I brought him into the massage room and gave him the spiel about stripping naked and getting himself face down on the table. I always leave the room when they’re taking their clothes off but sometimes can’t help but take a little peek back through the door. I’ve always been a bit of a voyeur and, on this occasion, was quite keen to see what Bob was packing!

I got a fairly instant hard on when he whipped off his jeans and it became apparent that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His ass looked like it had been chiseled out of an expensive piece of marble! His body had that amazing V-shape and his torso was rippling with muscles. As he walked towards the table I could see that he was semi-hard himself. My reputation as the masseur who sometimes goes the extra mile obviously precedes me!

I waited for him to get settled on the table before making my entrance. I always start the treatment immediately. I don’t think anyone turns up for a massage wanting ridiculous small talk. I don’t even play music these days. I like my clients to hear the sound of my hands gliding across their bodies. And I want to hear their breathing and the subtle groans and sighs they make which tell me I’m hitting the right spot.

…And Bob’s sighs were deep. It was fairly obvious that he was deriving sexual pleasure from what I was doing. It was certainly not going to be inappropriate for me to take my T-shirt off! The more I massaged, the more I appreciated his body. Every muscle had been worked on. Not to excess - but just to the right level. I switched to massaging with one hand so that I could shove the other down the front of my shorts and play with my dick, which had sprung to attention like a well-trained soldier!

My shorts came off in seconds. I knew he’d noticed, but he pretended not to be fazed. I allowed my hard dick to occasionally brush against his body as I continued to massage his back. It wasn’t long before I decided to take things up a notch, moving around to the top of the table and allowing my cock to subtly bounce up and down on the back of his head. It’s a move I’m quite partial to. The guys with hair tend to take a while to notice what I’m doing, but shaved-headed dudes like Bob feel it immediately. And when it’s skin on skin like that, the feeling is highly intimate and very very sexy.

Bob allowed me to carry on massaging, with my dick like that for some time. Usually the clients can’t resist bringing a hand up and giving my dick a quick tug. Things always move fairly rapidly from there. I was actually beginning to wonder if I’d made a potentially embarrassing assumption about Bob. Perhaps he was lying there, quietly seething, about to leap off the table, call me a pervert and start throwing punches… Then I saw his hand slowly making its way up the table. Moments later, it was wrapped around my dick, and pretty soon after that he’d started to suck me off.

And boy did Bob know how to suck! His lips were full, soft and wet. He slid them up and down the entire length of my shaft, effortlessly taking my helmet deep into the dark, velvety recesses of his throat. It was almost as though he were attempting to pleasure me with his mouth as much as I’d pleasured him with my hands. I didn’t want him to stop. Bob was turning me on big time!

I told him to get on all fours, walked round to the other side of the table and allowed my tongue to flicker and dance over his tight hole. He started gasping real loud while tugging at his dick. I pulled his muscular cheeks apart and teased my tongue deeper and deeper into his ass. I wanted him wet and totally gagging for me.

I pulled him around to the side of the table and told him I was gonna fuck him. I realised some time ago that these big, butch, muscle men quite like to be ordered around by a skinny ginger Twink like me. I bet he has a really powerful job. I bet he’s screwing people over and ordering everyone around every hour of his working day and just wants someone else to be in charge from time to time. He put one knee up on the table and kept one leg on the floor which had the effect of pulling his cheeks apart so that my 9-inch dick could slide in real nice and slow.

I started fucking him pretty soon after entering, and he was yelling and moaning so loud that I started worrying about the neighbours! It was too horny to tell him to shut up. I loved that I was sending him over the edge. He kept bringing his hand back and pushing my thigh, I assume to get me to go slower or less deep, but I just kept pounding and he just kept panting like a bitch on heat.

I took him faster and faster. I get real horny when I’m calling the shots like that and sending an older dude into a place of uncontrollable sexual ecstasy. For those few minutes, he existed purely to pleasure me. And he knew it.

As usual, I got my phone out and started filming myself as I mercilessly rammed my cock into him. This was gonna make for a pretty horny future viewing! I couldn’t wait to watch it back!

I realised I wanted to shoot, so I threw the phone down and started focusing on banging him as hard and as fast as I could. I blasted right into his guts. I knew he’d want to go back to work with an ass full of my semen. He’d be in an important meeting and feel it slowly trickling out…

I knew I’d shot big. I hadn’t cum for a few days and when I pulled out of him a great dollop of the stuff came out and spattered onto the floor.