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role reversal One of the services I offer on RentMassuer is called “role reversal” and basically gives the opportunity to massage me, instead of me massaging them. Some guys just want to get their hands all over my body, and mouth around my cock, so to be paid to have that done is a fantasy I hoped I’d be able to make into a reality. A few took advantage, believe it or not, but the most recent encounter stands out as probably the best it’s likely to ever get. This wonderful man was a repeat who, during our first encounter had done his level best to resist putting my cock in his mouth. I believe he was trying to follow rules set between himself and his spouse. My most vivid memory is of him giving my engorged member gentle, appreciative kisses, and how wonderful that felt. This time around I wasn’t sure if I should expect more of the same, or if he would go further, I just knew he was at least going to give me some form of massage. And frankly, that alone would have been enough. Instead of sending an Uber or something, he drove to my house and picked me up. We chatted on the way to his place, then discreetly entered his private space once we arrived. I was naked very quickly, and when he offered to smoke some marijuana with me I happily accepted. After that, it was time to get to the fun, so I lay down on the futon couch that he had unfolded and placed a sheet on, and let him begin exploring. He rubbed my shoulders and back properly, but everywhere else his touch was sensual, and it had me aroused immediately. He lingered around my ass, giving small kisses and licks to my hole, and when he finally began fondling and stroking my cock I was aching for it. From that point on, he fucking tortured me, getting me close to orgasm over and over again. Eventually I flipped over onto my back, and found myself being put through more of the same, only this time his mouth was much more involved. You can’t believe how incredible it was! We stopped more than once for a break, to smoke a bit more, but once we started back up he was all about making my dick throb, caught on the verge of exploding. I moaned, arched my back, caressed his body with my free hand but mostly just reveled in the whole experience. To feel that admired, and to be shown the level of appreciation so thoroughly, left me delirious with joy. When the guy finally took me over the edge I couldn’t shut up about how good I felt, nor could I seem to wipe the smile from my lips. Seriously; it was the best I’d felt in a very long time. We chatted for a while afterwards, and the conversation was easy, and fun. I was in no hurry to leave and he didn’t seem in a rush to get me out of the house. Eventually he did drive me home though, and I’m sad to say I haven’t really heard from him since, but understand that’s part of the job. People leading discreet lives are less frequent, but no less cherished when they find the time.  |
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