Reverse Happy Ending

Editor's note: this work contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

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I have to admit, I never really thought I would find myself in this situation.

Let me get a couple of things out there as I try to explain how I got here.

I'm 47 years old, male, and I've been married for almost 20 years. My wife and I had a great sex life before we got married and for the first several years of our marriage. I don't know when, exactly, it started to dwindle but for a lot of years now, it's been pretty much non-existent. I guess that happens with a lot of marriages, I don't know. And I'm not trying to blame anyone, that's not what this is about. I'm sure there is blame on both sides and I think some of it is just a product of circumstances.

So anyway, as a result of how infrequently we have sex, I jerk off a lot. And hand in hand with jerking off, I watch a lot of porn. Over the years, my taste in porn has grown and expanded into areas that 19- or 20-year-old me would never have expected. The thing is, and I imagine this isn't really unique, the longer it's been since the last time I came, the more out there my fantasies get. Sometimes I like to hold off between jerk off sessions just to build up a better load. Sometimes I'm hoping that today or tomorrow or this weekend, might be the time my wife and I have sex, and I want to save up a good load for her.

If I jerked off yesterday, or two or three days ago, chances are one of my regular porn videos is gonna fit the bill and I'll have a nice simple jack off session and be on my way. If it's been more than a week, maybe I'll spend some time searching the net for something a little special. When it's been two weeks or more, that's when I tend to go a little crazy. Now, when I say "crazy", don't misunderstand. What's crazy for me is probably completely routine, if not boring to someone else. And I'm not trying to yuck anybody's yum. I'm just trying to say that the hornier I get, the more out there my fantasies become.

Usually somewhere between the two and three week mark is where I start fantasizing about fucking a trans woman or being in a MMF three-way where there is some bi action or being a cuckhold who performs cleanup duty. There is plenty of porn out there to support all of those fantasies. Rarely, but occasionally, I find myself watching straight up gay porn with two dudes blowing each other.

Now, I kind of know where this area of fantasy comes from, sort of. For me, I have long had a curiosity about what it would be like to give a blowjob. What would it feel like having a cock slide in and out of my mouth? How deep could I take it? How would I handle the cum shot? Would I be able to swallow every jet as it comes? Or would I keep it all in my mouth until it was done and then swallow it all at once? I already know what cum taste like. I've tasted my own a number of times and I actually kind of like it. So, I don't imagine the taste would bother me. But then again, does all cum taste the same? I only have my own to go by.

Anyway, this is as much a persistent curiosity of mine as it is a sexual fantasy. But the hornier I get, the more it moves from curiosity to fantasy. And when I am in the heat of intense horniness, I really do start to think that I want to actually experience it. Now, I pretty much know that, sitting in front of my computer in the basement, scrolling through various genres of porn while my wife is away at work, I can watch and fantasize about whatever I want. I also know that no matter how wild my fantasies get, once I ejaculate, the fog of my horniness will dissipate, and I'll go back to my regular, straight-married-guy self. So, generally speaking, I just go with the flow. I watch whatever turns me on at the moment until I get off and I don't psychoanalyze myself too much.

But sometimes, things happen that we don't expect. Which brings me to earlier this week:

I was coming up on the end of week five. I didn't really even mean to start this period of abstinence, it just kind of happened. It had been a really busy time at work with several projects going on at the same time. I was putting in long hours and was so exhausted every night that I would fall right into bed. At the end of last week, I was finally getting everything wrapped up at work and had reached the light at the end of the tunnel. As Friday came to a close, I was really hoping that I might actually get to have sex with my wife over the weekend. But, despite dropping some hints and trying to get things going, Monday morning came around and I was still ejaculation-free.

As I went to work Monday, I knew it was going to be a tough week. I knew I wasn't going to have much private time at home to take care of business and I knew the chances of weeknight sex with my wife were pretty much nil. As I was driving to work, I passed the massage parlor that opened up a couple of years ago. I had passed by this massage place just about every day since it opened but, although the thought had occurred to me, I had never gone in. Now this was not one of the national chains of massage therapy places like Hand and Stone or MassageEnvy. This one looked a little more low rent. I'm not saying I really thought it was a rub and tug joint, but I definitely thought it might have been.

I had thought about going in for a massage numerous times since the place opened but had never followed through with it. As I drove past it that morning I was thinking well, if it IS a rub and tug joint, that would be OK by me in my current state. And if it wasn't, well, I could always use a regular massage. So, when I got to my office, I looked up the number and made the call. To my surprise and delight, they had an opening for that afternoon, so I decided to take a couple hours off work and scheduled an appointment.

I must admit, I was a little nervous as I parked my car and got out to walk inside. I really wasn't sure what I was going to find once I walked through the front door. This place was just a small store front on the end of a somewhat run down strip mall. It was definitely on the shady side. But when I walked in, I was pleasantly surprised. A well-lit, clean lobby. A very respectable looking receptionist behind the counter. And soft, soothing, instrumental music playing in the background. I checked in with the receptionist and she told me to have a seat.

After just a couple of minutes the receptionist came out from behind her desk and escorted me back to the massage room. She was very attractive and for a minute I was hoping she would be my masseuse, but I knew she wouldn't be. She led me to a room with a massage table and a little partition in the corner. Same soothing music playing, soft lighting, very relaxing atmosphere. She pointed out a shelf behind the partition for my clothes and said I could get undressed and get under the blanket on the table. She said my masseuse, Raymond, would be in shortly.

That's right, Raymond. I was gonna get a massage from a guy. Oh well, so much for my hopes for a happy ending. But no biggie, I'd never had a male masseuse before, I guess they're called masseurs, but I figured it would be a good massage anyway. I got undressed and lay, face down, under the sheet on the massage table. After a couple of minutes, my masseur came in.

"Good afternoon. My name is Ray and I'll be your masseur today. What brought you in to see us this afternoon?"

Ray was a young man. I judged him to be in his mid to late 20's. He was about 6 feet or so and I'd guess around 180 pounds. He looked to be in pretty good shape, which I would have expected. He had dark brown hair and an easy-going smile. I don't mind admitting that he was a good-looking guy. I was sure he didn't have any trouble with the ladies. He was wearing a pair of white shorts and a white polo shirt.

"Hi Ray, nice to meet you. Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks at work and I figured I had earned a little reward. I've driven by this place a lot and thought about coming in a number of times. Today I decided to go for it."

"Well, I'm glad you did. We're always happy to have new clients. And everyone deserves to treat themselves from time to time. Are there any areas you're having problems with or any particular style of massage you were interested in?"

I bit back the first reply that came to mind of 'I was hoping for a chick who would stroke my cock' as I didn't think that would be well received. "Uh, no, I don't get massages that often so I'm not really sure what different types there are. I guess just a 'regular' massage."

"No problem, no problem. I'm going to uncover your upper body and well start on the neck and back. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good."

Raymond pulled the sheet down off my back to around my waist. I could hear him dispensing some oil from a squeeze bottle into his hands and rubbing them together. He started off standing by my head and began to rub my neck and shoulders. He applied firm pressure as he rubbed and kneaded my muscles. I hadn't really realized how tense I was until he started to work the stress out. It felt really good, and I started to relax. Before long, the pleasure of the massage started to cause a stirring in my groin. It didn't matter that it was a guy giving me the massage or that his hands were just on my back and shoulders. The physical sensation of being touched and rubbed was causing me to get aroused. My cock had started off laying along side my leg. But as it stiffened it started to get uncomfortable as it tried to spring upward toward my belly. I lifted my pelvis a little and tried to surreptitiously reposition my member.

"Is everything alright?" Ray asked as he noticed me shifting about.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just not used to massages, had to adjust." Before realizing that I was basically telling him he was giving me a hard on.

He didn't say anything and continued with the massage, moving around to my side to work my lower back. As I lay there, with a man working his hands over my body and my erection growing beneath me, my mind started to swirl around all the various kinky fantasies that I would normally have cleansed myself of if it hadn't been almost five weeks since I blew a load. I've always told myself that it didn't matter what I fantasized about because I'd be too scared, timid or lazy to actually do anything about them. But here I was, with the potential opportunity to explore one of my biggies, sucking off a dude. Once it came into my head, I found that it wouldn't leave. I kept thinking about it. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought I wanted to do it. My arms were down at my sides, near the edge of the table. Ray was standing right by my hip, just inches from my hand.

Slowly, my hand crept across the table until my fingers were curled over the edge. As Ray leaned forward to work his hands up toward my shoulders, my hand stretched out and I grazed the zipper of his shorts with the backs of my fingers. His hands froze for a second before continuing to work my shoulders.

"Uh, this isn't really that kind of place man." He said.

"No, no" I replied, "I didn't think it was, I uh, I just thought, I don't know. You're making me feel so good, I just thought I might return the favor."

"Yeah, well, it is my job."

I noticed that, despite his protests, he hadn't repositioned his body. In fact, his hip was still pressing against my hand. I dropped my hand over the edge of the table and ran my fingers up the inside of his thigh. He flinched a little, but didn't move away.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the massage, but I should tell you, I have a girlfriend."

"Yeah, OK, no problem, I have a wife too." I realized how we both sounded, and I searched for what to say to explain what was going on in my head.

"Look Ray, I know how this looks and believe it or not, this is as new and unexpected to me as it probably is to you. I've never done anything with another guy although I don't really expect you to believe that since I'm the one coming on to you. I'm not trying to get you to do anything you don't want to do and I'm not even expecting you to get me off. I've always been curious about giving a blow job and, I know it's kind of crazy but, well, I thought maybe I could try that with you. But if it's too weird or you're not into it, I totally understand and no hard feelings."

His hands and never stopped moving and he was now working the muscles in the small of my back. He didn't say anything but continued rubbing. My hand was still lightly resting on the inside of his thigh, just below the hem of his shorts. He had made no move to remove it. I figured he was maybe still deciding what he wanted to do so I figured I'd push the issue a little bit. I started to slide my fingers up his thigh, underneath his shorts. I encountered the bottom hem of his underwear, boxer briefs, and slide my fingers under and a little higher up his leg.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop Ray."

I didn't receive an answer, but he shifted his body so that it would be easier for my hand to continue its exploration. As my hand moved higher, my fingers brushed against his balls. I reached in and grasped the shaft of his cock. He wasn't fully hard yet, but he was growing and stiffening. I started to stroke him and within seconds he was rock hard. A soft groan escaped his lips.

I sat up on my elbow and reached out to unbuckle his belt. As I got the clasp undone, his hands reached up and unfastened the button of his shorts and slid his zipper down. He let his shorts fall to the ground and I reached for the waistband of his underwear and pulled them over his cock and down his thighs. His cock was stiff and throbbing, jutting up from a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair.

I guided him around to the top of the table and slid up a few inches so that my head was sticking over the end. Ray was now standing in front of me, his swollen cock mere inches from my face. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with a nervous yet excited look on his face.

"Are you sure about this?"

In answer, I pulled him to me and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick. He shuddered a little bit. He was already oozing a bit of pre-cum and I tasted the salty tang of the liquid on my tongue. Having come this far, I realized that whatever lingering reservations I might have had were gone and I was looking forward to what I was about to experience. With no further hesitation, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and plunged my head down onto his shaft. He let out a gasp, which I hoped was a good sign, as I bobbed my head up and down on his hot meat.

I figured that Ray was about the same size as me, around the six to seven inch range. I though he was maybe a little thicker than I was but found I wasn't really having much difficulty sucking him. I was able to take him almost all the way to base and I found I enjoyed the sensation of his rod sliding in and out of my mouth. I was slobbering all over his shaft and I could, occasionally, taste more pre-cum as it oozed out of the tip. After a couple of minutes on the table, I started to get a crick in my neck. I slipped Ray's cock out of my mouth as I slid off the table. Out from under the sheet now, my own throbbing erection was on display.

I knelt on the floor in front of Ray and positioned him with his butt against the table. His dick was slick with my saliva and I gave it a few quick strokes with my hand before plunging it back into my mouth. Ray was grunting as my head bobbed up and down and I could tell he was enjoying it. After a few moments, his hand went to the back of my head and he started to apply pressure along with my pumps. As he got more into it, he started to thrust with his hips in time with pumping of his hand. I could tell he was trying not to be too rough and I found that I enjoyed having him be an active participant. I found that, with his help, I was able to actually take him all the way to the base, that last half inch or so sliding into the back of my throat as my nose was buried into his pubic hair. As he was backed against the table I held him all the way in my mouth as I worked my tongue along the bottom off his shaft. I held it there for a few seconds until I was forced to come up for air. I gasped and sputtered as his thick meat slid out of my mouth.

"Are you OK?" he asked, as I coughed a little.

"Yeah, it's all good." I replied. "I want to try it a little different."

I turned around so that I was not pressed up against the table and pulled him to me.

"This is really turning me on" I said, "I wasn't sure if it would, but it is. Now I want you to take over. I want you to fuck my face."

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you gag."

"I think I can handle it, and I'll let you know if I need you to ease up. I just want you to fuck my mouth with your cock and when you are ready to blow, shoot it all down my throat."

He grinned as he shook his head a little. "OK man, if that's what you want."

He leaned into me and slid his cock into my open mouth. I sealed my lips around his pole as he began to thrust his hips in and out, filling my mouth with his meat and then withdrawing it. I did my best to relax my jaw and keep my lips wrapped around his shaft. I was making little moaning sounds as he pumped his cock faster and faster. "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm"

Ray was grabbing the edge of the table on either side of my head as he leaned forward and fucked my face. He was grunting with each thrust and as I looked up at him, I could see his eyes were closed and that he was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

"Oh fuck, your mouth feels fuckin good!" he moaned.

"MmmHmmm" I murmured around his pulsing shaft.

His already rapid tempo picked up even more and I knew that he was getting close.

"Oh shit! Oh Shit! I'm gonna cum! You ready? Are you ready for me to cum?!"

"MmmHmmm" I murmured again. I reached up and grabbed his hips to keep him from pulling out at the last second, thinking to spare me the mouthful of cum I was about to receive. The cum shot was what I was after.

With one final thrust and guttural moan he buried his cock as his nut exploded in my mouth. The first hot, jet of semen shot to the back of my throat and I swallowed it down instantly, almost without even tasting it. The second jet followed it almost immediately and I tried to swallow that down too, but I couldn't get my throat to work fast enough. Before I knew it, the third and then the fourth thick spurt of cum had shot into my mouth and I just had to try and hold it all in. I'm not sure how many jets there were but he seemed to just keep cumming. The jizz filled my mouth, slimy, salty and gooey. I held most of it in my mouth as thin rivulets seeped out of the corners and dribbled down my chin. When the flood of goo had finally subsided, Ray slid his mostly still hard cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him, grinning as I swallowed the large mass of spunk I still held in my mouth in one gulp. With my fingers, I scooped up the cum that was running down my chin and slurped that up as well. I then took a deep breath and exhaled a big sigh.

"Wow dude, that was a lot!"

Ray was breathing heavy and seemed at a loss for words. As he stood there, his cock was gradually deflating. I could see a large drop of cum oozing from the tip. I leaned forward and grasped his cock and licked the dollop up before sucking on the head for a moment to try and extract any semen that might be remaining. Ray quivered and moaned at the unexpected sensation on his, now very sensitive, head.

"Wow" Ray said, "Was that really the first time you've ever given a blow job?"

"Yep", I said, "What did you think?"

"Jesus" was all he could say.

As I knelt there on the floor in front of Ray, we both became aware of my own still rock hard and throbbing cock protruding from my crotch. The tip was oozing pre-cum and it was running down the shaft. I reached down smeared the slick fluid around and began to slowly stroke it.