I call John and make another appointment. I let him know that this is for a massage only, we can talk business later. Tomorrow at 4pm is his first available. I think about that for a split second - hmmm. If he has many appointments like mine, I want to catch him in the morning, first thing. I tell him I cannot do that and would rather have an early morning appointment. Tuesday, 9 am. He asks how long and I say "an hour, at least."
"OK," he says, see you on Tuesday, 9 am.
I get up Tuesday morning and grab some breakfast and get in an early workout at the gym. I feel like I am half-hard during my workout. I can't stop thinking about his cock in my mouth.
I hit the shower again and get dressed in my business attire for my "appointment" with John. I am wearing my favorite tan slacks. They really show my cock off well, after the slightest encouraging. Blue dress shirt and blue jacket. I have blue eyes, so the shirt and jacket make my eyes stand out.
I get there a few minutes before 9 and walk in. He comes out right away. He is wearing green scrubs, a white v-neck t-shirt and flip flops. I immediately think what a great choice, if you have to get them off and on in a hurry.
He leads me to the back and that gives me a few seconds to rub myself. After the good morning greetings and a little small talk, he asks me "how do you feel after your first session?"
"Excellent," I said.
"Were you sore at all?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
"OK," he said, as I am taking my jacket off. I grab a hanger from inside the partition and hang my jacket on it. I step back out of the partition and proceed to take off my shirt. He looks admiringly and asks, "You said 'at least an hour' on the phone, so I blocked off two hours for you. Is that enough time?" he asks. By now, I have taken my shoes off and all I have on are my slack, socks and boxers. I can feel my cock getting firmer. I notice he is checking it out.
"I don't know if getting a great massage should have a time limit," I responded, as I unzip my slacks, undo my belt and guide my slacks off my legs, leaving my now growing erection even more noticeable.
I glance at him and my appearance is having an effect on his cock. Sit on the chair and take off my socks, then I stand up and drop my boxers. He gives me a quick glance and smiles. "OK, go ahead and lay face down. I'll be ready in a minute", he says.
He walks into his office. I can hear him undressing. I am pretty sure he is naked, but I desperately want to see. So I rise up and look at him and ask for a bottle of water. Yes, he is naked. He gets the water and I take a small drink and hand it to him. He puts it on the counter.
John starts on my back and then he comes up and while standing directly in front of my head, starts rubbing my shoulders and down my back. After a few seconds, I feel his cock hit the top of my head. What a great feeling. I am so excited. He takes a small step to the left of my head and concentrates on my left shoulder. His cock is rubbing against my ear and left cheek.
I turn my head and lick his cock as he sways forward and backward. He moves back a little and pulls back enough for me to get my lips around his cock head. OMG. I am in heaven. I try to take it slow, but I want his cock, all of it, in my mouth. So I lean up on my elbows and use my left hand to guide his cock in my mouth. He is still swaying back and forth, rubbing my shoulder and back, so I let him control the tempo.
He pulls out and switches sides. I lay my head down and turn it to the right. Now he is gliding his beautiful cock over my lips. It is nice and thick. Probably close to 9 inches of man meat. My tongue is out an I am enjoying this. Then I sit up on my elbows again and use my right hand to guide his cock in my mouth. I am moaning and slobbering all over his cock. I position my head for direct penetration and try to take it all. He gets to my throat and I gag and cough. I grab his cock and tell him to try again. I open my mouth, wrap my lips around his cock and let it slip into my throat. But, it only lasts a few seconds and I gag and cough again.