There was something quite definite about the next salon appointment.βA while back, circumstances might have meant that only the business of the day -- waxing -- was to take place but that hasn't been the case for some time now.βEach time, his cock is serviced as payment for body waxing, each time, his load is ultimately swallowed.
But as of late 2023, promises of bringing in other cocks when circumstances aligned finally came to fruition and, since then, the aim to bring more cocks in has advanced, talk of doing so has become more regular, and his aim to ensure it happens has become more of focus, appointments strategically scheduled at a point at which the logistics for opportunities are more assured and less or not at all opportunistic.
It was therefore with great excitement that I looked forward to my most recent appointment which was completed the other day.βI knew that the same cocks I had met in the previous November were returning and in the appointment slot straight after me.βI was practically salivating at the prospects, my vivid imagination running in overdrive.
Having arrived early once more, after a few minutes of waiting in reception, I was ushered into the warm and familiar surroundings of the treatment room, a hand assuringly grazing an arm of my coat as I entered, being left alone to strip off.
After a few minutes of being at one with my raging thoughts, he came in and instantly applied himself to assessing what areas of my body needed waxing. I quickly and assertively replied: "Everything!"
With a quietly whispered indication of what was to come, it was determined that I would get on my front and get my back and bum waxed, even though the growth was only on the cusp of being ready to be removed.
The conversation was overtly sexual -- running through the possibilities, not only from the cocks that were coming in, but the developments regarding a very well endowed man who had been consulted over being serviced by me, the only barrier being of finding the right opportunity. My mind went into overdrive thinking about the size of the biggest cock ever serviced but knew that was for another day.βHe said he was doing his best for me.
As I lay stretched out on my front, I knew there would be a time that he would ask me to get up on all fours for my bum to be intimately waxed. Anticipating that one cock may well end up fucking me, he ensured that the right treatment was applied to my seemingly appreciated behind.
He was expecting the two cocks to arrive and left me for a few minutes, asking me to maintain the position on all fours, whilst he checkedxthe situation outside the treatment room. Whilst alone, I glanced in the mirror, my only view being of my raised and waxed smooth behind and my lower legs.
He returned and began gently caressing the curves of my bum cheeks as I watched, in the reflection, moving in from time to time to gently tease my hole and crack, cock, balls and perineum.
After a while, he determined that there was time for him to begin being serviced.βHe undid his trousers and slid them down followed by his undies and had soon slotted his hard and very wet cock into my warm and willing mouth. Hungry for cock per se, I once again devoured him, deep throating, tonguing, licking, sucking, swallowing any pre-cum, sucking his balls, and when attached, gently bobbing back and forth, one hand cupping his balls, the other reaching round to clench and feel a bum cheek.
I was merely happy to service him but he was keeping one ear out for the salon door chime ringing, anticipating the arrival of the cocks that would may well be joining us soon.
Whether or not they would indeed be joining us though was by no means assumed. They were also due to be waxed and our last session also resulted in me being waxed, but not them. It was their choice on arrival.
When the door chime rang, he promptly pulled out of my mouth, leaving me laid out on the top of the treatment table, essentially just a cock sleeve left ready for being picked up again at will. As he left the room, he was forcing himself back into his undies and jeans.
Laid on my side, alone, my backside having been oiled up already, I looked back in the mirror and played with my own bum crack and hole in the same way he had been doing, before contentedly rolling on to my back, essentially preparing to be imminently used.
Outside, he had invited them, if they wanted, to enter the treatment room whenever they wished and indulge -- essentially telling them that if they wanted it, it was there.
He left them outside in reception to return to my side, explaining the options he had given them, i.e., to use me and have me or to decide waxing was more important. He had told them what he would be doing, i.e., that if they elected to join us, would find he was being sucked by me..