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Chapter 1
I didn't know much about giving massages, receiving them was more my cup of tea.
For years I had visited virtually all Thai massage parlours in the city. Taking off my trunks at the beginning of the massage was the first thrill, followed by trying to will the hand placement closer and closer to my groin.
Some girls were blatant and almost instantly ran a hand between my ass crack whilst caressing my balls. Others kept the tension for a long time only grazing my groin, making me hard in anticipation.
My favourite moment was the request to turn around, I always turned so that the masseuse could clearly see my hard dick which often closed the deal.
Sometimes though, a shy smile and quick fumble for the towel would mean nothing would happen which meant I'd leave the parlour horny as hell.
As a 47 year old bisexual male I love to dominate women and be dominated by men, and these unhappy ending massages always made me want dick more than anything else.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become the happy ending masseur of fat horny men around town.
This strange journey started when a personal ad took a weird twist.
This is what I put out there:
"47 year old manly man with several kilos of fat covering a good base of muscle, looking for big/burly/manly men who like kinky and wild sex. I'm switch but prefer the passive/submissive role. Who wants to play with pappapig?
Slim guys don't need to respond"
Before long I had several conversations, some were pure keyboard jockeys but a few seemed to be serious, one of them was a biker.
He was big (based on the body shot on his profile) wearing sexy briefs covering a huge bulge underneath a lovely gut. He said he expected me to massage him, after which he'd have his way with me.
I had never considered being the masseur but I instantly liked the submissive nature of it.
The idea of first worshiping my man by giving a sensual massage and then being degraded and used as he pleased, really turned me on.
We booked a time for the next day and my anticipation was high. Very high.
Throughout the evening and the morning of the next day I was hard, leaking precum. I was so horny and preoccupied, it felt like it was my first time all over again.
As the agreed upon time approached, my biker friend became less responsive and my certainty of a new sexual experience started to wane.
I messaged him again and told him it was okay if it didn't work today, I'd just like to know.
It didn't take long before I got the reply I was fearing. "Sorry, I've got a hangover. I can't make it today."
Oh the joys of the online personals game...
What was I going to do with my boner now? I was dead set on being a submissive masseur so I decided to put out another ad.
"Free nude massage
If you are a big guy, fat/hairy/husky/bear like, and you'd like a free nude massage, let me know.
After the massage you decide how you want your happy ending. If you don't want a happy ending that's fine too."
I wasn't prepared for the responses. Gay, bisexual, straight, couples, they all came forward and all of a sudden I had tons of guys to choose from. And most of them seemed serious.
I decided to spread my risk and continued conversations with three guys, all fat and burly like I like them. They were all kinky and not at all mysterious about what they expected.
The next day at 10am I had my first "appointment" and at around 09:30 I got his address. On the way over I stopped to buy massage oil and suggested to Tony, my client, to put a mattress on the floor.
At 10am sharp I rang his bell and this, slightly shorter than me, hunk of a bear opened the door in nothing but his boxer shorts. I was hard before I rang the bell, now I was granite.
"Come in" he tells me.
"I've got the mattress right here"
And he walks me to a small study with a freshly made mattress in the middle.
My heart is pounding out of my chest and I'm desperately trying to remember all of my previous massages.
"Looks great, why don't you get naked and lay on your stomach. Would you like me dressed or naked?" I ask.
Tony looks at me and tells me to take off my clothes. He tells me to do it slowly and I see his trunks tent. And tent. And tent! Fuck he's huge.
I'm naked before he is and he tells me to spin around and slaps me hard on my left buttocks. Then he takes off his trunks and lays down on his stomach, adjusting his considerable package.
His arse is huge, his body is huge, he's naked and all I want to do is be used and raped by this man. But I have to control myself.
I uncork the massage oil and rub some on his back and shoulders. I look around for a clock and thankfully there's one on the wall. I'll spend five minutes on each side of his back before I start travelling south.
Tony moans contentedly as I get into the groove of things, working his muscles, applying oil and letting my dick grace his body whenever I can.
"How does that feel?" I ask "any areas you'd like me to focus on?"
"Mmm feels good, my lower back needs most work" Tony says.
So I straddle his right leg and get to work. My knee is high up between Tony's legs, lightly touching his ballsack. My dick dribbles precum over his arse and Tony moans again.
About ten minutes pass in silence as I work his back and work up a sweat. Whilst transitioning to work on his legs I ask "so have you thought about how you'd like your happy ending?"
"We're not quite there yet but feel free to ask or tell me what you want to do. I'm a pig and I'll do whatever you want"
I see Tony wiggle his hips, it's clear that my question, whilst playing with his arse crack and balls, is making him hard.
"You'd do anything?" He asks
"Yes sir" I reply
Tony spreads his legs wider and separates his arse cheeks with his hands.
"Why don't you start by licking this" He states
I don't need any encouragement as I had been wanting to do that from the moment he laid down.
I put my tongue on the inside of his upper thigh and I slowly lick my way up until my nose slides over his arsehole and then I stick my tongue in.
Tony moans again and I lick and kiss and thrust with my tongue, getting lost in his man musk.
After a while of this, I disentangle myself and ask him to turn around.
He gives me the full view of his monster cock. Mine is 19cm and his is way bigger. And hard. And uncut. And glistening with precum.
"We're done with hands" he says as he takes my head and positions my mouth over his thick hard throbbing cock.
"This is how I want my ending."
"Open up."
And of course I do as I'm told, I stick out my tongue and lick the top of his dick, tasting him and I moan as he slides his dick in my mouth.
Then against the back of my mouth, then he pushes into my throat in one fluent motion.
"Ah you're a good cocksucker" Tony says as he pulls me off and then reinserts himself into my throat.
It's slow at first but he picks up the pace as I'm desperately trying not to gag. Tears start running and I start gagging, which only makes Tony grip my head harder.
"You said I could have my happy ending any way I wanted and this is how I want it. Do not remove my cock from your mouth. You hear!?"
I nod and try to mumble assent as the gagging becomes more intense and he pushes himself inside me farther.
I stick out my tongue to lick his balls which makes him groan and laugh.
He pulls me off all the way, looks me in the eye and spits in my face. Then he forces that monster down my throat again. Faster and faster he skull fucks me.
I'm gagging and slobbering all over him and I can feel him tense up more and more as he verbally abuses me.
He grabs my head, pushes hard and I feel him spasm just before he unloads himself in the back of my throat.
Spurt after spurt shoots down my throat as he holds me firm. I can't breathe, I'm about to black out and I'm loving every second of it.
Then Tony collapses and let's go off my head. I slide his dick out of my throat, licking him clean all the way.
"That was the best happy ending massages I've ever had" Tony says
I beam with pride and realise that from now on I won't be visiting massage parlours ever again.
From now on I am the massage parlour.