I’m a straight guy who doesn’t have time for relationships with women anymore. I did the whole get married, raise children thing and it was great. But now in middle age I’ve moved on. I have good friends but I like living alone. I focus on my work and my hobbies. I have zero time for chasing around a girlfriend. This is why I often have local guys suck my dick. I’m talking about the kind who just love sucking and swallowing and who want nothing in return. Some of them seem especially enthusiastic about straight men,so it works out great. They get my aching boner to savor and the mouthful of hot seed that they crave. I get incredible blowjobs and extraordinary orgasms.

But the guy who services my penis the most doesn’t suck at all. He’s exclusively a hand job guy.

You might be thinking “why not just do it yourself then?” But that’s because you don’t understand. This kid is a master. He’s an artist. He’s an expert penis masseur. He’s been dropping by my place once a week for a few years now. When he leaves I’m so satisfied and spent that I can’t even think about getting a hard on for at least a couple of days.

Here’s how it works. It’s Wednesday or Thursday. I haven’t gotten off since his last visit four or five days ago. I know I’ll be horny AF by the weekend. So I text him. “You available to drop by on Saturday?” He lives about a 30 minute drive from my place, but he has family here so he’s often in town. “Yeah, I’m having lunch with my parents. I can stop by after. How about 1pm?” I confirm that this will work great.

After a relaxing morning drinking coffee and surfing porn, I pop half a dose of vitamin V and hit the shower. I grab a razor and make sure everything is smooth as glass. I towel off, put on some cologne and don’t even bother with clothes. I unlock my apartment door and watch porn while I wait.

He texts me: “10 min.” I reply only “ready.” After watching a 30 minute Cock Hero video, my penis is pretty ready, too.

Eventually I hear the door to the street open below me. I have given him the key. I hear him coming up the stairs and then he opens my apartment door and steps in. He’s very soft spoken, thirty-something, slim and bald and bearded.

“Hey,” I say. “I’m glad you could stop by.” I’m spread-eagle in a big comfy chair, with one leg hooked over an arm. He looks at my semi-hard penis and says only “no problem!”

He wastes no time. He walks over, finds the kneeling pad I have set out for him, and the pump bottle of lube. First he just caresses my dick. Then he tugs on my ball sack. He seems to be weighing them in his hand. Satisfied that they are adequately laden with sperm, he reaches for the lube and pumps some into his hand.

After he glazes my cock and balls with a thick coating of lube, it begins. He has a variety of techniques that he will cycle through. He’s got what we call “light jacking,” which is just what it sounds like. He has this great move where he tugs my nut sack with one hand and the other…well, it feels like getting blown and banging against the back of a throat over and over again. He sometimes will pull my boner downward, pointing straight at himself. All massage techniques feel extra good this way for some reason.

Lately he has started working in a new move. He pumps more lube into his hand, grabs my slippery boner with one hand and with the other he slides his index finger into my crack and lubes up my butthole.

This is intense for me. It’s a very sensitive area and yet it’s stimulation that does not directly lead me closer to orgasm. It’s like a brain distraction. Exciting, but actually makes the whole experience last longer.

I’m moaning. I have been almost since the beginning. He knows me. He knows my penis–probably better than I do. It’s like my cock is a Stratocaster and he’s Eddie Van Halen. And, yes, he will be performing “Eruption” on me for the finale.

Then he busts out the big guns. He grabs my dick with both hands and rubs circles on my frenulum with his thumbs, one after the other. It’s like that crane kick in Karate Kid. “If done correctly, there is no defense.” And boy does he do it correctly. When I feel him going for this move all I can say is “fuck…” I don’t stand a chance. I am completely at his mercy.

It’s intense. He knows exactly where the orgasm nerve lives and it’s right there where the tip meets the shaft. I can only take so much of this. Mercifully, he moves on after about 30 seconds.

But we both know he will return to this technique eventually. And after a few more minutes of cock jacking and hole massaging, he does. Circle, circle, circle. I can feel the sensation going through my penis and deep into my body. I wonder how much more I can take. And then, just when I think this is the end, he moves on once again.

He has fun pulling my boner downward and then letting it bounce back up. He does the deep throat move on me some more. He jacks me with both thumbs and index fingers. By this time I have spent several minutes hovering at about 8.5 on the orgas-o-meter. The pleasure is all-consuming.

Finally, he goes in for the kill. He grabs my dick with both hands like he’s going to strangle it, and then he does those slippery circles on my fren. He’s pressing a little harder this time. Is he going to stop in time? He’s lingering too long on this technique. It’s going to push me over the edge.

And then, it does. I feel the jolt down my cock that tells me I’ve passed the point of no return. Now he and I are both just passengers on the fast train to sperm city.

He stops the frenulum massage and switches to light jacking. We are both staring at my cock, waiting for the squirting to begin. I glance at him. “Fuck” Is all I can say. He smiles and just says “yeah…”

I have never been a huge cummer. But after a 15 minute penis massage those first couple of squirts can be a sight to behold. My body stiffens. I feel an electric jolt go down my legs. And then we both moan with pleasure as we watch my baby batter pump out and run over his hands.

It’s over. He’s talking softly to me but I can’t hear what he’s saying. He laughs. I laugh. He milks out the last few drops and we watch them run down my slippery cock.

I catch my breath while he goes into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returns I still have not moved. “That was a good one,” he says. “Fuck yeah it was. Thanks for dropping by,” I reply. By this time he’s showing himself out the door. “See ya!” And then he’s gone.

I step back into the shower to rinse off. Then I get dressed. My satisfaction is so complete, I know I will not feel an ounce of lust for at least two days.