Squirt Fest
When booking appointments with clients, I never know what question they may have to ask related to the massage session. This one in particular asked if I would be okay massaging someone who is of an “alternative lifestyle” of which I’m baffled but thinking, “Duh! You found me on a gay masseur website!” but calmly replied, “Sure. Of course.” The appointment was soon booked and within a few hours, I would meet the individual.
After two knocks, I stated, “Coming!” and walked toward the door with my sweats and a V-neck shirt on. When I opened it, I saw an attractive, hefty middle-aged man with beautiful blue eyes. He was short in height with not much facial hair and a low haircut. I embraced them with a hug and walked toward the massage table where I started to get undressed. I noticed in my peripheral as we are chatting about small talk topics and both getting undressed, they had scars on their chest. I figured maybe they were a war veteran but as they continued to take their clothes off and got closer, their chest looked more like a surgery was completed. I also noticed that they only left their underwear on when most clients are fully nude. No big deal.
As the massage started, I noticed that their hands looked quite feminine. That is when it hit me. The individual was a FTM transgender. Soon after, they confirmed. Not a problem to me. This wasn’t my first transgender client and after sharing that with him, he felt relieved.
After I completed massaging the back of their body, I asked the client to turn over. They felt comfortable with me and removed their underwear where I noticed they have not had the surgery completed yet. We talked briefly about it but not too much as they were starting to get excited. The client asked if I could rub on their chest while they masturbate. I complied and then, things got a bit hot and heavy.
I walked toward the end of the massage table, told the client to turn over in doggy style while still masturbating, while I positioned myself behind them humping them from the back. For each thrust I made, I leaned over and kissed his earlobe. He rubbed his clit harder and faster as every minute passed. Then, he stated, “I’m about to…” and squirted all over the sheet on the massage table and even on the floor.
I was amazed at the glorious wetness I witnessed and asked the client, “Do you feel relaxed now?” He chuckled and then smiled while replying, “I sure did. Thank you!”
