Fresh inspiration led me to take up a large vibrator and turn it to a low setting before placing it on his shoulder and gradually working my way down. When it moved down over his nipples and pecs, I saw his dick begin to throb in an unmistakable way.

 

"God, that feels great," he groaned, grabbing my wrist, "but you'd better stop now, or I'll be beyond control."

 

"No, you won't," I smiled. "I'm in control here. I can handle that. I told you there would be no pain."

 

He let go of my wrist, his eyes still closed, and gripped the table sides, a clear signal that he had let me take charge. I set the vibrator aside and continued the massage with my mouth placed directly over the tip of his cock. A few strokes with my lips, a few seconds more of sensual massage with my hand on his balls, and his body bent in an arc of ecstasy as his cock exploded in a glorious fountain of spray that hit the top of my throat like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

 

His eyes remained closed when I went back to work silently on his shoulder, I relished the moans of pleasure humming up from his chest, as deep and vibrant as a giant cat's purr. I worked out the last kink before he stood up and dressed. Not another word passed between us when he left, but his look of gratitude and sexual satisfaction stayed with me long after he was gone.

 

In my office the next morning, my receptionist, Gert, winked at me when I came in. "Worked late last night, did we?" she said with a catty smirk.

 

"Lap up your cream, bitch!" I retorted with a grin. "I had a client in the office, that's all. His name and number are on the rolodex. He might call for another session in the next few days."

 

My words were more hopeful than factual.

 

I spent the week taking out kinks from little old ladies who had overdone it on the tennis court, thinking of those boring sessions as penance for having had such a great day off. Friday rolled around, and I still hadn't heard from my newest and hottest patient.

 

I got home late to hear the phone ringing off the hook. Rushing into the apartment, I snatched it up from the cradle and shouted a breathless, "Hello!"

 

"Hi, Doc," said a familiar, sexy voice. He told me he had called the office. Gert had given him my home number as I told her to. Good girl...

 

"Doc, I just wanted you to know I haven't forgotten you, but have been a little busy this week getting moved into my new digs."

 

"Where did you move?" asked I.

 

There was a long pause. "Not so far from you, Doc. Like two floors up. Apartment 5-C."

 

Struck dumb by this unbelievable luck, I was at a loss for words.

 

"Coming up?" I heard him say. "How about a massage!:

 

"Yeah!" I shouted before banging down the phone and jumping into the shower.

 

In twenty minutes, I stood at his door, knocking. He opened it, naked, and grabbed me as I walked in, his running over my chest.

 

"It's my turn this time," he muttered, his voice heavy with desire.

 

He unbuttoned my shirt from behind. I closed my eyes and let him undress me. Turning me around, he licked me from my neck all the way to my rock-hard cock, his rough purring making me thing more than ever of a giant, furry cat, standing ready for anything.

 

Springing up suddenly, he whispered, "Let's try out my new bed!"

 

He led me through the bedroom door. We fell to the bed where we kissed again and lay there with our fingers exploring each other. In the midst of it, I heard a noise from the other room.

 

"Who's that?" I asked.

 

"My roomie," he said, "a pro wrestler. He works out all week. He appears in the ring as the Masked Marvel, so he can walk around without getting noticed in public. You wanna meet him?"

 

"Now? We're naked!"

 

He chuckled. "Ha! So is he, if I know him right! The first thing he does when he comes home is shed his clothes."

 

When he shouted to his roommate to come into the bedroom, there appeared in the doorway the biggest man I had ever seen. He had to duck under to get through. Seemingly hewn from a mass of hair from head to foot was a man all of seven foot tall and 375lbs. Maybe more. He looked at me like I was a piece of beef ready for the grill.

 

He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. No talk was needed to determine what came next. I found myself sandwiched between them, the roommate's enormous tool pressed against my ass, my patient's cock pressed against my belly. One way or another, I was in for the ride of my life!

 

In seconds, we had looped ourselves into a daisy chain, rolling around like three bear-cats in heat, purring and growling and pawing at each other like we hadn't had sex for a year. At last, I took the initiative and grabbed a handy jar of lube and greased down the closest big cock at hand and climbed on. It was my patient's.

 

Meanwhile, the wrestler slid his into my waiting mouth and fucked my face with his huge balls slamming against my chin. He came with the power of a jackhammer pounding deep in my throat. Sweet sweat dripped from his chest and rained on my head. After he came, the wrestler tugged me up to the level of his lips and kissed me violently as the cock in my ass exploded with the power of a flame-thrower shooting deep in my man-hole. Writhing in pure joy, my patient came and came again inside me until the heat subsided and his limp cock slipped out of me.

 

We all fell back exhausted on the bed and slept, not waking till late in the evening.

 

I wondered later how long I could survive living in proximity to those two hot men. Only time would tell, but I knew I would have no more lonely nights while there.

 

Now, I look forward to shopping with Mother. You never can tell tell what you might find along the supermarket's aisles!

THE END