Three years ago, I saw a thing on YouTube. It made me jill myself silly right away, having an especially long orgasm, or maybe a series of orgasms – I can’t quite tell. I usually have just one, then I’m done, so this video truly affected me. A man was having his genitals waxed – you know, hair removal. As it was happening his penis became erect. Now, I’ve seen pornography on the Internet before. You can’t escape it. But seeing that got me to thinking. I was imagining me being the practitioner. How much more fun would that be than being an accountant for a grocery chain?
Every day at work, when I could let my mind wander, I had thought about becoming a massage practitioner. But that took long and specific training, and it would be hard work. Imagine spending an hour kneading the muscles of clients. Your wrists and everything would get really sore, right?
The minute I saw that waxing video, I knew that was for me. That’s what I had to do. It took another year to line it up. I got my training and got a ‘chair’ in a spa. I was able to quit my accounting job, and work full time at the spa, even though the money was half as much. I had just finished paying off my student loan after all those years, and what did I have to show for it? I had learned to be an accountant, a job I never liked. Well, now, things were different.
So, why was I crying myself to sleep? The spa job wasn’t quite right. Ninety percent of my clients were women. I was waxing vagina after vagina. And worse, sometimes it was armpits, legs and backs. Oh, yes, some women have hairy backs. Now, don’t get me wrong, it can be somewhat exciting to work with another woman’s vagina and anus. I did sometimes get horny after waxing those women, and I’d masturbate myself something silly at home in the evenings remembering my clients of the day. But I wanted men. Men, damn it! In a year at the spa, I had never waxed a single dick. Never even seen one. Oh, there were a few guys who had me remove their chest hair. One guy, a bicycle racer, came in to get his legs waxed.
It all changed on a Thursday afternoon. An elderly, heavyset fellow had set an appointment for genital waxing. I was sure one of the other practitioners would get him, and was all set to be mildly jealous as I would be waxing yet another vagina. However, the strangest thing happened. None of the girls wanted to do it. They were quietly carrying on near the desk. I thought were repulsed by his age or weight or something. But no, they were squeamish about touching a dick. Imagine that! These poor women were so conservative, brought up so up-tightly, that they couldn’t enjoy what would be a most enjoyable job.
Of course I stepped right up, and said, “I’ll be glad to take him.” I didn’t mind a bit. The girls knew I was kind of a rebel type. They probably even expected that from me.
I waxed the guy. He did become erect, just like in the YouTube video, and although I made sure not to show it, I had a wonderful time. Well, except for one thing: In all my training and experience as a waxer, I had never actually done a scrotum. I found it difficult to hold the skin taught as I tore off the wax, so as to not hurt the poor fellow. He winced and even suppressed a scream or two, as I learned my craft right there and then. He did stay erect the whole time, so I must not have been hurting him too badly. At one point, I hadn’t realized I was kind of leaning the palm of my hand right on one of his testicles. He squirmed and told me what was happening. I was embarrassed.
Even though he was a big old guy, I went home with a big smile, and jilled to several crashing orgasms that evening.
A week later, a friend of the old gent’s came in, wanting the same thing. The girls in a semi-circle at the desk all turned to me. I just said, “Of course.”
This guy was a quite-fit, fifty-something guy. I would have fucked him given half an opportunity. Being divorced and without kids, I can think such things. It’s OK to just think them, right? Anyway, I waxed him, but no erection. I was disappointed. Again, I’m a professional, so I made a point to hide my disappointment.
A few days later, another guy came in. He was thin and really old, like maybe eighty. I had no problem with that. Before I even started waxing him, he was erect. He apologized.
I said, “Most of the guys get erect,” as if I had any experience in such things.
I went to work on him, now expertly handling his scrotum. Both of us had a good time. He stayed erect the whole time.
To cut a long story short, these guys were on a bowling team or something, and they knew people, who knew people, and pretty soon, I had a full practice. I was touching up to six cocks a day. And that brings us up to date.
Every day, I arrive at the spa at 9am for my first appointment, and have four to six cocks a day. That’s what I jokingly call my appointments, “cocks.” I don’t even do women, or legs, or chests. Just cocks. I let the other girls take all the other appointments, and they’re fine with the arrangement. Well, sometimes, I’ll take a vagina. That can be fun at times.
With the guys, and the occasional girl, I start out with their assholes. I have them get on their knees, and wax their butts. I would say that when that’s done, and I have the guys turn around and lay on their backs on the table, sixty percent of them are erect. Of course the women don’t get erect, but maybe eighty percent of them are moist. I actually have to grab a tissue and wipe them dry down there so as to not interfere with the waxing.
Oh, yes, more than one woman has orgasmed under my ministrations. They try to hide it. I want to tell some of them, “It’s totally OK, let it happen. Enjoy it.” But that’s not professional, so I just let them pretend they’re not orgasming. But I can see the contractions in their perianal area. It’s obvious.
Forty percent of the guys don’t get hard. That’s OK. Well, maybe mildly disappointing. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly frisky, I try to do things to get them erect. I hope they don’t realize what I’m doing. Like, I’ll grab a tissue, and ever so lightly let a corner of it drag over their frenulum. Or, I have a big fluffy brush that’s used to distributing the powder. I’ll just run that over their frenulum a few times. That often does the trick.
I just love the sixty percent who do get erect. It doesn’t matter whether they are young or old, thin or fat, I just absolutely enjoy holding their erect penis in my hands, and knowing I’m the cause of that. Every now and then, one will ejaculate during the treatment. It’s unfortunate if it happens too soon, because it makes it hard for them to enjoy the rest of the treatment.
Men will often apologize for being erect. I always let them know to relax, that it’s normal. Some of the ones who ejaculate get all embarrassed, red in the face, and stammer out an apology. Others just let the cum flow out onto their bellies, and don’t say a word, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And it is.
Me, I’m just loving this work. I now make as much as I did as an accountant. The spa charges $90 and I get $60. One of the clients was just too gorgeous to ignore, so I took him home. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but he’s my boyfriend now. He has no problem with me jilling myself around the house, or masturbating myself to sleep on the days when he’s too tired or what-not. Considering what I do for a living, there’s no way I don’t come home horny, practically out of my mind, every evening, and have to do something about it.
Here’s an example of my work.