The Pulse Test

This all started when I was about 18. It was just my mum and I living at home, when my mum decided to get a lodger to help with bills. He was a nice enough man, about 50, called Michael and he often made me laugh. My mum was in the kitchen and I was in the bedroom. I had just got out of bed when Michael came in to say good morning. I didn't have anything on, but that didn't bother me. I must have looked a bit rough because he said, "Are you ok?" I told him I was fine. Then he said, "Do you want me to check your pulse?" I told him okay, thinking nothing much of it, then he put his hand around my dick and just held it. He said this was the best way of doing it and I didn't know otherwise. After about two minutes of just holding it, he said he could feel no pulse and that I might need some stimulation, so he started stroking me. I became quite hard, which had not happened before. I remember this only going on for about a minute or two when he stopped and said I was okay. Then he just left. His pulse test had just started to feel quite good and I wanted him to carry it on. A few days later I was still thinking of the test. It was about six pm and my mum was doing some washing up. I just couldn't stop thinking of what I felt a few days before and I wanted to feel like that again. I walked to Michael's room and knocked on the door and he said, "Come in." I took a deep breath and went in. He was reading a paper, looked up and said, "What's up?" I just came out with, "Can I have another pulse test?" He was surprised, but said "You don't need one you're ok." I said, "I didn't care, I wanted one anyway." He was a bit reluctant, but agreed. I walked over to him, pulling my clothes down and he did as before. Holding my dick and then stroking quite slowly. As before I began to feel good and as he continued it just felt even better. I was having trouble standing, as I felt my legs weaken with the pleasure I was feeling, but kept upright somehow. I was looking round the room with my face screwed up and my eyes closed. I remember thinking if my mum called me I would not be able to answer. There was so much pleasure, the house could have been burning down and I wouldn't have cared. I was out of it and tried to keep the noise down, but was moaning and groaning all the way through. I loved it and had my first orgasm, with wonderful pleasure surging through my body. I collapsed on the floor with just a blob of cum dripping from my dick. This became a daily thing for about two years before he moved out. He never asked me to give him a pulse test, but if he had I would have done so gladly. Not long after I gave a pulse test to a friend from school. I showed him what I had learned from Michael and he enjoyed it as much as I did. Now we give each other a pulse test four or five times a week. Thanks Michael. I've been testing myself while writing this and I've just passed with flying colours! Ain't orgasms great?