Handjob Specialist

This is not another story from a client. I am a client of this guy... Right out of massage school with my brand-new certificate on my newly rented office wall at age 22, I thought I was all set. The customers would come, right? Like Field of Dreams - "the people will come." A month later, I wasn't so sure. Despite having handed out business cards to everyone who came within ten feet of me, putting flyers on all the bulletin boards, and advertising online, my first month brought me three clients. One of them was free, one was a friend who received a big discount, and only one was a real person. He was a gentleman around 60 years old, and while his massage went smoothly, he didn't seem particularly impressed. My second month started out kind of spooky. No business, and my money was pretty much depleted. The only way I'd be able to afford the next month's rent on my office would be to have more customers. My parents were firm about that. They'd feed me, and house me, if absolutely necessary, but no support for my business venture. The had wanted me to go to law school, but I just couldn't face that. So here I was with a useless massage license. To my great surprise, the old gent came back for another massage. He hinted a couple of times that he wouldn't mind a happy ending. But I was not about to stoop that low. I was a professional, after all. Near the end of his hour, he flat out offered another $40 if I'd 'get him off.' I decided that I needed the money more than I needed to maintain my professional standard, so I gave him a very nice handjob. I didn't really mind. Besides, it wasn't like I had anyone scheduled for the next hour. He was fit and attractive for an older, balding fellow. He came hard, squirting all over my hand and halfway up his chest, with big heaves and convulsions. I have to admit I felt like I had really accomplished something. I noticed that my dick had hardened in my pants a bit when I started in on his genital massage. The fellow left with a smile on his face, and gave me not only the $60 for the hour, plus the $40, plus a $20 tip! Shortly after that, perhaps two days later, the magic started to happen. The phone rang a couple of times, at first, then more and more often. The first couple were friends of George, my one and only real client. Then more and more, they were friends of the people who started to become my clients. It grew exponentially. They wanted what he wanted. At first, I really, really needed the money, so who was I to argue? Plus, I did enjoy giving that little something extra at the end of George's massage, almost more than the massage itself. My notions of being a high-falutin' therapeutic massage practitioner went right out the window when I set those two appointments. Fast forward a year: I am now a fairly wealthy 23-year-old, with a non-stop clientele. Most were older men. All wanted handjobs. Some wanted blow jobs and even anal sex, but I have my limits. All they get is handjobs, but very good handjobs! I decided to think of myself as a handjob specialist. And, I've decided that's a good thing: Masturbation is good for prostate health, mental health, social health, and even lowers blood pressure. I'm helping these men. Plus, I'm making a good living, and my parents, who don't quite ask about the details, are actually proud of me, knowing I'm a success in business. They have advised me to save 25% of my earnings and invest it in real estate. I'm all for that!