There's a first time for everything

My most common punt over all these years to date has been a
good massage, topped by a 'happy ending'. As time as gone on, perhaps as I am getting older and achier, the massage has become the single most important part of any such punt ... it's great when HR at the end is delivered akin to a
Hegre-style lingam massage, but I forgive a perfunctory tug as long as the prior massage has been good.
Today, I felt the need for a good massage. I eeked out some time around midday, and soon found myself face-down and in the hands of a tight-bodied Thai masseuse. The massage was proving quite blissful ... so much so that, at the typical halfway mark, as I felt oiled featherlight fingers caress my inner thighs, balls and undershaft, when the question of whether I would like anything 'extra' was coyly whispered into my ear, I amazed myself by answering "No, thank you ... just the massage, please." I amazed the masseuse too, who felt the need to more obviously tackle my tackle and repeat herself ... I again politely declined. The massage thereafter proceeded just as blissfully and professionally ... and ended on the dot of a wonderful hour.
As I had more time to kill, having made an excuse at home that I'd be back by late afternoon, and moreover finding that I had £30 cash spare in my pocket (I always carry a £20 note and a £10 note, trying to negotiate HR for £20 first, and never paying over £30), I thought I'd have a good lunch. I popped into a local Japanese joint, and tucked into succulent prawn gyoza and a delicious chilli chiken ramen, washed down with a refreshing fiery ginger soda ... which came to a total cost of £28.35 (service included).
On the sunny stroll home, I couldn't help but think how much more memorable and fulfilling that £30 meal was, compared to a stranger (no matter how sexily or skillfully) oilily tugging out my cum within 5mins, which I no doubt would've long forgotten already.
This is the first time that I have ever declined a 'happy ending', and I find myself surprsingly 'happier' that I did so. Food for thought, eh?
