Freak of the Week – The Porn Hound

I’ve been dying to tell ya about this guy for a week now. Remember when Sugar Daddy Pete showed up and turned my morals upside down? Well the latest Freak of the Week came in early that same day.

He was a normal looking guy… about 35, stringy hair, but dressed nicely. I’m sitting out front when he comes in and plops a giant stack of papers on the desk. My first thought was that he was selling something, so I was a little surprised when he said he wanted a session. Since he’s not selling anything, I ask what the papers are for. He says he has a ton of paperwork to do for work. But before I can ask if he plans on doing it in the middle of his massage, the front door opens again…

In walks a father and son.

My heart skipped a beat! Remember that previous Freak of the week that wanted to bring his kid in????? Well, I think I went pale when these 2 just walked in. I’m scared stiff that he’s the other freak, but luckily there’s another guy here in case he starts trouble. I stammered, “… uh… can I help you?”

Very gruffly he says, “Do you know if the mechanic is open?”

Now I’m feeling confused and relieved at the same time. “Huh?”

“The auto place across the street! Is he open or not?”

Since he’s NOT the father/son freak I’m no longer afraid, but just irritated. Jerks I know how to deal with. So I tell him I don’t work there, so I don’t know. But since I’m such a loving, giving, people person, I add that there’s another place down the road.

Whew!!!!! Now with him gone, I turn my attention back to the new guy. I’m asking him how long a session he wants when I notice the stack of papers again… only they’re not papers…they’re magazines. DIRTY magazines!!!

It took a deep breath and just said, “First room on the left. Make yourself comfortable.” He disappears into the room with the stack of porn.

Another day, another dollar I sigh to myself.

A few minutes later, I go in. He’s laying nude on his stomach and propped up on his elbows – reading one of his magazines. The rest are sitting in a neat stack on the corner of the table by his head. I tell him about our options and he asks for a G-string. I strip down, but he still can’t be bothered to put down the porn. So you know what I did?

Nothing. I just pretended everything was perfectly normal. Nothing to see here folks! I grabbed a bottle of oil from the warmer, lubed up my hands and started working on his shoulders. He stayed up on his elbows like a kid glued to a comic book. That position actually made my job a little bit easier since I had easy access to his shoulders. We chatted briefly about the weather as I worked down to his legs.

When I finish his calves I told him to flip (I don’t do feet). He rolled over and then tucked the pillow behind his back so he could sit up. He twisted slightly towards me – but not to gaze in admiration at the Girls. Oh no! Instead, he opens up a new magazine on the table next to him so he can keep reading.

At this point, he stops the chit-chat, so I just start working his lower legs in silence. Then I notice that he’s now working his dick with the right hand, while turning pages with the left. Since he’s not even looking at me or talking, I figure he’s ready for his own version of the happy ending. So instead of continuing the massage, I start lightly caressing his upper thighs… kinda trying to stay in synch with each jerk of his hand. I did this for a few minutes until he finally came all over his stomach.

I offered to clean him up, but he said to just hand him a towel and he’ll take care of it himself. So while we’re both cleaning ourselves up, I ask him what’s up with the magazines. He says that he’s been addicted to porn for several years now and can’t get off without its help. I said “you do realize I was gonna take care of that for you?” He said he did, and thanked me anyway.

Apparently he’s gotten to the point where he prefers to get himself off. When I asked him about how this affects his sex life, he said the porn consumes everything to the point where he no longer has one. It’s been years since he’s actually dated anyone, and in the meanwhile he just became more and more obsessed and dependent upon porn. I actually suggested he try a hooker to try to wean him off (no pun intended), but he said he was too afraid of diseases to go that route. Based on the hookers I know, I can’t blame him!

I felt pretty sorry for the guy after talking to him. When he asked me how much he owed, I knocked $20 off the tip and told him to let me take care of things next time. He confessed that he originally had second thoughts about coming in, but now thanked me for being patient and making him feel comfortable.

“Don’t thank me sir. It’s my job.”

CJ