Harvey's Birthday gift. [Cypher's Tales]

“Come in,” I said, realizing that the moment I had been hyper fixating on was here… Now!

Harvey stumbled in chuckling and looking over his shoulder. “Monday, I promise!” he laughed to someone who was grumbling cheerfully outside. He closed the door behind him and turned to see me standing in the room. Harvey's shoulders dropped and he let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

“You don’t know how smart of a decision it was to keep this appointment, Dean,” he said, chuckling to himself waggling a finger. “Today has left me exhausted… I’m not as young as I used to be apparently, says everyone else.” he chuckles.

Harvey's cheery mood was quite disarming. “So, you had a big day then?” I asked, smiling and moving to the massage table.

“Ohh, Dean. You don’t even know the half of it. Richard thinks we're all still your age,” he laughed happily, limping over to the table and dropping his robe.

My eyes locked onto the bulge of his underpants bringing flashes of our last session back to my mind, especially the way he looked at me when I had pushed the flirty comments too far. My thoughts turned to all the things I had been thinking about this past week, and I had to push it out of my mind. Harvey is still in a ‘happy to tell me all of his stories’ sort of mood and I didn’t want to change that too quickly.

I scoff as he was getting onto the table. “You’re just exaggerating. What did you turn… 40?” I meant it as a playful compliment, but I didn’t know whether 40 was a compliment for him… 40 is almost twice my age after all.

Harvey booms with laughter before groaning with aching fatigue and lowering himself into position. “You’re good at reminding me why I like having you around. I feel 40 most days, but today,” he groans as he adjusts himself on the table. “I’ll own my age tonight, I suppose.”

I chuckle along with him. He definitely seems more genuine about his soreness tonight than he had previously. I figure, getting him relaxed before moving on to… more, would be a good idea. I lit some lavender candles and rubbed oil into my hands before dripping some over his back and then kneading my fingers into his shoulders. The groan of satisfaction that came from him shifted something within me. I massage his shoulders as he moans with appreciation. It took a whole 5 minutes before he was in any state to start telling me his stories.

Harvey told me absolutely everything. He embellished his ‘striking’ defeat of every other golfer though. As he recounted his day to me, I mused and laughed at his exploits and made him feel as comfortable as I knew how. Harvey was the kind of person that liked when people agreed with him or told him that they understood his point of view and, like a good ‘companion’ that is exactly what I did.

Apparently, Richard had surprised Harvey with an intricate and very expensive watch that he wore proudly on his wrist and flashed frequently. He had been reunited with an old friend of his from when he was in his twenties and his wife, Jen, had even been in a particularly good mood all day. He told me about all the gifts and favours that he had been given and promised and my thoughts lingered on the gift he would be receiving from me.

He mentioned several times that he would have liked to invite me to his golf tournament and that he would very much like me to attend next year. I didn’t dare tell him that I’d never played golf and think that it looks like the most boring game ever. Nevertheless, I told him I would love to attend, if I was still here. He just scoffed and laughed, telling me that I would have to quit rather forcefully for him to let me go.

It was actually a really good feeling that he had taken to me so quickly. It made me feel good about what I did and oddly accomplished for still being so early in my studies—not that I was training to be a masseuse. I knew that most of what Harvey liked about our sessions was just someone to listen to his rambling stories; I was happy to… being paid the way I was, and Harvey is quite a funny guy when he wants to be, so I don’t mind in the slightest.

I had almost forgotten what I had planned when I instinctively moved to his legs, rather early in the session. Harvey did not complain at all and seemed rather happy that I had moved. I wondered whether he was thinking about what had happened last time. I also wondered whether he remembered those little playful comments I made to him about giving him a good session for his birthday. Or the moment he had acknowledged his erection, and I had told him that it was natural and not to worry… that 'I took it as a compliment'. The overwhelming anxiousness grew stronger and stronger the closer I got to finishing with his back.

I had noticed that his stories grew infrequent, and he was quieter the closer I got to being finished with the back of his legs. It made me think that Harvey was, in fact, thinking about what happens next, being so early into the session still.

Like ripping off a band aid, I tapped his leg gently causing him to jump. He chuckled as I helped him turn over. There it was again; he was already slightly erect, this time, before I had even touched him anywhere near where I had last time. He smiled uncomfortably at me as he laid down with a small aching grunt. Neither of us acknowledged his growing excitement.

I started slowly, around his ankles and then his shins. He was barely speaking by the time I was at his thighs. And if I was too uncomfortable with this, it was now or never if I wanted ‘out’. If I continued from here, it would be cruel to him to just deny what his body clearly wanted after purposefully doing this to him. His cock was lightly pushing against his underpants now. I glanced at it from time to time and it was unclear if Harvey had noticed but he sure seemed quite anxious himself at this point. But how far was I really willing to go?