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By *iver.7 OP Man
6 weeks ago
WORCESTER |
Adam rolled up after a run. He was dressed as before in a black tank top and red shorts. I was prepped for massage, dressed in joggers and a tight white tshirt. He came in and after greetings stripped his shirt off. I gave him a white towel and said 'and the rest'. I turned my back and when I looked around he was towel wrapped, lying face down on the bed. I freed his towel so it lay across his arse. I started on his right leg. Oiling my hands I stroked his legs and wrung his firm calves and thighs. Shifting his towel my hand glanced against his ball sack. Just visible dark hair hid the detail. But enough to see they were large and the scrotum sack baggy. Massaging his inner thigh I imagined his cock was hardening under him. My own was hard, tenting my track suit. I moved down to his foot and took pleasure getting to know his body. Moving on I massaged his sculpted muscular arm. Then his shoulders and neck. Up his back I worked, massaging hard to relieve any stress. On each pass, as my hand traced the side of his spine, my hand knocked the towel lower. Peachy arse cheeks, hairy in the crack started to show. I firmly rubbed my hands across his butt. Pushing his arse down into the bed he was bound to get hard. His cock under pressure, his glans stimulated by the fabric and weight. I certainly was hard, and where the tip of my cock rubbed, precum was making a dark patch on my grey joggers. As I continued with upstrokes along his flanks I was struck by how uniform, almost patterned was his thick arm pit hair. I longed to bury my mouth in his pit and in between those muscular runners cheeks. With every sensual thought a new bead of precum seeped out. I reached into my joggers and coated my fingers in{¬zIg=¬} precum and without Adam knowing massaged my own body fluid into him. |
