He then said it might be easier to just have the towel. I said ‘ok’ and he turned away whilst I got off the bed, took off my shorts and slid the towel over me. He then turned back to the bed and began the second part of the massage. Working my top half, arms and hands first, my cock began to harden again. Before I knew it, I was rock hard. I was a bit embarrassed, which I think he could sense. ‘It’s ok, happens all the time, no problem’ he said. Relieved, I relaxed back into things. Eventually it was time to work on my lower half. As he did so, he moved down my body. He had placed my hand slightly to the side of myself after he massaged it and as he moved down I felt him gently pressed his bulge against my hand. My level of horn was off the scale. He was then down at my feet doing an incredible job when suddenly he moved right up my inner leg, almost reaching my balls. I jumped a little as it ticketed. ‘Ohh sorrr do you not like that’ he asked me. ‘Yes, I do, just tickled, that’s all’. ‘Ok, no problem, I will go slower. Maybe you’d like some extra pressure?’. Unsure if this meant what I thought it meant, either way I thought it’s a winner. ‘Yes please, I’d like that’. That was all he needed to really start working my thighs, all the way up, getting nearer and nearer to my cock. ‘Can I remove the towel sir? It’s in the way a bit now?’ Sure, go ahead. He then threw it to the floor. I loved the feeling of being totally and utterly exposed to him... |
