“You don’t have to do anything for me if you don’t want to.” He reached over and his hand was on my leg, stroking my thigh. He reached over to me and undid my jeans. I stood and he slid them down over my legs, along with my underwear. “No the girl I’m dating likes it that way.” Kick those clothes off, so you can be more comfortable. I did as I was told and then sat back on his couch. Up and down, closer to my cock, but not touching. Looked down to watch him stroking my thigh and rubbing himself through his clothes with his other hand. I was sitting in the nude watching a film where two men were taking turns fucking a youth. His hand stroked up and down the length of my thigh. I said nothing, just let him stroke my leg.
Still no words… instead, I moved down on the seat cushion and opened my legs wider. Inviting him to touch me more intimately. His hand reached down and cupped my smooth balls. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my body. He stood up and beckoned me to do the same. Watched his ass as he bent to remove them. Saw his erect penis as he straightened up…. He stood beside the bed with massage oil.īent down and dripped oil on my naked body.ĭripped oil on my chest and belly and started rubbing it in. Onto my legs, massaging from ankles to the tops of my thighs.
