I love having my cock massaged and slowly sensually stroked. You cannot rush when you worship cock. My cock gets rock hard, throbs and pulsates with every touch. Caress and cup my balls gingerly and playfully tug on them. In my photo you see me admiring my cock, dreaming and thinking about the next time a friend has his way with me
Dave
I’ve never said no to a Happy Ending and who would? But Once upon a time I went to a new bloke who offered a tiered pricing structure. Massage basic, sensual, him with his pants off, massage the masseur etc in ever-rising grades of price. Being the big tight-arsed Scot I am, I picked the “basic”, thinking I can do a run and a tug at home for free …. The Scotsman’s fap is using your left hand to pretend it’s a handy-shandy from a total stranger …. But this geezer’s massage method was excellent. Probably one of the best massages I have ever had (and I’ve tried a few). I reckon he spent a lot of effort trying to “up-sell” me to the next level – trying to crack me and get me to beg for a tug. He had a great body, hairy, well developed muscles, very skillful. His stretches and firm deep disuse were head and shoulders above others. I visited several times before I was transferred intercity. I visited every time I was back in town. He was skilled at pressing his tight shorts against my hand or his big hairy chest in my face. He would stretch my legs up and pressing his cock through his pants millimeters from my arsehole. His butt and taint massage was a delight and his skillful upper thigh work never even brushed my sack. Never touched my schlong. I dribbled pre, but never really got hard. I just LOVED his firm, strong, experience massage technique. During one perilous stretch where I was totally at his mercy, delicately balanced between pain and relaxed delight, he would place my hands on his tight firm butt for balance. The thin silky sports pants giving my hands a hold of his firm peaches. Unfortunately, one day I contacted him and he had left that line of work. I have spent years trying to find someone as good. But I have found with other masseurs that once we cross that line and he makes me jizz, the massage quality on successive visits declines. It’s like once we wank and I hold his dick, that becomes the more important event to which we rush rather than take our time with the massage. I always thought these blokes just saw so many nude guys on their table that one more dick to jerk would be almost a chore. But then I realised that most of these guys actually like their work. And why wouldn’t they? Dick after dick after dick. Each man totally in your hands and expressing total joy and always leaving happy. The closeness that comes from a cum at his hands is a real fraternal bond. What a wonderful job. When I stopped to think about it, I guess I’ve spent a lot of time in sports locker rooms over the years. I’ve enjoyed a lot of helping hands and lent many a hand in the showers. And I have never seen a cock I didn’t like. There is a democracy of dicks where we all cherish them as much as the next bloke. But because I do enjoy a dick in the park or tugging in the gym showers, when I head to get a massage I need the masseur to massage me…. Well. But I am these days less thrifty. Just explain that while I will NEVER say no to a chug at the end, the point is massage. Massage is a relief – even without “relief”. But either is fine.
Bob
I’ve never said no to a Happy Ending and who would? But Once upon a time I went to a new bloke who offered a tiered pricing structure. Massage basic, sensual, him with his pants off, massage the masseur etc in ever-rising grades of price. Being the big tight-arsed Scot I am, I picked the “basic”, thinking I can do a run and a tug at home for free …. The Scotsman’s fap is using your left hand to pretend it’s a handy-shandy from a total stranger …. But this geezer’s massage method was excellent. Probably one of the best massages I have ever had (and I’ve tried a few). I reckon he spent a lot of effort trying to “up-sell” me to the next level – trying to crack me and get me to beg for a tug. He had a great body, hairy, well developed muscles, very skillful. His stretches and firm deep disuse were head and shoulders above others. I visited several times before I was transferred intercity. I visited every time I was back in town. He was skilled at pressing his tight shorts against my hand or his big hairy chest in my face. He would stretch my legs up and pressing his cock through his pants millimeters from my arsehole. His butt and taint massage was a delight and his skillful upper thigh work never even brushed my sack. Never touched my schlong. I dribbled pre, but never really got hard. I just LOVED his firm, strong, experience massage technique. During one perilous stretch where I was totally at his mercy, delicately balanced between pain and relaxed delight, he would place my hands on his tight firm butt for balance. The thin silky sports pants giving my hands a hold of his firm peaches. Unfortunately, one day I contacted him and he had left that line of work. I have spent years trying to find someone as good. But I have found with other masseurs that once we cross that line and he makes me jizz, the massage quality on successive visits declines. It’s like once we wank and I hold his dick, that becomes the more important event to which we rush rather than take our time with the massage. I always thought these blokes just saw so many nude guys on their table that one more dick to jerk would be almost a chore. But then I realised that most of these guys actually like their work. And why wouldn’t they? Dick after dick after dick. Each man totally in your hands and expressing total joy and always leaving happy. The closeness that comes from a cum at his hands is a real fraternal bond. What a wonderful job. When I stopped to think about it, I guess I’ve spent a lot of time in sports locker rooms over the years. I’ve enjoyed a lot of helping hands and lent many a hand in the showers. And I have never seen a cock I didn’t like. There is a democracy of dicks where we all cherish them as much as the next bloke. But because I do enjoy a dick in the park or tugging in the gym showers, when I head to get a massage I need the masseur to massage me…. Well. But I am these days less thrifty. Just explain that while I will NEVER say no to a chug at the end, the point is massage. Massage is a relief – even without “relief”. But either is fine.