As I caressed his balls, I could feel his hard cock through the leg of his shorts.Ĭhandler, now wanting to release his cock from its confines, unzipped his shorts even more, his cock almost slapping my face in the process. Sighing, Chandler leaned his head back on the couch and spread his legs wider. Sliding my hand through the leg of his golfing shorts, I started caressing them. Touching him always made me so hot, that after Chandler would leave I’d have to jack off to relieve myself.īut this time as I was finishing with his shoulders, Chandler asked, “Could rub my feet and legs, too? For some reason my legs muscles are tight today.”Ĭhandler was in golfing shorts so getting to them would be no problem, so I said, “Sure,” as I stood up so he could take my place on the couch.Īs I moved around and knelt in front of him I saw that Chandler had undone the top button on his shorts.Ĭasually Chandler mentioned that I was touching his nuts but he didn't move so I became bolder. His muscles were incredible and I loved giving Chandler massages.
His muscles were so knotted up from tension that I was surprise that he could even turn his neck. Chandler was right he did need a massage.
I was sitting on the couch, so Chandler sat down on the floor between my outstretched legs and I started gently kneading his tight shoulder muscles. Since his back was turned and he wouldn’t see what I was doing, I eyed him hungrily, drinking in his muscular torso, his thick arms and his impressive shoulders. I didn’t think anything about the request, because he quite frequently asked for them.Ĭhandler stripped off his shirt as I sat down on the couch. Would you give me one of your first-class back massages?” We were in my office where the study sessions took place when Chandler said, “My back and shoulder are tight. There was some strong sexual tension between us so I tried to turn him over to someone else, but he wouldn't have it. Sometimes he would complain about being stiff and sore from practice and I would give him a back massage or leg rub. He often told me of his encounters and we would both get hot talking about it. The girls were constantly after him so he had no problem getting sex. You know the type, about five foot eleven, perhaps Mediterranean descent you know, the great olive tanned skin, with blackish hair, not much body hair though. He modeled a little locally and worked part time at Abercrombie and Fitch to pay his tuition. He was a very handsome nineteen year-old. He was having some problems with his grades so the coach introduced us. In 2007 I met Chandler, who was on the college golf team. Over all the years that I volunteered there was never a sexual encounter until Chandler. To keep them eligible for sports I helped both young men and women with their studies. I was a volunteer tutor with the college athletic program. I kept telling myself that it was just a passing phase and that if I ignored it, it would go away. I’d always been drawn to men, but because of society's attitude towards homosexuals and my strong religious background I suppress the urges. The first time I sucked a cock was when I was forty eight. Just from staring at it I was literally becoming drunk from my raging hormones.Ĭasually Chandler mentioned that I was touching his nuts but he didn't move so I became bolder Raising my eyes, I look at the thin trail of silken hair that ran from his navel down into his shorts … and then I saw it.his cock head was sticking out the top of the shorts. When Chandler spread his legs so I could get to his upper thighs better, I realized he didn’t have on any underwear and that his family jewels were shining.
I eagerly worked them up and down, getting closer and closer to his nuts. His strong legs with their well-defined quadriceps and calves were just as hot as the rest of him. As a golfer Chandler kept himself very fit.