Naked – he lay
Masculine – he smelled
Muscled – he bulged
Dark hair – the signature of his manliness
I stood over his broad-back. The muscles clearly relaxed but outlined under his dark hair I warmed my hands with a hot towel Before applying it over his back from shoulders to hips. His naked buttocks – relaxed, but still rounding upward. I pressed both hands – fingers spread, widely either side of his spine. A breathy-groan of release exhaled his dark moustache-lined mouth. I inhaled the scent of this 44 year old man, repeatedly filling my lungs with masculinity. I evenly pushed into the meat of his ribs. Forcing many more groans of tension-release from that handsome mouth. Two agonizing minutes before the towel was to come off, but I relaxed him until the warmth of the fabric had diminished — then Releasing it, causing a rush of cool-air to cringe the glutes that I had glued the sight of my eyes on during the entire duration of pre-warming. But, now was the time I loved most of all…That fleeting moment before I applied oil to my hands and began to force my strong fingers against and into this meaty creature.
Naked – he lay
Masculine – he smelled
Muscled – he bulged
Dark hair – the signature of his manliness
I never made him wait too-long though before the true massage started. I knew my job… and I knew he knew it as well… as this was his third session with me.
Joe Cannon, AKA “Joe’s Bridge”.
