Work my footballer cock

When he arrived as our new massage therapist I could tell that he was gonna be fun. I never really had any reason to get a rub down after the game, but when I saw that guy I knew something was up and he would treat my body right if he had the chance.

I was proven right a couple of weeks later when I managed to get half an hour on his table. The other lads were either in the showers or getting ready to go down the pub, but all I could think about was getting my hard footballer cock emptied. I didn’t think it would be as easy as it was, but he was so into it!

I made up some bullshit about having a thigh strain a couple of weeks before and moments later I was laying there naked on his table, on my back, my massive muscled body there for him to explore.

He started on my thick thigh, rubbing and stroking, asking questions about how I was injured and what discomfort I’d had. He knew I was lying, I’m sure of it, but I think he definitely knew when my thick footballer cock started rising up and my balls started churning as his fingers brushed against my slippery, oiled up scrotum.

When he started complimenting me on my massive muscular body I knew I was in there. I felt the shape of his bulging dick brush against my left hand and a second later I gave it a proper grope.

He asked about my balls and dick, asking if I ever felt any discomfort in those, everything was clear at that moment and seconds later he was massaging my dick while I tugged his own long and wet uncut cock out of his shorts.

He certainly knew how to appreciate my incredible body, humping his dick into my fist as he stroked my stiff footballer cock and made me squirt a fountain of hot semen all over my rippling body.

His cock exploded just as mind did, pumping cream out all over my thigh and hand. It was so good, I went back after every game from that day on.