Wet

The Covid pandemic is taking its toll on my body. I've gained weight, I find I'm tense and holding that tension in my shoulders and neck. Everything is tight. Online classes help with mobility and stretching, working out at home helps but none of that takes the place of being active 8-10 hours outside of the home five days a week. And so, I feel like I'm losing a battle.

I called up Will on the weekend and asked him to come over, as I felt a massage would help - only a massage, as I'm feeling bloated and stiff and less than sexy, so I seriously wasn't planning on more than that.

Will said he had availability and he'd be over the following Wednesday. Tuesday night a snowstorm rolled in, heavy thick snow but the temps were warm, and the snow quickly turned to slush. Wednesday morning, Will arrived. Our condo's guest parking is a short walk from the front of the building and with the heavy snow and the quick melt the walk in was wet and slushy. My intercom rang and I buzzed him in. I opened the door and there stood a wet mess. I mean drenched. He'd taken a spill and landed in a wet puddle. His table bag was dripping, as was he. Hoody, track pants, shoes, all wet. He must have hit a deep puddle or hit it hard.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, just my pride," he says.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes," I tell him. "I don't want you dripping on my wood floor," I laughed.

"I'll be fine," he says, "but can I snag a towel to wipe the table down?"

"C'mon," I say, "don't be ridiculous, get out of those clothes, I'll throw them in the wash or at least the dryer, come on now," I say, reaching to pull his hoody off.

He resists a minute then gives in and allows me to strip him. Somehow the act of pulling those wet clothes off him is kind of erotic and I start to stir.

It turns out he's wet right through - undies and socks as well. And I have him out of those. There's my soccer stud, naked in my foyer. I take his clothes, empty his pockets and ask does he have time for a full wash and dry or just the dry - he opts for both. I head down the hall and drop everything in the wash and grab a couple of towels from the linen closet and head back to him. I hand one to him, to dry himself, he hasn't ventured from the foyer. I wipe down the table bag (and his second bag - which has his acupuncture materials in it), as he wipes the wet off his body. His chest is taught, not bulky, but fit, quarter sized nipples surrounded by a blush of fur, that trails down to his full bush. His cock, soft, sits about 2.5-3 inches over his nice balls.

I watch him unapologetically, as the towel slides across his body. Lifting each leg in turn to dry his shins and calves, leaving his balls and cock dangling nicely as he does. I reach out and cup them for a second, feeling their weight, rolling them in my hand before letting him get set up. I ask him if he wants a pair of shorts to wear or is he good as is? I assure him that I'm fine with him naked.

While we've been sexual for a while, now, we tend to keep our massage life (excluding those first two sessions) and our sex life separate - business is business and pleasure is pleasure, after all. He's always very proper during a massage, provides privacy for changing etc. Even though I tell him it's not necessary. But I guess it's not a habit he wants to get into, so he tries to remain professional.

It surprises me, therefore, when he says he'll opt to stay naked. He excuses himself and heads to the guest bath to wash his hands before coming back and setting up the table. He sprays it down with a cleaner and sets it up. We begin with some fascial stretching. This puts us in an interesting position, honestly, one of my favourites, when he's clothed. He wraps a leg over his shoulder and stands up between legs. Now, as he's naked this leaves his cock pressing firmly into my ass. He repeats this on both sides, then switches to another stretch. Resting my foot in his grown, my toes wrap around his cock, which feels like it's growing, and again uses his body to force a stretch. When he stops, my toes do not want to let go, but he moves me off and switches to the other leg to repeat the stretch.

After working on my shoulders and arms, and ignoring the erection I'm sporting, he has me flip onto my belly, and begins to work my back, shoulders and neck. My hands resting at my side, feel the occasional brush of his hardened cock against them, but in passing only, not long enough to grab onto.

He works on my back, his furry forearms, sliding across my skin, a very sensual feeling that I love. He works my back and shoulders, and I feel a dampness in my groin and realize my cock is leaking pre-cum onto his table.

We hear the laundry ding to indicate the wash is done, I tell him to go switch his clothes over to the dryer, which gives me a change to reposition and ease some tension on my hard cock. And also, to take a taste of all that pre-cum leaking from the tip. As he comes back to the table, he starts moving down my body, his hands caressing and massaging my ass, kneading each cheek, spreading them apart. His fingers sliding lightly inside the crack but not touching deeper than that. Still, I can't help by groan. He continues down my body, massaging thighs, then calves, then each foot in turn. My body is completely relaxed, except for one area, of course.

He moves back up and this time, his hand slides between my legs and trace each ball in my tightening sack, then sliding up through my crack, again, first one hand then the other.

"Turn over," he rasps, and I do, my hard cock standing straight up. And lifting my head, I see that his is fully erect as well.

He squirts some cream onto his hands, and with both hands, takes hold of my cock, one sliding down to my balls, one up to the tip. And he begins to massage my cock with a strong firm grip, sliding up and down, my balls clasped and released in his other hand, alternately putting pressure on my taint, his hands work me over completely.

"You're going to make be cum, if you don't stop that," I tell him.

He doesn't stop, instead he bends over, and his tongue flicks out to touch my sensitive cock head and I can't help but start to shoot, spurt after spurt, hitting his face, his mouth, his hair. He laps up what he can and keeps stroking my cock, my head so sensitive, it sends shivers through my entire body, my toes curl, my back arches up and I continue to pump until I'm drained.

As I catch my breath, he licks his fingers clean, wiping the cum from his face into his mouth, eating as much of my load as he can recover. "mmm", he says, "I missed this, you've no idea, how much".

He moves up to kiss me and I can taste my load on his lips, his tongue. His hard cock is pressed against my arm. And I pull away and ask him to fuck me. We get up from the table and head to the guest bedroom, he knows the way. We collapse into each other's arms, my cock has started to rise again, but now it's his turn. I push him back and take him into my mouth. I don't suck him long before he pushes me off,

"You'll make me cum and I want your ass first," he says.

I'm on my back, legs over his shoulder and he applies some lube to us both and his cock slides into me. He fucks with passion, hard and quick, his need is intense, and he lasts only a few minutes before he's emptying his load into my ass. My cock is rock hard again, but we both need a quick break. We cuddle and end up kissing, deeply. Tongues dancing together.

His cock his hard again, as well (ah youth). I tell him that it's my turn and flip him onto his belly, I lube his ass and rise up, aim my hard cock for his tight hole and I'm sinking into him, resting my weight on his body, before pulling out and lifting up to fuck him. I take my time, I love his ass and I want to enjoy it, so I'm stroking slow, long strokes, out, then in, he tries to buck up to increase the pace, but my weight prevents that.

Soon, I'm deep into the fuck, lost in the sensation. I flip him over and fuck him from above, looking into his eyes, stroking his cock, between us, leaning down to kiss him. My need builds and I start to cum in his ass, my body rocks with the orgasm and he sprays his belly and chest with his second load. His legs drop, and wrap around my waist, he pulls me down and we're glued together with his load, matting both our belly and chest hair together.

Just then the dryer chimes, it's done.