Timeline 33.5:

I've given massages before and I've given some really shit wanks before, but after I watched a video for lovers I just had to see if I could apply the massage techniques I'd seen to a cock. God I know how much I'd love someone to do something similar to me.

When you massage someone you don't just squirt the oil from the bottle directly on their skin, although the cold shock could be quite exciting on the groin. I wanted this to feel warm and sensual so I poured the baby oil in my hands first and warmed it to body temperature. And then, just like with a back massage I placed the flat of my hands about an inch away from his flaccid cock. The fact that the heat from your hands meets with the heat of his gentials before your skin touches makes it feel much more progressive, if that's the right word. There's nothing too sudden and no movement is too quick.

Millimeter by millimeter I pushed my hands toward his already growing, beautiful cock and covered his entire scrotum and penis with a soft, warm, delicate touch. I smoothed my hands around the base of his shaft and my thumbs gently under his balls and glided my thumbs ever so tenderly over his balls until both of my hands circumferenced the thick base. Then I drew one hand up the length of him in one slow, smooth motion. Up tof the head with a deft loose twist my hand was upside down and over the glans and all the way back down. Just as my right hand reached the bottom I began moving my left in exactly the same way. My grip was firm, but responsive to his turgidity. I thought about the pressure I like against myself and measured it similarly. As my fingers swept down his broad stem I pushed the pads of my fingers into his frenulum to add just a little more pressure into his sweet spot, that delicious quarter of and inch of string-like skin that joins the foreskin to the glans. I kept a perfect rhythm and speed for a minute and then took my left hand off very slowly, poured more oil onto him. I'd wedged the bottle between my thighs as I knelt between his opened legs so it was warm straight from the bottle now.

This time I used my thumbs tracing semi circles the the top and ringing my middle finger and thumb around the base of his head and gripping very loosely I twisted my hands in opposite directions. when I saw this I thought it looked like a Chinese burn but when I heard the slow moan he made I knew it felt fucking amazing. And then ever so tenderly drawing the back of my nails in feather like strokes up to the tip and drumming tiny humminbird wing taps all over the head and back down.

It was luxurious and silky, feeling his cock sliding through my fingers, throbbing in spasms as he responded to my touch. His head had long given up watching my hands dance around his cock like a ballerina pirouetting and cupping his balls too and pulling on them lightly, cushioned in a pillow he lay with his eyes closed and his mouth open.

I could feel his member begin to twitch so I poured more oil over him and worked his cock, spinning my hands quickly up and over, stepping up the tempo to a beat poet's metre. Feeling him build up inside my chest, knowing he was about the spill all over my hands in glorious eruption and then it gushed, flowed, spewed, pulse after pulse. Hot exquisite liquid all over my thighs, my arms, wrists, hands fingers. Fucking oceans of the stuff everywhere as he cried his primal scream into a pillow he'd curled around and bit into. I drew his forskin over his head to a rest and gave him a good couple of minutes just resting there.

There was spunk everywhere, which I cleaned up thoroughly like a kitten lapping milk. He didn't move after that and fell into a wonderfully deep sleep. I woke him up in the morning, but that's another story.