We sat together and talked for a while... about what he'd been up to... about what I'd been up to (I didn't tell him about the choking incident. It just didn't seem right).
(He kept looking at my boots again, too. If I didn't like him so much, it would totally creep me out.)
I liked small talking with him, but I wanted to get out... do something with him. Do something for him to reciprocate the kindness he had shown me.
I took him to the massage parlor down the street, where I'd been thinking about taking a job. I wanted to give him a nice rubdown, feel his skin under my hands...
I rubbed all over his strong body... I could feel him getting hard under the towel I had draped over his "area." It had been so long since I was with anyone...
I started to stroke him lightly, moving my hands slowly up and down his penis, touching softly with my fingers, teasing him. He started to touch me too, and soon, I wanted to be as naked as he was.
I was so turned on... I wanted him inside me...
I took him fast into my mouth and sucked him hard. He moaned so loudly... I wanted to fuck him so badly... to feel him inside me... on top of me... behind me... thrusting, fucking me...
But... after a few minutes, he moaned so loudly and I felt his legs start to shudder, then his warm cum shot into my mouth.
I wasn't upset, though. I loved making him cum, and feeling it in my mouth and swallowing it down turned me on so much that I almost came myself.
Afterwards, I laid on his chest and we looked at each other till we drifted off to sleep...
It was a beautiful evening.. but, next time I see him, I just may have to fuck him...
