Chapter 9
“You’re enjoying it,” Daryl said. And, from the erect pole tenting the sheet at Mitch’s crotch, it was very obvious he wasenjoying it, every minute.
Before Daryl returned to the massage, he took a moment to strip off his clothes. Instead of folding them neatly on the stool as Mitch had, though, he left them in a pile on the floor where it fell. He fondled his dick and balls a moment, just enough to get things started, then opened a drawer on the side of the massage table and found a tube of warming oil. He squirted a liberal dollop in his hands and rubbed them together, the oil warming to his touch. Then he began kneading Mitch again.