The Sixth

I maintained my cool. He carefully undressed me leaving just the small pant I was putting on. Made for his backpack and brought a container which he poured some of its content on his palm. As he rubbed his palm together, i got turned on.

Because my erection was creating am obvious bulge on my pants, I forced my mind to think of other things order than sex to avoid embarrassment. He came to where I was lying and started massaging the whole of my body concentrating mostly on my hands, palm, legs and ribs with the ointment which I suspected to be either olive or coconut oil.

He had great massage skills, and it was so good that i forced myself not to moan. When he was satisfied with the temperature of my palm and feet he stopped. (By then, I had stopped shivering). He dressed me up in his trouser and sweater because the only clothing i had (which they brought me with) was my white vest and short.