Greg Riley was a new client. Hot as hell, late 30s, a bit of stubble, hairy chest. A body to freakin’ die for! He certainly seemed a little nervous when he came in. The straight guys often are. When Connor Taylor told him he’d give him a bit of privacy while he stripped off, Greg hovered and made sure he’d left the room before getting naked.
When Connor got back in the room, Greg was lying face down on the massage table. His bulked-up legs were slightly apart and his muscular, pert ass… it was screaming to be fucked! Connor literally couldn’t take his eyes off it and was very grateful that he was face down!
In a moment of absolute insanity, Connor let his shorts fall down. He carried on massaging Greg, heart thumping in his head, trying to think through all the possibilities. In another crazily irrational moment, he moved around to the front of the table and leaned over Greg, massaging him so that his hard dick was literally rubbing against the top of his head.
Bingo! Greg suddenly brought his hand up from his side and grabbed Connor’s dick. He squeezed it, jerked it a bit – still lying face down – as if pretending somehow it wasn’t him!
Seconds later, he was leaning up on the table, sucking every fucking inch of Connor’s dick and making him moan like crazy. Greg knew exactly what he was doing!
