He would stretch my legs up and pressing his cock through his pants millimeters from my arsehole. He was skilled at pressing his tight shorts against my hand or his big hairy chest in my face. I visited several times before I was transferred intercity. His stretches and firm deep disuse were head and shoulders above others. He had a great body, hairy, well developed muscles, very skillful.
I reckon he spent a lot of effort trying to “up-sell” me to the next level – trying to crack me and get me to beg for a tug. Probably one of the best massages I have ever had (and I’ve tried a few). But this geezer’s massage method was excellent. The Scotsman’s fap is using your left hand to pretend it’s a handy-shandy from a total stranger …. Being the big tight-arsed Scot I am, I picked the “basic”, thinking I can do a run and a tug at home for free …. Massage basic, sensual, him with his pants off, massage the masseur etc in ever-rising grades of price. I’ve never said no to a Happy Ending and who would? But Once upon a time I went to a new bloke who offered a tiered pricing structure.
