It turns out he's wet right through - undies and socks as well. And I have him out of those. There's my soccer stud, naked in my foyer. I take his clothes, empty his pockets and ask does he have time for a full wash and dry or just the dry - he opts for both. I head down the hall and drop everything in the wash and grab a couple of towels from the linen closet and head back to him. I hand one to him, to dry himself, he hasn't ventured from the foyer. I wipe down the table bag (and his second bag - which has his acupuncture materials in it), as he wipes the wet off his body. His chest is taught, not bulky, but fit, quarter sized nipples surrounded by a blush of fur, that trails down to his full bush. His cock, soft, sits about 2.5-3 inches over his nice balls.
I watch him unapologetically, as the towel slides across his body. Lifting each leg in turn to dry his shins and calves, leaving his balls and cock dangling nicely as he does. I reach out and cup them for a second, feeling their weight, rolling them in my hand before letting him get set up. I ask him if he wants a pair of shorts to wear or is he good as is? I assure him that I'm fine with him naked.
While we've been sexual for a while, now, we tend to keep our massage life (excluding those first two sessions) and our sex life separate - business is business and pleasure is pleasure, after all. He's always very proper during a massage, provides privacy for changing etc. Even though I tell him it's not necessary. But I guess it's not a habit he wants to get into, so he tries to remain professional.
It surprises me, therefore, when he says he'll opt to stay naked. He excuses himself and heads to the guest bath to wash his hands before coming back and setting up the table. He sprays it down with a cleaner and sets it up. We begin with some fascial stretching. This puts us in an interesting position, honestly, one of my favourites, when he's clothed. He wraps a leg over his shoulder and stands up between legs. Now, as he's naked this leaves his cock pressing firmly into my ass. He repeats this on both sides, then switches to another stretch. Resting my foot in his grown, my toes wrap around his cock, which feels like it's growing, and again uses his body to force a stretch. When he stops, my toes do not want to let go, but he moves me off and switches to the other leg to repeat the stretch.
After working on my shoulders and arms, and ignoring the erection I'm sporting, he has me flip onto my belly, and begins to work my back, shoulders and neck. My hands resting at my side, feel the occasional brush of his hardened cock against them, but in passing only, not long enough to grab onto.
He works on my back, his furry forearms, sliding across my skin, a very sensual feeling that I love. He works my back and shoulders, and I feel a dampness in my groin and realize my cock is leaking pre-cum onto his table.
We hear the laundry ding to indicate the wash is done, I tell him to go switch his clothes over to the dryer, which gives me a change to reposition and ease some tension on my hard cock. And also, to take a taste of all that pre-cum leaking from the tip. As he comes back to the table, he starts moving down my body, his hands caressing and massaging my ass, kneading each cheek, spreading them apart. His fingers sliding lightly inside the crack but not touching deeper than that. Still, I can't help by groan. He continues down my body, massaging thighs, then calves, then each foot in turn. My body is completely relaxed, except for one area, of course.
He moves back up and this time, his hand slides between my legs and trace each ball in my tightening sack, then sliding up through my crack, again, first one hand then the other.
"Turn over," he rasps, and I do, my hard cock standing straight up. And lifting my head, I see that his is fully erect as well.
