bucknaway
October 23rd, 2013, 16:59
There is something about the guys working the beach in Pattaya. For the most part, the massage guys know that you will most likely choose them because you fancy them a bit. Once the massage is in progress they will engage you in polite conversation as if you are the most important person in their life. They want to know who you are, were you come from, where you stay, who you with and are you alone. The more you answer the better the massage seems to become.
The guy massaging me had dark skin and was/is as handsome as the Devil (That is a compliment). We had polite conversation during the massage and I closed my eyes and let him work his magic. He adjusted my position and had my foot resting in his crotch and soon i could feel his cock harden along the length of my foot. Once it was hard it would throb in time with his hand movements. He then asked me if I was "OK"? Of course I was OK. He then moved my other foot to feel his erection and its throbbing. Soon I was sporting an erection and that is when he asked if I would buy him a beer. I had to laugh to myself that he played me like the sucker was. How could I refuse him a beer?
Once his beer was ordered, he began to massage my foot with his hand and with his concealed erection and let me know that, "Tomorrow can give to you special massage, is goof for you, you like... make special (Impressed with my foot feeling his cock throb as he nodded to his crotch with a wink and more throbbing followed by a smile).
Well, I am finished the massage and my feet are happy and when I am resting comfortably, with my feet up, for a moment... I can faintly remember the feel of his cock slowly growing, thickening and throbbing against my foot.... :ymblushing:
The guy massaging me had dark skin and was/is as handsome as the Devil (That is a compliment). We had polite conversation during the massage and I closed my eyes and let him work his magic. He adjusted my position and had my foot resting in his crotch and soon i could feel his cock harden along the length of my foot. Once it was hard it would throb in time with his hand movements. He then asked me if I was "OK"? Of course I was OK. He then moved my other foot to feel his erection and its throbbing. Soon I was sporting an erection and that is when he asked if I would buy him a beer. I had to laugh to myself that he played me like the sucker was. How could I refuse him a beer?
Once his beer was ordered, he began to massage my foot with his hand and with his concealed erection and let me know that, "Tomorrow can give to you special massage, is goof for you, you like... make special (Impressed with my foot feeling his cock throb as he nodded to his crotch with a wink and more throbbing followed by a smile).
Well, I am finished the massage and my feet are happy and when I am resting comfortably, with my feet up, for a moment... I can faintly remember the feel of his cock slowly growing, thickening and throbbing against my foot.... :ymblushing: