This was totally different than making love with someone. Putting this much time and effort into someone's body. Examining every inch, so up close and personal. There was nothing like this. Seeing, exploring, and touching every part of a beautiful man, was unbelievably erotic.
I massaged his right thigh, and accidentally bumped his ball sack again. I spent a long time massaging his inner thigh, and squeezing his thick meaty muscles. The I moved down to his right calf. His right foot. Every single one of his beautiful, little, stubby toes.
I was almost finished with his back side. I went up to the head of the table, and massaged his neck again. Digging deep into his tense muscles. I massaged the back of his head. Then I gently ran my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Even his sexy ears did not escape my massaging fingers.