When Ian got in touch to say he wanted to do come back for a happy-ending massage shoot, I was pretty fired about it. But not as much as he was, apparently. He even brought his fiance along so she could hang out in the background and get a free show.
Ian's gotten erotic massages before. Some were just foreplay, but a handful of times he went out and paid for them; all with women. This one, obviously, was a turn of the table (no pun intended) since he was getting paid for it, and it was from a guy. I asked him how he was feeling about it.
"I'm pretty excited," he answered with a grin. "Trying something new."
Ian had saved up for a couple days beforehand and was itching to bust a nut. As I rubbed down his back and reached between his legs, he was already getting hard. By the time he rolled over, his cock was so stiff that it looked like it might break off!
I took things slow, making sure he didn't cum too soon. Tweaking his nipples, I could see his ball-sack tighten up which could only mean one thing: they're wired to his dick. The build-up to his cumshot was hot. With one hand rubbing his chest and the other wrapped around his cock, Ian's whole body clenched up as he unloaded onto his stomach with a series of panting moans.
