It's probably not much of a surprise to hear that Laird's never gotten a happy-ending massage before. He's just recently turned 19, so there's plenty he has yet to experience.
After his last shoot he'd asked about what else he could do on camera. I suggested a massage scene. He wasn't too sure about it at first, but money got a little tight and it seemed like an easy enough way to make some quick cash.
"I mean, I just have to lay down," he laughed.
I wasn't too sure how he was going to react to getting rubbed down by a guy. The answer came quick enough when he was face down and his uncut cock started swelling from between his legs.
Rolling over onto his back, Laird's dick was still standing at full attention. I didn't want him to fire off a load too fast, so my hands teased his shaft, just barely enough to keep him nice and hard, paying some attention to his foreskin.
Laird must have been extra horny because all it took to get him to the finish line was to ramp up the speed of stroking him. I reached up at the last minute, just before he was about to bust, and gave his nipple a little tweak which sent him right over the edge with streams of cum that flew up his chest.
