Spunk Worthy says: When I hit Brantley up about doing a happy-ending massage shoot, he took a few weeks to, as he put it, “weigh the pluses and minuses.” Along with the wad of cash waiting at the finish line, it seemed that curiosity finally won him over.
His closest experiences so far were limited to foreplay with girlfriends and a regular massage he and a buddy got after a hard day training with the military. With two days saved up in his balls, Brantley was horny as hell. Nervous, for sure.
But nothing that some massage oil couldn’t help, I thought. As my hands slowly rubbed Brantley’s back, legs, and feet, he loosened right up. His tight hole looked like it could use some special attention, so I dove in for a taste.
It was hot to see Brantley’s cock was grow harder and harder when he rolled over to his back. For a guy who wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get an erection with a guy stroking him, in no time he was sporting some serious wood.
What was the trick to get Brantley up to edge? You guessed it: some dick sucking got him going. “Right there,” he whispered as I went down on him. “Don’t stop.”
It didn’t take long before Brantley’s eyes were squeezed shut and he gave the word that he was about to bust. A few tugs were all it took to milk the thick load from his cock as it ran down my hand onto his pubes.
