One of my favorite indulgences is to have a nice massage.  I absolutely melt under the hands of a good masseur who knows how to rub me just the right way.  On my last visit to the spa, I had a masseur who was blind.  My friends thought I wanted him because he wouldn’t be able to see all of my physical flaws that have developed from my love affair with good food and good beer.  That wasn’t the case at all.  I loved the fact that my masseur didn’t have a sense of boundaries when it came to doing his job.  He didn’t hesitate to bring his body close to mine, in an effort of concentration, as he was working over all of my muscle groups.  It’s hard for any man NOT to get at east a tad bit aroused under the hands of a skilled practitioner of the “art of touch.”

Brett Young is no exception to the rule.  He keeps fit by running, and he just recently participated in his first marathon.  Mike put Brett face down on the table at first.  His muscles, weary from exertion, welcomed the skillful caress of Mike’s oh… so willing… hands. (heehee)  Mike has been talking about Brett’s perfectly round ass from day one, and this was a perfect opportunity to finally get those firm ass cheeks in his palms. Actually, more than his palms were involved once Mike start playing around Brett’s virgin asshole.  When Mike turned Brett over, it wasn’t long before Brett’s cock started to show his arousal.  This was a straight marine who was in need of some relief, and Mike stroked that dick until Brett busted a nut right there on the table.