The money was nice, and the men I got to work on were even nicer, so I enjoyed my time with the men and made sure they also enjoyed it. I had both a Bachelors' Degree in sports medicine and a certificate from a highly respected massage school, so Coach was delighted to have me as an assistant coach while I worked on my Masters.
Coach saw this and told the young buck that he needed to get some table time with me to not only help out his muscles but maybe also relax him enough to get over his self destructive workouts. Consequently, he was whipcord muscles over a lean body that trembled with exhaustion after every workout. This kid was too eager to please the coach, and he pushed himself way past workout zones. I angled the lamp over the table so that it shown right at the point where the legs met the torso, spotlighting the balls nestled in their hairy sack, their companion trapped between the hard muscled belly and the soft leather table.Įarlier I had the stud face up and had massaged his energy-sapped body to help him over the muscle tremors of overwork. His forearms, thighs, calves and ankles were furry with dark brown hair, while his upper arms, back and buttocks were smooth as the day he came out of his mama.
The naked athlete laid face down on the massage table, his arms resting under his head and his legs slightly spread so that his feet hung over the sides.
