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.
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