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My name is Connor. I’m twenty years old and I’m a masseur. I won’t always be a masseur. I don’t really know what I wanna do instead, but while I’m at college, there are certainly worse ways to make a few extra dollars.
I like giving pleasure to guys. In fact, it gives me quite a rush! It’s a power thing, I think. I was always a weedy, dweeby kid. My dad used to say I looked like a ginger pole! Bigger guys never really looked at me or gave me the time of day! But when I started the massages, I realized I could get these burly, older, masculine dudes moaning and whimpering! And since I always had a thing for guys like that, it always got me kinda hard! Not only that, it’s amazing how often they get hard themselves!
I’m talking about straight, married men! I always know the ones who are gonna get frisky. They blush when I open the door and can’t quite look me in the eye. Then, when they’re relaxed, and lying safely on their front, they get a bit handsy!
They’re all subtle at first, you know, testing the waters. But if they’re hot, I’ll certainly play along. I make sure I push my leg against their hand or thigh as I’m working on their back. I don’t bother with underwear, so, when I get hard, my soccer shorts start tenting big time. And if they’re lucky, I might let the bulge brush against them… Then I take it from there. Sometimes I take it all the way.
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