Randy cupped his hands against Clark’s hardening dick, caressing it up and down through the fabric. Clark let out a long moan of pleasure. Emboldened, Randy pulled at the elastic of the grey sants, and smirked when he saw a wet patch growing on the red and blue spandex underh. With his right hand, Randy fished out the impressively long and thick cock, and gave it a tentative lick.

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Randy, still iweehick, muscular thighs, sheepishly replied, “I just wao thank you for being so o me Clark.”, and then in one swift motion, he swallowed the rock-hard member in front of him until his lips kissed Clark’s pelvis.

“Ughhh! Fuck”, Clark exclaimed. Clark was not gay, but Randy has had a hard day, and his mother always taught him to wele a gift with open arms, and Randy’s mouth and throat jus

A jolt ran from Clark’s cock-head to his skull. Raising his head a little, Clark saw Randy meet his gaze, mouth curling into a smile around the leaking cock-head. “What are you doing?”, Clark asked as his right hand half-heartedly started to push Randy’s oh-so-velvety mouth off his dick.

Then Clark felt Randy’s hot breath o his ear, “Turn around Clark”. Clark was so zoned out, had it not been for Randy’s quick reflexes, Clark would surely have smacked his fa the cold floor tiles and broke his glasses. Randy’s warm hands returo feel and squeeze Clark’s arms, the, then core, then pelvis. The sensation of Randy’s hand brushing against Clark’s crotch elicited another soft moan from the half-san.

thighs and calves. Clark had not felt so relaxed in quite a while. Randy’s hands travelled back up, stopping at his glutes. Randy could not help himself as he gave the cute butt a little squeeze. “Ah" Clark whispered into the bench, thinking “Randy is a very good masseur.”