Helping Ronnie - Sex Stories

Helping Ronnie

To thank me for the work I did on his property, Ronnie asked me to come over for a nice Italian dinner. When I arrived it was clear he had worked hard to make me pasta and roast chicken. We drank wine and chatted, he told me all about his life and his family.

When we were done eating he sat me in a reclining chair, poured me wine, and said as part of a thank you he was going to rub my feet. He said he used to earn extra money when he was younger offering massages.

I felt uncomfortable with another man touching my feet but he refused to take no for an answer, started yapping in Italian and I figured maybe this kind of thing is more of a normal practice in Europe.

He squatted on a stool at m feet, pulled out a bottle of olive oil and started to massage my feet and toes. To be honest, it felt amazing. He rubbed, squeezed, and stroked my feet as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

I was surprised and anxious to feel a growing arousal, my cock was starting to twitch a bit, and soon I had a growing erection. Ronnie seemed to not notice as he continued to rub my feet. I was wearing soft boxers and athletic shorts so my cock was standing up as an obvious tent.

I tried to pull my shirt down to hide it but it only drew Ronnie's attention to my cock. He smacked my hand away, lifted my shirt, muttering, "No, no, it is fine, you are a healthy man, massage makes the blood pump. His warm, oily hands took my wrists and pressed them to the arm rests of the chair. ...

... "Relax, relax."

As I settled back into the chair, Ronnie continued to massage my feet, then after adding more oil to his hands, he rubbed my heels, then ankles, then up my shins and calves. He worked up and down from knee to toes. It felt incredible and certainly didn't help my raging hard on subside.

He then started to rub from my knees up to my thighs. It made my dick jump as he drew closer to my cock and balls. Ronnie continued, now gently rubbing my thighs, moving closer to my crotch with every stroke. He then cupped his hand over my balls and moves them aside to rub my inner thigh. The base of my cock pulsed on the edge of his hand as he held my balls over my shorts. Then as he rubbed my leg he started to also squeeze and caress my balls with his other hand. It all felt so good I just stayed silent, with my eyes closed. When he switched sides to rub the other thigh his land left my balls and his other hand now slide his thumb under my ball sack and his four fingers wrapped around the top of my shaft. He held my cock and balls while he massaged my inner and outer thigh. As he rubbed hard it caused his hand to lightly jerk my cock and balls. I was in heaven, lost in how relaxed and horny I had become.

Ronnie spoke, at barely a whisper, "Let me help you now." His hands reached for my waistband and I instinctively raised my hips off the chair. As my shorts were pulled down my rock hard dick sprung free toward Ronnie's face. I looked down to see him staring at it, licking ...