“Just say if I’m pushing too hard, Mr. Clark.”
“Oh, no, you’re doing just fine, young man.”
Michael felt a little embarrassed to ask Mr. Clark to remove his underwear, so when it was time to massage his glutes, Michael’s hand slid under the cotton material and massaged. Mr. Cark never said a word, but there were a few slight oohs emanating from him.
When Michael had finished working there, he asked Mr. Clark to turn over onto his back.
Again, the gentleman did as was requested. As he flipped over and lay back, there appeared a wet patch in the front of his briefs, but Michael never commented on it.
“Would you like me to place a towel over your stomach Mr. Clark?”
“No, my boy, this is just fine.”
Michael worked on the legs, then moved to the upper chest and stomach. Mr. Clark was eit
