But my cock still grows because I am a foolish man. I wriggle again under the sheets.
“It’s fine,” Mateo says, his tenor voice stretching over the music. “Everything is fine. Just relax.”
And so, I try to. I try to listen to Mateo.
“Turn around,” Mateo says.
“I—”
“It’s fine,” Mateo repeats.
And maybe it is.
I turn around, and my towel still covers me. My boxer briefs are still on, and perhaps he can’t see anything.
Perhaps it will be fine.
But Mateo gasps softly, and I shoot him an apologetic look.
“Sorry,” he apologizes. “It’s just?—”
I stiffen.
“You’re sort of big.”
“I am tall.”
He nods, but he bites his lower lip and glances again in the direction of my towel-covered bulge before he quickly moves to my chest. He inhales again, like touching me has its own pain.
“We don’t have to—” I say.
“Close your eyes, Florian. Relax. No thinking.”
I shoot him a look that reminds him that my parents both have graduate degrees from Harvard University, my father is a professor at Ludwig-Maximilian University, and my sister is pursuing a master’s degree in microbiology at Heidelberg University and will almost certainly enroll in a PhD program later.
Thinking is something that comes naturally to me.
Not thinking is difficult.
But I try to relax anyway.
I shut my eyes and take in the sound of the music. I allow myself to enjoy the touch and feel of Mateo’s hands as they stroke my body and ease away my pain and leave me feeling like I’m not only in the presence of one of those curly-haired angelic men in centuries-old paintings in museums, but that I am also floating on a cloud with him.
My cock hardens more.
I’m leaking.
Mateo’s hands shift to my legs, working up from my ankles.
And then Mateo stops.
It is over.
He has massaged me.
My family will be happy. And now I know he gives excellent massages. It was never something I doubted about him, but it is now official in my mind.
Some people I assume are excellent drivers, but when I get into their cars they honk and huff and swerve too fast around places they shouldn’t and proceed too slowly in places that do not require it.
