Steel inquired. “Anything – whats up?” I responded.“Will you rub my leg, I feel like it would feel so much better with a massage”.With out a word, I walked over and removed the ice pack. I began rubbing his leg, really trying to be careful and delicate..“Can you be more aggressive?” Steel demandedI continue to rub, going deeper and further. “Damn Josh – you keep hitting my cup! That’s ruining the whole massage, just take it out”I couldn’t breath. Why would he ask me to take his cup out? Why wouldn’t he do it himself? I took a deep breath, and reach over to the waist band of his compression shorts. I lifted them, reaching in to find the pouch that housed the cup. As I did, I could a glimpse of the head of his dick – which to my surprise was hard. I tried my best, but accidently brushed the tip as I removed the cup.“Is that better?” I asked. “Its getting better” Steel responded. I continued rubbing his leg, and he moaned in what I couldn’t tell was pain or pleasure. “Josh?” Steel said almost sheepishly. “Yes” I responded.“I think I I would be even more comfortable I didn’t have these tight compression shorts on. Would you take them off as well?”It
