He rubs his oiled palms all over your naked back then moves his hands to your shoulders and begins massaging. His massive warm powerful hands are surprisingly gentle. His thumbs are softly kneading your neck and traps. "This feels amazing" you mumble as you sink into relaxation. Mark works his way down your back, applying pressure with the heels of his palms around your spine. You unintentionally let out moans and groans as he continues to work on you. "You're just a bundle of nerves, aren't you?" He says jokingly. You giggle as you stretch out your back like a cat being pet. He reaches your lower back "Ah, here's where you hold your stress" Mark exclaims "I noticed it when we were squatting... along with other things I noticed". [What...WHAT ELSE DID HE NOTICE?] You panic. He laughs "see?... you tensed up there again". He spends some time loosening you up there before moving to the opposite side of the table to massage your legs.

Mark pulls out the, now warmed, oil bottle from his pocket and oils his hands and begins to massage your feet. He runs his thumbs down the middle of your soles starting from the heels. You let out an uncontrolled laugh. "Ticklish, are we?" He asks. "No" you reply while fighting off a giggle fit. Mark works his way up your calves and to your thighs. He pulls up the towel you have around you to expose more of your legs. He wraps both his hands around your right thigh works your muscles with his fingers as he slowly inches upward. After reaching the base of your buttocks, he switches to your left thigh. He then grabs your upper thighs in each hand starts to massage your inner thighs with his thumbs while slowly moving your legs apart. He re-oils his hands and begins slowly and firmly stroking your thighs with some pressure from his fingers. Each time he reaches the top of your thighs, he moves the towel slightly until his hands are kneading the bottom third of your ass. Your breathing starts to get heavy. You can feel his hands getting warmer. "Mark?" You call out. "Yeah?" He replies. "Could I get a glass of water, please?". Mark pauses for a noticeable second. "Of course. I should've gotten you one earlier".

As mark gets you your water, you try every mental trick you know to calm yourself because, under the towel, pressed against the table, you are absolutely hard as a rock.

Mark comes back a minute later with a tall glass of water with lime. "Hey, my favorite" you announce as you sit up. "Yeah, I've seen you a few times holding a bottle of water with lime slices in it at the gym and thought you might like it". "That's" you pause looking at the glass in your hand "that's so considerate". You take a few sips then hand the glass back to him. "Ready for round two?" He asks. "Ready when you are" you reply. You flip over on your back and lie on the table. "Lets get you less restricted first" Mark says as he lifts up your waist and undwraps the towel leaving it draped over you with both ends hanging down the sides of the table.

"Lets start from down here this time" he says as he rubs your feet and works upward to your thighs. He pushes up you towel to where it is just covering your balls. He re-applies the oil and massages your thighs from the front this time. With each broad stroke of your thighs, he slightly pushes your legs apart and slowly inches towards your groin. You're relieved that he bunched up the towel over your dick because you're getting hard again. [At least this way, its not too noticeable] you think to yourself.

Mark places his palms on your inner thighs where the webbing between his index finger and thumb are firmly pressed against the crease between your thighs and groing. He uses his thumbs to massage your glutes from this position. He's spreading your cheeks and moving his oiled thumbs into your ass. You're tensing up again, partly because of the awkward posion of him almost touching your asshole and partly due to the obvious erection under your towel. [I was wrong] you think [you can totally see my boner]. Mark then pulls up your towel exposing your perineum. "Uh, Mark?!" You interject. "Its ok" he says "trust me, you'll feel good" he stops for a moment... "should I continue?" He asks. You lift yourself up with your elbows and shake your head in agreement. He smiles at you and you lie back down. Mark places his thumb on your perineum and gently applies pressure. Your hips faintly move on their own and your dick is completely stiff and tenting up the towel. With his thumb gringing away, he reaches his middle finger into your ass. Your breathing gets heavier. [Mark!] You think as you close your eyes. He softly swirls his oiled middle finger around your asshole as he watches your cock hop with excitement from beneath the towel. You feel your asshole twitch as if it's aching to receive him. You role your hips with ever swirl of his finger and you begin to feel your precum drip down your shaft and onto your balls.

"Ok, chest time" he abruptly declares. He walks over to the other side of the table where your head is and drips more oil on your chest. Mark, now standing behind you; his large heavy hands glide across your oiled chest. Everytime he runs his palms across your nipples, you feel a subtle burst of euphoria. He traces the perimeter of your nipples with his ring fingers making them hard and instinctively making you arch your back. In your lustful daze, you look up and make eye contact with Mark who's smiling at you. "Told you it'll feel good" he says while moving his hands down to your waist.

With Mark reaching all the way over you and massaging your hips, his shirt drapes over you. [I'm under his shirt... god, look at those abs and those pecs... fuck, he smells so good, I could eat him]. You feel something rubbing against your ear so you turn your head. [Oh my god... Mark's cock. There's nothing between me and him except his shorts... and he's getting HARD!... did I make him hard?]. Mark obviously notices his cock rubbing against your cheek and, with your eyes closed, you tenderly nuzzle his hardening cock against your nose and lips. [He's not wearing underwear] you think as you feel the heat radiating off of him. You take a deep breath and you finally relinquish all control and finally relax [I feel drunk on his scent. He can do whatever he wants to me] you think as your dick is at full attention. Mark is now directly massaging your groin. His palm is on your belly and his fingers slide under your towel. Your dick and balls, both drenched in precum, are between his middle and ring fingers. He's moving them around in a circular motion rubbing your tip against the towel. You can't help but sink deeper into submission. Every time his fingers move up your shaft, your hips twitch with delight, and every twitch makes the towel slide off the side a little more until it finally drops off.

Part 5