Anyway I grabbed the lotion bottle once again and applied some cream to my front. He offered to do my back. Hmmmmm. This time I said OK and lay face d...wn on my towel. In a short while he knelt beside me and poured cream onto my back. I jumped with the cold but he quickly started spreading the substance around. Instantly I recognised he had soft, wonderful hands and that he knew what he was doing. He spread and massaged the lotion into my neck, arms and back. As yes, my cock was stiffening. Dartmoor is such a beautiful part of England that it’s not surprising that many of my teenage-years friends returned there after college, and some of them never left. (If you don’t know this part of the world, it’s well worth a visit!). I had resisted, quite stubbornly, partly because I could think of very few with whom I shared any deep friendship, in fact, I could count them on one hand, and to my regret, I had not been in contact with any of them for at least ten years. The other reason for. Sometimes he just wanted to stick it to the boss any way he could - he had multiple daydreams starring himself where he told everyone above him to fuck off - but he knew with the other butt-kissers on guard patrol, everyone would throw him to the wolves any way they could if he stuck up for himself. It’s not like he had nothing going for him. He sometimes made the wrong decisions but he felt like people liked him. He didn’t feel like he did much in the looks department, but hey, he at least. ..but there is a different way.” As I said this, Joe’s eyes moved from my manhood to my face in a look of shock. “Do you really need to see my dick?!” he said.Trying to persuade him, I said, “Well, I don’t need to, but is it really that big a deal? It’s not like you’ve never seen one before and I can already see most of yours – what is there to lose?” Joe thought about this for a minute before telling me to “take mine off”. Without hesitating, I pulled the grey boxers away from my waist,.