Happy endings

Kyle exercised, well he tried his best to, at least on the days he scheduled himself to get up early enough to go to the gym. By no means was he fit enough to be photographed for a Abercrombie & Fitch advertisement, but, he was considered by women to be handsome and in great shape. They certainly didn’t balk as his body, one he painstakingly ensured, from neck to toe, was free of hair.

Kyle stepped out of the shower and toweled himself to a semi-dry state before stroking his cock to a full erection. It wasn’t a monster, but it was a good looking one, the kind women found pleasure in having it placed in any orifice of their body.

He flexed his stomach muscles and pushed himself as far up on his toes as he could. The veins swelled with coursing blood, his cock twitch in cadence to the beat of his heart. For a moment he thought about jerking off until he exploded, watching the aftermath slide down the face of the mirror but he thought better to hold off until later.

Some friends, not best or even close ones, planted the seed. It took a while to cultivate to a full blown plan but he finally got around to putting a one together, an experiment in oriental massage as he refereed to it now.

Jenny was visiting her parent in Boston. He had told her he planned to get a spa treatment. A little something to work out the kinks left in deep muscle tissue by an over zealous approach in lifting heavy. His girlfriend bought the decision hook line and sinker even telling him that it was a great idea.

Kyle put his jeans on without putting underwear on and put his loafers over sock-less feet. He applied a decent amount of cologne on before slipping in to a plain white button down shirt, grabbed his keys and headed out.