An extended session. [Cypher's Tales]

“How’s this?... let me know if this hurts?” I say rubbing and kneading further up his thighs. “You’ve been on your legs all day. You’re so tight, you really need to relax,” I say smiling and rubbing more oil into his hairy legs.

“It’s a little tender here,” he says, running two fingers down his leg.

“This is your Sartorius muscle,” I say a little unconfidently before running my hand up his leg and back down to his inner thigh. Harvey shivers as I linger for too long.

“Have you been taking large steps or walking up and down stairs today?” I asked, trying to rouse him into agreeing even if he hadn’t been. I didn’t really know what that would mean anyway but he seemed to take the bait.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he says with a chuckle looking from me back to my hand as it moved further up his inner thigh.

“Here?” I asked.

He nodded and I moved my hand further up and more towards the front brazenly grazing his underpants with the back of my hand ever so slightly.

The quick breath and shudder that it elicits from him excites me. Harvey fails to control the extremely noticeable jerk from inside his underpants. He uncomfortably glances towards the door and then back at me and I smile at him.

“Err, sorry…” Harvey says, embarrassed and clearing his throat.

“It’s perfectly normal, just relax,” I reply softly to him.

Harvey breaths deeply and closes his eyes. I massage his thighs very near to his groin, occasionally splaying my fingers and gliding by the hem of his underpants. I can tell he is trying to focus on something else but he is failing miserably. After a minute the bulge underneath the white material barely holds him contained.

At this point, my nerves had left me and been replaced by confidence and anticipation from seeing that Harvey seemed far more nervous than I did. I wanted to proceed but Harvey, despite knowing what his body wants, seemed embarrassed and tense. I needed to ease his mind somehow.

My hands come away from him and his eyes open to watch me. “You just relax, okay,” I reassured him while retrieving a few fluffy towels.

I dampened and heated two of the towels and while they were heating, I propped his head up slightly with a folded towel behind his neck. I placed the heated towels on his thighs and moved up behind him to start working on his shoulders.

“Heat helps with blood flow and will soothe the soreness in your legs while loosening everything up,” I say massaging his shoulders and neck.

My hands splayed and kneaded his chest slowly as he sighed with more than just relief. After some time, I stop massaging his shoulders and walk back down beside him running my hand down his side until it catches and drag over his underpants and then down his thigh. His shiver turns me on, and if I am not careful my own arousal will be on display soon.

Removing the towels and reapplying oil, I gently massage the groove of his groin with the sides of my palms. I don’t look at his face but his uncomfortable squirm and his cock that springs up with excited jolts as I rub all the way up and back down tells me that he is enjoying what I am doing very much.

I am so much more anxious to finally do it than I am scared about it now and breathing out subtly, I look up at Harvey, his eyes are trained on my hands and flick to my eyes.

“I'm going to help you relax, okay?” I say with a playful smile.

He says nothing but nods, almost imperceptibly, looking more nervous than I have ever seen him.

My fingers curl under his waistband and pull them free letting his half-erect cock spring out like a jack in the box. I pull his underwear all the way down with his help and fold it, looking into his eyes as I do. I note the patch wet with precum and place them down on a table. Harvey’s eyes dart nervously towards the door multiple times. I walk casually over and lock it before returning to him.

“Relax,” I tell him, hovering a bottle of oil over his manhood and letting some drip onto his cock that jolts with contact.

Harvey swallows and then moans as my right hand makes contact with his shaft and wraps around it. I slide it through my hand slowly and as gently as I can. His cock jolts again. It isn’t rock hard like mine would get, and it doesn't even become fully erect either. Instead it is flexible and bendable, but his cock is impressive for a 70-year-old, to say the least. An inch and a half—at most—longer than my own and thick enough that I can only just wrap my hand fully around it.

Harvey groans with pleasure as my lubricated hand applies pressure and slides his firm shaft through my grip. Stretching and popping through my fingers as his head applies resistance in my grip and then slips through. He jolts and groans with pleasure and his hand grips onto my arm.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask him, confidently knowing the answer and still sliding his dick through my slippery grip.

“N-No,” he says quietly, gripping my arm.

I smile and watch the expressions he makes with his eyes closed.

My left hand comes up to cover his balls and knead them gently as my pointer and thumb wrap around his base. I put pressure on him with my left hand and slide my right up his length with increasing effort.

I can comfortably say I have never received a hand job quite like this but from the porn I watched and Harvey’s tightening grip and increasing heavy breathing, I’d say that he has never had one quite like this before either.

“I hope you had a good birthday…” I say to him playfully, reaching a speed in my pumping of his cock that is making him squirm on the table.

He just groans in response and I can tell he is getting close. My own cock is rock hard in my pants at this point and I’m finding this whole experience incredibly frustrating. The thoughts I am having are far too insane for my first gay experience and I push them down and continue jerking Harvey off.

His eyes open and his grip clenches tighter. “Dean,” he says urgently but not doing anything else to stop me as I pick up the pace with an innocent smile that he watches with an intensity in his eyes. His knob is popping in and out from the gentle squeeze I apply to his shaft.

Within seconds, Harvey howls a loud groan and shudders as a rope of silky white cum shoots in an arcing string, painting the table between his legs. And then another that paints a line over the floor. Harvey moans and jolts as his thick enlarged balls eject what I assume is a very long time of untended sexual tension over and over. I am astonished and my mouth goes wide as Harvey continues shooting ropes all over.

Within moments Harvey is laying spent on the table, gulping down breaths and placing his hand over his chest and eyes. I slide my arm from his loosening grip and run my hands gently over his chest as I walk behind him and gently massage his shoulders again before stepping away to get a warm damp towel.

I return a moment later and gently wipe his sagging cock clean. It jolts in my hands, and he makes small breathy noises and I take care while cleaning his tender shaft. I wipe the line of silky white cum from the table and wash my hands.

“I did not expect that…” Harvey says quietly, watching me.

“Well as long as you enjoyed it… the best things always come as a surprise, and it’s someone's birthday today,” I give him a cheeky grin.

He chuckles, still watching me as I clean up around him. “I think I’m going to need to give you a raise,” he says out of breath but slowly recovering.

“That isn’t necessary… I am very appreciative. I’m sure you can tell,” I say with a flirty smile.

I find myself immensely enjoying the way he looks at me… it’s more than admiration. Not quite love or lust but something similar.

He laughs but he is still very quiet. “Ahh, somehow you find more and more ways to relax me every time I see you."

Dangerously, my own arousal is making me want more from this encounter and I am afraid that I will say or offer something and regret it later. Desire is a dangerous ****.

I fight with myself as I have finished everything and return my attention back to Harvey. I look at the clock and then back to him. There are still 15 minutes left for this appointment…