- Not only. He taught me how to make special oil from starch, nuts, zest and the grapefruit itself. It flows very slowly through the body, easily sticks and absorbs. This is a very good option for skin rejuvenation and recovery.

- Wow. - I was surprised.

- He taught how to soar the body, properly relax in the bath, handle a broom, wrap, manual and other things. He said that it will always be a good option for a side job, if nothing happens to be normal in the future, well, or fuck someone. - Oleg snickered.

- Ha ha ha ha! - both my wife and I laughed. - That's for sure. Zapikapit reason. - I added.

- Well, let's say, this is only in theory. By and large, if a girl wants sex, then a massage is a reason for two. - Oleg philosophized.

- In what sense? - I asked.

“That ...” my friend waved his hand. - What I will explain, it is given to someone to know these truths, my friend, not to someone. - Oleg answered evasively and Katya looked at me, shrugging her shoulders, not understanding what he was talking about.

- Well, in a sense? What truths, speak. - I insisted.

Oleg took a bottle of beer and revealingly emptied it, then laid it down gently under the table and tilted its body back towards Katya, putting an arm around her shoulder.

- All chicks want to fuck, bro. Just all! And with almost any man, if he knows how, and does not cause complete disgust. - said Oleg.

- Yes, my friend, I remember your tricks. - I said, not paying attention to his gesture to my wife, since I trusted him one hundred percent.

I knew my wife well and understood that she would write off these drunken conversations for a friendly pastime. Sometimes Olezh was molested by his wife, but it always looked ridiculous and stupid, because Olezha also blamed everything and ordinary man’s attention on jokes, and Katyusha treated him quite like a friend. So now, Kate shoved her cam in the shoulder.

“Hah, what a confident family friend we have.” - she said.

- I am not self-confident, I am generally an ordinary guy, there is nothing special about me. - somehow prostetsky parried my friend.

- And what is so immediately give up the position? - Kate asked him.

- And to whom should I prove something here? Look at me - Oleg jumped up and stood in the center of the hall. - At the top I have a small bald spot, with time it will become more. I have rough fingers overgrown with hair. Chest, belly, legs, even ass, all in the hair. - He clarified and took off the towel turning his back to us, showing his overgrowth.

- Nuuu, stop, fu! - said Katya.

- Why fu? - Oleg asked.

- Nothing, just why show your ass to me? - she said.

- Yes, I'm sorry, I overdo something. - Oleg said politely and turned to face us, not turning in a towel.

I was not very surprised; we had already drunk with him in the bathhouse before, but this time, Oleg started very early and I saw him for the first time by the light. I can not specifically say what size he had, but the member was weighty, thicker than mine, I would say, almost doubly! At length it seemed like about mine. The peel is not fully stretched along the trunk and it is clear that the organ was not fully excited, but on the right course. He was all in veins and without thickets, only light stubble in the groin area. I have never been interested in the male gender, but it was always interesting how others have it. In general, everything is like everyone else's plus or minus, but Olezh stood out. He stood, as if nothing had happened, leaning on one leg, sipping his skin on his penis with his hand, chatting to them, showing us his scrotum to the bargain, which was no less impressive.

- For that, everything is in order here. - Said Olezha, and his wife first hatched, then began to laugh, like a silly girl.

Oleg raised his hands like Arnold.

- And here everything is in order, at least a little and swum fat in the sides. - continued my drunken childhood friend.

Then Olezha palm showed on his face.

- And here, though slightly dented, but still a masculine and pretty face. - he said.

Let's start from now on. I, perhaps, have not seen my friend like that 6-7 years old, flaunting himself in front of someone. At the same time, I realized that in his behavior I stopped observing the prudence of actions and calm behavior. He was excited and cheerful more than usual. I did not know that he was so affected, I think that most likely this is loneliness at such a mature, but young age, and parting with his woman. It was as if he didn’t pay attention to me, but he looked at my Katya as if he was showing it all to his Julia, imagining that she was sitting there.

- Yes, you sit down already. - I calmly burnt over my friend.

Oleg sat back, and we continued to relax and listen to music.

After about an hour, we all got drunk well after the steam and beer. The bath didn’t help much to sober up and the conversation was already on vulgar topics and relationships. Everything always comes down to this after drinking. I took part more as a listener of the parties and from time to time supported that side of my wife, then that of a friend. For some reason, the psychological we support more distant from people who do not live with us daily life. And here I often supported Oleg's position, Katyusha also, did not miss the moment to support him if, for example, we entered into a small confrontation.

- Well, what, guys? Started summarizing my friend. - For now, probably enough with us. Do you have the massage you talked about? Excellent tomorrow you feel. - gently suggested Olezha.

- Yes, you, bro, probably tired, you can try another day. What are we drunk right now, crush, do not remember anything. - I wanted to save the strength of a friend.

- Well, yes, Olezh, you're probably tired. - Kate said with regret.

- Yes, why are you, I would have sat all night long and full of strength; on the contrary, this massage will benefit everyone, and you, Vlad, and Katka will do it. - said Oleg.

- Well, if so ... - the wife began to fuss, ridiculously moving her hips on the seat, preparing to get up - I never mind a good massage.

Katya looked at me with folded hands between her knees and waited for my reaction. I naturally gave the go-ahead. Oleg spread out small sheets on the benches and laid them face to the floor. He first massaged me a little, rubbing this thickish gel, made several clever tricks, wrapping his hands or folding his legs at the knees with a cross, pressing on sore points. He was massaging with phalanges, rolling over the skin, and somehow, deftly and quickly, tapped his fingers along the vertebra. I have never seen such a thing, when hands, like a sewing machine, were tapping fingers with such speed along the back.

I sighed with pleasure and asked Kate to do the same, because I had never met such a technique before and did not do it myself, although I used to indulge in a massage, but in rare cases. Oleg, having heard my praise and request, immediately switched to his wife.

- Yes, now then, rest for now. - he said.

He sometimes massaged Katya with one hand, rubbing his cream on her while massaging me, but now he has completely switched to her back. He poured this muck on her a little more and gradually twisted it through her body until she gathered herself in a ball. He transferred the lump to another basin and again poured out a new batch of slurry.

Katya lay naked on her stomach, but the outlines of her beautiful figure were clearly visible from all sides. And my friend due to the fact that he was squatting and constantly shifting in place and leaning over, his towel fell from one side and it hung on his right fleshy leg.

I watched an overweight friend whose body seemed to be cast from steel. How he pinched my fragile wife with his steel fingers ... it became hot in the room, although the waiting room and I decided to open a beer for myself and sit at a table, in a horizontal position I was a little dizzy. I got up and went out behind the partition, opening a can of beer, I drank a little foam to wet the dried ... Read more →