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It was impossible for Josh not to notice the effects of the massage were having on Akira. The simple moans and the way his body shivered made Josh want to only touch him more. Trying his best to take a hold of himself and be a good little boy, he kept his hands along his back and shoulders, going to his neck every once in a while before he slowed down.
“Want me to massage the front of you? There aren’t as many places but along your stomach and waist might feel nice.” Josh whispered. He could massage Akira’s back all day, but being able to see him directly would possibly help reach any untouched areas.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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