I hadn't spoken to him in a while, until he suddenly texted me asking if I wanted to come over and play on the couch.

A quick change and rinse, and then through all weathers to Johan's.

He greeted me warmly and reluctantly asked if I wanted to check his laptop first, which wasn't working.

I quickly noticed and fixed the problem.

I quickly checked everything and then headed left towards the bedroom.

I let myself be delightfully undressed.

First my jeans, then my socks, and then my loose hoodie.

Underneath, I'm wearing a classic jockstrap and, of course, my lovely high stockings.

I watch him enjoy himself and stroke his hard cock in his underwear.

His hands explore my body delightfully over and under the soft fabric of my jockstrap.

Johan hooks a finger behind the edge of my stocking, and off goes the first sock, quickly followed by the other two.

Now just my little white jockstrap. It doesn't take long before that too ends up on the floor with the rest of my clothes. Firmly but tenderly he kneads my little cock stiff.

He teases me, with short, hard strokes followed by a gentle massage.

His hands are slippery with delicious massage oil, making my cock glisten in the dim sunlight. Meanwhile, I'm delightfully stroking his hard cock, feeling the precum dripping down my palm. Now I get a few dollops of lube smeared over my cock—hmm, that means only one thing.

He lies down next to me and strokes and strokes me wonderfully hard. We take turns playing with my cock. I take his hand, and he grabs me; I set the pace. His hand moves hard and fast over my cock. Then I get a round. Johan pampers my balls and then slides between my legs, caressing my hole. That's it for me, and moaning and shaking, I cum all over my own belly.

My head is spinning from this blissful treatment; I lie on the bed, still enjoying it.

I get a cloth to wipe myself clean and I can even take a shower if I want.