"Yes, very good," Jerry replied quietly with eyes closed. I stand next to the bed and put a towel over his narrow hips. His limp cock dangled two large walnut, little hairy balls. "Take your clothes off and lie completely on the couch, on your back," I said. Casually slid my hand higher and my hand brushed against his back along his bulge. Jerry flashed briefly, but as the tension broke, he moaned softly. "It does hurt a bit now," I said and worked the muscles of his leg. I kneaded his firm thighs with both hands and felt the slight cramping that caused him the pain immediately. The boy was wearing underneath a tight shorts and the bulge in his pants. "Now to your leg." I knelt in front of Jerry and pulled his pants down until she was lying on his shoes. Then I let my hands slide down his back and massaged further here, shoved it in his jogging pants a little way down and ran my hand across the oily approach his round ass cheeks. "I took him back from behind in the grip as before. "Diligently continue to train young, then that is what. As I said, I'm muscular, I shorten my chest hair to a few millimeters. I saw Jerry's admiring glance briefly slid over my body. I pulled my shirt over his head and threw it on a chair. "Oh," I said, "I saue up my t-shirt with the oil, it makes you mind if I move out?" I let go of the boy, who stood motionless, and rubbed my hands again, then I let some of the oil run through Jerry's back and chest. My hands slid along on his arms, then I grabbed his left arm around him, with the right palm I pushed gently against certain points of his back. I felt under my fingers as his neck muscles relaxed. I measure a bottle Massegeöl and stood back behind Jerry. His chest was almost hairless, but it did not look as if he would shave it. Athletic body I see here every day, but Jerry was still impressive, he had not an ounce of fat on the body and was well proportioned. Obediently pulled his shirt over his head Jerry. You will now first get a massage that will help you and you relax the muscles in your leg. My hands slid further, on the hem of his sweat pants and his right leg along. "First let's see what about you." I stood behind the boy and gently squeezed my fingers into the muscle strands of his neck, I fumbled through the fabric of his shirt from his back through. Many of the young men can work out in the first few weeks in order to prove the coach and teammates, it finally comes to muscle strains. "Your coaches have told you that you definitely cramp and any violation must be careful so you do not overwhelmed." Jerry looked guiltily at the floor.
"I did a week ago still cause pain in the right leg," he confessed finally. He was in sweat pants and t-shirt in front of me and hemmed and hawed a bit.
He had black, medium-length hair and dark eyes, and his skin had a dark complexion, compared to the German guys in camp. He was a southern small, only 1.72m tall, you could clearly see his muscular chest and his nipples under the shirt. Jerry's father is Greek, his mother German. Jerry first came to me about two weeks after he had arrived at the camp.