Sore muscles are not my specialty, but when this hunky, well-built man Alex came Barbara Bieber to the clinic with an ache, I was excited to get my hands on his pecs. Alex took his shirt off and stood tall so I could feel up his barrel-chest and admire his athletic figure. But once I put my hands on his body, they started wandering south of their own accord. Before I knew it, my hands were drifting to the bulge in his jeans, I could see how the touch of a stranger’s hands on his body had got Alex’s cock so hard. At first, he didn’t.