My physio Alberto Chapter IV (Part I)

Finally, I decided to write a last chapter, as the length is excessive, I have split it into two, in a couple of days I will post the second part.

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During the whole week, Alberto would get into my shower after the crossfit class and have me soap him up. He wouldn't order me to do it, but rather pour gel into my hands, and I knew what I had to do. He would congratulate me on my workouts and ask how things were with Ana. I would answer quickly, the truth is that after the initial discomfort, and knowing that I had the extra energy that Alberto "contributed" to me, I was excited about the pregnancy again. Ana and I were in our best moment in years, there wasn't much to tell, and I preferred to focus on soaping up Alberto's sculptural body. I couldn't help but get an erection noticing his enormous biceps and pectorals swollen from training. He would soap up his head while I took care of the rest. He would turn around so I could rub his back well. In that posture, while soaping his hair, his dorsals and the different muscles that chiseled that wall of flesh were marked. Then I would rub his bulging buttocks. I would focus on them and kneel down to massage them well. He would spread his legs so I could clean between them well. I was proud that a brute like him would let me caress such an intimate part for a man, like his asshole. It was hairy and I had to soap it with attention so that no sweat residue remained. Among the hairs, I could feel the softness of a closed asshole, and my penis would jump thinking about whether it was virgin or if some lucky person had opened it. Sometimes I would focus too much on that area, and he would turn around to remind me that my job was to soap him up. When he turned around, his masculinity would present itself before my face in all its fullness. That enormous, hardened, uncircumcised, and shiny penis. I would ask for more gel, and he would pour it into my hand and smile, knowing that it was just an excuse to rub his huge balls and that cock more than necessary. Despite his hairy pubis, his huge balls hung in a almost hairless and very soft bag. I loved to fondle them and weigh them. His cock had to be cleaned with both hands, and I always had to remind myself to move on to his legs or I would be late for work. His thighs were impossible to grasp with my hands, and he would tense them up so I could feel his power while rubbing them. Any anatomy student would envy having a model like Alberto to recognize each muscle. The last thing was his feet. Those feet that had centered my attention since I saw them barefoot while he gave me massages. They were enormous but very well taken care of, just like his hands. He would put them on my knee and soap them up, not forgetting to clean between his toes well.

After leaving him clean, I would quickly soap myself up while he dried himself slowly without taking his eyes off me. I wouldn't know how to re...