Gay Male Massage Dc Novels & Stories

"All done, Stefan. Lie down on the bed." She set the basin aside and came over to start massaging my back. Just like last time, her hands began at my neck, rubbing gently before sliding down to my back. She pressed firmly, then kneaded my muscles. I instantly sank into a deep sense of comfort. Massages really felt amazing. Sometimes, it was even better than sex. No wonder so many men came for it. Hannah tapped my back lightly. "Turn over. I'll work on the front." I rolled onto my back. At some point, my body had already started reacting again.

Eight? His firm pecs, coupled with his muscular legs, the Mister’s physique could quite easily have been drawn up from that of a Greek God. He has such a solid, sturdy physique. And his…I was still frightened about how he was that big. I really took him inside me…I can’t believe I didn’t die from taking that. And when his cock stroke that spot inside of me…What was that spot called again? It felt so… A tremor ran through me and I realized I was fucking hard right now. Yep. I’m gay.

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?

That's not Ken's hotdog, that's just a normal hotdog, it's different okay. I noticed that it was about to end as in really close so I fixed myself and started applying lotion. I noticed that his eyes widened when he saw me, I secretly smirked. I grinned even more noticing that he looked at my foot, towards my thigh, he slowly came closer to me. Will my attraction be effective? I was surprised when he rubbed my foot and... "What lotion are you using Trix?" His language will be better. I was slapped on the forehead. Huhuh, I forgot for a moment that he's gay, what the hell! It's annoying, I really thought so.

“All that guilt from your father’s texts. Let Daddy take care of you today. No thinking about him. Only feeling.” He reached for a bottle of expensive oil and began massaging my shoulders with strong, skilled hands. The combination of hot water and his touch melted the knots in my muscles. I moaned softly as his thumbs worked down my spine. After the bath, we moved to the massage tables. Two therapists had been waiting discreetly outside, but Damien sent them away with a single look. “I’ll handle the massage myself,” he told them.

I didn’t flinch or act off in any manner. “Let’s begin your session,” he said after having a full, satisfied look at me. I looked good. I was certain he noticed. This was going to be hard. I cleared my throat, annoyed that the fucking groomer didn’t only look good, but had a terrific job, a fit body, a respectable name and title, had his entire life together, and to top it all off, had Theo obsessed with him. “Before we start, I’d like to put it out in the air to avoid you being uncomfortable. I’m gay, which means I fuck men and let men fuck me. Are we going to have a problem with that?” I asked.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

Kai’s POV “A lot of clients come here because of ED, I realized today. So this has been an ancient custom. Massage with herbs.” I hum. His palms rub with friction, descending on my cock. I cradle my hands over my head, relaxing while he does what he knows best to me. “This done everyday with the person you get wet to touching you cures your condition faster than any drug or therapy would. Likewise having regular sex with the person you like.” My eyes go pale.

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

I grab the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his thighs. Underneath, daddy's hand is slowly massaging his cock. Even though I'm only a girl, I know for a fact he isn't doing it right. He's just kind of mashing it absentmindedly. There's no way that's doing any good for him. But I got to get him to stop. If not for his sake, then at least for my conscience of getting him going down this road.