Gay Male Massage Dc Novels & Stories

The thick, raw scent of his excitement filled my nose, making my chest heave with every breath. Behind me, the Black man was doing magic with his hands. He rubbed the thick oil into my lower back, his palms moving in deep, heavy circles before sliding down to massage my ass. He gripped the fleshy cheeks, squeezing and kneading them like dough. The pressure was intense, melting away all the stiffness from the plane crash. But it wasn't just a massage. Every single time he leaned forward to get more leverage, his massive, stone-hard cock brushed right against my inner thigh. The heat of his shaft was unbelievable, burning my sensitive skin. He moved his hands deeper. His thumbs traced the roun

It’s a gay fucking club. His eyes adjust to the dim, red-tinted lighting. To his left, a stage is set up where a masked stripper hangs upside down on a pole, his thick cock hard and glistening as he thrusts his hips at the crowd. Men in the front row reach out, stuffing dollar bills into the waistband of the stripper’s jockstrap, their fingers grazing the slick skin of his thighs. Everywhere Ryder looks, men are touching, groping, and grinding against one another. Some are bent over booths, getting fingered roughly while others watch.

she teased. “Lorraine.” The seriousness of Dane’s voice made her look up. His expression was somber, lines of anxiety around his mouth. He began, “It’s not hard to turn someone on. Lesbians have sex with men all the time—they even marry and have kids. But that doesn't mean they like it at all. Arousal is just a response to stimuli and I’m an experienced lover. I know you enjoyed it physically, but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. As a doctor, I know a gay man in the states that had sex with a girl. He managed to get it up, he managed to come, but it felt wrong and dirty and not what he truly wanted. If it feels wrong, it feels wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to our spa. How may we assist you today?" Dean, not particularly familiar with massages, simply replied, "I’d like the most relaxing package you have." "Certainly, sir," the attendant said, taking out a small booklet. "We just need to confirm a few details. Would you prefer a male or female massage therapist?" Dean hesitated for a moment before replying, "A male therapist, I think. Just to avoid any awkwardness." The attendant nodded, then asked, "And as for the intensity of the massage, on a scale from one to ten, how deep would you like it?"

I called out to him, "But Thomas…" He waved me off. "Why are you so nervous? It's alright. The therapy will still take a while." Before I could say anything else, Thomas walked out immediately. He seemed to have no qualms about me currently lying next to another man. My body was covered in sweat when Charlie stopped to take something. Flushed crimson, I lay on my back and fanned myself gently to cool down. We were alone in the room, and the air was thick with tension. My heart raced as he stood next to me and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to."

I just nodded and a tiny moan escaped I'd been trying to stifle. He continued to do a professional massage but as he got closer to my package he brushed it slightly, it could have been an accident and I read more into it. Then I felt warm breath blowing on my cock. He said, "And, how does that feel?" I said as calmly as I could. Fine. His hand squeezed my groin by my testicles. Still it could be construed as part of a normal massage. He quietly asked what my sexual preference was. I told him "confused, Never been with a man.' He said, "So, this would be both or our first times then." I looked at him. "I guess. You've never.....?" He shook his head. "Nope." He quit massaging me and came up by

"I've arranged for someone to help you relax." My curiosity piqued, I raised an eyebrow. "Who?" "Mason. He's an expert massage therapist. He'll be here soon." I felt an unexpected flutter in my chest. A masseuse? Why did he think a massage therapist could soothe my growing unease? As Gavin dialed a number on his phone, I considered the idea and realized it wasn’t entirely unappealing. In fact, the sound of it was very exhilarating. "Mason? It's Chief Gavin. I need your services... Yes, now. My girl needs you. "I’ll text you the address now"

I do so. “Yes!” He answers her while laying a towel over my butt. Then lays down on his table. Manny P.O.V Entering the room first, the female sees me before I lay down and gasps, “Jesus!” She's wide-eyed and blushing hard. Ythat’s right! All 13 inches is real and it's all me! I smirk. The female is Keya’s masseuse and the male is mine. I don’t want any man touching what’s Mine! I order us a deluxe package. Which included an exfoliating face, hand and foot scrub, hot stone treatment and deep tissue massage. After some time I ask her,

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

His hips twitched forward into my palm. I yanked his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out—eight and a half thick inches, still shiny with the other girl’s juices, heavy balls hanging low. The musky scent of sex hit me hard. I leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside, tasting pussy and cum and pure man. Mr. Harlan groaned, one hand landing on my head. “I’m not gay… this is fucked up…”