Masajes Gay Novels & Stories

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

Taking the opportunity, I slipped my finger into his ass, and he jerked, pulling away. Panting, his gaze locked onto mine. “I need you to relax, baby. I need to loosen you up so it doesn’t hurt when I’m inside you.” He bit his bottom lip, and I swear my erection doubled. “Shouldn’t you use lube?” “Yeah, but we don’t have any, and it’s going to be really painful if we don’t…” “I have some,” he replied abruptly. I stared at him, and he quickly explained. “I got it from the convenience store a few days ago.” Then he lowered his head, fiddling with his fingers. “I was curious about gay sex, so I watched some p**n… and, huh… you know, lube and stuff.”

Daddy had booked a private couple’s treatment room. Once the masseuse left us alone after setting up, Daddy smiled with dark satisfaction. “Lie down on the massage table, babygirl. On your stomach first.” I obeyed, lying face down. Daddy immediately turned the vibrator higher. The professional masseuse returned and began working on my back and shoulders. As her skilled hands moved over my body, Daddy controlled the toys remotely. He changed the patterns on the plug slow, deep pulses, then sudden sharp vibrations — while the vibrator hummed steadily against my G-spot.

The bathrooms here are soundproof as they were back home, so we need to be able to hear the kiddos if they wake up. Without opening my eyes, I hear Gael removing his clothes and stepping into the tub with me. He pulls my legs into his lap and begins rubbing my feet. He and Hakeem had taken some massage lessons during my pregnancy and Gael’s particular speciality is foot massages. I swear the man has brought me to orgasm from massaging my feet.

She explained, and that made me feel a little better, but still feeling worked up. “You can request for a female masseur, but I don’t mind whichever does it for me. The last time I had a massage, a guy did it, and when I told Travis that night, it prompted him into fucking me even harder and more intense than usual. He made me promise not to ever let another man see my body ever again, even though the man had barely looked at my tits twice!” Kayla explained, rolling her eyes at the last part of her sentence and I shook my head a little in awe, wishing I’d be able to be as unbothered as she is.

“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.

My first gay fuck was a rape and my sexual later experience aside from girls was my own masturbation. "Come on. I know you look always at me and I do listen each time you masturbate" He demanded again making me heave a sigh. He knows I always masturbate? Breaking a slow sigh, I asked "Are you... Are you gay?" He smiled. "You have a nice body and big cock for my liking. Even a straight guy will want to suck you" Diary, I can't explain the euphoria that lit up my mind. His compliment was like drums of joy and a smile crept up my face. "Why did you always snub me then?"

He leans down, and claps her body in his large palms, trailing down her curves. "I do non-oily massage, and I've got a special rod for you… only for you" he place a kiss on her tummy," you don't need to worry about your inner walls, my rod is big enough to relax your inner muscle and make you feel whole again" he reaches for her lips and rubbed on it with his tombs, "I promise you won't have to use lip gloss to keep these wet in the process of experiencing total bliss, I will make sure to I keep it wet till when it's all over"

Gael likes it fast and hard and that’s just how I give it to him, feeling myself start to harden again. Si, Tesoro. Te sientes tan bien envuelto alrededor de mi rabo. Tan jodidamenta apretado. Este fue hecho solo para mi. (Yes, Treasure. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So fucking tight. This ass was made just for me). Gael massages my ass, his cock getting harder as he watches me ride him. His words are deep and lustfilled and such a fucking turn on that I can’t help but feel my erection bounce as I ride him, precum leaking from the tip.

"Did you see Camilla's face yesterday, Kyle? She could not even hide her jealousy!" "Hmmm. Yes, I did and I'm glad that made you happy - Ahhh. Schhhh." A hiss left the man's lips when Gabrielle glided down to his two-round flesh and gave them a good massage. "Okay." He rolled her off him and said, "Enough teasing." He stroked himself and suggested, "I've been so hard for almost an hour, bearing your massage. I want to get inside you now. Turn around for me, beautiful."