A Massage

First let me say that as far as the therapeutic objective the massage was a huge success and was intended to be nothing more; but the hot little masseur who was recommended to us exceeded that by far.

It was a week since the pain in my neck and shoulder had started.  Nothing major just one of those “should I really have thought I could do that myself” aftermaths that a middle-aged guy experiences.  I’m over fifty and in great shape; but I’ll repeat that I’m over fifty.  My body has some limits it sometimes makes known to me.

I also have a husband in his thirties in even better shape than I am and with his advantage of (relative) youth; so I have no excuse for digging a trench in our lawn over sixty feet long and then being on my knees wrestling a not flexible enough line and restoring the lawn all by myself.  Even my similarly-aged neighbor across the street recognized the precarious nature of my position and offered help in the form of  his eighteen-year-old son; but no I just went it alone.

Now I know some of you read that and thought the porn plot was the gay daddy on his knees for hours; or the hot neighbor.  Or even the hot teen son.  Or all of the above.  But I assure you that the moaning that Kent walked in on when he found me at our outdoor shower washing a thick layer of dirt off me was not the good kind of pain.

My husband Kent had bern working a deadline and had his attentions on his laptop in his office for six hours straight while I tortured myself.  By the time he found me attempting to clean-up every move I made that involved my right arm, shoulders, neck, or moving my head at all was an agony of twinges and pangs.

Kent shed his own clothes there in the privacy of our lanai and came behind me in the foot-wide rainwater downpour and took over lathering and rubbing the grime off me.  Those moans that came after were first moans of relief; then when he nudged my hole with his huge stiff dick they were moans of need followed by a welcome different pain and ultimately more pleasure than pain as I blew a huge wad all over the teak back splash while he pumped me full of another of his loads of DNA.

“You dug the water line to the new garden didn’t you?” he asked as he kissed my neck while he pulled out of me.  What a buzz-kill!

“You were busy; I wasn’t.  I thought Sasha would see me digging and join in and help; but of course he only digs when we don’t want him too.”  I laughed and then winced; mostly because of my neck and shoulder but Kent had taken-out some frustration on my ass and really wrecked my hole too.

Kent put one of his big hands on my ass and one on my shoulder and rubbed each.  “Where do you need it?”

Honestly his hand on my sore ass was aggravating my ravaged chute; but no way I’d ever admit that.  “You know I always need you down there.  But my shoulder and neck are really wrecked in the not-good way.”

The warm water from the ninety degree day had passed and we were into the cool water of the deep-underground well and hadn’t turned-on the hot water.  Kent readjusted the controls and despite the sweat of the fuck the near-scalding sun-heated water felt amazing.  Almost as amazing as Kent’s hands gently rubbing my neck and shoulders.

Later in the afternoon our doctor “third-guy” was home and had me move and felt around until he pronounced nothing serious.  Easy for him to say.  “But tomorrow will be a lot worse; and it’ll be important for you to keep those muscles warm and stretched or it’ll just extend the healing time.”

We all spent time in the hot tub that night which felt great and terrible at the same time; great for the hot water and the enjoyment of being naked with the two men in my life and knowing what would come later but also terrible because to get my tall frame in a position with the water up to my chin wasn’t comfortable.

They went easy on me afterward; Kent railed Jef while Jef blew me.  Then Jef worked me hard again sitting on my cock and rode me and choked his way through being face-fucked by Kent’s monster cock.  I forgot about the dull ache in my neck and shoulder except for when the thrusts caused Jef to jolt when he was sucking or riding my cock; and the pleasures far exceeded those pains.

But Jef’s prediction was painfully accurate; I could barely move in the morning.  Jef and Kent were up early as usual; Kent to give some time to Sasha outdoors and Jef to get to the hospital for another punishing shift.  When he kissed me goodbye he reminded me to keep my muscles warm and stretched and suggested I call my physical therapist.

Turned out that my PT was away in Tampa until the following day.  He offered to call the office he owned and ran to make sure one of his people worked me into their always packed schedule but I told him to enjoy his away time and I could do that for myself.  The office wouldn’t be open for another hour.

Then a buddy of ours texted that Kent had told him about my ailment.  After Josh finished teasing the “old man” about “over-energetic exertions” with my “boy-toy husband” he told me he had “just the guy” and texted me the number for a masseur he had used often.  Perhaps that should have been my warning; Josh is a wild boy and the smart money should have been on non-therapeutic uses for the masseur.  I’ll plead the pain as impairing my reasoning.

The text exchange was brief.  Knox Austin would accommodate me on Josh’s recommendation; Josh was a “very loyal client” he told me.  We loved Josh but that should have been the alert again; Josh’s loyalties were ninety-seven percent to his own hedonistic pleasures.  When I asked for his address he sent it but suggested he come to me to make it more comfortable.  Another alert went unnoticed.

I told Kent about the appointment when he came in to offer me breakfast in bed.  I opted for a brotein breakfast and reminded him that Jef may have learned to take a face-fucking from my husband but I am the master monster cock wrangler in this house.  I didn’t care that my neck and shoulder were screaming; I went to town on him in the best position I could find and had a very healthy breakfast helping indeed.

Kent reciprocated by taking me into our wet room and lathering me while I stood and minimized movements.  He was attentive but not insistent when his prolonged lather-laden ministrations to my limp dick, heavy balls, and wanting hole didn’t perk “Big Al” up.  And then while he was drying me the message came from the gate to our watches that Knox Austin was on his way to our house.

Kent helped me dress in a t-shirt and shorts and did the same in time for Ring to alert us of the car in the drive.  Kent, Sasha, and I met the masseur at the door.  NOT what I was expecting.

First things I noticed were a) Knox was a much littler guy than we are and b) he wasn’t toting a massage table. I’m just about six feet and my husband is almost three inches taller than I am;  Knox was at least a half-foot shorter than I am.

Second observation was that he was built exceptionally tight and very muscular; his stature was small and he was very lean but heavily muscled like a short-stop as opposed to a catcher or out-fielder. Either way baseball player builds are my weakness; my husband has a pitcher’s powerful upper body build and a wrestler’s strong legs.

Knox looked to be about zero percent body-fat, and his muscles were from feet (in sandals) to neck.  All of this was easily visible in short workout trunks and a tight tank top.  He was also deadly handsome in a college varsity MVP sort of way; his smile could easily grace magazine covers.

Our visitor was enthralled with Sasha who intercepted him in the front hall with us.  His cursory greeting to us as he stepped in and kicked off his sandals was a poor second to the attention he lavished on our exuberant Siberian Husky.  Knox was on the floor with him and shared a few minutes of pets, cuddles, compliments, and fur-baby talk while we watched and waited; until Kent interrupted the love-fest by saying two things I had been thinking.

“Is Knox your first or last name?  Just curious with two names that could be first names; and surely you get asked this all the time.”

“It’s my first name sir,” he said respectfully.    “And yes; I am asked to clarify that fairly often sir.”

I snorted.  Kent was older than the masseur but no way was he a “sir” presence; not yet anyway.

“It’s Kent,” he said simply.

“Sorry sir.  I mean … Kent.”

“And I see you haven’t brought a table,” Kent continued.

“I have one in my car but usually for outcalls I use the client’s bed.  It’s usually more … it’s easier that way.”

Those alerts did not go unnoticed; for Kent or for me.

“I see,” Kent said and turned to me with a grin.  “I suppose I’ll leave you to it then,” he said with an undisguised wicked pleasure.  He gave me a surprise ravishing kiss and headed toward his office.  Looking back at Knox he said, “Take good care of my husband,” and walked off.

I was having second thoughts; and third and maybe fourth.  Then Knox moved to just in front of me and put both of his strong hands gently up on my lower neck and shoulders.  “Is it both sides or one?”

His hands simply rested on me; almost a caress or maybe it was a caress.  His hands were very hot and immediately soothing.  He was a small man and more than half a foot shorter than I so he was looking up at me with intense but compassionate light brown eyes.

“The right more than the left; but both depending on how I move.”

Then an indisputable caress on my right side.  The heat from his small hand intensified beyond my expectation and filled me with the possibility of relief.  I moaned before I realized it.

“Let’s get you comfortable and get to work,” he suggested with that continued gaze and the very gentle heat-filled caresses.

“Okay,” was all I could say.

Knox smiled and slowly removed his hands; he let each trail down over my pecs and used his thumbs to circle my nipples a few times before he removed his hands from me.  He turned and retrieved his back-pack from where he’d dropped it during his tete-a-tete with Sasha.

Still smiling up at me he asked, “Lead the way?”

“Oh uh sure,” I stammered out.

I went to our rooms and through to our big king-sized bed; Knox followed until we were by the bed and then put his pack on a chair and bent to open it.  His little ass was incredible in his work-out shorts; and as short as they were I could see his jock-strap straps on each cheek when he bent over.  My pain wasn’t enough to over-power my dick’s reaction.

NO!  Stop that! I chastised myself.  But my plumping dick was having none of it.  CRAP! I thought to myself.

I stood lamely watching Knox take a couple of towels and more jars and bottles out of his pack and put them on Kent’s bed-side chest on one the towels he laid-out carefully.  I then watched him pull out what looked like a folded white sheet and with what appeared to be choreographed moves he shook it open and covered most of the bed.  He moved quickly around the three sides and around me and had the sheet smoothed and straightened and had the many pillows we use all off and stacked on the other of the chairs.

I hadn’t moved from where I’d stopped when I led him into our bedroom.  Knox smiled and said, “Time for me to take away all your pain, stress, and cares.”  He walked toward the chair and in a very quick move he pulled down and stepped out of his workout trunks and jock-strap and then pulled his shirt over his head just as quickly.

OH FUCK!  As the full view of that perfect jock butt materialized my dick roared to full attention.  His rippling back muscles, big bouncing shoulders, and his guns sealed my fate; I uselessly put my hands in front of my crotch which caused me to wince with the pain in my neck that shot through my right shoulder and upper arm.

Knox folded his shorts and shirt neatly and turned in time to see me wince; he quickly glanced to my attempt at modesty and smiled momentarily.  Then he advanced on me.

Knox’s body was exquisite in every way except two: he was hairless and his dick and balls were tiny.  He clearly shaved his crotch; his skin appeared naturally smooth elsewhere but there it was clearly shaved.  And say what you will about my next observation: his dick was so small as to he distracting and his balls likewise.  Boyish.  His dick being uncut had the effect of making it appear all the more diminutive; the size of my pinky at best.  And having the thickly developed muscular thighs of a gymnast framing the area accentuated the boyishness of his attribute all the more.

Having reached me he told me to, “Relax and let me help you off with this.”  He’d taken hold of my t-shirt and was gently lifting my arm and pulling the shirt to free first my left then my right arm.  My raging dick was tenting my shorts obscenely but was then unobscured.  Knox gently pulled the shirt up my torso careful to apply gentle pressure to keep my arms in place; he stood on his tip-toes and reached up and had my shirt freed without any significant twinges which I appreciated.

He folded the shirt and placed it on the bench at the foot of the bed.  Then he turned and without so much as a warning pulled down my shorts, dodged my dick when it swung free, and had me stepping naked out of them.  He folded my shorts and placed them with my shirt and turned to me.

Knox hadn’t commented or given any sign of reaction to the vast scar down my torso from my three open-heart surgeries two years ago; my “racing stripes” as I call the wide swath of discolored scar tissue.  Nor had he done anything more than dodged my missile of manhood when it snapped free of my shorts and almost decked him.  But now he turned and placed one hand flat on my scar and smoothed his way down to my abs where it fades.  Then he let his hand continue to my rock-hard dick, encircled the base barely with his small hand, and stroked it once from root to tip while caressing my big hairy balls with his other.

I stood stock still feeling very naughty.  I had started the day seeking a physical therapist for a treatment; here I was with an escort!  Knox snapped me out of my introspection.

“You’ve been through it.  And you’re a stud besides.  I can see why your husband is such a happy man.”  He stopped there looking up at me so close I could feel his breath on my pecs.  Then when the tension was about to make me blurt something (ANYTHING!) he said, “Let’s see if I can take your pain and tension away.”

“I … I hope I can release it.  I MEAN … I hope I can let the pain go!”

I laughed and winced and flinched from that which caused me to pull my balls away from Knox who hadn’t let them go.  That caused me to suck in a breath before he released his hold on my jewels.

“Maybe we should get to the massage Al,” he suggested and motioned to the bed.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

The masseur was suddenly all business despite being naked and having just felt me up.  “Lay on your back sideways across the bed with your head at the edge on that side.”  He motioned to the chair with his pack; he’d moved toward it and was putting the pack and his folded trunks and tank on the floor.  “I’m going to pull this chair closer and sit and begin to work your neck that way so you can relax completely.”

I should have cared that my hard dick was jutting into the air when I got on my back; a missile launch came to mind.  But honestly laying down across the bed was a relief to my pain and I sighed when I was situated.  I’d seen the masseur carefully arranging another towel on the chair.

“Just relax and don’t move with me.  I will manage with my own strength and you don’t use a muscle.”

I did make an effort to relax my body; and didn’t so much as turn my head when I heard a cap pop on one bottle and two jar lids being unscrewed.  Then I felt his hands touch the sides of my neck with cool slick lotion that smelled of peppermint.  I immediately thought his touch was far too gentle … until he moved his hands on down under my shoulders and began to apply pressure and to massage my neck from base to my scalp.

“That’s it.  Just let it happen,” he said in a softer voice.

He didn’t need to tell me.  The slight coolness of the lotion and the perfect pressure and motion of his hands had me completely submitting.  I began to drift; it was so relaxing to have the pain lessen.

I vaguely heard Knox move a jar on the chest as he’d briefly reduced his contact with me to one very active and efficient hand; then I felt warmth when the other hand rejoined the first.  I couldn’t help but to moan … almost sexually because the warmth offsetting the coolness was so dramatically soothing.

Knox said nothing and continued with the strokes under and on the sides of my neck for countless minutes.  Then I noticed that somewhere along the way he’d broadened his path to begin including my shoulders; first the cool lotion then the warm cream.  When the cream started on my shoulders he integrated my neck again and worked me from traps to neck and back over and over.

I tangibly felt the pain leaving; and the relaxation progress to groggy bliss.  I was only vaguely aware when he worked all the way down one arm and hand and then back all the way to my neck and spent a long time doing my entire right shoulder.  Then he did my left side the same way and I floated somewhere in blissful unawareness of everything but the relief and enjoyment of his touch.

When the masseur stood and began working the front of my shoulders and upper pecs I sighed a long moaning exhale    When he reached my nipples and used the cool peppermint I felt bolts of electricity in my balls and still-soaring hard-on.  When time came for the warm cream on my nipples I felt my balls simmering and working to a slow boil after the earlier jolts.

I opened my eyes briefly when Knox was beginning to work my abs and his sac was brushing over my forehead and down past my nose.  I had already felt his sweat drip from his face and forehead onto my skin; I’d imagined it sizzling on my scar and felt it drip through my dense chest hair.  His boyish balls and tiny dick flopped and dragged over me … pleasingly.  When I inhaled he smelled like a jock who’d started out squeaky-clean but was working up to a boldly masculine aroma of his sweaty exertion.

There was a constant flow of pre-cum down my shaft; I was certain there was a puddle in my bushy pubes.  And as I thought about that Knox reached my lower abs with his arms outstretched and his body over mine and his dick and balls passed over my lips.  I’m only human … and male; I opened my mouth and took all of his maleness in my mouth easily.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he hummed but changed nothing of his pattern of long body strokes, occasional replenishment of cool and warm unctions, and pressures.

I felt him harden in my mouth; he was not much of a grower.  I had free range to tongue his mini-boner and balls all together; it seemed only fair to have many parts of him in play as his hands roamed my entire upper body front and the back of my neck and shoulders.

I wondered if Knox’s nipples were sensitive and if they’d make his hard-on jerk like him rubbing and tweaking mine did my raging fuck-bat.  I would have to break the lay-back-and-don’t-move rule to find out because his motions went from outstretched over me to essentially standing straight and back again.

Knox got to my groin and spent a vast seemingly eternal period massaging me there.  Around my dick, in my pubes, hard, soft, and everything in between.  He finally slowed and took me in his two hands and held me that way; throbbing but not stroking.

“If I’m right your pain is gone and I could have you face down; but this,” he gave my mighty boner a squeeze that made me jolt with excitement, “Would make that uncomfortable.  We can go a couple of directions here.  I can take care of THIS,” he squeezed me again, “And there are a couple of options to that itself. After that you could turn over comfortably and I could give your shoulders and neck another round and take care of the rest of you.”

I still had his pea-sized balls and hard miniature dick in my mouth and was really in no position to reply.  But he’d paused without presenting the other “directions” and seemed to need prompting.  Fortunately I could open my mouth wider; after all I was trained to take my husband’s huge endowment!  “An uh-her digehuns?” I garbled around his parts and then went back to sucking and licking him aggressively.

Knox chuckled and gave my bone another squeeze before releasing it.  “I’d hoped this one would be the way we went,” he said and gave my throbbing manhood another squeeze.  “But the other choices are I can work your legs while you’re on your back; and we’ll end up where we are now.  Or you can turn over and risk an injury that would be a terrible shame; and I can pretend your beautiful manhood isn’t being maimed from contortion under you and try to make you forget that pain by giving your shoulders and neck and then your legs and back a great workout.”  He paused and I hadn’t paused sucking and licking his dick and nuts.  “But either way you’ve got to stop sucking me soon or I’m gonna nut.”  For the first time his tone was insistent; still he made no move to pull away.

We were both startled by Kent’s voice from the side.  “Don’t stop Al.  And you just stand there and let go Knox,” Kent said in his deep voice nearing us as he spoke.

I make it my mission to grant whatever my husband asks of me so I went to work in earnest despite the challenge of the little I had to work with.  I felt Knox leaning down on me more and then felt Kent’s chin against my forehead and felt Knox tense and then shiver.  Kent was tonguing this boy’s hairless hole.

“Oh fuck I’m so close to nutting.  Oh fuck if you don’t … OH FUCK!”  He shouted the last and grabbed hold of my hard-on again like he was holding on to avoid bringing swept away.  “Yaaaaaaaaaaaa!” he cried and tensed and then shuddered.

I felt torrents of his seed flood my mouth.  Where that much came from with navy beans for balls I had no idea; but the shots were forceful probably owing to the little cock and force of shooting high volume through it.

He was moaning and writhing through the many shots; I knew Kent was still eating him out and hadn’t slowed his efforts.  Finally the boy tried to free himself of both of us and begged.

“OH GOD SOOOO sensitive.  PLEASE!”

He was pushing at my chest and I let his meager manhood fall out of my mouth.  He almost vaulted to the side off me and away from Kent.  Then he turned and put his hand on my shoulder very gently despite it shaking.  “SORRY!  I hope that didn’t hurt you!”

“I’m feeling great Knox,” I told him.  Then I grabbed my hard dick still waiving in the air.  “Well maybe I need some attention here,” I said with an needy grin first at the massage boy and then at my husband looming above him.

Knox looked at my hard-on and licked his lips; I’m certain it was involuntary.  “I uh I don’t do this with clients.  Mutual touch is the limit.”

Kent laughed.  “Well that ship sailed when you let loose your swimmers in my husband’s mouth!  Now you know as well as we do that you’re going to ride my husband’s hog while you blow me.  Don’t we?”

“I just want you to know that I usually only give a happy ending with my hand; and I never ever cum myself.”

I looked up at Kent from my comfy position on my back on our bed; I still had the delicious taste of the masseur’s big load on my taste buds.  “Hon I really don’t want him to do anything he doesn’t feel comfortable doing.  He’s already made me feel so much better.  You above all people … “

Kent shut me down before I could fully reference his own past as a sex worker.  “He wants it; look at him.  He can’t take his eyes off your big dick beckoning him to climb on.  He’s shaking he wants it so much.  Tell him Knox.  Tell my husband that you crave his cock deep inside you.”

“I want it.  But I don’t want you to think I’m a whore.  I didn’t come here to have sex beyond a hand job; giving one.  That’s all.”

“This is boring.  I don’t know how you could even stay hard with this drivel,” Kent growled.  Then he turned and stomped out of the room.  As he was passing through our sitting room he yelled back, “Do whatever you two want; I’ve got a tennis match anyway.”

Knox looked at me wide-eyed.  “Al I’m SO sorry.  This didn’t turn out anything like I expected.  I’m so sorry I caused you and Kent to have words.”

“The good news is that my hard-on is a bit less insistent.”  I carefully turned myself over to be face-down; without bending or breaking my cock.  “And you’re amazing at what you do.”  What I didn’t tell the masseur was that my husband’s tennis date was more than two hours away.

Knox wasted no time going to work on my shoulders and neck from that angle.  Within a minute or two I was floating again.  In another twenty minutes he’d worked his way to my glutes; my dick was hard as a pipe again and angled uncomfortably between me and the bed creating an epic wet spot on his sheet and probably on ours underneath.

He worked my glutes and teased my crack and eventually my hole and taint and brushed my balls until I was panting.  His miniature junk grinding into the back of my head was … interesting.  But then he went to the other side of the bed and began working my feet; any heavenly sensation paled by comparison to his foot massage.

First my left then my right; I was in a blissfully dazed state when he worked my ankles and then my calves.  He got on the bed and pulled my foot up bending my knee and really worked my lower leg.  First my right and then he crawled around and did my left in the same way.

And what he did with the back and front of my knee?  Who knew how sensitive and erotic a knee could be?  Now I did!

Then he gently lowered my left leg to the bed and carefully pulled it to the side bending my knee and went to town on my left quads and hamstrings.  And even the extreme sideways angle didn’t prevent the back of his hand rubbing my hard-on repeatedly; I whimpered when he finished and replaced my leg straight out and went to the right side.

The right upper leg was as transcendental an effect as the left.  Only this time when we’d gotten to the point where his hand would stop brushing my drooling dick he swiped over the slick head and then stroked me a few times with my pre for lube.

“Oh god!” I hissed.

Knox spoke for the first time in a long while.  “About that ride … “

“I’d prefer to pound you into oblivion!” I told him.

“I’d prefer to be able to shit without a bag afterward,” he replied crudely.  “I’m clean by the way.  And you know I’m vaccinated.  But I was tested a week ago.  And whether you believe it or not I hadn’t been with anyone for over four weeks then; now it’s over five about six weeks.”

I turned over onto my back.  “So if it’s a hand job get it going!”  My dick was waiving like a metronome.

“Oh no!” he protested.  “I’m gonna ride it.  Only I’ll control the stretch and the pace and the depth.”  I reached and grabbed his entire junk into my hand and pulled him not once but twice.  “Whoa dude; EASY!”

He took the not subtle hint though and reached over and got one of the jars of cream.  He offered it to me.  I looked at him.  “It’s gonna take a ton of this to get THAT in,” he said with a strong glance toward my dripping dick.

Knox put the jar in my hand and turned around and presented his hairless pink hole to me.  To be perfectly honest the shaved hole wasn’t very appealing to me; if he’d been naturally hairless that would have been fine.  But to me body fur shaving is the same as de-masculation.

Not that it stopped me!  I took a glob of the cream and brought my fingers to his hole and smeared it over and around it.  The boy moaned and moved his ass around like he was trying to get my fingers inside; so I pushed in at his opening with my thick middle and index fingers.

“Ahhhhhh SHIT!” he cried as I forced my way inside his tight opening.  He didn’t pull away though; he pushed back.

“Glad I didn’t miss the fun,” Kent’s voice boomed from the doorway.  When I turned I saw he was naked and half-stiff.

Knox turned and looked over his shoulder now fucking himself on my slicked fingers. “Holy fuck!” he cried.  “What the fuck happened at this house?  Some mutant elephant cock ray was unleashed on you?”

Kent chuckled and I worked my ring finger into the boy along with the others with some but not much resistance now.  “Good boy!” I told him.

“FUCK that makes me hot!” he moaned.

“Me stretching your boy-hole?”

“That.  And you calling me ‘boy’ while you’re prepping to own my boy-hole.”

“I already do own it, boy!” I snapped at him and jabbed in faster and deeper.  “And now I’m about to use it!”

With my fingers still inside him I pushed him with my other hand.  He got the hint and with some difficulty because he was still impaled got himself turned and positioned with his feet on either side of my waist directly over my jutting hard-on.  I gently pulled at his waist and removed my fingers just as my tip made contact.  The gape was enough; my wide-spread head was half in him.

I pulled him down and gave him no chance to relax; I wanted him to take me while the first few inches of his channel were stretched loose.

“FUCK you’re BIG!”  His face was screwed tightly and he was biting his lower lip.

“Truth boy; but I can tell your hole can take it easily and more!” I told him as I pulled him down until he had over four of my inches inside him.

For the first time he resisted; and I didn’t force him farther.  It was just a moment but it was apparently what he needed; the clench he had on my dick relaxed and he plunged down with a plop.

“FUCK!” roared the boy.

I was looking down my torso at him and I’m sure I only imagined seeing the outline of my cock poking out from behind his abs.   I couldn’t continue to watch; Kent had stepped up and had his hairy nuts directly over my mouth and my nose in his hole.

While the boy began to ride my dick I went at Kent’s hole with gusto.  I wasn’t aware he was so ripe; he tasted like a man should and I suckled on his big balls one by one and then got my head back and my tongue up in the hairy hole.  While Knox rode my long dick up and down and moaned and swore Kent began riding my tongue.  I didn’t bother to stop to think that my neck didn’t hurt at all … though I was straining to get my tongue farther up in him and later was exceptionally sore under my tongue.

I’d learned once that some men had their tongue frenulum cut or did it themselves to increase their tongue’s reach.  What I’d read said that it was generally believed but was unconfirmed that Gene Simmons had the procedure.  As the boy rode my length up and down I wished I’d had that done so I could get more of me inside my own man.

Kent was praising my hole-eating and bucking and grinding on my face with abandon.  Knox was now riding me hard and fast and moaning continuously and threatening to cum; I could feel his body shudder each time I pummeled his love nut and suspected he really was close.

“Do it BOY!” Kent goaded him and accentuated the word for his enjoyment.  “Show me what ya got inside you!”

And about then the boy’s pussy clenched TIGHT around me as his bucking became erratic and his cries turned to a wail.  I felt some hot splashes as he continued to spasmodically piston himself on me and his channel clenched rhythmically and matched the cadence of the splats.

“Amazing!” I heard Kent say and surmised he was witnessing what I’d experienced when I’d sucked down the boy’s first load.  How did those tiny balls produce so much?

“Now boy get your mouth on this and take my load; we’re ready to show you what real men’s loads are!”  I suspected this boy knew LOADS about men’s loads.

I felt the angle change and combined with the effect of the clenching I was ready.  I took control of his hips and began slamming up into him and grunting.

“Yeah boy; my man’s about to fill you and so am … unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!”

Kent’s words devolved as his ass clenched and then he was wracked with spasms as I felt him pumping himself out with my tongue still in his hole.  For me I was over the edge and planted in him as deep as I could blasting my load upwards into him.

We were all quiet for words and were just grunting, hissing, and moaning as the boy took his fill of us.  I finally felt the boy sit up straight again and knew Kent was finished and had released him.  I was done too but still planted inside him.

Then I heard a slap and felt Knox jolted while still impaled on my dick; he yelped loud.  “How was that boy?” Kent asked him.

I hear Knox groan as he pulled himself up the length of me until my fat head plopped out.  “Amazing sir!” Knox said simply but so infused with meaning.  “May I massage your neck some more Al before I go?”

It surprised me; I suppose I thought this was the epic happy ending and he’d be hurrying to get on his way.  “I won’t say no to it,” I answered as Kent dismounted also.

Kent bent down and kissed me lasciviously.  When he broke the kiss just before I passed-out from him taking my breath away he said, “Damn I taste good on you!” and chuckled; as did I.

Then he went out the French doors to the lanai and left them open just enough for Sasha; he predictably bounded through and followed Kent outside.  “THERE’S my buddy!” I heard him say.  My world was right there.

Knox spent nearly another hour working my shoulders from various positions. The last was me sitting on the chair (the masseur had drawn the sheet off the bed and then asked for some towels as the sheet was “moist and slimy” in places; I momentarily reflected that we were as well) with him standing behind me.  That was the best as he directed me to let my head loll and he supported my neck with his hands.   

When I finally asked him if he wasn’t wiped out and his arms about to fall off he said he wasn’t but he said he knew he stunk of sweat; he could smell himself.  I rather enjoyed the miasma.  Okay you caught me; I fucking loved the stench of sweat that hung in our bedroom.

I offered him a shower and pointed into our bathroom as he was stuffing the sheet and creams and lotions back into his bag.  I was enjoying his ass bent over and leaking my DNA; and I was fantasizing about taking him in the wet room under the sprays.

Knox declined though and said he’d clean up “thoroughly” at home and got into trunks and tank top.  I asked him if he forgot his jock strap; he held it up.  “Nah but it needed washing already; I just didn’t want to smell that rank in the Uber.”

“Maybe you should leave it here and put it on my bill.”

The masseur looked at me for a moment with a sly grin. Then he tossed the jock-strap to me and I brought it to my nose.  It definitely had been used … well used.  I inhaled deeply and my dick began growing again.

Kent materialized at that right moment and had his phone and was still naked.

“Venmo or Zelle?” he asked standing there in his god-like naked glory.  “And am I paying you for an encore while I go play tennis?”

“Uhhhh wellll … “ Knox stuttered and looked at him.

Yeah I feel that way often.  Then he continued and I realized my middle-aged fixation on Kent might not be as novel to a contemporary of his; particularly one who was in his profession and saw enough men that he was bound to come across a few hotties like my husband.  I chuckled at my own pun.

“Truth guys,” Knox finally got out.  “I’d feel like a totally unprofessional guy if I took money for what we did here today.  And I have to be able to look myself in the mirror.  I can’t take your money.”

“Al!” Kent snapped so sharply that I jerked to attention; fortunately without pain.

“Jesus!” Knox explained.  “He needs to moderate his motions until the tissues have all settled down!” he admonished Kent.

Kent looked duly chastised.  “Al hon,” he said overly solicitously, “Did Knox’s massage help?”

“Help?  He made it all go away; every bit of the constant pain and tension and the jabs when I moved.”

“Yeah.  And you massaged him for almost two hours … net of our … horseplay.”

Knox looked down at Kent’s magnificent dick hanging in all its soft glory and then at mine.  More to himself he said, “Horse is the right word for it.”

I laughed but Kent was determined.  “Al do you have his payment address?”  I didn’t and told him so.  “Knox,” he said sternly, “We don’t barter sex.  You did a job and we’re paying you for that and maybe for the strap Al is huffing on; for the sex you’ll get a sweaty hug and maybe if you’re lucky a parting grope.  Now AirDrop me your payment address and rate.”  It was a command that Knox couldn’t ignore.

Knox had his phone in his hand and did as Kent asked.  “Zelle would be awesome; I don’t have to pay for that.  But I’m sorry I gotta book guys.  I ordered the Uber to pick me up at the gate since it couldn’t get in; and what seemed like an eternity is now just under ten minutes until it gets here.  I gotta get walking.”

“Nonsense,” I told him and walked around them and headed for my discarded shorts and t-shirt.  “I’ll drive you to the gate.”

As I put lifted my shirt they both called, “Let me help you with that.”

“No need,” I said and painlessly but very carefully pulled my t-shirt on.  “See what you’ve done for me?” I directed to Knox.  “Now about that grope before we go.”

On the drive back up from the gate after he left Kent said, “Not so bad eh?”

I took my eyes off the road long enough to give him a disapproving and totally insincere glance.  “Life with you is always good babe.”  He reached out and I took his hand and then got out so Kent could get to his tennis match.