Travelling through Europe

We spent a full week in Israel, touring the many sites of the beautiful country. The day after I had sucked Nir’s cock, he was casual with me, but the message was clear: no more. I am sure guilt took over him, and perhaps it was a mistake for him to blow his load down the throat of a tourist in his group. He was only with us one more day afterwards, before we moved on to a different location and a different guide, and I was glad to be rid of the awkwardness of the situation.

After that week we headed out of Israel and flew into Istanbul, Turkey to regroup with our previous tour members who had divided off to the Greek Isles. The now larger group shared tales of the sites we had each seen, reliving some fun moments including our accosting in Egypt by perverts when our Arab guard came to our rescue and our wild night in Israel. I smiled to myself as we talked, remembering how Seth fucked me in front of that pervert and how I had blown our Israeli guide in the stairwell, but of course I was keeping all my sexual adventures in Egypt and Israel to myself. Israel was nothing like Egypt, and I was afraid that my Arab guard Seth had cast a spell on me as I still felt I belonged to him after four nights straight. Nir was simply a need at that time. I was still looking for another.

Our third day in Turkey we had the option to participate in an authentic “Hamam” or Turkish Bath. I had never heard of it and got swept up in the talk. Only a handful of the group ended up wanting to try it, me included, so the five of us hopped in a cab and took off for the appointment our guide had arranged. I figured why the hell not! There were three women and two guys total, my male counterpart one of the skinny Australian guys that was a couple years older than me.

As we arrived at the Bath we were separated by gender, the “Men” to the one side while our fellow female tour members were pointed in the other direction. The front entrance interior was huge, in a three-story open hotel looking square. I could see hallways and closed wooden slatted doors along the second and third stories along a long balcony hallway. Our guide had booked us in for a “traditional” massage, and I was greeted by a big Turkish man at the desk. He handed me a folded red checkered towel that felt like stiff carboard, a key on an elastic ring, and told me to follow him. We went up to the second level to a door marked “203” and he held out his hand, pointing to the key he gave me. I gave it to him, and he opened the door for me and pointed at the small room. In it was a flat table and a small wooden type box. 

He pointed to the folded towel. “You put this on.” He mimed around his waist. “Everything off. Then lock. This,” he pointed to the key on the ring, “put on here.” He pointed to his wrist. “Then go down to there,” he pointed at the large open hallway leading to the back of the place, “and man will meet you.” He smiled and left me to disrobe.

I stepped into the small cubicle type room, barely able to move around the table in the middle in order to close the door. I stripped down to my underwear, took the folded towel and opened it up. It was stiff, hard, and felt weird. The attendant had told us that it would soften in the water. I slid my underwear off and stood momentarily naked in the room, feeling quite exposed and slightly excited by this new experience. I wrapped the stiff rough towel around my waist. It felt like one of my sheets after a night of nocturnal emissions in the morning! I held it at my waist as I exited, closed and relocked the door and slid the key band around my wrist.

I headed down the stairs and caught myself in the reflection of the mirror at the front as I moved towards the meeting room. I looked pretty good in this towel, my tan still going strong and my pecs firm and solid. The towel was very short, like to my mid thighs so it showed off my defined legs, muscles flexed and taunting those who were looking. My bare feet padded across the rugged hallway as I stepped towards the room. 

There were four or five Turkish men waiting in this area, sort of sitting in a line waiting for their next customer. The first one in line stood up as I entered as if on cue, a smaller wiry looking dark-skinned man with a full beard. But the two men behind him also stood up as I stood there in their view. The third man, a big powerful looking one, pushed the second one out of the way and placed a big hairy hand on the first and said something to him in Turkish. He pushed that man back down and made his way through his colleagues towards me. He was wearing only a towel, and my heart stopped.

He was huge, outsizing the other masseurs by half a foot, standing well over 6 feet tall. He looked older, in his 40s, maybe nearing 50. But fuck was he big and built. Muscles everywhere, with that overall general solid look of a man who used to be cut and defined but was now big and beefy and manly. He had very dark hair that was thinning on top, a matching dark beard and mustache that was pointed at his chin. His nose was strong looking, wide and prominent in the middle of his face. He looked like a beast, and had a mean sort of resting look, his eyebrows thick and directly over his eyes making it seem he was frowning. He was the kind of brute you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley anywhere in the world. But he was striking, not just because of his size but because of his manly features. And his body…WELL.

His barrel chest was lightly covered in dark hair. His small round nipples could be seen clearly as the entire mountain of his pecs looked like a soft carpet. That same hair trailed down across his flat but slightly round stomach in a small rectangular patch and covered the lower portion of his arms from his elbow to his wrist. His body was wet, either from sweat or water, making his hair cling to his entire body, outlining every curve of every muscle on him. My eyes noted that v-muscle at his waist still apparent under his rounding solid stomach as his towel hung tight around his waist. His towel was short like mine, only a plain beige, displaying a thick pair of quads and the same wet hairy look traveled down his sculpted calves and big wide sandaled feet. The towel wasn’t stiff and hanging straight down like mine, but wet, and hugged his entire frame. I could see the line of his waist, the muscles in his upper legs, and the clear outline of a cut cock. This man was a powerhouse. I was going to get a massage from this monster. I was suddenly very interested in this first-time experience.

He came up to me and grinned, then looked back at the other masseurs who were now standing looking at me, or at him, and said something again to them in Turkish. His voice was a deep baritone. Or at least it sounded that way as it reverberated off the walls in this first room. 

He put that giant hand on my shoulder lightly and pointed, “Here,” and led me through a marbled multi sectioned shower type room to a vast open space ahead. As soon as we stepped into the large wide-open marbled area, the heat hit me like a blast. I think I started sweating immediately. He pointed to the immense round slab of marble in the middle where a few other customers were already laying down, and patted my back as if to say, “Good luck.” 

This was the “hot room” as was explained to us at the door, like a sauna to relax and open your pores and loosen up. I walked in, staring up at the giant domed Turkish architecture that encased this place. It was completely covered in marble: the floors, the walls, the giant round slab in the middle. I noticed several little shower spots or basins along the sides with buckets beside them. I crept towards the center of the room and took a spot on the marble bed in the middle of the room. Laying on my back I looked up at the domed ceiling, taking in this giant orgy-feeling atmosphere. I cranked my head up to look at the others in the room. There were only three other guys, mostly tourists, laying on the slab. Two of them had Turks washing and scrubbing them as they laid there. I watched as one was getting doused with a bucket of water, while the other was in the middle of what looked like a rough massage. The third guy was my fellow tour group member, all pale looking compared to my tanned body. He must have just come in before me.

I laid back again, listening to the sounds of the water pouring, grunts coming from either the masseurs or the guys getting massaged. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

I guessed I was there fifteen minutes when I felt a hand nudge my shoulder. My eyes opened to see the colossal Turkish man once again. Fuck he was big and powerful looking. I thought to myself as I started to sit up, but his massive hand went to my chest to push me back as he shook his head. His big hand on my skin felt good, and he didn’t move it as I lowered myself back down. He held it there, his fingers heavy on me, twitching slightly as he smiled down at me. His dark skin looked even darker against all the white marble.

And then the first bucket of water washed over me. It felt like a wave rushing over me, and I was momentarily stunned. I gasped at the feeling of coolness from the heat, only long enough to feel another douse of water splash down on me, and then a third until I was completely soaking wet. My man’s big hands were on me, pushing me down onto my back again as he started to knead those strong fingers into my shoulder.

I looked up and he was watching me with his dark eyes, smiling as he started to massage me. I had to shut my eyes as I was already getting turned on with him looking at me, and feeling his hands moving down my body. He was strong. I’ve had deep-tissue massages before, but this was deeper! His fingers were digging into me that causing a mixture of pain and pleasure. The first wrench into a muscle would elicit a gasp of sound from me as the pain hit, but the second pressure would feel better. But man, those hands were powerful and were kneading me like a pound of dough on a counter.

He worked all the way down, poking and massaging into me in every inch of my upper torso, before moving down one leg all the way to my foot, then over to the other. He moved back up to my shoulders and started there again, digging those fingers into me causing me to breath loud. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face again. When he saw me open my eyes, he smiled at me wide, and raised his eyebrows. I smiled back as he moved his hand down my shoulder and to my bicep.

It was then that his grip softened, and I felt him caress my bicep lightly, moving around it a couple of times. I turned my head towards him with my eyes on his, and he smiled at me again, and licked his lips. Then his thumb found my triceps and he dug into it, causing me to stiffen on the marble slab in pain. His other hand came to my chest and held me down as his fingers and thumb worked over my triceps, digging into that muscle more before moving down to my forearm, where the process was repeated.

He did the same thing to my other arm and I thought I was going to leap off the slab as his thumb hit that spot in my arm again. His hand came to my chest again, and I felt his index finger land on my nipple. As he dug into my bicep and triceps with one hand, his finger on my chest started rubbing my nip. I opened my eyes and saw him starting at me again, that smile on his face. I looked at him, taking his rugged face in. Fuck he is hot, I thought to myself. Was I imagining this, or was this guy enjoying my body a little too much? 

He finished my arm and stepped back, making a motion for me to flip over. I did and immediately was doused with another bucket of water to moisten my back. My towel was now painted on my body, showing off the curve of my ass quite nicely, which, as I discovered when I turned my head backwards to look at my enormous Turk, he was looking at smiling. He grabbed another bucket of water and this time poured it slowly down my back, pausing to rub the water into me, especially on my ass. Then he slapped my ass and grunted. He put the bucket down and climbed onto the slab, his knees now on either side of my waist, and started those powerful hands on my shoulders and neck.

Again, the intensity was unbelievable as I steadied myself from wriggling free of his vice grip. I had a feeling my muscles would be sore for days after this massage. He worked his way down my back, and the feeling finally relaxed me as he worked his magic with his fingers.

His touch lightened a bit as he moved to my ass, as if he was enjoying the experience more than I was. He was rough at the top of my ass, but as he moved down the sides, massaging into my glutes, he became less rough, and gentler, spending what seemed like an awful long time on my covered cheeks. I couldn’t see him as I was laying face down on the slab, but I tried a couple times to look back to see what this muscle man was doing. Each time, his eyes were now fixated on the body part he was working on.

When he finally made his way down my ass to my thighs, his hands had a sudden passion to them, and I started to relax into the sensations. I closed my eyes and allowed this hulking man to roam over me, feeling his strong hands and thick fingers working over me. His touch became lightning to me, and I started to let myself ease into the feeling of him touching me. Until he hit my calves. 

He dug into my calves like he did before on my triceps, and I arched upwards. I heard him chuckle as he continued his assault on my legs. It brought me out of my state of arousal into one of pain briefly. This was the most intense deep massage I would ever experience! And yet, almost as soon as it took my breath away, his fingers were massaging into me with such gentleness that I came right back down from my shock and surprise and relaxed again into that state of pleasure. 

When he finished the tour of my body, more water. He helped me sit up by taking my hand in his and pulling me up. It felt weird the way he simply took my hand and held it, then gently pulled me up looking into my eyes the entire time with that sexy smile. I wish he spoke English! He had me sitting up on the edge of the marble and this time he began gently pouring the water over my head and washing it down over my body with his other hand. After his touch, and now this erotic display of bathing, I was getting hard at this feeling, as that mighty hand of his worked the water over each muscle gently, almost lovingly. I watched him move as he did this, caressing down over my legs, my abs, my arms. His muscles were bulging, flexing as he worked, like a man who worked out heavily at the gym while also maintaining a manual labor type job. I put my hand over my crotch, trying to stop it from growing.

He pushed me back down again lightly and held up what looked like a small towel. He wet it and started to rub it on me. This was the exfoliation portion of the massage. Sandpapering my skin was more like it! Without mercy, he started scrubbing my front roughly from top to bottom to rid my body of dead skin. It felt more like he was stripping the first layer of skin off it was so rough! I gritted my teeth as the rough sensation moved through me.

He stood up again in front of me and held out his hand. I took it in mine, feeling how thick and meaty it was as he lifted me up and pointed for me to lay back down on my stomach. Then he started stripping my back with the sandpaper towel. I closed my eyes tight as this process continued, praying for it to be over soon. And when it was, a bucket of water splashed over me, with his big hands rubbing my back gently, smoothing the water over me and washing me clean. I turned over and he did the same, rubbing his hands all over my chest and abs with the water.

And then there was no more water, but his hands were still lightly rubbing my chest. Softly, stroking me. I felt my cock twitching again as it woke up after the pain of exfoliation. I opened my eyes to see my beast of a man watching me, smiling. He didn’t stop.

I smiled and closed my eyes again with a wicked grin, feeling his hands moving lightly over my pecs, moving slowly down my abs, and then, ever so slightly, rubbed over my crotch and down my legs, only to come back up again to repeat the process. My cock responded and was at half mast, I’m sure creating quite the bulge. He turned his hands over and let the back of his fingers now move up and down my front in a seductive manner, sliding up the sides of my hips and making my cock jerk as he hit a soft spot on me by my waist. I heard him chuckle again and I opened my eyes. 

He held out his hand and I placed mine in it once again, but this time he closed it tightly and pulled me slowly up, not letting go of it, but walking me towards the side of the room to one of the small shower stall looking places. There was a small stool inside the stall, and he pointed at it with his free hand for me to sit. Once I sat, he let go of my hand and picked up the bucket of water and poured it over my head slowly. This water was cooler, and immediately I relaxed and enjoyed the cooling sensation. He wiped the water from my forehead gently, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking into them, bent down in a squat in front of me. He smiled and held his hand out again. 

Like a dad walking his boy through a crowd, he led me to another room, much cooler than the one I was just in. He pointed to a bench and I sat as he continued out of the room. This was the “cooling room” and I knew this was the spot to catch your breath and cool down as the massage was over. I watched the big Turk walk out. I got a view of his broad back, wide and muscular. His hard, round ass looked so fucking tasty under his towel as moved away. At the doorway though, he stopped and turned, and raised a finger to me as if to say, “wait here.” There were already two other guys in this room with me, both laying back with their eyes closed, so I did the same, with a slight smile on my face at having just been “bathed” by such a magnificent looking man. 

One by one, these guys were taken out by their masseuses, who would come to the doorway and signal for them to follow. They got up and followed them out of the room. I was the last one in there when my enormous man returned. He walked right in though, right up to me, and held out his hand once again. I took it again, and he walked me through the door and towards the stairs, holding my hand the entire time. I looked at his huge hand covering mine, his thick forearms large as I was pulled gently along behind him. I could see his calves working as we walked as he led me up the stairs to the second floor and to my room. We stood outside room “203” and he pointed at my wrist and then held his hand open, palm up.

I slid off the band with the key on it from my wrist and placed it in his hand like I had done earlier for the older Turk when he originally showed me to my room. He smiled once again with a sort of different look to his eyes and took the key and unlocked my door for me, pushing the door open and holding it open for me. I stepped by him, breathing in as I brushed slightly against his big hard body, and then turned to see him following me inside and closing the door behind him.

We were alone in my room. 

There wasn’t much room between us, with the table beside us, so I stood there staring at him. I didn’t’ remember this part of the orientation. I figured it was done when I got to the cooling room, but I guess a walk to the room was the last step. I figured he was waiting for a tip and I needed to give him money. 

I turned to my clothes on the table and dug out some paper bills and held them out to him. He looked down at the money and then back up to me. His eyes were on mine, and then I saw them drop, moving down my body, and then slowly back up again. He raised an eyebrow at me and looked at me. My heart was beating fast and hard. He took the money slowly and then pointed to the towel I was wearing. 

I looked down at it, then back up at him.

He smiled wider and put his hands on his own towel and motioned like he was going to take it off. Then he pointed back at me. 

He wanted me to take off my towel.  Now this I remembered, telling us that we were always to keep our towel wrapped around us to cover ourselves. But here I was, in a small cubicle with a muscled hot Turkish man, asking me to open it.

I took it off in one pull, and let it fall to the ground.

His eyes were on my cock immediately. He stood there, looking at my semi-hard cock, smooth shaved under the towel. He smiled and our eyes met again. He pointed to the table as he tucked the bills into the towel around his waist. 

I moved to it, kneeling up on it to lay down. I guessed the massage wasn’t over after all, or else he confused my tip as payment to continue. I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me down onto the table onto my stomach. There was no space or hole for my face, so I brought my arms up and laid my head down on my folded hands as I felt his hands slide lightly down my back, his thick fingers lightly touching my skin.

He moved around to the side of the table away from the door as his hand remained on my lower back. And then he started to massage my lower back, just above my bare ass.

“Yes?” His deep voice startled me as he started to move those meaty hands onto the top of my butt, massaging deep.

I groaned out a “Yes” as he continued to work his hands on me. I closed my eyes as he moved farther, really digging into my glutes on each side. I could feel my cock hardening underneath me as he focused his attention on my ass.

He spread my legs open as he worked on one cheek, his hands expertly gliding over my round jock ass, his fingers moving to the upper portion of my thigh. And then he was in between my legs, and his thick fingers were teasing near my hole. 

I gasped as he worked his way up in between my cheeks, and then back down again, now kneading my ass and letting his fingers move closer and closer back to my tight pink hole. When his finger found it, I inhaled deeply, and he paused there. Then a different massage began. 

He moved around to the front of my table, leaning over me as a second finger began working on my hole, circling it, rubbing it, and gently pushing in. One finger left for a brief second, only to return wet. As that finger invaded me slightly, I lifted my head in a gulp and opened my eyes. 

He had removed his towel and I was face to face with his bare cock.

My eyes were focused on the manly sight in front of me. His thick cock was already half hard, moving upwards to point at me as it grew. It was thick and meaty like the rest of him, about 6 inches already and cut. He had the same light dusting of dark hair around his cock, his upper thighs heavily muscled which only amplified the glory of his meat hanging between his legs. And then he took a step towards me, leaning over me more as his finger dug into my ass.

I opened my mouth as his cock moved towards my lips and he guided it in. I took in the big helmet head of his dick, clamping down on it to taste him as his finger moved into me to the knuckle. I grabbed the sides of the table as he pushed that fat finger in deeper along with his cock. I opened my throat as his cock hardened, and I heard him draw in a deep breath. As he pulled his finger back, I felt another finger join in as his two fingers pressed forward into me, causing me to lean up on my elbows and let his cock fall out of my mouth as I gasped loudly.

I looked at his hard cock hanging in front of me now. It was a very thick one and looking slightly bigger than my own 8 inches. I leaned over on one elbow and grabbed that meat with one hand and shoved it back in my mouth, determined to take it all. I pushed forward to his pubes, taking that whole cock down my throat and making him moan as he plunged two fingers into my tight hole. His free hand grabbed the back of my head and held me on his cock, slowly grinding it into my mouth as his two digits stretched me open. 

“Yes?” he moaned at me again.

I mumbled a “Yes” with his cock still in my mouth as I hungrily sucked on him. He pulled back from my lips, and his fingers slid out of my ass as he moved around the table behind me. He grabbed my legs and slid me down the table to the end, pushing my legs open and spreading me before him. I turned slightly to look behind me. He looked like a Turkish god standing between my legs, his chest puffed out proudly displaying his muscles as he licked his hand and rubbed his own spit on his cock before moving up to my opened ass and guided his own cock forward. 

I felt the head press against me, and his slicked cock head popped in easily. I let out a loud groan as he inserted it, as I raised my hips a bit and pushed slightly backwards on him, taking another couple of inches of his thick shaft into me. I clutched the sides of the table and lowered my head as his huge hands slid lightly up to my waist as he slowly inched more of his tool into me. I heard him moaning as he pushed forward, sliding his raw cock into me until I felt his lower abs pressed hard against my ass.

He was all the way and I could FEEL his cock throbbing inside me.

He held me there for a few moments as I adjusted to his giant cock. I shuddered as that big hand of his moved around my waist to find my own hard cock and it wrapped around me. He moved slightly, adjusting his stance as he slowly started to stroke my cock. I was already releasing a stream of precum which he felt in his hand, causing him to groan out. He released my cock and backed his own cock straight out of me. I turned to see him massaging my own precum onto his cock just in time before he pushed it back into me, causing me to grunt. And then he leaned over me so I could feel his hard, muscled chest on top of my back and his hand found my cock again to stroke me as he started to slowly fuck me.

I arched my back, pushing upwards to feel his body over me, letting that sensation of another man’s naked flesh touching mine as he pumped into me a little faster now. I could feel his beard on my shoulders and neck as he started to kiss me all over as he fucked me, causing me to arch more and turn my head towards him.

His mouth moved to mine and he gently touched his lips on me. His beard tickled my nose as his lips opened and I felt his tongue pushing into me. I welcomed it in, opening my lips and kissing this man as he inched forward. Our bodies were now connected, his mouth on mine, his arms wrapping around me as he held me and stroked me. He moved one hand to my head to hold me in order to kiss me, but now he was doing so with more passion and intensity as we relaxed into it.

He pulled off me suddenly and stood back up. His hands moved to my hips and he started to fuck me hard, pounding that cock into me deep and with force. I grunted at each rough thrust, stretching out and down onto the table to take it. He hammered me hard that way, as I grunted and tried not to make too much noise. 

And then he pulled straight out, grabbed my ankles, and flipped me over effortlessly onto the table and rammed his cock back into me. Holding my ankles up and out he looked down at me looking up at him and fucked me harder. A grin came across his face as he looked at me, holding me there at his mercy. I noticed the sweat across his big pecs, the glean of droplets on his forehead as he pumped powerfully into me. I couldn’t help but smile back at him, taking in his masculine frame and sheer sexual energy as he punched my insides.

He pushed my legs wide and bent over me, leaning down to shove his tongue into my mouth once again and kissed me hard, groaning as he did. He grabbed my head with both hands, holding me as he fucked me brutally while kissing me with such ferocity, I thought he would eat me right up.

He was strong, holding me firmly, as he fucked me, the sounds of his body slamming into me matching our own moans vibrating around the room. He broke our kiss but continued his battering in my ass while he looked at me, his eyes staring hard into mine. He nodded to me, as if to say, “feels so fucking good,” with that grin of his. With his pointed beard, he could be the devil himself ready to claim me.

I responded by opening my legs wider holding them open with my hands and nodding back.

I braced myself, taking in his form: his muscled chest, his beard, his dark skin. I felt like Seth was back, to fuck me again. He continued to stare at me, fucking me with quick, relentless thrusts. I groaned with each one, as did he while the sound echoed around the room. He fucked me like that for a while, until he pulled me into him tight and stepped back, lifting me off the table and into the air, his lips clamping onto mine again to kiss me hard.

He fucked me standing up. Lifting me up and down on his giant cock. I was holding on to him firmly, remembering this exact position Seth fucked me in my own hotel room in Egypt. And I was overwhelmed with that memory, and then I really got into it. 

I leaned back from him, hanging on to him by his neck and started riding his cock as he held me up. I tried not to make any loud sounds, but I was lost. As moans and groans came out of me, one of his meaty hands clamped over my mouth as the other held me easily as he fucked me hard. He didn’t want anyone to hear us, but he was smiling. Wide. And loving this as he continued to fuck me rigorously.

I was gyrating on his cock, feeling like I couldn’t get enough of it. There is nothing sexier than a big muscled man picking you up and showing off his power by fucking you standing up. He let go of my mouth so he could put both hands on my ass and assisted me moving up and down his dick. It was like I was being impaled on a giant steel rod, sliding up and down my ass as the slapping sounds continued to fill the room. He pulled me back up into him, wanting to kiss me more. Fiercely. Intensely.

Then I was back on the table, roughly placed down, his cock still speared in me. He stood there above me, threw my legs onto his solid shoulders, grabbed my waist and pulled me into him tighter again and again to fuck me even rougher. His eyes were on mine as he punched my gut with his cock. I was feeling every inch of him I could as I lay there, studying him as the sound of my ass smacking against his body filled the room once again.

When he started groaning and picked up speed, I grabbed my cock. I wanted to cum together. I watched his face, studying his expression, feeling this cock drilling my ass, trying to time it perfectly. His eyebrows furrowed and he started grunting like an animal, and his grip tightened on me, pulling me into him with more force and intensity. I jerked my cock hard, ready to blow when he did.

And then his mouth fell open as he started to say something in Turkish, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I grabbed his waist as the first shot flew out of me and I bucked wildly under him. He grunted loud and then slammed into me hard, flooding me with his own sperm as mine continued to be shot out of me with each thrust from him. He held his cock deep in me as his large hands rested on my pecs. My hands moved up to feel his hard pecs and he bent down over me to bring his lips to mine. I opened to welcome his fat tongue into my mouth in a sensual kiss. He groaned as we kissed, his cock still inside me throbbing and pulsing. My hands moved to his wide back, feeling the muscles on him as I kissed this beast. His cock wasn’t going down, feeling still massive inside me. 

He pulled away from our kiss, his eyes on mine as he stood up straight. Then his hands were on my chest, moving down my stomach, grabbing my deflated cock and starting to massage it. He slowly backed his cock out of me, sliding out slowly, causing me to groan as he slipped out. He backed up toward the door and put his hands together in a sort of thank you. He bent down to pick up his towel and the bills I had given him earlier.

He smiled at me sweetly, then took my head in his hands and kissed me again. “Come back.” His voice was deep, gravelly. “Thank you.” He lifted the money and smiled again and opened the door and walked out. 

I laid there for a moment, catching my breath, listening to the sounds of him leaving and walking away as his cum dripped from my hole and my own cum ran down the sides of my chest. I raised my arm up over my forehead as I smiled. Once again, I had found a beast that could power fuck me deep. This was just what I needed.

I sat up on the table, grabbing my towel from the floor, wiping my head, my body, my ass. I let out a huge sigh.

That was the best massage ever.