Traveling around the county, I made my way to an all-inclusive rain forest lodge at the foot of a volcano. The coned peak dominated the lush landscape.
I settled into my room and made my way to lunch toward the end of the service hours.
My sporty waiter – Santiago – caught my eye, giving me a big smile as he directed me to a table. Brown skin, a strong jaw and cheek bones, a slim fit body, and a winning personality.
We chatted – and flirted – as he brought me a beverage, entre, and dessert. I stretched, relaxing from the long journey and filling meal, cracking my shoulders.
“I can help you with that,” he said. “After lunch, I give massages in the spa. I have one opening left, later today, at the end of my shift.”
We settled the details and I returned to my room for a nap, a hike on the grounds, and a dip in the pool.
I toweled off, carefully squeezing water from the speedo that clung, dripping, to my ample package and butt.
Checking the time, I was a few minutes away from my massage appointment. I hadn’t given myself enough time to return to my room to change. So, towel draped over my shoulder, I went to the spa in my slowly drying speedo.
Santiago met me in the waiting area. I’d taken a seat on a polished and sealed wooden bench looking out at the volcano.
He wore a pair of white linen shorts and a partial buttoned white linen shirt. His defined, smooth chest showed nicely, and there were hints of a dark package hanging freely under the shorts.
“Nice speedo,” he commented, giving my package and butt a once over.
Giving his body another look, his package definitely dangling freely in the shorts and his dark nipples showing through the shirt, I winked at him, “Nice linens.”
“Please,” he said with a flourish and a cheeky smile, “Follow me.”
He ushered me down a short hall and into a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a few candles and the overcast sky seen through the floor to ceiling windows. Calming music played softly in the background and the room was pleasantly warm. The room was sparse, with a massage table, towel rack, and some polished wood furniture like in the waiting area.
“You can leave your towel on the rack and take the fresh one there,” Santiago said. “You can also leave your speedo hanging there.”
I slipped out of my speedo, the wet material peeling off my muscled butt and full but flaccid dick. Santiago clearly watched me undress despite pretending to be preparing items for the massage. Rather than wrap the fresh towel around myself, I gave him a show.
Naked, I arrange my speedo and wet towel on the rack, left my phone and room key on a polished wood table, and walked over to the massage table, my 5inch full, flaccid dick swaying with my low hanging balls.
Santiago enjoyed my show and made no effort to pretend he wasn’t looking. My boldness had given him a free hand to be bold himself.
“Face down please,” he said. “I can place the towel over your butt, or you can remain free and open.” It was clear which choice he preferred.
“I like to be free,” I said, tucking my penis and balls downward and getting comfortable on the table. “And open,” I added just before nestling my face into the rounded, cushioned opening.
“HHhhhhmmmm,” Santiago hummed, tracing his fingers lightly over my body, “Let’s see what we can do for you then.” He started with just his hands, no oil, giving me a brief head massage before moving down to my neck, over my shoulders, down and back up my arms, down my back, over my butt to my thighs, with just a quick swipe over my dick and balls, and down my legs to my feet.
He then slowly dripped hot oil on my body and slicked his hands, following the same routine massaging his way down my body from head to feet.
He returned to my head, adding oil to his hands, and massaged my head in earnest, moving to my neck and shoulders, concertedly working my muscles.
His hands melted my knots away and had my brain in fuzzy relaxation.
He’d also gotten warm with his exertions.
“Mind if I remove my shirt,” he asked, wiping sweat from his brow onto his arm.
“No problem,” I said, raising my head to watch him unbutton and pull his short off over his head, revealing a flat stomach with 6 pack abs and not a hair to be found. His nipples were dark brown and set on smooth, cut pec muscles.
“Much better,” he said, coming back to the head of the table, his dick swinging inside his shorts. I was sure his dick was longer than before, tenting his shorts more.
He added more oil to his hands and continued working my head, neck, and shoulders. Working over my upper back to my lower back, he stepped closer to the table, his legs pressed against the side, his dick draped along the side of my face.
I turn my head to see the dark outline of his dick through the linen close enough that I could lick him. Close enough that I could smell the linen of his shorts and a faint, fresh musk of his manliness underneath.
He leaned over me, his flat, cut abs curving to my head as he massaged the top of my naked butt, working the glutes and lower back.
His dick twitched and I breathed in deep, my own cock expanding between my legs, lengthening along the massage table.
His body shifted, his dick swinging and it hit my face.
He paused, maybe worried he’d gone too far. His body frozen with his dick dangling down my face.
I opened my mouth and licked his linen shroud flesh.
He sighed and stood up, stepping back slightly.
I raised my head fully as he stepped away, his 6inch uncut dark dick tenting his shorts in line with my face.
“Looks like you need a massage too,” I teased, grinning, flicking my gaze between his cock and his face.
“I can massage your throat if you’d like some extra service,” he said, swinging his hips, his swelling dick making the linen shorts ripple. “And it looks like you need some extra attention yourself,” he added, eyeing my dick, hard, like a third leg resting on the table.
“Grab my phone and call my husband, Arjun,” I said. “We play together, as best we can, so he will want to watch.”
Santiago smirked, his eyes glittering at the thought, “You guys are naughty. I love it.” He grabbed my phone, made the call, positioned the phone to capture the massage table activities, and resumed his position with his dick dangling along my face, his abs curved to my head, and his hands massaging my ass and lower back.
“Oooh hot,” I heard Arjun exclaim as he answered the video call. “Get that uncut dick Grant. And get that ass random masseuse.”
I heard Santiago moan and felt him drop his shorts, the soft linen fabric rubbing my cheek as they feel and his silky, hard dick bouncing free, settling on my face. It grew further, rising to the occasion, twitching in contact with my skin.
“Santiago here,” my masseuse said, addressing Arjun. “Nice to meet you. Your husband said you’d want to watch, and that we couldn’t play around if you weren’t here to see it.”
Arjun nodded, “That’s our rule.” I heard him shuffling around, getting naked, stroking his dick while watching the action unfold.
Tilting my head, I licked Santiago’s uncut meat, getting it wet, and then sucked it into my mouth. His dick was like an iron rod covered in soft flesh. Bobbing side to side in fast, short movements on his dick, I was consumed by desire for his meat and sucked him as best I could in the tight confines between the massage table and his muscled abdomen.
Santiago moaned and stood back up, giving me greater leverage on his dick. His hands trailed up my back as he stood, refocusing on massaging my head and neck.
My head swiveled from a tilt to a more natural position and my neck curved back, bobbing my face up and down on his dick. Santiago’s hips started to move. For a while we worked in tandem, me bobbing on his dick and he swung it, but over time my bobbing lessened and his swinging became outright thrusts until I just let him fuck my face while maintaining his work massaging my head and neck.
“Fuck yeah,” Arjun goaded. “Feed him you cock Santiago.”
I moaned, relaxing my throat, letting more of him inside. My tongue slipped around, feeling his hard shaft gliding over it.
Santiago leaned over, gyrating his dick into my mouth, and worked the top of my butt, but he wasn’t tall enough to get lower.
Pulling out of my mouth, he traced my lips with his dickhead before walking to the far side of the table from my phone, giving Arjun the full view.
I kept my hands positioned close to the edge of the table at my sides, turning my head to watch him move.
He worked on my upper to lower back, moving along the side of the table, his dick wagging enticingly in the air. His outer thigh pressed up against my hand, moving along it so my hand was soon at his inner thigh.
I stretched my fingers out, tracing along his smooth, low hanging sac and up to the base of his hard cock.
He moaned and moved to my arm, massaging the muscles in the upper arm and then taking my hand from exploring his dick into the air, massaging my forearm, hand, and fingers.
Lowering my arm, he placed it right in front of his erect dick. My hand wrapped around his meat, slowly jacking him, drawing out another moan.
His massaging moved on to my lower back and glutes, kneading my ass cheeks.
I kept jacking his dick as he moved lower, working my taint and sac, gently rolling my testicles around and deeply massaging into my taint. Precum flooded out of my hard dick, still stretched out behind me, pressed uncomfortably into the table, my nectar soaking into the towel covering.
I moaned and Arjun goaded us on, “Get it boys.”
“That looks uncomfortable for you,” Santiago said, eyeing my dick, his oiled fingers running the length of it. “Let me adjust you.” He climbed onto the back of the table, straddling my legs. He pulled my hips up, lifting them a few inches before wrapping a hand around my cock and repositioning it under my body. My dick was now full mast and throbbing his Santiago’s oiled hand, resting comfortably under my abdomen.
He began to stroke me. His oiled, precum slicked hand sliding smoothly up and down my dick.
“Fuck,” I moaned, lifting my hips higher, my butt cheeks spreading open, my exposed hole in Santiago’s face.
“Hot fucking hole Grant,” he said, blowing air over my crack.
“He loves having his ass eaten,” Arjun chimed in, stroking his dick, watching the scene intently.
“Fuck,” Santiago moaned, spitting on my hole and licking up his spit.
“AAAHHHH fuuuuuuck,” I yelled, feeling his tongue licking and bathing my hole.
Santiago worked into fully eating my ass over the course of a minute and I pushed my butt back into his face. He sucked on my hole, then pressed his tongue to the pucker, splitting me open, piercing my insides.
“NNNNNaaaaaaaa faaaauuuuuck,” I moaned, precum shooting from my dick which he continued stroking.
His tongue left my hole to be quickly replaced with his middle finger. Santiago swirled it around the edge and before pressing inside.
“HHHAAAA,” I cried out, ass twitching at the delightful invasion.
“Fuck man,” Santiago moaned. “Your ass sucked my finger right in.” I was open, eager, and horned up.
“Give me all of it,” I moaned, rocking my ass on his finger, fucking myself.
Santiago whistled and worked my ass and cock like a pro, fingering my hole, massaging all the areas he could reach and twisting and turning his hand around on my rock-hard dick. As he worked, softly moaning, I was moaning and yelling loudly, pleasuring rippling through my body, biting on the towel covered cushion on the massage table.
Then his hands left my body, and I felt his cock slap along my crack and then slap again, targeted on my hole.
I groaned.
He rubbed his dick up and down my crack, slapping it over my hole a second time.
“Fuck yeah,” I moaned.
“You want me to fuck you,” Santiago teased, dick slapping my hole a third time.
“Yes,” Arjun and I said at the same time as I pressed my ass back into his dick.
“You want me to fuck you while your husband watches,” Santiago teased, dick sliding along my crack while looking at Arjun on the phone. His hands gripped my muscled glutes, pressing them together over his dick, creating a chute that he fucked.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck my ass.”
Arjun, jacking his dick, told Santiago, “Fuck him good!”
Immediately upon hearing our encouragement, Santiago drove all 6.5inches of his dick into my ass.
We both yelled in pleasure, my ass consuming his dick. He wasted no time, realizing my ass was game, and fucked me hard. He pulled fully out and slammed back in. Out and in. Pounding my hole.
“Fucking hell,” Santiago moaned. “Your ass came take a pounding right off the bat!”
The sounds of moans and skin slapping resonated around the room.
He built to a fast rhythm, kept his dick inside, jackhammering my ass and driving us quickly to the edge of orgasm.
He pulled out of my ass, flipped me over, and jumped off the table.
“One second,” he said, running his hand over my body before running to the bathroom. I heard him washing.
His came back with his dick cleaned, dripping fresh water and precum.
My 8inch cut dick was throbbing in midair, dripping precum onto my abdomen, and my anus twitched.
Santiago climbed onto the massage table and straddled my hips.
“My ass needs a massage too, before we both cum,” he explained before grabbing my dick, oiling his anus, and sinking himself down on my member.
It took Santiago a bit longer to get all of me inside than he took to get fully inside of me. He had more of my dick to contend with and his hole hadn’t been prepped like mine had been. He moaned the entire way down, feeling my long cock opening his anus. Eventually he bottomed out, a look of pure ecstasy washing over his face.
He let out a low, long, “ffffaaaauuuuuuuuccckkkkkk,” as he leaned forward, kissing me.
I held the back of his head as we traded tongues, and begin to move my hips, pressing my dick deeper into his tight, warm ass.
He moaned into my mouth, leaning into me, and I gain more leverage, fucking his ass with a few inches of my dick.
He leaned back and squatted, riding me as I fucked him.
“GGGaaaaaaaaa, fuck, hhooo fuck, yeah man, take my cock” we moaned. “You’re so fucking big! I’m not gonna last long.”
“And you’re so fucking tight my cock is about to explode,” I yelled, ramming my dick into his ass.
He rode faster, his hand squeezing my muscular pecs and biceps.
“Ahhhhh fuck,” we both moan, our faces contorting.
My hands found his smooth, firm, plump butt cheeks and smacked them hard before clapping down, squeezing them, feeling his muscles work as he rode me with abandon.
“FFFUUCCKKK,” he cried out, slamming down on my dick before bouncing back up. His anus tightened and spasmed, milking my dick.
I screamed in pleasure as my cock burst and cum flooded his ass, my dick pumping, raging inside of him.
“Ahhh fuck,” I heard Santiago yell as my grunts of orgasmic pleasure drown the room. “Fuck, fuck, yeeaahhhh fuck!”
He slammed down on my dick before bouncing off, his hand catching my freed cock, stroking the final ejaculations out as he presented his dick to me.
“Swallow my load,” he grunted, shoving his dick into my mouth and fucking my face, cum exploding immediately from his dick into my mouth. His load was warm, salty, and fresh. And in great quantity.
I swallowed it fast, moaning, as rope after rope of his massive load sprayed into my mouth. As he continued to cum, fucking my face, he penetrated deeper and deeper, the head of his exposed glans reaching for the top of the throat. He also kept stroking my cock, which with the taste of his cum, found more of my own seed to release, extending my orgasm.
“AAAAhhhh fuck,” Santiago yelled as the last of his load shoot down my throat.
He sat down on my chest, his dick slipping from my mouth to rest on my neck.
He stopped milking my dick, letting it flop down, coming to a rest in my cum gutter.
Eventually he got up but remained naked, his full but flaccid dick dangling free, his nuts slowly drooping back down to hang in his sac.
“Let’s finish that massage then,” he said, oiling his hands, giving me a quick peck on the lips before continuing.
I looked over at the phone to see Arjun wiping up his mess, grinning at me though the phone. He stayed on the call, watching the rest of the massage, Santiago and I naked, sated, just enjoying the post-orgasmic moment and the feeling of male intimacy.
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