Devon the Ripped Masseur

Chapter Three

Taking Control of Devon

My masked Black Masseur Devon and I finally exited the shower and toweled off.  Our cocks remained hard.  In the shower, he had been silent for several minutes—only moaning occasionally as I worked his big brown nipples with my tongue and teeth.  “Is my time up, Sir?” I asked while drying my dirty blonde pubes and armpit hair.  “Fuck no,” he responded, playfully swatting my swaying dick with his towel.  “You still got 60 minutes and I gotta massage you.”  I was tempted to wisecrack “Fuck the massage.  Let’s fuck,” but held my tongue.  He grabbed my left hand and led me back to the bedroom.  Pointing at his massage table on the far side of my bed, he said “Get on the table, face down.”

I don’t know what came over me (other than my lust for this muscle hunk) but I replied, “Why don’t you get on the table face down?”  He looked a bit shocked by my bold request although with his hood and mask I couldn’t tell if he was arching his eyebrows or doing something else with his facial features.  After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Okay, but you gotta do what I tell you to do.”  “No problem.  You’re my Dom,” I replied, while stroking my erect pole in his direction.

Devon seemed to like my response.  He clambered up onto his table face down.  He placed his face in the cradle.  “There’s oil in my leather bag,” he said, adding “Get it.”  I unzipped the bag and took out a bottle.  I squeezed some into my hands then wrapped my left hand around the shaft of my hard cock and continued jerking it.  Then I mounted the table and sat on my knees between Devon’s legs.  I spread his muscled quads and calves to the sides of the table, which exposed his hole.  His crack was smooth.  Leaning forward, I dripped a good amount of oil onto Devon’s broad muscled back.  Then I commenced kneading his muscles.  Soon he was sighing and moaning again, this time into the face cradle.  “Ahhhh, that feels so good, slave, keep it up,” he said.

I worked Devon's back muscles for several minutes then summoned my courage once more.  “Sir,” I began, “Your cock has probably deflated a bit by now.  Can I pull it back between your legs?”  “Okay,” was all I heard from the Black Masseur.  I reached between his legs and found his shaft.  It was semi-hard and easy to pull back with his smooth black balls.  My cock throbbed at the sight of the thick shaft and cock head between Devon’s muscled legs.  I dripped oil on his ebony-colored ass cheeks and then the length of his manhood.  

My hands went to work immediately on his firm butt, glutes and inner thighs.  I shifted into long strokes from the sides of his knees up along his thighs.  Once I reached his ass crack, I let my fingers slide down his increasingly hard shaft to his cock head.  He moaned each time my hands slid up towards his crack and as they danced back along his downward pointing dick.  I could tell he was getting worked up when he spread his legs even wider and arched his pelvis upwards.  This position gave me even better access to his hole and I immediately dripped oil into his ass crack.  Now my hands massaged along his inner thighs until they reached his crack.  I moved them deep inside the crack.  Each time, my fingers brushed against his pucker before they moved back down onto his shaft and swollen head.  “Ohhhhh,” he moaned like a bitch in heat, “Oh fuck….”

I was becoming more brazen by the minute.  I leaned forward and slowly pressed my chest against his upper back.  My hard cock pushed into his exposed ass crack.  My face was close to his right ear.  I whispered, “You like this…Master Devon?”  For a moment he said nothing but then whispered back “Fuck, baby, yes….you’re being so good to me, slave.”  I smiled and pushed myself back up before leaning between his legs.  I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and spread them.  Then I inserted my face into his crack searching with my tongue for his hole.  When I found it, I twirled my tongue around it.  The sensation made him squirm.  It was a needy squirm, though.  I could tell he wanted more, and my tongue pushed against his outer rim.  “Oh…oh…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he panted in pleasure.  I began slowly lapping at his pucker, letting my tongue dart in until I needed to take a breath.  My ripped Black Masseur was suddenly writhing on the massage table.  When I pushed up for a moment I could see pre-cum seeping from the slit of his mushroom head.  I leaned down and let my tongue swipe the slit to taste his sweet cream.

After several minutes of the hottest rimming I’ve ever done, I knew I wanted more.  I wanted him.  I wanted to own my Black Masseur’s hole.  But would he let me?  I thought so but wasn’t sure.  I dripped some oil on the fingers of my right hand and began massaging Devon’s crack again.  I found his hole and slowly inserted my index finger.  He gasped a bit but didn’t fight me.  Then I inserted a second oily digit followed a few moments later by a third.  “Oh Godddddddd,” he sighed into the face cradle.  My three fingers searched and prodded until they felt his gland.  “Ohhhhhhhh…Fuuuuucccckkkkkk!” he exclaimed ecstatically.  I was sure he was feeling tingles everywhere.  More pre-cum appeared at his slit.  Devon had become putty in my hands.

I finally withdrew my fingers from Devon’s stretched hole and slid up onto his back again, lodging my hard cock in his crack once more.  I whispered into his right ear, “What do you want…Master?  Want me to fuck your beautiful hole?”  “Yes, yes,” he said in a sex-hazed voice, “fuck my hole, own my hole!”  His profile had said he was on PrEP, which I was as well.  So I didn’t hesitate, “Fuck, I’m gonna make you feel good,” I replied and drew my upper torso back up.  

This time I grabbed his plentiful hips and pulled him backwards until his ass pointed upwards with him lying on his forearms.  I moved closer and rubbed my swollen cock head through his oiled crack, pausing to graze his pucker.  I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck my Black Alpha Dom.  With my left hand I guided the tip of my 7” cock to his hole and pressed on it.  The head began to disappear inside breaching his outer ring.  “Oh…Oh…Oh….” he grunted.  I took my time moving my cock head and shaft ever deeper inside.  Finally, my balls rested on his ass cheeks.  

Changing the tone of my voice, I taunted “Needy, aren’t you…Bitch?”  He immediately understood and began begging me submissively, “Yeah, fuck me, Sir!  Pound my hole!”  I could tell he had adjusted to my thick invading rod.  Then I dug my hands into his hips and started thrusting.  “Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh,” he moaned.  His ass was thoroughly lubed with oil and soon I was fucking in and out of it like a piston.  He cried out “OH FUCK, OH SHIT…KEEP GOING, FUCK ME HARDER!!!”  He was a lust-filled slut at this point.  I grinned and kept pounding away.  

I moved my right hand around his waist and found the shaft of his thick hard dick.  The helmet head was wet with his excitement and provided lube to stroke him in tandem with my thrusts.  “OH FUCK!” he yelled, “NOT GONNA LAST!”  I stopped jerking and squeezed the head of his cock.  “You’ll cum when I tell you to cum, Bitch!” I commanded.  “Yes, Sir!” he replied.

I continued railing his hole for several minutes.  He whimpered as I banged into him over and over again.  Whenever he tried to grab his cock, I swatted his hand away.  He finally collapsed entirely on his chest.  I moved my hands to his shoulders and humped him hard.  

Finally, I pulled out and tapped on Devon’s right obliques.  He got the hint and rolled onto his back.  The sight of him was hot as fuck.   His 50” pecs and cut abs lay before me.  His mask hid his facial expressions but his hard 8.5 or 9” cock told me all I needed to know.  Damn if it wasn’t twitching. “Fuck me, please Sir!” he begged.  I nodded, lifted his muscled quads and moved back into position.  Soon I was plowing him missionary style while holding his legs up in the air and spread wide apart.  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  “This what you needed?” I demanded as I pummeled his ass.  “YES, FUCK YES, RAM MY HOLE!!!” he cried out, then whimpered each time I thrust into him.  His eyes rolled backwards.  He had become my personal sex toy.

Now I was getting close.  I was gonna breed my ripped Black Masseur with probably the biggest load of my life.  Then I looked down and realized his big cock was long enough that I might be able to lean down and capture it in my mouth.  I slowed my thrusts, arched my back and bent down.  My left hand wrapped around his shaft and lifted his cock towards my mouth.  I extended my tongue and licked his velvety cock head.  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” he exclaimed.  I started lapping his mushroom head and v-spot as he writhed uncontrollably underneath me.  

My load was rising and I knew I couldn’t hold on.  Suddenly, his big cock erupted and white cum splashed against my lips and began dripping down the side of his shaft.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” I grunted and spasmed above him as I exploded my load into his hole while my tongue twirled around his swollen head.  I leaned down further and managed to capture his entire helmet in my mouth and swallowed his remaining release.  It was as sweet and creamy as the first time around.

I collapsed on his chest with my still hard dick still in his ass.  Only after laying quietly for a minute or so did I pull out and sit back up.  I slid forward onto his chest and let my dangling cock bump against his black mask.  I double-bi-flexed over him.  I could see his eyes widen before he opened his mouth and sucked down my manhood.  

His suction was intense.  “Such a good boy," I said.  He nodded submissively as he finished his job.

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We took a post-coital shower together.  The large rainwater shower head poured warm water on our bodies as we hugged and caressed each other.  Our cocks were behaving but it felt wonderful to have them rub against each other, even when soft.  The only weird thing was that he still wore his black hood and mask.  I so wanted to see his face and to kiss him deeply.  But I settled for the hugs and caresses.

After we toweled off, I did ask “Devon, would you be willing to take off your mask?”  He said “Maybe next time.  But only if we wrestle and you win.”  I laughed but replied “Well, you’re obviously stronger than me, but I know few things from underground wrestling.  And I can fight dirty.”  “I doubt it,” Devon said with a chuckle, “But it would be fun if you wore a mask as well.  Then the winner would remove the loser’s mask before fucking him.”  I smiled, “You’re on.”

Then I felt his big cock pulse against mine.  The idea obviously had Devon horned up again.

(The End.)