Standalone Story - The Massage (Patreon)

Hi everyone. As we wait for book four of Kingswood to start, I promised you some other content to fill the usual Friday Kingswood slot. Today I present to you 'The Massage', a standalone short story (i.e. there will not be any further installments!!)

You will probably notice right away, this story is enhanced (hopefully) with some pictures. As always, the images are AI generated. That does mean appearances and backgrounds may change slightly between images and they're not doing in the pictures exacly what they're doing on the story, but they give a good idea of the two characters involved.

I hope you enjoy. Feedback welcomed as always.

“The full package, is it?” the young woman asked, eyeing the slightly anxious man in front of her up and down for a moment as she accepted the cash he was holding.

Morgan gulped slightly. Was she being deliberately suggestive or was it his hormone-addled mind playing tricks on him. Was it even ‘suggestive’ for her to be offering exactly what he had come to the massage parlour to get? He nodded nervously back at her. Being nervous was an unusual feeling for the confident young man, certainly not something he was used to, but the moment he set foot into the establishment it had gripped him tightly.

Morgan was, by anyone’s measure, a painfully attractive man. The twenty-four-year-old had a physique that drew admiration from other members of his gym, as well as covetous looks from both men and women. His dark eyes, charming smile, pale-but-tanned skin, strong jawline and undeniably handsome features all made him stand out, even amongst his more attractive peers.

In his teens, he had used his good looks to really play the field, enjoying having the pick of the women who virtually threw themselves at him. While he did get a little arrogant, and even complacent, he never really crossed the line into being a total womanising douchebag.

All of that stopped when he het Alice, or rather, it stopped a few weeks after he met her! She was definitely an enjoyable girl to date, but the decision of whether or not to pursue her long-term was taken away the day Alice revealed she was pregnant. Having decided to stay together, what followed was the inevitable engagement, then wedding, then the birth of their first child and, 20 months later, their second. The small family were picture perfect… on the surface at least. Underneath, neither Morgan nor Alice were particularly happy, especially as their second child had been the death knell of an already-failing sex life.

Thankfully, Morgan had other things to occupy him in both body and mind. He was a dedicated worker, quickly working his way up into a middle management corporate position that demanded a lot of his energy. He also dedicated a lot of time to Harry and Becky, his two kids, and any energy he had left went into his time at the gym. It all added up to a decent life, almost enough to allow Morgan to ignore the needs of his neglected penis. A wank in the shower at the gym was good enough for a while, but it could only help for so long.

An affair actually crossed his mind. After all, the offers were still very much there, but even with his marriage not living up to his needs, he was determined to honour it. But still, the need for relief was there… and growing! That was when he overheard a conversation at work. Listening in as the two men talked, he heard one telling the other about the massage parlour he had found, about how they offered ‘extra services’ that absolutely rocked his world, while remaining utterly discreet. It sounded perfect and, after eavesdropping on a few more details, Morgan planned a visit.

Having told Alice he was working late, something that happened often enough to not even raise an eyebrow, he had booked himself in at the establishment and headed there after work. Now that he was actually there, the reality of the situation was kicking in. Sure, it was no affair, there was no emotion or attachment to whatever was about to happen, but he still knew he shouldn’t be doing it. And yet… somehow… that actually made it more exciting.

“You can go straight in,” the young woman said, gesturing to one of the doors across the small waiting area, “Number three!”

Morgan nodded again and walked over, knocked gently and walked in. Inside, he found a surprisingly normal-looking set up – a small room with a massage table in the centre, a privacy screen off to one side and a table in the corner filled with various bottles. The air was heavily scented, though Morgan wasn’t sure whether it was intended to be relaxing, or just a way of covering up the scent of previous ‘full services’.

He walked over to the table and looked around, surprised to find himself alone and a little at a loss for what to do. Was he supposed to strip off now, or wait to be told? He blushed at the thought of being told to undress, but faltered at the thought of being naked when he wasn’t supposed to be. Thankfully, he heard the door behind him open before he actually decided. “Should I go and…” he started, but paused as he turned and saw a man standing in the doorway. “Oh, am I… am I in the wrong room?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t think so,” the man said with a charming smile, “Morgan Andrews, six o’clock, right?” He closed the door behind him and looked Morgan up and down.

Morgan looked back. The new arrival was a little taller than him, which was a rare occurrence, and though his muscles showed through his plain white t-shirt and the white shorts exposed muscular legs, he didn’t have quite the same bulk as Morgan. His pale brown skin looked positively radiant against the crisp whiteness of his clothes, while the smile he still bore lit up his face. His head was shaved and the light growth adorning his jaw and top lip looked more the result of a normal day’s growth than any actual intent at sporting stubble.

“Y… yeah, that’s… umm… yeah,” Morgan replied, looking round cautiously. “That’s me, umm…” he started shakily, “Is the… I mean… umm… masseur, that’s the word, do I… get ready for her now?”

“Getting ready certainly makes it easier to start,” the man said, his smile turning into a cheeky grin. “And ‘her’ is a ‘he’, as in… me! Hi, I’m Orion” the masseur introduced himself.

“Oh, I… umm… I think… I think maybe there’s… there’s been some kind of mix-up,” Morgan said, suddenly feeling the urge to run and glad he hadn’t already started stripping. “I, umm… I wasn’t expecting you to be…” he trailed off awkwardly.

“Black?” Orion asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Morgan sternly.

“What!? No!” Morgan yelped, terrified that was how it had come across, “That… that’s… it’s, I’m not… I’m not racist, I swear, I was going to say I was expecting you to be a girl! A woman! I mean a woman, not a girl!”

Orion started laughing as he shook his head and said, “Just messing with you. I think it’s pretty clear what you were expecting, but… well… I’m what you’ve got!”

“Oh, umm… is there,” Morgan started, then paused as he tried to think of a polite way to put it. When he realised there wasn’t one, he just continued, “Is there someone else? Someone female maybe?”

“Probably,” Orion nodded as he strolled across the room to the table of oils, “But not in this place. Only male masseurs here, well, except Blaze and they’re non-binary but male-presenting, plus they’re not here today, so it’s me or… nothing!”

“Oh, I… I think… I should go!” Morgan said, taking a step towards the door.

“Fair,” Orion nodded, “But hey, I mean… you’re here. Maybe I’m not what you expected but I could at least give you a standard massage.”

“Umm… I… umm…” Morgan mumbled awkwardly.

Orion smirked as he looked Morgan up and down. “Mate, you clearly need it. You look so tense I can see the knots in your muscles THROUGH your shirt. Seriously, just a massage, we’ll refund the ‘extras’ for you so you just pay for the basic package!” As Morgan stared back at him silently, he cocked his head and said, “If you’re not happy with it, full refund. Satisfaction guaranteed! What’ve you got to lose?”

Morgan considered another step towards the door, but Orion was right. Ironically, the thought of coming for a ‘massage’ had wound him up so tightly that he really did need one. After a few thoughtful seconds he nodded gently.

“Great,” Orion said cheerfully, showing a row of perfect white teeth. “Why don’t you head behind the screen and strip off. If you’re the confident type, you can let it all hang out, but if you’re shy, there’s a towel behind there for you!”

Morgan scowled a little at the comment. It really felt like his manhood was being challenged by the offer of the towel, and it was particularly annoying as he knew he would end up using it, regardless of his ‘confidence’. He headed behind the screen and pulled off his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt.

“Gonna go out on a limb,” Orion called out, “And guess this is your first time!”

“Umm, yeah,” Morgan called back, nodding despite the fact Orion couldn’t see him.

“Well don’t worry, I don’t bite,” Orion reassured him, then offered a playful, “That costs extra!”

Morgan laughed a little, but it stopped as he realised he wasn’t actually sure if Orion was joking or not. He slipped the shirt down off of his shoulders and looked down at himself. He had hit the gym particularly hard the last few days, partly to give himself time to contemplate his plan, but mostly to ensure he looked as good as possible when he inevitably went through with it. He wanted to look his very best for the girl he got (or expected to get!). He didn’t know if he needed to look good. After all, he was going to be paying for a service, it wasn’t like they had to be attracted to him. It made the quick trim he had given his body hair seem a little superfluous, but looking down at his lightly-furred chest and treasure trail, he realised it was worth it just to look his best anyway.

He undid his trousers and pushed them down, leaving himself in just his underwear as he slipped his shoes and socks off to remove the clothing. He had opted for briefs today, his smallest pair, unsure if he would be leaving them on at first and keen to give his masseur as much skin to work with as possible. The skimpy underwear clung heavily to his sizeable package.

Orion suddenly called out, “If you’re scared and wanna change your mind…”

“I’m not!” Morgan snapped, annoyed at another challenge of his nerve. He grabbed his underwear and pushed them down then promptly wrapped one of the tiny towels around his waist. It was only just long enough to meet as he grasped the two ends at his hip, and barely tall enough to cover his butt and privates. Annoyed that he could feel himself blushing, he stepped out from behind the screen.

“There ya go,” Orion said, smiling jovially, “If you wanna lie down on the table, we can get started. Just checking you don’t have any allergies I should be aware of?”

“No, none,” Morgan stated as he sat down on the table. Unsure what position he needed to be in, he lifted his legs and laid down onto his back, painfully conscious of the fact the two ends of the towel had parted further, leaving his entire naked side exposed to Orion.

“Oh, starting on the front then, not a problem,” Orion nodded.

“Oh, umm… should I… flip?” Morgan asked, feeling a little foolish, but unsure why.

“No, this is fine,” Orion reassured him, reaching out to grab his shoulder as he sat up slightly. He gently pushed Morgan back down.

Morgan shuddered a little at the hand against his bare skin, which seemed utterly ridiculous considering what was about to happen.

“Is this okay for you?” Orion asked, holding a bottle near Morgan’s face. He wafted one hand to wave the scent towards him and said, “I like my customers to enjoy all of their senses!”

Morgan felt his head spin a little. The odour was strong, but while it made him feel a little light-headed, it was a pleasant smell, bearing a hint of sweetness to it. “Yeah, that’s… that’s fine, what’s in it?”

“Ah, secret special blend,” Orion grinned as he moved away briefly, dimmed the lights a little and then poured some of the oil onto his hand. Placing the bottle down, he started rubbing his hands together and moved to the head of the table. “But it always gets the job done. Now try to relax, okay. Not really going to work if you stay all hunched up like that!”

Looking up as Orion towered over him, with his head still spinning a little, he nodded gently. Morgan had not realised just how tense he was, but as he took a deep breath and another lungful of the sweet scent, he allowed his shoulders to slacken a little. They quickly hunched back up as Orion touched him. A hand had reached either side of Morgan’s head and down to lie palm-down on his pectorals. The slippery hands kneaded them for just a moment before sliding up to his shoulders. “Ohhh!” Morgan groaned, shuddering a little at the calming sensation of the deft fingers rubbing him. Realising the noise he had made, he blushed heavily and muttered, “Sorry!”

“Oh, you do NOT need to apologise for making noise,” Orion chuckled, then gave both shoulders a firm squeeze as he added, “I know it feels good. That’s kinda the whole point!”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Morgan giggled nervously, though it was quickly followed by another moan as Orion continued working away at him. Letting out a long sigh as he felt himself melting into the feeling, he said a little dreamily, “Okay, maybe a massage WAS a good idea!”

Orion laughed and nodded, grinning as he looked down at Morgan whose eyes raised to meet his. “Yup, never takes ‘em long to realise that!” he said confidently.

“You… do this a lot then?” Morgan asked, then winced at the stupidity of the question.

“Of course,” Orion nodded, “It’s literally my job. Well… one of them!”

“You do… other things?” Morgan asked curiously as Orion’s hands moved back to knead at his ample pecs.

“Mmm-huh,” Orion hummed, seemingly undistracted by the chatter as he was able to continue working as he did it, “Let’s just say that Orion is… a stage name!”

“Oh!” Morgan exclaimed. He wasn’t sure he had jumped to exactly the right conclusion, but he knew he had to be pretty close.

“The other job pays better but I enjoy this one MUCH more!” Orion said, then shot a playful wink down to Morgan.

Morgan blushed and averted his gaze.

“I was right, too! You’ve got some serious knots going on here. Been stressed a lot recently, have you?” Orion enquired curiously.

“No more than usual,” Morgan said, not keen to share his woes.

Orion nodded and started, “And usually, you’re…” He trailed off to prompt Morgan.

“Pretty stressed, yeah, okay,” Morgan nodded, unsure why he had admitted it so openly. He figured it was hard to really keep anything concealed when almost nothing about you is ACTUALLY concealed.

“And you… booked in for the ‘full package’, yes?” Orion probed as his hands slid back up to Morgan’s shoulders, then down onto his arms.

Morgan nodded a little and started, “Yeah, but you said…”

“Just asking,” Orion said, shaking his head, “Trying to paint a picture in my mind. I find it’s easier to get my clients to relax if I understand WHAT causes the stress!”

“Oh,” Morgan said, blushing again.

“And if that’s what you’d booked in for, then I’m guessing you’ve not got much action going on elsewhere!” Orion said softly.

Morgan scowled a little, once again feeling his masculinity being challenged by the line of questioning.

“Hey, sorry,” Orion said as he felt Morgan tense up, “Not trying to pick a fight or offend you or anything. I swear. Everyone has dry spells and there’s absolutely no fuckin’ shame in it. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want!”

Morgan huffed slightly, but it gave way to another pleasured moan as he felt Orion’s hands working his biceps, which ached a little from his last workout. After a few moments and more enjoyable rubbing, he sighed again and said, “Kids!” He frowned a little to himself and added, “Since they came along…”

“Ah, I see,” Orion nodded, “That… is NOT an unusual thing. Really happens more than you’d expect, so you’re definitely not alone there, mate!”

“Yeah?” Morgan replied, eyebrows raised as he looked up and saw the perfect teeth show once again as Orion smiled down at him. Slightly distracted by the apparent moment of connection, Morgan took a few seconds to realise what the sensation was he was feeling… his cock was swelling. It wasn’t a full-on, raging erection that would spring up instantly, but he felt his cock thicken just a little. Panicking briefly, he bucked his hips as he said, “I should flip so you can do the back!”

“No, not yet!” Orion said as he immediately grabbed him again, holding his shoulders down, though the rest of Morgan’s body bucked… just enough to throw the towel off.

“Fuck!” Morgan blushed, reaching down to try and cover up. He had managed to drop back down to lie on more of the towel and as he pulled at it, there wasn’t enough to pull over and hide his penis, so he clasped his hands over it instead.

“Oh,” Orion said, moving round to the side of the table, “Are you… getting hard?”

“Umm… umm… I… umm…” Morgan stuttered, feeling absolutely pathetic.

“Hey, relax,” Orion said with a nod as he reached out and placed a hand on Morgan’s, “Do you have any idea how rarely I get someone on this table who DOESN’T pop a boner? It’s not a big deal. It happens. It’s just… what dicks do. It doesn’t mean anything, I ain’t gonna judge you for it, and if it’s size you’re worried about…”

“Definitely not!” Morgan interrupted confidently.

“Oh,” Orion said, his face lighting up in another grin, “I know fake bravado when I see it, and that is NOT it!”

Morgan actually managed a slight chuckle. He certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to size!

“Lift your butt,” Orion said as he grabbed at the towel.

Morgan complied, expecting to have the towel draped over him, so he was a little shocked when Orion pulled it out and tossed it aside.

“It’ll just be in the way and you seem confident enough to be okay with it,” Orion said with a nod.

Morgan tried to hide his frown, but once again felt himself challenged, and this time he was determined to rise to it. “Yeah,” he said and dropped his hands away.

He was right to be self-assured about his endowment. Admittedly he was now sporting a semi, but his cock was both thick and long. Had he been standing, it would have protruded slightly, hanging down over a heavy ball sac. Lying on his back, it just rested on his stomach.

“Impressive,” Orion nodded. He poured more oil into his hand and reached down to start rubbing again, but as he saw Morgan flinch a little, he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll… work around it!”

Morgan closed his eyes and shook his head gently, utterly embarrassed to have his penis talked about by another man. On the bright side, it did manage to prevent his cock from swelling as it shrunk back down to its normal (but still ample) size.

“So how old are the kids?” Orion asked conversationally as he continued the massage.

“Six and four,” Morgan replied, hoping the casual chatter might make the entire thing less awkward.

As the gentle exchange continued, Morgan began to relax again, almost enjoying it enough to forget he was lying balls-out in front of the stranger.

Having moved down to Morgan’s stomach, then bypassed his genitals and down the legs, finishing with his feet, Orion instructed, “Okay, NOW you can flip over!”

Morgan nodded and began to shift, feeling very self-conscious of the way his dick moved as he did so. As he turned over with a casual, “Okay!” he became painfully aware that his butt was now also on show to Orion. Flinching a little as he worried about his cheeks parting and exposing the final bit of physical privacy he had by showing his hole, he clenched and flopped back down. His dick ended up pointing down towards his feet, which was slightly uncomfortable but he remained too self-conscious to openly reach down and readjust himself.

“Yeah, here we go with the real tension!” Orion stated with a chuckle as he poured out more oil, eyeing up Morgan’s back. “This is probably gonna feel a lot better than the front, so… moan away if you need to!” he said through another grin.

Morgan huffed slightly as he laid with his face resting in the hole in the table, annoyed that the man appeared to be mocking him. Almost the instant he felt the masseur’s hands touch his back, he realised it had been honesty, not mockery. Despite the slight pain of knots under pressure, Orion’s hands were like magic, kneading away stress and tension that he had been carrying for so long. “Oh god,” Morgan gasped.

“Every time,” Orion chuckled, “Nice to hear I’m doing a good job!”

“That’s a fuckin’ understatement,” Morgan moaned, his head spinning a little once again as he lost himself in the expert massage. Letting out more involuntary moans as Orion worked his way through the field of knots, he slowly began to arch his back, pushing himself up towards the other man’s hands.

“Okay, easy,” Orion chuckled as he gently pushed Morgan back down, “No point easing the tension if I’m just… pumping you full of more!”

The comment slammed Morgan back to reality as he blushed at the double-entendre. Was it intentional, or simply an innocent comment that his mind had misconstrued.

“Now, I can already see you’re carrying a lot more tension in your glutes,” Orion started.

Morgan heard the comment, but in his mind Orion had basically stated, “I’m looking at your naked arse!” so he flinched a little.

“And I can make it feel as good as your back, but… well, I like to check before I go there. Consent is sexy, and all that jazz!” Orion said jovially.

“Oh, umm… well… umm…” Morgan stammered. “Yeah, I guess,” he said timidly, “Do what you… need to do!”

“I think this is more about what YOU need mate, but okay. I’ll just do my thing. Feel free to stop me any time!” Orion offered before re-oiling his hands.

Morgan let out a shuddery moan as he felt the slippery fingers on his lumbar, though they quickly moved downwards, and fingertips pressed into the top of his cheeks. “Fuuuck,” he muttered under his breath as Orion’s hands slowly worked down to grasp at his butt more fully.

“Jesus,” Orion gasped, “I think you’re carrying all your stress in your butt! Try to relax it a little.”

Morgan blushed, glad his face was still concealed. He consciously forced himself to unclench his arse cheeks.

“Okay,” Orion said, nodding gently as he continued rubbing, “If you could relax it just a little bit more!”

“It IS relaxed!” Morgan huffed.

“Okay, well, maybe it’s your position,” Orion mused, “Could you shift your legs apart just a little?”

Once again, what Orion said and what Morgan heard were very different. To the embarrassed, straight man, what he had heard the masseur say was, “Spread ‘em and show me your hole!” Wincing a little, he allowed his legs to part, barely more than an inch. He immediately felt Orion’s hands go a little deeper into his crack, though thankfully not all the way. It did, however, feel incredible. Perhaps a little TOO incredible as he felt that sudden sense of panic he had felt before as his cock throbbed slightly.

“Ah, much better,” Orion commented as his fingers worked all around Morgan’s rear.

Losing himself again in the enjoyable sensations, Morgan closed his eyes and let out another moan as his butt received the focused attention. The gentle moan gave way to a much louder gasp of, “Oh fuck!” as Orion’s fingers pushed their way down between his thighs, rubbing gently on his perineum. Involuntarily, his legs parted a little more. He didn’t even notice until he felt a slight movement of air on his balls, which protruded down between his thighs thanks to the position his penis had ended up in.

“Just say stop if you’re uncomfortable,” Orion said softly as he continued working.

Morgan hummed his understanding, but didn’t really register it as he felt the mix of sensations – the relaxing massage, the swelling of his dick, the gentle throb in his balls as fingers grazed his scrotum. He knew he should object, pull away, refuse to go any further, but it had been so long since he had been touched in that way that it almost didn’t matter where he was and who was touching him. “Oh my fucking god,” he gasped as Orion’s hands pushed his cheeks apart, slid to the bottom of the valley of firm flesh and caressed down, a finger passing either side of his hole.

“Yeah, that’s it, just relax and enjoy it,” Orion said softly as he slid his fingers back up past the sphincter, then down again. He let his fingers continue onwards back over the perineum which prompted Morgan to part his legs even further.

Suddenly conscious of the fact that his now-erect cock was visible as it pointed down between his legs, Morgan gripped tightly onto the table but didn’t attempt to conceal himself. Orion didn’t progress any further than the gentle rubbing, working on his tender, intimate area for a few minutes as his cock seemed like it might never stop swelling.

“Morgan,” Orion said, barely above a whisper, “Would you like me to… continue what I’m doing?”

Morgan panted slightly and hummed as he nodded, his head still pressed firmly into the hole.

“Kinda need to hear it,” Orion said as his fingers circled Morgan’s hole before slipping back down to stroke his balls.

“Fuck, yes, keep going,” Morgan panted, spreading his legs so wide now that there could be no doubt at all that he was letting the masseur touch him intimately. He squeaked out a high-pitched whimper as Orion’s fingers finally moved down further, tracing down each side of his thick, raging erection.

“Wow, you’re already wet!” Orion stated as his fingers reached the tip.

Morgan was beyond embarrassment at this point. He knew what was happening and he didn’t care, he was just enjoying the touching, regardless of how much his mind kept screaming, ‘Oh my god, it’s a dude. Stop enjoying it!’

Orion happily spent the next few minutes teasing Morgan’s cock, balls and inner thighs, smirking a little as the hole that was now on show kept puckering in response to it. Eventually he said salaciously, “I think it’s time to turn back over!”

“Mmm-huh,” Morgan hummed, then flipped over onto his back, wincing a little as he felt his boner bobbing around. As he laid flat on his back, he had expected to feel the weight of the swollen tool on his stomach, but his arousal was so intense that it was holding itself up, pointing up over his head. He glanced down at it for a moment, then to Orion, blushing heavily.

Orion wasted no time in touching Morgan again, but he returned to non-sexual rubbing, working around the rigid prick as he had before, rather than simply grabbing it as Morgan had expected. He worked his way inwards slowly until his fingers once again grazed the heavy ball sac. “So tell me, Morgan, when was the last time you came?” he asked softly.

Morgan flinched at the question, though he realised being embarrassed by a few words seemed silly compared to what else was happening. “It’s… it’s been a couple of days,” he stated. It had been tough, but he had held off of masturbating in his anticipation of the massage.

Orion chuckled and shook his head and said, “No, I don’t just mean since you shot a load!” He cupped the full scrotum in one hand, kneading it gently, “I mean since you last CAME properly!” Hearing Morgan gulp and whimper at the more overt touch, he continued, “Like, properly got into it and really went at it!” He let his other hand grab the shaft, wrapping around the girthy base where his fingers didn’t quite meet.

“Ahhhh fuuuuck,” Morgan gasped shakily.

“I mean the kind of load where you NEED to cum so bad it’s all you can think about,” Orion went on, squeezing with one hand followed by the other, “But the kind where you NEVER want to shoot because it just feels SO good that you don’t want it to end!” He let the hand on the shaft slide upwards, then asked, “It’s the kind of orgasm you don’t just feel in your dick, but the kind that rocks your entire body! How long since you came like that?”

“It’s…” Morgan started, but paused, his hands grasping at the table as his back arched from the slow stroke, “It’s… been years!”

“Oh, so you’ve got… a lot in the tank?” Orion asked with a grin as he wiggled his fingers against the swollen balls.

“Yeah,” Morgan panted, now staring at Orion, long past the point of being embarrassed by the eye contact.

“So does that mean you want ME to make you cum like that?” Orion teased, masturbating the tense man slowly.

“Fuck, yes, YES. Make me cum. Please!” Morgan pleaded. He felt like he should have resisted more, or at least been less voracious in his acceptance, but just hearing Orion talk about it was enough to bring out the frantic, unsated desire that had remained ignored for so long.

“My pleasure,” Orion grinned as he released Morgan’s balls and instead stroked his chest, before allowing his fingers to hone in on a nipple.

“Oh, fuck me!” Morgan gasped as he felt his pert nipple squeezed between Orion’s thumb and forefinger. His hips bucked, fucking the other man’s hand as he did so. He immediately felt the grip loosen.

“No, none of that,” Orion said with a grin, “We go at MY pace!”

Morgan felt like he should be annoyed at the refusal of his thrust, but as he saw the man smiling down at him, his head light once again, he did nothing to fight it. Lying flat on his back as Orion stroked tantalisingly slowly, he felt the other hand alternate between nipples and balls. Morgan, whose eyes had been growing heavy as the pleasure grew, suddenly looked alert as he saw Orion leaning down towards him. Unsure what was happening, he pursed his lips in anticipation, completely on instinct, as he lifted his head a little.

Orion smirked as he swerved slightly and directed his mouth to Morgan’s chest, not even needing to look at his face to know he would be blushing from his anxious mistake.

Morgan didn’t have long to revel in his embarrassment as he felt the new sensation of lips on his nipple. “Fuck!” he gasped loudly as Orion’s tongue flitted across the sensitive nub. He closed his eyes as he allowed the masseur to continue his work. The masturbating remained torturously slow, a constant but growing source of pleasure as his nipples and balls faced a relentless pleasurable assault of their own. Orion certainly hadn’t over-sold it. As the minutes passed, Morgan felt his need for release growing into an all-consuming desire, yet it felt so wonderful to be the focus of such avid sexual attention that he wanted it to just keep going.

After a few more minutes of teasing, Morgan let out a groan and declared, “I’m… getting… really… close!”

“Good, let it out!” Orion said, though he made no attempt to speed up.

Morgan squirmed a little, the slow touching taking longer than he expected to finally push him over the edge. When he finally got there, his entire body convulsed with imminent pleasure before he began to unleash a veritable torrent of spunk, spraying high into the air before spattering down over his sweaty, oily torso. His back arched so vehemently that his butt raised off the massage table, with jolts of pleasure rippling up and down his body as Orion stroked him all the way to the final drops. Finally spent, he flopped back down onto the table, panting with his eyes closed tightly.

Morgan didn’t feel the wave of humiliation he had expected as he started to come down from the release, mostly because Orion’s hands were already back on him, massaging the tension back out of him. He didn’t speak or even open his eyes for a few minutes, curious as to whether Orion would eventually prompt him to do so. When he finally ventured a glance at the man standing over him, he felt his cheeks flushing.

“Enjoy that?” Orion asked gently.

“God, yes!” Morgan replied emphatically, “That was… fuck, I don’t know, but… yes!”

Orion chuckled, glad to see the man a little less uptight. “Well it was certainly a good start!” he stated with a slight head bob.

“Start!?” Morgan exclaimed in surprise.

“Mmm-huh,” Orion hummed, “I guaranteed complete satisfaction, and I get the feeling THAT isn’t fully satisfied yet!” He pointed to Morgan’s cock, which remained painfully rigid despite the orgasm mere minutes before.

Morgan gulped. Had this just been a wank at home, he knew that by now he would normally either be asleep or downing a post-orgasmic snack, fully spent. Now though, he couldn’t deny his cock definitely felt ready for more. He tensed his pelvic floor and watched as his throbbing erection twitched. “I guess so,” he admitted, as surprised as he was excited.

“And they say variety is the spice of life, so… why don’t we go for something else this time,” Orion suggested.

Morgan was about to ask what he meant when he saw Orion lean down again, though this time his trajectory was undeniable – he was heading face-first for the throbbing boner. It had been so long since he felt a mouth around his prick. Alice didn’t even do it on his birthday anymore, instead opting for half-hearted and unsatisfying missionary sex instead. He let out a shuddery gasp as he felt the man’s tongue slide from root to tip, his erection twitching a little as he saw a small globule of spunk disappear onto the teasing tongue.

Orion spent a few minutes exploring the sizeable cock and still-plump balls with his tongue. He knew Morgan was eager for more, but it still hadn’t been that long since he shot his first load, and he was keen to avoid the discomfort or post-orgasmic sensitivity… that would come later! After giving Morgan long enough to be sufficiently recovered, he took the cock between his lips and started sucking.

“Ah, jesus fucking christ!” Morgan gasped, his hands reaching above his head to grasp at the corners of the table as he felt Orion’s lips and tongue at work, every bit as deft as his hands had been. He let out a new wave of gasps as Orion’s hands got back to work. One headed back to his chest to continue teasing his rigid nipples as the other started on his balls, but quickly slid down and back between his butt cheeks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Morgan gasped as Orion’s fingers slid back and forth over his hole. He had never been touched there before. It was both scary and exciting to feel the new sensation.

Orion could feel the tool between his lips throbbing, while the pleasured groans and whimpers from above made it clear Morgan was on the brink of his second release. Pulling his mouth away just short of making him cum, Orion grinned at the frustrated growl it caused, but cocked his head and asked, “Just wanted to check if you wanted me to swallow?”

“Fuck yes!” Morgan nodded shameless, eyes flashing with eagerness.

“Happy to oblige!” Orion said, teasing Morgan’s hole to watch his expression change for a moment before he plunged his head back down to resume sucking. It took less than a minute before he had Morgan back to the edge, and this time sucked him right over it.

“Ahhhh, Orion,” Morgan whimpered as he began to shoot a second load, this time down the stunning masseur’s throat. He resisted bucking his hips and was just about to consider pulling away when his dick was released from the warm, wet chasm. “Fuck me,” Morgan gasped, “That was… fuck!” He panted heavily as he slowly caught his breath and once again felt hands on him, this time very clearly intended to maintain his arousal as they focused on his nipple and butthole.

Keeping his eyes closed as he recomposed himself, he relaxed into the ongoing touches, happy to let Orion continue with them for as long as he wanted. They remained like that, silent but serene, for several more minutes. Morgan came close to nodding off, but the teasing caresses kept sending little jolts of excitement through him. Though his cock had softened shortly after leaving Orion’s mouth, it had gradually stiffened once again and as he felt it lift away from his sticky stomach, he opened his eyes.

“So… still not fully satisfied then?” Orion grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“What… what would you… do next?” Morgan asked nervously.

Orion grinned at Morgan, showing the perfect teeth once again before he said, “Exactly what you THINK I’d do next!”

Morgan gulped and nodded as he said, “Okay!”

Orion cocked his head curiously as he asked, “D’you mean okay, you understand, or… okay you want me to proceed?”

Morgan gulped again as he raised his head and looked Orion up and down. “The… the second one,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Excellent,” Orion said as he grabbed a condom from the drawer of the table behind him. Pulling it open, he quickly rolled it down Morgan’s expectant cock before adding more of the oil. Smirking slightly as Morgan closed his eyes and rested his head back on the table, Orion reached down to remove his shorts. With no underwear underneath, he was naked from the waist down as he stepped out of them.

Reaching back with more oil on his hand, he reached into his own crack and fingered himself for a moment.

Morgan felt the table shift slightly as Orion started climbing up on top of him. Feeling the weight of the other man straddling him, his eyes shot open. He stared in anxious anticipation at Orion who continued smiling down at him, then let his gaze lower and declared, “FUCK!” as he saw the other man’s penis. Orion’s ‘other’ job already made sense with how good he looked, but with the impressive endowment it suddenly made even more sense – he clearly had a cock designed to be shown off! It was a thick, meaty tool that rivalled Morgan’s own.

“Taking that as a compliment,” Orion sniggered as he reached down to grab Morgan’s dick and lined it up with his own rear. He started lowering himself onto it, smiling at the growing look of shocked pleasure on Morgan’s face.

Orion’s butt was so tight. Morgan wasn’t sure if he had expected otherwise, and even took a brief moment to feel guilty for allowing himself to expect that it wouldn’t be before he lost himself in the feeling of it. It didn’t matter that he had cum twice within the last half hour, all that mattered was the warm tightness enveloping his straining tool. He was slightly shaken back to reality as he felt the weight and heat of Orion’s hefty balls and cock coming to rest on his stomach. It took him a few seconds to realise that Orion had effortlessly taken his full length in a single, slow descent. It was almost enough to make him forget he had another man’s junk resting on him.

Orion pulled back up and slowly slid back down, relaxing his buttocks one way, then clenching them as he moved the other.

Morgan’s eyes rolled back slightly as he felt the tight ass taking him, though with each downward slide, he was met with the returning sensation of Orion’s privates slapping onto his stomach. Staring up at the man, if only to avoid staring at his dick, Morgan started speaking before even realising what he was saying. “Could you take off your shirt?” he requested, then immediately flushed bright red.

“Sure,” Orion grinned as he reached down for the bottom of the t-shirt, peeled it up over his head and tossed it to the ground.

“Fuck,” Morgan gasped as he saw Orion in all his glory.

The muscles had been impossible to miss through the clothing, but now he was fully on show it was a truly intoxicating sight. A large expanse of flawless skin, a six pack that showed even more prominently on each inward breath and pectorals that just looked like they would perfectly fit into Morgan’s hands.

‘Fuck, stop looking!’ Morgan thought, shaking his head as he remained transfixed by the beautiful man’s bare body. He lowered his gaze and found himself staring at a semi-hard cock instead. He whimpered a little and thought, ‘That’s not much better!’ He closed his eyes, but even without looking he could still picture Orion as he slowly picked up the pace with his eager bouncing.

“Can I… touch?” Morgan asked, once again speaking without thinking.

“Sure,” Orion replied, but frowned as Morgan remained motionless after a few moments. Reaching down, he took Morgan’s hand and lifted it to place onto his chest, holding it in place as he lifted and dropped, letting the other man feel his pecs and abs in quick succession.

Morgan let out a whimper as the dual sensation of the firm body against his fingers and the tight hole pleasuring his cock sent ripples of excitement through him. As he finally opened his eyes, he blushed and pulled his hand away.

“How does it feel?” Orion asked, tilting his head playfully.

“Oh god, fuck… unnh,” Morgan gasped in response.

“Hold up, this might change the feeling a little,” Orion said as he lunged forward. Resting with his hands either side of Morgan’s head, the switch of angles caused another wave of pleasured gasps as the naked man beneath him stared up, their faces now close. “How’s that?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

Morgan didn’t answer beyond a whimper and a head movement that was rather indistinct, though his expression made the pleasure obvious.

Orion slowly moved closer, his lips heading for Morgan’s before he stopped and whispered, “That’s as close as I get. If you want to kiss, you’ll…” He was cut off by Morgan’s lips pressing against his own.

The two men began to kiss. Orion could feel the desperate franticness of the embrace as Morgan trembled slightly. Moving one of his hands to stroke through the other man’s hair, he continued kissing him back as he bucked his hips rapidly to ride him closer to release. Their tongues began to probe, wrestling against each other as the fucking continued, hands grasping blindly.

When they finally parted, Morgan whimpered, “I’ve never… kissed a guy before!” He winced at the comment, unsure why he had said it.

“I have,” Orion chuckled to try and calm Morgan with a little humour. Getting a meek smile in return, he asked, “How was it?”

“Different!” Morgan gulped, then closed his eyes as his head dropped back down, clearly on the brink of release from the ongoing tightness sliding up and down his cock.

Orion sat back up and clenched tightly as he gave a quick flurry of thrusts to try and finish him off. Watching as Morgan’s mouth fell agape, he chuckled happily as he felt the cock inside him twitch and throb as he filled the condom with his third load. He came to stop, but remained atop Morgan, dick still inside him.

Morgan’s eyes ventured open as he stared at the stunning man sitting on him. He gulped a little and said, “That… that was… it was… fuck, I don’t know!”

Orion chuckled and reached down to gently tweak both nipples at once, getting a shuddery gasp in response. After taking a short break to allow them both to catch their breath, he lifted himself up and winced slightly at the squelching sound of the cock pulling out of him. “Here, allow me,” he said as he reached for Morgan’s dick and pulled off the condom, tying it in a knot before tossing it into a bin. “I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but I felt how much you did!” he said with a teasing grin.

“I reckon… it’s probably satisfied now,” Morgan said a little sheepishly, glancing down at his thick but not rigid tool.

“Hmm, maybe,” Orion said with a thoughtful nod.

Morgan’s eyes widened. “Maybe?” he gulped as he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked Orion up and down, at his perfect, naked torso, and the large, cock that now protruded straight out from his body. Was he hard? Semi? It was hard to tell.

“Yeah, maybe,” Orion nodded, “Or maybe not!” He reached out to stroke Morgan’s stomach as he said, “I think you might have… ONE more load in you.”

“How… how would you… I mean… what would you…” Morgan stuttered, clearly intrigued, but visibly nervous at the same time.

Orion cocked his head to one side and stared Morgan dead in the eyes as he asked, “Do you trust me?”

Morgan thought for a moment, then gulped and nodded gently.

“Okay, then… relax and try to enjoy, but… say stop if you need to, okay?” Orion urged the anxious man, getting a nod back.

Morgan watched curious as Orion reached out to grab his hip, then let out a yelp of surprise as he felt himself getting pulled, spinning him sideways on the table. He was left with his butt and legs hanging over the edge. It would have been enough to tip him off of it, but Orion had grabbed both legs and started lifting. “Oh shit,” he gasped as he realised the probable intent.

Letting Morgan’s legs rest against himself, Orion poured a little more oil onto his hand and stared at Morgan, keeping eye contact even as his hand moved down to find the virginal hole.

Morgan whimpered as he felt slippery fingers encircle his puckered sphincter again, though this time one of the digits began pushing into the centre. He winced a little, expecting pain. Had he not been so exceptionally relaxed from the massage and three orgasms, he suspected it might not have been so easy, but drained of all tension the finger slid into him with a surge of pleasure that easily dwarfed the slight discomfort. “Holy fuck!” he gasped as he felt himself getting fingered for the first time.

Orion only went as far as the first knuckle before pulling out, then pushed his finger back in again. He repeated it a few times before venturing a little deeper, to the second knuckle. Watching Morgan’s face for any sign of a desire to stop, Orion was delighted to see mostly pleasure, and perhaps a little confusion. By the time he got the full length of his finger inside Morgan, all that remained on his face was a hungry desire. “May wanna hold onto something,” Orion said with a smirk.

Morgan frowned a little and started, “Why, what are you…” The question went unfinished as his eyes widened and his mouth shot open in a whimpered gasp as he felt his prostate get touched for the very first time. “Jesus fucking christ, that’s… that’s… oh my fucking god!” he gasped, shaking his head, his knuckles white as he gripped desperately onto the table.

“Glad you like it,” Orion chuckled, giving it another gentle poke before pulling his finger back. Taking a few moments to probe the hole with a single finger, he waited for Morgan to make eye contact again and said softly, “I’m adding another, just try to stay relaxed!”

“Yeah,” Morgan gulped, nodding emphatically. Any sense of trepidation he had was long gone, faded away a couple of orgasms ago. He had meant what he said, he actually did trust Orion, perhaps not on a personal level, but at least on a professional one. This man knew what he was doing, and he was determined to let him keep doing it. Gasping shakily as he felt the pressure of two fingers on his hole, he bucked his hips slightly and relaxed his rear as much as he could.

The fingering continued as Orion slowly got Morgan used to two fingers before adding a third, throwing in occasional pokes at his prostate to keep him stimulated. Seeing the naked man experience anal pleasure for the first time, Orion’s own cock was rock hard. While it didn’t grow a great deal from his oversized flaccid state, it now stood proudly, pointing skyward.

When the fingers finally pulled out of Morgan, he let out a whimper that actually surprised himself, but as he saw Orion reach for another condom he realised it was far from over. “Wait… are you… are you…”

“I was going to,” Orion nodded as he started rolling the condom down his straining tool.

Morgan gulped as he stared at the almighty cock.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” Orion said with a shrug.

Morgan stared silently for a moment before he nodded, then remembered earlier exchanges and stated clearly, but calmly, “Yeah, do it!”

“Excellent. I’ll take it slow,” Orion assured him as he slapped his meaty tool into the cleft of Morgan’s butt. He let the head of it slide down across the hole and back up again, teasing him for a few moments before positioning himself to start pushing inside.

“Fuck,” Morgan gasped, then gave a dreamy, wry grin as he said, “Fuck me!”

Orion chuckled and started pushing in. He felt the tightness against the head slowly give way to let him slide inside. The look on Morgan’s face was priceless. While there was unmistakably a hint of pain to it – unsurprising as his penis was significantly girthier than three fingers – it was a look of amazed delight. It was an exploration of a new sensation that Morgan was clearly enjoying his attempts to understand.

After pushing in an inch, Orion pulled back most of the way out, then back in just a little again. This was far from the first cherry he had popped, and he knew most guys really couldn’t handle much this quickly. Fortunately, it seemed Morgan was not ‘most guys’.

“Don’t take it slow!” Morgan gasped. As Orion looked at him curiously, he shook his head, gulped and said, “You told me you’d take it slow. I… I don’t want it slow. Do it fast… and hard!”

“You sure?” Orion asked with obvious concern.

“No, but do it anyway. Please!” Morgan requested, looking sweaty and exhausted, but eager and excited at the same time. His cock had never really shrunk down to full softness, but was now right back up to raging hard.

“Well, you asked for it!” Orion said with a broad grin. Wrapping his arms around Morgan’s legs, he slammed in hard and laughed as Morgan shot bolt upright, eyes wide.

“SHIT!” Morgan screamed out, though it was clearly more surprise than pain. Staring at Orion with a look of bemused shock, he nodded for him to continue.

“Perfect,” Orion growled, then burst into an eager flurry of thrusts that literally made Morgan’s jaw drop.

“Oh yes,” Morgan gasped, then reached out to grab at Orion and pulled him into another kiss. He felt his fingers digging into Orion’s back.

Orion kissed Morgan voraciously, gripping tightly onto him as he pounded away at his hole, thrilled and delighted that the first-timer was so receptive to the frantic fuck. He felt his cock positively throbbing inside him. Reaching in between their sweaty, naked bodies, his hand grasped at Morgan’s dick. He was determined to prove his assertion right, that the straight man still had another load to expel, so he masturbated him eagerly as he slammed hard and fast into him.

“OH GOD!” Morgan yelped as he pulled out of the kiss and flopped back on the table, his head hanging over the far side. Dizzy from the sudden move, the intense fuck and the rapid wanking he was suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure as he began to shoot. While he had very little semen left to expel, the throbbing orgasm that accompanied the small release was every bit as intense as the previous three.

This time, as the orgasm subsided, the stroking did not. It continued long past the final spasms and right into the growing feeling of post-orgasmic sensitivity.

“Fuck fuck fuck, no, fuck,” he gasped as Orion continued wanking him, occasionally allowing his palm to slide right over the tip of the head to give an even more intense sensation. “Oh god, it’s too much, it’ too much,” Morgan yelped, his back arched and his arms flailing, though he didn’t actually reach down to swat the hand away from his dick. “Oh god, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” he screamed out as another sensation ripped through him. It might have actually been a fifth orgasm, but in the blurry haze of feelings it was hard to be sure.

Morgan barely even noticed when Orion pulled out of him as the intense stimulation continued, but he suddenly found his attention ripped back to the other man as he felt the first spurt of thick goo streak across his body. Staring in wide-eyed shock as he watched Orion shoot a staggeringly massive load over him, Morgan finally yelped, “OKAY, STOP, THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Orion released the embattled cock and focused on massaging his own as the final few drops of spunk dripped onto Morgan’s balls. The two men stood staring at each other in shock and delight as they started to come down, but eventually both broke and began laughing gently, if only to relieve the lingering tension.

“Told you… you had one more load in you!” Orion said with a wry smile as he stood back, spunk dripping down his cock and plump balls.

“Never doubted you for a second,” Morgan said, then glanced down at himself. He was drenched with sweat and spunk and oil, the sweet smell now mingled with the odour of sex.

“So…” Orion asked with a smirk, “Satisfied?”

Morgan, still panting a little, nodded and replied, “Gonna say yes, just so you don’t make me cum again!”

Orion laughed as he reached out a hand to help Morgan to his feet.

Orion had bid Morgan a quick goodbye before disappearing to allow him to clean off and get dressed, clearly keen to go before any awkwardness crept in. Morgan appreciated it, as finally coming down from his multi-orgasmic high brought a clarity that also inflicted a healthy dose of guilt upon him. This was… fun, needed even, but he still knew it was wrong.

Fully clothed once again, Morgan headed out of the room and into the foyer where the young woman at the reception greeted him with a sincere smile.

“I hope you enjoyed your massage,” the girl said with a gentle nod.

“Umm, yeah,” Morgan said, slightly embarrassed. “Thanks,” he added as he headed for the door. He stopped as his hand touched the handle, pausing for a few moments before he looked back.

“Something else I can do for you?” the girl asked politely.

“No,” Morgan said as he opened the door. He didn’t walk through it though. He stopped again and let it close as he looked back once more and asked, “Could I… book another one for next week?”