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Josh was more than happy to describe himself as a Grinch - Christmas was a lot more hassle than it was worth and he got sick of the same songs being played on repeat. Still, he wasn’t a total monster so he had dragged himself to the mall to buy gifts for his folks and, more importantly, his boyfriend. Matt was crazy about Christmas and as such Josh always forced himself to pretend he was as big a fan of the holiday as his partner of three years was. Besides, he liked seeing his boyfriend’s cute face light up with joy when he opened the carefully selected gifts, so there was something in it for him too.

Fighting through the crowds was a mission in itself though and after being at the mall for a mere hour and still with a long list of gifts to buy Josh felt exhausted. It was at that exact moment that he happened to chance upon a pair of massage chairs being tended to by a kindly-looking middle aged woman. There was a man in one of the chairs with his eyes closed and headphones over his ears but the look of relief on his face was unmistakable. A sudden longing awoke inside Josh; his muscles did feel mighty sore all of a sudden…

“You look stressed, my dear,” the woman called out to him, beckoning him closer with a hand bedazzled by numerous rings. “Free massage? It’ll calm you right down, I promise!”

“Free? Sounds too good to be true,” he joked in return, stepping closer nonetheless. “You’re right though, I wasn’t really planning to get trapped in the middle of this… zoo. I suppose a quick massage can’t hurt.” Before long his bags of shopping had been deposited beside the free chair and he climbed onto the tough leather, allowing the woman to adjust the chair so that his legs were laid out and his head was angled towards the ceiling.

“Music preference, dear?” the woman asked, smiling down at him. “You look like you’d enjoy a bit of country…” Josh had been about to correct her - he despised country music and it’s overbearing hetero-based machismo - but the headphones were forced over his ears and he was immediately greeted by the strumming of a twangy guitar. Despite his distaste for the music the young man found himself relaxing as the chair started to work wonders along the muscles of his broad back.

After two minutes of a rather generic country tune about throwing back beers and checking out girls in short skirts, Josh began to detect a second voice on the track. It was much quieter, almost a whisper, but as he strained to focus on it the words became clearer: You love it when she shakes her tits, you love it when you get to taste her… The words sent a jolt of alarm through him but he suddenly lacked the strength to sit up and remove the headphones from his ears. In fact his whole body felt too heavy to move, the relaxation he had felt having moved into something else entirely.

Five minutes passed and the voice that had begun as a whisper in the background began to dominate the song, informing him how much he loved those country girls with blonde hair and big tits, the same ones who got all wild and horny for a country boy like him. His mental resistance faltered and vanished entirely as he began to fantasize about the kind of girl the song was about, imagining how pretty she’d look when she rode his thick cock. His parents would think she was such a good girl - how could they have known that she was such a slut in the bedroom? The mere thought made him hard in his pants and a deep growl escaped his lips as he continued to fantasize over something that would have repulsed him just ten minutes earlier.

Finally Josh’s time on the massage chair was up and the headphones were removed from his ear and the mechanics in the chair slowed to a stop, the young man was once again able to open his eyes and sit up. He glanced around him, suspecting that something wasn’t quite right but couldn’t place his finger on it. Finally he caught the gaze of the woman who had summoned him over and noted that she wasn’t all that bad looking really; ‘MILF’ status, as it were. Josh reached down to rearrange his hard length in his shorts, smirking as the woman’s gaze followed his hand. Of course she wants me, he thought cockily to himself, No way her husband at home’s even half the man I am!

“How’d you find it, dear? Was country music the right one for you?” she asked flirtatiously, batting her long eyelashes at him as her hand rest on his bicep. He tensed the strong muscles for her, always happy to show off for a beautiful woman.

“For sure,” he grunted in a southernized accent that fell from his lips all too naturally, “Thanks for that, ma’am. Just what I needed!” Josh’s attention was already elsewhere though: he had spied a cute blonde chick with a mighty fine rank eyeing him up from across the room and he was eager to get his hands on her! “Now if you’ll excuse me, I better be on my way.” He took off with a final wink at the woman, leaving the bags he had brought with him behind as he swaggered over towards his next conquest.

Truthfully Josh couldn’t even remember why he had come to the mall in the first place. It wasn’t like he had anyone special to buy Christmas gifts for. Then again, it sure was a great place to pick up babes and he was about to prove that once again just like the lothario he was! Chicks just couldn’t resist him and who could blame them? He was the kind of guy every girl wanted to have - not to mention all those homos that lusted after him, but he didn’t have any time for them. Who would give up pussy for cock? Only insane folk, that was for sure!