Chapter 10
Chapter 10:
A taste of the good life. Not that I would ever set the bar this high.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
When I opened it, I blinked for a second, surprised to see two gorgeous men standing there, carrying large bags that looked like massage tables.
Okay, this feels like a plot from a porno. I just hope it’s a tasteful one because these men looked too damn attractive for a regular massage—though, to be honest, I wouldn’t know. I’d never had one.
“Are you not going to let us in?” One of the men winked, clearly aware that I was likely drooling as I scanned them from head to toe.
“Uh, yeah, of course… come on in,” I cleared my throat, trying not to sound too excited, but a pathetic yelp escaped me as their close-up hotness overwhelmed me.
“Remy, why don’t you pour us another round while we wait for them to set up? Boys, please set them up by the window. I’ve missed the view,” Lance instructed.
“Of course, Mr. Daniels,” the dark-haired man practically purred as he effortlessly unpacked the massage table and began unfolding it.
The blond man followed suit, setting up his own table with equal ease.
I felt Lance behind me, his lips brushing the side of my neck as he whispered that he wanted me limp by the end of the massage. He added that he would take me out to dine at the restaurant downstairs afterward. Updates are released by.net
Once the two men finished setting up their tables, towels, and oils, I was ushered over.
The buff, dark-haired man helped me out of my robe, and Lance told me to get fully naked. I complied, my limp dick exposed as I lay on my back. My masseur poured oil onto my chest, covering my groin with a small towel. Lance sat on the other table facing me, his legs lazily parted, still wearing his briefs. He smiled as he watched my oiled body being rubbed down.
The blond masseur poured oil onto Lance’s back, eliciting a moan as he kneaded his shoulders. I could barely hear the man as he whispered seductively, telling Lance his muscles were too stiff. My eyes were glued to them as the masseur’s strong, talented hands trailed down Lance’s chest, massaging his pecs. When his hands parted Lance’s thighs wider and began kneading his inner thighs, a small moan slipped from my lips.
“Mr. Daniels is very hot. You’re a lucky boy,” my masseur said huskily in my ear, his hand sliding under the towel to mimic his friend’s movements, kneading my inner thighs.
“You can lay on your front, and I’ll continue massaging your backside while Mr. Daniels watches,” he suggested.
I was already hard and relieved when he told me to lay on my stomach. However, I didn’t expect him to part my thighs minutes later and begin massaging between my butt cheeks. I was slick with oil and growing increasingly horny with each passing minute.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Lance’s deep, throaty voice broke through the haze. “More oil. Make sure you massage him thoroughly,” he added, mischief evident in his tone.
I moaned the moment I felt a finger slip inside me, his other hand continuing to work me open.
massaging around my hole, making my dick harden. I knew I was leaking precum. “Join him. Give my boy what he needs,” Lance commanded.
Another set of hands was on my body, and moments later, I was positioned on my back again.
This time, Lance was at the top of my head, his body glistening deliciously from the oil, still in his briefs. His erection was evident for a moment before he covered my eyes with a small, damp, folded towel.
With my vision gone, I could only feel his groin above me. Lance’s dick pressed against my lips, seeking entrance. I knew it was him because I heard his voice, moaning happily as I took his length and sucked him while he set the pace of his thrusts.