Kingsize Rubdown | MARCUS Vol. 3

When Marcus first met top-rated masseur Mr. Stone, it took everything the young twink had not to openly stare. Now, at this point in his life, Marcus had been in the presence of tall, broad-chested men before, of course, but Mr. Stone was in a league of his own.

The older gentleman’s giant, dinner-plate sized hands alone were remarkable enough, but Marcus had never seen a man so powerfully built. And yet, after the first time Marcus got a massage from Mr. Stone a week or so ago, he was delighted by how gentle and careful the rugged-looking elder could be.

On the other side of this equation, Mr. Stone was also charmed by the shy, soft spoken tiny twink. And it didn’t get past the burly masseur the way in which Marcus casually eyed him from head to toe. After their first massage session was complete, Marcus had a challenging time trying to hide his excitement when Mr. Stone suggested a second—different—more exploratory type of therapy.

Young Marcus agreed to this immediately.

And now, a week later, they've arrived. Marcus laid bare on the massage table, relaxed, a towel covering his lower body and growing anticipation. In all honesty, Marcus was sure that this time around he was going to be unable to hide how turned on he was.

Mr. Stone was used to clients having natural, spontaneous erections during a massage. This was normal, and the experienced masseur would never draw attention to it, as most times a client’s erection faded as he got used to his touch. However, during their first encounter, Mr. Stone couldn’t ignore that Marcus was erect for the entire session. The coy little guy even made hard eye contact with him at several intervals during the appointment.

As Mr. Stone began the second, more intensive deep tissue massage, he silently thrilled at the sound of the petite twink’s soft sighs.He observed that Marcus had already closed his eyes in deep relaxation. Mr. Stone took the opportunity to admire the boy’s fit, trim little body as he went to work on the young man’s neck, shoulders, and back.

Marcus was in heaven, but still cognizant of something quite different about Mr. Stone’s approach this time around. The boy had his eyes mostly closed, but he could tell that the beefy masseur wasn’t wearing pants. Just a skimpy pair of boxer briefs and a thin, white tank top. And the older gentleman was sporting an enormous hard on!

Mr. Stone directed young Marcus to remove the towel and flip over onto his back. The tiny twink did so in an instant. Unsurprisingly, the boy was rock-hard and drooling precum. Mr. Stone wanted nothing more than to lick Marcus’s dick clean, but there were still so many other parts of the boy’s anatomy for the masseur to tend to, first.

First, he kneaded Marcus’s incredible little chest, torso, and abs. It greatly pleased the older gentleman to hear the extra small twink’s purrs of pleasure as Mr. Stone slowly, methodically explored and massaged every inch.

It was clear by now that both men were warmed up and ready to take the massage to the next level. No words were spoken, yet they communicated between themselves an electric, indisputable carnal desire for one another. Before he knew it, Marcus was off the massage table and on his knees, pulling down Mr. Stone’s underwear and taking the entirety of the elder’s giant member into his small mouth with one hungry swallow.

The tall, burly muscle stepdaddy crooned with deep yearning as he thoroughly worked the boy’s hot, wet mouth. Marcus hopped back up onto the massage table and gave access to what he knew Mr. Stone ultimately wanted—his tight little bottom.

Mr. Stone’s deep tissue talents went far beyond the typical full-body massage. He spread the boy’s cheeks and pressed his giant digits inwards. Marcus sunk into hypnotic pleasure as the hunky masseur was able to press and knead spots he had never had worked over before.

After a few minutes of this, Mr. Stone was sure, both professionally and erotically, that he’d gotten the tiny twink’s tight hole loosened up just enough to take him. At the same time, however, as Marcus looked back and gaped at the sight of Mr. Stone’s impossibly massive tool, he wondered if the boy’s small body could manage to take it. But the sex gods knew just how badly the petite twink wanted the hulking stepdaddy inside of him; they granted access, and the waves of pleasure afforded by it.

And as if Mr. Stone could feel the hungry, steamy anticipation of his entry, he aimed his enormous cock head and pressed it gently, but firmly up against the boy’s super tight, puckered hole. He drilled into him far beyond their appointment time limit, and far beyond the limits their bodies normally afforded them…