It was 11:45. Roman was sitting in a leather chair in the foyer, his deep brown eyes scanned the room, awaiting his masseur for his 12 o’ clock appointment. He was a 40-something year old male with sleek, lustrous hair the colour of dark chocolate, and what appeared to be an well-built body hiding under his made-to-order suit. Roman was a powerful businessman who dealt with high tension situations on a daily basis and this massage room was the only place he could ever successfully find release. It was currently his lunch break, and he made it a practice to visit this hidden jewel of Manchester once a week.
Unlike Roman, this was Quinn’s first appointment. The parlor was suggested to him by a friend that had a ‘life-changing’ experience. The 25 year old male didn’t have much reason for a massage appointment other than to treat himself. He was single, had no children, and worked at a clothing retail store for the discount. For him, this would just be another new experience that he could add to his long list of firsts.
It was now 11:58am. Roman lifted his head as he heard footsteps approaching the entrance hall, but it wasn’t his masseur. It was just some thin-bodied looking boy with grey-dyed hair and black framed glasses. Roman would be lying if he said it didn’t find the guy somewhat attractive though. He liked the carefree demeanour the young man seemed to carry himself with, and the collage of tattoos that ran down his left arm. The youth reminded him of the way he was before he took on a serious career. Adventurous. Ready to explore.
A few moments later an attractive nude masseur walked into the room. His face immediately dropped upon seeing both gentlemen seated in the lounge area.
“I am so sorry.” he started as he walked over to the front desk to check his scheduling book. “It seemed I must have accidentally double booked this session. If either of you are willing to wait, I would be happy to discount your session”
Both of the men looked at each other and then back at the masseur.
“That won’t work for me. This is my only break in the day.” Roman replied.
“Well,” said the masseur looked at the scheduling book again to find the young man’s name, “Quinn, would that work for you if you came in at a later time?” The young man looked over toward the attractive older man sitting to his left..
“I guess…” he shrugged, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind just watching it at the same time either, or is there anyway you could do us together?”
The businessman nodded his head as he thought over the prospect. He wondered if the man beside him understood that this was a naturist massage for gay men, and that they would all be naked and exposed during the experience. He then addressed both of the men in the room.
“Well, as long as everyone’s comfortable. That would be fine with me.”
A look of desire rushed onto the masseur’s face.
“Great. Follow me.” he said as he headed up the stairs.
The room was spacious and had a soothing atmosphere. Both of the men, undaunted, began to undress in front of each other. Quinn tried to fight his urge to stare as Roman began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his rippling, broad shoulders and taut abdominals. The masseur turned calming music on in the background while the two bare-skinned clients made their way onto the massage tables that were lined up parallel to each other.
The masseur stood in between both of the gentleman, and poured a generous amount of coconut oil onto the palm of his hand before rubbing them together. He started with Quinn, making sure to catch every knot and tense muscle that he could find on the man’s slender frame. Roman breathed deeply as he enjoyed the sight of the two bare-skinned men as the masseur spread the thick oil along the man’s body with trained focus. Quinn grinned to himself with satisfaction as he felt Roman’s eyes exploring his body. He moaned lightly as the masseur ran his dexterous fingers up and down his taut body, enjoying the rush of knowing that the man next to him was watching his every move.
The masseur then turned to Roman, and began performing the same stimulating manoeuvres. He placed a firm hand on the back of the man’s neck, kneading away at his tight muscles and then slowly moving lower down his back. Quinn turned his head toward them and watched while the masseur rubbed the tense businessman down with a sense of artistry that he had never witnessed before. He tried to resist touching himself, as he felt the tip of his cock throbbing in excitement.
“Would you like another pair of hands?” Quinn asked, finally unable to control his want to place a firm grip on Roman’s perfectly built body. Roman looked up at the masseur, unsure of the boundaries for the massage, and the masseur explained that it was perfectly fine as long as they both felt it was therapeutic.
After obtaining consent, Quinn lifted his oiled body from the massage bed, and instructed Roman to lay on his back. He grazed his fingers along the man’s muscular thighs and down the sides of his legs. The masseur began to rub the man’s feet, while Quinn took the upper half. The combination of the rich sensations was enough to make Roman want them both to take him right then and there, but they both continued to take their time, being deliberate with every motion.
Quinn began to move up along the man’s body, playing with his nipples. Nibbling at them with his teeth, licking them gently, and feeling them harden against his tongue. He smiled to himself as he felt Roman’s subtle breaths becoming heavier while he continued licking and nibbling all the way back down his chest down to his inner thigh.
Quinn was becoming more excited, and his licks became heavier and wetter. The act was so messy, so wet, so hot. Spittle began running down Roman’s inner thigh and toward the crack of his tight, round butt. Quinn began to press his tongue against the rim of his ass, moving in tight fluid circles with his savvy tongue.
The masseur continued to work the man’s entire body, moving from his feet back up to the delicate spots on his neck, driving him wild with his gentle caresses. The stark contrasts between Quinn’s ravenous tongue and the masseur’s trained touch sent Roman over the edge. He let out a labored groan and a large, hot load of cum began to shoot out of him and onto Quinn’s fair, porcelain skin. The young man wiped a driblet of the man’s cum from the side of his face as he licked his lips satisfyingly.
“What a great first session.” he said seductively as he removed himself from between Roman’s legs. He turned toward the masseur. “I’ll definitely be looking forward to my next appointment.”