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Master Stone did his best to remain neutral when it came to the Slaveboys he liked to play with, but would oftentimes find himself getting lost in the moans that he could force out of them. This product in question, The Boy Noah, was exactly that to him. Stone had played with this twink before, but tonight would be the first time that he would play alongside another group—Master Reese and Master Marko.
Master Stone followed the traditional routine for an Appraisal, examining the boy’s body thoroughly with slow, lingering fingers. He reveled in his ability to make Boy Noah break the silence with the softest of moans as his Master took ownership over his twink body. Master Stone’s hands found The Boy’s erect cock, granting access to the boy to the other Masters.
Just as quickly as The Boy felt the other two sets of hands petting his naked flesh, Master Marko ripped his clothes off, pulled out his big cock and lined it up to the wet hole. Master Stone, still with The Boy’s asscheeks in hand, spread them wide for his fellow Master to gain full access to that ass. Boy Noah released those groans of pleasure as he gets stretched open, the kind of moans that drive Master Stone wild…
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Master Reese could already feel his rising arousal as Master Marko brought the Boy Milo out onto the dimly-lit floor. The dark-skinned twink slave was only wearing a black jockstrap, which fully displayed the erection he got just from being led around by his barrel-chested superior.
Master Marko pointed the young man’s stiffness out to the watchful eye of Master Reese, presenting it proudly, as if to say, Look at what a good product he is. Look at how well he’s trained. Master Reese seemed to agree—he couldn’t stop himself from stroking his cock through his pants!
The Boy Milo maintained an expression of uncertainty on his face, and there was even the gleam of nervousness in his eyes as Master Marko’s hands roamed all over The Boy’s body, running a measuring tape from his young arms to his chest, then to his stiff little-boy cock. Boy Milo found it difficult, if not impossible, to hide his enjoyment he felt with Master Reese’s touch, especially once he sensed the man’s tongue enter his boyhole.
Master Stone oiled both the moaning Boy’s hole in addition to Master Reese’s stiff, rigid meat to enter it. The Boy Milo’s cheeks were glistening, slathered with oil. His moans turned to grunts of ecstasy as Master Reese’s meat flooded and pulverized every inch of his tiny cavern…
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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 they 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.
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…
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It was a hot spring day when Max visited Mr. Stone for a deep-tissue massage. His small body was rife with tension, which he hoped would get alleviated. Mr. Stone’s massage parlor, and his expert touch, had a particular reputation among local young men as the place to go when they were tight and sore.
When Max arrived he was greeted by the owner himself. Mr. Stone smiled the instant he saw the young man, and guided him to the massage bench. The DILFy masseur was dressed in a white tank and gray shorts that distorted around his visible package. His silver hair was trimmed and the lines of his face were sharp with experience and rugged vigor.
Mr. Stone stepped behind Max and began massaging the boy’s shoulders. The hunky masseur had coated his hands with a warm oil, which he rubbed firmly first into his client’s backside and then worked his way down along the spine. Max closed his eyes and let out a long-held breath as Mr. Stone worked his fingers in circles across the muscles in his neck and shoulder blades.
The sensation was electric and the sweet smell of his sweat charged the air. Mr. Stone could feel the tense muscles underneath his palms as they slowly yielded to his controlled strength.
When Mr. Stone reached the small white briefs that covered Max’s rump, he asked in the natural rumbling bass of his baritone, “Would you like me to take these off? Is that alright?”
These massages often resulted in erections for the small guys like Max. Max was not immune to the effects of Mr. Stone, a fact that both he and his masseur were immediately aware of when Max’s response was a whimpering moan that took the vague shape of “yeah…”
Mr. Stone continued to work his way lower. His hands slid under the waistband of Max’s underwear and caressed his ass cheeks. After the heavy coating of oil, the boy’s rump became quite pliable between his fingers. The DILF worked the oil into every crevice of his client’s back, then flipped him over to reveal the erection already there.
Max felt a glimmer of anticipation run through him, uncertain how his masseur might react. But as Mr. Stone rubbed his palms across the boy’s stomach, pecs, and nipples, he also placed his sizable package next to Max’s face. Max felt the heat of the man’s manhood through the cloth, and in Max’s eyes, the professional masseur morphed into a DILF-fantasy instantly.
Mr. Stone caught sight of the curl of Max’s toes. The masseur was enjoying this, and wanted more than anything to have this young man’s lips wrapped around his cock. Max clearly did too, as he kissed at the stretching spandex near his face.
The DILF stripped himself of his tank-top and shorts; first down to a jockstrap and then down to nothing at all. Each moment a piece of cloth was removed, Max knew more of what he wanted. The new tension that needed release from his body was different than the one he arrived with, but suddenly much more immediate and important.
By simply grasping his strong hands under the young man’s pits, Mr. Stone lifted Max into the air. The boy’s legs wrapped around the DILF’s torso for support and balance. Max was shocked and aroused beyond measure by this demonstration of Mr. Stone’s raw strength and the size difference between them. His face flushed with excitement — he felt, at once, cared for and lusted for, small but protected in the grip that held him in the air.
When Mr. Stone carried him like this, he didn’t just carry the boy’s body; he lifted his whole spirit and squeezed it between his strong arms. The DILF had been right about Max’s need for release—the boy’s erection pulsed hard and fast against his belly, and he could feel the constant stream of precum leaking from his tip.
Now that Max was little more than horny putty in his grips, Mr. Stone set the moaning boy back down on the bench. He spread the boy’s legs wide and prepped his quivering hole with a gob of spit, then began to test its limits with his fingers.
Mr. Stone stroked the length of his shaft until it was wet and slick, teased the tight-yet-relenting ring of the boy’s hole, then slowly pushed in. Max’s back arched off the table. The masseur’s giant cock plunged deep into him, and found a rhythm that suited both of their tastes. The masseur moved his hips, sliding in and out of the young man’s body with steady power.
Max moaned, and pressed his tongue into the corner of his mouth, trying to quiet the wails he felt compelled to make. He loved the feeling of Mr. Stone’s thick meat filling his tight hole, pushing its way inside him. He wanted this to last forever.
Mr. Stone took Max’s little body on a guided tour of sex positions. He fucked the tiny twink on his back, on his knees, and even lifted him back into the same embrace that melted the boy’s mind earlier, thrusting into the tiny gay bottom all the while. Each piston of Mr. Stone’s thick cock melted away the tension in his body, and heightened the pleasure that came from having his prostate pounded.
Realizing their session was soon at an end—and that his orgasm would soon spill—Mr. Stone climbed onto the bench with Max. He folded the boy’s legs over his head and mounted him, ravaging the boy’s hole with his powerful thrusts. His ass felt full and stretched, and the sensation of Mr. Stone’s balls slapping against his cheeks sent a surge of electricity through him, filling his vision with bursts of light.
The salt-and-pepper-haired DILF buried his head into the side of the boy’s smooth neck, kissing the nape as he shot rope after rope of semen inside the twink. As the last drops of seed left his cock, Mr. Stone pulled out. In the afterglow of his orgasm, Mr. Stone watched his seed spill out of Max’s hole and dribble down his client’s taint…
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Mr. Stone is a massage therapist who knows his craft well. He has been doing it for years and he uses his strong hands and expert touch to relax even the most hard-working athlete or busy executive — and if he’s being honest, his favorite customers are the small ones, pocket-sized guys that melt in his grip. His clients always come back every week for his relaxing rubdown, but it’s those tiny twinks he’s happiest to see shimmy into his parlor.
With the heat of his DILF package resting near Serg’s face, Mr. Stone rubs down the boy’s chest, stomach, and loins. Serg’s cock bounces with electric excitement at every micro-movement of Mr. Stone’s strong hands, and eventually, it all proves to be too much for the twink. With a moan of need, he nuzzles the masseur’s bulge up next to his head. Mr. Stone smiles; he’s more than happy with this, and prepared to give his client everything he wants.
Serg squirms around on the table. Panting turns to moaning turns to whimpering as Mr. Stone fingers the Fun-size hole, bites his rump, and spits in his ass. When Mr. Stone lifts the twink back to face him, it’s obvious this is no longer billable time — Daddy starts making out with his Fun-sized boy, stroking that boy-dick and smothering his handsome face between Mr. Stone’s hairy pecs.