Check Part's 1 and 2 ............. if you haven't already

I was squatting on the massage table, grinding down on his oiled finger moving inside me as he sat at the side, leaning round wanking and sucking my cock.

I stroked his head as I took another hit of poppers, pushing him further down onto my cock as I thrust upwards, until I heard him splutter, gagging on my shaft. He moved his head away coughing, withdrew his finger and said 'Get on your hands and knees' ..... I leaned down onto my hands, spread my knees wide and looked back over my shoulder. He was pouring more warm oil into his palms. He slipped his left hand between my legs from behind and cupping my balls began to anoint them with the oil, warm, slippery as he rolled them and with his right hand encircled my cock gently sliding his hand up and down coating it .... it shone in the light, glistening, hard and erect as he held it tighter, slowly drawing the foreskin back and forth, then holding it fully drawn back exposing the head, purple, a drop of precum oozing. He said 'I'm going to milk you' and began wanking me very, very slowly ..... long deliberate strokes as he rolled my balls, tugging them down, gently at first then more firmly when he heard me moan in pleasure. His strokes became more pronounced, almost aggressive until he was tossing me hard and fast, kissing my cheeks, my stomach, his head underneath me sucking, chewing a nipple ...... his tongue flicking the end of my cock until I raised my head and my back arched ....... there was a knock at the door ..... he suddenly stopped, letting go .... ...... his next appointment he said ...... my cock was throbbing, bouncing as it jerked, my balls tight, ready to burst ....... I told him to let them in if he wanted ........ I heard him say he hadn't finished yet and when I looked back I saw him talking to an older man stood at the open door looking in. I turned away and heard the door close ..... then saw the older man sit on a stool to the side, his hand under his towel.

The masseur poured oil on my back and massaged it into my skin, my shoulders, arms, legs, cheeks until I was covered ..... then he sat at my side, his hands went back to my balls and cock, slippery, oiled and started to wank me as I knelt on the table. I was rigid. I looked at the old man, his hand moving under his towel, eyes wide as he stared, he smiled and nodded to me as he watched the show. I nodded to the old man indicating he should come over and as he stood next to the table he reached across and stroked my body, his hand gliding across my oiled skin. The masseur leaned under me and as he wanked me he moved closer until my cock was fully in his mouth, both his hands now on my balls and cheeks as he pulled me deeper into his mouth ...... his head moving back and forwards sucking me, spluttering again, almost taking his mouth from my cock, until he took it all again and again, deep, tugging my balls down hard, making me harder ..... the old mans hands all over me as I held the masseurs head and thrust my cock pulling him to me and filled his mouth with my spunk .... thrusting my hips into his face as I emptied my balls down his throat ..... the old man stroking and patting my body, kissing my neck as the masseur stood up, swallowed and kissed me.

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