I did as Andre instructed, with both of their cum streaming down my inner thighs. Filling the tub with warm water and bubbles, I grabbed my razor and slipped inside. After dozing off for some time, I woke to cool water and no bubbles. I drained about a third of the water and turned the hot on to warm things up. Grabbing my razor, I took my time touching up all over to keep the stubble away. I soaked for a while longer before I heard a knock on the door.
Standing up and grabbing a towel, I dried off on the way to the front door. Looking through the windows atop the door, I saw a large man carrying what looked like a foldable massage table.
Opening the door, I questioned, "Are you here for my massage?"
"Yes, sir," Dominic replied, standing there in his snug t-shirt and shorts.
"Well, come on it and set up wherever you like," I offered as I let my towel hit the floor and moved out of his way.
"Andre said that you'd be an entertaining client," Dominic parroted as he moved to the bedroom to set up his table. I followed him in and lay back on the bed as he went about his prep. "Is it alright if I plug in a couple of things?" he inquired as I stared at the impressive bulge in his shorts.
"Of course. You can plug in anything you like, anywhere you want," I purred with far too much sexual innuendo.
"I just want to keep the oil hot and play some relaxing sounds. Andre's instructions were to have you in a very relaxed state before I leave. He wants you in tip-top form for tomorrow's fun," Dominic explained.
"Well, I was already pretty loose just before you came to the door, so I think you're already halfway there. However, gazing at the monstrous distraction in your shorts might be tightening me up all over again. Maybe if you were naked, too, I'd relax a little more. How about getting down to your birthday suit and starting this massage? What do you think?" I asked while grinning exaggeratedly.
"It's against my better judgment, but if it will help you relax, then I'll do it. But I want you to get on the table first. Face up, please."
I bounced off the bed and over to Dominic's table. Once there, he helped me into place, and I got settled. I'd been on a couple of massage tables in my time, but this one seemed somewhat different. For one, it was indented slightly in the form of a human body. It was still heavily cushioned for comfort but seemed to keep you in place throughout the process. The other oddity was that it split below the hips, allowing the legs to be parted. My assumption was that it was so the masseur could get pressure on the lower back from directly behind. But, of course, my filthy mind went elsewhere.
Once I was in place, Dominic removed his shirt. He was not the ripped bodybuilder that we all imagine, but rather a muscular and well-proportioned young man. Moving down to the end of the table, he started with my feet. As he started on my left foot, I 'ahemed' him while leering at his still-covered sexual anatomy.
"Is that really necessary?" Dominic challenged.
"Only if you want me to speak well of you to Andre," I responded.
Without another word, Dominic shed his snug little shorts, leaving his pet anaconda in full view. I've seen more than my fair share of cocks in my lifetime, but I'd never seen one that big while still hanging. By my estimation, it was over eight inches long and as thick as my wrist as it dangled in front of two large lemon-sized nuts. This young man was built for breeding. I wondered how many had been filled to overflowing with the equipment he was sporting.
While I gawked at his splendid masculinity, Dominic got back to rubbing my left foot. His skills as a masseur were better than average, so I let him do his thing while I closed my eyes and envisioned all sorts of naughty proceedings. I could feel the strength in his hands as he worked my calves into lifeless goo. Moving further up, he split my legs and destroyed my thighs with his non-stop compressions. Even with his hands intermittently grazing my junk, I was so relaxed that I didn't even respond.
My abs and chest were next as Dominic took his time turning them to butter. This time though, I was feeling the heat from his ever-present and swelling cock. It was still hanging down but had grown in circumference as he lingered at my breasts. I guess the feeling of my hardened nipples under his palms was getting the better of him as he began to pull and roll them. My prick began to swell as the side of his started pressing into my ballsac. Reaching full tumescence rather quickly had me wanting more, so I pushed against his shaft and began raising and lowering my hips to rub against him.
I could feel the twitching that we all get as our little heads decide to come to life. At this point, his expansion was only pressing him harder between my legs. But, with his length, the only way to get the tip where I wanted it was to push him backward about a foot. While my mind worked on an inconspicuous solution, I enjoyed his increased fondling of my distended nipples.
Dominic
God, he was a sexy little twink! Andre warned me he'd be impossible to resist, and he was right. I'd avoided fucking him so far by focusing on the massage, but once I began feeling the heat from his crotch, I started to cave. The next thing that got me was his rigid little nipples. Although his breasts were kind of small, his nips were the perfect size. As I began paying them more attention, they continued to grow and harden. I wanted so bad to suck them!
My attention to his tits was obviously having an effect on him as he'd begun lifting his hips and rubbing against my expanding hard-on. I'd have to think of something, or I'd end up fucking him right here on the table.
Back to Me
Now that I knew he wanted me, I decided to string him along for a while.
"How about working on my neck and shoulders? Shall I flip over?" I suggested.
"Umm, yeah. Sure. Let's get you flipped over so I can work that area," Dominic muttered, clearly unwilling to release my nipples.
His hands drifted from my breasts. One moving to my shoulder and the other to my hip. Slipping under both, he helped lift me from the table as I turned over. The hand at my waist had cupped my right buttock in the rollover and lingered there for a few long seconds, gently compressing it on and off in a mock massage. Just before he removed it, his middle finger found itself swiping through my crack and across my needy pucker. I think it was his way of telling me how badly he'd come to want me.
Once I was settled in with my face in the cushion and an unobstructed view of the bedroom carpet, Dominic got to work. He poured large amounts of warm oil down the middle of my back, which left a puddle near the base, just above my ass. Dominic moved to the head of the table to work my shoulders from the top. Peering at the floor, I caught occasional glimpses of his swinging cock under the table. Back at performing his job had his formerly swelling member back to oversized flaccid status.
Prior to beginning his work on my shoulders and neck, Dominic had pushed the leg pads back together. Maybe it was to limit his distraction or likely just a normal part of the process. Either way, I hooked my big toes in the crack between the sections to see if they'd come apart easily. After the initial difficulty in starting the process, they split apart easily. I could tell that my action had caught Dominic's interest as his work had nearly halted.
I let him get back to it for another minute before arching my lower back enough to cause some of the pooled oil to pour in between my glutes. The feeling of the warm oil running across my pucker and balls was magical. I was pretty sure I moaned softly at the sensation. Opening my eyes as Dominic regained his composure and started massaging me again, I saw his not-so-flaccid prick pointing slightly upward. With each stroke from top to bottom of my back, it bounced closer and closer to my extended tongue.
Dominic's hard-on was getting huge! It bounced less and less but also got closer and closer to my mouth the more he worked. He was reaching from the base of my neck to the top of my ass, extending his reach a little more each time. I realized he was teasing me, maybe more than I'd been teasing him. His hands were now fully caressing my glutes with each pass and spending more time doing so every turn. Each time he pulled back to my shoulders, his monster got closer to my face. The eventual result left it in licking distance, and I took full advantage.
The first time, I caught a tongue full of his sweet and salty semen. Dominic audibly shuddered at the graze. After a slight hesitation, his powerful hands moved back down, although much slower this time. Finally reaching my parted cheeks, he allowed both of his thumbs to rub up and back across my twitching little star. He did that over and over as I neared orgasm. Probably sensing my nearness to climax, Dominic allowed one thumb to press its way inside. I came immediately, filling the cushion with my leavings and contracting continuously around his embedded digit.
Dominic left his thumb inside me as I rode out my peak while fondling my scrotum with his free hand. Once the "Ahh's and Mmm's" slowed completely, he gently removed it and got back to the massage.
Knowing he had my number, I relented and offered, "Why don't you move back between my legs and loosen up my lower extremities."
There was no hesitation on his part. In fact, he pushed my legs further apart once he got back there. With one last tease, Dominic put his hands on my lower back and began working his thumbs deeply in those muscles. I could feel the tip of his bobbing stiffy sporadically touch my inner thighs. With each dig into those muscles, it got closer to its eventual destination. When it was finally resting against my pucker, he paused for a moment and squirted some more oil all over my ass. Then I felt him back away and part my entrance enough to squirt a large quantity straight inside my colon.