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gay, encounter, interracial, MM anal
DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise.
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Massage by Lou
It had been a long day. A six hour plane ride, then a bumpy jeep ride to the site and an hour of climbing around during the inspection had left Paul tired and stiff. After a good dinner of the local food he was back in his hotel room. He tried to lie down on the bed but found he just couldn't relax.
"I wonder if this place has a masseuse on the staff," he mused. Hoping the night shift would speak some English, Paul dialed the front desk. "Er, yes, pronto," he replied to the Spanish greeting, having no luck.
"Er, tee any el hotel un masseuse?" he tried. The reply indicated a lack of understanding.
"Key aro massage," he attempted. That seemed to have more success.
"Louise gives massage, you say?" he repeated the clerks answer.
"Bueno. Send up Louise," he concluded.
He glanced at himself in the mirror, and stopped to run a comb through his hair. "I hope Louise is pretty," he thought. "That would be better than an older, motherly type."
He heard a knock at the door. Opening it, he saw a slim young man with the dark Indian features typical of the country, holding what appeared to be a doctor's bag.
"Buenos noches, senor," said the young man, smiling. "I am Luis."
Taken aback, thoughts raced through Paul's mind. "What? Oh. But... Well, OK. How about that. Why not."
He cleared the startled expression from his face, and said, "Come in."
Luis walked to a table and set his bag down. "Please remove your clothing, senor," he requested, "and lie upon the bed."
Paul unbuttoned his shirt and draped it over a chair. Luis glanced over, and noticed the solid looking chest and shoulders, not really muscular, but still strong. The trousers followed, the exposed legs showing similar strength. Paul wrapped a towel around his midsection, and modestly dropped his white boxer shorts.
Luis had been taking various bottles and jars from his bag and removing their lids. Carrying a tall bottle, he moved toward the bed. "We will begin at your shoulders, senor," he said. "Please lie face down."
Paul stretched out, arms bent toward his head. Turning his face toward the wall, he rested it on the pillow. He felt the weight of Luis dent the bed beside him. Soft, moist hands spread a liquid over his shoulders and upper back. "A lotion to relax you, senor," said the young masseur.
Paul felt surprisingly strong hands and fingers kneading and rubbing his stiff muscles. The tension seemed to drain out of his body as a warm glow spread over him. Luis rubbed firmly, but smoothly, for quite a while. Paul was awake and alert, but soon it seemed as if he were floating in a dream.
Eventually, movement of the mattress told Paul that Luis had left his side. After a brief interval, he felt the firm, moist hands rubbing along his calves. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that the masseur had removed his shirt. "The exertion has made me warm, senor," the young man said, smiling at Paul. The older man noticed the firmness of the slim brown torso.
Warmth permeated the stiffness of his muscles as Paul felt the soothing hands move upward along his legs. He felt the bottom of the towel lifted and folded over by half, covering only his cheeks. The warm hands rubbed the tops of his thighs, as Luis moved onto the bed. He thought he could feel the heat of the boy's body through the thin material, as Luis rested lightly on Paul's calves.
"Permit me, senor," said Luis, lifting the towel and laying it aside. The warm, moist hands now massaged the gluteus maximus, and a peaceful heat spread through Paul's midsection. A hotter fire seemed to be spreading, too, as Paul felt one muscle begin to grow.
Luis was interested to notice that Paul's skin seemed to take on a more reddish hue. As the flush faded, Luis smiled, and rubbed along the outside of Paul's hips. Paul adjusted his position, allowing his growing member to stretch. Luis smiled again.
The warm hands left his hips, and Paul felt the half folded towel return. Luis got up. "Turn over now, senor," the soft voice requested.
Grateful for the covering towel, Paul rolled over and rested. Most of his body felt limp. He hoped the young masseur wouldn't notice the embarrassing firmness under the towel. Hearing the brief sound of running water, he turned to watch Luis approach. The contrast between the boy's dark skin and the white trousers was startling. Luis bent over him, and laid a cool, damp cloth over his forehead and eyes. "Relax now, senor, and I will do the front."
Paul soon felt moist fingers manipulating his toes. One hand held, and the other firmly rubbed each of his feet, in turn. His feet seemed to be melting, but to his surprise, Paul felt even harder under the concealing towel. The hands briefly paid attention to his shins, and then a rustling sound preceded the warm, soothing pressure advancing up his thighs. When Luis rested upon his ankles, Paul thought the fabric must be even thinner now.
The moist hands firmly pressed along the outside of Paul's thighs, bringing even more relaxation. But then the gentle hands softly caressed his inner thighs, bringing a gasp from Paul and a twitch under the covering towel.
Paul felt Luis slide forward. The warm, moist hands massaged his sides and belly, below the ribs. Paul was glad his abdomen was firm. He became aware that the legs pressed against his thighs were bare. He wondered when that had come about.
Luis leaned forward, and applied lotion to Paul's shoulders. He rubbed the firm flesh along the arms, all the way to the hands and fingers. He lay the hands back upon the bed, next to and just touching his own legs. More lotion was applied to the man's chest. The smooth hands rubbed in circles across the nipples, which became harder and sharper with each pass. The man's hands gripped the boy's calves.
Luis looked under himself. A noticeable tent marked the center of the towel. A sizable projection rose, too, from the uncovered loins of the young masseur. Rubbing one hand across both sides of the man's chest, Luis reached with the other and removed the towel. Returning both hands to the chest, the boy slid forward until the hanging bag of his balls brushed the firmly filled sack on the body beneath him.
Paul jerked a hand to his eyes and flung away the cloth. Raising his head, he watched the boy move a lotion covered hand to grasp the two hard rods together. Luis accommodatingly reached forward with his other hand to adjust the pillow behind the man's neck. He saw the blue eyes were wide.
The slippery hand moved tightly along the paired shafts. Luis smiled to see Paul's mouth drop open. A few more strokes brought the man's hands to rub circular patterns on the hips of the young masseur. The boy dropped the throbbing sticks, returned his hands to the sensitive nipples, and slid forward, then back, rubbing his perineum along the man's slippery shaft.
The hands moved around to caress soft, firm globes, fingertips brushing lightly through the crevice. The two pairs of eyes locked upon each other. The boy dipped a finger into a jar that was ready at the side of the bed, and stretched back to push the cream into his opening, as the man's fingers caressed his wrist.
Luis slid forward, and reached for the hard dick that jumped free behind him. He aimed it, rubbing the knob around the lips of his hole, and then slowly backed against it, feeling the pressure against the opening. A look of tension came over his face, but their locked gaze assured the man it was all right. Paul pressed the boy's hips, and the head of his cock popped in to the hot entrance.
Luis tensed his legs to maintain his position. After a while, he began to rock his hips a little bit, feeling his hole adjust to the invading shaft. The man's hands rose to rub the smooth brown chest above him, tweaking the hard nipples between his fingers. Luis breathed deeply, in and out, and began to slide downward onto the hot pole in his butt.
Both men hummed deep in their throats as the big cock stretched the boy's tunnel, spreading the dollop of lotion along the tissues. Luis felt the man's hard pelvic bone press the sensitive flesh in front of his opening, and knew he had all of the shaft inside him. He leaned back, and another half inch drove the head further in, to press the furthest depth of his hole. He stayed there a moment, thrilled by the feeling.
Both men's eyes had closed. Paul's hands gently urged the young hips upward, and Luis obliged by slowly pulling himself along the hard rod that stretched his channel. Paul was transported by the feeling when the slippery glove again sucked along the length of his sheaf of nerves. As the boy pulled off again, and slid back down, Paul's hips impatiently rose to meet the engulfing warmth. Their rhythm thrust the throbbing cock up into the descending tightness time after time.
Eyes open again, each saw the other's tension as their exercise approached its climax. Finally, Paul stiffened and gasped, and Luis dropped quickly, plunging the expanding pole deep into his body. Unbearable sensation overcame Paul as his shaft exploded inside the gripping glove.
Luis screamed to feel the hot spray within him, and his own cock shot a stream of cum. Paul was startled to feel a splash upon his face, as Luis spurted white cream again and again. Thrusting his erupting weapon with short strokes into the boy's tight tube, Paul unthinkingly licked his lips, and was surprised by the sweetness he tasted.
At last their frantic motion ceased, and Luis rested upon the now quiet but still firm pole within him. Working together, they rolled to the side, carefully keeping their connecting shaft in its nest. They looked at each other with affection, as each of them felt totally relaxed. Eventually, Paul's cock softened and slid out of Luis with a pop, and they both sighed at the end of their joining. They had been one for a while, and were now two again.
Luis got up. Paul watched as the boy drew on tiny blue briefs. The white pants followed, and Paul was again struck by the contrast where they met the brown waist. This time, he recognized the great beauty of the sight. Luis put on his shirt, and Paul got up and pulled on his pants.
As Luis packed his bag, Paul thought that he must offer some payment for the massage. "You came here as a worker," he said. "How much shall I give you for that?" asked Paul.
"I will appreciate anything you feel is right," Luis replied shyly.
Paul handed him some bills in the local currency, and the young man stuffed them into a pocket of the white trousers. If the local inhabitants knew of the amount, they would curse another tourist for inflating the price of their pleasure.
They walked together to the door of the room. Paul tentatively reached out to the young man, and gently pulled the boy toward him. Their arms encircled each other and they pressed softly together. Backing off a step, lightly holding each other's elbows, their lips met tenderly. They broke, and looked into each other's eyes. After a moment, Luis picked up the bag and went out the door.
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The end.