January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

... to, I can carry you to the table."

Okay, the parameters were set. We each grabbed a bottle and sat before the fire, outstretching our legs to the cocktail table. Our thighs touched, and I pulled away quickly only to catch his little smile. Even in my cargoes, he could tell I was aroused. And there was no question that his chub had grown to a semi. I had had a few happy ending massages, but always with masseuses. He was definitely trying to seduce me. I wondered if he was going to try to top--and what it was going to cost me.

A few minutes later, Carlos moved into the guest room and set up the table. He returned. "They've even equipped the place with oils. Do you have a favorite scent?"

I looked at the three bottles he was holding out. I decided that I was going all in. "Yeah. Nordic Spring. I'm hoping it smells like you." Then I carefully rose from the sofa, exhibiting lots of stiffness! I stripped as I moved to the table and stretched out belly down. Meanwhile, he had removed his tee displaying a gym-built body with wide shoulders, well-developed delts, slab pecs that were so hard they pushed the nipples out nearly a half inch, deeply cut abs, and belt vees that pointed the way to paradise. And he was completely hairless. I knew immediately that his success as a ski instructor was not entirely dependent on his slope skills--and his future success as a physical therapist was virtually guaranteed. He was definitely a beautiful boy.

I noticed also as I placed my ...

... head into the holder that he was oiling his torso before he began. I was tingling with excitement. I guess he wanted to smell like a Nordic Spring.

He started of course with long slow strokes to spread the oil while feeling for knots and stiffness. "I thought you said you were a regular gym buff? You've got a lot of nice definition. And, you shouldn't be this tight. I guess maybe you've been exercising the wrong muscles." With those words, he tapped my ass and allowed his fingers to drift into the cleft--implying that I was a gym-slut and a liar about my squat program. Little did he know I was a virgin to manflesh. Only toys had been where no man had yet gone. And I was yet to penetrate the mouth or anus of a man or boy.

For some time he was very professional, kneading tight shoulder muscles, putting pressure on the lower back, manipulating my upper arms. Then he moved to the lower part of the table (and me). Each leg was oiled; calves were pressed into submission by his strong fingers, as he slowly pulled my legs into a vee. Then it was hands on the thighs, pushing hard particularly on the inner muscles. Fingers casually drifted and touched my cock which he could obviously see was rigidly erect and stretched out in the vee on the table and my large soft balls. Then he moved to the other leg, repeating all of the same sensuous movements.

He climbed on the table, kneeling into the vee and began the long strokes from the bottom of the glutes to the shoulder blades, ...