January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

... placing the weight of his body into the massage. I realized that he had removed his shorts. His cock, whose size I hadn't yet fully determined, was resting in the crevice, sliding up and back as he continued the back strokes. Nice feature for a therapist: a third arm that massaged the butt cleavage. It felt like a fucking log. He was huge. Maybe even as big as I was. If I wasn't going for this, now was the time to stop. He was obviously signaling that he wanted to fuck me. But no. Involuntarily I wiggled my ass provocatively and pushed up to meet his fingers--and his log. My body, specifically my butt, had answered for me. I was ready to take this boy--or maybe even be taken by him.

He sat back on his haunches and started to pummel my ass globes, pulling them apart and pounding them into soft pillows. I felt a finger on the rim which tapped the entrance a few times. I shivered and raised my buttocks in response. But, Carlos quickly dismounted and tapped me to turn over.

I did of course, embarrassed (just a little) by my obvious erection. Carlos had all the right words. "Nice trim. I like silky pubes and the trail. And that's quite a dick. Any guy would be happy to be so endowed. I'm guessing it's over 9 and the hood is a nice feature. Nice and tight and big. Too bad so many Americans are cut." I knew he was flattering me. It wasn't 9, maybe 8 on a good day and thick with a nicely defined head. My divorce had not occurred because I was inadequate in bed. Our decision ...

... not to have children was my wife's choice, not my inability to plant her.

Meanwhile, his own cock had reached action size--probably close to 7 and a half, although thinner than mine, but also hooded. It was perfectly straight with a bulbous head concealed in a nice dark wrapper. The rigidity showed off the blood vessels and the tube along the back that would carry his seed. His pubes had been shaved. He was clean and pink. He started with my legs this time, massaging the hard knots from the front of my thighs. When he did so, he bent over and his supple moist lips were only inches from my cockhead. Just a little more, please. His fingers nudged my balls, and I bumped up until my dick touched his lips. He licked it like a lollipop, but quickly pulled back, waiting for my lead. Then he moved off the table to the side to do my chest. And as he did, I reached under his balls and pulled his head toward my lips. I opened, used my lips to push the hood down and sucked in the glans. It nearly filled my mouth--the first time my lips had touched a dick head. There was pre-cum and he tasted sweet, like salted honey. He stopped momentarily, then sighed and moved in to squeeze my nipples. No knots there! I sucked harder pulling him deeper, using my tongue to maximize the stimulation as I rolled his balls in the palm of my hand. I had taken the bait--without even discussing the price.

"I'm kinda ready, Kelly. If you keep sucking, you're going to have something to swallow. Is that what ...