The 6'3" tall, Italian, 26-year-old looked down at the relaxing client, the father of the high school's football quarterback.
The tall masseur and athletic trainer let Augustus Bert lay in his own cum, having just experienced his first ejaculation from a prostate massage.
Ross Avilgliano toweled off his finger, and smiled. Augustus hadn't just liked his finger fuck; he'd loved it, hiking his hairy hole up high and pushing back on Ross' finger. The massage had obviously relieved some major stress for Augustus, who lay still.
Ross let him lay, unsure if he was awake or asleep.
In his office, just off the massage room, Ross checked his appointment book, sure Augustus would want to change to a twice a week schedule he'd hinted at earlier. Ross continued working.
When clients were ready, they knew to let Ross know.
Ross lost track of time, and didn't know 45 minutes had passed.
Three short, steady knocks alerted him to Augustus' presence as the door swung open and there stood a smiling banker, showered and in his suit, ready to head home.
The 43-year-old walked around the desk as Ross stood.
"Thanks, Ross. I needed that like you can't believe," he said, pulling the former pro-football player into a hug. "I need to get going, but I do want to switch to two sessions a week. Do you have an opening three days from now?"
"Yes, I do, Augustus. I hope you enjoyed the massage as much as you're saying."
"I did, Ross. You're truly talented," Augustus complimented. "You mentioned an oral massage?"
"I'll make sure we do that in the next session, Augustus," Ross smiled. "I didn't want to overload you with a lot of new techniques at once."
"I appreciated that. I'll see you in two days at Justin's practice, and then the day after for another tension release."
They shook hands and Augustus left.
The banker was a proud parent, regularly attending his son's practices, but not every practice. Ross inked in the appointment in three days, making a note to introduce Augustus to "oral massage" during that session.
Pre-season practice had been tough. Too tough. The coach had let practice get out of hand, and two team members took ambulance rides to the emergency room, Ross was tending to three minor injuries, and a few parents, all the coaches and a couple of administrators were arguing in the gymnasium as the rest of the team hit the locker rooms. No one was sure if it was equipment malfunction, a coach pushing too hard, players gone wild, or what exactly had happened. Ross was wrapping Michael Stavros' right ankle. Michael was a wide receiver, but he wouldn't be running anything for a few days. The 16-year-old was pissed. He'd been a by-stander who'd been hit by someone trying to avoid the major catastrophe. He'd tried to remain standing and twisted his ankle in the attempt. Michael swore, and Ross admonished him. He finished wrapping the ankle. "Stay off that. Period. Use these crutches. I don't care what you had planned for the weekend," Ross instructed, knowing the usual arguments players had for worsening their injuries. Daniel Carmello was soaking in the large tub, jet sprays roaring, having stretched several muscles. Robert Steele sat waiting his turn. Michael hobbled off. "How are you doing, Daniel?" Ross asked while motioning Robert to come over to the bench. "I'm fine," the blonde 17-year-old shouted across from the opposite end of the therapy room. "I don't think I'll have any problems kicking." Daniel was the punter. He was being courted by colleges, but Ross knew the boy didn't have that "it" needed for the pros. But he'd make a fine addition to any college. The punter was a typical blonde, nearly hairless and pale skinned. Daniel was a little skinnier than Ross preferred, but his lean, taut muscles turned many an eye. Daniel relaxed in the stainless steel soaker tub behind a white curtain as Robert sat on the bench before Ross. "Stay in there for at least another 30 minutes, Daniel." He turned to Robert. "So what's wrong with you, Robert?" Ross asked. "Wait a minute. You were on the other end of the football field, weren't you? "Yeah, but I think I pulled something doing my exercises," Robert whined. Robert played the offensive and defensive lines. He was the only son of an alcoholic construction worker and a timid nurse who lived on the wrong side of the tracks. Robert was a big, burly kid, about 5'11", barrel-chested, dark-brown hair covering his chest, gut, arms and legs. Robert was kind of boisterous. "Okay, ankle, leg, what?" Ross asked, wanting to get to it.
Robert looked back toward the tub, then locked eyes with Ross.
"I think it's my groin," he grinned.
Ross rolled his eyes in the back of his head. Last school year, dozens of female students had hit on him, and four guys had. Of those guys, one had been legal, and Ross was tempted, but he was a student.
Robert pulled the towel from around his waist and Ross saw the boy's engorged cock. Ross was trying to remember Robert's age.
"Don't be shy, Mr. Avilgliano," Robert chuckled. "Carl Masters told me about you."
Ross instantly became steamed. Carl Masters had moved in the middle of the summer, one of Ross' fuckbuddies who'd left for greener pastures. He couldn't believe he'd told a student about Ross.
"I don't know what Carl told you, but I think you have the wrong impression, Robert," Ross played it coy.
"He said you liked to suck cock," Robert said bluntly. He looked down at his crotch. "I'm horny, bud."
"Robert, you're a student. I'm not interested," Ross said, standing up and starting to walk away.
"Like I care about that? Either blow me or I report you anyway," Robert demanded.
"Report me, Robert," Ross said flatly. "I won't be bribed into anything.
"Daniel, how's that soak going?" He pulled the curtain back.
Daniel did a full-bodied blush. He'd been caught masturbating.
"Dude, I thought you were going to keep him busy!" Daniel shouted at Robert.
"Horny teenagers, I don't need," Ross sighed. "Robert, get dressed and get out. Daniel, you have 25 more minutes, and stop doing that!"
Ross never learned exactly what had happened on the practice field, but the school was looking for a new head coach. The former coach was demoted to a volunteer assistant. Ross had been offered the job; he turned it down.
Ross had called both players' parents, suggesting the parents have a word with their sons about appropriate behavior without saying exactly what they'd done.
Ross checked his schedule, waiting for Augustus' appointment. He'd already prepped the massage room and table, removing the headrest so he could administer the oral massage.
Augustus was right on time, shedding his clothes and entering the meditation room. About 15 minutes later, he appeared and lay on the table, face down.
"Where's the headrest?" H immediately noticed it was gone.
"Removed to better give you that oral massage you're interested in," Ross said. "But I guess I got ahead of myself."
He reached under the table and re-inserted the headrest, and started this regular massage, this time skipping the anal massage, but giving the buttocks a good kneading.
Ross flipped Augustus over on his back, and started at his feet, working his way up the body, avoiding the legendary horse cock. Ross massaged the chest, giving special attention to Augustus' chest, his pec, his nipples. Ross worked the nipples for a while, making note that Augustus' dick appeared to stiffen.
Standing to Augustus' right, Ross started a face massage, something he'd never done with the banker. The neck was as high as Ross had massaged, but he did a face massage, then walked so he was standing to the top of the prone banker.
"Time to remove that headrest, and give you your oral massage, Augustus," Ross said.
"Great! I can't wait," Augustus sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head slump over the table's edge.
Ross started on Augustus' forehead, then trailed a single fingertip down the banker's nose. He rested his thumbs on Augustus' lips and started rubbing the lips, pushing between them gently, measuring the banker's response.
"Like that, Augustus?" Ross asked, pulling his fingers completely from Augustus.
"Yes, Ross. You're relaxing me greatly. I'm ready for whatever you have," the banker said quietly, totally relaxed.
Ross put his fingers back on the banker's face, this time pushing the thumbs inside the banker's oral cavity, rubbing his upper palette, the front and back of his teeth, massaging the tongue, and giving his mouth an overall massage with all his fingers.
After about 10 minutes, Ross stopped. Augustus' head hung limp, relaxed.
His eyes were closed.
"That's great, Ross," he said.
"There's more," Ross purred, pulling the drawstring on his sweatpants.
His 7-inch cock was erect, yearning to join the massage of Augustus' mouth.
Ross rubbed the banker's cheeks, working the mouth open.
Augustus could see the stiff pecker and Ross' hairy Italian balls coming toward his face, but he opened his mouth, wanting to experience additional massage. Ross slid the head of his cock in the banker's mouth, the cock head rubbing Augustus' tongue.
Ross started working the banker's nipples, as he massaged the inside of the banker's mouth.
"Enjoy that massage, Augustus," Ross whispered as he tweaked the twin nipples on the banker's toned chest, watching his cock become a rigid member.
Ross' cock head was at the entrance to the banker's throat, a good 3 inches inside the banker's mouth.
Ross gently rocked his cock in and out, millimeter movements for his member, working it further, deeper.
Augustus' cock was now fully erect as were his nipples under the tender ministrations of Ross' fingers.
Soon, Augustus felt the soft hairs of Ross' furry, Italian balls hitting his eyelids.
Ross was continuing to work the banker's nips, kneading the muscular chest as his cock massaged Augustus' mouth.
Augustus hadn't exactly expected this. He's anticipated an oral massage, of his cock. But this was relaxing. It was a massage; he'd never had a throat massage; he'd never had the natural "oil" of saliva covering his cheeks as it drooled out of his mouth with each subtle thrust of Ross' cock. Ross was a master masseur, and Augustus was relaxed totally in Ross' hands.
Relaxed and turned on. He could feel his cock, rock hard, and straining.
He sensed Ross was increasing his speed, the massage on his chest and torso increasing in strength and ...
Ross' cock was stripped from his mouth, and Augustus felt a new warmth covering his chest. Ross moved forward, nestling his nuts below Augustus' chin, right at his hole. Ross rode Augustus' chin as he added a new "oil" to Augustus' chest. Ross relaxed, and began massaging it into the banker's chest when Augustus added to the mix, having moved his chin and started eating the tight butt before him.
Ross continued working the "oils" into Augustus' chest and torso, savoring the tongue rimming his hole, the tip tracing around the edge, then trying to dart inside. He let the banker's tongue perform its own massage for a while, then broke off, both sated.
"Ross, that was more than I imagined," Augustus said.
"I appreciate that, Augustus. When you're ready, just let me know," Ross said, donning a robe, picking up his sweats and heading toward his office.
"Ross. Thank you," the banker said, slowly rising.
He headed toward the shower, then thought about it. Part of massage was the fragrance. Ross usually had a woodsy fragrance, a Redwood, or musky oak. A new fragrance was joining that sensation. Augustus had never thought of smelling his own cum, but it was wafting up into his nostrils now.
"Damn," Augustus thought, striding naked to the shower.
He turned on the shower until it was nice and steaming, part of why Augustus loved the facility. He stepped inside and grabbed the soap, taking one last whiff of his chest, then started lathering up and scrubbing down, the lingering fragrance of his own cum continuing to stiffen his cock.
He bent over and lathered up each leg, then came to his hairy balls and started washing those. Slowly. His cock was rock hard again. Thinking about his cum. Thinking about swalloing that cock. Augustus' fingers were lingering under his balls, massaging that hairy valley. He'd wanted his ass used again, but was too shy to ask. Now he wanted cock in his ass and throat.
He worked a finger around the rim of his hairy hole, then started probing.
Smooth upper-bodied, tall, standing in a steamy shower, fingering his hole with a soapy finger.
Ross was enjoying the show on his closed-circuit system. He'd had it installed as a safety measure. Clients could have issues out of his sight, but today he'd flicked it on to see exactly what Augustus would do.
Apparently, it was seconds.
To be continued...
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