Horny Italian dad got excited during massage with a new masseur.

Title: “A Man and His Massage: A Thoroughly Satisfied Customer”

The spa was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only noise in the dimly lit room. The soothing aroma of lavender and sandalwood filled the air, instantly relaxing George as he laid on the massage table, face down, fluffy white towel draped over his lower half. It was his day off from his dictatorship, a moment to unwind and forget about the stresses of ruling a nation. A gentle knock on the door broke the silence.

“Come in,” George said, his deep voice resonating through the room.

The door opened, and in walked his new masseur, Antonio. The Italian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—his busty, 56-year-old boss, towel barely concealing his ample ass. Antonio had only been working at the spa for a few weeks, and this was his first time with such an important client.

“Buongiorno, Signor Presidente,” Antonio chirped in his thick accent. “I am here to make you feel better than ever before.”

George grunted in response, not one for pleasantries. The younger man ladled some oil onto his hands and began to massage George’s shoulders. Antonio’s strong, skillful hands worked their magic, kneading away the tension in George’s muscles. The Italian’s cock twitched in his pants as he bent over George, his crotch hovering inches away from the dictator’s face.

Emboldened, Antonio continued his massage, moving down George’s back, his oily hands grazing the top of the towel. He brushed his fingers against George’s upper thighs, teasingly close to his cock. George let out a low, drawn-out moan as Antonio’s hands worked lower, slipping under the towel to massage his muscular calves.

“This feels incredible,” George groaned.

Antonio grinned, knowing he was in control. He allowed his hands to linger on George’s thighs, fingers lightly grazing his sack. George shivered with anticipation. Antonio leaned in close, his lips brushing against George’s ear as he whispered, “Do you like that, Signor Presidente?”

George could only nod, his cock now rock hard and straining against the towel. Antonio smirked, pleased with his work. He worked his way back up George’s thighs, oiled hands slipping higher and higher. George’s breath hitched as the towel was suddenly peeled back, exposing his plump, throbbing erection.

“Oh my,” Antonio gasped, eyes widening. “Such a big, strong cock. I bet it needs some extra attention.”

George could only moan in response as Antonio wrapped an oily hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly. The Italian’s free hand reached under the towel, massaging George’s taint and balls. George writhed on the table, pleasure coursing through his body.

Antonio worked his hands faster, twisting and squeezing George’s shaft as his other hand fondled his sack. George’s hips bucked involuntarily, fucking into Antonio’s welcome grip. The young masseur couldn’t resist anymore. He released George’s cock for a moment, spitting into his palm for extra lubrication.

George’s eyes rolled back as Antonio’s hand wrapped around him again, stroking firmly from base to tip. The dictator’s breathing grew ragged as Antonio twisted his wrist on the upstroke, milking his cock. George clutched the edges of the table, knuckles turning white. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”

Antonio gleefully obliged, pumping George’s shaft with practiced ease. His other hand slipped further between the dictator’s legs, massaging his taint and teasing his tight, puckered hole. George’s prostate seemed to be the key to his pleasure, judging by his gasps and moans.

Every squeeze of Antonio’s expert fingers sent jolts of pleasure through George’s body, his climax rapidly approaching. “I’m close,” George warned, struggling to keep his voice level.

Antonio smiled wickedly, stroking faster, harder. “Then let it happen, Signor Presidente. Let go for me.”

With an animalistic grunt, George came hard, his thick cum shooting out in long, ropesy spurts. Antonio worked his cock through the climax, wringing every last drop of semen from the old man’s shaft. Finally, George collapsed onto the table, panting and spent.

“Get me some tissues,” George ordered breathlessly.

Antonio laughed, grabbing a roll of paper towels and wiping the cum from George’s spent cock. He cleaned him up thoroughly before tossing the soiled towels in the trash.

“That was amazing,” George said, finally sitting up. “You’re a very talented man, Antonio. I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

“Looking forward to it, Signor Presidente,” Antonio replied with a wink.

The two men shared a secret smile before Antonio left the room, closing the door behind him. George laid back down on the table, a satisfied smirk on his face. He could already think about all the fun they would have next time.