Next Door Buddies – Greek Massage – Colt Rivers and Arad

Title: “Sweaty Hands, Twitching Loins”

The sun was setting over the quiet neighborhood as Colt Rivers pulled up to the curb, his car idling softly. In his hands, he clutched a bottle of massage oil, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Tonight’s “appointment” was going to be a fiery one, he could feel it in his bones.

As he strode up the pathway towards the house, his heart pounded in anticipation. He double-checked the address, knocking thrice on the door. Arad, the young man he’d be working on tonight, answered promptly. But instead of his usual cheerful greeting, Arad seemed tense, his jaw clenched.

“Come in,” he grunted, leading Colt to the living room where a massage table was set up. Colt examined Arad, noting the way his swim shorts clung to his toned frame, outlining the curves of his muscular ass. The thin fabric did little to hide his excitement either, a prominent bulge tenting the front.

Colt cracked his knuckles, a wicked gleam in his eye. “On the table, buddy. Let’s get to it.”

Arad complied, laying face down on the padded surface. Colt liberally coated his calloused hands with the slick oil, the room filling with the rich scent of neroli and vanilla. He began at Arad’s broad shoulders, kneading the firm flesh with confident strokes.

Arad let out a low groan, his body involuntarily arching into Colt’s touch. The older man moved lower, his fingertips dipping teasingly into the small of Arad’s back. Down to the swell of his ass, where he spent extra time, his thumbs deftly circling the taut muscles.

Arad bit down on a moan, his hips squirming as Colt’s touch grew bolder. The younger man’s cock throbbed, straining against the tight confines of his shorts. Colt noticed it too, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “Looks like someone’s enjoying the service, huh?”

He leaned in close, his breath hot against Arad’s ear. “How about I take care of that situation for you?”

Arad could only whimper in response, his mind going hazy with lust. Colt slipped a hand under the fabric, freeing Arad’s swollen member. It slapped against Arad’s abs, leaving an oil-slick trail. “Fuck, you’re hard as a rock,” Colt purred, giving the leaking cock a few firm strokes.

Wasting no time, he shimmied Arad’s shorts down, baring the pert globes of his ass. They glistened obscenely under the oil, the slickness allowing Colt’s greedy palms to slide and squeeze. He gripped the cheeks hard, spreading them apart to reveal Arad’s tight pink hole.

Colt dragged a finger teasingly around the puckered flesh, feeling Arad clench and twitch beneath him. His own cock ached in his pants, rock hard and twitching with need. Colt pulled his hand away to undo his fly, fishing out his impressive length.

He notched the swollen head against Arad’s entrance, rubbing the sensitivity of his cock atop the eagerly twitching hole. “You want this, buddy? Want me to stuff you full and make you scream?” he growled.

“Please,” Arad gasped, pushing back against Colt eagerly. The older man needed no more encouragement. With one long, slow push, he seated himself fully inside Arad’s hot, slick heat.

Arad cried out at the sudden fullness, his back arching. “Oh fuck, Colt! Fuck me!” His filthy pleas spurred Colt on, driving him to plunge into the tight channel over and over. Each thrust dragged his thick length across Arad’s prostate, eliciting desperate keens from the younger man.

Sweat dripped down Colt’s brow, his grip on Arad’s hips punishing. He pounded into the tight hole, chasing his own pleasure as well as Arad’s. The room echoed with the obscene slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of Arad’s hole being split open.

Colt slipped a hand around to fist Arad’s dripping cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Aradsobbed, his vision whiting out as he clung to the edge of ecstasy. “Gonna cum!” he wailed.

“Go on, cum for me,” Colt urged, his own peak fast approaching. With a few more vigorous strokes, Arad went stiff, thick ropes of pearly release painting the massage table and floor. The pulsation of Arad’s orgasm triggered Colt’s, his cock spurting hot and deep inside the fluttering hole.

As he slumped over Arad’s back, catching his breath, Colt grinned. He withdrew from Arad’s loose hole, a trickle of cum dribbling free. Sitting Arad up, he turned the blissed-out young man towards him and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.

Arad mewled happily as Colt swept his tongue against his own, tasting the lingering flavors of sweat and sin. When they broke apart, Arad looked dazed, but deeply satisfied. “Best massage money can buy,” he quipped. Colt chuckled, thoroughly pleased with his work.

Wrapping up, Colt made sure Arad was situated before taking his leave. As he walked out into the warm night, he licked a stray bead of sweat from his neck, savoring the scent of their coupling. Just another day’s work for the tantric sex masseur… but damn, did he love his job.