He gives me a massage on vacation when we’re the last ones up

Hey, you're still up?" His voice cut through the silence of the cabin, startling me from my half-doze on the couch. I glanced up to see Alex leaning against the doorframe, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Yeah, just winding down," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the sudden spike in my pulse. The rest of our group had retired to their rooms hours ago, leaving us the last ones awake in the spacious mountain retreat.

Alex sauntered over, his movements fluid and confident. "You know, I've been taking these massage classes. Thought it might be fun to try out some techniques. You game?"

I hesitated for a moment, considering the implications of accepting such an intimate offer. But the idea of Alex's hands on me was too tempting to resist. "Sure, why not? Lead the way."

He led me to a dimly lit room, where a massage table was set up with candles flickering around the edges. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and something deeper, more primal. I stripped down to my boxers and lay face down on the table, feeling the cool surface against my skin.

Alex's hands were warm as they began their work, gliding over my back with practiced ease. Each stroke seemed to pull the tension from my muscles, sending it spiraling away into the ether. I let out a soft moan, unable to help myself.

"Good?" he asked, his voice low and close to my ear.

"Mmm, yeah," I murmured, arching slightly into his touch.

His hands moved lower, massaging the globes of my ass through the fabric of my boxers. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers traced the crease, teasingly close to where I wanted them most.

"Roll over," Alex instructed softly, and I complied, my heart pounding as I faced him. His eyes were dark with desire, fixed on the bulge in my boxers.

Without a word, he reached out and gently pulled the elastic down, freeing my cock from its confines. It sprang up, hard and eager, and I saw his pupils dilate at the sight.

"Beautiful," he whispered, wrapping his hand around the base. He stroked slowly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head, causing me to gasp.

But he wasn't done. With a wicked grin, he dipped one finger beneath the waistband of my boxers and slid it down further, exposing my asshole to his gaze. I tensed, unsure of what to expect, but desperate for whatever he planned to do next…

First chapter posted here on RedQuill



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