Dan And Slava Massage Experience

I love getting massages. The health club that I go to has the best locker room set up that I could ever imagine. The club itself is enormous, covering several football fields. The second floor of the building, where the men's locker room is, has been added to and altered many times over making it a maze of shower rooms, saunas, steam rooms and whirlpools.

The entire `locker room maze' as I call it must cover an entire football field alone, so it's an arousing experience just to wonder through it from one end to the other, stopping at this shower room or that whirlpool and back to that sauna, always surrounded by dozens of naked men of every description.

From the second floor locker room you can take a private staircase down two floors to the massage area of the club. I will often soak in the whirlpool at one end of the locker room for a long time before rinsing off then walking through this maze of naked men and manly smells to the stairs leading to the massage rooms. Of course, I'm naked and taking my sweet time, seeing what there is to see.

By the time I have taken showers in each of the shower rooms and visited each of the steam rooms I've seen so many naked men that I'm horny as Hell. Many times I've joined in with guys who are masturbating or having a suck fest or whatever - so I end up trying to take a cold shower before going down to the massage rooms; it often hasn't been effective...

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There are only two massage therapists that I will schedule time with, Dan and Slava. By now, Dan and Slava have seen my erection a million times over. Dan is a big, soft-spoken guy who is like a big, cuddly, hairless teddy bear. He is sexy in a shy, quiet way. He's funny too, several times I have shown up naked and sporting an erection, which really made him blush the first time.

After more than a dozen massages from Dan, he's used to my body and the way it reacts to his touch. One day he blushed bright red as he told me that after finishing my massage he always has to go change his pants because he's made such a big wet spot on his crotch. So of course I reached out and rubbed the spot...

Dan is the kind of man that you make slow, gentle love with. He's got that incredible peaceful, aura about him. He put up a polite but halfhearted fight when I started caressing his wet spot. I could feel that he already had an erection. It didn't take long before I was slipping my cock into his ass; slowly, gently, languishing in the feelings it produced.

Once inside Dan, you just want to stay there and take a nap. He's so amazingly comfortable and warm; you just want to make fucking him last for hours. Although he's big like a linebacker, he's still surprising flexible. He lay on his side pulling one of his massive, smooth skinned legs up towards his chest so I could straddle his other leg while I slide my cock into his ass. There was no frenzied motion, just easy sliding in and out. His nice cock, hard and drooling precum while I fucked him.

Then he wanted to lie on his back, his legs over my shoulders so we could kiss as I fucked him. I'm quite a bit smaller than he is and it felt like I had a building draped over me but his wet, passionate kisses made me forget about that. The orgasm building up in me was so surreal, like I was watching it happen, not participating. I could feel my cock pumping my cum into him but I was completely relaxed, not tensed up at all. As I emptied myself into him I felt so relaxed like I wanted to fall asleep. I started playing with Dan's erection and without any noticeable build-up a few jets of white liquid spewed into the air landing on his smooth stomach. He just smiled and pulled me into a kiss. Sex with Dan leaves me even more relaxed and peaceful than his massages do. Whenever I think of making love with Dan I imagine we are out in the country, on the bank of a lazy river, laying naked by each other's side as we let the healing warmth of the sun work it's magic.

Being naked with him is so natural, no pretense or embarrassment. He may be sliding his erection into my ass or I may be sliding my erection into his, either way, it's safe, comforting and ultimately leaves me feeling warm, protected and peaceful. Not a bad effect to have on someone.

Slava on the other hand is a totally different situation.

Slava is high energy, fast-talking, utterly shameless; he has absolutely no inhibitions. One day I laid myself on his massage table -- erection tenting my towel as usual. Slava took one look at me and in his broken English tells me it's `impossible to make good massage' when I have so much sexual tension.

I laughed, telling him I can't help it, but he simply ripped away my towel and tells me to get rid of it, pointing at my erection. I looked at him sort of playfully telling him no, that if he wants it to go away that he'll have to do it himself.

Without a second of hesitation he's tearing his clothes off, revealing iron muscles and an impressive cock with low-hanging balls to match. Slava sort of flips me over on my stomach and I feel cold lotion being haphazardly sprayed all over my ass. His longer fingers didn't waste time; they poked straight and deep into my ass. I could feel three fingers wiggling around, stretching me out.

No such thing as foreplay with Slava. He unceremoniously yanked his hand bank and stabbed straight into me with his fat cock. Slava's erection isn't real long but it's really fat! I felt like he was shoving a baseball bat up my ass. The pain was instantly followed by the pleasure though.

Slava's iron thighs squeezed my legs together as he plowed into me. His huge hands locked on my lat muscles like he was afraid I'd buck him off the table. He fucks like a jackhammer, Hell bent on splitting open the concrete it's assaulting. He moved fast, stabbing deeper into me than it seemed possible, making me gasp for air but all I could think about was the sound of his balls slapping against me, thinking how painful that would be if it were mine.

Suddenly Slava dropped his head down on mine with a crack. His perfectly toned body stretched full length on top of mine as he lifted and dropped his hips, keeping his rhythm. Even though his erection isn't all that long it felt like he was in my throat. My ass burned and we were both sweating. He just kept pounding his cock into my ass for what seemed like hours. I was ready to beg him to stop when his rhythm changed and he sort of propped himself up, one hand between my shoulders and one hand tangled in the hair on the back of my head.

I swear his cock was stabbing directly into my brain when he came. I saw stars and thought my ass must be ripped to shreds. Every contraction of his orgasm felt like I had been shish-ka-bobbed. After one massive stab he pulled out of me, hopped to the floor, and flipped me onto my back all at one time. He grabbed my cock and started jacking me off faster than any vibrator could move. I thought he was going to pull the skin right up and off of my stinging cock. It didn't take long though before I was spraying cum in every direction.

Slava reacted as if I'd just thrown cool water into desert sand. His tongue was working furiously to get ever drop he could find. And then he vaulted back up onto the table, straddling my thighs. His cock never got soft! He started masturbating with both hands. He slammed his hands down to his rocky abdomen, over and over as fast as he could, those big balls just flying...

Sweat was pouring off of his body as he let out a huge grunt, sending a thick white rope of cum flying past my head. Another rope splashed down on my face, yet another on my chest and he just kept pulling on his cock as massive amounts of cum billowed out of him, pooling on my stomach.

We were suddenly face-to-face as Slava slid his still rock-hard cock through the puddle of his own cum; smearing it around on me as a child might half float in the water at the edge of the beach. My cock stung, my ass was on fire but I was keenly aware of the smell and taste of sweat and cum; it made me dizzy and very, very happy.

Slava smashed a kissed onto my lips, slide off of me onto his feet and yanked me into a sitting position. His cock was rock hard! He pulled me off the massage table but my legs weren't ready to hold any weight yet so he clamped his body against mine, crushing the air from my lungs. He made no attempt to move for a long time. At last he pulled his face back to look at me saying that he'd waited a long time to do that.

Without waiting for a response, he spun me around toward the door and ushered me to the stairs that lead up to the locker rooms. Luckily he was behind me, pressing me on otherwise I'm sure my legs would have buckled. And the whole time he's pressing me up the stairs he's licking or biting my ass or causing an internal explosion by poking a couple of fingers into my fragile ass.

Getting to the shower room, I'm exhausted, ready to lie down and die. Slave guides me into the showers giving one of the water dials a twist, nearly stopping my heart as cold water crashes across my burning skin. Slava takes the shower next to me, scrubbing himself furiously as if he were late for a tennis match or something.

When I caught my breath and adjusted the water temperature I noticed that the man STILL has an erection! Several other men are looking on in amazement as Slava paid no attention to them, turning this way and that, his fat cock still pointing upward, not straight out or down; upward!

A few men obviously like what they see. Slava has a beautifully sculpted body and that enormously thick erection just sticking right out there for all to see! Announcing he has another appointment scheduled he grabs my cock, smashes another kiss onto me and leaves the shower room. I left as well, feeling a dire need to use the toilet. Slava was in the little alcove where the urinal and toilets are, standing well away from one of the urinals, a golden arch flowing out of his amazing (hard) cock.

What can I say? I like getting massages. I sure get my money's worth!

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