I'm face down, naked on a massage table. Slim has hot towels and a fresh bottle of hemp oil. His hands are strong, and he's been working my muscles. Slim is perspiring a bit; the heat is on high because it's -11F outside. The windows have thick frost on them. It's Sunday morning and the stables are clean, the horses are quiet.
His hands will eventually reach my butt. He loves my ass. He will massage my glutes and thighs, teasing me. My dick and balls lay between my legs. He likes to brush them now and then to keep them excited.
Slim is a huge man. Half a foot taller than my own six feet. Might be 275, maybe more. He has black light fur covering most of his bod. He's in a sparkly thong, the pouch filled. He rubs the stiff hard pouch on me now and then as his hands work me.
He likes to take his time, towering over me, his hands perving on my bod. I want to peel that thong and suck his dick, but that has to wait. He lights up a number and inhales. I don't do that shit, but he does.
Fat fingers tease my trench and butthole. A little more oil and his thumb goes inside. He knows from practice, exactly where my gland is and he will massage it, pushing out my cock honey. Soon, it'll come in rivers. He'll massage me down to my feet and toes.
Eventually, his dick has to come out. It's got a major weapon of joy, cut and thick. It's not so long, but the size of that head and its shape are a sensation that no butt ever forgets.
He pulls me backwards on the table, my feet on the floor, my butt very exposed. He will eat my ass for a minute, then slowly slide that weapon into my playground. The head on it feels like a plunger in my ass. He's known to never pump fast. He likes the sensation of my ass wrapping around him, short thrusts as I squeeze on him. Once inside, it fits very well.
Time sort of goes away as he does this. My hole sings. In reality, those are my moans. My dick spurts little rivers of honey as he plunges each thrust. My legs get coated with the honey. We could do this for hours. He won't last though. I can get maybe twenty minutes of it and he will have to cum. Sometimes, he can't help it and just five minutes into making my ass see stars, he'll grunt loudly.
When he does shoot, it's always a flash flood. Slim is known for his loads. He shoots for almost a minute non-stop. I will be hosed and I love it. The sensation of him pulling out is sort of like being unplugged.
This time was no exception. It's his turn.
If I get in his tailpipe quickly enough just after he cums, he'll have assgasms. He will shake like a maple in a bad storm. I can bring it on until he can barely stand it, stop and back off, then do it again maybe a half dozen times. This will wipe him out, this huge burly man, his body sweating like a sauna, twitching in the electrocution of his ass on my big dick. It wipes him out like a five mile run.
Then it's my turn to cum. I will pull out and wank it all over him, painting him. He loves this. It is the very peak of our adventure on a cold Sunday morning. It is his habit to want to suck me clean. He does this slowly and thoroughly.
There's a round two sometimes. Not today. I massage his large bod, but I'm not nearly as good as massage as he is. If I get hard, he'll benefit. I'm too wiped today. Next time.
