My Favorite Annual Tradition Cums in June [MM]

*Disclaimer: everyone is over 18 in this post*

It’s my one of my favorite times of year. The days are getting longer and warmer, the rivers are running and Lucas comes to town.

I met Lucas 6 or so years ago when craigstlist personals were still a thing. He had posted an ad looking for a “Slight Young Man for Free Erotic Massage”.

The post detailed that he was a (mostly) straight married man who was vacationing at a family house in the area, looking for a younger discreet guy to give a free sensual massage with no reciprocation necessary, but appreciated. I was hard immediately.

As an in-the-closet bi guy in a small town with little outlet for my gay side, it seemed like the perfect arrangement to satisfy some urges long neglected.

He replied mere minutes after I had sent my age and stats and a little about my strong fetish for “normal” massages that turn erotic with older men. We exchanged a couple messages and photos and eventually had a time and place set and a beautiful yearly tradition was borne.

And every June since our first encounter, I wait eagerly for his email announcing his eminent arrival. And every June, without fail, our email chain reignites in my inbox with a simple: “You around?”

Over the years, the intensity of our annual rendezvous has increased dramatically. What started as a good-but-not-great massage finished with some mutual jerking has evolved into some of the best sex I have ever had.

So when the yearly email hit my inbox last week, my heart rate instantly quickened and my head felt light with arousal and anticipation.

I drove out to his house, nearly trembling with anticipation. He lived outside of town and as I navigated the twisting country roads, my mind raced through our past encounters. The feeling of his strong hands running down my back and legs, the way he gripped my asscheeks as his tongue licked my hole…

I snapped to attention as I nearly drove off the side of the road and tried to turn my thoughts elsewhere to put my rock hard erection in check.

Lucas opened the door with a smile. He was wearing loose linen pants and no shirt with a soft terrycloth towel around his neck, with the scent and energy of someone who had just recently gotten out of the shower.

As my eyes raked over his strong hairy chest and tight midriff, I remembered another reason Lucas turned me on so much, this was special and exciting for him too. Something to clean up and prepare for, something to relish in the moment and remember for the rest of the year.

“Great to see you, Jack.” He said, opening the door further to let me in.

A beer and some pleasantries later, I found myself face down on his massage table. He told me years ago, that his sister had bought it on a whim with the intention of getting her license, but had dropped the ambition early on and the family had just never sold it. (I always envied the kind disregard Lucas had for money and valuable things, but we came from different places).

I always played around with what I presented when vulnerable on Lucas’ massage table. Sometimes fully nude, sometimes with just a towel over my ass and once I had worn a jockstrap to tremendous result. Today I had chosen a tight, thin pair of black boxer briefs that I had bought specially for the occasion because of how well they framed my ass.

I made a display of slightly shaking my ass and settling my legs as I heard him walk into the room fresh from heating up the massage oil. Hearing his footsteps stop and feeling his eyes on me. I gave my cheeks a slight flex of enticement and rolled my hips in a show of building horniness.
My actions had their desired effect. I heard a low groan of lust escape Lucas’s throat.

“Oh, Jack.” He breathed. Then his voice was at my ear. “You always know how to get me so fucking hard.”

And I felt his fingers run down the silky fabric along my crack, sending chills of anticipation up my spine. My cheeks clenched and relaxed as my hips pushed up, meeting his pressure against my hole. I let out a soft moan.

And then I felt the warm oil dripping along my back and Lucas’s hand deftly smoothing and kneading my muscles. Over the years, he had gotten better and better at the massage piece of our play, and soon I was feeling a sweet mix of relaxation and invigoration as his touch activated and eased every muscle in my body.

As he was working my thighs, moving closer and closer to my groin, my mind snapped back from its sleepy state and the true purpose of the visit flooded into my thoughts and I could feel my cock growing hard under the weight of my body.

And then his hand were at my ass, his oiled hands caressing my firm cheeks over the thin fabric of my tight butt-huggers.

“How much to do care about these?” He asked, lustily.

“I bought them just for you.” I replied.

“Oh you sexy fuck.” He breathed.

And then I felt his fingers dig in and pull. The thin material tore easily and just as I felt the cool air meeting my cheeks, his tongue was at my hole.

I let out a moan and pushed back into his face, grinding against his soft sandpaper cheeks and loosening my hole, wanting that feeling deeper and deeper inside me. The sudden aggressive onset of his sexual desire drove me wild, filled with the thought that he had been fighting the urge to do this since the moment he walked into the door.

I gave myself over to the pleasure as I arched my back, lifting my dick off the table and giving his tongue and hands better access to both my ass and my shaft. Now bent over with Lucas behind me, I reached out with my toes and groped around for his cock, hanging between his legs and he bent over behind me.

They found the soft smooth skin nearly hard. Feet still slick from the massage oil, I began to slowly stroke his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper into me with his tongue.

I breathed deeply, trying to push down the orgasm building in my hips, I didn’t want it to be over this soon. Fighting every instinct I reached back and gripped Lucas’s shoulder.

“Oh Fuck Lucas, not yet, not yet.” I breathed.

And the tongue was gone and my body relaxed. The orgasm ebbing away slowly as I breathed through it. Staying as still as possible, my ass still pressed firmly into the air like the hungry, nearly spent slut I currently felt like, I heard Lucas slowly move around me, grabbing the oils again.
“Turn over.” He commanded, and with a little effort, I obliged.

And the massage resumed, him focusing on my arms and chest, my hard-on subsiding as I began to relax again.

As he leaned over to work my sides, my eyes opened and I saw his still hard cock, inches from my face. I craned my neck and gave the tip a kiss. He took the message and pushed forward slightly, my lips parting as his velvety tip entered my mouth. I sucked softly and slowly, relishing the feeling of his cock pulsing and twitching against my tongue.

He pushed forward more and I instinctively relaxed my throat, taking him as deep as he could push, feeling his shaft passing along my lips and tongue, tasting the precum cum dripping from his tip. And the massage tuned more to a grip, holding me firmly as he pushed his hips in and out, slowly fucking my face as I sucked hungrily.

And then his oiled hands were at my cock. Stroking slowly as he pushed. My cock now standing firmly straight and my tip extremely plump and dripping. He changed from stroking to squeezing, massaging my shaft muscle as I picked up the pace on his.

He pulled away from my mouth and I knew what was next. Ever since the time a few years ago when we broke this particular boundary, there has come a time in ever encounter since where Lucas gets so aroused that he becomes singularly focused on one objective, cumming inside of me. Last year was the first year we had ditched the condoms.

He pulled firmly on my thighs, sliding me to the end of the table and leaving my aching asshole exposed to the edge of the table. I relaxed my mind for what I knew was coming. When Lucas got into this state, the softness and the tenderness seemed to melt away, replaced by a more ravenous animal version of himself.

His hands gripped around the ruined straps of underwear around my waist, I barely had time to ready myself when I first felt his bulging tip at my hole before he pushed firmly and entered me completely.
“Oh FUCK!” I yelled as my hips exploded in a mix of pain and pleasure as I adjusted to the very sudden intrusion into my quivering asshole. But he knew this was no reason to stop or slow. I loved the unbridled desire with which Lucas fucked me and after a few firm strokes my awareness of any pain had washed away, replaced entirely by all-consuming gratification as he pumped his cock in and out of my body.

My toes flexed over his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through my legs. I could hear his moans and his deep grunts of satisfaction as he fucked, his eyes locked on my waist, watching my abs relax and contract as he repeated filled a space deep beneath them.

I felt the pace change slightly, becoming a little more consistent and deliberate. He breathing had deepened too and I knew he was extremely close.

“Oh, fuck. Keep going, keep going, just like that, yes, yes.” I encouraged, letting him know that I was close too.

And then he let out a deep gutteral grunt and pushed in deep. I felt the hot cum spread inside me and his cock pulsing firmly as he pumped wave after wave of cum inside me. He gripped my cock and jerked firmly twice and my I erupted. My asshole milking his cock as mine spilled load after load over my abs and chest. Satisfaction and fulfillment flooded through my body as my hips flexed and bucked, unconsciously trying to squeeze every last drop of his seed from his already diminishing hard-on.

By the time he pulled out, I had slightly returned to earth and I admired his now half-hard and still dripping cock as it swung comfortably between his legs. And, still in a bit of a foggy trance, he lumbered out of the room, leaving me lying in the wasted remains of my sexy underwear and covered in cum.

I also loved this part of our encounters. Every time he came, Lucas, without word, would just shudder off the orgasm and depart the room, leaving me sticky and breathless. Sprawled out on his table feeling used and slutty, Lucas’s hot cum leaking slowly down my cheeks, I was filled with a dirty feeling of contentment.

After a few minutes, Lucas returned to the room with a towel and some water and tossed me the towel.

“I was thinking.” He said, eyeing me interestedly. “What if this time, instead of just running off right away, you stick around and maybe spent the night?”

I could feel my cock give a slight twitch, and I nodded.

He smiled.

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