After Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly. He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car. He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.
“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.
“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now. Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”
“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”
Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership. Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional. In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis. He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks. He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds. He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone. It was Oliver.
[Did you have fun?]
[Yes, it was very fun. We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]
[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment. A special delivery. Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]
What was this man doing to him? He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly. He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible. He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric. He wouldn’t be ready. Could he?
But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek. He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return. He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.
“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me. I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”
“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”
“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”
Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened. He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man. He shook his head.
“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.
Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work. He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership. On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top. He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car.
As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message. What did he mean by special delivery? Another encounter? His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it. Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought. He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant. He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident.
When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one. He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people. Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation. He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza. By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants. There wasn’t. He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment. He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.
[Greg said he had a good time. He told me a little about what happened. He said you’re a fast driver.]
Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.
[When is this special delivery and what is it? I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]
[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise. I hope you like it.]
Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television. Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door. “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet. He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh. He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him. He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder. He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms. He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.
“Hello, are you Mark?”
“That’s right.”
“Hi, I’m Brad. I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage. He said you’d need it after the day you had. Can I come inside?”
Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space. Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table. He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers. He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.
“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.
“Why bother? We’re both men. This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”
They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer. Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen. He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes. Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Um, I usually, I mean...”
Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs? He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks. Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut.
“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.
“No, should I?”
“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.
“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”
He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom. He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust. Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower. He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.
Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen. He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling. Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable. Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.
“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.
“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles. I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”
He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.
“That’s not so bad,” he replied.
“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.
“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”
“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it. It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”
“Oh,” Mark said. “There’s more?”
“Do you still want to do this?”
“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”
“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”
Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled. Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles. For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing. He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back. The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time. He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body. His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable. He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers. He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles. His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had.
The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside. More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly. Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath. Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing. Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress. He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up. He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it. Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction. Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate. He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.
The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously. The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking. He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face. There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest. Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all. He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else. His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.
“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.
Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him. It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing. His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed. He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside. It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.
“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.
But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger. Bigger than that? Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.
“Do you want to see it?”
“Yes,” Mark answered.
Brad held the dildo in front of his face. It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way. Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.
“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it. Did you love the last one?”
“Yes,” Mark said.
Brad spanked him playfully.
“Yes sir,” Mark said.
“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”
Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks. He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take. It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself. And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart. There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else. He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full. Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation. His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.
Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive. Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over. He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him. The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out. He felt empty. His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy. It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.
“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.
Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts. He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip. Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer. He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth. He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it. Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought. And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick. He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it. Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.
“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”
He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way. Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back. He knew what was going to happen next. And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth. Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip. He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust. Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it. He wanted the man’s load so bad. He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat. Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.
“Was it good for you?” he asked.
“It was awesome,” Mark answered.
Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation. They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other. Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together. Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation. Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.
“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.
“Sure,” Brad said.
They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones. They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time. Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss. There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it. It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.
