BRENT OLIVER : Encounter 1
Greg Riley Bottoms
Greg is back for another massage, but he’s paired with a new masseur—tall, blond twink Brent Oliver. Brent oils up his client’s beefy back, but is immediately distracted by the size of the man’s thick bubble butt. Brent smiles as he kneads Greg’s cakes like an expert baker before moving down the man’s legs.
Facedown on the table, Greg can’t see that Brent is removing his own clothes as the massage progresses, but Greg has been here before, and it’s definitely on his mind. The twink’s hands feel amazing on his ass, and he w...ouldn’t mind some of that special service he got last time. When Brent’s long fingers dig into his crack to rub firmly against his hole, Greg is sure he’s in for a treat.
Brent steps out of his underwear, big cock bouncing free and already hard as a rock. He takes a chance, pressing across Greg’s hole with his oiled fingers and, when the man doesn’t protest, digging in a bit with his thumb. If anything, Brent feels Greg raise his hips toward the pressure, and the tip of Brent’s thumb pops in. Emboldened by his client’s reaction, Brent steps to the head of the table and lets his impressive cock drop on the back of Greg’s buzzed head as he presses into the man’s muscles.
Greg reaches behind his head to stoke the twink, before lifting his chest to get his mouth on the big meat. He gets his masseur nice and wet until his spit is covering Brent’s balls. Greg pulls the twink towards him and in between moans Brent tells him to get on all fours.
Greg does as he’s told and arches his back as Brent drops to his knees to give him an enthusiastic rim job. When Brent stands, he’s gotten Greg wet enough to press the fat head of his raw cock against Greg’s hole, pounding it right away. Greg is soon growling and sweating, but it’s clear he’s loving it as his fat ass bounces with every thrust.
“Can I record this?” Brent asks. “Fuck yeah,” Greg replies. Brent grabs his phone and watches through the screen as he deep dicks Greg’s hole as pedestrians walk by outside the window. The view of his thick, wet cock sliding in and out seems to turn Brent on even more because he picks up the pace, causing the table to squeak from the motion.
Grabbing Greg’s shoulder for leverage, Brent’s pounding gets feverish, but Greg takes it like a champ. By the time Brent says he’s going to cum, his entire body is flushed pink and he lets out a groan as he spasms against Greg’s ass. When Brent pulls out, a big, milky load follows on the head of his cock and only serves as extra lubrication when he slides back inside.