Chapter 4: Climax
The United Center Physical Therapy Room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Ian stood nervously outside the door, anticipating seeing Mats' well-defined physique.
"I'm ready," Mats said, lying face down on the massage table with a towel covering his lower half.
Ian took a deep breath, preparing himself for the task at hand and walked into the room.
He couldn't help but steal a glance at Mats' toned body, arousal surging through him at the sight. He touched Mats' shoulders, beads of sweat glistening on his skin.
"I'm going to start now," Ian said softly, his hands kneading the tense muscles of Mats' shoulders. Mats moaned, his head falling forward. Ian's hands moved smoothly over Mats' skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
He worked the tension out of Mats' muscles, his touch growing more confident with each passing moment.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," Mats murmured, his voice husky with pleasure.
Ian's heart raced at the sound, his cock twitching in his pants. He ignored it, focusing on the task at hand. But as his hands moved lower, brushing against the towel covering Mats' ass, Ian couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He pushed it down, revealing the Mats' crack.
"Yeah, really get in there, Ian," Mats moaned.
Not understand what was possessing him, Ian moved behind Mats and spread his cheeks and dove in, his tongue exploring Mats' puckered hole. Mats twitched, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but relaxed as Ian's tongue worked its magic.
Mats' cock grew harder, pressing against the table. Ian couldn't believe his luck as he greedily fed on Mats' entrance. The vision of Mats' ass cheeks in face and the muscles in his back was making his dick pulse with blood.
"Fuck," Mats muttered, his body trembling from the pleasure.
Ian release his mouth and pulled Mats' hips of the table. He reached through Mats' legs and pulled his wonderfully hard cock into view. Ian brought his tongue to Mats' cock head, reveling in the delicious salty taste of his precum. He ran his wet muscle up Mats' shaft to his balls where he suckled and licked a bit, past Mats' taint and up to his quivering hole. Ian repeated this over and over making Mats' lose all feeling in his lower body.
He was drifting in a sea of pleasure where nothing mattered but the sensations running through him.
"Fuck Ian," Mats panted as the younger man increased the intensity of his ministrations. Ian grunted in response, his own arousal growing stronger with every moan from the Swede.
With a sudden movement, Ian stood up and unzipped his pants. He grabbed the bottle of oil.
I can't hold back anymore," Ian growled, slicking up his cock with the oil and positioning himself at Mats' entrance.
Mats nodded, his breaths coming in short pants. "Fuck me, Ian. I'm all yours."
With a grunt, Ian thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in Mats' tight hole. The feeling of being inside the hockey player was unlike anything Ian had ever experienced. Mats' muscles clenched around him, gripping his shaft like a vice.
Ian groaned, his hips stuttering as he began to thrust in and out of Mats' tight hole. With each stroke, he hit a spot deep within him that made the Swede cry out with pleasure.
"Yes!," Mats moaned, his fingers digging into the massage table. "Fuck me harder."
Ian was only too happy to oblige. He quickened his pace, driving into Mats with such force that the table shook beneath them.
Mats grunted with each powerful thrust, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Fuck, Mats, you're so tight," Ian gasped, his breath hot against the hockey player's ear. "I can't hold back much longer."
"Then don't," Mats moaned, his voice ragged and desperate. "Fucking come inside me, Ian. I want to feel you fill me up."
With a growl, Ian gave into his desires, his cock spasming his hot jelly as he emptied himself deep inside Mats.
The feeling of Ian's hot cum filling him up, owning him, sent Mats over the edge. As Ian released from him, Mats slow sank his body back onto the table.
He rolled over and gave Ian a look and said, "I still want my happy ending, though."
Ian swallowed hard before answering, "You deserve one, Mats."
With that, Ian manuebered himself at Mats' cock and began wildly sucking him off.
Mats groaned in pleasure, his hands reaching out to grab Ian's hair. "Just like that, take me deep," Mats snarled.
His fingers dug into Ian's hair, pulling him down harder onto his throbbing cock. Ian gagged but kept his lips locked around Mats' shaft. He glanced up, meeting the athlete's lust-filled gaze, then retreated, releasing the now-wet cock with a pop.
"Fuck," Mats hissed, eyes fluttering shut as his hips bucked upwards. Ian's warm saliva slid down his dick, cooling precome leaking in its wake.
Mats' cock was thick and veiny in Ian's mouth, and he could feel every twitch and pulse as Mats' orgasm approached.
"Fuck yeah, take me deeper," Mats growled, shoving his cock deeper into Ian's mouth.
Ian gagged, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't stop. He wanted to please Mats, to make him forget about everything except for the hot, wet ecstasy centered between his thighs.
Ian slipped a hand between Mats' legs and cupped his tender balls, rolling them gently in his fingers. Mats groaned, his breath hitching as Ian's fingertips trailed down to his taint.
"Oh, god, Ian..." Mats moaned as Ian traced a slick fingertip around his puckered entrance. "Do it...please..."
With a devilish grin, Ian obliged. He pushed one finger into Mats' tight heat, and the Swede bucked his hips up to meet it.
Ian added a second finger, scissoring them apart to stretch Mats out.
"You feel so fucking good," Ian murmured, his lips brushing against Mats' inner thigh.
Mats moaned, his fingers tightening in Ian's hair as the physical therapist worked his fingers in and out of his ass.
Ian's tongue snaked out to tease Mats' swollen cockhead, causing the Swede to cry out with pleasure.
"Fuck, Ian, just do it already!" Mats demanded, his voice hoarse with lust.
With that Mats' shot his cum so furiously down Ian's throat, Ian thought he might lose conciousness.
Ian swallowed every drop of it, savoring the taste of Mats' release. Mats' body jerked and shuddered as he emptied himself, leaving Ian's mouth full beyond capacity. When Mats' orgasm had subsided, his body went limp, sprawled out like a ragdoll.
Ian slowly climbed off the table and collected himself. He looked at the exhausted yet extremely satisfied Mats sprawled before him and realized that this was what he had dreamed of for a long time.