Chapter 1: The Table
After Jane’s massage she insisted that John go and experience what Marcus had to offer, his skilled hands, his toned physique, his filthy dominant mind and massive 10” big black cock, that turned Jane on and made her cum so much, that she desperately wanted more of but as this was Johns idea in t the first please, she figured he should also experience the pleasure that Marcus can give. So perhaps next time they can experience it together as a couple, the thoughts and possibilities that raced through Jane’s dirty mind and gave her butterflies.
Jay stood outside the house, it stood unassuming, tucked away in a quiet neighbourhood, its freshly painted white walls and well-manicured lawn concealing the secrets it housed behind closed doors. John pulled up to the curb in his black Audi, the engine rumbling to a soft stop. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, noting the slight flush on his cheeks and the spark in his eyes. It had been a while since he'd felt this alive, this turned on by what Jane had suggested, this anticipatory. He stepped out of the car, the crisp autumn air nipping at his skin.
The scent of wood smoke from a nearby chimney filled his nostrils as he closed the car door with a quiet thud. He straightened his jacket, his eyes scanning the house. The subtle 'No Solicitors' sign hung from a hook, a clear indication of the privacy sought within.
A faint hum of music reached him, the muffled beat of a sultry R&B track. He walked up the path, the crunch of gravel underfoot a stark contrast to the soft music. The door opened before he could knock, revealing a man in his late forties, with a warm smile and a towel draped over his shoulder.
"John?" he asked, extending a hand. "I'm Leo, come on in, Marcus has been expecting you”.
John stepped inside, the scent of expensive candles enveloping him. The house was dimly lit, the walls adorned with tasteful abstract art. A plush velvet couch sat in the corner, a low coffee table in front of it bearing a tray of steaming tea and an assortment of fruits.
Leo led him down a hallway, the walls lined with framed black and white photographs of muscular bodies, elegantly posed. "First time here, isn’t it?" he asked, glancing back at John.
"Is it that obvious?" John replied with a chuckle, running a hand through his silver hair. "I'm just a little nervous, I guess." Leo said “Jane had enjoyed herself in the same circumstances and you just need to go with your desires. Marcus will do the rest” John Nodded and smiled back, still nervous. Leo stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. "Nothing to be nervous about, John. We're all here to enjoy and explore." He opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room with soft music playing. A large massage table stood in the centre, draped in crisp white sheets. A tall, muscular black man was standing by the table, his broad back to them. "Just remember what we just discussed and don’t worry about anything else?" Leo suggested to John, his voice low. "You're in control here. You tell Marcus how you want to be touched, where you want him to explore. He's here to give you what you want." With that, Leo stepped aside, letting John enter the room.
Marcus turned around, his tall frame filling the space. He was shirtless, his dark skin glistening with oil, a towel draped low around his hips. He was impressively built, each muscle defined and rippling under his skin. But it was his smile that struck John the most—warm, inviting, and entirely genuine. "Hey, I'm Marcus," he said, his deep voice resonating in the room.
He extended a hand towards John, who took it, feeling the warmth and strength of Marcus's grip. "John," he replied, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. "Nice to meet you."
Marcus's smile widened, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "So, Jane tells me you're looking for something... specific?" John nodded, clearing his throat. "Yeah, something different. I've never done this before, but I'm experienced with Jane and we are quite kinky and ready to explore."
"Well, there's no rush," Marcus said, gesturing towards the massage table. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? We can start with a regular massage, and if you're feeling it, we can explore more. No pressure, okay?" Marcus's voice was reassuring, his manner calm and collected. John nodded, stepping towards the table. He slipped off his jacket, hanging it on a nearby hook, John then removed the rest of his clothes folding them neatly in a pile on a chair in the corner of the room, only leaving on the jock strap that Jane had picked out for him. "Sounds good," he said, trying to keep his voice casual despite the flutter in his stomach. He lay face down on the massage table, his back to Marcus.
Marcus gently pulled the towel from around his hips, folding it neatly and placing it on another nearby chair. John couldn't help but steal a glance, seeing Marcus's impressive physique unobstructed. The masseuse's body was a work of art, every muscle defined, yet not overly bulky. He saw why Jane was pushing for this but it was the size of Marcus's cock that truly caught John's eye—long and thick, it hung heavily between his thighs, already semi-hard. John quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. "Relax," Marcus said softly, noticing John's quick glance. "It's just a body, John. Nothing to be nervous about." His voice was like velvet, soothing and reassuring. John took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in his body. "Sorry, it's just...impressive,' John finally admitted, his voice slightly hoarse. Thinking about his own 8” fully hard. His thoughts again turned to Jane and what she must have experienced and felt and why her pussy was so sore but still she wanted John almost as soon as she got home that night. His cock twitched thinking about it and what was to come. Marcus chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through the room. 'Well, thank you. But remember, I'm here to help you relax and explore. Nothing more, nothing less.”
John nodded his body relaxing slightly as Marcus began to rub warm oil onto his back. The sensation was exquisite, Marcus's strong hands working out the knots in John's muscles with expert precision. “So, John,' Marcus said, his voice casual as he continued to massage. 'Tell me what brings you here today? Jane has told me what she would like for you but is there anything specific you want to focus on?' Marcus asked, his hands working the oil into John's skin.
John let out a soft sigh, feeling the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. "Just... exploring, I guess. I've always been curious about... this," he admitted, gesturing vaguely.
Marcus nodded, understanding lurking in his eyes. "That's what we're here for. Curiosity is a powerful thing. So, tell me, John, what's been on your mind lately?"
John took a moment to consider the question. "I've been thinking about...
well, about being more adventurous. About exploring my limits," John finally admitted, his voice slightly hesitant. Marcus hummed in understanding, his hands pausing briefly on John's back before continuing their slow, rhythmic motions. "There's nothing wrong with that, John. In fact, it's human nature to want to explore, to push boundaries. And there's no judgment here. Only acceptance and support." John let out a soft sigh, feeling a weight lift off his chest. "I guess I've always been a bit.... But lately, I've had this...urge, this desire to let go and just... feel." John's voice trailed off, his words echoing in the dimly lit room. He could feel the warmth of the oil and the gentle pressure of Marcus's hands, grounding him, relaxing him. Marcus chuckled softly, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through John's body. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to feel, John. In fact, it's one of the most basic human needs. And there's nothing wrong with wanting to explore that." John took a deep breath, the scent of the oil and the candles filling his nostrils. The soft music playing in the background seemed to slow down time, making the moment feel languid and deliberate.
He felt his body relaxing into the table, his muscles melting under Marcus's expert touch. "You have a great body for a guy in his 50’s, John," Marcus commented, his hands working their way down to John's lower back. "You take care of yourself." John chuckled softly. "Not as much as I used to. Age has a way of catching up with you, doesn't it?" Marcus hummed in agreement. "It does, but it's all about balance. You can't stop time, but you can control how you age," Marcus said, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate exploration of John's body. "You're in good shape for your age, John. That's something to be proud of." John felt a warmth spread through him at Marcus's words. "Thanks. It helps to have a good support system. My wife, Jane, she keeps me on track." Marcus nodded, his hands moving lower, skimming the top of John's buttocks. "That's important. Good to have someone who cares about you, who keeps you grounded," Marcus murmured, his hands now firmly gripping John's hips. Before moving to his legs. Again, with expert touch he massaged John’s legs individually, each time he got to the top of each leg Marcus purposefully worked closer to John’s twitching hole.
Eventually when Marcus felt the time was right, he slowly and purposefully ran his entire hand from the top of Johns cleft to his balls. John took a sharp intake of breath before letting out a long slow groan. Every fingertip paused on its way down on his sensitive hole sending waves of pleasure though John. Maruc leaned in closer, his breath hot on John's ear. "But right now, I'm not here to talk about your wife. I'm here to make you feel good, John. To help you explore those desires you've been keeping locked away." John's breath hitched, his body trembling slightly at Marcus's words. He could feel the heat radiating off Marcus's body, could smell the musky scent of his skin. The room seemed to close in around them, the dim lighting and soft music creating an intimate cocoon. John took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I... I want to touch you," John said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I?" Marcus chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down John's spine. "Of course. I'm all yours."
Marcus allowed John’s head to lift from the head support and rest on his cheek, his eyes immediately drawn to Marcus's cock. It was fully hard now, standing proud and thick against his stomach. John reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft.
It was hot to the touch, the skin smooth and velvety under his palm. He slowly began to stroke, his grip tightening as he explored the length and girth of Marcus. Marcus let out a low groan, his head falling back slightly, his eyes closed. "Fuck, that feels good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You've got a nice touch, John." Emboldened by Marcus's encouragement, John continued to stroke, his grip firm and steady. He moved his other hand up, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside of Marcus's cock. Marcus retuned his attention back to John’s hole, gently and slowly circling round it, running it then gently and slowly entered a finger into it.
John could feel Marcus pulsing in his hand, could feel the heat radiating off his thick black cock. He looked up at Marcus, their eyes meeting, and he saw the raw hunger in Marcus's gaze. It sent a jolt of desire through him, making his own cock throb in response.
"Fuck, you're big," John murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet loaded with awe and desire. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum that was glistening at the tip of Marcus's cock. The taste was salty and musky, and it made him even harder. John wondered how Jane ever took this cock in her pussy or even how she had managed to deep throat him?
John looked up at Marcus, their gazes locked as John took the head of Marcus's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip. Marcus groaned, a deep, guttural sound that resonated through John's body. "Fuck, yeah," he growled, his fingers threading through John's short silver hair, gripping gently but firmly, his other hand pushed the finger deeper. "Take it all, John. Show me what that mouth can do." John relaxed his throat as best he could and took more of Marcus into his mouth, feeling the thick shaft slide against his tongue. He could feel the heat of Marcus's body, could taste the clean, masculine scent of his skin.
The sound of Marcus's low moans filled the room, spurring John on as he took more of the massive cock into his mouth. He could feel the heat and weight of it, could taste the salty pre-cum as it leaked onto his tongue. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled back, then took more of Marcus into his mouth, his lips stretching wide around the thick shaft.
"Fuck, John, you're a natural," Marcus groaned, his hips moving in time with John's sucking. "Take it all, baby. Just fucking take it," Marcus urged, his voice low and gravelly, as John's lips slid down his shaft. John gagged slightly as he hit the back of his throat, but he pushed through it, determined to take every inch of Marcus's massive cock. He could feel his jaw aching, could feel the saliva dripping down his chin, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to please Marcus, to make him feel as good as he was making John feel. Marcus added more lube to his other hand and gently added a second finger.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so fucking good," Marcus praised, his fingers tightening in John's hair, guiding his head up and down. "You're so fucking sexy, John. I can't get enough of watching you take my dick like that." John moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down Marcus's spine. He could feel his cock throbbing, the pressure building in his balls. He wanted to come, wanted to fill John's mouth with his cum, but he held back, wanting to make this last.
He looked down, watching as John's lips stretched around his cock, the spit dripping down his chin. It was a fucking sight to behold, and it made Marcus's dick even harder. He could feel John's tongue swirling around his cockhead, the man's lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. He could feel the vibrations of John's moans, the warm wetness of his mouth. It was fucking divine.
"You like that, don't you?" Marcus growled, still holding onto John's head, guiding his mouth up and down. "You like having my big black cock in your mouth, don't you, John?"
John hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Marcus's spine. It was a fucking yes, and Marcus loved it. He loved the way John's eyes watered from taking so much cock, the way his nose rubbed against Marcus's pubic hair, the way his cheeks hollowed out with each suck. It was fucking poetry in motion, and Marcus was the poet, the maestro. He tugged on John's hair, pulling him off his cock with a pop. "Sit up," he commanded, his voice gruff with desire. John complied, his chest heaving, his lips glistening with spit and pre cum. Marcus told john to get on all fours with his feet off the end of the massage table.
John move into position, as he did, he felt Marcus’s tongue touch his ring, with a sharp intake of air, John melted into the table again. John love it when Jane did this to him, it was so intimate, so erotic and John relaxed as Marcus went to work on ass with renewed vigour. Adding lube, he pushed his two fingers in again sharply whist still liking and sucking John’s ring, this was opening John up and tuning him on ready for Marcus to fuck him. They both know it. John was ready and so was Marcus. Marcus grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open with his teeth. He rolled it onto his cock, his eyes never leaving John's eyes reflected in the mirror on the wall in front of John.
John his knees spreading apart, his ass pointing up in the air in a tempting display. Marcus growled, his cock twitching at the sight. He stepped up to the end of the table behind John, his hands gripping John's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his cock, making it slick and slippery then adding lube to ensure he would slide in easily. He positioned himself at John's entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the tight pucker of muscle. "You ready for this, John? You ready to take this big black cock?" Marcus asked, his voice rough with desire. John nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, yes. I'm ready. I want it. I want you to fuck me."
Marcus grinned, a wicked, hungry grin that promised pleasure and pain. "That's what I want to hear," he growled, He handed John a small bottle of poppers to sniff. John inhaled deeply and his whole body relaxed. Marcus sensed this and with one steady push, he slid into John, filling him completely. John moaned, his eyes screwed tight shut as he felt the sheer size of Marcus stretch him open. He could feel every inch, every thick vein, every hard ridge of Marcus's cock as it slid deep inside him. It was a burning, intense sensation that bordered on pain, but it was a pain that John welcomed, craved even. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back as he adjusted to the invasion, his body clenching around Marcus's cock. Marcus remained still for a moment, allowing John to adjust. He could feel the tight grip of John's body around his cock, the heat and the pulse of John's heartbeat. It was a sensation that made his toes curl, that made his balls ache with the need to release. But he held back, wanting to savour this, wanting to draw out John's pleasure.
"You okay?" Marcus asked, his voice a low growl, his hands still gripping John's hips. Oh god yessss," he managed to get out, his voice tight with both pleasure and pain. Marcus nodded, not moving an inch, his cock buried deep inside John. "Take your time, baby. This is all about you," he murmured, his hands stroking John's back, soothing him. His thumbs found the dimples at the small of John's back and rested there, grounding him. John took a deep breath, his body relaxing fractionally as he adjusted to the intrusion. He could feel the heat of Marcus's body, the weight of him pressing down on his back. He could smell the musky scent of his sweat, the clean scent of his skin. He could feel the coarse hairs on Marcus's thighs brushing against his ass, the slickness of the lube that had been applied to his hole. John took another deep hit of poppers, his body relaxing further as he adjusted to the sensation. He felt Marcus's hands move from his hips to his ass, the strong fingers spreading his cheeks wider, exposing him completely. "Fuck, I can feel you relaxing John," Marcus groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel every inch inside you my cock can feel you throbbing and your heart beat pulsing." He moved his hands back to John's hips, his grip tightening as he started to move. "You ready to ride this big black cock, John?" he asked, his voice a low growl. John let out a shuddering breath, a mix of anticipation and lust. "Yeah, I'm ready," he managed to say, his voice hoarse.
Marcus began to move, his hips pulling back slowly before thrusting forward, burying his cock deep inside John. The sensation was intense, the stretch exquisite, and John let out a low moan, his body moving with Marcus, meeting his thrusts.