[no.29]

MUSCLE MASSAGE HOURS (w/ Daichi)

We hit the shower together. Slippery soap everywhere. Hands start wandering — soaping those thick pecs, those veiny arms, that fat cock hanging heavy between our legs. No talking. Just breathing getting louder.

Then the oil comes out.

We say it’s “just a massage.” To help each other recover. To be good training partners.

Bullshit.

The second those slick hands slide down my back and grab that hard ass, the massage is over. One of us drops to his knees. The other doesn’t even pretend to stop him.

Oil everywhere. Muscles sliding. Cocks slapping against abs. One pinning the other against the tiles, grinding that thick shaft between those oiled cheeks until we’re both leaking.

We flip. We fight for it. Hands pushing, hips slamming, both of us trying to take control.

So who ends up getting fucked?

One of us finally gets pinned. Legs spread. That oiled hole stretched open and pounded deep while the other one moans like he’s never been fucked this hard after a workout.

Sweat + oil + spit. Two muscle bodies that were supposed to just “relax” ending up wrecked, dripping, and still hungry for more.

What started as a shower and a massage turns into the kind of raw, slippery muscle fuck you don’t walk away from clean.