kinky boy the 7th

Other men my age are retired and playing golf. Me?

“UHHH?! UHNGHH!! UHH!”

After a brutal leg day that left his quads and glutes screaming, straight college student Benjamin followed his gym friend’s recommendation and drove to Will’s upscale villa for a discounted deep-tissue massage.

Will answered the door in a simple black tee and grey sweatpants, his silver hair and powerful build giving him the look of a man who still trained hard. He welcomed Benjamin inside with quiet confidence and offered him a cup of dark herbal tea. It tasted earthy and slightly sweet. Benjamin drank it gratefully as he stripped down, then lay face-down on the heated table.

At first the massage was exactly what he needed - firm, clinical pressure working deep into his sore muscles. But after the second cup of tea, a warm fuzziness began to settle over Benjamin’s mind. His thoughts slowed. His body grew heavy and strangely sensitive. When Will’s calm voice instructed him get onto his hands and knees, Benjamin obeyed without resistance.

Cool, silky fabric was slowly worked up his thighs and stretched snug over his ass and legs - glossy emerald sheers that clung like a second skin. Only then did he notice that Will had stripped down to nothing but a pair of ultra-sheer blue tights, the same high-shine material now encasing Benjamin’s own body. Will’s strong hands returned, gliding possessively over the emerald fabric, gripping his hips as Benjamin’s mouth fell open around a helpless, broken moan.

Mr. Harlan leaned over his young intern’s shoulder, one hand resting on the back of the chair while the other on the desk close to Alex's as they reviewed the screen together. “Solid work on the project, Alex,” the silver-haired executive said with a warm, approving smile. “You’ve got real potential. But there are a few small adjustments we should talk through. Why don’t I take you out for a drink after work? A few tips to help you sharpen up for the next one." Flattered by the encouragement and attention, Alex enthusiastically agreed.

Later, in the dimly lit bar, Harlan kept the drinks and easy conversation flowing. Alex finds his cheeks flushed and posture softened, as Harlan's arm slid comfortably around the young man's shoulders. Unbeknownst to Alex, each glass was laced with something that made his thoughts grow hazy and a slow, insistent heat build between his legs. Harlan leaned in closer, voice low and intimate, while his hand rested on the intern’s thigh, feeling those hard muscles he has been admiring since the boy first walked through the door. By the time they left, Alex was compliant, unfocused, and strangely aroused, barely registering the short ride to the hotel.