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Starring Dillon Stone and Max Ryder
November 23, 2022 | Full Length Video : 24min 52sec
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It was a hot spring day when Max visited Mr. Stone for a deep-tissue massage. His small body was rife with college-term tension, which he hoped would get alleviated. Mr. Stone's massage parlor, and his expert touch, had a particular reputation among local young men as the place to go when they were tight and sore.

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When Max arrived he was greeted by the owner himself. Mr. Stone smiled the instant he saw the young man, and guided him to the massage bench. The DILFy masseur was dressed in a white tank and gray shorts that distorted around his visible package. His silver hair was trimmed and the lines of his face were sharp with experience and rugged vigor.

Mr. Stone stepped behind Max and began massaging the boy’s shoulders. The hunky masseur had coated his hands with a warm oil, which he rubbed firmly first into his client's backside and then worked his way down along the spine. Max closed his eyes and let out a long-held breath as Mr. Stone worked his fingers in circles across the muscles in his neck and shoulder blades. The sensation was electric and the sweet smell of his sweat charged the air. Mr. Stone could feel the tense muscles underneath his palms as they slowly yielded to his controlled strength.

When Mr. Stone reached the small white briefs that covered Max's rump, he asked in the natural rumbling bass of his baritone, "Would you like me to take these off? Is that alright?"

These massages often resulted in erections for the small guys like Max. Max was not immune to the effects of Mr. Stone, a fact that both he and his masseur were immediately aware of when Max's response was a whimpering moan that took the vague shape of "Yeah…"

Mr. Stone continued to work his way lower. His hands slid under the waistband of Max's underwear and caressed his ass cheeks. After the heavy coating of oil, the boy's rump became quite pliable between his fingers. The DILF worked the oil into every crevice of his client's back, then flipped him over to reveal the erection already there.

Max felt a glimmer of anticipation run through him, uncertain how his masseur might react. But as Mr. Stone rubbed his palms across the boy's stomach, pecs, and nipples, he also placed his sizable package next to Max's face. Max felt the heat of the man's manhood through the cloth, and in Max’s eyes, the professional masseur morphed into a DILF-fantasy instantly.

Mr. Stone caught sight of the curl of Max's toes. The masseur was enjoying this, and wanted more than anything to have this young man's lips wrapped around his cock. Max clearly did too, as he kissed at the stretching spandex near his face. The DILF stripped himself of his tank-top and shorts; first down to a jockstrap and then down to nothing at all. Each moment a piece of cloth was removed, Max knew more of what he wanted. The new tension that needed release from his body was different than the one he arrived with, but suddenly much more immediate and important.

By simply grasping his strong hands under the young man's pits, Mr. Stone lifted Max into the air. The boy's legs wrapped around the DILF's torso for support and balance. Max was shocked and aroused beyond measure by this demonstration of Mr. Stone's raw strength and the size difference between them. His face flushed with excitement — he felt, at once, cared for and lusted for, small but protected in the grip that held him in the air. When Mr. Stone carried him like this, he didn't just carry the boy’s body; he lifted his whole spirit and squeezed it between his strong arms. The DILF had been right about Max's need for release—the boy's erection pulsed hard and fast against his belly, and he could feel the constant stream of precum leaking from his tip.

Now that Max was little more than horny putty in his grips, Mr. Stone set the moaning boy back down on the bench. He spread the boy's legs wide and prepped his quivering hole with a gob of spit, then began to test its limits with his fingers.

Mr. Stone stroked the length of his shaft until it was wet and slick, teased the tight-yet-relenting ring of the boy's hole, then slowly pushed in. Max's back arched off the table. The masseur's giant cock plunged deep into him, and found a rhythm that suited both of their tastes. The masseur moved his hips, sliding in and out of the young man's body with steady power. Max moaned, and pressed his tongue into the corner of his mouth, trying to quiet the wails he felt compelled to make. He loved the feeling of Mr. Stone's thick meat filling his tight hole, pushing its way inside him. He wanted this to last forever.

Mr. Stone took Max's little body on a guided tour of sex positions. He fucked the tiny twink on his back, on his knees, and even lifted him back into the same embrace that melted the boy's mind earlier, thrusting into the tiny gay bottom all the while. Each piston of Mr. Stone's thick cock melted away the tension in his body, and heightened the pleasure that came from having his prostate pounded.

Realizing their session was soon at an end—and that his orgasm would soon spill—Mr. Stone climbed onto the bench with Max. He folded the boy's legs over his head and mounted him, ravaging the boy's hole with his powerful thrusts. His ass felt full and stretched, and the sensation of Mr. Stone's balls slapping against his cheeks sent a surge of electricity through him, filling his vision with bursts of light. The salt-and-pepper-haired DILF buried his head into the side of the boy's smooth neck, kissing the nape as he shot rope after rope of semen inside the twink. As the last drops of seed left his cock, Mr. Stone pulled out. In the afterglow of his orgasm, Mr. Stone watched his seed spill out of Max's hole and dribble down his client’s taint.

Max panted, sweated, and smiled. He swallowed nervously as he looked up into the big man's eyes, and asked, "Can I book another appointment? For next week…?"

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DILLON STONE

Mr. Stone is a massage therapist who knows his craft well. He has been doing it for years and he uses his strong hands and expert touch to relax even the most hard-working athlete or busy executive — and if he's being honest, his favorite customers are the small ones, pocket-sized guys that melt in his grip. His clients always come back every week for his relaxing rubdown, but it's those tiny twinks he's happiest to see shimmy into his parlor.

Played by Dillon Stone
MAX

Max is a cute brunette pocket-sized twink that loves getting picked up by bigger, older men. His tiny body and charming good looks turn heads everywhere he goes! He’s actually quite shy, but the touch of an older man can help open him up...

Played by Max Ryder
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Max: Chapters
1. King Size Rubdown 25mn
It was a hot spring day when Max visited Mr. Stone for a deep-tissue massage. His small body was rife with college-term tension, which he hoped would get alleviated. Mr. Stone's massage parlor, and his expert touch, had a particular reputation among local young men as the place to go when they were tight and sore. When Max arrived he was greeted by the owner himself. Mr. Stone smiled the instant he saw the young man, and guided him to the massage bench. The DILFy masseur was dressed in a white tank and gray shorts that distorted around his visible package. His silver hair was trimmed and the lines of his face were sharp with experience and rugged vigor. Mr. Stone stepped behind Max and began massaging the boy’s shoulders. The hunky masseur had coated his hands with a warm oil, which he rubbed firmly first into his client's backside and then worked his way down along the spine. Max closed his eyes and let out a long-held breath as Mr. Stone worked his fingers in circles across the muscles in his neck and shoulder blades. The sensation was electric and the sweet smell of his sweat charged the air. Mr. Stone could feel the tense muscles underneath his palms as they slowly yielded to his controlled strength. When Mr. Stone reached the small white briefs that covered Max's rump, he asked in the natural rumbling bass of his baritone, "Would you like me to take these off? Is that alright?" These massages often resulted in erections for the small guys like Max. Max was not immune to the effects of Mr. Stone, a fact that both he and his masseur were immediately aware of when Max's response was a whimpering moan that took the vague shape of "Yeah…" Mr. Stone continued to work his way lower. His hands slid under the waistband of Max's underwear and caressed his ass cheeks. After the heavy coating of oil, the boy's rump became quite pliable between his fingers. The DILF worked the oil into every crevice of his client's back, then flipped him over to reveal the erection already there. Max felt a glimmer of anticipation run through him, uncertain how his masseur might react. But as Mr. Stone rubbed his palms across the boy's stomach, pecs, and nipples, he also placed his sizable package next to Max's face. Max felt the heat of the man's manhood through the cloth, and in Max’s eyes, the professional masseur morphed into a DILF-fantasy instantly. Mr. Stone caught sight of the curl of Max's toes. The masseur was enjoying this, and wanted more than anything to have this young man's lips wrapped around his cock. Max clearly did too, as he kissed at the stretching spandex near his face. The DILF stripped himself of his tank-top and shorts; first down to a jockstrap and then down to nothing at all. Each moment a piece of cloth was removed, Max knew more of what he wanted. The new tension that needed release from his body was different than the one he arrived with, but suddenly much more immediate and important. By simply grasping his strong hands under the young man's pits, Mr. Stone lifted Max into the air. The boy's legs wrapped around the DILF's torso for support and balance. Max was shocked and aroused beyond measure by this demonstration of Mr. Stone's raw strength and the size difference between them. His face flushed with excitement — he felt, at once, cared for and lusted for, small but protected in the grip that held him in the air. When Mr. Stone carried him like this, he didn't just carry the boy’s body; he lifted his whole spirit and squeezed it between his strong arms. The DILF had been right about Max's need for release—the boy's erection pulsed hard and fast against his belly, and he could feel the constant stream of precum leaking from his tip. Now that Max was little more than horny putty in his grips, Mr. Stone set the moaning boy back down on the bench. He spread the boy's legs wide and prepped his quivering hole with a gob of spit, then began to test its limits with his fingers. Mr. Stone stroked the length of his shaft until it was wet and slick, teased the tight-yet-relenting ring of the boy's hole, then slowly pushed in. Max's back arched off the table. The masseur's giant cock plunged deep into him, and found a rhythm that suited both of their tastes. The masseur moved his hips, sliding in and out of the young man's body with steady power. Max moaned, and pressed his tongue into the corner of his mouth, trying to quiet the wails he felt compelled to make. He loved the feeling of Mr. Stone's thick meat filling his tight hole, pushing its way inside him. He wanted this to last forever. Mr. Stone took Max's little body on a guided tour of sex positions. He fucked the tiny twink on his back, on his knees, and even lifted him back into the same embrace that melted the boy's mind earlier, thrusting into the tiny gay bottom all the while. Each piston of Mr. Stone's thick cock melted away the tension in his body, and heightened the pleasure that came from having his prostate pounded. Realizing their session was soon at an end—and that his orgasm would soon spill—Mr. Stone climbed onto the bench with Max. He folded the boy's legs over his head and mounted him, ravaging the boy's hole with his powerful thrusts. His ass felt full and stretched, and the sensation of Mr. Stone's balls slapping against his cheeks sent a surge of electricity through him, filling his vision with bursts of light. The salt-and-pepper-haired DILF buried his head into the side of the boy's smooth neck, kissing the nape as he shot rope after rope of semen inside the twink. As the last drops of seed left his cock, Mr. Stone pulled out. In the afterglow of his orgasm, Mr. Stone watched his seed spill out of Max's hole and dribble down his client’s taint. Max panted, sweated, and smiled. He swallowed nervously as he looked up into the big man's eyes, and asked, "Can I book another appointment? For next week…?"
2. Dr. Wolf's Office 34mn
Max found himself burdened with concern over his size. He was a small guy in a world of veritable giants—at least, comparatively so. Men of normal size, by the rest of the world's definitions, towered over him. With this in mind, he scheduled a visit with local endocrinologist Dr. Wolf, who was very interested in diagnosing hormonal issues. Other than this concern, Max was otherwise happy and healthy. As such, he didn't even really believe his perceived problem was hormonal—how could it be? This slender twink was practically pocket-sized, yet he possessed an active and intense sexual drive. He only really scheduled the visit at the recommendation of his masseur, Mr. Stone, who knew Dr. Wolf was a specialist in dealing with young men’s fears about their size. When Max stepped into the doctor's office, he heart skipped at what he saw. There's that sex drive again, working as designed. Dr. Wolf was tall by anyone's definition. But in comparison to small Max, he was a skyscraper! The doctor was also handsome, and swayed with a sense of ease around the office. As he took Max's measurements, checked his heart beat, and removed the young man's shirt, every action, no matter how clinical in nature, took on a magical quality. It was as if each mundane thing he did was a spell, all woven directly in front of Max’s face. It wasn't a spell, of course. What this young twink was feeling was not magic, but lust. His cock began to rise beneath the doctor's fingers, pushing against the fabric of his size-small shorts. Every brush and touch against Max’s stomach and chest sent shivers down his spine and quickened his heartbeat. Dr. Wolf could hear the pounding pace all too well through his stethoscope. He knew enough about the science behind human sexuality and anatomy to know how rare and wonderful a find like Max truly was. He wanted—no, needed—to express to him the joy to be had with the dimensions the boy lived with. After thoroughly exploring the eager patient’s vitals, Dr. Wolf wanted more precise readings. He had Max remove his clothes and lay across the hospital bed. The doctor’s large hands roamed the young man's lean, quivering frame. When the good doctor's hands dipped lower, pressing firmly along Max's taint, the boy whimpered—that touch brought back memories from months ago when Mr. Stone worked on Max's body. His moan drifted off into silence, ending in a satisfied sigh. The doctor knew Max was fine, and knew, more importantly, exactly what he needed to prescribe. A rush of heat flooded to Max's groin as Dr. Wolf sealed his mouth over Max's. He dipped his king-size tongue in, filling the boy's senses with a kiss so masculine and powerful that it practically swallowed Max whole. The young man’s small hands played with the closure of the doctor's belt with slight hesitance, which quickly evaporated when the doctor held the small lad's head to his chest. Dr. Wolf was so tall that Max, at his full height, found his vision buried in the doctor's pectorals during the embrace. Something about that size disparity set Max ablaze, and removed the last of his inhabitations. He pulled down the doctor's trousers, revealing the boy’s desired goal which was practically bursting out of the white underwear. It was impossibly large compared to his own. Long and girthy, the doctor's cock rivaled the size of Max's forearm! It was as intimidating as it was exciting; once Max was back on the hospital bed with Dr. Wolf's mushroom tip swirling around his fun-sized tongue, he found it less so the former and far, far, far more the latter. Dr. Wolf, firmly aware of the subtle (and not so subtle) signs of the human body, recognized the need for both their releases. He adjusted the hospital bed so that Max could press up against it—he would need the stability for what came next. Slowly, gently, the doctor pressed his tool into the young man's tiny hole. The further in he pushed, the closer they leaned together, until there was no longer any space between them. The pleasure-pain levels rose higher and higher in intensity as each inch slipped in and out of Max's rapidly decreasing tightness. Wet slap sounds filled the office. They turned and twisted into various positions along the hospital bed, its hinges creaking in rhythm with their thrusts. Max's face flushed red and his breath ran ragged under this huge doctor. Dr. Wolf's strong arms wrapped around the slender twink, and Max held onto him like a lifeline. The suddenness of the doctor's advances, the carnality of the office visit, and the sheer size of the man... it was so much for Max to take in all at once. But there was more for him to take. And take it, he did; the good doctor, with a groan of euphoria, erupted inside Max. The thrusts slowed, but didn't stop completely. With an audible pop, Dr. Wolf let go of Max's hips and allowed his cock to drip out from the wildly stretched-out cavity. Max's tiny hole dripped with Dr. Wolf's injection. As the good doctor caught his breath, he leaned in and sealed Max's panting mouth with one last kiss. Max's vision blurred. His muscles gave way to exhaustion, and he felt himself melt under the hot lights and hotter body heat of Dr. Wolf. As the doctor pulled away, he suggested they clean up. Sensible, yes, but it was the next suggestion that interested the spent, dizzy Max more—that the small young man was fine exactly as he was, and that a follow-up appointment simply must be scheduled. Max smiled. He had never been more happy at the prospect of having his health routinely monitored.
3. Anal Ultrasound 26mn
Endocrinologist Dr. Legrand Wolf was thrilled to see Max's name back on his appointment schedule. The small, thin young man was almost delicate in his beauty, so pale and slight compared to the structure of other men that he seemed near to breaking just standing there. What really tickled Dr. Wolf was the fact that Max truly had no idea how attractive he was. The boy’s first visit had seen him act quite nervous and shy, but by the end of the examination session, he had warmed up considerably in the good doctor’s hands. In this return visit, Dr. Wolf’s intention was to get Max to open up; as a person, of course, but also physically. He wanted to know every inch of Max at a deeper level. Dr. Wolf prepared the room for Max’s arrival. Today was going to feature a different type of physical examination. The wisened and knowledgeable M.D. had brought the portable ultrasound machine into the room and placed it next to the table. At that moment, Max entered the examination room. He found that, despite it being a doctor’s office, it felt warm and cozy, or at least both of those more so than he anticipated. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but he imagined most of it had to do with the fact that Dr. Wolf was there at a small desk, completely out of proportion for the good doctor’s large body. The dark-haired doctor, handsome and well groomed, rose when he saw Max come in. Max smiled shyly as Dr. Wolf walked over to the boy and placed his enormous, but extraordinarily gentle hands on Max’s tiny shoulders. The tiny twink seemed pleased by this; and Dr. Wolf was even more pleased to see that Max was quickly becoming aroused! As Dr. Wolf helped Max undress, he immediately went to work feeling the boy up, enjoying the brilliant sensations and electricity that began to stir in both men’s loins. Dr. Wolf’s hand was already on his crotch, his fingers slipping inside Max's pants. He pulled down Max's zipper and slid his hands into his underwear. After indulging in Max’s small form, Dr. Wolf instructed the (now naked) Max to hop up onto the examination table. Max noticed the strange-looking bulky machine next to him. He glanced at the humming device and then nervously back over at Dr. Wolf. With kind eyes and a warm, reassuring voice, Dr. Wolf gently explained to Max what the ultrasound machine was used for, and how the various devices on the machine would be utilized during the examination. Max gulped when Dr. Wolf pulled out a sensor-like device with a rounded end. The good doctor revealed that both doctor and patient could, when the sensor was placed on the abdomen, view their intercourse inside of Max simply by looking at the ultrasound machine’s monitor. Max’s eyes got a little wide when Dr. Wolf explained that his wand—his huge cock—would be placed exactly where they both knew it would go: into the anal cavity. There was something about it being said aloud that brought up all that nervousness he’d tried to get rid of. Next, Dr. Wolf instructed Max to lie back, relax, and take slow, steady breaths. The good, gentle doctor applied lubrication to his cock and to Max’s rectum, which was tight as a clamshell. Dr. Wolf’s cock twitched when his fingers went inside Max—and Max’s erection was not far behind. As he glided his cock slowly and methodically into Max’s rectal tunnel, the tiny twink couldn’t help but gasp with wonder. He had no idea how good this type of examination was going to feel. Max had initially been skeptical that the doctor could even fit inside him again, much less go in as far as it did. But to his delighted surprise, it not only fit, it stretched him to new pleasures. Max began to forget about the professional conceit of his surroundings and gave louder, longer sighs that transitioned quickly into moaning. Dr. Wolf’s cock, in response to the moans of pleasure from the boy below him, nearly burst then and there. To Max, the astonishing sight on the ultrasound screen of Dr. Wolf’s enormous member inside of him was far too wild for his senses. Within just a few minutes, Max clenched the sides of the examination table as a hands-free orgasm sent shockwaves of blissful pleasure through his itty-bitty frame. Witnessing Max’s release sent Dr. Wolf straight over the edge, too. The giant M.D. pummelled one final thrust inside of his sexy, panting patient and came. He roared like a bull, his voice filling the room. The product of his orgasm felt endless, an injection of virility that spilled out of Max’s rear. Dr. Legrand finally pulled out of the boy. The truly unbelievable dosage of thick, creamy semen came pouring out of Max’s fantastically fucked, gaping anus. And all Max could think of, as he laid breathless on the table, was: I think I need to request another appointment...
4. Workday Distraction 32mn
I’ve known I was attracted to men for a while, but being so small makes it difficult to do much about it. I’ve been really self-conscious about my size so I don’t really have the confidence to approach other guys. They don’t show any interest in me, either, but that’s probably because I don’t really even look eighteen yet. I never dreamed anything would happen with Mr. Stone when I went to get a massage several weeks ago. In fact, I would have probably said that I wasn’t interested if he had just immediately flirted with me. Everything changed when the massage started, though. He was leaning over me and all I could see was the massive expanse of his rippling muscles. His cock was right next to my face, almost touching my cheek and I could smell his musk and sweat. I was already hard from the massage but I know that’s just normal. I was just overwhelmed by the intimacy of being so close to a real man’s body. Suddenly, I wanted him more than anything in the world. He was big enough to just sweep me off of my feet and do anything he wanted with me, and a few minutes later, he did, and I let him. It was amazing! Afterward, I admitted my concerns about being so small and he suggested that I should make an appointment with Dr. Wolf who is apparently a specialist in young men’s development. I called Dr. Wolf’s office and made an appointment. When I walked into his exam room, I discovered that he was as big as Mr. Stone, maybe even taller, and very handsome. He just radiated strength and charisma. I was almost shaking with desire. Wow! Was I surprised when he told me that Mr. Stone had mentioned that I might be coming to see him. I must have blushed bright red standing there wondering how much Mr. Stone told him. I guess it must have been everything, because I had a load of doctor cum dripping out of my hole when I left his office and he told me to make an appointment to come back. Mr. Stone hasn’t really seemed interested in anything serious. I mean it’s not like Dr. Wolf and I are boyfriends, or something, but he definitely likes having me come over. After my second office visit, he said it wasn’t safe to keep doing that, and invited me to his place. I went over the other day. He was working but he said to hang out and he would be there soon. I played a video game for a while in his den and then went for a walk. It was snowing out, which I like, but the wind was blowing and it was really cold so I went back in. I decided to go see if he was done with his paperwork, or maybe I could just distract him. I don’t know if he was finished, or not, but he couldn’t resist me begging for some attention. In no time at all, I was naked and he was letting me undress him. I crawled up in his lap on his office chair and he started stretching my hole open with his fingers. I guess I’m turning into a real sex toy because that is pretty easy for me now. Of course, taking Dr. Wolf’s cock isn’t easy. That thing is huge! I don’t think I’ll ever really get used to it but I don’t care if it hurts going in. It feels so good once he starts fucking me with it. I got on my knees and started sucking on him. I like being helpless in the hands of big men who can do what they want with me, but it also turns me on when he’s lying back letting me do what I want with his cock. I can make this big guy squirm and moan with my mouth and my hands, even if his cock is so big that it barely fits in either one. This time, though, he had a surprise for me. I had his cock as deep in my throat as it would go, and I looked up at him to see that he had pulled out his cell phone and he was making a video of me sucking his cock. I was kind of shocked for a moment but then I realized that I didn’t care. I guess being an exhibitionist is something else that Dr. Wolf taught me about myself because it turned me on. He had me climb up on the chair and sit down on him. He’s always a tight fit and, as much as I like him lying on top of me covering my whole small body, it’s easier if I’m in control of how fast he goes in. It never takes long to get used to him, though, and pretty soon I’m bouncing up and down on him. I figured that he would pick me up and lay me down on his desk but he didn’t. He just kept fucking me in his chair. When he saw that I was getting tired of riding him, he took over bouncing me up and down on his cock like I didn’t weigh anything. I mean, I’m small but I do weigh 120lbs. It’s just that he’s so big and strong that it's almost nothing to him. Pretty soon he was getting close to coming so he picked me up and laid me down on my back on the chair, grabbing my ankles and almost bending me double. I think my favorite part of sex with him is when he gets close because he goes from just enjoying how his cock feels deep in my hole to needing to cum. Then he just turns into a grunting beast. He pounds into me harder and harder, working up a big load in his balls. Then all of his muscles go tense and his face gets red and I can feel his cock twitching up inside of me and the warm wet sensation of his cum filling my hole up. When he finally pulled out, I could feel my hole gaping open and his cum dripping out. He was looking down at it and stuck his fingers in, like he couldn’t believe he had fucked me wide open like that. I was just laying there feeling warm and sweaty, trying to catch my breath. I started thinking, though, if he and Mr. Stone were talking about me, who else might he show that video to…
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