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Dillon Stone and Max
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.

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.

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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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Series: Max
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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.