The fingers were pulled out, and I felt the big helmet of his cock at the hole. He pushed the helmet in to its rim and stopped there briefly.

"Are you ready for the internal part of the massage, Tim?" he asked in a breathy voice. "I won't go further unless you want the whole massage."

"Yes, yes," I whispered. "Do me. Just be gentle. You're not too big are you?"

"Just eight and half inches hard," he replied and then gave a little throaty laugh. "But we'll go slowly and I won't go deeper than you can take."
I groaned, "Eight and a half inches!"

I jerked as he pushed in past the sphincter muscle. And then his helmet was at my prostate, rubbing it and causing little sparks of pleasure to fly through my body.

"So, is that a 'yes,' Tim? Do you want me to fuck you deeper?" He was dragging his helmet back and forth across my prostate and had taken his hand and was rotating his well-oiled cock around in the canal, giving my ass channel walls special attention.

I gasped and moaned and was rotating my pelvis, wanting to feel all of the big cock everywhere at once. "Yes, yes," I managed between gasps, "Fuck me, deep and thick. Fill me up, you beautiful Swedish stud."

And then he slid up into me, deep. I arched my back, breaking the pressure of his hand on the small of my back and rose up, throwing an arm around his neck and bringing his lips to mine in a deep kiss. He grabbed my hips with his hands and pumped me slowly with his cock, in long oil-slicked slides in to where his helmet dragged back across my prostate and then deep glides, loving and churning and stretching my channel walls.

He broke the kiss and laughed, and pushed my chest back down on the table. Then he started pumping me in earnest, in long, gliding motions.

"Ahh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh," I cried. "Give it to me, Lenny, shoot off in me. Deep, like this."

"Deep like this?" Lenny asked, the amusement in his voice dancing. "I haven't gone deep yet, Lover. This is me going deep."

And he pushed my legs out wider with a slap of his feet, grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them wide apart, and plunged his oiled rod a good two and half inches deeper than he'd gone up me before.

"No . . . No!" I screamed. "It hurts. I don't think I can . . . Ugh . . . Ahhh . . . Yes. Oh, yes, Lenny. Lenny! Lenny!!! Give it to me. I want it all. Just like that! Pump me, Man. Fill my stomach with your sweet cum."

He was deep fucking me wildly now. Staying deep, but pumping in and out. Then he stopped and rotated me around and pushing me up on the massage table, until I was facing him, still able to stay deep. He buried his hands in my chest and massaged my nipples. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back, wanting to keep him in me forever, and I stroked my cock vigorously. And he stroked and he stroked and he stroked; hard and deep.

I came before he did, shooting my load off on his chest and up mine. He gave a little yelp