More clients of course!

The afternoon sun filtered through the frosted windows of the massage parlor, casting a warm glow over the reception area. Aaron busied himself restocking oils while Jake lounged nearby, scrolling through his phone. Tyler was out on a supply run, leaving the place quiet after the morning rush. The bell chimed, and in stepped a young twink—barely twenty, slim and fidgety, with tousled blond hair and wide eyes that darted around the room. He wore tight jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a fitted tee that showed off his smooth, hairless arms. Nervous energy radiated from him as he approached the counter.

"Hi, uh, looking for a massage," the twink said, voice soft and breathy. "Something relaxing. I'm Alex."

Jake stood, his broad frame towering over the kid. At 24, with a chiseled jaw and a playful smirk, he knew how to read a room—or a client. Alex's gaze lingered on Jake's tight uniform pants, and the way he shifted his weight screamed unspoken hunger. "I'm Jake. Full body? Let's get you settled."

He led Alex to a private room, the air thick with eucalyptus from the diffuser. "Strip down, face down on the table. Sheet's there for you." Jake stepped out briefly, giving the twink privacy, but he could hear the rustle of clothes hitting the floor, quick and eager.

Returning, Jake poured warm oil into his palms and started on Alex's back. The kid's skin was soft, muscles taut from anticipation rather than stress. Jake worked the shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots, but Alex squirmed under every touch, tiny whimpers escaping his lips. As Jake moved lower, to the lower back and glutes, Alex's legs parted slightly, inviting more.

"Relax," Jake murmured, but his own cock stirred at the blatant signals. He straddled the table's edge, letting his hips press forward as he kneaded the thighs. The bulge in his pants brushed Alex's cheek where it rested near the table's side—once, twice, deliberate now. Alex moaned, a needy sound that vibrated against Jake's thigh. His hand twitched toward his own crotch under the sheet, fumbling to free the straining cock poking up.

Jake chuckled low, grinding his bulge firmer against the twink's flushed face. The fabric barrier did nothing to hide the hardening length. "Eager, huh? You want this? Suck it for an extra fifty bucks."

Alex's eyes snapped open, meeting Jake's with raw lust. "Y-yes. Please."

Jake wasted no time, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock, already leaking at the tip. He guided Alex's head up, the twink's lips parting eagerly. Jake thrust in, filling the warm mouth with a groan. Alex gagged at first, but relaxed, tongue swirling as Jake gripped his hair and started facefucking him—slow at first, then deeper, balls slapping the twink's chin with each push.

"That's it, take it all," Jake grunted, hips snapping forward. Alex's hand wrapped around his own cock, jerking frantically, pre-cum slicking his palm. The room filled with wet slurps and muffled moans. Jake's pace quickened, fucking the throat relentlessly until his balls tightened. He buried deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded thick spurts of cum straight down Alex's throat. The twink swallowed greedily, his own release hitting moments later—ropes of cum splattering his abs as he stroked through the waves.

Jake pulled out, wiping the tip on Alex's lips with a satisfied smirk. "Good boy. Clean up and hit the desk for the tip." Alex nodded dazedly, dressing with shaky hands before paying up front—fifty extra, no questions. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Jake adjusting himself with a grin.

Meanwhile, Aaron prepped his room for the next appointment. The burly big guy who walked in next was a beast—mid-forties, built like a truck with thick arms, a barrel chest, and a scowl that said he didn't take shit. Named Rick, he grunted his request for a deep-tissue session, stripping down without a word and flopping face-down on the table.

Aaron oiled up, starting strong on the massive back, muscles like slabs of concrete under his hands. Rick grumbled approvals as Aaron worked down to the hips, but when he reached the glutes, things shifted. Spreading the cheeks slightly for better access, Aaron's oiled finger 'slipped'—plunging knuckle-deep into the tight asshole. Rick jolted, growling low.

"The fuck was that?" Rick snarled, twisting to glare.

"Sorry, tight spot," Aaron said smoothly, but he didn't pull out right away, twisting the finger experimentally. Rick's face reddened, a mix of fury and something darker flashing in his eyes. In a blur, he flipped over, grabbing Aaron by the shoulders and pinning him face-up on the table's edge. The masseuse's head hung off the side, upside down, as Rick straddled his chest and shoved his massive cock—thick and veined, already rock-hard—past Aaron's lips.

Aaron gurgled around the intrusion, Rick's balls smothering his nose as the big man fucked his face with brutal thrusts. Saliva dripped down Aaron's chin, throat bulging with each slam. Rick's hands clamped Aaron's head in place, using him like a fleshlight. "You started it, fag. Now **** on it."

Aaron's eyes watered, but he relaxed his throat, taking the pounding. When Rick slowed for a breath, Aaron gasped out, "After this... fuck me for a hundred."

Rick paused, cock twitching in Aaron's mouth. "Deal." He resumed, hammering until he roared, flooding Aaron's throat with hot cum. Aaron swallowed what he could, the rest spilling from his lips as Rick pulled free.

Not done, Rick flipped Aaron fully onto his back, legs hooked over his shoulders in an upside-down pile-driver position. Aaron's ass hung exposed, hole clenching in anticipation. Rick spat on it, then rammed his still-hard cock in without prep—brutal, balls-deep thrusts that shook the table. Aaron cried out, the angle letting Rick's girth stretch him wide, prostate hammered relentlessly.

"Tight little slut," Rick grunted, pounding harder, sweat dripping onto Aaron's chest. Each slam drove Aaron's own cock to slap his abs, leaking steadily. The big man gripped Aaron's thighs, fucking like a machine—deep, punishing strokes that bordered on pain, but Aaron pushed back, moaning for more.

Rick's rhythm faltered, and he buried to the hilt, pumping load after load into Aaron's ass. Cum leaked out around the shaft as he withdrew, leaving Aaron wrecked and gaping. Rick dressed roughly, tossing a wad of bills—hundred plus extra—onto the table. "Worth it," he muttered, stomping out.

Aaron lay there a moment, catching his breath, body buzzing from the rough use. He cleaned up, a sly smile forming. The parlor's secrets kept piling up, and the cash flow was looking better by the hour. Jake poked his head in later, eyebrow raised. "Busy day?"

"You have no idea," Aaron replied, both chuckling as they reset for the evening rush.