Masseuse needed!

Business boomed after the close calls and wild encounters, clients spreading word-of-mouth about the 'full-service' massages that left them drained in the best ways. Aaron's parlor needed extra hands—literally. With Jake and Tyler handling back-to-back sessions, Aaron posted discreet ads for male masseuses: fit, discreet, open-minded. Six candidates showed up over a hectic afternoon, filing into the back lounge where Aaron, Jake, and Tyler waited on worn leather couches, the air thick with anticipation and faint lube scent from earlier cleanups.

First was Derek, a broad-shouldered gym rat in his late twenties, tattooed arms flexing as he shook hands. Aaron laid it out straight: 'This isn't your standard rubdown joint. Clients pay extra for hands-on fun—sucking, fucking, whatever gets them off. You in?' Derek's face twisted, eyes darting to the door. 'Nah, man. I thought it was legit therapy. I'm out.' He bolted without a backward glance.

Next, Liam, a slim college kid with messy hair and nervous energy, barely twenty-one. He nodded eagerly at first, but when Jake demonstrated by groping Aaron's crotch casually, Liam flushed crimson. 'Wait, like... actual sex? For money? I can't. Sorry.' He mumbled excuses and fled, the door clicking shut behind him.

The third, Marcus, a stocky former athlete pushing thirty-five, crossed his arms defiantly. Tyler explained the perks—tips that doubled pay—but Marcus snorted. 'Turning tricks? Not my scene. Keep it professional or nothing.' He stood, leaving the room emptier.

Now the vibe shifted. Candidate four, Ryan, a lean twink in his early twenties with pierced nipples visible through his tank, grinned wolfishly. 'Hell yes. I've done cam shows; this sounds hotter.'

Fifth was Blake, mid-twenties, toned from yoga, with a cocky smirk. 'Sign me up. I love breaking in new holes.'

Last, Evan, twenty-eight, built like a swimmer—long limbs, smooth skin—leaned forward. 'If it pays and involves dick, count me in.'

Aaron clapped his hands. 'Alright, hotshots. You three get the full interview. We need to see your skills—massage is secondary. Strip down; we'll test your mouth, your cock, and how you take it.' The lounge transformed into an audition space, towels spread on the floor, bottles of lube and condoms at the ready.

They started with Ryan. Jake dropped his pants first, his semi-hard cock springing free—thick, seven inches, already beading pre-cum. 'On your knees, show us that blowjob.' Ryan complied, sinking down and wrapping lips around the head, tongue swirling the slit before sliding down halfway. He bobbed steadily, cheeks hollowing, one hand cupping Jake's balls to massage them gently. Aaron watched, stroking himself through his jeans. 'Deeper.' Ryan gagged but pushed on, throat relaxing to take Jake to the base, nose buried in pubes. Saliva trailed down his chin as he sucked with sloppy enthusiasm, humming vibrations that made Jake groan.

Tyler stepped up next for the fuck test. He bent over the couch arm, ass presented—firm cheeks spread to reveal his hole, still pink from a morning quickie. Ryan lubed his own cock—slender but long, curving up—and pressed in slow. Tyler pushed back, taking every inch with a satisfied grunt. Ryan thrust experimentally, hands gripping hips, building to a rhythmic pound that slapped skin on skin. 'Fuck, you're tight,' Ryan panted, angling to hit Tyler's prostate, drawing out moans. After ten minutes of steady railing, Aaron called time. 'Now switch. Bend over.'

Ryan positioned himself, ass up. Jake lubed fingers first, probing the rim before sliding two in, scissoring to open him. Ryan whimpered, cock twitching below. Jake replaced fingers with his cock, sinking in balls-deep in one go. Ryan arched, gasping as Jake fucked him hard—short, deep strokes that made his body jolt. Tyler knelt in front, feeding his cock into Ryan's mouth mid-thrust, turning it into an impromptu spitroast. Ryan sucked messily, drool mixing with lube sounds from behind. Jake pulled out after a pounding session, leaving Ryan's hole gaping slightly.

'Not bad,' Aaron said, zipping up. Ryan dressed, beaming, and waited in the corner.

Blake's turn ramped up the intensity. He started strong on Aaron's cock—thicker than Jake's, veined and heavy. Blake deepthroated without hesitation, throat bulging as he swallowed around it, eyes watering but locked on Aaron's. He worked the shaft with tight suction, tongue pressing the underside vein, balls licked clean between slurps. 'Good boy,' Aaron growled, face-fucking lightly to test gag reflex—Blake took it like a pro.

For fucking, Blake chose Tyler again, who rode him reverse on the couch. Blake's cock was average length but girthy, stretching Tyler's ass as he bounced, grinding down to feel the fullness. Blake thrust up powerfully, hands spreading cheeks for deeper access, hitting spots that made Tyler leak pre-cum onto his abs. The pace quickened, sweat beading, until Tyler clenched, signaling the end.

Ass test for Blake: Aaron and Jake tag-teamed. Aaron went first, bending Blake over and slamming in—raw power behind each thrust, balls slapping ass. Blake moaned loud, pushing back greedily. Then Jake joined, lubing up while Aaron held position. 'Double time.' They eased in together—Jake's cock sliding alongside Aaron's in the stretched hole. Blake cried out, the burn intense as two thick shafts filled him, rubbing against each other inside. They alternated shallow pumps, then synced, double-penetrating with building ****. Blake's cock throbbed untouched, spurting cum onto the floor from the pressure alone. 'Fuck, yes—more!' he begged, enduring the wrecking until they pulled out, his ass a sloppy, pink wreck.

Evan rounded out the trio, eager but methodical. His blowjob on Tyler was expert—slow buildup, licking from base to tip, then engulfing with a vacuum seal, head bobbing in controlled rhythm. He edged Tyler close, pausing to suck balls, then resumed until Tyler gripped his hair, thrusting to unload down his throat. Evan swallowed every spurt, licking clean.

Fucking Jake: Evan laid him on his back, legs over shoulders for deep access. His cock—straight, eight inches—plunged in, missionary style allowing eye contact. Evan fucked with precision, varying speed—slow grinds to fast pistons—drawing grunts from Jake. Hands roamed, pinching nipples, as he railed relentlessly.

For his ass, Aaron took point, fucking Evan doggy-style on the floor. Evan took it well, ass clenching rhythmically, moans muffled into a towel. Jake followed, flipping him onto his back and pounding missionary, legs pinned wide. No double for Evan—they saved energy—but the thorough railing left him panting, hole twitching.

The three candidates dressed, buzzing with post-fuck adrenaline. Aaron exchanged glances with Jake and Tyler. 'You'll hear from us soon.' Ryan, Blake, and Evan filed out, the lounge reeking of sex, decisions pending.