My Step bro needed a massage

All participants are over 18 I'm kicking back on the couch in our shared apartment, the summer heat of August 3, 2019, making the air sticky even with the AC humming in the background. My stepbrother crashes through the door, his broad frame filling the space, sweat glistening on his tanned skin after a long day at the construction site. He's got that rugged look—short-cropped dark hair, stubble on his jaw, and muscles that strain against his tight tee. I’ve been a masseuse for a couple of years now, working out of a small studio downtown, and I’ve been itching to get my hands on him for reasons that go way beyond a simple rubdown.“Damn, man, you look beat,” I say, sitting up, my own leaner frame shifting in my loose tank and shorts. “Long day hauling bricks or whatever?”He grunts, dropping his bag by the door, peeling off his shirt to reveal that chiseled chest, a light dusting of hair trailing down to his waistband. “Fucking brutal. My back’s killing me. Feel like I got hit by a damn truck.”I smirk, seeing my opening. “Good thing you’ve got me then. I’m off today. Why don’t you let me work out those knots? Free massage, no strings. You know I’m good with my hands.”He raises a brow, wiping his face with the discarded shirt, those dark eyes flickering over me. “Yeah? You sure? Don’t want you getting all weird if I strip down or some shit.”“Bro, I’ve seen you in less. Lay down on the couch. I’ll grab my oil.” I hop up, grabbing a bottle of massage oil from my room, my pulse already picking up as I think about running my hands over that hard body. I’m not even hiding the bulge starting to form in my shorts, but hell, we’re past pretending now.When I get back, he’s sprawled out on his stomach, just in his briefs, that thick, muscular ass barely covered by the thin fabric. His back is a map of tension, shoulders broad and knotted. I straddle his thighs, keeping my weight light, and pour some oil into my palms, rubbing them together. “Just relax, alright? Tell me if I go too hard.”“Whatever, just fix me,” he mutters, voice muffled into the cushion, but I can feel his body ease a bit as I press my hands into his upper back, thumbs digging into the tight muscles along his spine. I work slow at first, kneading deep, feeling the heat of his skin under my slick fingers, the faint groan he lets out making my cock twitch against my shorts.“Shit, that’s good,” he mumbles, shifting a little, his ass flexing under me as I move lower, hands gliding over the small of his back, thumbs circling just above the waistband of his briefs. “Didn’t know you were this good at it.”“Years of practice,” I say, voice low, leaning in closer so my breath hits his neck. “I can go lower if you want. Get those glutes. They’re probably tight as hell too.”He’s quiet for a second, then turns his head slightly, one eye cracking open. “Yeah, alright. Do what you gotta do. Just don’t get any funny ideas.”I chuckle, sliding the briefs down just enough to expose those firm, rounded cheeks, pouring more oil and spreading it over the muscle. My hands knead deep, fingers digging into the flesh, brushing close to the crease, and I feel him tense then relax under me. “Funny ideas? Like what? This?” I press a thumb right along the inner edge, teasing, and he lets out a sharp breath.“Fuck, man, watch it,” he growls, but there’s no real heat in it, and I notice he’s not telling me to stop. His hips shift, lifting a little, and I can’t help but grind down against him subtly, my hard-on pressing against his thigh through my shorts.“Relax, I’m just working the tension out,” I say, smirking, my hands spreading his cheeks a bit, oil slicking between them as I rub slow circles, closer and closer to that tight ring of muscle. “Feels good, right? Tell me if you want me to stop.”“Don’t… don’t fucking stop,” he mutters, voice rough, pushing back into my touch now, and that’s all the green light I need. I slip a finger down, circling his hole, slick with oil, and he groans low, body shuddering under me. “Shit, that’s… fuck.”“Yeah? Like that?” I murmur, pushing the tip of my finger in, slow, feeling him clench then give, tight heat gripping me as I work it deeper. My other hand rubs his lower back, keeping him steady. “Been wanting to do this for a while. You’re so fucking tight.”“Goddamn it, man,” he gasps, head turning into the cushion, but his hips are lifting more, letting me slide that finger in and out, adding a second when he starts to loosen up. “Didn’t think… fuck, didn’t think it’d feel like this.”“Gonna feel even better,” I say, pulling my fingers out to yank off my shorts, my cock springing free, hard and leaking as I grab the oil, slicking myself up. I line up against him, rubbing the head of my dick against his slick hole, teasing. “Tell me you want it. I’m not gonna push if you’re not sure.”“Fuck, just do it,” he growls, voice thick with need, pushing back against me. “I want it. Just… go slow.”I don’t need to hear more. I press in, slow as I promised, the tight heat swallowing the head of my cock, a sharp hiss escaping him as I stretch him open. “Breathe, man, I got you,” I mutter, hands gripping his hips, inching in deeper, the resistance giving way to that hot grip. “Fuck, you’re taking it so good.”“Shit, it burns, but… don’t stop,” he pants, fists clenching the cushion, body trembling as I bottom out, my balls pressed against his ass. I hold still for a sec, letting him adjust, my hands rubbing over his back, down to squeeze those reddened cheeks.“Gonna move now. Ready?” I ask, voice strained from holding back, and when he nods, I pull out halfway, thrusting back in slow at first, building a rhythm. Each stroke drags a grunt or moan from him, his body rocking under me, starting to meet my thrusts.“Fuck, harder,” he groans, turning his head to glance back at me, eyes dark and wild. “I can take it. Give me more.”“Hell yeah,” I grunt, picking up the pace, slamming into him now, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the small space. My hands grip his hips hard, pulling him back onto my cock with every thrust, hitting that spot inside that makes him curse under his breath. “You feel so fucking good. Been wanting to wreck this ass forever.”“Keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum without even touching myself,” he rasps, voice breaking as I angle deeper, pounding relentlessly, my own release building fast from how tight he’s squeezing me.“Do it then. Cum for me,” I say, leaning down to bite at his shoulder, one hand sliding under him to grip his thick cock, stroking fast and rough. He’s rock hard, leaking all over my fingers, and it only takes a few pumps before he’s shouting, body seizing as he spills onto the couch, hot and messy, ass clenching so tight around me it pulls me over the edge.“Fuck, I’m cumming,” I groan, thrusting deep one last time, emptying inside him, hot spurts filling that tight heat as I collapse against his back, both of us panting, slick with sweat and oil.We stay like that for a minute, catching our breath, before I pull out slow, watching my cum drip from his stretched hole. “Shit, man, that was insane,” I mutter, sitting back on my heels, grinning at him as he rolls onto his side, looking dazed but satisfied.“Yeah, no kidding,” he says, voice hoarse, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think I’d be into that, but… damn. You gonna offer massages like that every time I’m sore?”“Only if you beg for it,” I shoot back, smirking, already thinking about the next time I can get my hands—and more—on him again.