calcarlisle:
“Oh good, I was a little worried you might be a cat fish, but you match your profile nicely,” Cal says as he come out from the back area dressed minimally in some short shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt and sandals. As he approaches the younger man to shake hands, his eyes dart down to his crotch and sees the guy wasn’t lying about being hung.
“You want to follow me back?” Cal asks as they shake hands, his free hand reaches over and gently cups Maes bulge. “I hope you’re into kissing ass first. Big boys like you need to lick this ass before you stick this ass.”
With that, Cal turns and walks towards a treatment room, his round daddy ass would be envy of men half his age. “Cumming?”
Maes raised a brow when he came across the man from Grindr. He was even more of a beauty in person. Of course no one could ever be as gorgeous and beautiful as his husband, but Maes could appreciate the other’s dashing looks. “Have you been catfished before?” he asked when Cal approached him. The man was sporting a white sleeveless tee and short shorts to match, so he was showing off those arms and those legs like no one’s business, which immediately got Maes excited, and he was sure Cal could see it. He shook his hand but pulled him closer. “I’m into kissing ass plenty, Cal,” Maes whispered as he looked into the older man’s eyes, then one hand found the back of one of the blonde’s thighs, so he could raise his leg and wrap it around his waist. His other hand clutched Cal’s fat ass as he dipped in and caught the spa owner’s lips in a kiss, heated and sensual. He moaned softly into it as their mouths became one, meshing together, tongues running against one another. He massaged his ass and kept the man’s smooth leg around him, even after the awesome kiss. When it was done, Maes smirked at him. “That’s how you greet properly,” he teased and nodded, “Lead the way.”
"Just once. The guy figured since we were both over 30 his looks shouldn't matter as much, but, well, I guess I'm shallow like that. I don't like it when what I order isn't what I wind up with," Cal answers before he's drawn into a searing kiss. When Maes lifted his leg up, he grinned as he felt cool air on part of his backside, and just knew the strap of his jock was visible too even before he felt Maes' hand on it.
"Fair enough, but not to worry, I know how to say good night like a champ," Cal smirked as he turned around and padded to the treatment room, peeling off his shirt and tossing it as he went. Entering the treatment room he removes his shorts and stands there in just the sandals and skimpy jockstrap. He points at the table and smirks. "Strip, face down or face up, your choice of you want me to start with you."
