The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over Easton Mountain as David arrived at the retreat center. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and nerves that threatened to spill over into outright panic. He had never done anything like this before—never even come close. But here he was, a 64-year-old divorcee, stepping into the unknown with nothing but a suitcase full of sexy underwear and a few pieces of bondage equipment.
"Hey there, new face!" A voice called out from behind him, making him jump slightly. He turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with a warm smile approaching. "I'm Jason Tantra," he introduced himself, extending a hand. "And you must be David?"
David nodded, shaking the offered hand firmly. "Yeah, that's me. Just got here."
"Good timing," Jason said, clapping him on the back. "We're about to kick things off with a meet and greet. You brought your gear, right?"
"Right," David confirmed, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. He hadn't exactly packed light, but he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. All he knew was that he wanted to explore, to push his boundaries, and maybe... just maybe, find something he had never experienced before.
Jason led him through a series of hallways until they emerged into a large common area where a group of men were already mingling. Some wore only towels, others sported tight Speedos or fetish harnesses. The atmosphere was relaxed yet charged with anticipation.
"Welcome to the Himeros Experience," Davey Wavey announced, stepping onto a small stage at the front of the room. "Tonight, we start with something simple but powerful: a guided meditation to open our minds and bodies to the possibilities ahead."
David settled onto a cushion near the back, closing his eyes as Davey's soothing voice began to guide them through the meditation. Images of warmth and openness filled his mind, easing the tension in his muscles. By the time it ended, he felt more relaxed than he had in years.
"Alright, folks," Davey continued, "now that we're all nice and limber, how about we get a little playful? Strip down to your underwear and join us for some icebreakers."
David hesitated for only a moment before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his shorts, revealing the black jockstrap he had packed. He wasn't the only one who looked a bit unsure, but the general mood was one of support and encouragement.
"Great! Now, let's pair up and try our first exercise," Davey instructed. "Find a partner and give them an erotic massage. No pressure, just explore each other's bodies and see where it leads."
David glanced around, his gaze landing on a young man no older than thirty. The kid—Greg, if he remembered correctly—had been chatting with a few others earlier. Greg noticed David watching him and gave a shy smile before walking over.
"Mind if I join you?" Greg asked, sitting cross-legged beside him.
"Sure," David replied, trying to keep his voice steady. This was it—his first real step into the world he had only ever fantasized about.
Greg reached out, his hands hovering just above David's shoulders before gently pressing down. The sensation was electric, sparking a rush of heat through David's body. Greg's fingers traced the lines of his muscles, kneading and caressing with surprising skill.
"How does that feel?" Greg murmured, his breath warm against David's ear.
"Good," David managed to say, though his voice came out strained. He could feel his cock stirring beneath the fabric of his jockstrap, reacting to the intimate touch.
Greg seemed to sense the shift, his hands moving lower to explore David's back and sides. Each stroke sent shivers down David's spine, drawing him deeper into the experience. He couldn't remember the last time someone had touched him like this—with such care and attention.
"You're doing great," Greg whispered, his tone encouraging. "Just let go."
David did his best to relax, allowing the sensations to wash over him. Greg's touch was mesmerizing, a delicate balance between firmness and softness that left David aching for more. He could feel his resistance melting away, replaced by a growing desire to experience everything this retreat had to offer.
As Greg's hands moved to his thighs, tracing patterns that made David want to groan aloud, he realized just how far he was willing to go. The fantasies he had harbored for so long were coming to life, and he was ready to embrace them fully.
"Your turn," Greg said softly, pulling back slightly. "Lie down and let me take care of you."
David hesitated only briefly before complying, stretching out on the floor with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Greg wasted no time, straddling his waist and wrapping his hands around David's throbbing erection.
"Fuck," David groaned, arching his back as Greg began to stroke him slowly. It was almost too much to bear, the combination of pleasure and vulnerability pushing him to the edge.
"Relax," Greg whispered, pressing a kiss to David's forehead. "I've got you."
David closed his eyes, drowning in the sensation as Greg worked him expertly. Every stroke, every squeeze, felt like it was designed to drive him wild. He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building inside him until—
Suddenly, the door to the common area burst open, and everyone turned to see Davey standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin.
"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a special workshop starting now," he announced. "Who's ready to dive into 'The Art of Cock Massage'?"
Several men cheered in response, including Greg, who reluctantly released David's straining cock. David let out a shaky breath, the interruption both relieving and frustrating. But as he sat up and met Greg's eager gaze, he knew there was no turning back.
"Guess we'll have to finish this later," Greg said with a wink.
"Guess so," David replied, standing and adjusting his jockstrap. He could still feel the ghost of Greg's touch on his skin, a lingering reminder of the journey he was about to embark on.
Together, they joined the throng heading toward the workshop space, their steps light and eager. David's heart raced with anticipation, his mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay ahead. This was just the beginning, and he was ready to embrace whatever came next.
"Hey there, new face!" A voice called out from behind him, making him jump slightly. He turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with a warm smile approaching. "I'm Jason Tantra," he introduced himself, extending a hand. "And you must be David?"
David nodded, shaking the offered hand firmly. "Yeah, that's me. Just got here."
"Good timing," Jason said, clapping him on the back. "We're about to kick things off with a meet and greet. You brought your gear, right?"
"Right," David confirmed, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. He hadn't exactly packed light, but he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. All he knew was that he wanted to explore, to push his boundaries, and maybe... just maybe, find something he had never experienced before.
Jason led him through a series of hallways until they emerged into a large common area where a group of men were already mingling. Some wore only towels, others sported tight Speedos or fetish harnesses. The atmosphere was relaxed yet charged with anticipation.
"Welcome to the Himeros Experience," Davey Wavey announced, stepping onto a small stage at the front of the room. "Tonight, we start with something simple but powerful: a guided meditation to open our minds and bodies to the possibilities ahead."
David settled onto a cushion near the back, closing his eyes as Davey's soothing voice began to guide them through the meditation. Images of warmth and openness filled his mind, easing the tension in his muscles. By the time it ended, he felt more relaxed than he had in years.
"Alright, folks," Davey continued, "now that we're all nice and limber, how about we get a little playful? Strip down to your underwear and join us for some icebreakers."
David hesitated for only a moment before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his shorts, revealing the black jockstrap he had packed. He wasn't the only one who looked a bit unsure, but the general mood was one of support and encouragement.
"Great! Now, let's pair up and try our first exercise," Davey instructed. "Find a partner and give them an erotic massage. No pressure, just explore each other's bodies and see where it leads."
David glanced around, his gaze landing on a young man no older than thirty. The kid—Greg, if he remembered correctly—had been chatting with a few others earlier. Greg noticed David watching him and gave a shy smile before walking over.
"Mind if I join you?" Greg asked, sitting cross-legged beside him.
"Sure," David replied, trying to keep his voice steady. This was it—his first real step into the world he had only ever fantasized about.
Greg reached out, his hands hovering just above David's shoulders before gently pressing down. The sensation was electric, sparking a rush of heat through David's body. Greg's fingers traced the lines of his muscles, kneading and caressing with surprising skill.
"How does that feel?" Greg murmured, his breath warm against David's ear.
"Good," David managed to say, though his voice came out strained. He could feel his cock stirring beneath the fabric of his jockstrap, reacting to the intimate touch.
Greg seemed to sense the shift, his hands moving lower to explore David's back and sides. Each stroke sent shivers down David's spine, drawing him deeper into the experience. He couldn't remember the last time someone had touched him like this—with such care and attention.
"You're doing great," Greg whispered, his tone encouraging. "Just let go."
David did his best to relax, allowing the sensations to wash over him. Greg's touch was mesmerizing, a delicate balance between firmness and softness that left David aching for more. He could feel his resistance melting away, replaced by a growing desire to experience everything this retreat had to offer.
As Greg's hands moved to his thighs, tracing patterns that made David want to groan aloud, he realized just how far he was willing to go. The fantasies he had harbored for so long were coming to life, and he was ready to embrace them fully.
"Your turn," Greg said softly, pulling back slightly. "Lie down and let me take care of you."
David hesitated only briefly before complying, stretching out on the floor with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Greg wasted no time, straddling his waist and wrapping his hands around David's throbbing erection.
"Fuck," David groaned, arching his back as Greg began to stroke him slowly. It was almost too much to bear, the combination of pleasure and vulnerability pushing him to the edge.
"Relax," Greg whispered, pressing a kiss to David's forehead. "I've got you."
David closed his eyes, drowning in the sensation as Greg worked him expertly. Every stroke, every squeeze, felt like it was designed to drive him wild. He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building inside him until—
Suddenly, the door to the common area burst open, and everyone turned to see Davey standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin.
"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a special workshop starting now," he announced. "Who's ready to dive into 'The Art of Cock Massage'?"
Several men cheered in response, including Greg, who reluctantly released David's straining cock. David let out a shaky breath, the interruption both relieving and frustrating. But as he sat up and met Greg's eager gaze, he knew there was no turning back.
"Guess we'll have to finish this later," Greg said with a wink.
"Guess so," David replied, standing and adjusting his jockstrap. He could still feel the ghost of Greg's touch on his skin, a lingering reminder of the journey he was about to embark on.
Together, they joined the throng heading toward the workshop space, their steps light and eager. David's heart raced with anticipation, his mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay ahead. This was just the beginning, and he was ready to embrace whatever came next.
