Releasing the Beast : Part 3

Still in his heat of passion, Diego reaches under my waist and pulls me up so that his stomach is touching my back. He pushes my hand away and starts to pump on my cock himself. Within a few moments my dick is spewing cum all over the bed and I am grunting like a wild animal. I feel a rush surging through my entire body while Diego strokes every ounce of cum out of me.

When I am finally spent I turn my face toward his and press my lips into his. Turning my body to face him I run one hand over his smooth shaven head and the other one over his supple bubble butt. My fierce grunting slowly turns into soft moaning. When the surge of ecstasy finally subsides I tell him, “I love getting down and dirty with you… every single time. Now let’s get cleaned up.” He nods his head and follows me to the shower.

While we are in the shower Diego seems to become slowly and increasingly distant. He pulls away from our embraces rather quickly and starts to give me pecks on the lips rather than the deep passionate kisses that I am becoming so fond of. Thinking longer and longer about his sudden change in behavior makes me more nervous. My nerves gradually take a toll on me and I become so intimidated to even ask him what’s wrong.

After we stop by his place to pack an overnight bag, we hit the interstate and make our way to Orlando. About an hour into our drive the silence and mounting tension become painstakingly apparent. I finally ask, “Diego, you’ve been kind of short with me ever since we hit the shower this morning. What’s going on?” He shakes his head and forcefully replies, “Nothing. I am absolutely pumped for today.”
“Well then what’s with the attitude?” He shakes his head, forces a smile, and says, “What are you talking about? I said I’m excited to go to Orlando.”
“But why aren’t you being yourself… you’re not looking me in the eye, you seem anxious, and you haven’t given me a real smile since we took that shower this morning.” Diego sarcastically responds, “I’m just eager to get my massage with my new ‘friend’ so I can relax.”
“Is it about what I said this morning?”
“…”
“Come on. Just be honest with me… you can be brutally honest.” A discouraged frown turns up on his face. Shrugging his shoulders as he stares at the road, he says, “I just think we’re on two different pages as far as our ‘friendship’ goes.” I think for a second and start to regret referring to Diego as a friend. However, I stand by my statement because I view him as a friend that I can trust and connect with on such a hot and heavy level of passion. I respond, “Diego, all I meant was that we’re still getting to know each other. You’re someone that I trust and someone I find very attractive and passionate. Please don’t think I meant that you’re just a one-night stand.”

“Well, if you think of me as a friend, then where does that leave the two of us after you leave two days from now?”
“I want us to keep in touch while I pursue my dreams of becoming a successful lawyer.”
“So what – we just talk or whatever from time to time hundreds of miles away while you just worry about what happens to YOUR life? Isn’t that a little selfish of you, Trent?”
“What would you say if you were in my shoes, Diego? You’ve already obtained some of your dreams, so you should know some of the struggles I’m going through right now. Besides I know the long distance might be difficult, but it’ll be worth it because I know there’s something between us.”
“Well, that’s just it. I feel something great between us and I don’t want to see it end after you fly out of Tampa. Trent, I want to be more than your friend.” Diego grabs my hand and holds it, crossing his fingers over mine. “When I’m with you, I feel that we connect; not just sexually, but emotionally. I feel that our affection is real and it could develop into a powerful relationship. How do YOU see us?”
“… I think we do have a special bond… a bond that I have never felt with anyone before. But to get serious this quickly is taking a huge risk. I would hate to return to Virginia just for us to resent the relationship and perhaps even each other because we can’t make it work long distance. At least I can’t take such a risk right now.”

“So what… we just say goodbye after four days and leave it all at ‘Oh, thanks for the fuck… have a nice life.’”
“No, of course not, Diego. I just think that we need to take things slow after I leave town. You know, keep in touch, get to know each other better, and make a decision as to whether or not we want to try a long distance relationship. I think it’s just so hard because your life is very much grounded in Tampa and mine is in Virginia. If our bond stands the ultimate test of time and distance, I’m telling you, I’d find a way to bring us closer. I’m just so focused on my career right now. All the work I’ve done thus far is starting to pay off.”

Taking a moment to contemplate my response, Diego finally responds, worriedly nodding his head and saying, “You’re right. I’d say the exact same thing if I was in Virginia visiting you for the first time and you expected me to start getting serious. I’m gonna have to face the distance, but I want to know that both of us will try to keep in touch.”
“And I promise I won’t forget you after I leave Tampa. I think it’s destiny that we ran into each other at the beach two days ago.” A smile slowly comes across Diego’s face, he turns to look me in the face, and he says, “Yeah, amigo. Destiny has brought us together.” I lean in, kiss him on the cheek, and slightly tighten my grip on his hand.

For the rest of the ride towards Orlando, we talk about relationships – what they mean to us, our past flames, what we expect from our soul mates, and so on. Diego seems to have a more traditional outlook on relationships. He expects a man to be all about fulfilling his needs and giving that man the same things in return. I appreciate this value, but it irks me at the same time since I feel it may be extreme in his case. It just worries me that he might not be independent enough for me.

My outlook on this part of a relationship is that two individuals should be distinct from one another in that they should each have something of their own. There is such a thing as support, but I feel each person should have something intimate that they hold close to their heart. However, perhaps it’s a security blanket for myself. Maybe I’m afraid to open up to people because I have been holding onto my dreams for so long. It’s almost become my obsession since I am afraid of failing at obtaining my own dreams.

Also Diego seems to want to interact alone more often than go out. I love a romantic night in, but a most of the time I want to get out and enjoy the world outside of my home. I feel romantically charged in so many types of places. Overall, it seems like we would have a lot of compromising to do should we take it to the next level.

At about 2 p.m. we finally reach our destination – a fancy spa in the suburbs of Orlando. After Diego stops the engine he says, “Alright amigo, let’s get that massage.” This spa certainly possesses an upscale quality of adroitness – gracefully poised nude statues, marble floors, and fancy coffee available in the lobby. We are extremely lucky to get a room so quickly considering we did not even have a reservation. I request a back massage while my Papi gets the full body treatment.

The hostess leads us to a room in the very back of the spa. She hands us some towels and tells us that the masseuse should be here in about five minutes. I nervously ask, “Um, are we actually supposed to get naked and lie down under the towels?”

“Eh, it doesn’t really matter, you can if you want.”
“Oh.”

Diego then strips out of his t-shirt and jeans. My dick starts to harden upon the sight of his washboard abs, paired with the mound he’s sporting in his smoky gray bikini briefs. My mouth starts to water while it is hanging open. My mind starts to flash back to him sucking my thick black cock, slobbering all over my raw meat like a dog. I want to have a quickie before the masseuse gets here. I’d even settle for copping a feel of his supple ass and even slipping my finger in his tight butthole. My dick is pressing against the confines of my trunk briefs and starting to ache. If I had enough time I’d like to bury my tongue in – “Trent?” Diego breaks me out of another daze.

I stutter “Hu-, huh.”
“I said ‘Are you gonna take off your underwear?’” I nervously reply, “Um, uh huh.” He laughs and removes his underwear, allowing his semi-hard cock to dangle carelessly between his thighs. Diego lies face down on the table and covers his butt with the towel. Once he gets comfortable he looks at me and says, “Go ahead and lie down, the masseuses will be here any minute.” I take off my clothing and, as I remove my underwear, I notice the head of my dick is leaking with pre-cum.

For some reason, I don’t want Diego to know that I am aroused right before my first massage and turn around hoping he did not notice the stain. As I pull down the underwear I attempt to rub my juices off of the head and into the fabric. I lay all of my clothing under the table and lie down on the tabletop. As of now, I am pretty hard so I carefully place my dick down so that I can delicately position it on the cool surface. I lie all the way down on my stomach and feel the head press into the area directly below my belly button. Diego chuckles with a grin on his face and asks, “You excited for your first massage?” I laugh and sarcastically reply, “A little… how could you tell?”
“Relax amigo. It’s supposed to be therapeutic.”

We wait a few more moments and our masseuses walk through the door. Diego’s masseuse is a blonde girl with a somewhat valley/ditzy girl look. Mine was a brunette lady with more of a secretary look, however she looked considerably fit. She sort of had a jogger’s build, like myself, and her breasts were supple and perky. My masseuse asks us, “How are you gentlemen doing today?” We both say we’re doing good and they instruct us to relax while they work their magic.

I lay my head down, facing right to look at Diego. He closes his eyes and almost looks as if he is sleeping while the masseuse rubs down his entire body from head to toe. As my masseuse starts from the neck down she increasingly stimulates one of my many erogenous zones. My cock starts to pulse especially since it is trapped and smothered between my waist and the table.

Her soft hands are continually rubbing into my toned back. The massage oil she is using smells like a light fruit-scented candle. I take deeper breaths as she goes lower towards the top of my ass. I close my eyes and fantasize about my masseuse taking off her top and rubbing her full breasts and erect nipples across my back. The perfect complement would be a seductive trail of tender, wet kisses along my back.

By the time she reaches the middle of my back the head of my dick is wet again. My pre-cum is oozing out of the slit and a pool is starting to form on my lower belly. Going lower and lower she takes even more time to work out the knots in my lower back. My mushroom head throbs every time her hands press into my back. She starts to press more firmly when she reaches that part of my back that has substantially more bone than flesh. Just inches from my ass, I feel the urge to start humping the table since my lower belly has become flooded with my own juices.

An inch or so from the top of my ass, she starts to slow down the speed of her hands rubbing into me. I start to catch my breath and slowly open my eyes. Diego’s only about halfway done with his massage since he’s getting a full body massage. My masseuse soon finishes and exits the room, thanking us and telling us to have a good day.

While Diego’s masseuse is still working on him I wait for her to turn her back to me again. When I get the opportunity I quickly get up to put my underwear back on. The pool of pre-cum is apparent as it has soaked the surface of the table. I place my towel on top of the stain and quickly turn away when she faces my direction again. I put on the rest of my clothes and sit on the other end of the table to wait for Diego’s massage to get finished.

She finishes stroking his calf muscles and completes the massage. After she leaves the room Diego gets up and puts his clothes back on. He says, “It looks like you enjoyed your first massage. Am I right?” Sarcastically I reply, “Eh, it was all right. Nothing spectacular.”

“Oh yeah? So you just leak like that whenever you meet complete strangers?” I don’t know how to respond since I cannot tell if Diego is actually upset from seeing me get aroused by someone else. An awkward silence fills the room, and I finally break it, asking, “Uh, did it bother you that I was turned on by her?” He takes a deep breath and replies, “Eh, I guess not. I’ve never been with a bisexual man before. I just felt a little insecure since there’s obviously something she has that I don’t.”

“Well, don’t be. I may be physically attracted to her, but I actually have feelings that are developing for you.” Diego leans in and gives me a sweet, tender kiss. “Amigo, you’re so sweet.” After a couple more moments in a lip lock he says, “Now let’s go get something to eat. I’m getting hungry.”

We visit an ice cream shop to get waffle cones. I pick French vanilla with chocolate syrup. Diego gets coffee-flavored ice cream with caramel. From there we hit up a premium outlet mall with all those big-name designers. While we are there Diego buys a metallic silver thong and I buy a bright yellow tank top. After the mall we take a stroll around the park talking more about relationships. Meanwhile the sun sets before our eyes. We take a seat on one of the wooden benches, while the sky transforms from baby blue to purple with receding spots of flaming orange.

I ask Diego, “What do you ultimately look for in your soul mate?” His tone deepens, becoming very serious and sincere. “I look for a guy who is all about us and will try anything and everything to keep the fire alive in our relationship. I value trust, honesty, and intimacy so much… I think that’s what keeps a relationship going. What about you? What are you looking for in a soul mate? And for that matter, tell me, do you honestly think of your soul mate as being a guy or a girl?”
“Gender doesn’t matter to me when it comes to a soul mate. It’s all about how a person makes me feel… their spirit, the way they treat me, and the fact that I matter to them. The way I see it, my soul mate would continually give me those butterflies in my stomach, but would back those feelings up by actually being there for me.”
“And do I make you feel like that at all?”
“Of course you do, Papi. I’ve had butterflies since I’ve seen that cute smile of yours.” The corners of Diego’s lips turn upward and a smile starts to form. “But I want to take some time to get to that ‘commitment’ part of a relationship. I think, that way, affection only becomes deeper and two people will only love each other more in the end.”

By now, the sun has completely set. The sky is black with a purple tint. A clear sky allows the moon and stars to illuminate the grassy slopes of the park. Diego starts to shiver from the now slightly chilly temperature. I wrap my arms around him and rub my hands up and down his arms. I kiss him on the cheek. He turns to face me and he presses his lips into mine. After a moment he slips his tongue into my mouth and whirls it around mine. I start to suck on his tongue, savoring the coffee and caramel flavor left over from his waffle cone.