ONSEN CLEANER
In the dimly lit onsen, the air was thick with steam and the scent of sweat. The executive, a muscular guy with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes, was known as the onsen cleaner. He spent his weekends here, shedding his corporate suit for a tank top and shorts, ready to offer his unique services to the men who came for a good time.
The executive's body was a work of art, his muscles rippling beneath his tank top, his shorts hugging his firm ass. He moved with a confident stride, his cleaning supplies in hand, ready to tend to the onsen and its patrons in ways that went beyond the ordinary.
As he cleaned, he caught the eyes of several men. There was the older guy with a silver beard, his eyes twinkling with mischief. There was the young twink with a lean, athletic build, his eyes never leaving the executive's broad back. And there was the middle-aged guy with a receding hairline, his gaze lingering on the executive's firm buttocks.
The executive smiled to himself, knowing the effect he had on them. He approached the older guy first, his voice a low rumble. "Need a special cleaning, sir?"
The older man grinned, his eyes sparkling. "You know I do, boy."
The executive led him to a private room, the air thick with anticipation. He began his cleaning, his hands strong and gentle. He started with the older man's back, his fingers kneading the muscles, eliciting a low groan. His hands moved lower, his touch sending shivers down the man's spine.
The executive's tongue joined his hands, licking and exploring every inch of the older man's body. He started at the man's shoulders, his tongue trailing down his spine, making the older man shiver with pleasure. He moved lower, his tongue circling the man's ass, his hands spreading the cheeks to give him better access.
The older man moaned, his body arching into the executive's touch. The executive's tongue delved deeper, his hands moving to the man's length, stroking and pleasuring him. The room was filled with the sounds of the older man's moans and the wet sounds of the executive's tongue.
Meanwhile, the young twink watched, his eyes wide with curiosity and desire. The executive caught his eye, a mischievous twinkle in his gaze. He beckoned the young man over, his voice a low whisper. "Want to join us?"
The young twink nodded, his body already responding to the invitation. He joined them in the room, his eyes never leaving the executive's hands as they moved over the older man's body.
The executive turned his attention to the young twink, his hands exploring his lean, athletic form. He cleaned him with care, his touch sending waves of pleasure through the young man's body. His tongue joined his hands, licking and exploring every inch of the young twink's skin.
The executive moved lower, his tongue circling the young twink's ass, his hands spreading the cheeks. The young twink moaned, his body arching into the executive's touch. The executive's tongue delved deeper, his hands moving to the young twink's length, stroking and pleasuring him.
The older man watched, his eyes dark with desire, his hand moving to his own length. The executive's hands were everywhere, his touch and tongue sending shivers of pleasure through both men. When he was done, both men were a trembling mess, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
The executive stood up, his body towering over them. "All clean," he said, his voice a low rumble. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the young twink's ear. "But if you ever need another cleaning, just let me know."
The young twink nodded, his body still trembling. "Thank you," he whispered.
The executive smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Anytime. Anytime."
As the executive left the room, he caught the eye of the middle-aged guy, who had been watching the entire time. The man's eyes were dark with desire, his hand already moving to his own length. The executive smiled, a promise in his eyes. He knew the man would be next, and he looked forward to it.
The executive approached the middle-aged guy, his voice a low whisper. "Ready for your cleaning, sir?"
The man nodded, his eyes never leaving the executive's. The executive led him to a private room, the air thick with anticipation. He began his cleaning, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of the man's body. He moved lower, his tongue circling the man's ass, his hands spreading the cheeks.
The middle-aged guy moaned, his body arching into the executive's touch. The executive's tongue delved deeper, his hands moving to the man's length, stroking and pleasuring him. The room was filled with the sounds of the man's moans and the wet sounds of the executive's tongue.
When he was done, the middle-aged guy was a trembling mess, his body slick with sweat and desire. The executive stood up, his body towering over the man. "All clean," he said, his voice a low rumble. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the man's ear. "But if you ever need another cleaning, just let me know."
The man nodded, his body still trembling. "Thank you," he whispered.
The executive smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "My pleasure."
As the weekend wore on, the executive continued his unique form of cleaning, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of the men's bodies. He cleaned and pleasured them all, unwinding from the corporate world in the most satisfying way possible.
He went out at the end of the day. The onsen owner handed him a tip.
"Always a pleasure to have you Sir."
The corporate smirked, "you need cleaning?"
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