This is a work of fiction between consenting male adults. Do not read any further if this could give rise to offence or is illegal in your country. Common sense really.
A Gay Massage
by
Alex Carbine
It all started really when he gave me a coffee.
I had this weekday in my diary when nothing had been filled in. I had noticed it several weeks ago, and had thought nothing of it. And at the weekend, I was planning the oncoming week and saw it again. Soooooooo. Major planning. How should I use it to the best? Tax figures? Expenses? Nothing to do with what I did came to mind. I decided to simply have a day off. Do nothing. Switch off. I named it 'Blank Wednesday'.
Tuesday night I did not set my alarm clock. After all it was going to be 'Blank Wednesday'. Nothing planned. Nothing to get up for.
'Blank Wednesday'.
I woke to the sound of screaming. In my bedroom. A high-pitched keening. My cat Rosie had caught a frog in the garden and was showing her prize to me. The frog was prostrate on the carpet, its front legs covering its head, screaming like a little baby. Today was going to be a day of discovery. I make a mental note " I did not know that frogs can scream, especially at.." I look at my alarm clock.. " four-oh-fucking-clock in the morning."
Rosie is strutting her bit, figure of eighting around my feet proudly. I mean, it's not everyday she brings in a frog to show me. Oh No! I stoop, gather the frog in my hands, and find it has not been injured. I open the window and let the frog drop to the garden below. Be not afeard! I live on the ground floor. Rosie is oblivious until she realises that the frog has disappeared. I go for a pee and when I return there is no sign of Rosie. I lay in bed trying to go back to sleep. 'Blank Wednesday' has started early and is so far 'Screaming Frog Wednesday'...Surprise!
The next thing I know it is about 9.30am. I think it is the clatter of my mail being delivered. Awakeness is swiftly followed by a shower, fruit juice and two microwaved pain-au-chocolates. Cat food, biscuits and fresh water are distributed to their respective bowls, the dishwasher is emptied, the washing machine loaded and started, and then its time to decided what to do. The weather is a beautiful sunny day. I sit in my small conservatory and decide to make decisions over a filter coffee.
I walk into town, a mere fifteen minutes stroll, and begin doing nothing in earnest. I start by looking into shop windows of shops I do not know exist. I find a whole shop dedicated to olive oils, with and without dried tomatoes etc., and kitchen minutiae. I then find this Gymnasium. What a good idea! I'll just have a look inside. I have been meaning to join a Gym!
In the Reception a young man greets me, about 23 years old, wearing a white tee shirt, white shorts and white tennis shoes. He has blond curly hair, an immaculate tan and a perfect smile. 'How can I help you, my name is Ben?' he asks, standing up and walking round his desk. 'I am interested in what this Gymnasium can offer me,' I answer as he takes my elbow and guides me to the seating area to one side. I sit and he asks, 'Coffee? I was just about to have one myself.' The coffee machine looks as though you should have a degree to operate it. As the machine huffs, puffs, gurgles and finally spits the coffee into the cups I have a moment to reflect. I take in the Bodybuilding magazines on the table showing bronzed Hercules showing their bodies. I look at the young man as he works the coffee machine. My eye line is at the height of his waist. I notice that the shorts he is wearing are almost transparent nylon. He is wearing a black jockstrap. A big black jockstrap. A big well-filled black jockstrap. 'One lump or two?' he asks. I tear my eyes away from the Promised Land and look at his face. He is smiling. 'Sugar..one lump or two?' 'Oh no sugar for me,' I answer, struggling to find my voice.
He hands me my coffee and then takes his and walks past me to sit in the chair beside me. I get a clear profile of his lunch box as he passes. Impressive! I get a clear outline of the two straps stretched round his bubble butt as he sits. Impressive! He leans back in the chair and I see how big the lump in his shorts really is. Impressive!
He sips his coffee. 'What type of thing are you looking for? There is an extensive range of exercise machines and our staff will show you how to get the most out of them.' He takes another sip. 'And we also have an extensive selection of leisure items if you want to just relax and unwind.' At this he drops one of his hands from the cup at his lips and very casually and unthinkingly scratches his crutch. 'There's the pool, the wet sauna, the dry sauna, the Jacuzzi, and we have several rest rooms with a choice of viewing on the TVs.' Then his hand seems to close around his basket as he says, 'And we have several massage rooms.' His hand returns back up to the cup and he turns his head to me. 'Would this be what you are looking for?'
I take a long suck at my coffee to wet my suddenly dry throat. 'It all sound just the thing. Yes, just the thing.' Ben then explains that the Establishment only opened at the beginning of that week. The cost was very reasonable both for Membership and facilities. I make my mind up.
Documentation is swift and payment even swifter. In almost no time Ben produces my membership card inlayed with my photo. In the meantime I have looked at the costs of having a massage. I decide on a one-hour session. I ask Ben to book me in and he looks at the clock on the opposite wall. 'We will have no one here before two o'clock I'm afraid' is his answer. Its eleven o'clock. Three hours to wait! Ben senses my disappointment. 'However,' he says, 'If I can get one of the others to look after the desk, I would be happy to give you one myself. I have all the qualifications needed'. He smiled sweetly and put his head to one side, flashing that smile.
After an internal phonecall to one of the other Assistants he hands me a large fluffy towel and takes me on a guided tour through the locker-room, showers, and into the poolroom, which also houses the Jacuzzi and saunas. Leaving me to get undressed in the locker-room he saunters off to make sure that the front desk is covered and by the time I was showered and drying myself, he reappears to take me to the massage rooms.
The room he opens is surprisingly big. As well as a hand basin, towel rails and the massage table, the room also contains a leather fabric sofa and a double-door locker. Spotlights in the ceiling gives the room a subdued feeling, and my first impression as to the size of the room proves to be false as the main, uncluttered wall is mirrored from ceiling to floor. Although air-conditioned the room is quite warm. Ben adjusts the thermostat. 'Still getting things right,' he says. 'You don't mind if I take my tee- shirt off, do you?' he asks. 'Not at all. Make yourself comfortable,' I answer as I go to the towel rails and hang up my towel. I stand 6ft 2inches tall in front of the mirrored wall. I wear a few extra pounds around my 38-year-old waist. I look at my uncut cock. Limp it is about 6 inches but hard I reach about 10 and a bit inches. I also wear a pewter cock ring. I look at Ben in the mirror and he is standing with his hands on his hips, wearing just his shorts, no tee shirt, and no shoes. He moves over to the table and gestures for me to climb on. 'It's pointless putting a towel over you now. Will you lay face down please.' I climb on and place my face in the towel-surrounded hole. Ben makes sure I am comfortable. There are infrared heater lamps in the ceiling. I feel warm and comfortable as he mixes his massage salve.
I feel his hands on my shoulders. The oil is just above blood temperature. It smells of herbs. He goes to work, first standing at the end of the bed and then one side, then the other, working down my body and arms. I feel warm oil again on my buttocks. I move my feet apart. I feel oil running down the crack over my anus, my balls. His hands knead my buttocks gently. I move my legs further apart and get comfortable. My cock is getting half hard. His kneading is getting slightly harder. I lift my buttocks into his hands as he pushes down. He is massaging the tops of my legs. His fingers brush my ball sack as they move round and back over my thighs. He moves down my legs. My anus is contracting as my cock twitches under me. I am fully hard. He reaches my feet and goes between my toes. Then nothing. I lay totally relaxed. Ben breaks the silence. 'Worked up a bit of a sweat here,' he says. I raise my head and look in the mirror. His white shorts are now totally transparent, and sticking to his big black jockstrap. He turns to his workstation and starts to take his shorts off. He bends to pick them up and the two black straps frame his dark anus. He turns back to face me. His jockstrap pouch is filled with semi-hard meat. 'In your own time, turn over onto your back,' he says.
He comes over to help me. He stands at my waist and helps me to sit up. I see him looking at my hard cock. The skin is pulled half back over the purple head. It is covered in clear pre-cum. I look at his jock. His cock is beginning to tent it. I reach round with a hand and feel it. I look up into his face. His eyes are dancing and that smile plays across his face. 'May as well take this off.or would you like to do it?' he asks.
I hop off the table. My cock is so hard that it points straight up my abdomen. I come round behind him. I take hold of the jock's waist and pull him to me. My cock slips on his sweaty buttocks and slips into his cleft. He pushes back onto me. My cock slides under him and ends up between his balls and his left leg. He sways back and forth, wanking my cock. I just stand there luxuriating. I pull away from him and kneel down. He turns to face me. I start to pull the jock down. He is fully hard now. His cock catches momentarily on the front of the jock and then springs free. I pull the jock to the floor and he steps out of it. His cut 10-inch cock waves in front of me as he moves. I take it in my right hand. A small ball of clear cum oozes from the piss slit. I lick it off. I feel his hands either side of my shoulders, lifting. I stand up. Our cocks come into contact like swords crossed before a match.
'If you will just come over there with me,' he says. He takes hold of my cock and leads me over to the locker. The two doors open to reveal several shelves of S & M gear, paddles, restraints etc., and also vibrators, dildoes and butt plugs. I reach in and take a butt plug to look at. It is violet and pliable. He starts to gently wank me. 'Is there anything else you would like?' I take a 12 inch ribbed dildo from its place. He takes the two items from me and leads me back to the table.
He places them on the leather surface and, pushing my neck gently, makes me bend over the table. I put my hands out on it for support. He gets lube and a rubber from his workstation and returns to pick up the dildo. He rolls the rubber down the length of the dido and lubes it, whilst I watch him, my cock twitching and pulsing.
He puts a lubed finger to my ring and gently inserts it. Withdrawn it is replaced by the feaux cock. I feel the ribs on it as he gently pushes it in a few inches then pulls it almost out. 'You OK?' he asks. He reaches round me and takes hold of my cock. Starting a slow wank he also starts to piston the dildo in and out. Going deeper, it begins to excite my prostate. My cock is so hard it feels it is near bursting. He lets the lube on his hand help him to slide his hand over my cockhead, the outer ridge of my helmet sliding across his gripping fingers. I am almost about to cum.
He stops with the dildo right up inside me. His hands massage my shoulders. He leans in to my ear and says quietly, 'Almost over-did it then. There's plenty of time.' He slowly pulls the dildo out of me, rubbing my swollen ring to close it after it is out. He takes it over to the workstation. Returning I feel him introduce the butt plug easily. 'Lie on your back please.'
I straighten up, hands to the small of my back to ease the muscles. Ben comes round almost behind me and rubs my hands away. I can feel his cock slapping the outside of my right leg as he works on my lower back. I turn my side to him and get hold of his cock. It is fully pumped up and twitching. 'Up on the table,' he says with his smile ever present. I climb up on the table. 'Turn on your side,' he asks. I turn towards him. He feeds the tip of his cock into my mouth. I take hold of his shaft, and my other hand goes round to his bubble-butt. I pull him into my mouth. My tongue swirls round his cock-head. He begins to hump my mouth. I wank his shaft, rotating my hand as I pull it down to his trimmed pubes. The rim of his cock-head scrapes against my cheek, my tongue. My teeth caress his hardness. My spittle forms a pool under my mouth on the leather tabletop. His hands now hold my head as he fucks in and out of my mouth. My other hand reaches for, and gently squeezes and pulls at his balls. I can feel his orgasm rising. His head is thrown back. He is thrusting at my mouth. His pace falters and then his depth of fuckthrust lengthens. I can taste his first ejaculation. Others follow as he pushes his cock almost into my throat. He never goes too deep. I can breathe and swallow. His spunk is almost in lumps, soft lumps. His thrusts become shallow, erratic stabs. He stands still with his cock in my mouth. His head comes back upright and he looks down at me. 'Fucking A,' he says, flashing that smile again.
He takes hold of his cock and removes it from my mouth. It is still hard. He gently wanks it. I roll onto my back, savouring his spunk taste, my knees bent towards the ceiling. Ben walks round the table holding his still-hard cock. He pushes my knees over so that I face on my side again, away from him. I feel the butt plug being rotated, then pulled out. I move my bum over towards him and the edge of the table. I now feel his cock entering my stretched ring with ease. I suddenly realise that he has just cum copiously in my mouth and is still hard to fuck my arse. I turn my head and look to makes sure that it is still he. He puts both hands on top of my hip and starts to fuck me with long, deep, immensely satisfying strokes. Again I feel my prostate being stroked. My cock regains its rigidity. After a couple of minutes he pulls out of me and goes down to my feet. He pulls my feet as I slide my body down towards him. He holds my legs in the air and again slips into my arse with ease. He holds my legs apart and I support them, holding them behind my knees. He takes my rampant stiffy and wanks me with determined, almost rough strokes. His cock pumps right in to the hilt as his hand reaches the bottom of its stroke. The rhythm is slow, but just fast enough to build my orgasm. I feel his flared cock-head scrape up and down my rectal passage. His helmet kisses my prostate with each passing. His hand pumps in unison. As the first wad of cum blows from my piss slit he thrusts deep into me whilst pulling my foreskin down as far as it will go. Then he gives two quick pump/thrusts and then another deep thrust/pull back as my balls send more cum splashing into the air. I am holding the sides of the bed as my body ripples with muscular spasms. Two more quick pump/thrusts followed by a deep slow thrust and more spunk ejaculates. The way he is holding my cock makes my spunk coat his chest. I feel that I can cum no more but he quickly strokes my prostate again with his magnificent fuckstick. A final spasm wracks my lower frame and then I call 'Stop! No more!'
He takes hold of my legs with his cock still in my arse. I let the tension drain out of my tired muscles. He gently slips his cock out. I am suddenly worried that I will vacate my bowels now that his cock no longer fills the exit. Once more a hand massages my swollen sphincter to close it. I shift back up the table. Ben's warm hands are applying oil to my stomach. His slow, firm sweepings brush the aches aside. Then he is at my legs, smoothing out the tightness. Then he is at my temples, using his thumbs on the sides of my head, his touch getting ever lighter as I relax into near sleep. Through the light mists I feel his mouth on my dick, cleaning off the remnants of sperm. I lie under the black heat lamps. And drift into sleep.
To be continued?
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