A Gay Massage 04
By
Alex Carbine
If you are underage, could be offended by, or this type of material is illegal in your Country, stop reading. If you do not think you should be reading this, don't.
I must apologise to readers who thought that the previous Chapter was 'a bit lean' but I could only describe what I saw as I was not really involved. This Chapter describes what happened a couple of weeks later when I had the time to return.
A Gay Massage 04
It was Friday. Knowing that I would only be working on the next Tuesday morning I telephoned the Reception at the Gym to book a Massage for the afternoon. This time I talked to a voice named 'Simon'. 'Hi, Si here ' he opened, with the Si pronounced as 'Sigh'. 'How can I be of Service to you?' I tell him that I had been massaged by Ben and had really enjoyed my visit and would like to have another, similar, massage. 'With Ben you say? A lovely young man. So good with his hands.' Si drewled down the phone to me. 'So good with everything he does,' I countered. 'Yes! As you say, so talented. We have a lad by the name of Jason who has similar talents. Like two peas from the same pod in that way they are. I will book you in for an hour from Three, but leave the booking open ended. We are having a little special function that evening you may want to stay for. We will be closing at Five, but will be open to Customers by Special Invitation. A little food, a little drink. A little fun. I have just pulled your details on the screen and I see that you 'met' with Ben, oh and Andy as well!' 'Just in passing,' I said amazed at the details he had, 'I think he liked what he saw.' 'That could be it,' said Si, 'but we only have face-shots on the files.' He started to laugh at that, and I realised what I had said. 'Your invite is in the post now and will be with you Monday, Tuesday. Just show it at Reception when you arrive. My name is Gerald, call me Jay. I am the Owner. Let me know if there is anything we can do that you would like but can't find. See you Tuesday evening.'
The Invitation flopped through me mailbox Monday morning, my name ink written in a flowing Copperplate style. I had been 'Invited to a Special Function, where 'I could relax and enjoy' amongst 'similarly minded people.' I got that familiar tingle in my dick when I read it that evening on my return home. The frisson of sexual excitement that charged through my veins whilst I had my bath, cooked a meal and even while I watched television that night, kept my cock stiff in anticipation.
Tuesday morning passed in a blur. My mind was definitely elsewhere. Thankfully I did no harm, and by Twelve was back home. I had a haircut on the way home, a light lunch followed by a scented bath at home. I dressed in freshly laundered and dry cleaned clothes and was at the Gym for Two Thirty. I walked in through the doors and stopped in my tracks. There was a lady at Reception. I had never really thought that there were any women at the Gym as I had only seen men. Then I remembered Andy's remark about 'Ladies Pilates' and the girl netting rubbish in the pool. 'And why not?' I asked myself. I put best foot forward and went up to the desk.
'Hallo. I'm Jane. How may I help you?' she asked with a smile. I looked down at her, taking in the Gym's Uniform of almost transparent white nylon over black underwear. I knew that she would be wearing the regulation jock strap but the desk hid it. 'I'm Alex and I'm booked for a massage at three with Jason,' I answered. A few keystrokes on the keyboard and my booking was confirmed. 'Do you know your way?' she asked, standing up. 'Yes,' I was right about the black jock strap, 'I know my way'. She gave me my locker key and I started to go for the door behind her, then remembered the Invitation in my breast pocket. 'Oh, Jay asked me to hand this in when I arrived.' I handed the Invitation over to her. 'Jay gave this to you?' She smiled a broad smile at me and nodded, then sat back at the computer terminal and typed. 'Everything is in order,' she said as she turned back to me. 'Enjoy your stay Mr Carbine.' Her eyes dropped momentarily from my faced to my crutch then back up to my face. 'I am sure you will find everything to your taste,' and then put her head to one side slightly. I smiled, turned and went through the door into the changing area.
I removed the towelling robe and fluffy towel from the large locker that my key opened, undressed, carefully folded my clothes and put them with the towel into the locker. I put the rubber band with the key on my left foot and went to the showers. There was not a soul about. I showered with the mildly scented gel from the wall dispenser, and then stepped into one of three new drying cubicles. When the warm air had dried me I went into the Pool Room. There was still not a soul to see. Background classical music played almost invisibly over the water. The door at the end of the poolroom going to the Massage Rooms opened and a Member of the staff strode across the non-slip tiles to me.
He was wearing the Gym uniform that I had expected to see. White 'T' shirt, and shorts made of almost transparent nylon. White sports shoes. And a black jock strap. Even at a distance I could see it was an incredibly full black jock strap. He had almost reached me with a few strides and his hand was out for a handshake as he said 'Hallo, I'm Jason,' when it struck me that I had met him before. It was horse-dick from the steam room last time. His body was evidence to his weight training. His muscles rippled with every movement. I shook his hand. 'Hallo, I'm, Alex.'
His size of his hands hinted as powerful but the shake was gentle, his skin soft. 'I think we have met before,' I said. His head went to one side and he said' I don't think I have massaged you before.' An easy smile spread across his face. 'No. We met in the Sauna about two weeks ago.' The smile spread wider. 'I hope I was well behaved,' he said. 'Yes, you came over very well,' I answered. 'Shall we...?' He asked and gestured to the Massage Rooms door. I followed him into the corridor.
We did not go into the room that I went into with Ben, but into the room at the far end of the corridor. Furnished similarly, it had floor to ceiling mirrors on two walls, the massage table, leather sofa and locker, as well as the masseur's work station and sink.
I stood by the table and he came up behind me. His hand went round my chest and I let him slide the two parts of the robe apart as he helped it off my shoulders, to hang it on a peg on the wall. He returned to stand behind me as I stood naked, watching us both in the wall mirror. I saw my dick at half-mast; freshly shaved pubic area so there was no hair, and the glint of my pewter cock ring that encircled the base of my cock and behind my balls. His hands ran lightly down from my shoulders, along my spine to finish in a caress of my butt cheeks. Very quietly he said in my right ear, 'on the table please Mr. Carbine. Face down please.' 'It's Alex, Jason. And it's quite warm in here, if you want to make yourself comfortable please feel free.' I climbed up onto the table, stopping momentarily on my knees, knowing that he could see that from my hanging balls to my anus I was clean of hair as well. I settled down on my front, arranging my cock to point comfortably to my navel. Before I settled my face into the towel-surrounded hole in the table I looked across to see that Jason had removed his 'T' shirt and was currently removing his shorts. He had his back to me so I could not see how big the black pouch of his jock strap was. But I had seen his horse-dick and balls before and a shiver of excitement ran through me. I put my head down, relaxed my arms, opened my legs apart slightly, and heard him approach the table.
His large, warm, soft hand caressed the oils across my shoulders. Lavender stroked my brain. Standing at my head he drew all my tensions out of my neck, my shoulders and top spine. His touch was talented, magic. He came round to my left side and worked down my left arm and hand. Nothing was missed. Then to my right side. The same magic was worked. He started gently kneading the muscles on my lower back, buttocks and upper legs, leaning into the table for support and to steady himself. He moved himself slightly and I felt the fabric of his support pouch brush the end of my fingers. Laying on my front the backs of my hands lay on the table, my palms towards the ceiling. He moved along up the table slightly towards my shoulders. His balls placed themselves in my upturned hand. I lay there feeling the underside of his stretched jockstrap pouch move against the palm of my hand whilst he swayed as he lightly massaged my bum cheeks. The little finger of his right hand rubbed against the ridge between my balls and anus, sawing across my ring like a violinists bow, as he worked on my upper leg. For about a minute he rubbed like this as he massaged me, then he moved on down my leg to my feet. Next he was holding my right leg below the knee and bending it back to stretch the knee joint. Tucking my right foot into his armpit he lifted me as he stretched the joint. For a couple of seconds I was lifted off the table. When I was returned my semi-erect cock was now trapped pointing down towards my feet. It was not uncomfortable, but I knew Jason could see it now. He massaged my right foot, then, standing at the foot of the table he arranged my feet and legs to be as far apart as the table would support. His hands reached as surrounded my right buttock. He slowly drew them back toward his body. The fingertips of his left hand stroked over my brown crinkled ring one by one, lubricated by the oils he was using. Then the little finger of his left hand was on the back of my ball sack. Still his hands slowly drew back towards my feet. His little finger almost scratched its way along the thickening shaft of my cock. Then his two hands in concert slowly travelled either side of my right leg to the foot. He came to stand by my left side and ran his hands down my spine. I realised as I almost shivered with his touch that I had become as taut as a bowstring. Then he started on my left leg.
Massaging my upper left leg his left little finger gently jabbed my balls and rigid cock whilst it played across my ring. I could not control my reflexes as it twitched to his touch and I could feel my pre-cum oozing out of my helmet slit. Again he moved so his fabric-retained balls dropped onto my up-turned left hand. This time a grasped his package and worked what felt like rugby balls with my fingers. He stopped for a moment whilst I toyed with him, and then continued as before down my leg. Again the knee stretch, lifting me off the table, but this time, because I was bar-tight hard, my cock returned to kissing my navel when I was laid back on the table.
Jason went over to his workstation for a moment and returned to the foot of the table. Again he positioned my feet as wide as the table would allow. I then felt his finger on my ring. Then I could feel him pushing in. He asked if I was OK and I just nodded. The pushing sensation continued slowly. I realised that it was not his finger by a thin butt-plug. When it reached the 'T' bar end he made sure that it was snugly in. I lay there drinking in the warmth of the black heat lamps above me. Then he was standing at my head saying, 'It's time to turn over.'
With his help I managed to raise myself onto all fours. I could then look at his lunch pack. The pouch of his jock strap was made from several pieces of smooth fabric, sewn together to form a shape so that it appeared to have been specially tailored for his needs. Who knows, maybe it was. I knew how big his cock and balls were, having seen them before at close quarters. I have had several dreams about his enormous helmet hosing gouts of spunk over my face as I hold it, wank it, aim it.
I straighten my back so that my torso is upright, resting on my knees, me proud cock jutting its 10 inches out and up, my foreskin drawn two thirds back over the purple head by the lengthening caused as it pumped to its full sexual throbbing extent.
'Do you want to lie on your back now?' he asked me. I could see his own cock was stirring in its nest. 'Do I have an option. Can I lie on my back later?' I asked back. I reached down and cupped his balls with my left hand. I looked in his face. He nodded. 'There are always options,' he said. He helped me down off the table and we stood face-to-face, chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock. I knelt on the heated tile floor. His jock pouch seemed filled to overflowing. I pulled the waist band floorwards with both hands. The fabric stretched out as his half hard cock hinged downwards inside the fabric. I continued to pull the jock down until his cock broke free and jumped up into my face, almost hitting my chin. The jock dropped to the floor as my hands closed around his shaft. I could feel him make the cock bounce and pulse. I could almost see in my mind's eye his sphincter clenching tight shut as he made each muscle spasm. His cock was now pointing upwards by my right cheek. I stroked both hands up and down the monstrous shaft. Pre-cum dribbled down onto my thumbs and then dripped onto the floor. I looked up at his face. He put his hands onto his hips and steered his cock until it touched my lips. I opened my mouth and licked under his helmet, where the little stretched piece of skin jumps from head to shaft. Pre-cum flowed onto my tongue. I closed my mouth to an 'O' shape and put it to the tip of his glans, sucking the piss slit for more of the clear liquid. I swallowed my reward. 'I'll have to loosen you up you know,' he said. I reached behind me and withdrew the thin butt-plug from my anus. 'You can start with a bigger one of these,' I said. 'Only after we make sure you are clean,'
Back up on the massage table and lying on my back with my knees drawn up, Jason inserted a little black nozzle attached to a bag of warm, clear fluid. I had not had an enema since my time in Hospital some years previous. I felt the warm fluid transfer into my anal canal, and Jason asked me to keep it in as long as I could. He stood waiting with a special bowl and towels. After about two minutes I could hold the fluid in no longer, warned Jason and then let it go. With towels and wet wipes I was soon clean everywhere, but more importantly, I was clean inside as well. As he worked I watch his reflection in the wall mirror, especially his wand of a cock waving from side to side as he walked. With the enema over and the equipment taken away, he then went over to the locker, opened the double doors and surveyed the contents. He selected an item. Showing it to me I saw it was another butt plug but with the refinement that it could be inflated to a selected larger size, by pumping it up with an attached air bulb. Jason quickly covered it with lube and, with me on my hands and knees, inserted it easily into my squeaky, clean butt. He handed me the bulb and said, 'It's up to you now!' I gave it a couple of experimental pumps and felt the plug inflate inside me, and more importantly stretch my sphincter. 'Can I get you anything' Jason asked, then went off to get a coffee at my bidding. When he returned with my coffee I had moved to the leather sofa and was sitting along it with my knees bent, leaning against an arm. The plug was sticking out along the seat between my cheeks. I had given it a couple more pumps whilst he was away, and gave it two more before taking the coffee mug from him. My ring felt as though it was being stretched to its limit but I wanted to at least try and take Jason's immense cock. When I asked him he was proud to tell me it was 7 inches round and 11 inches long, and I thought it looked about 2 inches in diameter. My mind being what it is I could not help working that into Metric Measurements. He was 18 cms round, 28 cms long and 5 cms thick.
I sipped the hot coffee and gave the occasional pump, but now it was becoming a trial. Jason went to the locker and brought out various gear. Some stainless steel chains and a large shaped piece of leather. He could see how I was looking at the chains and laughed. 'Don't worry. It's not bondage or anything.' He hooked the chains onto hooks on the ceiling that I had not noticed until now. Then the thick black shaped piece of leather hooked onto the chains, forming a body length swing. He adjusted the height until it swung at his waist height. I suddenly understood what he wanted to do with me.
Jason went to the locker and picked up a giant rubber cock and came over to me at the sofa. Holding the rubber cock next to his own I could see that they were about the same size. 'If this can go in, I can follow,' he said. I opened the valve and the butt plug deflated to its original size. Kneeling on the sofa seat, with my arms and elbows supported on its back, Jason withdrew the now little plug and tried to insert the manlike rubber cock dildo. Even with plenty of lube it was still stretching my ring to its limit. But Jason could see it was going to go in and told me so. Then I felt cold on my hole as he sprayed something onto the outside and into my open arsehole. He then took the rubber dick and applied it to my hole. I could feel him pushing it in, but there was hardly any pain. Looking at the wall mirror I could see that it was half in and the other half was disappearing into me as I watched. I felt very full up, like needing to take a dump, but it was not uncomfortable. Suddenly I felt the rubber balls on the dildo up against my own balls. I had taken not only its diameter, but also its length. 'Time for the real thing,' said Jason taking hold of his tool.
Slowly he withdrew the rubber cock, being careful when he finally took it out. I stayed as I was and he came up behind me. I felt his cock touch the edges of my hole and then slide in. Once in an inch or so he stopped and checked I was OK, and then pushed himself in further. My own cock had slackened over the previous minutes, but when I felt his cock slide into me it stood up again to attention. I could feel his enormous helmet scraping up and down my love tube as he surged deeper and deeper into me. Then he retreated and pulled himself out. 'That was just to show you that you can take me.' He held his glistening cock in his hand. 'Now you get into the swing.'
Standing at the end of the swing I hauled up on the chains and sat back into the swing. Laying on my back and pushing with my feet I soon got comfortable. I slipped my feet then into a stirrup on each end chain. I was now laying comfortably on my back, with me head and shoulders raised so I could see down between my legs, which were being held apart. Jason came and stood between my legs. I could feel his hard cock bumping against my cheeks and then it slide into the groove. Jason held my hips and pulled me onto his spike. I felt his cock slide deep into me, and then he pushed me away and his cock almost slid all the way out of me. By pulling and pushing me in the swing he was able to control how deep he fucked me. Thus, with the minimum of effort he was able to fuck me, and I was able to take him.
Holding onto the chains by my head I looked down but could see nothing of his cock. He reached up and pulled down a hinged mirror from the ceiling, and adjusted it until I could see his length sliding in and out. The numbing spray he had used had worn off, but I felt no pain now. Only the warmth of his cock inside me, and the electric shock that his hard ridge around his helmet gave me as it flicked and slid over my pleasure spot, deep in my arse. I watched as my rock-hard cock waved back and forth, side to side, as his monster pushed it around from inside me. I reached down and started to wank myself, my hand slipping up and down its length, lubricated by the pre-cum that had been forced out of it. I wanked myself in time with Jason's thrusting. Time passed as we laboured leisurely. I noted that over ten minutes had passed on the wall clock before Jason showed signs of cumming. I had held myself on the brink for several minutes. He was looking at me when he said 'I'm almost there. Do you want me to come in you or over you?' Without hesitation I told him I wanted him in me when he came. He repositioned his hands on my hips and speeded his tempo, thrusting deeper and faster. I matched his rhythm, and 30 seconds later gasped 'I'm cumming,' as I wanked myself to completion, my spunk streaming out of my cock and all over my chest. The contractions of my ring several times as I pumped myself dry set his climax off and I felt the sudden flow of his spunk, like hot lava. I could see in the mirror above him his length pulling out streaked with his cum, which in turn was scraped off by the tightness of my ring as he powered himself back in again. Just as he had taken his time to fuck me, he took his time injecting his white sticky cum into my bum. Finally his balls produced no more and he withdrew his cock. I watched as his cum fell out of my hole to the tiles when he pulled out his stopper. He gave me a wry smile and confided that it had been some time since he had had a fuck like that. He helped me out of the swing harness. My muscles had almost stopped working. Back on the table he gently woke them up again. Twenty minutes later I was in my towelling robe, walking slowly back to the shower room. I showered again alone, and made my way to the Customer Lounge, where I found various Staff setting up tables for a cold finger buffet. Jane, today's Receptionist came over to me with a package for me. She assured me that it was for me and that I should open it now, so I took myself out of the way and sat down. I opened the colourful envelope and drew out the contents. Firstly I read the letter. 'Dear Alex. Just something for you to wear at the Party Buffet. I am sure you will like it, and it wouldn't do to have any part of you other than your hands touching the food. Regards Jay.'
I opened the second package and gave a little laugh as I unfolded a black jock strap, and it was my size!
The final Chapter will be the Party. Do I write it or not? It's up to you the readership. Let me know by e-mailing me your comments to Alex carbine01@AOL.com