A Gay Massage 05
By
Alex Carbine
This is to be the last chapter in this particular tale, although I may return at a later date.
SHOULD YOU BE READING THIS? If you have to think before you answer, or it is illegal in your country, or you could be offended by the contents of sex between consenting males, move on! DO NOT READ THIS.
Please do not reproduce these articles without my permission.
As it is a piece of fiction, the characters do not use safe sex. Reality is cruel, you will have to.
A Gay Massage 05
So there I am, sitting in the corner of the Customer Lounge, keeping out of the way whilst the Staff set up the tables for a finger buffet, wearing my gift from Jay, the Owner. He has given me a black jock strap to wear so that health and hygiene is maintained with regards to the food. I sit watching the staff at work, drawn to their uniform white shorts made of almost transparent nylon, which shows their black jock strap underwear. Even the girls wear one, with a black lacy bra to match. I am fascinated as they move about there business, watching mainly the males and the two black straps hugging their cheeks, or the black pouch wobbling between their legs.
They soon complete the preparations and the trestle tables are covered with banqueting sheets, making them look like solid white blocks. This is then covered with a selection of cutlery wrapped in napkins, plates, butter dishes, salt and peppers, bud vases down the middle, all the trappings of a professional buffet. Only the food remains to be positioned, and that will happen later when all the Guests have arrived.
From my seat near to the right of the Entrance door, I can see the Invited as they first arrive in the room. Everyone who enters is now naked, but for the 'de rigueur' black jock, and to my surprise there are a few females as well. Sipping my gin and tonic I can see the various sizes of their packages, from the modest bulge to the enormous. Many know each other and there is the expected horseplay with the jocks' waistbands being snapped or the exaggerated pulling back of the front to look into another's pouch. After a while I stand up and join the crowd at the Bar. Whilst waiting for another G & T I feel a hand on my bottom. I turn to its owner to find it is my Host, Jay, the Owner. I thank him for the kind Invitation and he answers that he hopes everything comes up to expectations. His hand never leaves my buttock. I look down and can see that his cock is semi-erect in its cotton holder. 'I'm sure it will, given time,' I answer through a smile. His fingers slide in between my cheeks and his middle finger gently caresses my rose bud a couple of time. 'I hope you will let me have the first 'dance' tonight. My Staff tell me that we will both enjoy it.' He says and sips his drink. 'I look forward to it,' I answer and clench my cheeks together a couple of times, trapping the finger momentarily. 'I will look forward to it,' he says, removing his hand. 'But I must mingle with the others.' He moved away and another at the Bar takes his place. I realise that he, and others are looking at me. 'How long have you known Jay?' he asks. 'I think that is between he and I,' I say a little curtly. The guy moves away and the Barman gives me a nod and a smile as he gives me my drink. 'Quite right Sir. Nosey old Queen. Jay is a very private man.' I thank him for the drink and move away from the Bar. I stand watching the guests. There are the 'Theatricals' with broad hand gestures, over-worked facial expressions who look at everyone but the person they are talking to and have a speech pattern that is either very fast or deliberately slow for emphasis. There are quieter, less overt men, who would be more comfortable keeping their hands in their pockets, who look at who they are speaking to in the eye, and do not loudly speak to the room. There are the bodies who train, have muscles and know it. They stand and occasionally flex as if at a competition, saying nothing until they have the attention of whomever it was they were peacocking at. And there are those who are checking everyone out to see who is bigger or smaller. Their eyes are mainly looking between the top of the legs near them, whilst they slowly stroke their own semi-erect package. And which category do I fit into I ask myself smiling? I suppose I am a bit of each.
I look towards the sound of a glass being tapped so it rings. Jay is standing up on a small raised dais. He holds his hands up and asks for quiet. After a few seconds he gives an off-the-cuff welcome to the evening. He wants everyone to have a great time, reminds everyone that bad behaviour will not be tolerated which is greeted by laughter, and asks those near the empty buffet tables to let the staff bring in the food. As he steps back down into the crowd, I start to applaud and everyone follows my lead. Jay comes over to me and puts his hand round my shoulders. He puts his mouth near my left ear, 'Thanks for that, I was drying up' he whispered. 'Let's hope it's the only time you do tonight,' I tell him, turning my head to his so that we are almost touching noses. I look into his eyes and a shiver goes down my spine of a kind a have never felt. He smiles and wrinkles his nose at me almost impishly. Then the moment is over. He turns to talk to someone to his side releasing me from his hold, and I realise I am holding my breath.
The buffet is excellent. I will not go into a long description, but just let you know that it is expensively professional. As the main courses are cleared a selection of sweets replace them, which in turn are replaced by cheese, biscuits and petit fours. By this time I think I have spoken to nearly everyone, including several of the women who are all very friendly and openly lesbian. It is whilst I am talking to two of these ladies that Jay joins the group. The ladies squeak excitedly and kiss him. 'I am so glad you have met May and Mags,' he says to me, 'as I want you to see them a little later.' He looks at me to see my reaction. I must admit I am slightly lost by the suggestion but give a friendly shrug and say 'Why not?' Again the ladies squeak and giggle with excitement and this time they kiss me, one to each cheek. 'See you later then' Jay says and steers me off into the crowd. 'What was all that about?' I ask. 'You'll see' is his answer.
Jay steps up onto the little stage and calls for hush. 'I hope you have all had your fill,' he says and there is a hubbub of agreement. 'I think we can now retire to the other parts of the Club, so that the lads can clear up in here. Coffee and tea will be served all evening and the Bar has to close at Midnight. I ask that you leave things as you find them wherever you go, and respect others' privacy unless asked otherwise. I think that's about it from me.' He looks down at me and smiles then back over the room. 'Let the games begin.' He is met by cheers and applause, which dies as the guests exit through the various doors. Jay steps down from the little stage and takes hold of my hand. I don't know why, but I suddenly ask, 'How old are you?' '42, and you?' '38,' I answer and give him the silliest of grins as he says, ' So we are both old enough to know better?' He takes my hand and leads me through a door into the Offices area. I realise I know nothing about him but his age and the fact he owns the Club.
His Office is a large room not dissimilar from the massage rooms I had been in, but brightly lit, with a large office table, computer and phone gear, comfy seats, and security monitors, as well as the leather sofa, massage table and equipment locker. As he enters, he dims down the lights slightly. He goes to his desk and picks up a TV remote. 'Make yourself comfortable' he says gesturing to the comfy swivel chairs. I sit down and he activates the monitors.
There are some twenty small screens surrounding one large 42-inch plasma screen. I look at the monitors and realise that every public room in the Club must be covered, although I had never been aware of the cameras. As I watch I can see various people at various things. Here a blowjob, there a bum fuck, with hardly any repetition of a sexual act at all. I am amazed at the sights unfolded on these TVs. I look to the front of Jay's jock strap, as he stands sideways to me. I can see his cock pointing straight out in front of him, tenting the material. I get up and stand beside him. I am getting hard myself. I feel his left hand on my right buttock. I put my hand on his left buttock and we lightly caress each other as we look at the screens in front of us. I follow his lead when I feel his middle finger draw up and down across my anus, and stroke my finger across his twitching ring. I am fully hard and I look down at his cock. In the light of the monitors his hard cock head is clearly peeping out of the top of his waistband. He has been looking at each of the pictures and with a push of the remote selects one screen and displays it on the big plasma screen. Manipulating the remote he zooms in on a guy giving another a suck in one of the rest rooms. The one is lying on the bed whilst the other bends over him, holding the erect cock and bobbing his head up and down on it. A few more clicks of the remote and the plasma now has split the same scene to show from four directions, looking from the head of the guy lying down, from his feet, from above and sideways up the bum of the sucker. I can clearly see that the guy being sucked has reached his hand out between the legs of his sucker and his middle finger is working in and out of the chute of his sucker, finger fucking him. The sucker stands up and we see from each side of him his stiff cock pointing out from his body. The guy on the bed rolls onto his side, takes hold of him and starts to suck him. My hand goes round to the front of Jay's pouch and I feel his big rigid meat for the first time. I take hold of Jay's hard-on through the fabric and slowly wank him. He pushes his finger up my hole. After the afternoon's sports it slips in easily. After a short time the guy on the bed rolls back onto his back, his cock jutting into the air. The other guy climbs onto the bed and squats over the cock. He reaches between his legs and gets hold of it, then lowers himself onto it, guiding it into his hole. Jay zooms in to give us a close-up of the cock disappearing into him. He starts to ride the guy's prong.
I realise I am shaking with excitement. 'Why don't we sit down?' Jay asks and guides me to the sofa. We sit down and I ask him how the cameras can work in an almost dark environment. 'Modern technology is wonderful, isn't it?' he replies.
The main screen switches to another room. Here two females are displayed. As one eats the shaven cunt of the other, licking the very prominent clitoris and sucking it, another camera is looking up her own shaven haven, showing her piss flaps swollen open with her excitement of eating her friend's pussy. As the kneeling les looks up to her friends face, I recognise Meg. So it must be May how is lying down being licked. 'I told you we would see them later.' Jay says. By this time Jay has reached over with his left hand and is stoking my cock as I watch almost mesmerised. 'Which screen would you like to see next?' asks Jay. I pick the one showing the dry sauna. Three men are inside. One man is lying down sucking another who is bending over his head whilst the third fucks his arse. Jay sets the various angles up and then he turns my seat to point towards him. My eyes stay on the plasma screen. I feel the warm wetness of his mouth sliding down my cock. I watch the drama of the three men in the sauna, as Jay holds the base of my cock and gives me a great suck. He pulls my foreskin back down as far as it will go towards my pewter cock ring and swirls his tongue round the purple, engorged and stretched head. He slowly slides his head down, swallowing as he deep throats my pole until his nose reaches the hairless skin of my body. He repeats this for almost a minute; by this time the three guys have changed positions. With one guy kneeling on a bench in the middle of the other two, the others fuck his mouth and his love chute. One is holding his head whilst the other his hips, both dragging themselves in up to the hilt with each stroke. This goes on until the one fucking his mouth is almost cumming when they stop seemingly by agreement and swap positions, each taking it in turns to give and take.
I lean back in my swivel chair and look down at Jay. All I can see is his shoulders and his bobbing head as he leans forward from his chair to suck at my cock. He sits back up, and we look at each other smiling. 'This is a fantastic set-up' I say. 'Yes and few know of it's existence.' He turns to the screen and pushes at the remote buttons again. 'I would appreciate it remains a secret. It could be misused badly. Everything is encrypted for security with codes that only I know, but you never know.' He swivels his seat back to me and stands up. The fabric of this black pouch, the unconscious object of my desires tonight, is wet to the touch as I stroke the upright outline of his cock with the back of my hand. I reach my other hand to him and lovingly pull his jock down to reveal for the first time, to me, his cock. He steps out of his supporter. I can see the lining is patterned silver with reflected light from his pre-cum. My hand closes round him. He steps forward so that his knees are at the front of my chair. He is about 10 inches and uncut. His shaft has a series of raised veins running the length of it, meandering like rivers. Pre-cum is dibbling continually from the slit on the head. I lick it away, immediately tasting is salt. His cock is pulsating in my hand, expanding for a second at a time as his muscles twitch maintaining the blood in his engorged member and tightening his sphincter. I pull down on it, pulling his foreskin back, seemingly making the helmet push itself forward as the skin rolls back until it lodges behind the glans. I lick this revealed fruit. I take hold of his low swinging ball sack and feel the balls retained inside it. Jan lets his head fall back between his shoulders. 'Oh Alex! Suck me!' he hisses. I lick his cockhead again then envelope it with my mouth, sliding my lips up and down the shaft, my tongue working the back of the head. His finger tips at the back of my head gently guide me to go deeper down the shaft, until I am travelling from the tip to its base and back, time and again. I can feel his cock thickening in my throat. His balls start to withdraw into his body. I know he is about to climax in my mouth, when surprisingly he pulls away from me. 'Plenty of time before we have to cum,' he murmurs, looking down at me in his hands. I look at the plasma screen and see a man getting a blowjob from a masseur. The camera zooms in over the masseur's shoulder to show the guy whose cock is being sucked. I wonder how Jan can manipulate the TV remote when he is holding my head in both hands. I watch as the guy's neck arches back. His eyes are screwed tight. His mouth is open as he gasps in breath raggedly. I realise I am watching a recording of myself.
I stand only to slump back into the swivel chair again. Jan sits in front of me and takes my hands in his. 'I was flicking through the rooms to see what was happening. It was a very quiet day.' He looks down at his hands holding me and continues. 'I saw you first in Reception and then followed you after. I don't know why, but I had the strangest emotion. I had fallen in love with you. Strange....no! Impossible....but true....Just like that.' His quiet voice almost sounded like a sob. 'I have run the recordings of you almost continuously since then. I have dreamt of you in this room, and then you walk into Reception when I just happen to be there! I don't believe in fate, or star signs. It was meant to happen.' He looks up at me. I am immobile. My eyes are wide with....I don't know,...just wide. You hear of jaws dropping, mine IS slack and dropped. Jan sees all of this and looks away to the side. 'Oh God' he mutters. Reality rushes back for me. I become aware again of sight, sound and smell. I see Jan sinking into the deepest of despair, I can smell the aroma for our sex, and I hear myself saying, 'That's the wonders of modern technology!'
His face whips round to me. His hands tighten on mine. I lean forward. So does he. We kiss on the lips then his arms are around me and mine around him. We virtually wrestle with our kiss. When we peel apart it is for air. 'Fuck!' he says. 'I could do with a drink'. He saunters over to a cabinet and pours himself a brandy. 'G & T?' he asks. I nod my affirmative. He comes back to me with a drink in each hand. I watch as his semi-erect cock swings from side to side. I grab hold of it. 'Promise me you will never record me again without my knowledge,' I say, my voice with just an edge to it. I pantomime my intentions of biting the head off. 'I promise,' he answers. 'But,' I say,' we will have great fun making recordings that I do know about!' Our glasses clink together. 'To the future' he toasts. 'To the cumming future,' I counter toast.
We have lived happily together for over two years now. Jan has expanded the Club and I have been his financial advisor, keeping the books. We now own several similar Clubs, and have also recently purchased a marvellous old house in its own grounds, which is being renovated into a Spa and Retreat. Possibly I will write about them at a later date.
Contact me at Alex carbine01@aol.com and let me know what you think.