Capitol Massage 4 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. I have made no effort to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
Biff was away for three weeks. He sent me a letter saying things were difficult with his family. It would take a while. Luckily, Roger was a trooper and that helped a lot. Roger was a tall man who looked scrawny, but was quite muscular. He dressed in ill-fitting and unattractive clothes. Since he was blind, he took what was given to him. I took him to my tailor and had his clothes altered to fit him. We had a good laundry maid and she washed his clothes. My wife returned them to him in packages of things that matched. He said it made no difference to him, since he couldn't see them. He noticed that people were politer to him with his improved clothes.
Roger was popular. Some of our clients were uneasy being nearly naked. Roger was blind, and these clients thought of that as a blessing. They seemed to think you are not naked if no one sees you. Men who were ugly or thought they were ugly were more comfortable with a blind man.
"You've seen my clients?" he asked. "Are they ugly?"
"No, they look like ordinary men to me," I replied.
"That is what I thought," he said. "It seems to me that many men concentrate on one flaw and neglect the overall picture." He laughed. "You do know that my vision of a picture is different from that of other men!" I met many of Roger's clients and I was right. There were average men, not ugly and not odd.
Roger told me that being blind did not affect his enjoyment of sex with men, and he also knew that many of his clients had the same taste, but were afraid. Nudity was too tempting. They could relax with him. They could be naked with him without anyone seeing them. When he accidentally made genital contact, he had a perfect excuse. When their cocks reacted, they assumed he couldn't tell.
Roger told me that he could usually knew when a man was excited. He could feel him as he tensed up in anticipation of sex. "Sometimes I find a slippery drip from a cock," he explained. "I know most of my clients only by their first names. I think they like it that way."
While Roger's clothes had been a problem, his body was good. He had his hair cut short, since he had no idea what it looked like combed. He had a hairy chest and a trail down the center of his body to an unruly bush. He was circumcised, and his knob was a pink, ripe plum. When he was relaxed, the knob nestled in the bush. When he was excited he had a thick seven inches. His balls were large and hung low.
Since he was blind, he was careful about making sexual connections. He gave conventional massages until he had a definite indication of his client's interest. He often gave a man four or five massages before he had a good sense of the man's interests. Wolfgang was a typical client. He had given Wolfgang massages for weeks before he made any moves.
Wolfgang was a tall, heavy man, with a massive beard and a body covered in hair. He would have been an ideal man to play a blacksmith in a German opera. His face was menacing due to a scar. He was more of a hearty, cheerful fellow than an evil genius. He had been married in Germany, but his wife died there. He was a butcher. Blood stains and splatter did not make him look more attractive. He had tremendous upper body strength, but he liked beer too. He took a daily shower at the Capitol after work. He had Sunday and Tuesdays off and so came in the morning and spent more time here.
Roger gave him a massage once a week. Wolfgang usually wore a huge towel wrapped around his shoulders. He had a scientific mind and was aware of Mr. Darwin's theories. Behind his back at the Butcher shop they called him the missing link due to his body hair. He was unhappy about that. Roger massaged the well-developed muscles of his upper body and was complimentary about them.
Wolfgang had a kielbasa for a cock and oversized, unusually hairy balls. Roger apologized when he had to move them. He told Wolfgang they were so big they got in the way. Roger knew that telling a man that his genitals were too big was not an insult. Roger called him his, "horse-hung friend." Wolfgang liked that too. Roger discovered he could brush against the hair on Wolfgang's balls and his cock reacted.
Roger sometimes did a little acting. He told me he got Wolfgang on the table face down and straddled him. "I told him I need to get my back into it. I draped my cock on his ass, as I worked the back muscles. Wolfgang knew I was rubbing my cock on the ass," he said. "If he objected I could say I was so involved in the massage, I hadn't noticed my towel slipped. My cock was rubbing his hole."
"You may not believe it, but he didn't complain. No client has ever complained," Roger said. "I then flipped him over and straddled him again. This time his cock was at my ass."
"Did he fuck you?" I asked.
"Almost. He was rock hard and when I sat back he was an inch or so in me. "He shot off before he went in deeper," Roger explained. "I pretended I hadn't noticed. The next time I will get a lot more than an inch of my manhood into him."
"You think he is ready for that?" I asked.
"He is over ripe, and he is so embarrassed that he shot off, he will want to make amends. He will welcome my cock," Roger explained. I saw Wolfgang after the left the next massage. His feet barely touched the floor he was so happy. Roger had worked his magic.
Roger liked the bottom too. As with Wolfgang he would straddle a man as he massaged. His client would become excited and Roger had a skill at connecting his hole and the client's cock. Roger had a talented ass and as he massaged the client's upper body, his ass worked the cock. Few men lasted more than five minutes before they ejaculated. Roger then milked the remains of the orgasm as the client dozed off. Roger' clients mentioned his massages were relaxing.
Two houses down the street there was a boarding house that catered to students who were at the nearby Academy of Art. These men included models. Finding nude models for the Academy drawing classes was difficult and some of the students also modeled in exchange for payment of fees.
The director of the school, who the students referred to as Ol' Tom, made extensive use of models, and was interested in nudity in general. He was devoted to his wife and had no interest in sexual activities. He seemed to think nudity had something to do with being one with nature. His students or models did not all share this lack of interest in sex.
There is a popular belief that artists are all libertines is incorrect. They are curious and some are adventurous. The first artists to visit us were a mismatched pair. Louis Abernathy was a thin, tall twenty-year-old who was skilled in water colors and etchings. His friend, Luigi Malcolina, was a beefy, short sculptor. He carved granite and marble. Louis was delicate looking. Luigi was a bull of a man.
Both men were poor. Louis' mother had died and his father had remarried. Luigi came by himself to the United states and was alone. Luigi told me that his Uncle, and namesake, in Italy told him to contact me, he thought I might be able to help him. He told me his Uncle was his closest relative. Both men were models, but had little cash.
Tommy and Biff had been doing cleaning for the Capitol. Biff was in demand for massages; Tommy was willing, but because of his injury, he had a hard time bending over. Towels tend to gravitate toward the floor. Tommy couldn't get them without getting on his hands and knees. That did not reflect well on our services.
I hired both artists to clean, each worked half a day. That worked out well. They were good about cleaning. They also looked good in the locker rooms and showers. Louis was thin and muscular, like a swimmer. Luigi was thick, hairy and strong. You could say Louis was an Apollo type, and Luigi was more of a Hercules. Their clothes were paint splattered and dust covered. They couldn't afford to buy new clothes, so they normally wore towels in the locker room and cleaned the steam and shower rooms naked. They weren't at all shy about their bodies or nudity. That was good. Many men were uncomfortable in the shower when they were naked in front of a fully dressed cleaner. Of course, some men were inclined to find young, naked men exciting.
They also did little sketches for the men from time to time. I was briefly uneasy about that. A nude photo is a big problem for most men, but a sketch was flattering. Some were pleased anyone would think their bodies were worthy of drawing.
Louis and Luigi were not libertines, but they weren't monks either. As artist models, they were used to being looked at. Naked men have a hard time hiding their excitement. It is also common for one man's excitement to inspire excitement in others. Most men in the showers pretended they didn't notice, but they remembered, some waited for an opportune moment to explore the potential.
Luigi talked to be about this. He told that he was close to his uncle. I asked if he had enjoyed the experience.
"He is an accommodating man. I think you know that. Am I right?" he asked.
I nodded. "I knew him and enjoyed the experience." I said. "Was it uncomfortable for you since he was an Uncle?"
"He was a randy old man by then and quite proper with me. Some of his friends were not so proper," Luigi explained. "His friend, Max, would suck me at every opportunity. I fucked him a few times too."
"Did you return the favor?" I asked.
"In some ways. I eventually sucked him too, but no one ever fucked me," he said. "If he hurt me, Uncle Luigi would have killed them. Do you feel any need to take a cock of client? Is it expected?"
"I think that is up to you. You are a cleaner here. Anything other than that is your preference," I said. "I don't encourage or discourage that."
He was quiet for a little while. "I get urges sometimes. I want to do it, but I'm not sure I should," he said in almost a whisper.
"I think that depends on the person you are with. What does he want?" I asked.
Luigi smiled, "I always know what he wants. They are open about their desires. There is no question about that," he said. We talked a little longer. One of the men had offered to pay him. I told him to avoid that. It was a slippery slope.
"Let's just say that if you want to be an artist, you can't be an entertainer on the side," I said. He said he understood.
Biff came back and we returned to a normal schedule. Louis and Luigi were helpful to him. He could now concentrate on the profitable massages and leave the cleaning work to them. I think he was attracted to the young artists too. They were a few years younger than he was and they could talk about the same things. Biff was also more sexually experienced.
Roger and I were old men to Louis and Luigi. I told Biff that Luigi had some experience pleasing old men. Louis had only had sex with fellow students. Biff found this out from the Major who had noticed Louis tended to be polite but reserved the older men and strongly favored young men sexually. Personal preferences were fine, but this was a business. Older men were most of our customers.
Biff was giving the Major a rectal massage with a sperm lubrication treatment as they talked. The Major liked it when Biff left his cock in the ass and let it naturally deflate. He squeezed his sphincter to milk every drop of sperm from Biff's balls. Later Zac told me, that the Major's "cousin" had little precum, and Biff's sperm made their intercourse more pleasurable. The Major mentioned to Biff that Louis was aloof. It was a comment, not a complaint.
Luigi was a master if cheerful banter. That was surprising given he spoke Italian and his English was basic. While there was nothing off color about his comments, he usually was naked when he cleaned. For many of the men, that was sexually stimulating. Luigi was young, hairy and was already balding. Luigi liked older men. I suspected that his early sexual experiences with his Uncle influenced him. He associated sexual pleasure with older men.
Louis was thinner and looked young. He was pleasant, but often seemed a little ill at ease. While he was a handsome Apollo type, he was better endowed than the usual sculptures of the Greek god.
Biff talked to Luigi about Louis and they felt it could be a problem. They didn't talk to me about it since they liked Louis and he needed the job. They got with Roger and worked up a scheme.
The scheme did not work. It didn't need to work. Several men in the afternoon steam room group solved the problem led by a seventy-year-old man, Enoch Mills. The hours between 1:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon were quiet. We were busy giving massages, but the shower and steam rooms were quiet. Mostly older men who had nothing to do sat in the steam room. Enoch was a well to do house builder. His son now ran his company and he was retired.
He had been a stone mason in his younger years and in good shape. He was noted for pitching in on projects when needed and famous for saving a man's life by single handedly lifting a collapsed beam off him. He had been 65 years old at the time.
Enoch was a widower, and lonely after his retirement. He came to us to massage his back after a sprain. The steam room seemed to help more than my massage. In the steam room, he met a he met a college professor and a chef. They were a mismatched group but the men got along well.
I need to mention that Enoch was exceptionally well endowed. He was a giant, perhaps six-feet-five inches tall. His member was proportional to his body. His friend, Professor Edgar Smith taught history, but was only six-feet tall and thin. He was interested in man sex and very convincing. I gave the thing member of the group, a chef, Rollo, regular massages. I sometimes gave his cock a tongue massage.
Rollo tended to get talkative when he was sexually excited. I liked to know the level of activity in the steam room. He told me that Edgar could talk you into almost anything. Enoch was lonely and hadn't had sex in years. Rollo told me that once Edgar wrapped his lips around your cock, you were convinced. Enoch had a largely joyless and an entirely sexless life. Edgar sucked him to an erection and then drained his balls. He reintroduced him to joy and sex. Rollo told me that Enoch, Edgar and he shared their resources.
Louis came in a cleaned and he never interrupted their play, but he did notice that Enoch had an impressive tool hanging between his legs. A week later he saw the cock erect. Louis had liked Enoch's soft member. When the cock was hard, Louis was in love.
The shower was open to all our customers, but Rollo and his pals were willing to provide some privacy getting between the door and the two men. Louis sucked Enoch without being disturbed. Rollo was not a virgin and was well experienced with young men's sexual needs. He thought Louis was greatly excited by the mans oversized tool. He knew of some who were obsessed by large cocks.
"Louis talked with me a few days later, and asked if Enoch's cock was too big take in the ass," Rollo continued. "I told him it would be a challenge, but some men could take it. I told him that I didn't know if Enoch was interested. I also mentioned I had a suspicion that Edgar would be interested. He was a careful and gentle man.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"I don't know but I suspect nature will take its course," Rollo said. I had a massage appointment and had to go. My appointment was with Fenton, a very proper and correct gentleman. Courtesy of inherited money, he lived a life of leisure. Appleton had told him about us. Fenton was thin, average height and noticeably effeminate. 35-years-old, he was close to being a virgin. He was shy, timid and a hypochondriac.
I gave him conventional massages until I got to know him. I had a suspicion his tenseness and illnesses were related to his non-existent sexual life. There was no way for him to release his sexual tensions. When I gave Fenton his first massage, most of the time he was erect under the towel, and when my hand approached his cock, he spontaneously climaxed. I pretended not to notice. I thought he would never come back, but he made another appointment. I made sure my hand got closer to his privates with the same result.
At our third session, he said had been to the University and was a Greek Scholar. He knew all about nude Greek athletes. His towel fell off and I said we were doing a Greek style massage. He soon was erect. He apologized. I said it was a natural and typical reaction to the massage. I also said that after the Greeks raced, the often had a party. These seemed to be naked and erect events. The erect cock was a celebration of victory.
"We know they stroked their cocks, and sometimes their fellow athletes licked their friends' members," I said as I stroked him. "I don't know if this was to honor a man and partake of his man seed, or something more utilitarian."
"Utilitarian?" Fenton asked.
I smiled. "It can be sticky and messy," I said. "Are you close?" He nodded. I bent over and took his cock head into my mouth. He moaned. He had a nice seven-inch member, so I swallowed the entire organ and pull off leaving only his cock head in my mouth. A second later, his man seed filled my mouth. I swallowed and he filled it again.
When he recovered, I asked if he was okay. He nodded. Fenton scheduled another massage for the next week. Appleton came for his regular massage two days later. He told me that Fenton seemed happy and relaxed for first time since he had known him. I felt good about that.
I also massaged Enoch Mills. He had seen me in the shower and steam room and knew I was not worried about activity there if it was discrete. He asked me if I knew Louis well. I said no, but Luigi and Biff knew him better. "They have the same high standards as I do," I added.
"He certainly works hard," Enoch said, "He is pleasant company."
I smiled, "That is part of his job here. He is to be friendly and courteous to all of our clients," I said.
"He seems to want more than that," Enoch said.
"If he has been a pest, I will talk to him," I said.
"Oh no! It is quite the opposite," Enoch replied. He leaned close to me and whispered. "I have enjoyed some intimate moments with him. They have been wonderful." He paused and then resumed talking. "I am embarrassed to admit this, but I don't know what "more" means." He laid back down on the table exposing his erect member.
I reached over and stroked his monster cock. "I assume you enjoyed this intimacy greatly?" I asked. He nodded. "I also assume this was entirely unexpected?"
"It was entirely unexpected. I don't know what I am supposed to do, or how to do it," he said. "Am I supposed to reciprocate? Does he expect that?"
"You are a distinguished older man, I doubt he would expect that. You might find it stimulating. It is not necessary, but it is always nice to give pleasure for pleasure." I said. "There are more intimate ways to give him pleasure."
"Can you tell me about them?" he asked.
"I can give you a demonstration, if you can relax," I said.
"Please do," he replied.
"I am going to massage a part of your anatomy that is hard to reach," I said as I moved my hand toward his hole. I gently rubbed it and worked my finger into his ass. He stayed hard and played with his sphincter and then pushed deeper until I found his prostate. Enoch didn't know he had a prostate. He gasped and moaned. I rubbed the tender gland and was close enough to suck his cock as I rubbed the prostate. He was in heaven.
"Have you ever felt anything like this?" I asked.
"It was incredible. Do you think Louis would like this?" he asked when the caught his breath.
"He might appreciate the sensations," I said. "Young men appreciate a variation on this technique."
"What is that?" Enoch asked.
"I am afraid this might shock you," I said. He told me he was interested and said he wouldn't be shocked. I told him that you could substitute a cock for the finger. "It stretches the opening and applies more pressure to the gland," I explained. "You have never fucked a man?"
"Never, what does it feel like?" he asked. I dropped my pants, straddled him and sat on his engorged cock. it was bigger than nay cock I had taken before, but it fit.
"Have I hurt you?" he asked.
"I am a man. Look at my cock and tell me if it hurts," I said as I began to bounce. "Close your eyes and let your cock take charge. Let your cock do the thinking. It knows what to do. I griped his cock with my sphincter and rode it. It soon exploded and I could feel him shooting. After the last ejaculation, Enoch looked blissfully happy. I assumed that Rollo, and the professor would help him connect with Louis.