Chapter Five
The Massage
The effort of Jon's first Technicolor dream took more out of him than he thought it would. But in the following days the machine made adjustments to his mind seemingly to 'fine tune' the process, as, when Ham suggested he try again and Jon showed little enthusiasm Ham suggested he try something a little less taxing. Jon was also a bit embarrassed at the thought of Ham knowing what had happened in his 'Rest and Recreation' scenarios. Ham assured him that the fantasy subject matter was perfectly normal for a boy his age, and that he had not been told exactly what had happened by the machine in the Den, but because the two of them had a telepathic link and he was able to sense the type of activity that Jon had imagined for his pleasure.
So Jon went down to the Den and, with Ham's permission, requested of Tommy some more 'Rest and Recreation'. He had taken a moment to consolidate his ideas as to this next adventure sas he wanted it to be under his control. When he entered the room it was already set. The Masseur, who was standing with his back to Jon, wearing a Roman style toga that came down to halfway between his hips and knees, bade him to take off his clothes and lay on the couch. A background, relaxing, non-descript music was playing in the background. The air smelled of burning incense. The temperature was about blood temperature, neither hot nor cold. The lighting was low but not so low that when he turned Jon could see the man who was to give him a massage - it was Ham.
"Lay face down Jon for me first," he said. There was a hole with a towel round it at the top of the couch for Jon's face to rest on, and a hole half way down so that he did not lay on his cock and balls, which were able to hang without any pressure on them.
Ham gently warmed some aromatic oil in his hands before applying it to Jon's shoulders. He gently massaged his neck, across the shoulders and down his spine before stopping to warm more oil in his hands. Then he started on Jon's arms, first the left from shoulder to finger tips, following similarly with the right arm. Jon was gently becoming totally relaxed and almost sleepy. Ham again stopped to heat more oil in his palms before starting to massage Jon's feet. This was followed by the lower legs where he not only massaged the legs but manipulated the knees, finishing by leaving Jon's legs apart, his feet now placed at either corner of the couch end. More oil and then Ham started on his upper thighs, first the outer of the thighs then the inside, slowly moving higher and higher towards Jon's balls. Jon could feel his cock starting to erect. Lying as he was he could not reach to touch his cock. He just lay there and let it get thicker and harder as the hands brushed up closed to his bum and balls. When they were almost about to touch him there, Ham paused again for more oil, by which time Jon was aware he was twitching his butt hole each time his cock pulsed with hard desire. This time Ham poured a small amount of oil onto the base of Jon's spine, the oil dribbling down the crack of his arse and onto the back of his ball sack. Ham's hands caressed Jon's globe buttocks, one to each of his hands, kneading and massaging them in such a way that every so often his cheeks would be held apart revealing his pink twitching hole for the gaze of Ham. Jon tried to time his clenching cock pulses so that Ham would see his hole tighten when his cheeks were at their widest, and for his part Ham held them apart longer and longer for his pleasure. Then, as Ham poured a little more oil down Jon's crack, Jon felt (or imagines) someone else's soft mouth begin to envelope up and down the length of his straining stalk. Ham's hand slowly slipped from the base of Jon's spine down the cleft, that Ham's other hand was holding open, until it was sliding back and forth over Jon's crinkled opening. Over twelve times he slowly sawed across the closed opening before Ham bent his middle finger and slowly inserted it in.
Once in up to the first knuckle Ham stopped a minute to allow Jon to get used to it, before he started finger fucking the hole. In and out he pushed and pulled with Jon lifting his bum up into the air so that he could go deeper. Jon started to push back onto the finger, which by now was going in and out the full length up to the knuckles. Even though Jon had raised his buttocks into the air the mouth continued to swirl round the edges of his glans. Then, suddenly, the finger was withdrawn and the sucking mouth disappeared. Ham gently told him to roll over onto his back.
Jon slowly turned onto his back. His stiffly erect cock pointed ceiling-wards. Ham seemed unaware as he again started on Jon's neck, shoulders, arms and chest. It was whilst Ham stood by his left hip to massage his chest, Jon realised that his hand was being pressed on by Ham as he leaned against the couch. Jon looked down the edge of the couch and saw that infact Ham's balls were resting on the back of his hand. As Ham went to fetch more oil, Jon turned his hand so that it was palm up. Ham returned and his balls rested on Jon's palm as he leaned against the couch in his work. Jon slowly closed his hand on Ham's balls and he rolled them around inside Ham's ball sack, through the fabric of the toga he wore, Jon was able to see a lumpy tent in the front of the toga fabric, and as he played with the balls, Ham's cock slowly grew in stature, until it stood out proud from his body, obviously big and erect. Ham said something about it getting hotter in the room and again pulled away for more oil. When he returned the toga had disappeared and Jon was able to gain a good look at Ham's cock as he walked up to the couch. Again he plumped his balls in Jon's waiting palm and Jon caressed them as he watched the cock jump excitedly to his ministrations. All the while Jon's cock had remained like a flagpole, and Ham took it in his right hand and ran it up and down Jon's stiff pipe.
"I think I know what you need" he said and walked over to the sideboard where he kept his oils. Jon heard a drawer open and closed and lay looking at the ceiling as Ham down went to his feet. Pushing Jon's feet so that his knees bent he then opened Jon's legs. Jon felt something push at the door of his anus and then something cool slipped into him. Then it got thicker as it slowly stretched his muscle there. Ham then lowered Jon's knees to the couch and came round to Jon's right hip, His cock waving from left to right as he walked. Jon had his hand ready for the balls to land in, but Ham took Jon's hand and wrapped it round his cock. Jon immediately started to wank it. Ham moved up to Jon's face and, as Jon turned his face to look at this one-eyed monster, Ham took hold of his cock, pulled back the foreskin until it jumped behind the glans which increased as he pushed it into Jon's mouth. He slowly face-fucked Jon, who relished his cock and the taste of it as it dribbled salty pre-cum onto his tongue. The butt-plug that had been inserted continued to enlarge and stretch his manhole until Ham withdrew his cock and again walked down to Jon's feet. Holding them in his hands, Ham pulled so that Jon slid down to the end of the couch until his bum hung over the end. With Jon's legs now straight up in the air, Ham gently pulled the plug from Jon's arse and replaced it with his cock. Then, holding Jon's feet apart, Ham pushed his rigid 12 inches deep into his student. Jon felt the large invader fill him up to the point that he could not take any more, but the next stroke seemingly went deeper, as did the next, and the next. Then he rested letting Jon get used to the width and length of his tool, before slowly fucking his boy with long, lazy strokes.
As Jon lay there he luxuriated in the many sensations that filled his world. He could feel his ring each time the cock dragged the skin as it passed in and out. He could feel the cock's foreskin bunch as the direction of the cock changed inside him. He could feel the ridge of the uncovered glans as it scraped his prostate on the way in and the smooth of the foreskin as the cock was pulled out. He could feel his erection almost bursting with blood. He could feel his climax slowly building. He could hear and feel Ham's breath as he panted not with exertion but with sexual excitement. He felt Ham's hands move to hold him at the top of his legs so this man could pull the boy deeper on to his cock. He felt the speed quicken, the increase of force as Ham's balls hit his spine. He could feel the fucking cock grow even thicker as it prepared to wash his insides with cum. He heard Ham grunt with the first deep thrust of his climax, followed by the incredible heat of Ham's spunk as it was ejaculated deep inside him. He squeezed his ring muscle to milk more out of this invading tube, and was rewarded time and again. He felt the cock now slide easier past his ring as it became lubricated with the cum which leaked out under the pumping pressure of the cock pistoning in and out of his love tube. He could feel this wonderful cock, the cock, the cock, the cock, and then he was distracted from it by his own climax bursting through. He felt his hot seed going through the pipes from his balls, burning up through his impossibly hard cock. He felt the hotness of his cum as it splattered under his chin, spraying onto his face, roping onto his chest. He looked down his body with open, panting mouth and was rewarded with a shot of his own spunk landing on his tongue. Ham stopped pumping the red hole in front of him and bent down to lick the white spunk that was oozing out of it. Then he took his cock round to Jon's panting mouth, which turned and let him feed the spunk-streaked cock into it, to clean it for next time. Then Jon turned on his side so both hands could hold the cock, whilst he licked its length and head like an ice cream cone.
Some minutes later, Jon felt totally spent and drifted into a semi dreamlike state. He was not aware that as he lost consciousness, the couch disappeared, but the sideboard and bottles of oils remained, as did Ham who carried the limp form in his arms, out of the Den and up to the bedroom to recover. This time Jon was going to wake up with a sore arse!
More to cum another day .....