Magnificent Massage
by Alex Carbine
I have just woken after an unbroken night's sleep. I feel totally refreshed and invigorated. In fact I feel so 'at one' with the world in general that, having had my usual bowl of cereal and a glass of fresh orange juice, I have sat down, in my towelling gown, at my computer, with a view to sharing my experiences last evening.
As is usual on a Sunday evening, I went to my local Sauna to use the jacuzzi, steam and dry saunas. If there is any 'talent' there that interests me I also use the rest-rooms, each of which has an ample supply of condoms and packets of lube for patrons' use. I normally go for the under thirty, well hung guys if they show interest in me and my tanned, well-exercised forty-five year old body. I regularly shave pubes and armpits, and always wear a silver pewter cock-ring. I have no trouble raising and keeping an erection.
Having 'trolled' the video rooms, sling room, glory-holes, rest-rooms and corridors with no luck, I went downstairs to the café and sat in my towel, sipping a coffee and reading one of the scattered magazines. I looked up the stairs as a young man descended, wearing an Andrew Christian black skinny core long sleeved tee shirt and black Andrew Christian mesh retro shorts trimmed in yellow piping. He gave me a flash of his perfect white teeth and a friendly nod of his head as he went over to the counter. Leaning on it as he talked to the assistant he was immediately opposite where I was sitting and if I reached out a hand I could have squeezed his apparently perfect globe buttocks.
"No, there are no bookings at the present," answered the assistant to his question. He turned round and leaned back against the counter now, the lump of his cock clearly swelling and filling the front of his shorts. The white of his undergarment showed clearly through the black mesh of the shorts.
"I don't suppose you want a massage do you?" he said to me suddenly. "Apparently I have no bookings, and have hardly had any trade all evening." His hand strayed to his front lump, which was at my eye-height, and he slowly scratched himself. "I like to keep my hands busy. It is, after all, what I am here for," his smile a genuinely friendly one, his hazel eyes locked onto mine.
"What's happened to Stan. He's usual 'on' on Sunday evenings?" I asked, desperately not trying to drop my eyes to watch his hand keeping itself busy. "Stan is on holiday for a couple of weeks or so. I think he said Mallaga or Majorca, or somewhere. So here I am, filling in for him."
Now, I am known to have a massage now and then, and the invitation by this new replacement was too much of a temptation. I usually have an hour session but this was an occasion I could not pass up. Calling to the assistant I asked if I could have a 2 hour slot, starting on the hour, some ten minutes away. The hand that had been stroking his cock a minute ago was now stroking mine as we shook hands and he introduced himself. "I'm Andrew. Call me Andy," he said. "I'm Alex," I said, "I'll just go have a quick shower and a pee and I'll see you in your room," and with that we went our separate ways.
I am always meticulous about my personal hygiene. Before I left my flat to go to the Sauna I had given myself an enema, 'just in case', so that whoever was my partner for this night would experience my rear end at its' best. I showered thoroughly and presented myself to Andy in the Massage Room.
As usual the massage table was lined with paper and there was a towel round the face hole at one end. Andy helped me remove my silver chains at neck and wrist, and hung my towel over the heated rail, before helping me onto the table, to lie face down. Standing naked in front of him, he took in my athletic build and the glint of my cock-ring. "We have two hours, so I will take this nice and steady," he purred as his hands started to work the warm aromatic oil into my shoulders.
He was standing to the left side of me, and I could see looking at the floor that he was working bare-footed. After a few minutes he asked if I was comfortable and remarked that it may be a bit hot. I said I was happy and he asked if I minded him removing his top. When he returned to the table I turned my head toward him and was greeted by the sight that he had removed his tee shirt and also his shorts and was now only wearing a white Gregg Homme shiny satin-like jock-strap. Working the oils again on my shoulders he leaned himself against the side of the table, his 'package' pushing against my arm as I lay, below my elbow. As he moved down my spine, so his package moved down my arm until it rested in my open, upturned palm. Whilst he worked on my right side, standing to my left, his silk-clad package jiggled about, cupped in my hand, which had now closed somewhat, in order to feel his balls and the tip of his cock.
Looking towards the floor I could not see but could feel the weight of his balls, and was able to run my thumb around the ridge of his cock. I could feel there was a wet spot at the end of his glans, and that his shaft was stiffening. He pulled away from my grasp and went back to his table for more oils. When he returned I could feel that the silk covering of the white Jock-strap had now disappeared and my hand was in skin contact with his balls. I had the impression that he, like myself, was shaven there.
I stretched my fingers and then bent my middle one, pushing into his perineum, behind his balls. As he continued to gently manipulate my muscles, his position over my hand moved so that my bent finger was directly centred over his anus. I gently felt his puckered flesh and lightly probed into the entrance. I found it was already slick with lubricant. He asked me again quietly if I was comfortable. "Oh I'm very happy, if you are happy!" I replied. His hand followed my spine to the cleft of my buttocks. I felt him pour a small amount of warm oil onto the base of my spine, and it then slowly seeped down over my anus onto the back of my ball sack. As one of his hand continued to massage my spine gently, his other deliberately and insistingly slid in the applied oil, following it's path until his fingers were rubbing across my anus. I pushed my finger into his, he pushed his finger into mine, and we mutually pleasured each other, finger fucking our respective holes in unison.
Then, with his finger still pleasuring me, he moved away from my frigging finger and hand, to stand by my shoulder. I turned my head and took a look at his low hanging balls and his beautifully erect circumcised eight inches of cock. I was right, his skin was as clean of hair as a baby's bottom. I looked at his face and he just smiled back. I sniffed the end and found his cock-head to be lightly perfumed and clean. I opened my mouth and he pushed his manhood in, just enough for me to envelope the head. My lips closed round the shaft and I tasted the subtle slippery salt-and-peppery of his pre-cum on the tip of his cock with my tongue. I knew that my hard cock under me was leaking similarly, as each time I contracted my anal muscles round his digit and felt my hard inflated member strain to swell even more I could imagine the flow of clear liquid oozing from the tube in the split in the purple head.
I could see the clock on the wall behind him in the room's low light. We had been in there together for only twenty minutes. I wondered what the remaining hour and forty minutes had in store. My cock twitched again, as my muscles spasmed round his sliding finger in my ass and my lips slipped over the flared ring of his helmet as he continued to unhurriedly fuck my face.
This must have continued for some minutes as I lay face down, my head resting on the towel surround to the face hole, his cock and fingers playing freely in my holes. Then he withdrew both fingers and cock and walked away out of sight to his equipment table. When he came back into view one hand was masturbating his hard-on, sliding the length and back along his shaft, whilst the other held a clear glass dildo with a bulb end and the shaft wrapped round with a spiral of red glass to give it 'lumps'. He showed it to me and my smile was permission enough for him to slide the oiled end into my crack, applying enough pressure not to hurt but to ease the bulbous end into my anus, which had been opened ready by his fingers fucking me.
It slipped in easily with a jump and he pushed until more than half had entered my body. I felt the fullness it gave me, the pressure in my gut increasing noticeably but not un-manageable. With his cock in his hand, he guided it again to my pleasure pit, but this time he pushed the head and shaft into my mouth slowly, as if sensing as to how far he could go in before I gagged. I moved my head slightly, and let him go all the way to his cock's hilt, like a sword swallower. He was not the first and I had had practice. He was not in deep for too long as I could not breathe, such was the largeness and length of his member in my throat, but withdrew enough to see me breathe through my nose before pushing back deliciously into the back of my throat. This he did several times, my nose being bent by his body as he leaned into me before he withdrew and I was able to look up into his face, as he concentrated on the task in hand. Then he nodded at me in appreciation and withdrew his cock until I was just lapping at the head with my tongue.
"I think you should turn onto your front," he said and I gathered my hands and knees until I was on all fours, moving carefully so as not to squeeze the glass dildo out of my chute. As I came up, he took hold of the glass end sticking out of my ass and started to push the whole shazamm in and out, the red glass binding ridge pressuring my sphincter in an excruciatingly likeable way. I took hold of his cock and wanked him, the spittle on his cock from my mouth enough lubrication to do this comfortably for him. Again we mutually pleasured each other for some minutes. Then he withdrew the glass dildo from me, leaving my ass-hole gaping.
He moved forward and started licking my bum, inside and out, obviously appreciating the time I had taken earlier with my cleanliness. I turned onto my side and he followed my progress until I was on my back, my knees drawn up, my legs apart. His head was firmly stuck in my crutch, his tongue licking my hole and then my balls before, finally, concentrating on my bursting cock where he spent a few minutes sliding me in and out of his mouth, his tongue needing to be licensed as it felt like a lethal weapon on my cock-head. Then he was back manipulating the glass dildo in my back-passage. I relaxed and let my head fall back to the table, clenching the sides of it with my hands, my eyes closed, as he shafted me with the glass toy, scraping it across my prostate gland, making my stiff cock dance one way then the other as my muscles contracted, a veritably constant flow of clear pre-cum dribbling up out of my cock, like water at a spa well.
Then he took hold of my hips and dragged me bodily to the end of the table. I put my legs in the air and he took hold of me round my knees. I felt his hard cock probing round my anus and I consciously relaxed my muscles there, in readiness for its inevitable invasion. I felt him find my hole and push, subtlety so as not to rush his entrance, my sphincter opening like a flower blossom as he pushed himself inside. Then he was really inside me. His grip changed to my legs by my hips, and using this purchase, he pushed himself inexorably ever deeper into my bowels, all the while watching my face for indications of his causing me pain, but he was so gentle I was loving it, and would not have wanted him to stop, however exquisite the pain became.
Finally he was yet again in another of my holes up to his hilt. There he rested, letting me get used to his length and girth, twitching his cock every now and then, his eyebrows jumping over his eyes, showing me it was deliberate. I chuckled and he started to move his rigid shaft in and out of me. I imagined in my mind the fleshy ring round my anus being pushed in and dragged out by his rampant manhood, as my guts filled and emptied to his whim. It made me shiver, like someone had walked over my grave, and he sensed it. "Don't worry," he said, "I'm wearing a condom." I gave him a nod of understanding and let him take his pleasure in my body.
His eyes showed that his mind was elsewhere as he pumped into me, at first slowly, and then with more insistence, finally shafting me with long deliberate strokes until I felt him shudder as he fucked me, his beautiful rubber coated cock lathering itself in its own bath of sperm. I could feel the heat of his emission deep inside me and knew I was safe. He stood with his stiff cock in me, like a hot bronze statue, his cock giving the final twitches like earthquake aftershocks. Then the moment for us passed. He withdrew with a laughing "Phew!" and he let my legs hang over the end of the table unsupported. I reached down and took hold of my upthrusting cock, giving it a few wanks.
He returned to the table, his cock wilting back to pre-coitus shape and size, his hands anointed with warmed oils. Brushing my hand away he took hold of my cock and balls and started a 'special' massage, one hand sliding up the shaft and over the glans, only to return with similar nerve-tingling effect, whilst his other hand gently squeezed and juggled my balls in their sack, the odd finger brushing past into my anal cavity, which had not closed fully. A few minutes of his ministrations and I was fit to burst.
As he felt my first ejaculation moving through the tubes, he covered my cock-head with his mouth, his hand still moving up and down my shaft like a milk maid's, and caught my first three shots in his mouth, the white cum leaking out the sides of his lips as he kept my deposits on his tongue. Then he pulled his mouth away, continuing to milk my prong, and stuck his tongue out to show me it coated with the fruit of my efforts, before returning it, to savour and swallow, letting the cum slide down his throat like a milky porridge to his stomach. Under his guidance I continued to erupt spunk like some volcano, the resultant pools of lava gathering on my stomach and in my navel. Having emptied his mouth, he licked my spunky front clean, not missing a morsel in his eagerness.
Both totally spent, I made myself comfortable on the table and he lay beside me, his soft cock pushing into my ass crack, his strong left arm around me to keep me from falling off the table, his warm breath on my neck, as I drifted into a contented doze in the warm, quiet room. I next knew reality when he was waking me, talking quietly in my ear, and a glance at the clock on the wall showed me our time together was up.
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