Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
Chapter Four.
Massage at the Sauna.
I was in a Sauna, I forget where, in the North of England, that had a separate corridor for the 'Rest Rooms'. I had already been in most of the areas of the premises, having come off the street over an hour ago, when I came across this cul de sac of cabins. Part way down this secluded, low lit alley there was a man about my age, half in and half out of a cabin doorway, a towel round his middle, folded to become a 9 inch pelmet (23cms), almost like a nappy. "Want a massage? I have baby oil," he said, calling softly to me.
'Why not,' I thought and walked into his cabin behind him. The lighting came from a low wattage blue/purple strip light, the type that public toilets use to discourage drug takers as it is hard to find a vein in this colour of light. There was a notice on the wall asking 'Patrons not to use Baby Oil, as it is difficult to wipe clean'. I nodded to the sign and got a "Fuck them" as a reply. I had to smile at his honest attitude.
The cabin was made up of a plastic covered mattress on a wooden bunk along the wall and a bit of space to it's side, a wire basket screwed to the wall containing condoms and lube sachets, a simple chair under which was a waste-paper bin for said condoms and sachets after use, and a door with a sliding lock. I removed my towel and he grunted when he saw my 6 inches (16cms) jutting out softly from my body. I was wearing a ½ inch (1 cm) wide cock ring of pewter. The man held his hand out to shake mine with a "Peter" and he nodded as I replied "Alex". Introductions over, I lay face down on the towel he had laid along the bed. My 6ft 2ins body just fitted the length of the bed, when Peter had moved a zip-up bag onto the floor.
He had an almost professional touch, but truthfully, what was I expecting? As he worked up my body from my feet, I was aware that he spent a lingering time massaging my buttocks, but I was not surprised as I had positioned my legs as far apart as the bed would support so he could see my cock ring, my balls and cut cock-head beneath my shaven hole. He took his time.
Eventually, using liberal amounts of the banned baby oil, he moved up my spine to my shoulders and neck. "Would you like to turn over now?" he asked. To turn over I had to sit up on the bedside, before laying on my back. As I sat their I saw that he had removed his towel and it now hung over the chair with mine. He now sported a 9 inch (23cms) circumcised erection, the shaft about 7 inches (18cms) round. He took hold of my similar sized cock and I took hold of his. We mutually slid our hands up and down what we were holding, before his other hand pushed my shoulder to lay down on the bed.
I lay on my back, my hands behind my head, my cock pointing up towards the ceiling, jerking back towards my umbilical as I clenched my buttock muscles, waiting for his next move. "Do you fancy some of this?" he asked holding up a variety of plugs and dildos into my vision, that he had taken from the zip-up bag on the floor. In reply I simply bent my legs and drew my feet up to my buttocks, holding my globes apart to reveal easy access to my ass hole. He held up a not-very-thick butt plug and I nodded. "Let's start with that," I said, and he smiled.
Anointing it with baby oil, he twisted it as he pushed it in. It went past my sphincter with ease. "Good," he said nodding and smiling at me. He showed me the next plug. It was one that expanded as you pumped air in from a bulb. He pulled the first plug out and replaced it with the next, placing the bulb pump in my left hand. "See how big you can take it to," he said, settling on the chair to watch me pump and the neck in my hole to expand, in close up. Leaning forward he started stroking his cock, his hand sliding in the slippery baby oil. I could feel his breath panting on my balls. I lifted my feet so he could have an unobstructed view.
This was not the first time I had played with an inflatable plug, and I pumped quite a few times until I could feel my ass getting 'tight'. With finger and thumb I wound closed the air valve, and then held my cheeks apart for his appraisal. He took hold of the air line and gave it a tentative pull, realising that it was so big in my bum that it would not come out in a month of Sundays. He released the air valve and let it deflate before pulling it out.
Having slackened my ring he next presented a flesh coloured imitation 'John Holmes' cock, a realistic monster of length, girth and veins. I gave him the 'OK' and felt it at my entrance. Peter eased it in gently but firmly, and once the head was in, the rest followed comfortably. He used both hands until almost 2/3 of it had disappeared into my guts, and then he came round to my shoulders and, with one hand he maintained pressure on the dildo, and with the other he wanked his cock, just inches from my face. I opened my mouth to take it but he did not respond to my invitation, just let me push an inch or so of my invader out, and then pushed it back again, all the while wanking his cock in my face.
I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He looked down at my face and smiled. "Yes, that would be good mate, thanks." He withdrew the faux Holmes and I sat up before getting off the bunk. I took a condom out of the wall basket, tore it open and he let me roll it down his length by putting it in my mouth and he sliding his cock into it as it unrolled on my pursed lips. Then I bent over the bunk side and he stood behind me.
As he pushed himself in, I pushed myself back at him, resulting in him getting all of himself right in to the 9 inches hilt. I leaned on my elbows on the bunk, he had his big hands on the top of my buttocks, and levered himself in and out, to begin with. Then he put one of his hands round my hip and started to wank my cock as he shafted me. I stood upright, my arms out straight in front onto the wall, and with my legs far apart so he was just at the right height to get himself fully up, in from behind, still wanking me. It felt marvellous. I could feel his flared cock-head reaming up and down inside my fuck tube, the skin around my ring being dragged in and out even with the oil lubricating his stiff shaft still. I clenched my sphincter muscle onto his cock to increase the feeling. His grunts became more laboured and noisy.
Then he stopped wanking me and his hands went back to holding my hips. I flopped back to leaning on my elbows again and he went into overdrive as he pounded my hole, his body slapping into mine at the bottom of his strokes, making a sound like you get slapping your stomach. The force of his thrusts, drove my head onto the wall, and I had to cushion his strokes with my hands against the Formica wall or suffer head damage.
He was now almost shouting "Fuck, God Fuck, Oh Fuck," as he pushed in deep into me and then he suddenly went in deep and stayed there, his body convulsing as he held me. He must have lost of taken off his condom, I did not care which, for as his whole cock expanded almost rhythmically, he shot load after load deep up my ass. I felt the heat of his cum as he sprayed it, time and again. Then, still holding me close, he seemed to almost pass out momentarily, hanging on me before regaining his stance and stepping away from me.
He flopped back into the chair, his whole body gleaming with sweat, his hair glued to his scalp. "Fuckin' hell," he panted. "I ain't never cum like that, mate." He closed his eyes, then said "Cor fuck mate! Sorry about the condom." Then I think he realised I had not cum myself. "Would you mind wankin' over my face?" he asked. "I'd love to see you cum." "Only if you fuck my ass with that dildo again," I said. "I've got one you wouldn't believe," he said and reached into the zip bag, snaking out a perfect black rubber replica of an erect horse's dick.
Holding it, I estimated that it must have been more than 24 inches (60 cms) long and the helmet on it was at least 9 inches (23cms) round and 2½ inches (7cms) across. I tried to get it into my mouth and could not. "What do you think Alex? Can you take it?" he asked me. Now I had seen photos of guys taking things like that, but had never tried myself. I got up onto the bunk on all fours, and Peter leaned in behind me.
With his help, he was very gentle, and my ass had had quite a battering from him previously, he put his oiled fingers into my hole, managing to ease himself in up to his knuckles on one hand. Checking with me he then pushed and managed to get his whole hand in, his finger tickling my prostate gland, making me twitch furiously and dribble copiously on the towel under me. This was my first attempt at having my ass fisted, and I found that it was not a bad experience at all. Pulling himself carefully back out again I was then able to stand back on the floor, and Peter introduced the horse cock to my open hole. Without too much fuss I was able to envelope it, feeling the black rubber horse penis drive upwards, the ridged veins on the shaft stretching and rubbing on my sphincter flesh. I reached round behind myself and was able to hold the shaft as it jutted out of my bum, the end covered with a towel because it was slippery, and resting on the mattress.
When Peter sat back in the chair again I was able to wank my hard-on and fuck my ass at the same time, moving my body back and forwards on the horse cock that we had now jammed between the mattress and the wooden bunk top, as it was that long. The whole feeling was incredibly erotic and I was soon splashing ropes of cum over Peter's nose, eyes and hair, as he stared down the slit of my cock whilst it spat at him. When I was finished he helped me get off the cock, and massaged my hole as it finally was able to close. He packed his toys away, downstairs in the lockers for safety, and then we went to the showers, where he washed me down lovingly gently. We sat and had a coffee in the lounge as I felt feeling return to my battered bottom, then said our 'Goodbyes' and went our separate ways.
Peter, if you read this by any chance, drop me an e-mail, or any of my readers, please contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com to leave comments and suggestions for future stories.