Chapter 31 - The Hideaway Resort
The Hideaway is a real place. It's located high up in the hills above wine country in Sonoma County, and caters to straight, bi and gay guys who have one thing in common.....a desire to get away for awhile, kick back and enjoy the company of other men. The activity schedule is varied enough to appeal to any desire or persuasion. I had been referred to the owner, Roger, by a friend who had experienced the joys of one of Roger's "screening" massages. I checked out their website, then called and made a reservation for a 90-minute one-on-one screening massage for a week out. Those who have been screened by Roger, are then eligible to attend his more "active" clothing-optional massage socials with other like-minded guys....which can turn into pretty wide-open affairs.
I arrived late one afternoon after partaking of wine tasting at some of the better known Sonoma wineries. And the drive up to the Hideaway was impressive in itself. At the end of a long wooded road, I came to a rambling ranch house surrounded by smaller out buildings, some trailers and a series of well-tended gardens. Roger must have heard me pull up, and he was out on the front porch to greet me. He is a very tall and good looking man, and he looks a bit like the actor Leslie Neilsen (of Naked Gun, etc). He immediately led me out back to a screened deck overlooking a very large pool. I accepted his offer of a cold beer and pretzels. We sat and chatted for quite some time. It was obvious that he was trying to get to know me, and determine if my intentions and desires were compatible with those of his many other clients. Then he suggested we retire to the massage room. He mentioned that he was a trained and certified masseur.
He started by unbuttoning my shirt and removing it, then my t-shirt, then shoes and sax, then my slax. Being undressed like that is a very erotic experience. I stood in front of him in my underpants, with an erection starting to make it's appearance. He then removed all of his clothes. Roger asked me a number of pointed questions as to what I liked to do, and what I enjoyed having done to me. He asked if he could touch me penis - I said yes. He sunk to his knees and slowly pulled my briefs down. My half-erect penis sprung out as the underpants slid past. He cupped my balls in one hand and palmed the underside of my cock, which had grown almost fully erect to his touch. He asked is he could kiss my penis - I said yes. He did so, then licked the underside of the head. He asked if I would you like to suck his penis - I said yes. We reversed positions with me on my knees in front of him, and started sucking him off. He was hard immediately. He'd now established that I was a "player" and would definitely be compatible in future events.
He placed me face down on the padded massage table. I had to tuck my erection behind me to be comfortable. He had very soft Japanese music playing in the background, and I could hear the pleasant sound of running water from a fountain in the corner. Shaded light filtered in from the French doors that opened onto the front porch. It was a most relaxing ambiance for a massage.
Roger used pleasantly scented and warmed massage oil that he had heated prior to my arrival. And he knew exactly what to do with his talented hands. It was heavenly. For the next 45 minutes he kneeded, massaged and loosened every muscle on my back, neck, arms, fingers, feet, toes, and legs. He got 'em all, and I was quickly becoming a rag doll in his hands. After all that time on my backside, he then asked me to turn over. He repeated the same relaxing massage on my front side, not missing one single muscle or nerve again as he massaged. I particularly loved his facial massage. And I found it to be a very big turn on to be fully exposed, with my genitals in full view like that. But he made only an occasional glancing touch against my half-erect penis. It was exquisite torture to have my cock hanging there, but not touched.
I was now in a half-sleep when I felt his hands pull away. I heard some chains rattling above me. I opened my eyes to slits and watched as he gently took one of my hands, then the other and strapped leather wrist restraints on my wrists. He pulled the restraints up above me so my arms were now spread in bondage. Then he repeated this process with both my ankles until my legs were spread wide apart, strapped in leather cuffs, and hoisted in the air. I had never experienced any form of bondage before, and I found that this was damn exciting....and fed into my long-standing rape fantasy. He stuffed my underpants in my mouth. That just added to the excitement I was feeling now.
He opened a drawer next to the table and withdrew a large black penis-like dildo. I watched is fascination as he applied a generous coating of "Albolene" lubricant from a jar. He then applied some of this lube to his fingers, leaned forward, and slowly slipped them into my spread asshole to thoroughly lubricate my anal cavity. My cock was rock hard now. This was the moment of the big penetration! He held the big, black glistening dildo up for me to see and said, "Okay Will, this is the grand finale." Very slowly, Roger slid the rubber penis inside me. At first there was a little discomfort, but as my anal muscles relaxed with his gentle urging, the feeling of this dildo sliding in and out of my asshole became incredibly exciting...I fantasized about a denied flashback, that I was a young boy being raped and penetrated.
After as few absolutely wonderful minutes of this anal copulation, I felt Roger's greased hand slide to my fully erect penis....that had been, thus far, deprived of it's rightful attention. I pulled at my restraints in a futile attempt to escape (yeah, right). His hand started to pump, ever so slowly at first, up and down as he masturbated me. His other had was methodically fucking my hole down below in a steady rhythm that matched his hand strokes on my cock. As his rhythm increased steadily, he started urging me on, "Come on Will, give me your cum. Let it shoot baby. Let me see your milky white sperm spurt!" Then my orgasm broke loose and I humped upward as I moaned loudly, "Here it comes!" Roger exclaimed, "Wow...... Beautiful....Look at that load....Great Job Will." I had saved up my load for at least 4 days without masturbating in anticipation of this (not an easy task), and we were both rewarded with a really copius amount of semen shooting up and out of my cock. Roger was as excited as me to see this eruption of hot, fresh sperm, and he smeared my cum all over my stomach as he slowly withdrew the dildo from my well-fucked anus. I was pleasantly exhausted as he brought me another cold Samuel Adams in a frosted beer mug. We showered, and closed the session with a nice soak in his beautiful new spa.
What an incredible afternoon!!!