Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 21:55:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Robert Miller Subject: Robbiesexcapades Part 4 The usual disclaimers apply, if you are too young to be reading something like this, quit now. Also, if you do not like stories like this one, go to another story. Comments are requested, either positive or negative, either one will make me a better author. Please send them to Chubbyboyus2004@yahoo.com The Massage Mr. Owens was the man's name that was going to give me a massage. He asked me how I wanted it, I must have had a confused look on my face, and he explained what he meant. He said a hard massage was one the he rubbed hard and that I might be a bit sore afterwards and a medium was one that would relax me. I said a medium one, Mr. Owens nodded. He then asked if I wanted it with oils or dry, Mr. Johnston chimed in and said that he was to use oils on me and a lot of them. Mr. Owens said okay. Mr. Owens told me just to relax and enjoy, he said that not too many boys my age ever get a chance to get a massage. He then grabbed the towel and loosened it so that it was just draped across my butt. He walked over and brought a table over to the table that had some tubes of oil and a small container that sort of looked like a bucket. I asked what that was for and Mr. Owens explained that the bucket had warm water on it and that he was going to heat up the oil so that it would be too cold to use. He said that after the massage the he was going to take me to another room and give me a colonic. I asked what that was and he said that was a procedure that a tube was inserted into my rectum and warm water was pushed through my intestines and all the fecal matter was then sucked out with a vacuum machine. I must have had a bewildered look on my face because he explained it again, only this time he used word that I could understand. I felt stupid because Mr. Owens had to use words that a 5 year old would understand. I wasn't too impressed with the thoughts of someone sticking a tube up my butt, filling me up with warm water and then sucking the poop that I had in me out with a vacuum. Mr. Owens began by applying oil to my arms and shoulders. The warmth of the oil felt really nice. He was gently rubbing my arms and then my hands. For such a big man he had a really nice gentle touch. My body went relaxed and I just laid there and shut my eyes trying to suck up the treatment that I was getting. My neck and shoulders were next. I was like putty in Mr. Owens hands. I turned my head and looked over at the table that Mr. Johnston was on and he was lying there enjoying the moment as was I. Then Mr. Owens started on my back, I felt him pour a lot of oil on me. The oil was getting pretty warm, almost too hot, so I told Mr. Owens that and he apologized and took the bottle out of the bucket. The rubbing motion that he used was great, he must have been a baker before he started doing massages because he was kneading the skin on my back like he was making a loaf of bread. Then I felt him push up the towel so that my upper legs were exposed, he applied more oil and began to work it in, his hands felt nice as they were going up and down over the back of my legs. Then Mr. Owens touched my feet, I should have told him that I didn't like to have my feet touched, never have and never will. Feet are nasty. I told him that it tickled and that I didn't want him to massage my feet or toes. He said okay and moved back up to my waist area. He said that he was going to do my buttocks and asked if that was going to be okay with me and my Uncle. I told him that it was okay with me and Mr. Johnston piped in and said it was okay with him as well. He removed the towel and poured some more oil on my body. He began rubbing my butt cheeks one at a time, he seemed to be pushing harder on them that the other parts of my body, I guess that it was because I had more to massage there, who knows. I was feeling great, here I was getting my bum played with again, and I was great. Then Mr. Owens started on the other cheek, this time I moved my legs apart farther hoping to give a subtle hint that I was in his hands and he had an opportunity to whatever he wanted to me. I am not sure if Mr. Owens caught the hint but he did apply more oil to his hands and made a B line to my crack. He ran his fingers several times, each time he brushed up against my hole. Mr. Owens then grabbed the towel and covered my butt up again and then told me to roll over onto my back so that he could do my front. When I turned over I asked Mr. Owens if it was possible to have another towel so that I could cover my eyes while he did my belly. He grabbed another towel and I covered my face with it. I felt the warm oil being applied to my chest and belly. Mr. Owens rubbed my chest and belly for a long time; I could tell that my nipples were hard each time that his hands ran over them. Mr. Owens then did the front of my legs; he did however stay away from my feet this time. Getting a full body massage is great; maybe that is why I love to give them to this day. I find that giving them is just about as good as getting one, it is however really hard to find a good masseuse. Mr. Owens again asked me if it was okay to remove the towel that was covering my front and I said that it was. Mr. Owens pulled off the towel and to my surprise I wasn't hard. At that age I usually got hard if the wind blew too hard. Anyway, Mr. Owens applied more oil and started to rub above my pee pee and then he moved to my hips, by now my penis was starting to betray me and it started to rise. Mr. Owens didn't comment on it but I felt like I had to apologize for it. He said that I was not to worry and that all boys get erections when that area of the body is rubbed. I relaxed and recovered my face. He massaged me for quite a while down there, just before he finished he applied more oil to his hand and started to rub my ball sac and then he applied oil to my penis and stroked it several times. I could feel his breath on my chest and heard him say `son, you have great skin and I enjoyed giving you a massage.' He must have stood up, the next thing that he said was, `hop off the table and follow me, it is time for your colonic. I took of the towel and gingerly hopped off the table. I went to grab a towel to cover myself but Mr. Owens told me that I wouldn't need one. I followed Mr. Owens to another room at the other end of the locker room. The Colonic When we entered the room I saw a table and a machine that had several bottles and jugs on it. Mr. Owens shut the door and I think he may have locked it, I am not sure. He instructed me to hop up on the table and turn onto my right side. I did as I was told. It was pretty neat laying up there naked. Mr. Owens set up the machines and told me that he was going to insert a small tube into my butt and then his was going to fill my bowels up with warm water. He said that I may feel a little uncomfortable but when the process was over I would really feel better and lighter. He applied some sort of gel onto the tip of this tube and then moved towards my bum. He told me to relax and not to clamp down when he was trying to put the tube in. He then reached down and spread my butt cheeks and I felt the cold gel hit my hole, I tensed up, and Mr. Owens gave me a slap on the butt and told me that if I relaxed it would go a lot faster. His slap wasn't a hard one, more of an attention getter. He tried again, this time I relaxed and I felt the tube to into me. It seemed like he was pushing it the whole way into me, for a minute there I thought that it was going to come out of my mouth, it turns out that he only inserted it about 4-6 inches. He then started the machine and I could feel the fluid going into me. The process only took several minutes, I felt like I really had to poop and I told Mr. Owens that I thought that I was going to explode. He flipped the switched and the machined stopped. Mr. Owens told me that I needed to stay like that for a few more minutes and then he would re-start the machine and it would start taking the fluid out of me. During the wait Mr. Owens stood next to me and kept rubbing my thigh and talking to me. Several minutes went by and the Mr. Owens walked over and re-started the machine. I didn't even notice what was going on until I saw the tube pulse a bit and then there was my own poop being sucked out of my butt. That process took the longest, probably about 20 minutes or so. When the machine started to hum louder Mr. Owens said that it was finished, I must admit I did feel better but I still had a tube up my ass, so he shut it off. He walked back over to me and grabbed a towel and then told me to again relax and gently pulled out the tube. When he did I slipped and farted a bit, boy was that embarrassing. He put the end of the tube that was in me in a bucket of water and then wiped off my butt and then he actually put the towel on tip of his finger and pushed it into my butt a little ways, when he pulled it out there wasn't any fecal matter on it. He grabbed some massage oil and then spread my butt cheeks again and did a few more passes over my crack and butt hole. He tapped me on my bum and told me that we were finished and that I could go take a shower now. When we left the room Mr. Johnston was sitting on the edge of the massage table talking with Mr. Mauer. Mr. Owens told him that my butt was as clean as a whistle and that he used a lot of oil on me. Mr. Johnston seemed to be pleased. Mr. Johnston told me that it was time for a shower. He hopped off of the table and motioned me over to him, when I got there he put his arm on my shoulder and we started to walk to another room. When we entered that room he showed me where the showers were. It was a huge shower room, but it wasn't like the showers at school. At school there were 4 rows of showers with about 12 heads. In this room there were 4 open shower heads and then there were about 10 or so separate shower areas. Mr. Johnston and I went to one of those areas. We entered through a door and into a shower stall. These shower areas were bigger than the bathroom at my house. They had a bench that was about 4 feet long a wooden chair in the corner, the shower itself was like a double shower. There was a dark colored shower curtain and there was a plastic chair in there. Mr. Johnston changed the sign on the door from vacant to occupied and locked the outer door. There wasn't a wall to the ceiling, just one that was about 6 feet high. Mr. Johnston pulled back the curtain and set the water temp. We stood there talking for a few minutes until steam started to fill the room. He asked me about how I was enjoying my day at the club so far and I told him that it was great. I asked why my Dad couldn't use this locker room and he said that although my Dad was a member of the club only the Executives used this part. He said that he told my Dad that if I was going to caddy for him that I should be given the royal treatment and my Dad thought that it would be a great surprise for me. Boy was he right. I was having the time of my life. The Shower Mr. Johnston decided that the shower was good to go so he pulled the curtain back the whole way. He sat in the chair and told me to grab a wash cloth off of the rack and hand it to him. There was a liquid soap dispenser on the wall and he wet down the cloth and filled it with soap. I stood under the water to get all wet and Mr. Johnston said that he was going to bathe me. I was cool with that, I thought to myself, damn 2 times in one day. I stood facing away from Mr. Johnston and he washed my back and shoulders. He had such a soft touch, even softer than Dads. Mr. Johnston remarked that Mr. Owens really did use a lot of oil on me. Suds were a flying in the shower. With my back and shoulders done Mr. Johnston moved down to what I gather was one of his more favorite areas, my bum. He made sure that each one of my bum cheeks were soaped up evenly, it was more than a normal washing, it was more of a massage and a washing all rolled together. Mr. had me bend over and touch my toes. When I did this my hole was completely exposed. I heard Mr. Johnston sigh and then he started washing my butt crack. I will say that he was very thorough washing me. I looked back betwixt my legs and saw that he was fully erect again, this time his balls were draw up close to his body in that hairy ball sac; it was kind of a neat view from that angle. Mr. Johnston then put the wash cloth on his knee and started using his hands and fingers to wash me. I could feel the hot water rinsing the soap away. I could feel Mr. Johnston's fingers probing my exposed orifice. I heard him say that Mr. Owens really opened me up good. Mr. Johnston then tapped me on the leg and told me to step back and sit on his lap. I did as I was told. I could feel Mr. Johnston's cock as I sat down; it was running up my back. He sat there for a while running his hands all over my chest and belly. He asked me if I had ever had anything in my butt before and I told him that just a finger and that hose that Mr. Owens put up there. He then asked me if I would like to try it, I nodded but asked if was going to hurt much. Mr. Johnston assured me that it wouldn't be too bad. He said if I tensed up it would hurt more than if I relaxed. I lifted my hips up and then slowly lowered myself down onto him. I felt the heat of his hot cock head touch my hole. Although he was only about my size it was a bit bigger in diameter than I was. Even thicker than Joe was. Mr. Johnston then gave a quick hard thrust and I felt a pop when it went into me. It felt like it was tearing me apart back there. Mr. Johnston held me there so that I could get used to the feeling of him being in me. I gave out a short high pitched squeal and tears were forming in my eyes, my poor ass was screaming for relief. Mr. Johnston then stood up and walked us forward until I was at the other end of the shower stall. He pushed my face up against the wall and gave a hard thrust with his pelvis. I could feel his balls hitting off of my hairless ass. Tears were freely flowing from my eyes now. I couldn't think straight, on one hand the pain was bad but on the other I was feeling a whole new set of great feelings. My ass was getting opened wider than it was ever before, literally. With each thrust the sensation was getting wierder. It seemed like hours but it was only minutes before I felt Mr. Johnston cum inside me. He had buried his cock so far up my tight ass that I swear that both of his balls were in there too. Here I was in a shower, face and chest shoved up against the wall and my bum impaled with a cock that felt like it was 12 inches long and as round as a baseball bat. Normally I would have been hard as a rock but this time my penis was soft and almost sucked back up into my body, my balls were drawn up tight as well. My mind was racing. Was this a good thing or a bad thing??? Mr. Johnston then as quickly as he shoved it into me pulled out. He was still hard. I was frozen up against the wall of the shower. Mr. Johnston slapped my butt hard three times and told me to turn around and get on my knees and clean his cum dripping cock. I was still confused but complied. Mr. Johnston grabbed the back of my head and pushed his penis into my mouth. With each thrust he shoved it in until his pubic hair was hitting my lips. After he was finished he told me to stand up again and to bend over. I did, then Mr. Johnston examined my stretched out anus. He put his finger in me and I could feel how loose it was. He said that I was the tightest boy ass that he has ever fucked. By this time I regained my composure and just looked into his eyes. There again was the older man that I had grown to like in a short period of time. He looked sad, I felt sad. He must have been able to tell that he was so rough with me. He sat back in the chair and pulled me onto his lap. He held me close and rubbed my back and stroked my hair. He apologized for what had just happened. He said that he just lost it because I was the cutest boy that he had ever had the opportunity to be with. He said that my body type was the kind that he had always dreamed of. He said what drove him over the edge was the fact that he might have never gotten the chance to be with me again and that he wanted to fuck my ass so bad. Tears were forming in his eyes so I know that he was being sincere. He asked me how he could make it up to me. I thought for a minute and said that I would have been with him any time that he wanted and that I enjoyed my day up until the shower part, I told him that I liked it but he needed to go slower than he did and it would have been fine. I told him that all he needed to do was take his time and go slow and that it probably would not have hurt me so bad. I asked him why he didn't do that and he replied that he just lost control of his senses. He said that he was sorry. Even though my ass hole was sore and tender I forgave him. We sat there longer and he again asked me how he could make it up to me and I told him that he could let me put it up his butt like he did to me and then suck me clean like I had to do to him. He agreed. As I stood up I turned and faced him. I shoved my still flaccid cock into his face. I told him to suck it until it was as hard as a rock. He looked up at me with a shocked look on his face. I looked down at him and told him, if you want to make it up to me, then suck it and while you are at it, suck on my balls too. He opened his mouth and I thrust my soft cock into his mouth. It took me a while to get hard; I guess that my body was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened. I was starting to get hard and I pulled my cock out of his mouth and shoved my balls into his face. He took both of them into his mouth and I could feel his tongue swirling over them. When I had enough of that I told him to get up and lean against the wall like I had to. He slowly got up and went to the wall. I grabbed some liquid soap in my hand and rubbed it over his butt crack. It was kinda gross though, he had a lot of hair in his crack. I love a smooth butt crack. He bent over a bit and I moved into position. I pushed forward and missed my mark and my penis slid down towards his balls. I tried again and this time it went up his crack and my balls hit his butt cheeks. I was getting frustrated and tried again without success. I slapped his butt hard, it was kinda neat, when I slapped it the skin sort of giggled a bit. He suggested that I go over and sit in the chair and he would help me get it in. I sat in the chair and leaned back, my cock was sticking up at a 90 degree angle, and Mr. Johnston walked over and turned around, his butt cheeks were directly over my stick. He lowered himself slowly; I felt the head of my cock hit his hole. Boy was it hot back there. He sat back further and it went in. I thrust forward and drove it in as far as I could. Mr. Johnston let out a soft moan. Not the response that I wanted so I grabbed his hips and pulled down. Now I was in him as far as my 4 inch cock would go. I thrust up and down several times and before I knew it I came in him. I reached around like I was going to play with his boobs and I grabbed some chest hair and started pulling. Again I got the wrong response, Mr. Johnston liked it, so I moved to his nipple, I gave that man the biggest titty twister that I could muster. All Mr. Johnston could say was `harder, harder'. I didn't know what to do next. I had shot my load into him, I tried hurting him and that didn't work. What was next? He got up off of me and turned to face me. He said that it was great and he wished that we could do it again. Then I remembered he still needed to clean me up. I looked at my still hard tool and told him to clean it. He had a befuddled look on his face; I reminded him that our deal was that he had to do what he did to me. He bent forward and begrudgingly went down on me. He got off easy though, my penis was still pretty sensitive and all I could do was laugh and squirm around. After that we both soaped up and rinsed off. We both dried each other off and walked out of the showers just as we walked in. My asshole was still sore but I think that it was a good learning experience for me. I learned a valuable lesson with what all transpired that day. I learned that people, even those that seem nice can be hard you and those that seem strange can be very nice. You should never judge a book by its cover. Mr. Johnston and I saw each other a few other times after that day but we never did get together again. I went to the Country Club on other occasions to caddy but it was never for Mr. Johnston, Mr. Kochera on the other hand was a different story. After we got dressed Mr. Johnston and I left the locker room and went to the restaurant and found my Dad sitting at the bar having a drink. He asked me what I thought of the club and if I liked caddying. Mr. Johnston's face lost its color with that question. I told my Dad that the club was great and that Mr. Johnston and I had a massage and a steam. My Dad just looked at me and said `oh excuse me, you had a steam' and laughed. He thanked Mr. Johnston for taking me under his wing to show me the game. Mr. Johnston told him that he really enjoyed teaching me things and he hoped to be able to do it again sometime. My Dad said `we'll see'. Mr. Johnston led us into the dinning room where he treated me and Dad to a great meal. I had steak and shrimp and Dad just had prime rib and a salad. After supper we left the club, Mr. Johnston thanked me again for caddying for him and shook my hand. Then we handed a valet our ticket and he brought our car to us. It was the neatest thing that I had ever seen. The drive back to our house was pretty neat. Dad kept asking how I liked going to the club with him, how I like being a caddy and things like that. I told him that the club was really neat. I loved being a caddy but did tell him that I would have liked it better if I was able to be his caddy. That comment made my Dad beam from ear to ear. I told him that I thought that Mr. Johnston was a nice guy and that I did everything that he asked me to do, even some thing that I thought were kinda weird., Dad just gave me a strange look. I told him that I made sure that Mr. Johnston was happy and he would be able to keep his job. Tears formed in the corner of Dad's eye. I told him that Mr. Smolleck and Mr. Kochera were very nice to me but I did ask that the next time I would like to caddy for him and if he needed me to I would like to caddy for Mr. Kochera. Dad said that would be fine. Dad asked what I had thought of the big locker room at the club. I told him that it was a heck of a lot nicer that the one that we had at school. I told Dad that after we went in there that Mr. Johnston, Mr. Smolleck and I went into the steam room for a while. I told him that I liked that a bunch. I told him that Mr. Smolleck left the steam room after a bit and I and Mr. Johnston just hung out in there, I told him that Mr. Johnston gave me a back rub for a while and then we went for a massage. I told him that it was okay but added that his back rubs were better. Then I told him that Mr. Johnston wanted me to experience everything that the club had to offer so he sent me into the room with Mr. Owens and he gave me a colonic thing. Dad asked me how I liked that and I told him that I thought it was pretty weird but when it was over I told him that I did feel better, Dad confided to me that he got those some times when he goes to the club. I told him that after that was over me and Mr. Johnston and I took a hot shower together and he washed me down. Then I told him that after that we went and got dressed and came out. Dad inquired about anything else had happened, I told him that I didn't want to talk about it and Dad asked if I was hurt and I replied a little bit but that I was okay and I did what he told me to do, listen to Mr. Johnston and I did everything that he wanted me to do. Dad told me like he has a thousand times before, that I could tell him anything and everything, and that I would not be in any type of trouble. I told him that I was fine and if there was anything different I would be sure to tell him. By that time we were turning on to our street. As we pulled into the garage Dad turned the car off and put his hand on my knee and said `I am proud of how you acted today, it was important that you were good for Mr. Johnston and the rest of the guys that were golfing. I also want to know what all happened in that locker room today, everything, I will come up and see you before you go to bed tonight, just me, Mom or your brothers will never know anything unless you tell them. This will be our little secret, okay buddy?' I shook my head okay. Then Dad reminded me that I was still grounded by Mom and that I should act tired and worn out when we go into the house.