Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 18:54:57 EDT
From: Alexcarbine01@aol.com
Subject: A Gay Massage 002

The Usual Warnings. The subject matter of this fiction is relating to sex
between consenting males. If this subject offends you read no further. If
this subject is illegal in your country read no further. If you are not
sure whether you ought to read this ..........read no further.



A Gay Massage 002

By

Alex Carbine



The next thing I know is that I am being gently woken.

I am now aware of several things. I am feeling tired but beautifully
relaxed. My arse-hole hurts, but in a nice way. I know I am in one of the
Massage Rooms of the Gym. I don't know who is shaking my shoulder gently.

'Who are you?' I ask with a smile and try to sit up. No way. I settle for
one elbow.

'Ben sent me,' he says. 'He thought you would like something to drink.'

The lights in here are dim but I make out another young being in the same
uniform, white shirt, shorts and shoes and ...yes....a black jockstrap.

'A cup of tea please' I answer. 'No make that a mug of tea.' I flop back
onto my back and wonder where all my strength has gone. I hear him busy
away.

I sit up and take stock of myself. I swing myself round and look at myself
in the floor to ceiling mirror. No obvious damage. I slip myself forward
and my feet touch the heated floor. I look at my cock and balls in the
mirror. It is at half-mast, still encircled by my pewter cock-ring. I have
no pubes because I shave every three days or so. I remember why my
arse-hole aches. I look up to my face. I am smiling. I stand up and move
over to the leather couch. The young man enters with a knock. He has a
steaming cup of brew. What a nice young man. He comes over to me and holds
the mug out for me to take. What a nice young man. I look at the package in
his black jockstrap. It is of generous proportions to his size. What a nice
young man I take the proffered mug and sit it on the leather cushion beside
me. He sits on the couch arm next to me. What a nice young man. I ask him
who he is.

'My name is Andy,' he says. He says 'Andy' like two words...Ann...Dee. He
crosses his legs, and holds the topmost knee with both hands, his head
turned to me. 'And you are Alex.' There is a pause as if he is making a
decision. 'Ben told me you were down here.' There is a pause before I say,
'and what do you do Andy, what is your job here?'

'Well,' he starts, 'I was originally brought in to take stock of everything
before they opened, you know, but I got on soooooooo well with Ben and the
others that they didn't want to lose me, so they kept me on. Special Duties
so as to speak.'

'And they are?' I prompted him.

'I don't know really. They said whatever comes up, I am to take it. And so
here I am.' He gave a timid little grin and a shrug and almost fell off the
couch arm. I put my hand out to save him and end up holding his leg. Our
eyes meet. 'And so here I am,' he repeats.

We look at each other for a few seconds and then I ask, 'And what are you
going to do now?'

'Well Ben asked me to get you a drink, and........well.........move you
out, really. He suggested that a swim and a Jacuzzi might be right for
you. You know,'

I looked at him and he appeared so pathetic that I took pity and agreed
with him. I gathered myself up to my full height and was about to walk out
when he nodded at me and said, 'Nice Cock you have there. They will
probably appreciate it out there, but no doubt some won't. To get to the
pool you have to walk past the open Hall. Ladies Pilates will never be the
same. I'll give you one of our robes.' He went over to the door and unhook
at white towelling robe. 'Give it back before you leave.' He tossed it to
me and went out the door sniggering. My opinion of the young man changed.

I find the Pool Room. And the Jacuzzi. However, although I am wearing a
Towelling Robe, I don't think I can swim or Jacuze as I don't have a
swimming costume. There is a young lady dragging a net along the bottom of
the pool, like she is long-pole fishing. Interestingly I note that her
uniform is white tee shirt, shorts and shoes, with the refinement of a
black bra to the per-requisite black jockstrap. I wondered whom they had in
to advise on corporate uniforms. I ask her if I could hire or borrow a swim
costume. She looks up from her poling enough to answer that 'costumes is
for mornings and as it is afternoon I don't have to bother as afternoons
costumes is voluntary like.' (Her very words.) I thank her but decide that
neither the Jacuzzi nor the pool is really what I want and leave the
poolroom via the door at the far end.

I am now met with the choice of going into a dry sauna or a steam
sauna. Outside each door are pegs with a selection of white towels and
robes. I choose the steam-room. I leave my robe on a peg and enter the dim
steam-laden room.

There are four men inside. Two are up on a higher level than the other
two. I go and sit opposite them. My eyes slowly adjust to the low light,
which comes from one light fitting under the bench I am sitting on, and
also from a fitting above the higher level. I lean back against the wall
and close my eyes. It seems hardly any time passes before I feel movement
in the room and two of the four sit next to me. I open my eyes and look
either side of me. Two men, about my age, are now sitting close-ish to me,
but not in my comfort zone. Both are looking ahead and not at me. Both are
stroking their own hard-ons slowly. What do I do now I wonder? I look to my
left and his cock is uncut. As he pulls at his foreskin, the helmet
stretches the skin and then pops out. On the upward stroke the skin
recovers it. I look to my right and his cock is cut. His hand is round its
length and he gently strokes up and down from base to behind the
helmet. Still neither looks at me. I look ahead and see the other two on
the higher level. The head of one is in the lap of the other. He is giving
him a blowjob! I still do not know what to do. I can now feel the familiar
tingle in my cock. I look down and watch my cock unfold a little. Without
thinking I reach down and, with one hand holding my thick pewter cock-ring,
I pull my cock and balls so that the ring is tight up to my shaven body. I
realise what I have just done. I put my hands on the bench slats either
side of me. My cock continues to grow hard, not so much because of the
cock-sucking going on across the room, as of the two hands that are now
fondling my balls and stiffy. I slide my bottom slightly forward and then
lean back against the wall, so my cock sticks up and out for the guys. I
close my eyes and enjoy the moment. The guy on my left starts to wank my
now very hard cock. Let him. I feel something touch my right cheek. I look
straight at a circumcised cock-head. A sniff tells me he is washed and
ready. I open my mouth and he slides in. My cock is enveloped in a wet
warmness that I recognise as mouth. We begin to dance.

I put both hands up and put my hands flat on the guy's pubes, encircling
the circumcised shaft, so that it sticks out at right angles from his
body. He pushes against my hands to go deep into my mouth but I don't let
him. I hold him away and slowly move my head so that his dick is swallowed
into my throat. I recon on him being about 10 inches and fairly thick with
it. My lips touch the backs of my hands. I pull my head back off him and
breathe again. With one hand I begin to wank him, holding him at his base
and jerking him so his balls swing. I also twist my grip as I pull, giving
his cock extra sensation. I grip his helmet between my tongue and the top
of my mouth, keeping my head at an angle so that my teeth do not scrape his
shaft. I let my mouth salivate to give good lubrication and give him my
best, A1, gold-plated suck-off. My other hand get hold of his free-swinging
balls and applies a slight pull to them, nothing to hurt. I can feel his
shaft thickening and his helmet growing in my mouth. He is now pulling me
onto his knob with his hands on my head. Then he holds my head and
spasms. A thick rope of spunk squirts onto the back of my throat and into
my mouth. I breathe through my nose. Another spasm and another gush of
spunk, and I have to swallow. Another, and another. I luxuriate in the
taste of this stranger's semen. In all he gives me nine presents from his
balls. He pulls out of my mouth and bends down to kiss me. I open my lips
and he can see my tongue coated in his ejaculate. His tongue enters my
mouth. He stands up, his cock standing proud. I lean back to the wall and
stop the guy on my left from finishing me off. 'I only came an hour ago and
I don't think I'm ready yet,' I tell him. He stands up and I then see his
uncut shaft in all its glory. It's a monster. I think that a cock like that
must be too big for most women and definitely too big for me, wherever he
puts it. He pulls his foreskin back to let me see his massive helmet. I put
a hand up to hold it but my hand does not go all the way round it. He gets
hold of it and, brushing my hand away, starts to wank. With his legs apart
and his back bowed backward he pulls at his horse-cock until it starts to
spit. The first time he cums over my chest, then, with better aim he hits
my nose and it dribbles down into my open mouth. The third goes into my
hair, and then he is right on target and squeezes one off into my open
mouth. I lean forward and suck his piss slit. Another white rope of lumps
skids along my tongue. I try to get my lips round his helmet but he is too
big for me. I content myself curling my tongue under his cock-head and
sucking his enormous slot as he continues to pump and fire two more rounds
into me. 'Thanks pal,' he says as he pats my shoulder and leaves. I look
round but I am alone in the room. I feel very hot and in need of a shower
and another drink.



To be continued?

Thanks to those who contacted me after part one was posted. Contact me
again at Alex carbine@aol.com and let me know how this part has gone down
with you.