Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2017 14:12:42 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Capitol Massage 2

Capitol Massage 2
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

The massage was a complete success for both Phineas and for me. He had
never experienced sexual ecstasy before. I discovered that I could be a
happy masseur for the rest of my life. I became more relaxed and my home
life improved. I could have sex without afflicting my wife. She was busy
with the children, and they were about as much as she could take.

Of course, Phineas became a regular client. Eventually he found a like
spirit, Geoff Sudeen. Geoff was big, brash owner of a successful mill. When
I met him, I thought it was sad that there were no pirates on the open sea.

Geoff would have been a perfect pirate. He married a lady from a "good"
family. She was wealthy, but after the birth of twin sons, her interest in
sexual relations vanished.  He had promised her to never get involved with
another woman. Geoff was a man of his word. While he didn't love his wife,
she was a good woman and he felt affection for her and the children.

Phineas told him he was in a similar situation and my massages seem to help
him relax.  Geoff came for a massage. He was in good shape and had been in
better shape when he was younger.  Geoff was bald, pink and had copper
colored hair. From a distance, you might think he was smooth. He was as
hairy as I am, but I am Italian hairy. He was Scottish hairy. His red body
hair did not show up. He was tense, but the steam and massage solved that
problem. He didn't mind being naked.  When I saw his oversize cock, I knew
why.

I did a standard massage with nothing overt and his manhood firmed up. He
looked fine soft; firmer was even better. We talked and he said he had been
in the Navy and seen the world, mostly in Asia, China and the Philippines.
I recalled some stories about sailors on long trips. That seemed to confirm
my pirate theory.  I accidentally brushed his cock with my hand and he
became fully erect.

"Sorry about that," he said in an entirely insincere way. I think he knew
that a big cock doesn't lose its charm when it is erect.

"That happens sometimes. Many men aren't accustomed to being touched and
the cock decides to show off," I said. "I would keep your clothes on
outside Capitol Massage.  If a horse saw your cock it might get jealous."
Geoff thought that was hilariously funny.

"I will be sure to take your advice," he said.

"It's strange that women can have their breasts on display in an evening
gown, but if a man has any sign that he's well hung, he might be arrested,"
I said.

"My wife doesn't like it. Once we had our two boys, she lost all interest
in me. That's wrong; she likes me, but my cock has a problem," he said.

"It is lucky that men can take care of their cocks by themselves," I said.

"Or with a pal," Geoff muttered. I then realized that Phineas might have
told or hinted that I could help him sexually.

I took that as an invitation. I stroked his cock, pulling the foreskin back
from his cock head. The knob was large, shiny and a delicate shade of
lavender. A bead of clear liquid oozed from his slit. I used my finger to
spread it over the cock head.

"You are excited. I hope this feels good," I said. He nodded. "I can make
it feel a lot better. Would that bother you" I asked.

"No, but it might blow up in your face," he said in a whisper. "It could be
messy."

"I can deal with that," I said as I kissed the slit which had just oozed
additional precum.  He didn't move, so I then carefully wrapped my lips
around the knob. Geoff moaned quietly. I had my hand fondling his balls,
pulling them slightly. I then took about half of his shaft into my mouth.
About two minutes later he gave up the effort to hold back and flooded my
mouth with his seed.

I swallowed and then swallowed again. I wondered if there had been weeks of
sperm trapped in his balls. We talked and I found out he had some
experience on the ship in the Navy, but no one had ever taken his load. His
cock head became sensitive and tender during an orgasm. "It was too much,"
he said.

"There has been no mess and no evidence anything happened at all here," I
said. "You can go home and be a good husband and a successful businessman
and no one will know."

"Did it bother you?" he asked.

"My job is to help people with their problems. You were stiff, had aches
and were tense. Those problems are much improved. I have just done my job,"
I said.  He dressed and shook my hand as he left. He became a regular
customer.

My football player friend, Biff, broke his leg in the last game of the
year. He had made the winning touchdown, but he was finished as a football
player.  He was also finished as a student.  The college was not interested
in his type without the football skills. He came by to see me once the cast
was off his leg. He wanted my advice on getting a job.

He didn't want to go back to the farm, but he was a country boy, and felt
out of place in the city. After we discussed the possibilities, I asked if
he would like to become a masseur and work for me. He said yes if I would
train him. He was low on cash, so I let him live upstairs in my building.

He had a limp now, but he still had a good body and a cheerful attitude. I
confessed to him that my cock sucking relaxation technique was not really a
part of massage therapy. He said he knew that, but it felt so good, he was
fine with it.

I had changed his life for the better. He had found a playmate on the team
and realized his life had been drab and ordinary before I introduced him to
man sex. He had almost a missionary zeal to introduce sex to other men. I
think he genuinely thought that way. I think sex is its own reward.

The massage part of his training was easy. He was athletic and strong. He
picked up the techniques easily. I knew that he liked the sexual potential
of the massage, but I told him to be careful. "One miss step and you are
out of here," I said. "In some ways, we are providing services to needy
men, but if you miss judge them there will be hell to pay," I said. I then
explained the signs that a man is interested and willing.

I miss-judged Biff's situation. Our clients liked a massage from a young,
former football player. They wanted him; there was no need for him to take
a risk by making the first move. They made the move.  Biff was good about
playing the innocent virgin meeting a distinguished older man.

Some gave him five dollar tips. He was honest and gave me the tips. I gave
them back to him. "I pay you for massages, not for any additional
services," I explained.  "The tips are yours."

Biff appreciated that. He trusted and respected me, and he came to me with
any problems he encountered. He was smart and slowly expanded the sexual
aspect of the encounters as he and the clients developed trust.

I also had to reevaluate my own situation. I thought of my own dalliances
with clients as a quirk of my personality. It was a way to enhance my
business while having a little fun. While this was still true, I had to
admit I greatly enjoyed the sex with men. While I helped them relax and
provided a safe outlet for their sexual energy, I helped myself too.

 I wasn't interested in romance or love, but I more than enjoyed the
sex. Tasting the hot, sex fluids of an excited man spurting in my mouth was
not a business service, it was an enjoyable interlude for me.

That became clear when Biff came to me and said a client asked him if he
liked to fuck. Biff hadn't fucked so he didn't know. The client was Major
Davidson, one of the wealthiest men in town, respected by all for his
generosity. Sucking a man to a climax is one thing, fucking him to the same
climax was quite another.

I knew how to do it, learning my skills from my youthful adventures with
Massimo and Luigi. Unlike cock sucking, fucking can be painful. If it were
to be painful for a client, that would be bad.

The Major was most insistent and Biff didn't want to displease him. I could
teach Biff fucking skills, but I worried that a client might want to fuck
Biff. I talked it over with Biff. He wanted to fuck and do it right. He
also was willing to take a cock. He thought that was just fair play.

That summer my wife and family went to a mountain resort with a good
friend, Helen, and her children. Helen owned a large cottage there, and the
children could play in the cooler mountain air. Helen was a charming woman
with few everyday housekeeping or child-rearing abilities. For my wife,
these skills were effortless. She knew how to run a household and control
the children. I had the summer free. I had time to teach Biff the sexual
techniques needed to please the major.

I had one friend to help me with Biff's lessons, Phineas. We were close by
this time. Phineas claimed we were almost related I had spent so much time
seeding his ass. I told him of my problem with Biff. He said he would like
to help. He would like to serve another man. Then, he asked if Biff would
shoot off in him. I said it wasn't necessary, but it happens by accident
some times.

Phineas looked embarrassed and then said, "I wouldn't mind a few accidents,
or even regular accidents. Would that bother you?"

"Not at all. Phineas, you know that your pleasure is my only goal," I
said. "Biff shoots big loads. Is that a problem?"

Phineas smiled. "I don't think that would be a problem at all," he said.
The three of us had a good time that summer. My realization that it was
acceptable to enjoy man sex freed me to enjoy it more. Phineas enjoyed
being my friend and helper, not just a client. Biff liked sex and wanted to
do and experience more.

Neither Phineas nor Biff had ever fucked a man. I was a top and was
modestly experienced. My hole was virgin and had little idea what the
bottom felt, other than enjoyment. That normally wasn't a problem. I did
worry about what a client felt the first time a cock penetrated his ass. I
knew it could and often did hurt. I wondered what it felt like to have a
man's tool in you and have him unload his balls' contents deep in your ass.

I discussed this with Phineas and Biff. They knew there was only one way
for me to know how it felt. The urge to fuck seems to be an ingrained part
of men. I asked if Phineas and Biff would fuck me. They were
uneasy. Phineas was afraid he might hurt me and ruin the relationship. He
had a long thin organ and I assumed it would be easy to slide it into my
ass. Biff was thick and he was a strong man who could force it into an
unwilling man if he wished.  Biff didn't know if he would do it right.

One Saturday after work, we arranged to solve the problem. We met at my
house, which is more comfortable than the massage tables of the office. We
went to my bedroom and stripped. This excited Phineas. In our massage
sessions, I remained dressed until the anal massage, even then I usually
kept my shirt on.

I am a hairy man and that excited Phineas. He had told me that he had once
seen an uncle naked when they were swimming. The uncle was a bear like man
complete with a fur coat and was nice to him, unlike his father.

I thought I would need to suck Phineas to an erection, but that wasn't
necessary. He was fully erect. Biff lubricated Phineas' tool and my ass. He
was careful to make sure we were fully lubricated.  Phineas gingerly nudged
his cock into my hole. He pushed and it slid in without effort. While his
cock was thin, his cock head was a large strawberry with a wide slit. As
the strawberry passed my prostate I shivered in pleasure.

He went deep on the first thrust and his low hanging balls draped over my
hairy balls. That was unexpectedly stimulating. As soon as I noticed that,
I felt his strawberry rubbing my ass tunnel. With every stroke, I felt his
knob caress my prostate. That organ wasn't used to any attention and it
responded enthusiastically.

This was a new sensation for me. I knew how to stimulate my own
genitals. Relaxing passively as another man stimulated me was a new and
exciting experience. The more active role was a good experience for Phineas
too. He moaned with each stroke and went ridged as he drained his
balls. The only movement I could feel was his twitching cock as he
ejaculated. He slowly pulled out, savoring the warmth of my sperm filled
ass.

Biff had been watching and encouraging Phineas. I hadn't realized he had
been lubricating his own organ. I thought he might object to fucking an ass
filled with another man's seed. I was entirely wrong about that. Biff liked
the additional lubricant. His cock was thick and meaty. He was careful, but
insistent.

Biff seemed to have a natural gift for fucking.  He was careful as he
worked his cock into me. While he was careful, I knew his goal, and I knew
he would reach it. His cock was not comfortable like Phineas' organ, but
Biff was so masculine and I discovered I wanted to have all of it in me.

Oddly, I liked the thought of his sperm mixing with Phineas' semen my
ass. I had heard of women who felt used by men for their sexual pleasure. I
felt as if I had simply provided a playground for my friends'
pleasure. Once Biff was fully embedded in my ass, he began to thrust. He
seemed to sense that my sphincter was a bit tight to handle his knob. He
pulled out just short of the sphincter and rested his bloated knob against
my prostate.  The first three or four thrusts were good, but as he picked
up the pace, they got better.

A little later I was fully involved, wiggling and rotating my hips to get
his cock into a better place. I realized I was not just providing the
playground, I was a full participant. Biff had another good
characteristic. You could tell when he was approaching an orgasm. I was
almost desperate to help him get there and shoot off in me.

When he shot off, I was surprised to discover I was shooting off too. I was
spraying my chest and gut as he filled my ass with his man seed. Phineas
was normally a meek, fastidious man, but he leaned over and sucked my cock
as I ejaculated. I knew this was about as good as it could get. We had all
shot off.  I thought the evenings activities were over, but none of us
wanted for it to end.

The atmosphere was still sexual. I noticed that after Phineas finished
eating my seed, he was still erect. This was just fifteen minutes after he
had ejaculated into me.  Biff pulled out and he hadn't lost his erection. I
almost dozed off and the two men were in whispered conversation. A little
while later I saw Biff on his back with Phineas massaging his prostate with
his cock.

As before, Phineas shot off quickly and pulled out. I took his place and
slid into Biff's ass. I am thicker than Phineas and I took my time working
Biff's hole before I pushed deep. I had some experiences being the first to
enter a man, and my usual techniques worked well for Biff.  He briefly lost
his erection, but he soon found it again.

It took a while to warm him up, but when I noticed his cock was drooling
precum, I knew all was well. I shot off and Biff seemed to like that if a
hands-free orgasm is an indicator. We talked after we recovered.

"It wasn't what I expected," Biff said. "It felt better than I thought and
hurt less. Phineas, I could take yours every day." He looked at me. "Yours
was harder to take, but I've never shot off like that before. I could get
use to that."

"Could you do Major Davidson?" I asked.

"I am ready willing and able," Biff replied without hesitation. "I could
take him too, if he wants it." He paused and asked, "Do you think he would
take my seed? I liked shooting off in you a lot."

"You just need to ask first. It's a personal preference." I said.

"I would take yours," Phineas said to Biff.

Biff smiled. "I've shot off in you; it is only fair!" he said. "Would I
fit?"

"I've taken Marco's many times. You are only a little bigger than he is,"
Phineas replied. A minute later, Biff was in Phineas. He pounded away with
great vigor. Phineas seemed to like that.

Several days later Major Davidson visited Biff. When he left, he was
smiling broadly. The major enjoyed the interlude. Several weeks later he
asked Biff, if I ever checked on him while he was doing a massage. He was
afraid they might be discovered. Biff told him that I never looked in. He
then added that I knew that some men were stimulated by a massage and I
thought erections were natural and expected sometimes. Biff said I was open
minded. The Major had friends who were also open minded. They began
visiting us.

Biff was a farm boy who woke at dawn. We decided to open at 6:00 in the
morning. I didn't think anyone would be interested at that hour. I was
wrong, a shower was welcome for many men, especially if they lived in a
boarding house and had to get in line for a bath. We were in a modern city
and some men were getting off the night shift. Our new hours were popular
and profitable.

I added a second steam and shower room and made them a bit more ornamental
like a Turkish bath. Because I was working with an older building, these
new rooms were a bit remote to accommodate the existing construction. There
were nooks big enough for two or three men to use and that weren't visible
from the door. I explained the rooms were less institutional than the
original facilities. Many of the men found the new rooms to be
intimate. These were more expensive, but became quite popular.

Geoff liked the new facilities and he brought friends to enjoy them with
him.  I did mention that I kept the rooms clean and that was easier if
there was no sticky or slippery fluids on the floor. Geoff smiled and said
he would mention it to his pals. That was a much better way to solve the
problem rather than posting a sign saying please do not ejaculate on the
floors, seats or walls.

I added another masseur, Roger. He was skilled with his hands, cheerful and
blind. He could see blurry forms without any detail. He was good with the
men who were too conventional to get naked. Roger was 40 and muscular.

Biff helped with the business. He attracted new, younger customers as well
as older men who liked a younger man. My client list grew too. I had
clients who wanted a conventional massage, some wanted a little
stimulation, but nothing serious, and some wanted sexual release. That was
good for me. A few sexual interludes excited me, but more would have become
more of a job than a pleasure.

The early morning opening brought men who wanted a bath, but did not have
easy access to a tub. This was not expensive but we didn't need to spend
any time massaging. The only major cost was coal for the boiler.  It was
all profit. While I was never going to become a millionaire, I was
prosperous.