Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 04:00:57 EDT
From: Alexcarbine01@aol.com
Subject: A Gay Massage 01

This is a work of fiction between consenting male adults. Do not read any
further if this could give rise to offence or is illegal in your
country. Common sense really.


A Gay Massage

by

Alex Carbine



It all started really when he gave me a coffee.

I had this weekday in my diary when nothing had been filled in. I had
noticed it several weeks ago, and had thought nothing of it. And at the
weekend, I was planning the oncoming week and saw it
again. Soooooooo. Major planning. How should I use it to the best? Tax
figures? Expenses? Nothing to do with what I did came to mind. I decided to
simply have a day off. Do nothing. Switch off. I named it 'Blank
Wednesday'.

Tuesday night I did not set my alarm clock. After all it was going to be
'Blank Wednesday'. Nothing planned. Nothing to get up for.

'Blank Wednesday'.

I woke to the sound of screaming. In my bedroom. A high-pitched keening. My
cat Rosie had caught a frog in the garden and was showing her prize to
me. The frog was prostrate on the carpet, its front legs covering its head,
screaming like a little baby.  Today was going to be a day of discovery. I
make a mental note " I did not know that frogs can scream, especially at.."
I look at my alarm clock..  " four-oh-fucking-clock in the morning."

Rosie is strutting her bit, figure of eighting around my feet proudly. I
mean, it's not everyday she brings in a frog to show me. Oh No! I stoop,
gather the frog in my hands, and find it has not been injured. I open the
window and let the frog drop to the garden below. Be not afeard! I live on
the ground floor. Rosie is oblivious until she realises that the frog has
disappeared. I go for a pee and when I return there is no sign of Rosie. I
lay in bed trying to go back to sleep. 'Blank Wednesday' has started early
and is so far 'Screaming Frog Wednesday'...Surprise!

The next thing I know it is about 9.30am. I think it is the clatter of my
mail being delivered. Awakeness is swiftly followed by a shower, fruit
juice and two microwaved pain-au-chocolates. Cat food, biscuits and fresh
water are distributed to their respective bowls, the dishwasher is emptied,
the washing machine loaded and started, and then its time to decided what
to do. The weather is a beautiful sunny day.  I sit in my small
conservatory and decide to make decisions over a filter coffee.

I walk into town, a mere fifteen minutes stroll, and begin doing nothing in
earnest. I start by looking into shop windows of shops I do not know
exist. I find a whole shop dedicated to olive oils, with and without dried
tomatoes etc., and kitchen minutiae. I then find this Gymnasium. What a
good idea! I'll just have a look inside. I have been meaning to join a Gym!

In the Reception a young man greets me, about 23 years old, wearing a white
tee shirt, white shorts and white tennis shoes. He has blond curly hair, an
immaculate tan and a perfect smile. 'How can I help you, my name is Ben?'
he asks, standing up and walking round his desk. 'I am interested in what
this Gymnasium can offer me,' I answer as he takes my elbow and guides me
to the seating area to one side. I sit and he asks, 'Coffee? I was just
about to have one myself.' The coffee machine looks as though you should
have a degree to operate it. As the machine huffs, puffs, gurgles and
finally spits the coffee into the cups I have a moment to reflect. I take
in the Bodybuilding magazines on the table showing bronzed Hercules showing
their bodies. I look at the young man as he works the coffee machine. My
eye line is at the height of his waist. I notice that the shorts he is
wearing are almost transparent nylon.  He is wearing a black jockstrap. A
big black jockstrap. A big well-filled black jockstrap. 'One lump or two?'
he asks. I tear my eyes away from the Promised Land and look at his
face. He is smiling. 'Sugar..one lump or two?' 'Oh no sugar for me,' I
answer, struggling to find my voice.

He hands me my coffee and then takes his and walks past me to sit in the
chair beside me. I get a clear profile of his lunch box as he
passes. Impressive! I get a clear outline of the two straps stretched round
his bubble butt as he sits. Impressive! He leans back in the chair and I
see how big the lump in his shorts really is. Impressive!

He sips his coffee. 'What type of thing are you looking for? There is an
extensive range of exercise machines and our staff will show you how to get
the most out of them.' He takes another sip. 'And we also have an extensive
selection of leisure items if you want to just relax and unwind.' At this
he drops one of his hands from the cup at his lips and very casually and
unthinkingly scratches his crutch. 'There's the pool, the wet sauna, the
dry sauna, the Jacuzzi, and we have several rest rooms with a choice of
viewing on the TVs.' Then his hand seems to close around his basket as he
says, 'And we have several massage rooms.' His hand returns back up to the
cup and he turns his head to me. 'Would this be what you are looking for?'

I take a long suck at my coffee to wet my suddenly dry throat. 'It all
sound just the thing. Yes, just the thing.' Ben then explains that the
Establishment only opened at the beginning of that week. The cost was very
reasonable both for Membership and facilities. I make my mind up.

Documentation is swift and payment even swifter. In almost no time Ben
produces my membership card inlayed with my photo. In the meantime I have
looked at the costs of having a massage. I decide on a one-hour session. I
ask Ben to book me in and he looks at the clock on the opposite wall. 'We
will have no one here before two o'clock I'm afraid' is his answer. Its
eleven o'clock. Three hours to wait! Ben senses my
disappointment. 'However,' he says, 'If I can get one of the others to look
after the desk, I would be happy to give you one myself. I have all the
qualifications needed'. He smiled sweetly and put his head to one side,
flashing that smile.

After an internal phonecall to one of the other Assistants he hands me a
large fluffy towel and takes me on a guided tour through the locker-room,
showers, and into the poolroom, which also houses the Jacuzzi and
saunas. Leaving me to get undressed in the locker-room he saunters off to
make sure that the front desk is covered and by the time I was showered and
drying myself, he reappears to take me to the massage rooms.

The room he opens is surprisingly big. As well as a hand basin, towel rails
and the massage table, the room also contains a leather fabric sofa and a
double-door locker.  Spotlights in the ceiling gives the room a subdued
feeling, and my first impression as to the size of the room proves to be
false as the main, uncluttered wall is mirrored from ceiling to
floor. Although air-conditioned the room is quite warm. Ben adjusts the
thermostat. 'Still getting things right,' he says. 'You don't mind if I
take my tee- shirt off, do you?' he asks. 'Not at all. Make yourself
comfortable,' I answer as I go to the towel rails and hang up my towel. I
stand 6ft 2inches tall in front of the mirrored wall. I wear a few extra
pounds around my 38-year-old waist. I look at my uncut cock. Limp it is
about 6 inches but hard I reach about 10 and a bit inches. I also wear a
pewter cock ring. I look at Ben in the mirror and he is standing with his
hands on his hips, wearing just his shorts, no tee shirt, and no shoes. He
moves over to the table and gestures for me to climb on. 'It's pointless
putting a towel over you now. Will you lay face down please.' I climb on
and place my face in the towel-surrounded hole.  Ben makes sure I am
comfortable. There are infrared heater lamps in the ceiling. I feel warm
and comfortable as he mixes his massage salve.

I feel his hands on my shoulders. The oil is just above blood
temperature. It smells of herbs. He goes to work, first standing at the end
of the bed and then one side, then the other, working down my body and
arms. I feel warm oil again on my buttocks. I move my feet apart. I feel
oil running down the crack over my anus, my balls. His hands knead my
buttocks gently. I move my legs further apart and get comfortable. My cock
is getting half hard. His kneading is getting slightly harder. I lift my
buttocks into his hands as he pushes down. He is massaging the tops of my
legs. His fingers brush my ball sack as they move round and back over my
thighs. He moves down my legs. My anus is contracting as my cock twitches
under me. I am fully hard. He reaches my feet and goes between my
toes. Then nothing. I lay totally relaxed. Ben breaks the silence.  'Worked
up a bit of a sweat here,' he says. I raise my head and look in the
mirror. His white shorts are now totally transparent, and sticking to his
big black jockstrap. He turns to his workstation and starts to take his
shorts off. He bends to pick them up and the two black straps frame his
dark anus. He turns back to face me. His jockstrap pouch is filled with
semi-hard meat. 'In your own time, turn over onto your back,' he says.

He comes over to help me. He stands at my waist and helps me to sit up. I
see him looking at my hard cock. The skin is pulled half back over the
purple head. It is covered in clear pre-cum. I look at his jock. His cock
is beginning to tent it. I reach round with a hand and feel it. I look up
into his face. His eyes are dancing and that smile plays across his
face. 'May as well take this off.or would you like to do it?' he asks.

I hop off the table. My cock is so hard that it points straight up my
abdomen. I come round behind him. I take hold of the jock's waist and pull
him to me. My cock slips on his sweaty buttocks and slips into his
cleft. He pushes back onto me. My cock slides under him and ends up between
his balls and his left leg. He sways back and forth, wanking my cock. I
just stand there luxuriating. I pull away from him and kneel down. He turns
to face me. I start to pull the jock down. He is fully hard now. His cock
catches momentarily on the front of the jock and then springs free. I pull
the jock to the floor and he steps out of it. His cut 10-inch cock waves in
front of me as he moves. I take it in my right hand. A small ball of clear
cum oozes from the piss slit. I lick it off. I feel his hands either side
of my shoulders, lifting. I stand up. Our cocks come into contact like
swords crossed before a match.

'If you will just come over there with me,' he says. He takes hold of my
cock and leads me over to the locker. The two doors open to reveal several
shelves of S & M gear, paddles, restraints etc., and also vibrators,
dildoes and butt plugs. I reach in and take a butt plug to look at. It is
violet and pliable. He starts to gently wank me. 'Is there anything else
you would like?' I take a 12 inch ribbed dildo from its place. He takes the
two items from me and leads me back to the table.

He places them on the leather surface and, pushing my neck gently, makes me
bend over the table. I put my hands out on it for support. He gets lube and
a rubber from his workstation and returns to pick up the dildo. He rolls
the rubber down the length of the dido and lubes it, whilst I watch him, my
cock twitching and pulsing.

He puts a lubed finger to my ring and gently inserts it. Withdrawn it is
replaced by the feaux cock. I feel the ribs on it as he gently pushes it in
a few inches then pulls it almost out. 'You OK?' he asks. He reaches round
me and takes hold of my cock.  Starting a slow wank he also starts to
piston the dildo in and out. Going deeper, it begins to excite my prostate.
My cock is so hard it feels it is near bursting. He lets the lube on his
hand help him to slide his hand over my cockhead, the outer ridge of my
helmet sliding across his gripping fingers. I am almost about to cum.

He stops with the dildo right up inside me. His hands massage my
shoulders. He leans in to my ear and says quietly, 'Almost over-did it
then. There's plenty of time.' He slowly pulls the dildo out of me, rubbing
my swollen ring to close it after it is out. He takes it over to the
workstation. Returning I feel him introduce the butt plug easily.  'Lie on
your back please.'

I straighten up, hands to the small of my back to ease the muscles. Ben
comes round almost behind me and rubs my hands away. I can feel his cock
slapping the outside of my right leg as he works on my lower back. I turn
my side to him and get hold of his cock. It is fully pumped up and
twitching. 'Up on the table,' he says with his smile ever present. I climb
up on the table. 'Turn on your side,' he asks. I turn towards him.  He
feeds the tip of his cock into my mouth. I take hold of his shaft, and my
other hand goes round to his bubble-butt. I pull him into my mouth. My
tongue swirls round his cock-head. He begins to hump my mouth. I wank his
shaft, rotating my hand as I pull it down to his trimmed pubes. The rim of
his cock-head scrapes against my cheek, my tongue. My teeth caress his
hardness. My spittle forms a pool under my mouth on the leather
tabletop. His hands now hold my head as he fucks in and out of my mouth. My
other hand reaches for, and gently squeezes and pulls at his balls. I can
feel his orgasm rising. His head is thrown back. He is thrusting at my
mouth. His pace falters and then his depth of fuckthrust lengthens. I can
taste his first ejaculation. Others follow as he pushes his cock almost
into my throat. He never goes too deep. I can breathe and swallow. His
spunk is almost in lumps, soft lumps. His thrusts become shallow, erratic
stabs. He stands still with his cock in my mouth. His head comes back
upright and he looks down at me. 'Fucking A,' he says, flashing that smile
again.

He takes hold of his cock and removes it from my mouth. It is still
hard. He gently wanks it. I roll onto my back, savouring his spunk taste,
my knees bent towards the ceiling. Ben walks round the table holding his
still-hard cock. He pushes my knees over so that I face on my side again,
away from him. I feel the butt plug being rotated, then pulled out. I move
my bum over towards him and the edge of the table. I now feel his cock
entering my stretched ring with ease. I suddenly realise that he has just
cum copiously in my mouth and is still hard to fuck my arse. I turn my head
and look to makes sure that it is still he. He puts both hands on top of my
hip and starts to fuck me with long, deep, immensely satisfying
strokes. Again I feel my prostate being stroked. My cock regains its
rigidity. After a couple of minutes he pulls out of me and goes down to my
feet. He pulls my feet as I slide my body down towards him. He holds my
legs in the air and again slips into my arse with ease. He holds my legs
apart and I support them, holding them behind my knees. He takes my rampant
stiffy and wanks me with determined, almost rough strokes. His cock pumps
right in to the hilt as his hand reaches the bottom of its stroke. The
rhythm is slow, but just fast enough to build my orgasm. I feel his flared
cock-head scrape up and down my rectal passage.  His helmet kisses my
prostate with each passing. His hand pumps in unison. As the first wad of
cum blows from my piss slit he thrusts deep into me whilst pulling my
foreskin down as far as it will go. Then he gives two quick pump/thrusts
and then another deep thrust/pull back as my balls send more cum splashing
into the air. I am holding the sides of the bed as my body ripples with
muscular spasms. Two more quick pump/thrusts followed by a deep slow thrust
and more spunk ejaculates. The way he is holding my cock makes my spunk
coat his chest. I feel that I can cum no more but he quickly strokes my
prostate again with his magnificent fuckstick. A final spasm wracks my
lower frame and then I call 'Stop! No more!'

He takes hold of my legs with his cock still in my arse. I let the tension
drain out of my tired muscles. He gently slips his cock out. I am suddenly
worried that I will vacate my bowels now that his cock no longer fills the
exit. Once more a hand massages my swollen sphincter to close it. I shift
back up the table. Ben's warm hands are applying oil to my stomach. His
slow, firm sweepings brush the aches aside. Then he is at my legs,
smoothing out the tightness. Then he is at my temples, using his thumbs on
the sides of my head, his touch getting ever lighter as I relax into near
sleep. Through the light mists I feel his mouth on my dick, cleaning off
the remnants of sperm. I lie under the black heat lamps. And drift into
sleep.


To be continued?

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