Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2011 00:08:25 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Four. Massage Me

Massage Me

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Four.

Massage at the Sauna.


	I was in a Sauna, I forget where, in the North of England, that had
a separate corridor for the 'Rest Rooms'. I had already been in most of the
areas of the premises, having come off the street over an hour ago, when I
came across this cul de sac of cabins. Part way down this secluded, low lit
alley there was a man about my age, half in and half out of a cabin
doorway, a towel round his middle, folded to become a 9 inch pelmet
(23cms), almost like a nappy. "Want a massage? I have baby oil," he said,
calling softly to me.

	 'Why not,' I thought and walked into his cabin behind him. The
lighting came from a low wattage blue/purple strip light, the type that
public toilets use to discourage drug takers as it is hard to find a vein
in this colour of light. There was a notice on the wall asking 'Patrons not
to use Baby Oil, as it is difficult to wipe clean'. I nodded to the sign
and got a "Fuck them" as a reply. I had to smile at his honest attitude.

	The cabin was made up of a plastic covered mattress on a wooden
bunk along the wall and a bit of space to it's side, a wire basket screwed
to the wall containing condoms and lube sachets, a simple chair under which
was a waste-paper bin for said condoms and sachets after use, and a door
with a sliding lock. I removed my towel and he grunted when he saw my 6
inches (16cms) jutting out softly from my body. I was wearing a ½ inch (1
cm) wide cock ring of pewter. The man held his hand out to shake mine with
a "Peter" and he nodded as I replied "Alex". Introductions over, I lay face
down on the towel he had laid along the bed. My 6ft 2ins body just fitted
the length of the bed, when Peter had moved a zip-up bag onto the floor.

	He had an almost professional touch, but truthfully, what was I
expecting? As he worked up my body from my feet, I was aware that he spent
a lingering time massaging my buttocks, but I was not surprised as I had
positioned my legs as far apart as the bed would support so he could see my
cock ring, my balls and cut cock-head beneath my shaven hole. He took his
time.

	Eventually, using liberal amounts of the banned baby oil, he moved
up my spine to my shoulders and neck. "Would you like to turn over now?" he
asked. To turn over I had to sit up on the bedside, before laying on my
back. As I sat their I saw that he had removed his towel and it now hung
over the chair with mine. He now sported a 9 inch (23cms) circumcised
erection, the shaft about 7 inches (18cms) round. He took hold of my
similar sized cock and I took hold of his. We mutually slid our hands up
and down what we were holding, before his other hand pushed my shoulder to
lay down on the bed.

	I lay on my back, my hands behind my head, my cock pointing up
towards the ceiling, jerking back towards my umbilical as I clenched my
buttock muscles, waiting for his next move. "Do you fancy some of this?" he
asked holding up a variety of plugs and dildos into my vision, that he had
taken from the zip-up bag on the floor. In reply I simply bent my legs and
drew my feet up to my buttocks, holding my globes apart to reveal easy
access to my ass hole. He held up a not-very-thick butt plug and I
nodded. "Let's start with that," I said, and he smiled.

	Anointing it with baby oil, he twisted it as he pushed it in. It
went past my sphincter with ease. "Good," he said nodding and smiling at
me. He showed me the next plug. It was one that expanded as you pumped air
in from a bulb. He pulled the first plug out and replaced it with the next,
placing the bulb pump in my left hand. "See how big you can take it to," he
said, settling on the chair to watch me pump and the neck in my hole to
expand, in close up. Leaning forward he started stroking his cock, his hand
sliding in the slippery baby oil. I could feel his breath panting on my
balls. I lifted my feet so he could have an unobstructed view.

	This was not the first time I had played with an inflatable plug,
and I pumped quite a few times until I could feel my ass getting
'tight'. With finger and thumb I wound closed the air valve, and then held
my cheeks apart for his appraisal. He took hold of the air line and gave it
a tentative pull, realising that it was so big in my bum that it would not
come out in a month of Sundays. He released the air valve and let it
deflate before pulling it out.

	Having slackened my ring he next presented a flesh coloured
imitation 'John Holmes' cock, a realistic monster of length, girth and
veins. I gave him the 'OK' and felt it at my entrance. Peter eased it in
gently but firmly, and once the head was in, the rest followed
comfortably. He used both hands until almost 2/3 of it had disappeared into
my guts, and then he came round to my shoulders and, with one hand he
maintained pressure on the dildo, and with the other he wanked his cock,
just inches from my face. I opened my mouth to take it but he did not
respond to my invitation, just let me push an inch or so of my invader out,
and then pushed it back again, all the while wanking his cock in my face.

	I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He looked down at my face and
smiled. "Yes, that would be good mate, thanks." He withdrew the faux Holmes
and I sat up before getting off the bunk. I took a condom out of the wall
basket, tore it open and he let me roll it down his length by putting it in
my mouth and he sliding his cock into it as it unrolled on my pursed
lips. Then I bent over the bunk side and he stood behind me.

	As he pushed himself in, I pushed myself back at him, resulting in
him getting all of himself right in to the 9 inches hilt. I leaned on my
elbows on the bunk, he had his big hands on the top of my buttocks, and
levered himself in and out, to begin with. Then he put one of his hands
round my hip and started to wank my cock as he shafted me. I stood upright,
my arms out straight in front onto the wall, and with my legs far apart so
he was just at the right height to get himself fully up, in from behind,
still wanking me. It felt marvellous. I could feel his flared cock-head
reaming up and down inside my fuck tube, the skin around my ring being
dragged in and out even with the oil lubricating his stiff shaft still. I
clenched my sphincter muscle onto his cock to increase the feeling. His
grunts became more laboured and noisy.

	Then he stopped wanking me and his hands went back to holding my
hips. I flopped back to leaning on my elbows again and he went into
overdrive as he pounded my hole, his body slapping into mine at the bottom
of his strokes, making a sound like you get slapping your stomach. The
force of his thrusts, drove my head onto the wall, and I had to cushion his
strokes with my hands against the Formica wall or suffer head damage.

	He was now almost shouting "Fuck, God Fuck, Oh Fuck," as he pushed
in deep into me and then he suddenly went in deep and stayed there, his
body convulsing as he held me. He must have lost of taken off his condom, I
did not care which, for as his whole cock expanded almost rhythmically, he
shot load after load deep up my ass. I felt the heat of his cum as he
sprayed it, time and again. Then, still holding me close, he seemed to
almost pass out momentarily, hanging on me before regaining his stance and
stepping away from me.

	He flopped back into the chair, his whole body gleaming with sweat,
his hair glued to his scalp. "Fuckin' hell," he panted. "I ain't never cum
like that, mate." He closed his eyes, then said "Cor fuck mate! Sorry about
the condom." Then I think he realised I had not cum myself. "Would you mind
wankin' over my face?" he asked. "I'd love to see you cum." "Only if you
fuck my ass with that dildo again," I said. "I've got one you wouldn't
believe," he said and reached into the zip bag, snaking out a perfect black
rubber replica of an erect horse's dick.

	Holding it, I estimated that it must have been more than 24 inches
(60 cms) long and the helmet on it was at least 9 inches (23cms) round and
2½ inches (7cms) across. I tried to get it into my mouth and could
not. "What do you think Alex? Can you take it?" he asked me. Now I had seen
photos of guys taking things like that, but had never tried myself. I got
up onto the bunk on all fours, and Peter leaned in behind me.

	With his help, he was very gentle, and my ass had had quite a
battering from him previously, he put his oiled fingers into my hole,
managing to ease himself in up to his knuckles on one hand. Checking with
me he then pushed and managed to get his whole hand in, his finger tickling
my prostate gland, making me twitch furiously and dribble copiously on the
towel under me. This was my first attempt at having my ass fisted, and I
found that it was not a bad experience at all. Pulling himself carefully
back out again I was then able to stand back on the floor, and Peter
introduced the horse cock to my open hole. Without too much fuss I was able
to envelope it, feeling the black rubber horse penis drive upwards, the
ridged veins on the shaft stretching and rubbing on my sphincter flesh. I
reached round behind myself and was able to hold the shaft as it jutted out
of my bum, the end covered with a towel because it was slippery, and
resting on the mattress.

	When Peter sat back in the chair again I was able to wank my
hard-on and fuck my ass at the same time, moving my body back and forwards
on the horse cock that we had now jammed between the mattress and the
wooden bunk top, as it was that long. The whole feeling was incredibly
erotic and I was soon splashing ropes of cum over Peter's nose, eyes and
hair, as he stared down the slit of my cock whilst it spat at him. When I
was finished he helped me get off the cock, and massaged my hole as it
finally was able to close. He packed his toys away, downstairs in the
lockers for safety, and then we went to the showers, where he washed me
down lovingly gently. We sat and had a coffee in the lounge as I felt
feeling return to my battered bottom, then said our 'Goodbyes' and went our
separate ways.

	Peter, if you read this by any chance, drop me an e-mail, or any of
my readers, please contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com to leave comments and
suggestions for future stories.