Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 06:45:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Cameron <scooter_fiction@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Effective Therapy

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual language and
actions between males. If material of this nature offends you, or it is
illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any
further. This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people
or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practices
are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.

Please send your comments to scooter_fiction@yahoo.ca



Jason found it a bit odd that he felt nervous at a massage appointment.
After all, he was here mostly to deal with stress. His third-year exams
were coming up, and ever since elementary school he had "not tested well",
as his guidance counsellor used to say. Exams overwhelmed him. He couldn't
sleep, so he was too tired to study, which made him more anxious, which
kept him up. He had managed to get by so far on the strength of his term
work, which was superb, but exams were approaching again.

"Damn, Jason, I love you like a brother," his roommate said one night, "but
your exam thing drives me nuts. You toss and turn all night, you freak out,
and if you sort your books one more time I'm going to lose it."

"Nick, I'm really sorry, I've never been able to relax about exams."

"I've told you before - go see the RMT over at the athletic centre."

"I don't need massage," Jason complained, "I don't have any pulled
muscles."

"Dude, I go all the time because of football, but it's not just about
muscle strains. Lots of people go just to relax."

Finally he'd made an appointment. Jason's feelings for Nick had developed
over the three years they had roomed together, first in residence and now
in their own place off-campus. His early crush had turned into a one-sided
love affair, which Nick responded to with naive butt-slapping friendship.
Nick went through girls at a staggering rate - they hung out at the
football field and threw themselves at his muscular, tough-guy persona.
Jason watched, wanting something more for his roommate. Wanting something
more for himself.

So for Nick's sake he had called the athletic centre, and now, two days
later, he found himself sitting in the waiting area staring at a pamphlet
about acupuncture. He just hoped he could find some inner calm before
prepping for tomorrow's economics final.

"Jason?"

The voice from the doorway was deep and resonant, an "FM radio voice".
Jason looked up and saw a tall, tanned, muscular guy, late 20's, standing
with a clipboard. He was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to his torso,
and white cotton pants with a drawstring waist. He clearly worked out at a
gym - the arms were not thick but lined with muscle, one bicep wrapped
around the clipboard. His stomach was tight, and tapered up to broad
pectorals topped by broad, rounded shoulders. Jason could see at least one
ridge of abdominal muscle under the shirt. He wore his hair long, almost to
his shoulders, and had highlighted the brown with some light blond streaks.

"Are you Jason?"

Jason realized that he had been staring, open-mouthed. Shit, this wasn't
what he was expecting at all.  How was he going to relax around Captain
America here?

"Oh, yeah, that's me," he stammered. "Sorry, I'm new to this."

"Well, I think you're going to enjoy it. I'm Luke." The smile was easy and
relaxing.

They shook hands. Luke had strong hands, no doubt a product of his work.

"Come on in this way."

Luke led the way into a small room which was dominated by a massage table.
The lighting was turned low, and there was some quiet music coming from a
boom box in the corner. Sounded like flutes and guitars drifting around a
tune. The room smelled of spice, but what exactly Jason had no idea. On a
cart off to one side were a number of appliances. There was no window and
only one other doorway, a curtain covering what looked like a small
cupboard.  The big table in the centre was heavily padded, and covered with
sheets. The room was very warm and everything was earth-tones.

Luke closed the door behind him, and Jason suddenly felt nervous, in this
small room and not at all certain what was going to happen next. He
realized that he'd been looking for exits.

"Please take your clothes off and put them on that chair. Get on the table,
under the top sheet, and lie on your front with your face in the head
restraint over there."

Luke moved to the small table and began working with various bottles, his
back turned discreetly. Jason had an immediate problem. Should he leave his
boxers on? What did people do when they were getting massaged?

"Er, Luke, should I take off everything?" He felt a little foolish.

"As much as you're comfortable with. You'll be covered up at all times. The
more you take off, the easier it is for me to work certain muscles."

That didn't help as much as he'd hoped. Jason took off his sneakers and
socks, then jeans and t-shirt. He hesitated then, looking at himself in the
mirror. It would be a number of years before he really appreciated being
22. With relatively little work his body stayed in great shape. His abs
weren't ripped, but a six-pack was visible under a little softness. He had
very little body hair except a light coat on his arms and legs. The hair on
his head was thick and dusty brown, and he kept it spiked just a little.
Sure he wished his calves were a bit more muscular, his chest a bit
broader, his arms a little more, well, a little more like Captain America
over there. But while competitive swimming didn't build huge muscle, it
sure kept him trim. Glancing to see that Luke was still turned, he chucked
off his boxers, noting that next time he should remember to wear a pair
that didn't have holes. Then he climbed on the table and under the sheet.

"All ready over there?" asked Luke.

"As ready as I can be," replied Jason. The table was really comfortable. He
was face-down, his head in the padded, circular restraint. Every part of
his body was supported so he could relax completely. He couldn't see
anything except the floor below him, so he could only hear Luke moving
around. A warm hand touched his back, hesitated, moved to a new spot,
hesitated.

"Is there anything in particular that's bothering you Jason? Anything you'd
like me to spend extra time on?"

Yeah, thought Jason, I'd like you to help me get my roommate to go out with
me. Don't think that's what he means.

"Nothing in particular, no. I'm just really stressed about exams."

"Say no more - we get a lot of that this time of year. I can definitely
help." That voice was incredibly soothing, Jason thought. This guy could
put you into a coma. He felt the sheet being removed from his back and
folded over his butt.

"And I'm going to be using some massage oil, so don't be shocked."

Suddenly Luke felt warm, slippery hands massaging his upper back. The
sensation was incredible. The hands worked his muscles with incredible
skill, kneading and smoothing, pulling and stretching. Periodically they
would detect a muscle knot, and Jason would flinch, and Luke would dwell on
that spot for a while, working it out. The hands got warmer, almost hot, as
his back melted into them. Jason grunted periodically, but otherwise they
were silent, and Luke quickly got into a regular, hypnotic rhythm.

After ten minutes or so, Jason felt something else. His hands were down at
his sides, and the table was just wide enough for him to lie on, so his
arms and hands ran along the edge, supported but slightly overhanging.
Periodically as he worked, Luke's thigh would contact Jason's hand or
arm. At first it was clearly accidental. Then Jason noticed that the
contact seemed to be happening more frequently, and lasting a second or two
longer each time. Of course, it could simply be that Luke was leaning over
more to reach his mid-back. But even the thought that it might be
deliberate caused Jason's cock to thicken slightly under him. He couldn't
move his arm away, trapped as it was, but he found he didn't want to,
either.

Luke had been working his way down, and now his magic hands were massaging
and kneading Jason's lower back. Periodically he would move up onto the
gluteals, then return to the small of the back. Sometimes he used his
fingers to squeeze up along the muscle tissue, sometimes he used his whole
hand to spread the muscles outwards. Jason found it intoxicating. He was
more relaxed than he'd ever been. Thoughts of exams had completely fled his
mind, and moreover, when he thought about not thinking about them, he still
didn't freak out. Incredible.

Luke's thigh had now made permanent contact with Jason's left arm, and even
stroked him gently as Luke's body moved while he worked. Jason rotated his
arm a couple of times, to make it obvious that it was there and see what
happened. When nothing changed, he started to push back ever so gently
against the hard thigh. Luke turned slightly, and Jason noticed with a
start that he was now pressing against a firm cock. He debated with himself
whether that was true, or could it be something else? No, it was definitely
a semi-hard erection behind the white cotton pants. Jason's breathing
became slightly laboured, and his own cock ached as it tried to grow
between his belly and the table.

Luke moved down his body, and Jason felt let down that the cock had moved
away. Was it over? he wondered. He felt his left leg bent at the knee, and
his foot was placed against the broad chest. Luke started a long kneading
action down his leg from ankle to knee, working the calf muscles. Jason
loved it. He loved even more being close to this strong, warm body. The
physical contact made him feel cared for. He realized that this is what
RMT's DO, this is what he was paying for, but it didn't matter. He was just
going to enjoy it.

Luke finished the left calf and moved to the right. After a few minutes he
placed Jason's leg down carefully and moved back alongside.

"Okay, Jason, I'd like you to turn over on your back now. I'm going to hold
the sheet up, and you roll away from me. As you do, try to slide down so
your head is on the table."

This produced Jason's second uncomfortable moment of the session. He was
still hard. Not rock hard, but definitely swelled. When he was lying on his
back it would be clearly obvious. Then he thought, he does this for a
living, I'm sure he's seen other male patients get a little excited
before. Fuck it.

So he rolled over, and Luke repositioned the sheet. Jason could feel his
erection clearly outlined by the cotton material, but Luke had the grace to
ignore it. The cool air, and the thought of Luke seeing him made his cock
swell completely. Not only that, he could feel a small wet spot under his
butt where his precum had been leaking out before. The big man walked
behind him and removed the head restraint from the table. Then he gently
touched Jason's shoulders and chest with that same touch, wait, move action
from before, like he was getting acquainted with the body beneath him.

Luke moved back to Jason's legs, and started in on his quads. Kneading,
pulling, melting again, the muscles giving in willingly to his strong
hands. He positioned himself at Jason's side, and the younger man once more
felt a warm, slightly furry thigh against his hand. Jason's prick bounced,
and more precum oozed out the head, puddling on his abs. He slowly moved
his hand behind Luke's leg, freeing it up, and he stroked gently up and
down, making clear his interest, wondering if now Luke would stop him.
Instead, Luke's hands got ever higher, moving slightly closer with each
repetition to Jason's crotch. Jason felt that knot in the pit of his
stomach, that one he got when he knew something exciting was about to
happen, like reaching the top of the roller coaster. Eventually Luke's
fingers brushed across Jason's balls, and that lightest touch was enough to
make him gasp. Luke did it again a moment later, a bit more deliberate this
time. Then he just stayed on the nuts, gently touching and stroking them,
before reaching up and sliding his warm, oiled hand up Jason's hard shaft.

Jason had never felt anything like it. The anticipation, the lead-up, the
sense of security, it all came together, and absolutely nothing had ever
made his cock feel like Luke did right now. Never in his wildest jack-off
session had he produced the sensations he was now feeling. The hand behind
Luke's leg moved up and grabbed the man's ass cheek, holding on firmly
while his body quivered. Luke started stroking the immensely hard shaft, up
and down, the oil warming further with each passing moment.  Then, when he
thought that there was nothing in the world that could feel better, Luke
leaned over and licked his cock from base to tip in one long, smooth
motion.

"Oh FUCK," he called out, and Luke said, "shh" gently to keep the student
from alerting others at the centre.  Then he licked again, the same long,
slow motion. This time Jason managed to stay quiet, but only just barely.
He was grabbing at Luke's ass now, squeezing the firm, thick glute like it
was holding him up. Luke's magic hands stroked up and down, squeezing and
releasing, touching the tip and then sliding away. Jason brought his hand
to the front, and was delighted to feel Luke's hard cock behind the cotton
pants. It was a solid shaft of engorged flesh pointing down the man's leg,
and when Jason held it Luke let out his own gasp.

One part of Jason's brain was screaming at him to let this continue, to let
Luke stroke and lick him to a massive climax, to blow cum all over his abs
and chest. Another part wanted more, wanted to be taken by this big,
protecting man. He reached over with both hands and pulled Luke's boxers
and pants down in one fluid motion. The thick cock sprang out. The
circumcised head was covered in precum, and as the pressure was released a
large glob spewed from the end. Jason scooped it up, and slicked up the
hard shaft with his hand, mimicing Luke's motion on his own cock. Jason was
fascinated by Luke's cock, staring at it while he stroked, memorizing the
pattern of veins, watching the blood pump, feeling the raw heat of it.

With the grace of a dancer Luke hopped up onto the table, swinging one leg
over so that he was straddling the swimmer's chest. He slid forward and
held his cock, holding it over Jason's mouth. Jason looked up at the long,
cut prick, knowing exactly what he wanted. Luke slid his hand along the
shaft, milking out the precum, and it fell into Jason's waiting mouth like
nectar. Then he pushed the head in and watched his shaft disappear into the
student's mouth. Jason felt the heat, the hardness, the energy inside
him. Unconsciously he started sucking, pulling on the cock, wanting to make
it feel good, wanting it to stay in his mouth. He reached down and stroked
his own prick, hard as steel, lube pouring down over the shaft. He had to
slow to keep from cumming, his hand barely moving.

"That's a good lad, suck my cock," growled The Voice.

He reached down and grabbed Jason's head, and started fucking it up and
down on his shaft slowly. He remained motionless while the kid pinned
beneath him eagerly sucked down his hard meat.

Then, just as his own orgasm was approaching, he slid back, his ass moving
over top of Jason's spewing prick. He reached back and positioned the fat
head at his hole, then sat down and let the wet cock slide inside
him. Jason gasped as his cock was engulfed in a warm glove of velvet, utter
disbelief on his face that this was happening. Unconsciously he thrust his
hips upwards, driving his cock further up the ass held over him. Soon his
dick was thrusting in and out, his hard muscles undulating like he was
swimming a race.

"Oh... fuck... yeah... fuck... my... ass..." Luke grunted as his butt was
assaulted from below. Jason was lost in a haze of sensation, his mind
reeling, his breath in short, hard gasps. Luke leaned forward onto the
kid's big pecs and kneaded them like he was still performing massage. HIs
own cock bounced up and down with the motion, slapping his abs and then
Jason's over and over. The bodies slamming together rocked the table from
side to side.

Jason felt his orgasm building, churning his balls as he pounded up into
the hot ass above him. He put his hands on Luke's hips and used the
leverage to pull himself even further up, burying his cock deeper still. He
stared up into the deep green eyes and felt his consciousness blurring at
the edges, his life force completely focussed on his prick and the muscular
torso above him. Reading the look in his eyes, Luke put his big hand over
Jason's mouth just as the kid screamed out, "OH FFFUUUCCCKKK..." and arched
his back right off the massage table.

The pressure in Jason's balls exploded, and cum shot out his prick up into
the warm, wet ass, coating Luke's insides with hot cream. Jason felt
another shot, and another, his balls draining themselves up inside the
gorgeous body holding him down. His yells were muffled by the meaty hand
and he drew breath in frantically through his nose. Luke moved his other
hand to his own dick, and pumped the slick shaft. He leaned back, Jason's
cock still buried up his ass, and shot his own load. The cum arched up over
the kid's chest, a huge glob landing on his nose. The second shot poured
into Jason's mouth and he tasted the salty liquid flowing over his
tongue. The third shot hit his chin and dribbled down onto his chest. The
rest pooled on his abs, Luke's cock still pumping fitfully but completely
drained.

The two men lay there, exhausted, for several minutes. Luke could feel
Jason's cock slowly deflate in his ass. Jason had never tasted cum before,
he'd always been too scared to try, but the load that hit his tongue was
incredible. Finally Luke's quads got too sore, and he lifted himself back
to the floor.

"Shit...", was the most Jason could say, still on his back, the cum cooling
on his body.

"Well Nick," said Luke loudly, "I'd say he's comfortable with guy sex."

Jason's eyes went wide as he stared at Luke, trying to comprehend what he'd
just heard. Then a movement caught his eye, and he saw the curtain move
aside and Nick appear from the closet. He was completely naked, his cock
standing at attention, his hand still gripping it and covered with cum from
his own orgasm.

"Hey Jason," he said sheepishly.

"Nick told me you were coming over to see me," said Luke. "He and I have
been playing around during our massage sessions, and he told me how much
you mean to him, but that he was scared to try anything for fear of losing
you. So I volunteered to test the waters. I hope you're not mad at us."

All Jason could do for several moments was to babble incoherently. The
events of the past hour swirled through his mind like flakes in a snow
globe, the meaning of it all too much to comprehend. He stared up at the
two naked men standing beside him. Finally he jabbed his finger at Luke.

"You," he said in mock seriousness, "need a treatment room with better
soundproofing."

"And you," pointing at Nick now, "are going to help me prepare for my econ
final tonight."

He let Nick look alarmed for just a second before placing a hand on his
butt.

"And I mean ALL night."