Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 14:53:52 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Big Warm Hands, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Encounters

"Big Warm Hands, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Encounters


$$$ Oh yes, what was it you were going to do?  Oh yes, that's it--a
contribution for Nifty.  Today's the day, you will be happier.

*** This story is reserved for individuals above the age of eighteen.  If
you do not fit this description you do not have the author's permission to
stay and read it.


A few years ago I was traveling for my company and I found myself in a
western city whose name I shall keep under my hat otherwise you may all
rush there and try to find that sauna and that guy I described.

I had driven my usual 500 miles for the day and the road sign advised that
I was nearing the exit for city where I intended to visit a few customers
and also try to make a few calls on potentials.

Although I am only twenty four years old my muscles, especially in my ass,
get stiff from the driving position all those hours.  I was glad to pull
into a well known chain motel and register.  It was only four thirty PM.

My room looked like the usual motel room I occupy on these trips.  There
was nothing special except a card on the desk advising the sauna hours.  A
sauna would be perfect after the long leg of my trip.

I undressed and put on the terry robe provided by the management and headed
to the basement where the sauna was located.  There was no at the desk so I
just grabbed a towel from the stack there, took off my robe and entered the
womb of the dry sauna.

I sat carefully on the hot tile shelf and looked around.  I was not
alone. directly opposite me was a youngish guy, maybe thirty or so.  He was
very tall, perhaps six feet six.  Slim and long legged.  He had a long
triangular face topped by a mass of reddish curly hair.  He wasn't good
looking but rather his humorous mouth and wide blue eyes gave an attractive
total.

"You just got off the road, huh?"

"Yelp," I said, not looking for conversation, planning on drowsing in this
womb of a room.

"A salesman, huh?"

"Yes, how did you guess?"  I noticed he had a very warm, deep voice that
made one comfortable to hear it.

"Well, it's too early for a nine to five worker to be here.  In about a
hour this place will be nearly full."

"Do you come here often?"  Oops, that sounded like a gay opening that I did
not intend.

"I live in town and try to make it a few times a week at this time when it
is empty or almost empty."

I lapsed into silence as my neck was killing me.  I scrunched around trying
to ease the stiffness.

"I get the same thing from long driving trips.  I can relieve you, I'm a
trained therapist.  May I show you?"

I nodded, why? I can't imagine.  It just seemed the right thing to do.

He stood up.  His head almost touched the tile ceiling.  His long arms were
relaxed at his slim sides and at the ends of those faintly muscled arms
were large hands.  He could have played baseball with a mitt.

He was naked as I was.  His body was almost hairless except for a patch on
his narrow but strong chest.  He was smiling with excellently white teeth
as he said, "Please stand up."

I did and he asked me to turn my back to him.  I did, but a felt oddly
vulnerable with my ass exposed in his direction.  I got a perky one.
People had often remarked about it.

A moment later I could almost feel the warm of his close body as he stood
behind me.  I flinched a bit when his big hand grasped my shoulder near my
neck.  He had found the exact spot that was aching.  I let out a contented
purr before I could stop myself.

"Yes that's it," I said in a blurry voice because I was in a spell of
animal contentment from his massage.

He continued and found other places on my lower back that were stiff.  I
was like a cat getting petted.  I murmured with pleasure.

"Good boy, enjoy this, I'll get you relaxed completely."

I let the good feelings roll over me until a suddenly realized, to me
embarrassment that my prick was stiff and pointing toward my belly.  I
hoped he didn't notice it since there was nothing I could do to hide it.  I
did put both my hands in front.

The cover up was effective, especially because my back was to him but his
deep muscle massage began to mutate into a more caressing mode and it was
getting my prick very excited.  I guess a was making sounds that betrayed
my pleasure--grunts and oh's.  Suddenly his mellifluous spoke into my ear.
It was a combination of an urging tone coupled with a slight commanding
edge.

"Turn around please."  He accompanied this request by actually grasping my
shoulders and turning me toward him. He looked down at my crotch area.
"With boys here.  Need to cover up."  He grasped my hands and pulled them
away.  Two things happened.  The first was that my dick got longer and
harder immediately from his stare and secondly a blushed scarlet across my
face and chest.

"You should be proud of it--it's a beauty."

And I, now seemingly reduced to a ten year old, puffed up my chest in
pride.

"The problem is that it is needy.  See how it is flexing in discomfort.  It
need some attention.  Shall I try to make it better?"

"Yes," I said softly.  Half of my brain realized that I was being stupid
giving in to this stranger, but the other part was yearning to have him
touch me.

I involuntarily closed my eyes as I felt his warm hard lift my pulsing cock
up from my belly.

"Don't...someone might come."

"It's worth the risk.  What's your name?"

Funny, we were being so intimate and he didn't know my name.  What a whore
I was, but I whispered, "William."

"I'll call you Bill, better yet, Billy.  My name is Bob."

As he said his name I felt his large fingers surround my prick.  It was so
gentle, I had to think about it before I could sense his grasp.  I moved a
bit to get the feeling.

"Don't be greedy, Billy, you get what you want just be patient."

But it was a bit maddening as his hot, slightly rough fingers loosely moved
a bit over my shaft.  I heard myself say, "Good."

"Sure it is," said the deep, soft voice in my ear.  "You love it and I love
doing it."

He began an almost imperceptible steady movement up and down my shaft
except that his large thumb, on the upstroke, would wipe across my cock
head.  I was now in full moan from the exquisite treatment.

Just then we heard the squeak of the door as through my passion narrowed
eyes I saw a young guy enter.  He was about college age and wore a marine
style haircut.  He was muscled like a college wrestler and walked like a
jungle animal across the tile floor to take a seat in the upper level
bench."

I had moved to the corner of the room to hide the truth of our activities
but Bob seemed unfazed, "Hi Riley, I can be with you soon.  Billy here
needs some attention first."

This "Riley" called back in a manly voice, "No prob.  I need a treatment
badly but I can wait until you're finished with...er Billy."  Then he
addressed me to my embarrassment. "Hey guy...er Billy...you got the best
there is there.  Have fun."

I sure didn't like getting all this "treatment" so public and I shut the
kid out of my mind as I whispered to Bob, "Can we pick up where we left
off?"

"Sure," Bob said in a soothing voice "I'll bring you to the cum of your
life."

I heard Riley let out of snort from the upper bench.

"Does he fuck?" called out Riley,

Bob answered, "Maybe he has the cutest ass in the Western Hemisphere, maybe
the world.  But I think he is up for my treatment today, nothing more."

I had impatiently prodded Bob's lean side with my sock and he got the hint.

"Impatient boy," but Billy was gratified to feel that large, warm, dry hand
resume its steady rhythm up and down but gently.

"Slow and steady wins the race," said Riley from his perch.  "Don't I know
it."

Billy sags against Bob's bony shoulder, he could hardly stand from the
overwhelming effect of this exquisite treatment.

"You got him going," observed the boy wrestler unnecessarily.

Bob whispered in my ear, "You like a little ball handling?"

"I guess," I said.

Riley had left the upper steps of the sauna and was suddenly near Billy.

"You like your tits touched?"

"Not sure," he hoarsed out.

"Let's see."

He reached out his smooth finger and flicked it across Billy's right tit.
It erected painfully immediately.  Billy's eyes rolled upward from this new
sensation.  He never knew men's tits were like a woman's.

Riley said to Bob, "He is some hot boy and a beauty too.  Look at his big
blue eyes and red hair.

Bob nodded and began to slip his hand under Billy's ball sac.  He hefted
them gently.  Billy began bucking like a fuck movement.  Bob said, "Slow
and easy wins the race, settle down girly."

Just then the door burst open and a tall, slim figure entered.

Bob and Riley greeted him.  "It's our ever loving Fong.  Hey man, we have a
prime ass for you to rim."

End Part One