Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:44:39 EDT
From: Alexcarbine01@aol.com
Subject: A Gay Massage 4

A Gay Massage 04

By

Alex Carbine



If you are underage, could be offended by, or this type of material is
illegal in your Country, stop reading. If you do not think you should be
reading this, don't.



I must apologise to readers who thought that the previous Chapter was 'a
bit lean' but I could only describe what I saw as I was not really
involved.  This Chapter describes what happened a couple of weeks later
when I had the time to return.



A Gay Massage 04


It was Friday. Knowing that I would only be working on the next Tuesday
morning I telephoned the Reception at the Gym to book a Massage for the
afternoon. This time I talked to a voice named 'Simon'.  'Hi, Si here ' he
opened, with the Si pronounced as 'Sigh'. 'How can I be of Service to you?'
I tell him that I had been massaged by Ben and had really enjoyed my visit
and would like to have another, similar, massage.  'With Ben you say? A
lovely young man. So good with his hands.'  Si drewled down the phone to
me. 'So good with everything he does,' I countered. 'Yes! As you say, so
talented. We have a lad by the name of Jason who has similar talents. Like
two peas from the same pod in that way they are. I will book you in for an
hour from Three, but leave the booking open ended. We are having a little
special function that evening you may want to stay for. We will be closing
at Five, but will be open to Customers by Special Invitation. A little
food, a little drink. A little fun. I have just pulled your details on the
screen and I see that you 'met' with Ben, oh and Andy as well!' 'Just in
passing,' I said amazed at the details he had, 'I think he liked what he
saw.' 'That could be it,' said Si, 'but we only have face-shots on the
files.' He started to laugh at that, and I realised what I had said. 'Your
invite is in the post now and will be with you Monday, Tuesday. Just show
it at Reception when you arrive. My name is Gerald, call me Jay. I am the
Owner. Let me know if there is anything we can do that you would like but
can't find. See you Tuesday evening.'

The Invitation flopped through me mailbox Monday morning, my name ink
written in a flowing Copperplate style. I had been 'Invited to a Special
Function, where 'I could relax and enjoy' amongst 'similarly minded
people.' I got that familiar tingle in my dick when I read it that evening
on my return home. The frisson of sexual excitement that charged through my
veins whilst I had my bath, cooked a meal and even while I watched
television that night, kept my cock stiff in anticipation.

Tuesday morning passed in a blur. My mind was definitely
elsewhere. Thankfully I did no harm, and by Twelve was back home. I had a
haircut on the way home, a light lunch followed by a scented bath at
home. I dressed in freshly laundered and dry cleaned clothes and was at the
Gym for Two Thirty. I walked in through the doors and stopped in my
tracks. There was a lady at Reception. I had never really thought that
there were any women at the Gym as I had only seen men. Then I remembered
Andy's remark about 'Ladies Pilates' and the girl netting rubbish in the
pool. 'And why not?' I asked myself. I put best foot forward and went up to
the desk.

'Hallo. I'm Jane. How may I help you?' she asked with a smile. I looked
down at her, taking in the Gym's Uniform of almost transparent white nylon
over black underwear.  I knew that she would be wearing the regulation jock
strap but the desk hid it. 'I'm Alex and I'm booked for a massage at three
with Jason,' I answered. A few keystrokes on the keyboard and my booking
was confirmed. 'Do you know your way?' she asked, standing up. 'Yes,' I was
right about the black jock strap, 'I know my way'. She gave me my locker
key and I started to go for the door behind her, then remembered the
Invitation in my breast pocket. 'Oh, Jay asked me to hand this in when I
arrived.' I handed the Invitation over to her. 'Jay gave this to you?' She
smiled a broad smile at me and nodded, then sat back at the computer
terminal and typed.  'Everything is in order,' she said as she turned back
to me. 'Enjoy your stay Mr Carbine.' Her eyes dropped momentarily from my
faced to my crutch then back up to my face. 'I am sure you will find
everything to your taste,' and then put her head to one side slightly. I
smiled, turned and went through the door into the changing area.

I removed the towelling robe and fluffy towel from the large locker that my
key opened, undressed, carefully folded my clothes and put them with the
towel into the locker. I put the rubber band with the key on my left foot
and went to the showers.  There was not a soul about. I showered with the
mildly scented gel from the wall dispenser, and then stepped into one of
three new drying cubicles. When the warm air had dried me I went into the
Pool Room. There was still not a soul to see. Background classical music
played almost invisibly over the water. The door at the end of the poolroom
going to the Massage Rooms opened and a Member of the staff strode across
the non-slip tiles to me.

He was wearing the Gym uniform that I had expected to see. White 'T' shirt,
and shorts made of almost transparent nylon. White sports shoes. And a
black jock strap.  Even at a distance I could see it was an incredibly full
black jock strap. He had almost reached me with a few strides and his hand
was out for a handshake as he said 'Hallo, I'm Jason,' when it struck me
that I had met him before. It was horse-dick from the steam room last
time. His body was evidence to his weight training. His muscles rippled
with every movement. I shook his hand. 'Hallo, I'm, Alex.'

His size of his hands hinted as powerful but the shake was gentle, his skin
soft. 'I think we have met before,' I said. His head went to one side and
he said' I don't think I have massaged you before.' An easy smile spread
across his face. 'No. We met in the Sauna about two weeks ago.' The smile
spread wider. 'I hope I was well behaved,' he said. 'Yes, you came over
very well,' I answered. 'Shall we...?' He asked and gestured to the Massage
Rooms door. I followed him into the corridor.

We did not go into the room that I went into with Ben, but into the room at
the far end of the corridor. Furnished similarly, it had floor to ceiling
mirrors on two walls, the massage table, leather sofa and locker, as well
as the masseur's work station and sink.

I stood by the table and he came up behind me. His hand went round my chest
and I let him slide the two parts of the robe apart as he helped it off my
shoulders, to hang it on a peg on the wall. He returned to stand behind me
as I stood naked, watching us both in the wall mirror. I saw my dick at
half-mast; freshly shaved pubic area so there was no hair, and the glint of
my pewter cock ring that encircled the base of my cock and behind my
balls. His hands ran lightly down from my shoulders, along my spine to
finish in a caress of my butt cheeks. Very quietly he said in my right ear,
'on the table please Mr. Carbine. Face down please.'  'It's Alex,
Jason. And it's quite warm in here, if you want to make yourself
comfortable please feel free.' I climbed up onto the table, stopping
momentarily on my knees, knowing that he could see that from my hanging
balls to my anus I was clean of hair as well. I settled down on my front,
arranging my cock to point comfortably to my navel. Before I settled my
face into the towel-surrounded hole in the table I looked across to see
that Jason had removed his 'T' shirt and was currently removing his
shorts. He had his back to me so I could not see how big the black pouch of
his jock strap was. But I had seen his horse-dick and balls before and a
shiver of excitement ran through me. I put my head down, relaxed my arms,
opened my legs apart slightly, and heard him approach the table.

His large, warm, soft hand caressed the oils across my shoulders. Lavender
stroked my brain. Standing at my head he drew all my tensions out of my
neck, my shoulders and top spine. His touch was talented, magic. He came
round to my left side and worked down my left arm and hand. Nothing was
missed. Then to my right side. The same magic was worked. He started gently
kneading the muscles on my lower back, buttocks and upper legs, leaning
into the table for support and to steady himself. He moved himself slightly
and I felt the fabric of his support pouch brush the end of my
fingers. Laying on my front the backs of my hands lay on the table, my
palms towards the ceiling. He moved along up the table slightly towards my
shoulders. His balls placed themselves in my upturned hand. I lay there
feeling the underside of his stretched jockstrap pouch move against the
palm of my hand whilst he swayed as he lightly massaged my bum cheeks. The
little finger of his right hand rubbed against the ridge between my balls
and anus, sawing across my ring like a violinists bow, as he worked on my
upper leg. For about a minute he rubbed like this as he massaged me, then
he moved on down my leg to my feet. Next he was holding my right leg below
the knee and bending it back to stretch the knee joint. Tucking my right
foot into his armpit he lifted me as he stretched the joint. For a couple
of seconds I was lifted off the table. When I was returned my semi-erect
cock was now trapped pointing down towards my feet. It was not
uncomfortable, but I knew Jason could see it now. He massaged my right
foot, then, standing at the foot of the table he arranged my feet and legs
to be as far apart as the table would support. His hands reached as
surrounded my right buttock. He slowly drew them back toward his body. The
fingertips of his left hand stroked over my brown crinkled ring one by one,
lubricated by the oils he was using. Then the little finger of his left
hand was on the back of my ball sack. Still his hands slowly drew back
towards my feet. His little finger almost scratched its way along the
thickening shaft of my cock. Then his two hands in concert slowly travelled
either side of my right leg to the foot. He came to stand by my left side
and ran his hands down my spine. I realised as I almost shivered with his
touch that I had become as taut as a bowstring. Then he started on my left
leg.

Massaging my upper left leg his left little finger gently jabbed my balls
and rigid cock whilst it played across my ring. I could not control my
reflexes as it twitched to his touch and I could feel my pre-cum oozing out
of my helmet slit. Again he moved so his fabric-retained balls dropped onto
my up-turned left hand. This time a grasped his package and worked what
felt like rugby balls with my fingers. He stopped for a moment whilst I
toyed with him, and then continued as before down my leg. Again the knee
stretch, lifting me off the table, but this time, because I was bar-tight
hard, my cock returned to kissing my navel when I was laid back on the
table.

Jason went over to his workstation for a moment and returned to the foot of
the table.  Again he positioned my feet as wide as the table would allow. I
then felt his finger on my ring. Then I could feel him pushing in. He asked
if I was OK and I just nodded.  The pushing sensation continued slowly. I
realised that it was not his finger by a thin butt-plug. When it reached
the 'T' bar end he made sure that it was snugly in. I lay there drinking in
the warmth of the black heat lamps above me. Then he was standing at my
head saying, 'It's time to turn over.'

With his help I managed to raise myself onto all fours. I could then look
at his lunch pack. The pouch of his jock strap was made from several pieces
of smooth fabric, sewn together to form a shape so that it appeared to have
been specially tailored for his needs. Who knows, maybe it was. I knew how
big his cock and balls were, having seen them before at close quarters. I
have had several dreams about his enormous helmet hosing gouts of spunk
over my face as I hold it, wank it, aim it.

I straighten my back so that my torso is upright, resting on my knees, me
proud cock jutting its 10 inches out and up, my foreskin drawn two thirds
back over the purple head by the lengthening caused as it pumped to its
full sexual throbbing extent.

'Do you want to lie on your back now?' he asked me. I could see his own
cock was stirring in its nest. 'Do I have an option. Can I lie on my back
later?' I asked back. I reached down and cupped his balls with my left
hand. I looked in his face. He nodded.  'There are always options,' he
said. He helped me down off the table and we stood face-to-face,
chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock. I knelt on the heated tile floor. His jock
pouch seemed filled to overflowing. I pulled the waist band floorwards with
both hands. The fabric stretched out as his half hard cock hinged downwards
inside the fabric. I continued to pull the jock down until his cock broke
free and jumped up into my face, almost hitting my chin. The jock dropped
to the floor as my hands closed around his shaft. I could feel him make the
cock bounce and pulse. I could almost see in my mind's eye his sphincter
clenching tight shut as he made each muscle spasm.  His cock was now
pointing upwards by my right cheek. I stroked both hands up and down the
monstrous shaft. Pre-cum dribbled down onto my thumbs and then dripped onto
the floor. I looked up at his face. He put his hands onto his hips and
steered his cock until it touched my lips. I opened my mouth and licked
under his helmet, where the little stretched piece of skin jumps from head
to shaft. Pre-cum flowed onto my tongue. I closed my mouth to an 'O' shape
and put it to the tip of his glans, sucking the piss slit for more of the
clear liquid. I swallowed my reward. 'I'll have to loosen you up you know,'
he said. I reached behind me and withdrew the thin butt-plug from my
anus. 'You can start with a bigger one of these,' I said. 'Only after we
make sure you are clean,'

Back up on the massage table and lying on my back with my knees drawn up,
Jason inserted a little black nozzle attached to a bag of warm, clear
fluid. I had not had an enema since my time in Hospital some years
previous. I felt the warm fluid transfer into my anal canal, and Jason
asked me to keep it in as long as I could. He stood waiting with a special
bowl and towels. After about two minutes I could hold the fluid in no
longer, warned Jason and then let it go. With towels and wet wipes I was
soon clean everywhere, but more importantly, I was clean inside as well. As
he worked I watch his reflection in the wall mirror, especially his wand of
a cock waving from side to side as he walked. With the enema over and the
equipment taken away, he then went over to the locker, opened the double
doors and surveyed the contents. He selected an item. Showing it to me I
saw it was another butt plug but with the refinement that it could be
inflated to a selected larger size, by pumping it up with an attached air
bulb. Jason quickly covered it with lube and, with me on my hands and
knees, inserted it easily into my squeaky, clean butt. He handed me the
bulb and said, 'It's up to you now!' I gave it a couple of experimental
pumps and felt the plug inflate inside me, and more importantly stretch my
sphincter. 'Can I get you anything' Jason asked, then went off to get a
coffee at my bidding. When he returned with my coffee I had moved to the
leather sofa and was sitting along it with my knees bent, leaning against
an arm. The plug was sticking out along the seat between my cheeks. I had
given it a couple more pumps whilst he was away, and gave it two more
before taking the coffee mug from him. My ring felt as though it was being
stretched to its limit but I wanted to at least try and take Jason's
immense cock. When I asked him he was proud to tell me it was 7 inches
round and 11 inches long, and I thought it looked about 2 inches in
diameter. My mind being what it is I could not help working that into
Metric Measurements. He was 18 cms round, 28 cms long and 5 cms thick.

I sipped the hot coffee and gave the occasional pump, but now it was
becoming a trial.  Jason went to the locker and brought out various
gear. Some stainless steel chains and a large shaped piece of leather. He
could see how I was looking at the chains and laughed. 'Don't worry. It's
not bondage or anything.' He hooked the chains onto hooks on the ceiling
that I had not noticed until now. Then the thick black shaped piece of
leather hooked onto the chains, forming a body length swing. He adjusted
the height until it swung at his waist height. I suddenly understood what
he wanted to do with me.

Jason went to the locker and picked up a giant rubber cock and came over to
me at the sofa. Holding the rubber cock next to his own I could see that
they were about the same size. 'If this can go in, I can follow,' he
said. I opened the valve and the butt plug deflated to its original
size. Kneeling on the sofa seat, with my arms and elbows supported on its
back, Jason withdrew the now little plug and tried to insert the manlike
rubber cock dildo. Even with plenty of lube it was still stretching my ring
to its limit. But Jason could see it was going to go in and told me
so. Then I felt cold on my hole as he sprayed something onto the outside
and into my open arsehole. He then took the rubber dick and applied it to
my hole. I could feel him pushing it in, but there was hardly any
pain. Looking at the wall mirror I could see that it was half in and the
other half was disappearing into me as I watched. I felt very full up, like
needing to take a dump, but it was not uncomfortable. Suddenly I felt the
rubber balls on the dildo up against my own balls. I had taken not only its
diameter, but also its length.  'Time for the real thing,' said Jason
taking hold of his tool.

Slowly he withdrew the rubber cock, being careful when he finally took it
out. I stayed as I was and he came up behind me. I felt his cock touch the
edges of my hole and then slide in. Once in an inch or so he stopped and
checked I was OK, and then pushed himself in further. My own cock had
slackened over the previous minutes, but when I felt his cock slide into me
it stood up again to attention. I could feel his enormous helmet scraping
up and down my love tube as he surged deeper and deeper into me. Then he
retreated and pulled himself out. 'That was just to show you that you can
take me.' He held his glistening cock in his hand. 'Now you get into the
swing.'

Standing at the end of the swing I hauled up on the chains and sat back
into the swing.  Laying on my back and pushing with my feet I soon got
comfortable. I slipped my feet then into a stirrup on each end chain. I was
now laying comfortably on my back, with me head and shoulders raised so I
could see down between my legs, which were being held apart. Jason came and
stood between my legs. I could feel his hard cock bumping against my cheeks
and then it slide into the groove. Jason held my hips and pulled me onto
his spike. I felt his cock slide deep into me, and then he pushed me away
and his cock almost slid all the way out of me. By pulling and pushing me
in the swing he was able to control how deep he fucked me. Thus, with the
minimum of effort he was able to fuck me, and I was able to take him.

Holding onto the chains by my head I looked down but could see nothing of
his cock.  He reached up and pulled down a hinged mirror from the ceiling,
and adjusted it until I could see his length sliding in and out. The
numbing spray he had used had worn off, but I felt no pain now. Only the
warmth of his cock inside me, and the electric shock that his hard ridge
around his helmet gave me as it flicked and slid over my pleasure spot,
deep in my arse. I watched as my rock-hard cock waved back and forth, side
to side, as his monster pushed it around from inside me. I reached down and
started to wank myself, my hand slipping up and down its length, lubricated
by the pre-cum that had been forced out of it. I wanked myself in time with
Jason's thrusting. Time passed as we laboured leisurely. I noted that over
ten minutes had passed on the wall clock before Jason showed signs of
cumming. I had held myself on the brink for several minutes. He was looking
at me when he said 'I'm almost there.  Do you want me to come in you or
over you?' Without hesitation I told him I wanted him in me when he
came. He repositioned his hands on my hips and speeded his tempo, thrusting
deeper and faster. I matched his rhythm, and 30 seconds later gasped 'I'm
cumming,' as I wanked myself to completion, my spunk streaming out of my
cock and all over my chest. The contractions of my ring several times as I
pumped myself dry set his climax off and I felt the sudden flow of his
spunk, like hot lava. I could see in the mirror above him his length
pulling out streaked with his cum, which in turn was scraped off by the
tightness of my ring as he powered himself back in again. Just as he had
taken his time to fuck me, he took his time injecting his white sticky cum
into my bum. Finally his balls produced no more and he withdrew his cock. I
watched as his cum fell out of my hole to the tiles when he pulled out his
stopper. He gave me a wry smile and confided that it had been some time
since he had had a fuck like that. He helped me out of the swing
harness. My muscles had almost stopped working. Back on the table he gently
woke them up again. Twenty minutes later I was in my towelling robe,
walking slowly back to the shower room. I showered again alone, and made my
way to the Customer Lounge, where I found various Staff setting up tables
for a cold finger buffet. Jane, today's Receptionist came over to me with a
package for me. She assured me that it was for me and that I should open it
now, so I took myself out of the way and sat down. I opened the colourful
envelope and drew out the contents. Firstly I read the letter. 'Dear
Alex. Just something for you to wear at the Party Buffet. I am sure you
will like it, and it wouldn't do to have any part of you other than your
hands touching the food.  Regards Jay.'

I opened the second package and gave a little laugh as I unfolded a black
jock strap, and it was my size!



The final Chapter will be the Party. Do I write it or not? It's up to you
the readership.  Let me know by e-mailing me your comments to Alex
carbine01@AOL.com