Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2017 07:40:19 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Capitol Massage 3

Capitol Massage 3
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com


A year later, Biff received a telegram telling him his father died. This
was a total surprise and he set of to his home tow hey neede water that
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I had to take over the mornings and I split Biff's massage clients with
Roger. Roger normally worked three days a week. He came in an extra day. I
added a doorman, Tommy. He was Jack's friend and helper. He was a brick
mason like Jack, but he had been injured and couldn't do heavy labor. He
was big, friendly and well over six feet tall. He wasn't very smart, but he
served as a door man and guard. He was always there first thing in the
morning to greet the early crowd.

Biff's absence gave me a chance to meet the early morning men. These men
were different from our usual massage client. At one time a man was either
a boss or a laborer. Most of the morning men were teachers, accountants and
bank tellers. There were some small contractors, waiters, electricians and
plumbers too. These men were skilled and educated and needed to be
presentable. A bath in most homes was a major event. In most modest homes
the kitchen stove provided hot water that was carried in buckets to the tub
for the weekly bath.

We had a boiler to provide hot water and it was continuously available. We
provided all the work and effort of a bath. The city could be hot and
dirty. A shower bath was a pleasure at Capitol Massage, not an ordeal.

There was one group of men who ran in, showered and went to work. They paid
a small fee. There was a second group that took their time. They arrived
shortly after six and had to be at work by eight or nine. They had an hour
or so of spare time and soon made acquaintances and friends.

Biff understood that once the steam room was hot, it cost almost nothing to
keep it warm. He provided massages for some men, but others entertained
themselves in the steam room. Most of our customers had never been with
other naked men. All of them wore towels, but these were prone to slip off.

Biff often wore a towel, since he often checked the steam area for men who
stayed in too long. He had an ability to wear his towel with a little bit
of his pubic bush showing. You could see the outline of his cock under the
towel too, especially if he was slightly excited and the towel was damp.

Biff was a good-looking man and that helped with our clients. He cleaned
the rooms regularly. Sometimes he mentioned to the clients that he didn't
like sticky stuff on the floor or walls. Biff had a policy of never
noticing erections. This created a relaxed atmosphere.

Major Davidson visited and I told him of Biff's father's death, He asked
how Biff was taking it. I said that I didn't think they were close but it
was shock. The Major said he would send a telegram. He came with a man he
introduced as a retired Naval Captain. I asked if they wanted a
massage. The Major said that he would wait until Biff returned. The Captain
said he was interested.

The Major went off to work and I showed the Captain the locker, shower and
steam rooms. I told him I would be ready for him in 20 minutes. He appeared
on time and sat on the massage bench The Captain's name was Zachery
Dulaney, but he asked me to call him Zac. He wore a towel, and I could tell
he had been a muscular man in his younger days. It did not take long to
realize that he knew of Biff's extra services. The Major was always
discrete and reticent about his sexual interests but he must have given the
Captain some hints. Zac lived in Boston, so in Philadelphia he was well
away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. He was careful, but interested.

The first half of the session was all massage, except for a few slips of
the hand. I noticed Zac was smiling after one of these "slips." As a Naval
Captain, he was used to being in charge and he made the next move.

"I heard that Biff was a good masseur and he also knew how to get a man to
relax," Zac said. "He provided a deep massage."

"We do provide some special services some times," I said.

"Are these services expensive?" he asked.

"We don't charge for extra services," I said. "If Biff thinks his client
will benefit from extra attention, he will provide it if he has the time
and inclination. His clients seem to enjoy him."

By then, Zac was well over half staff. I noticed that. he saw me looking at
it. "Are you offended?" Zac asked.

"When you are a masseur, you never are offended by a man's body and its
physical responses to the massage," I said. "These responses are varied,
but all are normal."

"Have you ever been shocked?" he asked.

I smiled. "Cocks have a limited range of responses.  I've seen them all," I
said. "Most men think it is an emotional reaction, but often it is
physical, at least at first."

"At first?" he said.

"We all know that the eyes, nose and ears are sensory organs," I said as I
stroked his cock. Polite people never mention the cock as a sensory
organ. It feels. We all know the ears transmit the sound of beautiful music
to the brain." I stroked him again. "The cock's pleasure is so intense that
what begins as a physical reaction, turns into intense emotions. These
feelings turn into a drive.  It is lucky that this drive is short lived and
soon things return to normal. It's like a lightning strike, very bright,
but short lived."

"Sometimes it is too short," Zac remarked.

"I may have some ways to make it last longer," I said "if you are
interested."

He told me that he had some experience as a young man in the Navy.  It had
not been a gentle, pleasant experience.  Despite that he wanted more.  Zac
liked the bottom but he was a Captain; he had to top. I got him back on the
table, face down. After oiling his ass, I massaged his hole with my
finger. His sphincter eventually relaxed, and I caressed his prostate.

"Oh, that's good," he moaned. "You are good at this."

"It is time to intensify those feelings," I said as eased my cock into
Zac's willing ass, massaging his sphincter. He was tight, but when I popped
though the obstacle, he grabbed the flared edge of my cock head tightly. He
had a firm grip, but I pushed in to ram his prostate. When I touched it, he
lost his grip and moaned. I lingered there before pushing deeper. My cock
tapers some and when I was deeply embedded, the thick base of my cock
re-applied pressure on his nut.

"Are you over stretched or over filled?" I asked.

"Not at all," he whispered.

I began to thrust, but I never pulled my knob out of his ass. It was always
on the dark side of his sphincter. He squirmed, shivered and moaned. When
he began to beg me to finish him off, I pounded harder. He shot off just
before I did.  It was good for both of us. He was relaxed and happy.

"Did that bring back good memories?" I asked.

"No," he replied. "It was much better than I remembered. I lost control; I
am embarrassed I enjoyed it so much."

"Count yourself as lucky. I lost control too, did that bother you?" I
asked. He smiled. I assumed all was well. "Some men can't fully enjoy the
sensations. They are worried about what others might think."  He thanked
me, and left.

The Major and the Captain associated with other men of a certain
taste. Most of these men were members of elite men's clubs.  The Major was
always reticent about his inclinations. Captain Zac was less so. He was
also what was called a "fine figure of a man," and more masculine than the
dandies pictured in stylish magazines. No one would suspect his
inclinations.

He recommended me to some of his closer friends. Private clubs are
selective, but everyone in the club knows each other, their families and
family trees. Capitol Massage wasn't clannish.  Our clients didn't
necessarily know each other, or if they did it was casual and informal. No
one knew your family or associates.

Two weeks later Zac came to see me with a friend, Appleton
Galway. Appleton's most notable feature was blandness. He was the sort of
man you forget, except for his impressive, inherited wealth and his
obsession with butterflies. It seemed that his wealth was not enough to
attract even a gold-digger. He was timid and shy.

I don't think he would have visited me except for the Captain's forceful
personality. Zac told me that Appleton was a virgin, and he needed someone
gentle to introduce him to life's pleasures. "I am a bit too rough and
ready for him. I told him that wasn't part of my job. "Just do what you
can," Zac replied.

Zac stayed with us and surprised me when he was comforting and supportive
of his friends. Zac could be tender. I told Appleton that Zac may have
given him the wrong impression, that I only did massages. He got on the
table and I started massaging his upper back.

"Zac told me I was inexperienced," Appleton said. "We did some things. They
seemed good, but I don't know if they were good."

"Did they feel good?" I asked.

He nodded. "My parents died in a train accident when I was an infant. My
maiden aunts raised me. They were very careful and religious. They were
afraid I would be exposed to bad influences so I had private tutors at
home," Appleton explained. "The Captain told me that while I was a superb
student in Greek and Latin, I am sorely lacking in other experiences."

"Do you regret that?" I asked. "If you are happy, all is well."

"I was satisfied," he said. "I was with the Captain in the pool at the club
and he touched me in a private place.  I liked that. He touched me again
when we were in the shower after we swam. I made a mess. Zac cleaned it up
with his towel. It didn't seem to bother him. I was afraid of what
happened, but I think about it continuously."

"I think that happens to just about every young man when he discovers
sex. You are older, but I think it is natural," I said.

"What do they do about it?" he asked.

"They do it more and enjoy it," I said. "It is a normal part of life." I
accidentally bushed his cock with my hand.  I was a genuine accident, not
an exploratory gesture. He was hard a second or two later. I smiled. "All
of your equipment seems to be in working order."

"This is what happened before," he said.

His cock had seemed small relaxed, but was more than adequate hard. "Are
you going to shoot off?" I asked. He nodded. I leaned over and took his
cock into my mouth.

"It's too much," he moaned.

"Just relax and enjoy it," Zac counseled. He rubbed his friend's shoulders.

I stood up. "I have a rule, I tell you when it is too much. You aren't a
good judge of the possibilities," I said. "If things work out right, you
will feel some wonderful things you have never felt before." I returned to
his cock and he shot off seconds later. He shivered, shook and moaned, but
he didn't stop shooting. I kept sucking after the main orgasm and coaxed a
few more ejaculations from him.

I hadn't swallowed it all, when Zac kissed me. It wasn't a romantic
kiss. He wanted to tale Appleton's seed. I think Appleton was shocked, but
he became a regular client.

Sometimes I would sit with the morning men and chat. There was one place in
the new steam room that gave me a view of the entire space. As I talked I
saw men in the more distant areas playing. I didn't react and just talked
with the men nearest me. They believed either I had terrible eye sight or
was open minded like Biff.

I noticed that after 8:00 AM, the early crowd dispersed, and those who
remained could be a little more intimate. My first massage clients came at
11:00, so I could sit in the steam room and relax. When I sat by myself I
noticed some regulars at the other end of the room. A little later one of
them, a man named Dooley, came over and sat next to me.

"You are the boss man here?" he asked. Dooley was gruff and direct man. I
nodded. "My pals and I like it here. It's nice and relaxing. You watch us
all the time. Would you like to join us or are you a watcher?"

"I am relaxing, not watching," I said. "Am I cramping your style?" I
rearranged my cock and balls under the towel. The towel slipped
open. Dooley noticed. He smiled and scratched his balls.

"You are well equipped," he whispered. "Biff said there was a rule about
sticky stuff on the floor. Do you know about that?"

"I made the rule," I said. "Does it offend you?"

"I'm not too partial to it, but one of my pals likes it a lot," Dooley
said. "He's over in the corner. Would you liked to meet him?"

"Does he take it flying through the air, or straight from the spigot?" I
asked.

"He likes the spigot best," Dooley said as we walked to meet his pals. By
then Dooley's towel was over his shoulder. I wondered if that was the sign
that things were alright. The pal in the corner was Fergus, a short,
muscular man. The other friend was called the Otis. We chatted a little and
Fergus began to lick Dooley's cock. Five minutes later every spurt of
Dooley's sperm was in Fergus. Not a drop hit the floor. It was neat, quick
and pleasurable.

Fergus looked at me, but I told him I was saving it for later. Fergus then
took care of Otis.  Dooley and I shifted a little to screen them from the
door. Dooley told me that he was a cop who walked the beat in our
area. Fergus was the night clerk at the police station. Otis was a
Unitarian minister. I didn't know anything about Unitarians, but he was a
good man.

A week or two later, Major Davidson and Zac connected with Dooley and his
friends. They were from greatly different social backgrounds, but I knew
they shared common interests.  Zac and Dooley enjoyed man sex and admitted
that to themselves. They seemed to have a missionary's urge to help men who
had the urge, but thought it was shameful and degrading.  I don't know if
this was due to charitable tendencies, or their personalities. Both men
thought they were always right. If they liked it, it had to be good.

They were aggressive and strong men, leaders, not followers. Zac had a
remarkable sense about men and he seemed to know instinctively who shared
his inclinations. Dooley was a classic, hard man with a soft heart. A close
friend of his killed himself because of the threat of exposure. In Dooley's
view, he had been a good man and a credit to the force. That was his
highest level of praise.

I worked with them with certain men. Dooley and Zac were aggressive and
lacked the subtle touch. They recognized that men's private parts are
delicate and tender. Their sexual instincts were to be enthusiastic. One
might think that the more delicate approach was for mild mannered men like
Appleton. I have encountered thin, small men would could take a horse cock
without difficulty, and big bruisers who have trouble with a pinky finger
up their hole. Careful and gentle was the rule until you learn a man's
limits. Dooley might start gentle, but he would soon get carried away.

Biff could help when he returned, but he was much more skilled at oral
services. I was the master of more tender areas. Otis, Dooley's friend, was
helpful too. He was skilled at calming fears and worries. He was a sensible
man. He had been at many deathbed scenes and had to calm the family of the
deceased. He told me that while the character of the deceased was often
problematic, there was no reason that the family should be distressed.

Otis was a firm believer in the "do unto other as you would have them do
unto you," Biblical directive. He told me he had never done anything to
another man that he would not have willingly had done to him. He was
exceedingly open minded in sexual matters, except anything that did harm to
others.

Both Zac and the Rev were perceptive men and they selected men
carefully. As is the case in most matters sexual, self-interest plays a
role. This was not as much of a problem in this case since my friends had
partners or favored playmates. Davidson shared his house with his cousin
Will, a rather countrified distant cousin. I later found out they were not
related.  I had noted that Zac and Dooley got along well. This became more
than just getting along. Dooley was often very direct. He told me that was
tight with Zac, but once and a while they were both interested in others
for recreational release. They were not continuously searching for men.

When they found one, they often brought him to the Capitol. It was a safe
place to explore his sexual options. There might be three weeks or a month
between finding a needy friend. Dooley was at the Capitol several times a
week. Zac was here weekly, and the Major every 10 days or so. The major and
Zac often found upper class men in the clubs and brought them to the
Capitol.

As a policeman, Dooley often found men in compromising situations. He
didn't want to arrest them, but he knew that a warning had little effect on
a sexually driven man. These men came from every social class. He sent them
to the Otis for guidance. Otis was a widower, and lived a quiet life in a
secluded house. He would bring the men to us.

Ernst Hoffman was a typical man who came to us. He was a 30-year-old
watchmaker for a well-known jeweler. He was an immigrant for Germany, with
no family here and limited English skills. Dooley found him sucking a cock
in a poor neighborhood.

Otis brought him the us. Of course, Ernst liked what he saw, especially
Biff. He sat with Otis and met some other men. Ernst became excited in the
showers, and his towel couldn't hide the excitement in the steam room. It
took him a while to realize his erect cock made him popular.

Philadelphia always had a large German population. Otis introduced the

m to Ernst. Several patrons, Wolfgang, Karl and Siegfried spoke
German. They were somewhat older men, but they enjoyed the company of a
younger German man with a semi-erect cock.

I was a little worried that Ernst would be offended by the attentions of
the older men. In some ways, Ernst was looking for father figures who could
guide and protect him. The men were pleased and flattered by his
attention. It did not bother him that their attentions often focused on his
genitals. Wolfgang and Karl were well equipped.

Several weeks later, I was with Otis and Ernst when Dooley visited with
Fergus and Zac. We clustered in a corner and talked. Fergus was eager to
serve the men. He took care of Zac. Ernst thought he was expected to serve
Dooley. Dooley surprised us all by sucking him. Not only did he suck, he
took Ernst's load.

I watched the expression on Ernst's face as he shot off. I am quite sure
that Ernst had never had an older man take his seed.  Dooley did not
swallow the load; he fed it to Otis. He obviously enjoyed that.

It was also good for Ernst. He had sucked his German friends, but stopped
short of eating their loads. Dooley's action was the seal of approval for
Ernst to suck his friends to completion. Their friendship grew closer.

Dooley was a good man who tended to be kind. He had a skill at turning sex
partners into friends. He was gruff and every inch a policeman, but one of
his friends said that once you took his seed, you felt differently about
him. Ernst was just one of the men he helped.

I discovered that sharing an orgasm connected me to a man. I certainly
enjoyed both penetrating an ass and then exploring my playmate's dark
places. I could tell when my cock turned from being an invader into a
favorite guest.  The brief moments while he climaxed were important to
me. Many men moaned and twitched as I fucked them.

I sometimes felt him become tense as he approached the climax. Once and a
while I could feel small contractions just before the first ejaculations.
He was experiencing his most intense pleasure a man can possibly feel, and
my cock was both inducing it, and the honored guest at the event. It was
beautiful.