Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2009 14:34:33 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: Devon knows how they make them so creamy 5

Chapter Five

The Massage

	The effort of Jon's first Technicolor dream took more out of him
than he thought it would. But in the following days the machine made
adjustments to his mind seemingly to 'fine tune' the process, as, when Ham
suggested he try again and Jon showed little enthusiasm Ham suggested he
try something a little less taxing. Jon was also a bit embarrassed at the
thought of Ham knowing what had happened in his 'Rest and Recreation'
scenarios. Ham assured him that the fantasy subject matter was perfectly
normal for a boy his age, and that he had not been told exactly what had
happened by the machine in the Den, but because the two of them had a
telepathic link and he was able to sense the type of activity that Jon had
imagined for his pleasure.

	So Jon went down to the Den and, with Ham's permission, requested
of Tommy some more 'Rest and Recreation'. He had taken a moment to
consolidate his ideas as to this next adventure sas he wanted it to be
under his control. When he entered the room it was already set. The
Masseur, who was standing with his back to Jon, wearing a Roman style toga
that came down to halfway between his hips and knees, bade him to take off
his clothes and lay on the couch. A background, relaxing, non-descript
music was playing in the background. The air smelled of burning
incense. The temperature was about blood temperature, neither hot nor
cold. The lighting was low but not so low that when he turned Jon could see
the man who was to give him a massage - it was Ham.

	"Lay face down Jon for me first," he said. There was a hole with a
towel round it at the top of the couch for Jon's face to rest on, and a
hole half way down so that he did not lay on his cock and balls, which were
able to hang without any pressure on them.

	Ham gently warmed some aromatic oil in his hands before applying it
to Jon's shoulders. He gently massaged his neck, across the shoulders and
down his spine before stopping to warm more oil in his hands. Then he
started on Jon's arms, first the left from shoulder to finger tips,
following similarly with the right arm. Jon was gently becoming totally
relaxed and almost sleepy. Ham again stopped to heat more oil in his palms
before starting to massage Jon's feet. This was followed by the lower legs
where he not only massaged the legs but manipulated the knees, finishing by
leaving Jon's legs apart, his feet now placed at either corner of the couch
end. More oil and then Ham started on his upper thighs, first the outer of
the thighs then the inside, slowly moving higher and higher towards Jon's
balls. Jon could feel his cock starting to erect. Lying as he was he could
not reach to touch his cock. He just lay there and let it get thicker and
harder as the hands brushed up closed to his bum and balls. When they were
almost about to touch him there, Ham paused again for more oil, by which
time Jon was aware he was twitching his butt hole each time his cock pulsed
with hard desire. This time Ham poured a small amount of oil onto the base
of Jon's spine, the oil dribbling down the crack of his arse and onto the
back of his ball sack. Ham's hands caressed Jon's globe buttocks, one to
each of his hands, kneading and massaging them in such a way that every so
often his cheeks would be held apart revealing his pink twitching hole for
the gaze of Ham. Jon tried to time his clenching cock pulses so that Ham
would see his hole tighten when his cheeks were at their widest, and for
his part Ham held them apart longer and longer for his pleasure. Then, as
Ham poured a little more oil down Jon's crack, Jon felt (or imagines)
someone else's soft mouth begin to envelope up and down the length of his
straining stalk. Ham's hand slowly slipped from the base of Jon's spine
down the cleft, that Ham's other hand was holding open, until it was
sliding back and forth over Jon's crinkled opening. Over twelve times he
slowly sawed across the closed opening before Ham bent his middle finger
and slowly inserted it in.

	Once in up to the first knuckle Ham stopped a minute to allow Jon
to get used to it, before he started finger fucking the hole. In and out he
pushed and pulled with Jon lifting his bum up into the air so that he could
go deeper. Jon started to push back onto the finger, which by now was going
in and out the full length up to the knuckles. Even though Jon had raised
his buttocks into the air the mouth continued to swirl round the edges of
his glans. Then, suddenly, the finger was withdrawn and the sucking mouth
disappeared. Ham gently told him to roll over onto his back.

	Jon slowly turned onto his back. His stiffly erect cock pointed
ceiling-wards. Ham seemed unaware as he again started on Jon's neck,
shoulders, arms and chest. It was whilst Ham stood by his left hip to
massage his chest, Jon realised that his hand was being pressed on by Ham
as he leaned against the couch. Jon looked down the edge of the couch and
saw that infact Ham's balls were resting on the back of his hand. As Ham
went to fetch more oil, Jon turned his hand so that it was palm up. Ham
returned and his balls rested on Jon's palm as he leaned against the couch
in his work. Jon slowly closed his hand on Ham's balls and he rolled them
around inside Ham's ball sack, through the fabric of the toga he wore, Jon
was able to see a lumpy tent in the front of the toga fabric, and as he
played with the balls, Ham's cock slowly grew in stature, until it stood
out proud from his body, obviously big and erect. Ham said something about
it getting hotter in the room and again pulled away for more oil. When he
returned the toga had disappeared and Jon was able to gain a good look at
Ham's cock as he walked up to the couch. Again he plumped his balls in
Jon's waiting palm and Jon caressed them as he watched the cock jump
excitedly to his ministrations. All the while Jon's cock had remained like
a flagpole, and Ham took it in his right hand and ran it up and down Jon's
stiff pipe.

"I think I know what you need" he said and walked over to the sideboard
where he kept his oils. Jon heard a drawer open and closed and lay looking
at the ceiling as Ham down went to his feet. Pushing Jon's feet so that his
knees bent he then opened Jon's legs. Jon felt something push at the door
of his anus and then something cool slipped into him. Then it got thicker
as it slowly stretched his muscle there. Ham then lowered Jon's knees to
the couch and came round to Jon's right hip, His cock waving from left to
right as he walked. Jon had his hand ready for the balls to land in, but
Ham took Jon's hand and wrapped it round his cock. Jon immediately started
to wank it. Ham moved up to Jon's face and, as Jon turned his face to look
at this one-eyed monster, Ham took hold of his cock, pulled back the
foreskin until it jumped behind the glans which increased as he pushed it
into Jon's mouth. He slowly face-fucked Jon, who relished his cock and the
taste of it as it dribbled salty pre-cum onto his tongue. The butt-plug
that had been inserted continued to enlarge and stretch his manhole until
Ham withdrew his cock and again walked down to Jon's feet. Holding them in
his hands, Ham pulled so that Jon slid down to the end of the couch until
his bum hung over the end. With Jon's legs now straight up in the air, Ham
gently pulled the plug from Jon's arse and replaced it with his cock. Then,
holding Jon's feet apart, Ham pushed his rigid 12 inches deep into his
student. Jon felt the large invader fill him up to the point that he could
not take any more, but the next stroke seemingly went deeper, as did the
next, and the next. Then he rested letting Jon get used to the width and
length of his tool, before slowly fucking his boy with long, lazy strokes.

As Jon lay there he luxuriated in the many sensations that filled his
world. He could feel his ring each time the cock dragged the skin as it
passed in and out. He could feel the cock's foreskin bunch as the direction
of the cock changed inside him. He could feel the ridge of the uncovered
glans as it scraped his prostate on the way in and the smooth of the
foreskin as the cock was pulled out. He could feel his erection almost
bursting with blood. He could feel his climax slowly building. He could
hear and feel Ham's breath as he panted not with exertion but with sexual
excitement. He felt Ham's hands move to hold him at the top of his legs so
this man could pull the boy deeper on to his cock. He felt the speed
quicken, the increase of force as Ham's balls hit his spine. He could feel
the fucking cock grow even thicker as it prepared to wash his insides with
cum. He heard Ham grunt with the first deep thrust of his climax, followed
by the incredible heat of Ham's spunk as it was ejaculated deep inside
him. He squeezed his ring muscle to milk more out of this invading tube,
and was rewarded time and again. He felt the cock now slide easier past his
ring as it became lubricated with the cum which leaked out under the
pumping pressure of the cock pistoning in and out of his love tube. He
could feel this wonderful cock, the cock, the cock, the cock, and then he
was distracted from it by his own climax bursting through. He felt his hot
seed going through the pipes from his balls, burning up through his
impossibly hard cock. He felt the hotness of his cum as it splattered under
his chin, spraying onto his face, roping onto his chest. He looked down his
body with open, panting mouth and was rewarded with a shot of his own spunk
landing on his tongue. Ham stopped pumping the red hole in front of him and
bent down to lick the white spunk that was oozing out of it. Then he took
his cock round to Jon's panting mouth, which turned and let him feed the
spunk-streaked cock into it, to clean it for next time. Then Jon turned on
his side so both hands could hold the cock, whilst he licked its length and
head like an ice cream cone.

	Some minutes later, Jon felt totally spent and drifted into a semi
dreamlike state. He was not aware that as he lost consciousness, the couch
disappeared, but the sideboard and bottles of oils remained, as did Ham who
carried the limp form in his arms, out of the Den and up to the bedroom to
recover. This time Jon was going to wake up with a sore arse!

More to cum another day .....