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The Massage

Carl Chapman

    Tony knocked on the door and a thin looking blonde-haired man with a slight bulge in the belly, wearing blue jean shorts and a white t-shirt answered.
    “You must be Tony,” he said. “Come in.”
    “And I take it, you’re Paul,” Tony responded.
    “In the flesh.”
    Tony noticed that the inside of the living room was dark with candles helping to light it, he guessed to help create a soothing atmosphere. There was also a smell of lilac in the air.
    Upon further inspection, Tony couldn’t help but see the large portrait of two nude men in an embrace on the center of the wall just above a dark blue sofa. Man, he must not be too worried about what people think of him, thought Tony. He’d never have the courage to display something like that, no matter how visually exciting it was. The men in the photo were both excellent physical specimens that women would love to have sex with, let alone a gay man.
    Yes, I’ve come to the right place, he thought.
    He wasn’t sure from the ad whether the massage therapist would be straight or not, but the presence of the picture answered this question.
    This was his first time with a male massage therapist, and of course inwardly this is what he was hoping for. Not only a massage therapist, or masseuse, who was gay, but one who performed more than just a standard massage.
    “So, you want the ninety-minute VIP massage, is that right?”
    Yes,” answered Tony, looking at the massage table in the room, which was hard to not notice, since it took up most of the living room space.
    “Okay,” said Paul, “Is there anything special I need to work on today?”
    “No,” responded Tony, “I just need to relax.”
    “No problem. Just get as undressed as you feel comfortable and either go with or without the cover sheet, it’s all up to you. How about we start with you face down. Just place your head in the cradle to the point that you’re comfortable.”
    With that, Paul left the room for him to get undressed.
    Paul hadn’t asked him for money up front, so perhaps he’s wrong about the type of services Paul offers, he thought. As he undressed, he kept checking to see if there might be any hidden cameras. He’d seen massage pornos shot with hidden videos, and he wasn’t in any hurry to end up on a porn channel for all the world to view, at least not until he lost more weight.
    Feeling as confident as he could about the situation, he took off his clothes and once completely naked, got up on the table, deciding to go without a sheet to cover him.
    Let’s see what will happen without, he thought, as he relaxed face down on the table, placing his head within the cradle for his face. The view from the cradle limited his view to whatever walked by, which from his past massages was mostly a view of the massage therapist from their feet to their hips.
    When Paul entered the room, Tony noticed that he paused for a moment as he seemed to be checking out his naked body. He then noticed the sheet as Paul tossed it aside onto the couch.
    Okay, no problem being naked without any covering, thought Tony. This meant things could progress past just having a massage. Then he noticed, from his limited view, that could see Paul’s bare feet, but no shorts, just a pair of speedos and that was it.
    After a moment, Tony took a chance. “You know, you can get as comfortable as you want as well. If you want, that is,” he said, curious as to what might happen next.
    After a moment he saw the speedos drop to the floor, and he was staring directly at a semi-erect circumcised penis that he calculated might be six inches in length once excited. He also noticed it wasn’t a thick as his, which considering what he had in mind, might be a good thing.
    Now that they were both nude, he understood this was not going to just be a massage and Paul was indeed gay, or at least bi, and he was about to experience something he had not experienced before.
    He felt Paul’s hands as they gently began massaging his feet, sliding his fingers between each toe and gently, but firmly, kneading his soles. At times, he slid his hands further up, stroking his calves and thighs, stopping just short of his ass before sliding back down. Periodically, he felt Paul’s erect penis, as he moved up and down his body. Already, he could feel an erection of his own coming on. Paul continued sliding his hands up and down his calves. Massaging first the right leg and then moving over to his left leg, each time his erection making slight contact with Tony’s feet as he moved about him. Paul continued stroking both of his legs up and down in slow even strokes. Periodically, he could feel Paul’s penis methodically slide up against his feet as he worked his fingers up and down along his naked body.
    “Is that coconut I smell?” Tony asked.
    “Yes, I use coconut oil. That’s okay, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, I like it.”
    “Good.”
    Paul continued working with his hands, slipping his oiled fingers up and around his thigh and calves and resting on his feet with his fingers separating his toes. He pulled on each one and stretched it. Tony could hear a subtle pop with each toe pulled.
    Tony closed his eyes. This was nice. Quite sensual.
    Paul then continued working up and down Tony’s thighs, sliding his fingers ever closer to the forbidden zone for a massage therapist, but not a sex worker. Each time he slid his hands up his thighs, Tony could feel Paul’s fingers move closer and closer to his balls, briefly touching them in a feather like motion as his glided up and down his body and around his thighs and to the side of his hips, all done lightly and methodically. At times, Paul would knead his flesh like one making might when kneading dough to make a pie, then he would switch to apply long even strokes that excited him to the point of erection. He’d never found anyone except sex workers capable of doing what Paul was doing now. Odd, that the women he dated never seemed to have the abilities of those he paid to have sex with. Why was that? He wondered.
    After a moment, Tony felt the table move as Paul lifted his body onto it.
    “Let me know if I do anything you don’t like, and I’ll stop.” Paul said.
    “I’m fine,” replied Tony.
    “Good. I’m glad.”
    Soon, he felt Paul straddling on top of him, applying oil all over his back and ass, then sliding his whole body up, down, and all around his back and ass. Paul’s cock felt as if it were fully erect now, as it slid up and down on his body, occasionally slipping between his butt checks and resting there. There was so much oil, Tony thought Paul would slip off him at any time; however, he had to admit that the sensation was quite intense and stimulating. He had never had this sort of full body rub before, although he had seen it done by women in porn videos and he had to admit that just to watch it done was stimulating. Experiencing in the flesh, as it were, now took it steps further. Paul would have no problem entering him with all that lubrication, Tony thought, and had to admit, he hoped.
    Tony’s erection was now on full alert. He couldn’t remember ever having been this sexually excited, even when having sex with a woman. God, he was so hard right now.
    Soon, Paul’s cock was sliding up and down his crack, and Tony had to force himself to not turn over to face Paul and then slide under him so that he could wrap his legs around him, like a woman would a man as he dominated her and took her. He wanted to kiss him. Grasp him. Hold him and have him enter him. Become one with him. He knew inside that this desire for men had always been there, and that he was more than likely what they called a bottom, but he could never explain why.
    Before coming in the door, Tony understood this would be his reaction to this situation should it happen. Why he knew, he couldn’t say, he just knew. Even with his female partners he had often taken a sub position, making sure to satisfy his partner orally, or by hand, first. For some reason, pleasing his partner was important. To not please them left him depressed, like he’d failed in one way or another. All he wanted to do now was for Paul to screw him until satisfied, and then perhaps Tony would screw him in return. Although, that part wasn’t as important. All that was important in this moment was that Paul orgasm inside him. He just knew that he had to feel Paul inside him.
    As the sliding of Paul’s penis continued up and down his crack, Tony felt its tip pause for a moment at his entrance, and all he wanted to do now was tell him to go ahead and thrust himself inside. He waited and closed his eyes for what he was certain was about to happen, and then Paul did it. At first it was a little tentative, just a slight push, and then a little more, and finally, Paul’s penis slid deep inside of him. Tony was right, with the all the oil it was quite easy and there was no pain at all. Once inside, Paul thrust a little harder and Tony felt Paul enter him all the way to what must have been the hilt of his penis. The rush was incredible.
    Then something happened. Tony found himself no longer on the table. He was on his bed in his own home where he lived when he was younger. It was dark, with just enough light to see the outlines of objects and his favorite swimsuit model posters on the wall. From his vantage point, he could see the closed door, and he feel the weight of a body on top of him. The body was doing the same thing as Paul. The body was shoving its penis back and forth inside him. But this penis was much harder, larger, and the sex more forceful. As if the person on the other end was using the moment to free themselves of an inner fury. As if he were doing his best to inflict pain.
    Tony tried to push this body off of him, but was unable to, and every time he tried to tell him to stop, this hidden entity forced his face down onto the pillow so that he can barely breathe, and each time he tried to resist, the thrusting became more fierce and painful.
    Tony was crying now, which made the body above him thrust into him even more furiously, pushing into him harder, harder, faster, and faster. Its weight not allowing him to move or get up. Tony was terrified but also stimulated. He had an erection. Was he enjoying this? Did he ask for this? Why did part of him like this, while another part of him wanted it to stop? Just what was happening to him?
    After a time, the body above him orgasmed and did a final thrust inside of him that felt as if its penis might come out of his very mouth. Upon pulling out, Tony could feel the cum draining from the body’s penis that had just dominated him. After a moment, the body on top of him spoke to him.
    “This didn’t happen. Remember that. You say anything and I’ll hurt you. We don’t have a dad here to protect you, there’s only me.”
    With that, Tony felt a hard slap on his butt, and he remained frozen in place until he heard the door open and close, then he rolled himself over into a fetal position on the bed and began to cry, but still his own penis was hard and he felt as if he himself might cum at any time, all he would need would be just a little stimulation, which of course, didn’t come, and he couldn’t quite work himself up to handling the task on his own. Not now that is, that would come later in life when it seemed to him that he could never stop masturbating. Never stop getting sexually satisfied. Never be able to be fully satisfied until...
    Returning to the present, Tony sensed Paul was about to orgasm and felt him spasm within him, his penis hard then slowly growing flaccid after the mad rush. Paul rested on top of him, his arms cradling him like a lover might at the end of lovemaking to assure the partner that this was more than sex, this was a connection. A joining of two souls as it were. Tony now knew what it was that he craved and why. Paul raised himself off Tony and helped him to turn him over.
    Paul, now standing next to the table, was smiling as he looked down at him, until he noticed the tears in Tony’s eyes.
    “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Paul asked, as he removed a condom.
    “No, I’m fine.”
    Keep it together. Just stay calm, Tony thought, as he noticed a slight tremor in his right hand.
    “You can do me now if you want.”
    Tony looked into Paul’s blue eyes and imagined his older brother’s deep brown eyes, and how when angry they turned black, like they did whenever he came for his evening ritual. A demon in the darkness. And all this time, he thought those moments were nightmares. Little did he know that the nightmares were only the beginning of a living sexual dreamscape that had indelibly etched itself into hsis psyche and would never leave him.
    “That’s okay,” replied Tony. “I think I’ve had enough for the day.”
    “Are you sure?” Paul asked. “Let me finish the massage, jerk you off, or do oral if you want. Don’t you want to get off?”
    “No, it’s okay,” responded Tony, as he felt his flight response kicking in.
    “Look, I’m sorry, I thought you—”
    “No, it’s not that,” responded Tony, doing his best to reassure Paul, and not give anything away. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me, this is what I wanted when I came in here. It just took me someplace I had forgotten. But it was a place I needed to go that I’ve been hiding from for a long time. At least now, I know why I came here. Don’t worry, I’ll be back, and next time I’ll go first.”
    “Okay, if, you’re sure. I have a shower if you’d like to clean off the coconut oil.”
    “No, that’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll shower when I get home.”
    Paul’s expression registered disappointment.
    He wants to continue this in the shower, thought Tony; a lover who wants to be sure their partner has received pleasure as well. He certainly knew that feeling, and even reconsidered the shower suggestion, as he felt his flight response slowly subside. But no, he told himself. He had experienced enough for one day. That little trip down memory lane was far more than he bargained for. He now knew why he had triple locks on all his doors and why he feared the darkness so much. This massage had answered questions that had been troubling him for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t help but this that subconsciously this was the exact reason he came here in the first place.
    Yes, this had been an enlightening experience.
    Before leaving, he made sure to leave a large tip for Paul. Paul had done more for him than all his trips to psychologists and psychiatrists combined. After this session, he wondered if he’d even need his meds anymore. He guessed only time would tell.
    One thing for certain, he thought. The next time he ran into his older brother, he’d be sure to repay him for that special attention he gave him when the two of them were alone together in his room late at night.

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