Massage Therapy

As Jon entered the next room, he couldn't help but feel as though he had stepped into a different world. The change in atmosphere was palpable - gone were the cold, hard concrete floors, replaced by plush carpets that caressed his feet with each step. The scent of vanilla hung heavy in the air, filling his nostrils with a warm, welcoming aroma that invited him in. And he was not alone - he had found company in the form of a man lying face down on a massage table.

The man's naked torso was exposed, save for a towel draped over his lower half. Jon's heart immediately went out to him - how long had he been waiting? The thought of the man wandering the steam room and locker room, searching for his clothes only to come up empty-handed, tugged at Jon's empathy. He felt both lucky and selfish for having found the clothes, but knew that the man on the table should have had first dibs.

As he approached the table, Jon couldn't help but wonder how long the man had been there. Perhaps he too had fallen victim to the staff exodus that had left the spa in chaos. He spoke in a soft voice, mindful of waking the man if he were asleep.

"Been waiting long?" he asked.

"Long enough. Took you enough time to get here," came the gruff reply from the man, who remained face down.

Jon could understand the man's frustration - if he had been waiting as long as the man had, he too would have been upset. But as he gazed at the practically naked man before him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Perhaps he should give up his clothes for the man. But he loved his clothes - the way the g-string hugged his body, the way the high-heeled boots made him feel powerful and in control. He couldn't bear to part with them.

And then an idea struck him. Grabbing a bottle of warm massage oil from a nearby stand, he asked in his soft voice, "Tell me, sugar, where does it hurt?"

"I'm sore all over," the man replied, "just start at my shoulders and work your way down."

Jon climbed up onto the table, straddling the man's body to gain leverage. The man's broad shoulders proved a challenge, but Jon was determined to make his life a little better. As he worked his hands into the man's muscles, kneading out the tension and soreness, he felt a sense of satisfaction. It was a small gesture, but he hoped it would make a big difference to the man lying beneath him.

As Jon's skilled hands worked the man's tense muscles, he felt a sense of purpose wash over him. He had never been a professional masseuse, but in that moment, it didn't matter. He was fully committed to the task at hand.

With each stroke, he felt the man's tension release, and as he moved further down the man's body, Jon knew he was approaching a critical point. When Jon found that it was time to massage the man's buttocks, he swung himself around so that he was facing the man's feet. The towel was quickly discarded as Jon moved his hands down the man's legs, Jon's breast forms pressing into the man's behind.

But it wasn't until Jon instructed the man to flip over that he realized the true extent of the man's discomfort. There was a massive knot, nestled between the man's two legs, right in the his groin, throbbing and pulsating with an intensity that made Jon's heart race. He had never seen the like. It seemed to be growing by the minute, veins lining its sides.

Reaching over to fill a hand with the massage oil, Jon's felt the knot squeeze between his breast forms. Since he was no professional, Jon decided to use his gaff to his advantage. Maybe this could be a new technique! Rubbing the oil onto the knot, Jon pushed it back into his cleavage and rocked himself forward and backward, hoping the warm friction would alleviate some of the pain the man must be feeling.

From the sounds coming from the man it was working. Sighs of obvious relief began to come from behind Jon. Groans and grunts as Jon worked the stiff knot, pushing his breast forms together, using his hands on the exposed skin to help with the relaxation method. The man's hands began to wander, feeling Jon's behind, rubbing Jon's legs.

How nice! thought Jon, He's trying to massage me back! This is the nicest town I've ever been to!

Jon felt the knot throb once, heard a loud grunt from the man, then felt a warm gooey discharge shoot through his cleavage, coating his stomach. He had no experience as a massage therapist, but Jon figured that it must have been a normal experience since the knot that he'd been working on so diligently quickly began to shrink away.

Happy with his work, Jon climbed off the man whose eyes were closed in a look of bliss, grabbed a hand towel from the tray and wiped off his stomach. He was so glad that he was able to help the guy out. All the shame and guilt that he had felt earlier had disappeared when he saw the look on the man's face. Jon even leaned over and kissed the man on his forehead, leaving a red lip mark from the lipstick he'd applied earlier.

That makes it less impersonal, Jon thought.

Then, not wanting to disturb the man any further, Jon wiggled his way out of the room to look for more adventures. Before he opened the next door he was once again glad that he'd found such awesome clothes; the last thing he wanted was for total strangers to be able to see his penis! He couldn't even imagine how embarrassed he'd be if that were to happen.