The Session
Scotty had just sat down to eat at the station when the alarm sounded. His stomach reminded him it was empty, and he gazed longingly at his plate of spaghetti, but that was the life of a first responder. Terry, his Chief, placed a hand on Scotty’s shoulder in comfort, “Sorry, kid, I’ll keep it warm for when you get back.”
Aside from being so hungry, Scotty had a rough evening. It was never easy losing someone on your watch. His last call was the third to the same address in the last month. Will Thomas, ninety-four, with a bad heart, didn’t make it, and his wife was now a widow. She rode in the ambulance with her husband while Scotty performed chest compressions. Even focused on Will, Scotty was aware of the fear and sorrow on her face. He couldn’t imagine losing someone after decades of marriage, and his heart hurt for her, too.
Chet drove like a maniac to the ER, but Will didn’t make it. His heart gave out a few blocks from the hospital. Will recently had multiple stents placed and was in an advanced state of heart failure, so his chances were poor, but Scotty still felt like he should have been able to do more.
Once back at the station, a few of the guys patted his back or ruffled his hair, aware of what had happened. His station was tight. All the guys knew Scotty was gay, but it didn’t matter. He was one of their crew and one of the best among them. The support they showed him when he broke up with Kit a few years ago affected him deeply. Kit cheated on him after what he thought were eight good years of a solid relationship. It hurt differently than losing a patient, but it still hurt. It tore his heart out.
After scarfing down the spaghetti, Chet asked, “So what’re you doing tonight? You want to come over and grill out with me, Linda, and the kids?”
Scotty replied, “Thanks, but I have a client at the spa tonight.”
Chet teasingly said, “Oh, I see… making the big bucks tonight. I’ll let Linda down easy.”
“Tell her I’m sorry, and give her a hug. Hug those rug rats for me, too.”
As he cleaned their plates, he glanced at the clock. Half an hour remained on his shift, and he prayed that it would be quiet so he could leave on time. He got his wish, said his goodbyes to his workmates, and headed home.
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Everyone at the fire station knew Scotty had a second job. With a four-day on, three-day off schedule, most of the guys had side gigs. Many did lawn care, pressure washing, or other work that fit their schedules to earn extra money. They also knew he worked at a health spa, but they didn’t realize how exclusive the spa was or what Scotty actually did.
Matthew and Sons catered to high-end clients, primarily men. Nearly all the male clients claimed to be straight, but in Scotty’s experience, almost all of them were either gay or bi. Regardless, they kept their sexuality on the down low, so strict rules were enforced to protect the identities of both clients and staff. Jewelry was not allowed, although married men often had a noticeable indentation on their ring fingers. Any large, recognizable tattoos were to be covered with sleeves or wraps whenever possible. The reason Matthew’s was so successful is that it appealed to men and women who sought sexual relief they weren’t receiving at home. Only first names were used, and aliases were encouraged. Clients had to wear blindfolds or masks, provided in the dressing room, to keep their faces hidden.
One other strict rule was no anal play between the client and the masseur, except for toys. Fluid exchange was at the discretion of both parties and had to be mutually consented to and placed into the agreement before meeting anyone.
Matthew and Sons was situated in a downtown high-rise. The main salon for hair, manicures, and pedicures was in an upscale shopping center, but the services Scotty offered were kept entirely separate. His group's duties were illegal and kept private.
There was no receptionist. For each visit, clients received a one-time access code to enter, which also worked for the changing room. Arriving early, Scotty didn’t see any coworkers, so he went to the private employee lounge connected to the room where he would perform his duties. A tablet on the table held his client's profile. Picking it up, he entered his PIN, and after a few seconds, his eyebrows rose in surprise.
Oh, this is different. Open to muscle worship, but not too much. Loves light nipple play, slow and teasing only. Prefers someone in shape to take care of him. Likes to be held after cumming. His dick is super sensitive immediately after shooting. I’m the same so I know how to get around that. The nape of his neck is an erogenous zone. This guy sounds fun and easy to take care of. He’s 6’2” and 240lbs. Trimmed body hair. He sounds like a dream, but with my recent luck, he’ll have the face of a gargoyle. Good thing he’ll be wearing a mask, just in case.
While Scotty read the profile, he got hard. It would be a treat to work over a stud for a change. So many out-of-shape guys came in, it was crazy. The chime sounded, letting him know his client had arrived a few minutes early. Scotty tried to envision him entering the room and disrobing. A wide selection of masks hung on the wall of the changing room, and it would be interesting to see which one he picked. Scotty waited, and after a few minutes wondered why it was taking so long.
I hope he doesn’t chicken out.
Another minute passed before the chime sounded again, indicating his client was ready.
The doors used by the masseurs were hidden, and Scotty quietly entered. The session rooms were twenty by thirty feet with a bed and two chairs, one for S&M or general restraint, and the other more of a padded stool. Mirrors covered most of the four walls. The lighting was dim but stark, and the temperature set to seventy-four – not cool, but not warm either.
Scotty stopped in his tracks at the man who stood waiting.
Fuck! Jackpot!
His customer was not just a stud; he was a god. He looked like a natural competitive bodybuilder in peak condition. His body was thick with lean muscle, and except for his crotch and halfway down his legs, darkly tanned. He was hairy but neatly trimmed. The mask he chose was a scarf that covered his nose and head like a skull cap, but left his sharp jawline exposed. At least a few days of beard growth showed on his face. His dick, more than half hard, was cut and already dripping in anticipation. The beauty between his legs had to be nearly eight inches and was decently thick.
His head turned towards Scotty, even though he had been quiet.
Scotty said, “Hello. I’m Scott.”
In a deep voice, the man said, “Hi.” After a brief pause, he added, “Brent.” Following another pause, he said, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Scotty chuckled and said, “Relax, Brent. I’ll guide you through everything, don’t worry. You know why you’re here. I’ve read your preferences, but if I do anything you don’t like, even in the slightest, tell me. This is all about you. My job is to give you as much pleasure as possible in the time we have, and fulfill your wishes.”
Scotty noticed Brent’s cock twitch a few times while he spoke.
Brent asked, “Where do you want me?”
Moving behind him, Scotty said, “Just stand here a moment and let me get used to you. Don’t be afraid to coach me. You won’t hurt my feelings if I’m doing something wrong.”
Brent didn’t start, but he inhaled slightly at the touch of Scotty’s hands on his strong shoulders. Keeping his touch firm but soothing, Scotty quietly said, “Relax. I want to get used to your body.”
God, he feels good. Fuck, his definition is amazing.
Scotty pressed against Brent, and wrapped one arm around his stomach and one around his chest, snuggly holding them together, trying to get as much body contact as possible. Scotty grinned at the sight of Brent’s cock in the mirror, extended even more and involuntarily flexing. Resting his chin on Brent’s shoulder, Scotty’s hands roamed over the front of his body, focusing on his abs and chest. Brent felt nice; his body heat was intoxicating. Scotty couldn’t help himself and got even harder. He knew Brent felt his erection, but he didn’t react.
“You’re so well built. I have to say this is a treat for me. Congratulations on taking such good care of yourself. I hope I can do you justice.”
Scotty spent a few minutes exploring Brent’s physique, enjoying the feel of him, gripping his muscles, and massaging him. He could tell Brent wasn’t used to being touched, so he went slow. His hands roamed everywhere within reach, and he kept his touch sensual. Brent’s short hair below the mask felt good under his fingers, and his warm solidity was incredible. He played with as much of Brent’s ears that were exposed, his neck, shoulders, chest, arms, abs, and his thick thighs, but he stayed away from his cock for the time being. Scott read Brent's reaction to his intimate exploration and knew he was close to release.
Speaking softly, Scotty said, “Let’s get you over to the stool. I’ll guide you, don’t worry.”
Taking Brent by his shoulders, Scotty maneuvered him and said, “Ok, sit down, and spread your legs.”
Once Brent was seated, the back of his head rested against Scotty’s chest. Scotty cupped Brent’s face and jaw, massaging his shoulders and neck, continuing his slow, sensual touch. Two rings suspended from the ceiling dangled above the stool, and Scotty took one of Brent’s hands, lifting it over his head. “Grab this. Now the other one. Keep your legs spread.” Scotty placed Brent in a vulnerable position and wanted to gauge his reaction before starting anything serious.
According to Brent’s profile, he liked to be held and cuddled. Wrapping his arms around Brent from behind, Scotty rested his chin on the top of Brent’s head and held him snugly for a moment. Scotty already knew the answer from Brent’s quickened breathing, but he asked, “Is this okay? We have plenty of time, but let me know if I’m going too fast. Or slow.”
Hesitantly, Brent said, “This is good. I like it. Thanks.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
With Brent’s arms over his head and his chest spread out, Scotty saw the sparse hair of his armpits. He had the perfect amount of chest hair, too, and his shoulders and back were shaved smooth. Teasingly, Scotty took his fingertips and lightly touched Brent’s nipples, already hardened in arousal. His breath caught at the unexpected sensation, and his back arched. The sound Brent made was more of a grunt than a soft moan.
Damn, he’s hungry for this.
Immediately, Scotty hugged him again, more tightly, and rubbed his chest. Watching Brent in the mirror, Scotty observed his throbbing cock. The head shone under the stark lighting, and a long drip of precum stretched almost to the floor.
Jesus, don’t fuck this up, Scotty. This needs to be the best experience this guy has ever had.
Returning to Brent’s nipples, Scotty used his fingertips to rub tight little circles, barely making contact. Brent’s arms were flexed from supporting his body weight on the rings, and he arched his back, pushing his chest out in an unconscious desire to increase the pleasure.
With his hot breath in Brent’s ear, Scotty whispered, “It feels so much better when someone else does it to you, doesn’t it? I love it too, and it drives me crazy.”
Scotty studied Brent’s image in the mirror, with his legs and arms spread out, in awe of his body. The dim, stark lighting accentuated his definition to an extreme level. Brent’s skin was starting to shine from sweat under the lighting. Nibbling Brent’s neck, Scotty kept one hand on a nipple and with his other hand, he reached around to cup his balls and gently roll them in his hand. Heavy and full, Scotty pulled them down enough to tighten the skin of his cock and pull the head down slightly. A fresh drop of precum oozed out, and a soft, involuntary whimper came out of Brent.
“I’ll be right back.”
Stepping to a small table, Scotty opened a jar of lube and scooped some out on a few of his fingers. Returning quickly, he moved his hand to Brent’s other nipple and began teasing it. Brent’s legs squirmed and his toes curled as he widened his thighs to make his cock fully available. Scotty gripped it firmly, spreading the lube quickly along his full length.
Fuck, his cock is perfect!
“Gahhhh. Fuck!”
With a firm, full stroke, Scotty began to work Brent’s cock, whispering in his ear, “It’s okay to shoot. Don’t hold back. We have plenty of time, and I’m going to drain this beauty as many times as I can manage in the time we have.”
Scotty excelled at hand jobs, and he put all his skills to use, keeping his stroke decently fast but not fast enough to get Brent off instantly. Continuing his nipple play while nibbling Brent’s neck, in less than a minute, the big man shuddered and gasped, “Fuck! I’m cumming!”
Brent’s cock bolted, hardening even more just before he came, and Scotty kept his stroke nice and even. He aimed it at his chest, but the first few spurts were so powerful they flew over his shoulder, covering Scotty’s face. Licking his lips tentatively, Scotty smiled. Brent tasted good. Some guys cum tasted bitter and nasty, but Brent’s wasn’t bad at all. Scotty usually didn’t like the taste of cum, but decided he could take Brent’s load if the opportunity presented itself. Fluid exchange wasn’t stated in Brent’s profile for this session, but Scotty was allowed to use his discretion.
Brent’s entire body tensed, and his skin shone with sweat on his neck and chest as Scotty guided him through his first orgasm. His big chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily in response to his orgasm. Adjusting his stroke to stay off the back of the head, Scotty maintained a light grip and soft stroke until Brent’s orgasm subsided. Still breathing heavily, Brent couldn’t speak, and Scotty withdrew his hands to wrap his arms around him, holding them together while Brent came down from a powerful orgasm.
Scotty relished holding such a powerful man. Closing his eyes, he breathed in Brent’s scent and savored the intimate embrace as much as Brent. Scotty missed holding a man. He used to hold Kit that way before he cheated…. Fuck don’t go there, Scotty. Focus on Brent.
Scotty wasn’t surprised when Brent didn’t go soft. He had too much pent-up desire, along with the excitement of trying something new and outside his comfort zone, and Scotty didn’t want the fire to die out. Holding Brent another minute in the intimate hug, he reached around and started stroking him again. He didn’t want Brent to pull back emotionally or let guilt or second thoughts take over. Many guys no longer wanted intimate contact after getting their rocks off.
“Let go of those rings and let’s move over to the bed where you can stretch out.”
Keeping his hands on Brent’s shoulders, Scotty guided him to the bed, but Brent moved to it as if he could see through the mask. The mask looked secure, but Scotty wondered. He had noticed a small tattoo on Brent’s rib cage when he first saw him, but it was hard to see in the dim lighting and with the definition of his obliques. When Brent stretched out on the bed, Scotty saw it was a small US Marine Corps Globe and Anchor.
Damn, this guy is a Marine.
Scotty had a soft spot for military guys. Even though it was hard to find, he loved watching porn with studs like Brent in military settings. Not the young guys who are all over the internet pretending to be military, but the more mature, manly guys like Brent. Helping Brent get to the bed, Scotty made sure he was comfortable with a pillow under his head.
“Can I use the restraints on you? I think you’ll like it. Remember that you’re safe here, and I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
Seeing Brent’s reaction when he had his arms extended and his legs spread out, he wanted to gently take him back to that vulnerable state. He could tell Brent wasn’t into any type of hardcore S&M, and he wasn’t submissive; he was just letting Scotty guide him in exploring his sexual needs and experiencing a different world. Scotty was sure that Brent was used to taking the lead and not having his own pleasure as the focus. The image of Brent, pumped and sweaty, hammering his cock into a woman, was a huge turn-on. His mind blocked out the image of the woman, but the scene of Brent getting off churned in his mind.
His incredibly defined back sweaty, his muscles undulating as he thrust his cock. His huge biceps holding him up, his face red with effort as sweat dripped down his forehead. Veins in his neck and shoulders visible. The sounds of his grunts. The heat and musky smell of his body. The hair on his chest matted down. His neck thickening as he threw his head back when the first shots of his cum spurted out.
“Sure.”
Scotty took his time to admire more of Brent’s muscular body as he fantasized over the images in his mind.
Fuck he’s incredible.
Brent’s definition was insane, and his cock was the cherry on top. His biceps had to be close to twenty inches. The veins in his arms, and especially the one that ran down his abs beside his cum gutters... the in-person, close-up view of what he obsessed over in porn… Scotty had never stayed hard for an entire session before. He knew Brent had to feel his cock pressed against him, but it didn’t seem to turn him off or freak him out, and Scotty was thankful. You never knew how straight men would react. One of Scotty’s mentors at the spa once told him, “If you get a straight man excited enough, you can bend him like hot metal. They won’t break, but once they get hot enough in the moment, you’ll be surprised at what they will let you do to them to get them off.”
Once Scotty got the ankle and wrist restraints attached, he lay down against Brent so their bodies touched, and his hands started roaming over the broad expanse of his chest, slowly circling his nipples every so often, or moving up to his neck and shoulders. Less frequently, he also stroked his cock, which remained fully hard, bounding in rhythm with his increased heart rate.
Scotty wanted to know what was going on in Brent’s head. As hard as his cock was, he was obviously into the session, but Brent was also so tense that his muscles were beginning to swell with a pump, and his entire body shone with sweat. Between his physical beauty, the heat he emanated, and the musky scent he gave off, Scotty had a hard time not grabbing his own cock.
Brent didn’t seem to want to talk, and Scotty was fine with that. He thought of it as Brent receiving a different form of therapy, one that he probably didn’t realize he needed.
“Have you ever been edged?”
“What’s that?”
“Maybe it’s easier to show you than to try to explain it. Let me get one arm under your back so I can reach your other side.”
Once he was ready, Scotty took one nipple in his mouth, and with one hand, he started stroking Brent again, and with his other hand, he lightly flicked his other nipple. Brent was already spread-eagled, but he widened his hips and pushed his chest out. It wasn’t long before he was close again, but Scotty slowed his stroke, sometimes stopping to simply hold Brent’s cock, but he never stopped the stimulation. Repeatedly taking Brent to the brink of another orgasm, Scotty masterfully wouldn’t let him reach it. After almost an hour, Brent was sweating heavily and trembling, and he finally spoke.
“Fuck, I need to cum. Get me off.”
Looking at the clock, Scotty said, “We still have two hours. I’m going to give you a choice. I can let you cum, but if I do, I’m not going to stop, and I’m going to drain your cock as many times as I can manage until your time is up. Or, I can keep this going, and you get one utterly mind-blowing orgasm in another two hours.”
“Jesus.”
“How many times can you cum?”
“I don’t know. I’ve done three a bunch, and once five, but that was over a long day.”
“Well, we have four more to match your record, but I want to beat it, no pun intended. Unless you want me to continue.”
“Fuck no! I have to cum, man, please!”
“Okay. It’s your call.”
Scotty whispered into Brent’s ear, “I’m going to enjoy this as much as you, stud.”
Scotty picked up his pace and in only a few strokes Brent blew another massive load across his chest and abs. True to his word, Scotty didn’t stop. He used every trick he had learned and pushed every button he knew about. The fourth orgasm took longer, so he switched positions, getting between Brent’s legs to suck him off while he used both hands on his nipples.
The fifth orgasm took the longest, but Scotty was relentless, and Brent was a sweaty, out-of-breath heap when he finally came again. So drained he could only lie there, breathing heavily, his mind blown over what Scotty did to him.
Scotty chuckled and said, “I bet you never thought you’d set a new PR today.”
Scotty used a warm, damp towel to clean Brent up and then lay down beside him, holding him again as he recovered. It was subtle, but this time Scotty felt Brent lean into him, and he even rested his head against Scotty’s. After a while, Scotty noticed a slight jerk and heard a quiet, choked sob.
Concerned, Scotty asked, “Are you alright?”
Brent didn’t answer, and Scotty couldn’t see his face to get a read on him.
Brent said, “I have to go.”
Scotty had disconnected the restraints after Brent’s last orgasm, and he quickly got up and went back to the changing room. Scotty was upset and worried, but didn’t have any outlet to contact Brent.
Did I fuck up?
The next day, when Scotty’s deposit hit, it was a thousand dollars higher than it was supposed to be. Even though Brent seemed upset, he obviously appreciated what Scotty had done for him.
I hope he’s happy enough to come back and ask for me.
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