Big Warm Hands

By Jay Roberts

Published on Feb 22, 2014

Gay

"Big Warm Hands, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters

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A few years ago I was traveling for my company and I found myself in a western city whose name I shall keep under my hat otherwise you may all rush there and try to find that sauna and that guy I described.

I had driven my usual 500 miles for the day and the road sign advised that I was nearing the exit for city where I intended to visit a few customers and also try to make a few calls on potentials.

Although I am only twenty four years old my muscles, especially in my ass, get stiff from the driving position all those hours. I was glad to pull into a well known chain motel and register. It was only four thirty PM.

My room looked like the usual motel room I occupy on these trips. There was nothing special except a card on the desk advising the sauna hours. A sauna would be perfect after the long leg of my trip.

I undressed and put on the terry robe provided by the management and headed to the basement where the sauna was located. There was no at the desk so I just grabbed a towel from the stack there, took off my robe and entered the womb of the dry sauna.

I sat carefully on the hot tile shelf and looked around. I was not alone. directly opposite me was a youngish guy, maybe thirty or so. He was very tall, perhaps six feet six. Slim and long legged. He had a long triangular face topped by a mass of reddish curly hair. He wasn't good looking but rather his humorous mouth and wide blue eyes gave an attractive total.

"You just got off the road, huh?"

"Yelp," I said, not looking for conversation, planning on drowsing in this womb of a room.

"A salesman, huh?"

"Yes, how did you guess?" I noticed he had a very warm, deep voice that made one comfortable to hear it.

"Well, it's too early for a nine to five worker to be here. In about a hour this place will be nearly full."

"Do you come here often?" Oops, that sounded like a gay opening that I did not intend.

"I live in town and try to make it a few times a week at this time when it is empty or almost empty."

I lapsed into silence as my neck was killing me. I scrunched around trying to ease the stiffness.

"I get the same thing from long driving trips. I can relieve you, I'm a trained therapist. May I show you?"

I nodded, why? I can't imagine. It just seemed the right thing to do.

He stood up. His head almost touched the tile ceiling. His long arms were relaxed at his slim sides and at the ends of those faintly muscled arms were large hands. He could have played baseball with a mitt.

He was naked as I was. His body was almost hairless except for a patch on his narrow but strong chest. He was smiling with excellently white teeth as he said, "Please stand up."

I did and he asked me to turn my back to him. I did, but a felt oddly vulnerable with my ass exposed in his direction. I got a perky one. People had often remarked about it.

A moment later I could almost feel the warm of his close body as he stood behind me. I flinched a bit when his big hand grasped my shoulder near my neck. He had found the exact spot that was aching. I let out a contented purr before I could stop myself.

"Yes that's it," I said in a blurry voice because I was in a spell of animal contentment from his massage.

He continued and found other places on my lower back that were stiff. I was like a cat getting petted. I murmured with pleasure.

"Good boy, enjoy this, I'll get you relaxed completely."

I let the good feelings roll over me until a suddenly realized, to me embarrassment that my prick was stiff and pointing toward my belly. I hoped he didn't notice it since there was nothing I could do to hide it. I did put both my hands in front.

The cover up was effective, especially because my back was to him but his deep muscle massage began to mutate into a more caressing mode and it was getting my prick very excited. I guess a was making sounds that betrayed my pleasure--grunts and oh's. Suddenly his mellifluous spoke into my ear. It was a combination of an urging tone coupled with a slight commanding edge.

"Turn around please." He accompanied this request by actually grasping my shoulders and turning me toward him. He looked down at my crotch area. "With boys here. Need to cover up." He grasped my hands and pulled them away. Two things happened. The first was that my dick got longer and harder immediately from his stare and secondly a blushed scarlet across my face and chest.

"You should be proud of it--it's a beauty."

And I, now seemingly reduced to a ten year old, puffed up my chest in pride.

"The problem is that it is needy. See how it is flexing in discomfort. It need some attention. Shall I try to make it better?"

"Yes," I said softly. Half of my brain realized that I was being stupid giving in to this stranger, but the other part was yearning to have him touch me.

I involuntarily closed my eyes as I felt his warm hard lift my pulsing cock up from my belly.

"Don't...someone might come."

"It's worth the risk. What's your name?"

Funny, we were being so intimate and he didn't know my name. What a whore I was, but I whispered, "William."

"I'll call you Bill, better yet, Billy. My name is Bob."

As he said his name I felt his large fingers surround my prick. It was so gentle, I had to think about it before I could sense his grasp. I moved a bit to get the feeling.

"Don't be greedy, Billy, you get what you want just be patient."

But it was a bit maddening as his hot, slightly rough fingers loosely moved a bit over my shaft. I heard myself say, "Good."

"Sure it is," said the deep, soft voice in my ear. "You love it and I love doing it."

He began an almost imperceptible steady movement up and down my shaft except that his large thumb, on the upstroke, would wipe across my cock head. I was now in full moan from the exquisite treatment.

Just then we heard the squeak of the door as through my passion narrowed eyes I saw a young guy enter. He was about college age and wore a marine style haircut. He was muscled like a college wrestler and walked like a jungle animal across the tile floor to take a seat in the upper level bench."

I had moved to the corner of the room to hide the truth of our activities but Bob seemed unfazed, "Hi Riley, I can be with you soon. Billy here needs some attention first."

This "Riley" called back in a manly voice, "No prob. I need a treatment badly but I can wait until you're finished with...er Billy." Then he addressed me to my embarrassment. "Hey guy...er Billy...you got the best there is there. Have fun."

I sure didn't like getting all this "treatment" so public and I shut the kid out of my mind as I whispered to Bob, "Can we pick up where we left off?"

"Sure," Bob said in a soothing voice "I'll bring you to the cum of your life."

I heard Riley let out of snort from the upper bench.

"Does he fuck?" called out Riley,

Bob answered, "Maybe he has the cutest ass in the Western Hemisphere, maybe the world. But I think he is up for my treatment today, nothing more."

I had impatiently prodded Bob's lean side with my sock and he got the hint.

"Impatient boy," but Billy was gratified to feel that large, warm, dry hand resume its steady rhythm up and down but gently.

"Slow and steady wins the race," said Riley from his perch. "Don't I know it."

Billy sags against Bob's bony shoulder, he could hardly stand from the overwhelming effect of this exquisite treatment.

"You got him going," observed the boy wrestler unnecessarily.

Bob whispered in my ear, "You like a little ball handling?"

"I guess," I said.

Riley had left the upper steps of the sauna and was suddenly near Billy.

"You like your tits touched?"

"Not sure," he hoarsed out.

"Let's see."

He reached out his smooth finger and flicked it across Billy's right tit. It erected painfully immediately. Billy's eyes rolled upward from this new sensation. He never knew men's tits were like a woman's.

Riley said to Bob, "He is some hot boy and a beauty too. Look at his big blue eyes and red hair.

Bob nodded and began to slip his hand under Billy's ball sac. He hefted them gently. Billy began bucking like a fuck movement. Bob said, "Slow and easy wins the race, settle down girly."

Just then the door burst open and a tall, slim figure entered.

Bob and Riley greeted him. "It's our ever loving Fong. Hey man, we have a prime ass for you to rim."

End Part One

Next: Chapter 2


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