The Massage on Valentines Day—A Case of Mistaken Identity
by R Christopher Cooper
I Was Born on Valentines Day and as everyone knows February 14th is usually a cold and dreary day. Since I was single and totally unattached I decided to treat myself for my birthday. I asked around at the gym and at work for a good massage therapist so I could treat myself to a “spa day”. I overheard some of the secretaries talking about the spa treatment they took and that gave me the idea. Their spa did mud baths, facials, nails, massage, hair, and some kind of dress-up photograph. That was not what I had in mind.
Are there spa days for men? In short the answer is no. There are athletic clubs and so called Oriental massages but nothing like the ladies had. I planned to take a steam bath at the gym, have a skin treatment (facial), and have a massage. Don’t get me wrong I’m not effeminate, as a matter of fact I was on the muscular side but don’t I deserved to feel good too?
I found a place downtown that did facials for business men and tried it out. On the third visit I casually asked about whole body massage and was informed that they only did massage from the neck up. I told her what I wanted to do for my birthday and she listened intently. It never occurred to her that guys would like a spa day because men didn’t need all that pampering. “What would men do all day since they didn’t do hair, nails, and gossip?” She wanted to know.
“Guys would workout, talk about sports, have a couple beers over lunch, play some water polo, take a sauna, a whirlpool bath, get a massage, have a haircut, smoke a good cigar, and then go out and get...” (I meant to say Go out and get laid but I didn’t say it) “…get a huge steak dinner” I covered. “I’d also get a deluxe facial,” I told her.
Unfortunately for me I couldn’t find all those things in one place like the ladies’ spa’s had. I would have to travel around to do all those things in one day. It seemed impractical and the timing would have to be perfect in order to get it all in so I opted for a spa weekend.
I had the facial massage/deep cleansing scheduled, a haircut, and the personal trainer reserved but I realized that what I set up would take about a half a day. I added a soak in the whirlpool and a stay in the steam room after the facial to my plans. Now all I needed a massage therapist and a great cigar. I suggested the idea to several of my friends and they were enthusiastic until they found out it was on Valentines weekend. They all had romantic commitments. Some suggested Super Bowl weekend instead and I was willing to consider it if they would commit. I got a “maybe” from one guy so I went with my original plan.
Things were not looking good in the massage department. I made a couple appointments with massage therapists and even went to a school where they taught massage but continued to be frustrated. I even met with the owner/head instructor of the school and asked for his best student. On a scale of one to ten she was a four. As I filled out the evaluation I was kind to the therapist but must have been muttering my answers.
“The best massage I ever had was given to me by Karl when he was a student here,” a lady doing an evaluation volunteered.
“Karl?” I asked. “Is he still here?”
“Oh no,” she laughed. “Even if I could get an appointment, I could never afford what he charges. Three to five hundred an hour is a bit steep, don’t you think?” She sighed. “That would be a year’s worth of massages for me. Even an average massage is better than no massage.” She talked as she checked boxes. “I get at least two massages a month here at the school.”
“Does Karl have an office in town?” She looked at me with disbelief. “I would like to treat my wife for Valentines Day.” I lied. (I don’t have a wife.)
“Oh,” she gushed. “Karl Kleeman Wellness. I think it is on Broadway or on Washington,” she said with jealousy in her tone. “I wish my husband would treat me to his place even if I got one of his assistants.”
Taking her advice, I called Karl’s office later that afternoon. I decided to take a chance hoping that the therapist might offer more than just an ordinary massage. The phone rang six times before a man picked up. I asked to speak to Karl. The person asked who was calling so I told him that my name was Dave Jackson. I could hear a change of attitude (it went from official to indifferent—almost cold).
“This is Karl. Would you want an appointment for later today?” He asked.
“Actually I need two hours on the February 13th or 14th,” I answered.
“I can handle you myself if you would like. I will put it on my calendar. Two o’clock in the afternoon on February 14th?” Karl said as if he read my mind. “Be early I always start on time.”
“That will be fine.” I said congratulating myself on the ease of getting the appointment. I sat back and grinned from ear to ear. He must not be busy or have many appointments on Valentines Day, I thought.
February thirteenth came by the hardest. I slept until seven in the morning, had a healthy but filling breakfast, and was there when the gym opened at eight. (Premier members could begin working out at five a.m.) I spent some time with the weights and in the steam room before I showered and went downtown for my facial. I had a light lunch and had my hair cut and styled before I went back to the gym. I worked my chest and upper body to a nice pump before sitting in the whirlpool for a few minutes. I took a long hot shower but allowed enough time to get home to change before treating myself to a feast. The seven course meal lasted over two hours.
February fourteenth I slept a bit later but again I went to the gym had a light lunch sat in the sauna and the whirlpool before I headed to the deluxe massage even though I was very early.
I signed in and the royal treatment began. The receptionist (she could have been a playboy centerfold model) picked up the phone and asked me to have a seat. I barely settled in the plush chair when the door opened and a guy dressed in linen appeared. He had dark brown hair and a great smile: he looked Italian. His slacks were pleated and neatly pressed but they couldn’t hide his big muscular legs. His shirt and tan linen suit jacket covered a perfect V-shaped torso bulging with muscle in all the right places. His arms and shoulders of course also huge filled the coat to capacity.
“My name is Dan,” he smiled.
I gladly followed him and saw that the rest of the staff were also quite out of the ordinary. The females were more beautiful than the receptionist and the men could have all entered a bodybuilding contest. Dan would have been in the super heavyweight class.
I was led to a large room with soft lighting, a waterfall tumbling into a whirlpool tub, a small kitchen, a large inviting sofa, thick carpet, a changing/shower area, and in the center of the room was a massage table that could be raised and lowered hydraulically.
The big hunk told me that I could undress down to my birthday suit if I wanted and hang my clothing in the solid oak cabinet. As I undressed he invited me to step into the whirlpool to help me relax. He walked over to the pool and checked the temperature before he turned on the jets. The only sound that changed was that of the water gently lapping against the sides of the pool. The angel in white linen pants (I think all guy angels look like him) left the room.
I slipped into the water and closed my eyes. This place was worth every penny, I thought. I heard movement and I guessed it was Karl. The angel and another bodybuilder of equal size wearing only a robe entered the dimly lit room. He dropped the robe, and slipped into the tub with me.
“And you are?” I addressed the blond god.
“Mike.” He said as he shook my hand. “Karl has been unavoidably detained by about an hour. He sent us to make you comfortable until he arrives.” I watched his light blue eyes sparkle with joy as he spoke. Dan was busy popping the cork on a bottle of Champagne. They both put me at ease even though under the bubbling water I had a raging hard-on. They each took a glass and we toasted my arrival.
Mike sat next to me in the tub and his right arm settled on the padding behind me. I heard the fizz of Champagne and knew he had his glass back there for a refill. Dan filled my glass before he stripped naked and sat in the tub at my left. I really couldn’t tell which of them was more muscular. Dan also threaded his arm behind me.
“Are you comfortable?” Dan smiled.
“A toast to luxurious relaxing,” I almost added with two muscle studs. We all sipped more wine. “I like this room.” I said.
“The designer did a great job.” Mike said. “It makes the job so much more pleasant.” He added. I emptied my glass and Dan reached for the bottle.
“Just one more glass, too much and it goes to my head.” When I set my glass down in behind Dan I brushed his shoulder. Dan smiled and Mike moved his arm away. Mike looked like the sparkle in his eye was gone. He looked dejected. He drained his glass and stood. “Leaving?” I asked.
“Do you want me to stay?” Mike looked puzzled.
“I’ve been enjoying the company.” I tore my eyes off his nearly shaved blond pubes and looked up at him. “How is it that you stay so lean and yet have such huge muscles?” I stood and felt Mike’s flexed arms. Dan was moving behind me. I turned to face him. “Flex for me Dan?” I asked. Now Dan looked disoriented.
“You want both of us to stay?” Dan followed Mike’s eyes down to my hard tool.
“Oops.” I felt a blush in my cheeks. They both began to flex and rub against me. I reached out and felt their hard bodies.
“Both of us?” Mike asked.
“Sure, why not?”
Now they both had a hard-on. Dan had eight inches about as big around as a quarter and Mike had six inches twice to three times as thick. Mike produced a tube of lotion and began rubbing my chest while Dan slathered more on my back. It felt great to have their hands on me as I felt Mike’s super body. Dan’s cock began hitting my butt but I guessed he just couldn’t keep it out of the way. He hugged me from the back as he bent his knees and shoved. I gasped as he breeched my virgin ass (virgin in the sense that I had never been barebacked). Like bookends they held me up as Dan increased his speed. I groaned with delight each time he rubbed against my prostate. I heard him grunt. He shoved his cock in deep, and began filling me with cum. I had the feeling that I was about to have my own orgasm but I held it and soon the feeling faded.
Seconds after he pulled out Mike had me bent over holding onto the deck. His cock was now fucking me for all it was worth. He added his cum to my ass and rested his hard body on my back. I was weak and yet still filled with passion for the two companions. They got me to the shower room and washed me. Dan massaged my shoulders and Mike was rinsing off. He asked if there was anything else he could do for me as he hugged me from behind.
“Take care of this?” Mike asked as he cupped my balls and let his fingers trail up my hard cock. Dan reached around me and began flicking my nipples. Dan reached down and slapped Mike’s face with my cock before Mike took it into his mouth. For some strange reason I began thinking that the Oriental spa should take lessons from these two. The fleeting thought was soon replaced by orgasmic delight. I was so weak I just about had to be carried to the massage table.
It was very dark when I opened my eyes. I felt a cock enter my ass and begin to fuck me. It didn’t hurt so I assumed it was Dan. I felt a flood of cum fill me and someone else took his place. Finally a third man even more muscular than Dan or Mike mounted me. Had I not been stretched open this cock would have ripped my ass to shreds. It hurt and I involuntarily clamped down. He lowered his weight and shoved in hard and deep. I felt his balls move on my ass.
“Fuck yeah!” He hissed as his body stiffened. I knew he was shooting load after load deep in my ass. As soon as I relaxed he began to pump and then slam home and shoot more cum. Seconds later I was erupting all over the massage table. “Now we are even, Dave.” I heard the sound of gloating and triumph.
Warm oil was applied to my body and a massage from heaven began. I instinctively knew this was Karl. Other hands joined his to apply oils or to work a stubborn muscle that refused to cooperate. I slipped deeper and deeper into oblivion and I couldn’t even open my eyes even when I was turned over like a pig on a spit. In a dream like state I saw Mike and Dan assisting the masseuse who I assumed was Karl. Karl was massively muscular. It was hard to believe that there were three bodybuilders of that caliber in the same room and I wasn’t at a contest or at muscle beach.
I heard the soft sound of the waterfall as I slowly returned to reality. My outstretched hands rested on the plush carpet and a warm blanket was draped over my body. The room had returned to soft light. Soft strains of pleasant barely audible music floated on the air. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The massage table was six inches off the floor and when I rolled off I knelt on the floor. I stumbled to the whirlpool and lowered my limp body into the warm swirling water.
I must have drifted off again because when the waters stopped I had to get my bearings again. The Happy Birthday song repeated over and over in my head as I showered and dressed. I looked at my watch and could hardly believe that it was almost six o’clock at night.
I sat on the bench to put on my shoes and remembered how he massaged my legs, sliding his hand up my thigh and touching my balls before he moved back toward my knees.
The vision of Karl climbing up on the massage table and how he kissed my nipples flashed into my brain. He ran his tongue back and forth across my nipples before he began sucking them and gently biting them. How he lifted my feet to his shoulders and fucked my tender ass a second time.
He talked about being even. The funny thing was I didn’t have a clue what that meant. I had no guilt or remorse. The day was perfect and that includes the fourth guy that came in and face fucked me while Karl was giving me the massage.
"Are you okay Sir? Would you like to join us for dinner?" A sexy voice with a British accent asked. I didn’t hear him enter.
“Dinner? I didn’t…”
“Come with me and I will take you to your rooms where you can dress.”
I followed blindly. We crossed a hall and he held a door for me. In the suite of rooms I learned that his name was James and that he was my butler waiting to help me change into a tuxedo. Like everyone else that worked at this spa he was a hunk. He acted strait and sounded very British. James led me down the hall to the dining room and announced me. He stayed in the room and acted as my personal servant.
When Karl entered the room he came strait toward me. In a whisper James told me that was Karl my host and then James went to refresh my drink. I walked toward Karl smiling as I kept eye contact. I was either running into a freight train or he was going to give me a bear hug. His jaw was clenched and all eyes were on us.
“Who the hell are you…” he said so only I could hear.
“I’m Dave Jackson and I talked to you two weeks ago on the phone.” I said in a calm pleasant way. His face broke into a wide grin and then he chuckled. He shook my hand and explained that he thought I was someone else. James brought drinks as Karl and I talked. He began telling me about the other Dave Jackson and how we could be twins. That explained how they had a tuxedo that fit me perfectly.
After delightful dinner the room slowly cleared out. I knew he was picking my brain and that he had some ulterior motive for talking to me so long. James raised an eyebrow and excused himself when I was invited into the sitting room for an after dinner drink. Dan and Mike winked at me before they left. Once we were alone Karl lit a cigar and offered me one. I never tasted a finer cigar in my life.
“How would you like to impersonate Dave Jackson? Would it be worth five million dollars to you?” Karl asked.
“Is it illegal?” I asked.
“You really are Dave Jackson so in that sense no--not illegal. But you are not the Dave Jackson that I know so in that sense it is dubious, but your twin is as evil as you are kind. He finds out dirt and then uses it against you. I despise him.”
“What would I have to do?”
“First I will teach you everything about him so you can be like him and then I will put my plan into action.” Karl puffed out a huge plume of smoke.
“I have some conditions.” I said.
Karl whipped around. Anger and distrust filled his narrowed eyes.
“I would like a massage from you once a month. I would like access to a good fuck from you at least once a week. And I wouldn’t mind having Mike, Dan, or some of the other studs around here fuck me at will. My will. I would like to live this lifestyle and be part of your organization.” I looked him in the eye. “I may think of more later,” I burst out laughing.
“I should have known that the real Dave Jackson wouldn’t have kept both Dan and Mike and let them fuck him.” He grinned. I could see a new plan forming in his brain. He drained his drink and snuffed out his cigar. He stepped in close to me. “Why don’t you just stay here tonight?”
“Wouldn’t that be giving in to what you want?” I asked as I ran my hands up inside his jacket.
“Not if you wanted to fuck.” He rubbed his hardening cock against my leg.
“I think you are evil.” I smiled as I began to open his shirt. “Seducing and fucking an innocent…”
He laughed deep and hard. “Who is seducing who?”
“The real question is who is fucking who?” I looked into his eyes and they danced with delight. He didn’t answer but he did lead me into his bedroom.
Happy birthday/Happy Valentines Day to me, I thought. This was turning out to be the best day of my life.
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