The 4-Story Xxx Bundle Pack: Straight Guys in Gay Saunas

By Henry Pepper

Just then the door jingled and a guy who I'd never seen before came in, looking around as if slightly anxious. Tommy immediately kicked into life; he was expert at putting the new ones or the nervous ones at ease with his smile and a pleasant greeting.
"Good morning!" he said warmly, beaming at the guy, “Welcome Sir”.
The guy stepped forward, seeming like he was another one of those nervous types. I watched him move. Boy, he was fit. He might be nervous right now but just give me ten minutes of working my magic on him and I’d soon get him relaxed. I’d have him eating out of my hand.
"Uh, hi, I have an appointment." The newbie stuttered.
"Michael?" Tommy clicked on his name as I leaned on the counter, taking the guy in at close quarters. He was big, not over muscled, but obviously an athlete of some kind. Good-looking didn't even begin to describe him with his chiselled jaw and his 2-day designer stubble. He was actually shaking and looked as though he might turn round and clear off out at any second, so nervy.
I knew how he felt, as I said, lots of first timers are like that, especially when faced with someone like Tommy as soon as they walk through the door. He probably thought everyone here was on some kind of a trip, staring at him like Tommy was, especially when I started to smile at him too; two of us behind the counter smiling at him and making him feel even worse than when he first came in the place..
But it was part of my job to make sure everyone felt comfortable and relaxed, that’s what they were here for, to feel good in themselves, and I was sure I could get this guy to loosen up and de-stress. It was just a matter of the right touch in the right place at the right time.
"Hi, Michael," I said, reaching out to shake his hand, "I'm Ben; I'll be taking care of you today."
Michael took my hand slowly, but in a firm grip, and he flashed a half-smile that said he wasn't too enthusiastic to be here; maybe this was his first-ever massage? Who knows? I asked him to follow me.
"So what seems to be troubling you?" I asked, leading the way through the mint-colored hallways, past other rooms with their closed doors and ‘busy’ signs displayed. The other boys were obviously hard at work already.
"It's my back." Michael sighed and went in the room before me as I held the door open for him.
The room was cool and softly lit, like all the other rooms; it was a good way of relaxing the mind and getting the clients in the right mood for a massage. A partition stood in the corner of the room and I directed him towards it so that he could get undressed privately.
"Injury?" I asked, watching the outline of his body behind the screen as he stripped off, finally removing his boxers and grabbing the towel off the wall peg. I looked at his face and then down his body; this guy was built, not an inch of fat to be seen anywhere. This one was well worth going the extra mile for. I’d use every trick I knew to get my hands on his meat slab before the session ended.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Henry Pepper
• Release date: Sep 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005024147

Henry Pepper

I started writing stories when I was five years old. I wrote essays, articles, and over a million words of nonfiction before turning to fiction in 2017. I watched erotic authors having way too much fun, and after writing my first erotic romance, I was hooked.I writes erotic gay romances. My imagination is filled with Bikers, prisoners, and carpenters. My sex-positive books (M/M) are emotional stories that keep readers coming back for more.I live in Philippines and likes reading, travel, and I loves hearing from my readers.

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Henry Pepper

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Straight Guys in Gay Saunas

What Really Happens in those Private Rooms

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Straight Guys in Gay Saunas

Contents

Any Special Requests, Sir?

The Straight Guy Couldn’t Say No

Respectable and Straight. But…..

I Worked on My Best Friend’s Dad; He Couldn’t Resist

PLUS FREE BONUS

Any Special Requests, Sir?

I’m Ben, a therapist. Some days my job could be really stressful and other days, it was the best job in the world. After years and years of dealing with different crises and other mundane tasks, I'd learned that the best way to deal with it all was to somehow find a balance between stress and total relaxation. Most of what went into that balance was a hefty dose of television and beer after work, but some of it also had to do with focusing on my favorite clients.

I will admit to having more than a few favorite ones; the ones who brightened up the whole place the minute they walked through the door, those who knew exactly what they were getting into and why they kept coming back. These were the people I loved to do my best for, go the extra distance during the massage, the ones who thanked me for my work and who generally left a generous tip afterwards.

Those were my favorites though I would never admit it to anyone.

Fridays were my best days, mostly because the weekend lay ahead and because it meant two whole days without Hank, the receptionist, pestering me about finally giving him a try out as a trainee therapist. I'd always resisted, even after many boring conversations about letting him get some hands-on experience. I knew exactly what kind of hands-on experience he wanted to get but I hadn’t caved in to his pathetic pleading, even though he almost begged me to pick out a client for him to try on. That led us here, to Hank pouting at me as usual, his arms crossed like a petulant child and trying to look even more pathetic than usual.

But when? he whined, blinking his big, Disney-esque eyes. I swear he could double as a cartoon character some days.

Soon, I said vaguely, beginning to regret ever agreeing to let him get his license in the first place.

How soon is soon? he persisted, stubborn to the very last.

Once I find someone... suitable, I replied, waving my hand at the computer where there were hundreds of client’s names, probably none of which would be suitable for him, but I couldn't put it off forever. One day I suppose he’d get his chance. Meanwhile, what's on the schedule for today?

Hank didn't look happy in the least as he pulled up the schedule. Jackson's in at ten, he replied dully.

One of my favorites. I'd known Jackson for quite a while now and he never disappointed either in conversation or action. I paused, though, glancing down at Hank, who was slowly scrolling through the appointments, frowning at each one as though each one disappointed him more than the last. I shook the thought from my head, though. He just wasn't ready to let loose on these people.

By the time ten o'clock rolled around, I'd already seen one client, an early bird who liked to get an appointment in before he went to work, and was cleaning up the room as Hank called for me to go up to the front.

Jackson stood there, as handsome as ever in his designer jeans and a tee-shirt, but it was the man next to him that drew my attention. He was similar in height and build to Jackson, a little stocky but mostly muscle rather than flab, short, blond hair, and an attractive light stubble that covered his chin as though he hadn't bothered to shave that morning. He was glancing around the front room, taking it all in, springing up and down on his toes; full of energy. For a moment, he reminded me of Hank, who sat there twisting back and forth in his chair.

Good morning, guys. I greeted them, holding out a hand to Jackson and then his friend. His friend smiled at me and nodded. Jackson, the room's all ready for you. I said.

Jackson turned and smiled at his friend. Hope you don't mind. I brought a friend along. Ben, this is David.

Nice to meet you, I said, and David beamed.

You too, Ben!

Jackson didn't appear bothered at the perkiness of his companion as he looked at me. We were hoping you could squeeze in another today? I told David how good you were. He winked at me knowingly, and I merely smiled.

Well, we are fully booked this morning, I said, glancing over at the schedule. All the other masseurs had clients at the moment, but then my gaze fell on Hank, who was busy staring at his hands in a completely conspicuous manner. But, I said after a minute, and I saw Hank's chin lift expectantly. Hank, here, just got his licence, and if you both promise to behave, I could probably spare him from the desk.

Really? Hank stammered excitedly, staring hard at me now to see if I was being serious. He looked as though he might burst if I changed my mind and decided not to let him have a go, but I nodded and he jumped a little, clearly trying to keep his cool. I laughed at him and turned back to Jackson, who was eyeing Hank with curiosity. If that's' okay with you?

Sure, Jackson agreed. So you’ll have David? And you'll take good care of him won't you?

The best, I assured him, turning to David, who looked keen to get started. I wondered how much Jackson had told him. You never quite knew the first time; couldn’t assume anything, these guys had secrets. Right this way.

I led David away from the front desk where Hank was scrambling up and talking excitedly with Jackson. I hoped to hell and high water I hadn't just made the biggest mistake of my life.

In here, I said, leading David into the room and directing him over to the room divider. There are towels on the counter. Feel free to hang up your clothes.

It's not my first time in one of these places, He said as he stepped behind the curtain. Although that kid up at the front desk looked a bit strange; sure seemed excited.

Hank's been bugging me for months to let him take a client, I replied, getting out the oils and setting them up on the table.

Chomping at the bit, huh?

Yeah. I didn't sigh, but I wondered if I should check up on him. No, I told myself. I had to trust that Hank could do this, could be professional. If I didn't trust him, how was he supposed to ever learn anything? How was I supposed to ever let him walk on his own?

I'm sure it'll be fine, David said, sounding a lot more confident than I felt. From what Jackson's told me, this place has high standards. I doubt you'd let anything crazy happen.

That was true, but I still didn't feel completely good about it. Instead, I decided to focus on David and my job and blank anything else completely out of my mind. I couldn't control what Hank was going to do. I just had to hope he wouldn't be stupid and go and fuck things up for Jackson.

So how do you know Jackson? I asked as David tossed his jeans over the divider and I saw his shadowy outline reaching for a towel.

We met years ago, He replied cheerfully. Back when Jackson was a card-carrying member of the straight society. A fully paid up, 9-5 straight act.

Oh, I said slowly. So you and he... Jackson had never mentioned a boyfriend in all our sessions.

No, David said, stepping out from behind the divider in only his towel. No, no, no, no, I’m not gay, he’s just a buddy. I was just the guy he lied to about being straight for two years, but then again, he did that with everyone.

He hopped on the table and lay down, adjusting the towel around his firm looking buttocks without any sense of discomfort or embarrassment. Here was clearly a guy who was not embarrassed by his body, in fact probably the opposite, fiercely proud of it.

How long have you been doing this, you know, been a masseur? he asked; it was unusual for a client to be making the conversation and not me. I rubbed the oil on my hands and started to smooth them over his back and shoulders. He had broad, strong shoulders, tanned from being in the sun, and my first impression was that he must have been an outdoor labourer, a construction worker, or maybe just an outdoor-type of person. We didn't get too many of those in here. Most of my clients were rich, pampered, fat and flabby businessmen.

About ten years, I said, examining the muscles in his back, searching for the stress points. They were different for everyone. I've worked in this place about five now. I did my license and then worked at a place for a few before this.

Mmm, David hummed, sounding content enough. I kept my hands moving, mapping out his pressure points. Did you always know this was what you wanted to do?

Yeah, think so...Since about college, I replied. My parents weren't too happy I wasted all that education and then went working with my hands.

Ain't nothing wrong with that, He murmured. I'm a welder. Went to college to become an engineer. Things don't always work out the way you planned.

I nodded thoughtfully, working my hands into him a little harder, and listening for any grunt of pain or of pleasure.

Oh, that feels good, he muttered. Jackson was right ....you’re a miracle worker.

I smiled. I'm not that good.

I hear tell you're the best, the king of massage, though Jackson can never seem to explain why....Just simply saying you’re the tops

I bit my lip, not wanting to reply to that comment, just looking down at the tanned freckled skin under my hands. That’s a relief. That must have meant that Jackson hadn't given this dude all the details, but clients rarely did. It was probably a little bit embarrassing to admit why they came here so regularly, for a quick hand job, but without those recommendations I wouldn't have a job or a hot, good-looking guy under my hands like I had right now.

David laughed a little and continued, ignoring my non reply. Must be that, that you’re the best. Although knowing him I bet it also has something to do with having a good-looking guy like you rubbing your hands all over him.

I smiled slightly, nodding my head. I'd had so many compliments over the