The next room was very different from the one Jon had just come from. Instead of cold concrete floors, there were lush carpets. Instead of cool air, the warm, vanilla scented air returned. Instead of being alone, Jon found he had company.
It was only one person, a man lying face down on a massage table with a towel covering his lower half (and nothing covering his top half). Jon's heart immediately went out for the guy. How long had he been waiting? He'd probably gone through the steam room and the locker room just like Jon, but hadn't noticed the open locker. Jon felt both lucky and selfish. He was so glad to have found the clothes, but in reality the guy on the table should have had first dibs.
Not to mention the fact that the man was on the table by the time Jon got there. How long had he been waiting, anyway? He probably was a victim of the mass staff exodus just as Jon had been. Jon wondered if the man was even awake.
"Been waiting long?" he asked in a soft voice, in case the man was asleep.
"Long enough. Took you enough time to get here," came the gruff reply from the man who didn't bother to turn over.
Jon completely understood why the man would feel upset. If Jon had been waiting as long as the man did, he would feel upset as well. Couple that with the fact that the man hadn't been able to find any awesome clothes like the ones Jon now wore, and Jon was surprised that the guy wasn't livid. Shame washed over him as he stared at the practically naked man. He really should give up his clothes for the guy, but Jon loved his clothes! The way the g-string tucked into his ass, the way his high heeled boots made him feel rugged like a cowboy, the way his bra hugged his chest; there was just no way he'd be able to give them up. There would have to be another way.
Then the idea came to him. Rubbing some of the warm massage oil from the stand next to the table where the man rested, he said again 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 complied, happy to have found a way to make the man's life better. The big shoulders the man possessed proved difficult to work, but once Jon climbed up on to the table, straddling the man's body, the added leverage gave him the strength he needed.
More and more he kneaded the muscles on the man's back. Down and down his hands went. 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.
After about thirty minutes of work, instructed the man beneath him to flip over. It was time to do his front.
Shock ran through Jon's whole being as he saw the biggest knot he'd ever seen in a muscle. There, right between the man's two legs, right in the groin, was a long, hard knot that seemed to to be throbbing, even growing. Jon could see veins popping out of the sides of the knot, which made him worry; he had better get to work!
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.
