A note from Poj:
Happy Valentines Day guys, let me share you a cracker of a story my friend told me about his first day at a new job.
He’s a Masseur, and gay like myself (no magic in him though) but he’s really, really good at his trade and very professional.
The reason I stress this is because he does NOT come across as such in this story, which is probably why I only managed to get it out of him one night when we were exchanging sex stories and he one-upped-the-fuck out of me with this one.
Well here it is.
(As ever this story contain explicit gay sex, fetish, dubious morals, fantasy and is not suitable for anyone to read it ever:
For God’s sake go away and do something healthy with you life!)
Act I: “tch! It’s always the last appointment in the day”
So it was my last customer of the day on my first day at this new place.
He was quite a big dude, muscular and overweight. Probably late 40’s. He had short black hair, deep eyes, thick eyebrows and a short cut beard thick with hairs. The only place his hair was light was on top of his head. His pattern baldness was fighting a small battle versus his vanity and ability to comb.
“Hey kid”,
“Hy.. ehh hello” (Oh my god am I blushing?) “I’m new here, but… not new to massaging obviously” (for fuck sake, I sound like a dumbass) “I’m… a new employee in this place“
“That’s OK., I’m sure these guys wouldn’t just hire some bozo”
He said, hanging up his shirt.
“Haha, Indeed. Now, if you’ll jump up there”
His body was hairy enough, I’ve seen hairier but it was enough to notice.
So I start massaging this guy. He’s face down with a towel over his midriff. The bench had one of those holes for your face so you can lie straight, facing down.
Considering his hairiness, I used a little extra oil.
I hated the idea of giving this guy a shitty massage by pulling hairs or whatever.
“This oil, should be good for your hair as well as your skin”
I said, reasserting my professional decorum.
“Good to know” he said, absentmindedly, concentrating on the sensation.
Anyways, after 5 minute on his back, I hit what felt like a bad knot of tension, so I dug in and released it, and the guy started melting.
“Woah… are you… OK?”
“Urrgh… oh, ehh yeah, this happens sometimes.
It’s why I book a few days off after my appointments just in case. It doesn’t happen every time, but it just means you must be doing a good job”
he said as his back started sagging like it was… melting cheese… or a balloon filled with custard. “You’re colleagues are usually cool with it, you can just ask them for help, they usually just put me somewhere safe for a day or two, until I re-settle”
“Oh, OK…” (well this is new!) “…should I carry on… or?”
“Oh, yeah please do, you’re doing well”
“Well, if you’re happy…”
The sensation of his back was so strange, I tried kneading it slightly but it just felt like soft playdough. I looked around and saw his arms, head, and hips down were still solid looking, so I tried for his thighs.
They were indeed still solid (and in need of a good rubbing) and I started. God they felt great, I was unnerved by what I witnessed and and my professionalism was wavering! Oh my God, get it together!
A few seconds in, I felt the same sensation again, I found a knot of tension, on his right thigh and heard him exhale satisfyingly as I released it. Just then his thigh started sagging just like his back.
Looking up I saw some of his chest was sagging down off the bench.
“woah” I picked it up and saw with amazement as my hands folded it back into itself like it was runny clay. Then I heard a light snoring, coming from him, (Did he just fall asleep?).
Right, let’s get a colleague in, this is fucked up.
I went to the door and called for my boss
Act II: “Is Breadth-ways even a word?”
“Hey, did you know this guy….”
Eric, (my boss) interrupted me as he stuck his head through the door (It seems he was on his way here anyways) “Ahh, yes, you got Tony sorry, it’s a shock at first, but just go with the flow and it’ll be fine”
“He said you would put him somewhere?”
“Yeah, it sounds bad but we just put him in a big bucket for two days, and then lie him out in a spare room” He said quietly, so as not to wake the guy, “You can put him where you like, just make sure he doesn’t get stolen or, messed with or something”
“Is he…awake like that?”
“We don’t really know… he doesn’t seem to be at least. One time someone knocked the stuff over and it spilled out on the floor. They even fell on top of it with chairs and everything, food, and he was none the wiser when he came to.. ehh, .watch out, his arm…”.
Eric indicated his arm (which was still solid) was about to fall off the table as he was lying there gently snoozing. I rushed to secure it and when I picked it up, I couldn’t help examining it. It was just a regular arm… except it was connected to a pile of flesh coloured goop.
“They didn’t know what it was, and they were trying to…” Eric lowered his voice again “…get it all back in the big bucket in pieces, but it won’t separate. They tried using mops and shovels and everything”
Eric was telling me this with guilty but amusement look on his face.
“Anyways, consider yourself responsible for him for the next two days. Just chuck him into the plastic tub and put it somewhere safe. One or two of the workers elect bring him home rather than leaving him here since the…” and he mouthed the words ‘spilling incident’
Eric paused and turned as someone from outside shouted for his attention “Look, you can do what you think is best, I gotta run to another client”
and with that, Eric shut the door and left me with this half melty, sleeping man.
”Right, so not a big deal then!?” I though to myself, in the most sarcastic tone I could construct inside my own head.
I did his other leg, the whole time keeping an eye on things sagging off of the table. I had to occasionally grab in big handfuls of the stuff and fold it back into the melty pile. I decided whatever might happen when I work the hips/crotch, it might end up being too difficult to keep on the table so I made a mental note to do the arms next and his crotch.
His legs done, I lifted his towel and kneaded them up over his pelvis, which was still solid, and draped them into the main gloop. (all the while convincing myself to stay professional). Using the towel, I pulled down his groin a bit more toward the bottom of the bench (where his legs used to be) to stretch his mids a bit and stop them sagging breadth-ways so much.
It did make things a little easier.
Now up to his arms.
Out of curiosity, I decided to pick his head up from it’s face down position.
It came straight up.
It was a strange sensation holding this solid head in my hands, his beard, his thick eyebrows, in a relaxed snooze and attached to this mound of gooey dough, with still-solid arms. I put his head down face up onto his melted back and began working his forehead (I would normally need to get the client to turn over to do this, but he had no such trouble). I was also completely in love with his thick dark beard. And was trying to think of an excuse to grab it, but nothing came to mind so on I went on with the head rub.
The head massage woke him slightly(!), just enough for him to hum as I was rubbing (my knees nearly buckled with the sound).
“You know, I normally can’t massage at these angles, but you’re a special case… Tell me how this feels”
I was able to palm the back of his neck at the base of his skull, whilst holding pressure points at the front of his forehead. I knew how good this was because a friend who specialized in head massage used to do it to me. It’s a position you can normally only do with clients who are sitting upright in a chair (so I rarely get to use it my line of work).
“That feels great” he said exhaling again with satisfaction.
“Yeah, normally you can only get this position by making people sit up, but you’re a special case” (did I just repeat myself? I’m a moron)
“Hehe” he chuckled, eyes closed “I guess every cloud has a silver lining…”
“I suppose” I said, trying to related to something that I frankly considered unrelatable.
“Does it bother you losing a few days every time?”
“Oh not really” he said honesty, eyes still closed “It bothers me when people freak out and run a mile and break up with me if it happens during sex”
“Hahaha” (awkward laugh falling out of my mouth) “ahh, well she doesn’t know what she’s missing, yeah?”
I tried to add, but it just sounded hackneyed.
“No, well, yeah, first off HE doesn’t, ehh didn’t” he corrected, (my heart skipping a beat at the discovery that this melty, hairy bear-man was gay)
“It might’ve been easier if I wasn’t gay, but men are so… shallow or something… Ungh!” as he was finishing his though I felt a knot of tension release from the base of his neck and his head began melting like the rest of him.
This was weirdest of all, My fingers just slowly squished in through his face, his beard. I examined the flabby pile that relaxed backward into his already melted puddle with my eyes wide. The hair was there but everything was completely kneadable and his face could be manipulated beyond recognition. My professionalism went out the window with the sensation.
I was too turned on.
Act III: “Well, we wouldn’t want another spilling incident…”
“OK, OK, come on, just do your job”
I folded his arms into the pile and start working on them. they felt so muscular all of a sudden and I was so self aware….
I went to the door and locked it. Not for any shady reasons (I told myself) I just didn’t want anyone coming in while I had a massive erection. His face was completely melted now and I couldn’t resist putting my hand in and stretching it. His features dissolved into a mess and his beard hairs spread under my hands as I picked up the soft, malleable gloop between my fingers and squished it and stretched it.
The arms eventually melted too (I was getting the hang of finding these tension points, or maybe it was just getting easier to do) and I was soon dealing with one big melty, doughy pile of hairy man.
I kept up my duties of keeping the soft fleshy blob on the table, but now I had to tackle his ass and groin. I pulled and folded what use to be his head and chest back in on itself a few times and re kneaded, to try stop it oozing forward as much and falling the the face hole on the table. .
It seemed to work at least partially.
Now, like a horny maniac, I moved to the bottom of the table and grabbed his still solid crotch section. Trying to convince myself to remain professional, I pulled away the towel.
I was holding this pelvis in my hands, right there completely at my mercy. Soft skin, muscles, ass fat, hip bone, my entire knowledge of the human anatomy as a masseur, working against me. All wrapped up in a nice hairy ass and attached on the top and bottom to a stringy, melty mound of man-gloop.
I turned it over to look at his dick. God it was gorgeous. Uncut, and thick black pubes I wanted to play with it so badly! Fuck!
“OK yeah, you’re coming home with me, pile-of-man-goo” I thought to myself.
I decided not to try finish the massage and melt his groin.
Instead I gathered him up and put him in a big plastic box thing I found nearby (jesus, it was heavy). Thank God he was my last client of the day.
Driving home my heart was racing, this was the crazing thing I’ve ever done. I don’t even know if this guy is OK with me playing with him, what if he finds out?
I was manic with horniness and far, far too turned on to consider the implications.
At home I dumped him on my bed and he oozed out, one big lump of bulging dough, and a crotch in there somewhere. I found his dick and started kissing it and realized I was right in the middle of the flesh-puddle with all my clothes on.
I jumped out of my man-goo, and stripped as fast as I could before eagerly climbing back in.
When I did I noticed it had an erection “Ho ho, well that’s encouraging” I started playing, sucking, and grabbing my own over-eager erection. I started picking up fistfuls of the gloop and masturbating with them. God it felt great. I piled a generous mountain of him on top of his own erection too and started jerking him off in the mound of his own melty flesh. I started to feel his precum wet the two of us.
I grabbed a johnny from my bedside table and put it on really quickly. Picking up his groin, I flipped it around so I was holding his ass in my hands. With a wide grip on his ass, I pulled his cheeks apart with my thumbs and brought his ass crack to meet the crown of my dick, inhaling with the sheer exhilaration.
I guided him onto me, and I went in without too much tightness. I slowly pushed further in feeling my way with my dick and pivoting him as needed until he was all the way down my shaft. I gave him one last test-pivot to drink in the feeling of my entire dick being inside the guy, and his lovely ass pressing well against my crotch. Satisfied he was firmly on, I shifted my hands to his dick again and began thrusting powerfully while jerking him off with the same motion like sort of sex-extension to my own body.
He came before I did and his groin started to melt. I was squeezing and thrusting the softening pile, as my hands eventually squished his dick and balls through my fingers and my own dick squishing through it his entire crotch, deforming it.
The lump of stuff eventually took on the same consistency as the rest of the puddle and I was simply grabbing my own disk inside of it.
“That was amazing…”
The condom seemed pointless now so I got rid of it and returned to the man-puddle and lay in it.
Feeling him all over my skin I started piling him over my dick, wanking the whole time. Sometimes he would slide off, but that just made the sensation hotter. It was a warm gooey, man puddle, and I could feel it alive and squishy and warming.
I came so much, fucking hell. It felt like I had never had sex before that moment, It was like an explosion and I almost passed out from the pleasure.
“OH, FUCK! HOLY…FUCKING….FUCK!”
Exhausted, I decided to lie in the puddle grabbing it for feeling, and picking pieces up trying to recognize which parts they might be but it was all just squishy and indistinct. Some bits were hairier than others, but nothing identifiable.
Act IV: “Ship long since sailed”
I woke up a few hours later, still warm, and lying in the man-puddle.
One patch had a bit more hair in it than the others “I bet that’s where his face is reforming” I thought. I grabbed a big fistful of it and lifted it up. Still completely melty. I stretched it out and it obliged, God I couldn’t get enough of this texture.
I was kinda sweaty, and so was the pile, but it had been a few hours. Maybe I should have another look for bits I might recognize, it did change and reform a bit it in the few hours I was asleep, but still nothing like recognizing parts.
I went to the toilet for a piss and cleaned myself up a bit. It was late at night by now and I realized I had slept all evening. I returned to the pile and jumped back into it, with a nice satisfying slap, followed by squashing as it was displaced by my naked body. I wondered if it was OK for me to roll around naked like this, but immediately realized that that ship has probably long since sailed.
I remember Eric saying it won’t separate, so I tried to stretch it up around me.
I pulled and wrapped it, and although unwieldy, the gloop did oblige and wrap around me a bit
“OK, let’s try it this way”
I got up (still buck naked) and whipped him out like a gooey bed sheet, spreading it as evenly over my bed as I could manage.
I then lay down on one side, then grabbing it like a blanket rolled over and around so it wrapped about me a twice. This time it enveloped me enough for me to try standing up.
Woah..It was heavy. It was like a fleshy quilt. It felt amazing but as I stood it sagged to the floor and eventually became impractical to keep hoisted up.
I was horny again by now and I gathered the pile up and flumped it onto the bed and starting fucking it again. I decided I wanted to see what biting it felt like. I sucked in a big mouthful and bit down hard. It felt like soft chewing gum but no matter how thin it got, It never wanted to separate. It tasted of…man sweat and pheromones. Cumming again into the gloop, I bundled it up and folded it a few times, (”I wonder what the fuck this is doing to him? I hope this is safe..”) anyways, I stretched him out to a new fold, to lie in, and fell asleep for the night.
The next morning, his reintegration was a bit more noticeable. It was still a big puddle, but perpendicular to where I was lying was the vague shape of his chest, arms and head, with me lying on his stomach and his legs wrapped up and over flopping back into his own chest. I sank my hand into his chest and almost detected a reaction?, but my hand sunk straight through. I carefully flopped his legs back to try keep the loose shape of his dick and balls solid enough for me to play with, but he was still too runny. It seemed his head was almost reshaped a small bit.
I had a massive morning horn and I still wanted to play with him.
Carefully, I sat up and I knelt right into his chest, pointing my dick at his head. I watched as my erection pierced his gooey image and distorted everything as it disturbed the surface.
More sex, and as I finished up I thought “OK, I gotta stop wanking into this guy, this is completely insane”. I gathered him up into a ball, and left him on my bed while I went to work.
Work went by in a daze, at one stage Eric asked me if I “took care of Tony” and I indicated (as innocently as I could) that I had.
I was of course privately mortified, (and to be honest terrified) by my behavior. In all my years as a professional masseur I have never done something like this.
Rushing home I dashed up to see how his reshaping was coming along.
Act V: “I know you did”
He was almost human shaped blob lying cross-ways on my bed when I peered in. I lifted his leg and it bent like it was still a bit too soft to support it’s own wight, but he did seem to react
“mmmm, h,bl?”
OK this guy is alert it seems
“Are you awake?” I called “The staff said to bring you home because we didn’t have a suitable place to keep you in the office”,
He seems to respond with a gargle
“I put you on my bed, to re-set” (I am such a lying sack of shit) “but now I’m going to move you to some place safer”
“Mnnnmblmm”
Luckily, I had a massage table set up in my spare room for the odd friend who let’s me practice on them, so my story kinda added up.
There I was pretending to be professional again, Fuck, an I even able to lift this guy without fucking him up? I put my hand under his neck and tested a lift.. No good, it just made his head spill backwards.
“Fuck I can’t move him without messing things up, but I gotta go to bed this evening”
I grabbed the big plastic box, and without saying too much, just grabbed big bunches of him, and flopped him into the box.
He spilled in, completely misshapen, but at least now I can move him.
The room with the table was next door to my bedroom, and I carried him over and emptied him out like a sandcastle, onto the table. He was a jumble again, but firmer than before.
I scrunched the pile up a few times, to arranged it length-ways on the table, and then let him be.
The next morning I woke extra early, dressed myself and went in to see, he was lying face up, almost fully formed, and naked (fuck, I forgot about that)
“…hey kid….” he said, his voice very soft and wobbly sounding.
“…you’ve had sex with me. I know you did, I know the feeling”
(SHIT!!!) the colour from my face vanished, my heart started racing with panic. Does he know!? Oh my god, I’m going to lose my job, my life…I’ve just sexually assaulted someone, I’m going to be a sex offender Jesus christ!!
I started trying to form a response “I… emm, I don’t know if…”
“Bwa ha ha ha ha!” (he was laughing) “…you’re lucky you’re handsome kid, or you’d be in a lot of trouble right now”
“You… DON’T MIND!?” I said,
“Oh, I DO mind, but you’re lucky I had a crush on you when I met you yesterday”
“Oh fuck, Jesus” (I almost starting crying) “I don’t know what, I… just… I would never… I’ve had this fetish, and then you just appeared out of nowhere and, it was like, I was trying to be professional and you were so hot anyways, like before the melty stuff, and I would never do anything to… I don’t know why I did… it”
“Hehehe” His was jiggling and laughing (at my manic distress!!)
“hey, hey, listen, I guess you got lucky that I’m so understanding, kid. Now would go get me some clothes for when I’m fully back to strength, or, a the very least bring me back to bed for some proper cuddling”
“FOR REAL!!?” (I DID sound like a kid)
“Yeah, let’s do it, I’m not going to be doing much else for the next, lemme see…” (he tried to lift his arm, but it didn’t quit work) “…8 hours, I reckon”
“Sure thing! Ehh, Oh, but you’re too difficult to lift like that, I’m going to have to bring you in this plastic tub thing, but I’ll do my best too ehh… keep your head and stuff intact…”
“Oh it actually doesn’t matter, the closer I get to re-setting the faster I reshape”
“Oh, wow, OK.
Does it take you longer to reset if I keep folding you up and stuff?”
“A little, but eventually I get too tough to keep being misshapen. One time, someone tried for as long as possible but gave up after after 5 days, and it only took about 8 minutes to snap back into my real shape, and then I didn’t melt again for about 9 months”
“That’s crazy” I said, genuinely fascinated “well, here goes big guy”
Epilogue: “Well I fucked that up”
I began maneuvering to get him off the table,
“Steady does it kid… hey, and what’s your name?”
“Ohh, ehh, Andy”
“Andy yeah?, that’s a kind of… wuh! UMHP!!”
“…Fuck!”
I messed up and he just flopped down head first on the floor.
I tried turning him over, but everything was kinda flattened, and he wasn’t responding.
“Well, I fucked that up”.
Resigned to my own incompetence, I folded him up to fit in the box. Sure enough he was firmer to fold now, perhaps just a little softer than I dunno, blue-tack or not-quite-set taffy, and I moved the big lump-of-him to my bed as promised.
I did use the opportunity examine his texture a little more. His features were staying more solid this time, even when folding him. A bit like Stretch Armstrong. I decided to let him set back to being awake again, which took about 20 minutes, and we kinda just… cuddled and had weird sex all morning.
We also, you know, introduced ourselves to one another.
AND… (drum roll) we’re still together like 7 years and counting! I didn’t want to ruin the story by saying that bit at the start.
