Let Him Slide
By: Giantguy
The neon sign in the window "MASSAGE TANNING BOOTH SAUNA" was
buzzing, half burnt out when Gary banged into the small lobby right
before closing on a wet Sunday night. You'd swear he was a
surfer... blond hair falling into his face. A deep tan. Blinding
white teeth. Hell, he hated the ocean. He took what he had and
built up his image with long hours in the gym, capped teeth and
sessions in the tanning bed. Now he looked damn good, and he knew
it. He screwed an endless line of women -- most of them a little
older who could do something for him. And he didn't mind using what
he had to lead on a guy... if he could get something out of it. He
was the king of making promises he didn't have to deliver... he
worked it for all he could.
Gary waited impatiently, looking around. The place was dead. It
was small, cramped, and the equipment wasnt' that great. The only
reason he kept coming back here was that Ted, the owner, let him
slide on paying up if he just flirted with him a little. Ted was a
rock solid guy, powerful rather than pretty, but for some reason he
let Gary get away with his i'm-straight-but-hey-maybe-for-you-buddy
act ... how much must he owe the place now? Must be a hell of a
lot.
Anthony, the manager who doubled doing massages, came out. Anthony
looked like Mike Piazza of the Mets, with a Teamster's arms and five
o clock shadow by noon.
"Hey buddy, we're locking up early."
Gary flashed his Tom Cruise caps. "Aw come on man. I just need
couple minutes in the tanning bed. Going away this week and I wanna
look good."
Anthony punched up the account number on the battered out of date
computer. "Uh... yeah. Hey listen," he said in his raspy voice,
"What's up with your account, man? You got a lot of charges on
here... gonna pay up or what?"
Gary was a little irritated. He shouldn't have to deal with this
shit. "Listen, Tony." The beefy man's brows lowered a little. "Is
Ted around? Let me talk to him."
"I'm about to do his end of week rubdown, he doesn't wanna--"
Anthony stopped as Ted, in his robe, stuck his head out of the
massage room.
"What's the hold up? Oh, hey Gary." Ted stepped out into the room,
a little closer than Gary liked. He could feel heat coming off the
40 year old's skin.
Anthony was his usual gruff self, folding his powerful arms across
his doctor's-scrub covered chest. "He wants to get in the tanning
bed. I told him we're closed up. Plus I told him hes gotta pay
up."
Gary turned on the charm full blast, putting his arm on Ted in his
buddy-buddy way. "You know I'm going to man, just a couple things
haven't come through and I'm still working on it."
Ted frowned a little, then a thought seemed to cross his mind, and
he looked over at Anthony. "I think we can let him slide..." He
looked back at Gary, "...one last time." Gary grinned. This was
too fuckin' easy. There was always a next time.
Ted smiled back at Gary. "We just got some new equipment in. From
Europe... the best. I think you'll like it. Take him in there,
Anthony. Then I'm ready for my massage, it's been a tough week."
He clapped Gary on the shoulder. Gary thought he noticed Ted's dick
pushing against the fabric of his robe. Damn, just smile at the guy
and he gets a hardon. Fuckin' pathetic. Gary smiled more and just
winked at Ted. Ted gave Anthony a look, and then went back into
the massage room, dropping his robe just before he closed the door.
Gary had a glimpse of his back... a strong V, coming down to a hard,
round ass and muscular thighs. He had to respect the guy for
keeping in shape like that, even if he was a fuckin' pushover.
"Come on. I'll get ya set up." Anthony led Gary back to one of the
two tanning rooms. He pushed the door open... in the small dark
room was a new tanning bed, with a control panel at the side, all
glowing LCD. Anthony looked him up and down. "How tall are ya
buddy? Five eleven?"
Gary stood a little taller. "Six feet even," he said. "...
ASSHOLE" he added mentally. Anthony punched a couple of numbers in,
moving his lips while he made some mental calculation, and then
pressed a few other pads. A low, low hum kicked in, almost
inaudible but creating a buzzing vibration in Gary's chest.
"There ya go. I'll come get ya when the cycle's complete." Anthony
backed out of the room fast, almost slamming the door. Jesus, Gary
thought. Definitely an asshole. He kicked off his clothes,
scratched his crotch, put his rubber eye-covers on and climbed in
the tanning bed. A blue glow was filling the room and the vibration
was more intense, rumbling in Gary's body. He lay back ... the
buzzing feeling felt great... but was almost making him dizzy ...
like being in a flotation tank ... it was making his head swim ...
he was going to have to tell Ted this new equipment sucked ... his
thoughts got fuzzy as the vibrations grew in intensity, feeling like
the sound equivalent of a black, sucking void.
And suddenly there was silence. And Anthony's voice coming from
somewhere (over a loudspeaker?) "OKAY. CYCLE'S OVER. COMIN' TO GET
YA."
Gary reached for his eye goggles and peeled them off. He blinked
his eyes. He was still dizzy. He looked up -- he could see Anthony
but the perspective was all wrong. Was he blacking out? He looked
-- the bed seemed to stretch out like a football field, the ceiling
seemed to be a mile away. He shook his head. He was completely
disoriented. Anthony reached for him, the hand seeming to grow
huge, coming closer and closer.
As Anthony's hand reached him, Gary's mind snapped to cold reality.
He was four inches tall. A burning rush of adrenaline pushed
through him. What? How the fuck? How could this fucking HAPPEN?
"Time to go," Anthony growled, scooping the tiny man off the still
faintly glowing platform. He still wasn't used to the feeling of a
small, live man in his hand. He didn't like how they squirmed in
his palm. Not having any pockets, he did the next best thing. He
yanked on the drawstring to his scrubs, pulled his jock pouch away
from his groin, and dropped Gary in, snapping it back. He stepped
out of his scrubs and picked them up, heading back to the massage
room with a stunned, four-inch-tall man stuffed in his jock.
Gary was almost sick from the G forces of being picked up, and then
the free fall of being dropped, when he landed on hot, rubbery
flesh, and the light was cut off. He was overpowered by the musky
smell, and a second later realized he was pushed against Anthony's
massive uncut cock, hanging fat and soft and bigger than Gary.
As Anthony walked, Gary instinctively held on, even though he was
held against Anthony's cock by the mesh of his jock pouch. He could
feel the enormous dick shifting a little, and could feel Anthony's
pulse as blood slowly pumped into his cock.
The movement stopped, and Gary could hear rumblings that sounded
like voices. He was too much in shock to do much except hold on.
Suddenly he felt something pressing against him, pushing him harder
into Anthony's crotch. There was something warm and wet soaking
through the pouch ... he was being prodded and pushed. Suddenly
light poured in as the jock was pulled down ... and Gary found
himself looking at Ted's mouth and tongue, greedily licking and
sucking on Anthony's jock.
Suddenly unsupported by the pouch, Gary scrambled for a hold. Ted
backed off a little, and smiled. A huge, wide, wet smile. He lay
naked on the massage table, his head at Anthony's crotch height.
"THERE YOU ARE. HOW DID YOU LIKE THE EQUIPMENT? WORKS PRETTY WELL,
HUH? YOU LOOK PERFECT..." Ted looked up at Anthony. "SO GO AHEAD.
LET'S LET HIM SLIDE."
Gary was suddenly clamped in Anthony's sweaty, oily palm, and
brought around the table as Anthony walked to Ted's side. Ted lay
down on his belly again, readjusting himself on the table.
Anthony raised Gary up in the air again -- Gary had a brief aerial
view of Ted's body, strong, stocky, glistening with oil, before he
landed right on the small of Ted's back. He slipped trying to stand
up on Ted's warm, slick skin. Anthony reached down, giving him a
little push, and then Gary was sliding down the crack between Ted's
buttcheeks. Anthony pushed him like you would a matchbox car, down
into the deep oiled cleft of Ted's ass. Ted flexed his cheeks and
groaned a little. Gary felt the warm friction of Ted's buns
enveloping him, and far above him he saw Anthony's smirking face as
he pushed him back and forth.
Deeper and deeper into the crack he went, Ted's glutes rising on
either side. Gary gasped for breath in the humid, musky atmosphere,
just trying to hold on. Ted's moans were getting louder. Gary was
slipping and sliding faster and faster, Anthony's thick fingers
pushing him down between Ted's asscheeks. Suddenly Gary realized he
was right against Ted's butthole, hot, flexing, squeezing. He
squirmed in Anthony's fingers, trying to stop his sliding by bracing
himself with his feet. He caught the edge of Ted's hole with his
foot but was suddenly caught like a bear in a trap. Ted moaned
loudly, and Gary, looking up, could see a sudden evil grin stretch
across Anthony's face.
Anthony's thumb suddenly bore down on Gary's head. Gary struggled
to hold his head up against the pressure ... suddenly he slipped and
found his leg sinking into Ted's asshole. As he tried to get his
footing, his other leg joined the first. There was no resistance,
nothing for his feet to hang on to. Anthony pushed slowly and
surely ... driving Gary down into Ted's ass like a nail into butter.
Gary heard Ted's groans get louder and louder ... his ass was
bucking as he humped the table, pushing himself back against
Anthony's thumb. Gary slipped in further and further ... Ted's
sphincter flexing around his waist ... his chest ... finally as he
was in up to his neck, Anthony's thumb couldn't get the leverage he
needed ... Gary was trying to breathe, the hot wet warm sock of
Ted's ass all around him like a flexing, squeezing tube ... a little
more air reached Gary as Anthony spread Ted's ass with both hands,
pulling his buns wide to see Gary sunk helplessly up to his neck in
Ted's butthole.
Gary panted for air ... Anthony leaned closer ... his breath warm
and spicy ... his mouth opened ... he held Ted's buttcheeks wide ...
his face coming closer, looming massively over Gary ... his fat,
thick tongue stretched from his mouth ... straining, pointed ...
pressing against Gary's head... pushing ... pushing ... pushing...
as Gary slipped into Ted's ass, feeling the muscle ring tighten
overhead.
Gary squirmed, writhing in the red-black darkness. He felt Ted's
booming, rumbling groans echoing as Ted hunched his dripping cock
against the leather of the massage table. Gary tried to hold his
breath... his lungs bursting ... his head spinning ... the slick
walls of Ted's ass all around him... he blacked out.
Suddenly he felt himself moving. Being pulled... sliding ...
slipping... There was air ... sounding like wind blowing into a
cavern ... the spicy scent ... Gary put his arms out to his sides
and felt himself being dragged over -- teeth? Pressed against --
ANTHONY'S TONGUE? Holy fuck -- he was being sucked into Anthony's
mouth.
Light almost blinded him as Anthony's mouth gaped wide. Gary lay
back on Anthony's tongue, covered in saliva and slime, exhausted, in
shock, chest heaving, pumped full of adrenalin. He saw Ted's grin
again, looking down at him.
"WELL GARY, THAT WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE. I FIGURE YOU'RE SUCH A
FUCKING ASSHOLE YOU'D HAVE NO PROBLEM GETTING SHOVED UP MINE. BLEW
A HUGE WAD, AND I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, I'LL CALL IT EVEN ... YOUR
ACCOUNT IS PAID UP."
Gary shook his head a little. Paid up? Maybe this was all over ...
they'd put him back in that fucking machine ... he'd never tell
anyone ... who would fucking believe him? But Ted was still
talking.
"SO YOU'RE EVEN WITH ME, BUT ANTHONY'S GOTTA GET SOMETHING OUT OF
IT. SO TELL YA WHAT, GARE. HE'LL LET YA SLIDE."
Ted laughed as Anthony's lips closed slowly. Gary felt himself
start to slip as Anthony tipped his head back, preparing. Gary was
pressed against the roof of his mouth, moving, being pushed by
Anthony's powerful tongue ... he struggled to hold on to the wet,
rough, flexing muscle. Saliva flowed over him ... he could feel
Anthony's throat muscles contracting, grabbing, clenching.
And then he started to slide.