Masseur
(wow... I finally figured out, that the SF WYSIWYG Editor really hates you, when you just copy formatted stuff from OpenOffice... e.g it doesn't save anything... -.-)
Masseur
This story is a collaborative story (actually a RP) between delta9 (http://delta9.sofurry.com) and me.
This story features explicit homosexual interactions. If you are under 18 or don't like that kind of stuff, you should stop reading right now.
Otherwise: Enjoy^^
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A young man walks into the old wooden building built above the hot springs, sore and tired from hours of driving. He wasn't even halfway home yet from his trip to Canada, but a soak in the hot springs sounded too good to pass up... especially given that this particular estabishment was known to employ excellent massage specialists as well.
After paying, the young man walked toward the locker rooms and took off all his clothes, stuffing them into one a basket provided for that purpose. A waiting attendant took it with a smile and directed him toward one of the large metal tubs, which he immediately slid into. The feeling of hot mineral water soaking into his cold and tired bones was indescribably pleasant. He felt like he could sleep in there forever, immersed in the hot, calm water.
Still, after an hour he was getting lightheated and his skin was getting completely waterlogged. Reluctantly, the young man pulled himself out of the tub, but he noticed something strange. The basket with all his stuff was gone, replaced with a single white towel... and there was a knock coming from the door to his bath...
"If you're done, come to the massage room. Our best masseur is currently here", the voice behind the door said.
Not one to turn down an offered massage, the young man wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the steamy hallway, using the posted signage to locate the massage room. He paused outside the door for a half-second before entering, taking the time to notice how old this section of the building looked.
He walked in toward the large massage table that dominated the middle of the warm and welcoming looking wooden room, sliding his warm and damp body onto the soft, toweled surface. It was so warm inside the room and the table was so soft, he felt like he might fall asleep right then and then. He almost did.
He could hear the door open and close again, as a rather deep and flat, but warm voice said: "Well hello. I'm your masseur for today. May I ask you for your name?"
"Mhh, good day. I'm Zack." the young man said, not bothering to look up. He was half-asleep from the warm bath, but eager for the massage to begin.
"So, Zack. How do you want your massage and where do you want me to start? Any specific regions which are clamped?", the voice asked.
"Actually, yeah. I've been driving for the past five, six hours; I was visiting some friends up in Canada. Now my back is killing me. If you could work on that it would be great." Zack replied, turning himself over onto his stomach.
"Okay, just let me fetch some massage oils then.", the unknown man said. Zack could hear some drawers open and the clink of some bottles. "There we go. Are there any specific smells or oils you like?"
"Huh... I guess I like lavender. But it doesn't matter too much to me, to be honest."
"Let me try out something.", the voice said.
A few seconds later, the clinks of the bottles and the drawers could be heard again. After some time, the voice said: "Are you ready for your massage?"
"Absolutely." Zack said, letting himself relax on the soft table. He pulled the towel around his waist a little tighter to preserve his modesty.
The smearing of two hands in oil could be heard. "Here we go", the voice said in a low tone, as the hands touched the skin of Zack's shoulders.
"Ahhhh right there, yeah..." Zack mumbled, as the masseur went to work on his sore muscles. "Maybe... little bit lower..."
The experienced hands were moving lower to massage Zack's upper back-musculature and shoulder blades with modest pressure, circling slowly around and working wonders on the young man's clamped and aching muscles.
Slowly, the thick, intensive odor of oranges and almonds was filled the room.
"That smells... pretty good." Zack mumbled, trying to politely converse and not just revel in how good he was feeling at the moment. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Mmmmmm... Names... Names don't really matter.", the still unknown man said, while he moved he hands lower and applied a bit more pressure.
"I guess, yeah." Zack said, half-focused on the conversation as the middle of his back was kneaded and massaged. "What do you think really matters, though?"
"Not that, what most people today think that matters. They've been blinded by everday's modern technology and greedy society.", the masseur answered and sounded lightly concerned.
"Well, yeah, sort of. I understand what you mean, but it's not all bad, right? Technology lets you meet new people- oooh a little bit lower, yes, right there- it doesn't just isolate you... sometimes." Zack said. He was beginning to drool into the table now, as his sore muscles were treated to the nice massage.
"I know, I know. Technology has its good and bad sides, but if you look at all those people with their all their gadgets, like smartphones, PCs, TV, etc. They can't even live any more without all this stuff. I know, that some of these things are important nowadays, but... there are still more important things in life... - I've got to apply some oil, just a moment", the voice said and took its hands off Zack's back, just to reapply them, almost dripping with fresh oil.
"Any other areas, I should pay some more attention to?"
Zack thought for a second. "Well, my legs are a little tense, too."
"But... to get back to what you were saying, I mostly agree. I don't think its all bad, but yeah. People don't think about other people as much as they should, they focus too much on stupid distractions and abstract principles rather than friends and family..." his voice slowly faded as the masseur restarted his work.
The man didn't waste much time moving over to the young man's legs and started working on his lft thigh, kneading it with his strong and oily fingers.
"Oh god... you are really good at this." Zack mumbled. "How long have you been in massage?"
"Umm... About over 20 years now, I guess. I don't really remember when I started.", the voice replied and moved over to Zack's other thigh.
"Have many friends in the business? Or around here?" Zack asked dazedly. The masseur's strong fingers felt wonderful on his sore muscles. "You guys seem pretty isolated out here...
"Yes, sometimes, I feel a bit lonely out here, but the chats with the customers compensate for that... mostly...", the voice said. A little bit of sadness could be heard out of it.
Zack frowned into the towel near his mouth. He hoped he hadn't accidentally stumbled upon a sore subject for the masseur. "Sorry."
"Just relax and enjoy the massage. There's nothing to be sorry for.", the unknown person said and moved down to Zack's lower leg.
"Okay." Zack replied, going quiet.
After a bit silence, the voice said. "Just gotta get some more oil."
Then the masseur moved down to Zack's feet. Giving them a really good massage, with his experienced hands.
Zack tried not to moan when the strange man's powerful hands worked over his sore feet, kneading and rubbing his sore skin and muscles. They had been working pedals for hours, and now they were getting the blood flow and touch they had been denied for far too long.
"Ahh... god, yeah... right there." he mumbled.
A low chuckle could be heared... and a... quiet hiss?
Zack dismissed the sound as nothing more than a steam valve somewhere, but the masseur's laugh was a little strange.
"Hey... could you go over my lower back a little bit more? Like, the small of my back? It's really bad there." Zack asked, trying to shake the weird feeling he had just gotten.
"As you wish", the voice said and placed its strong and freshly oiled hands on the young male's lower back.
The hands made Zack instantly relax again, but couldn't push away the akward feeling he'd just gotten.
Still, there was more empathy in Zack than concern at the moment. He felt bad that whoever this masseur was, he seemed kind of lonely. "Hey... what are you doing later? Do you want to maybe get a drink or something? I'm going to be spending a night in town if you're free." he asked.
"Mmh... I'm sorry, but I have to do some maintenance work tonight.", the unknown man said, sounding a bit unhappy with the answer.
The hands moved lower with some more pressure, making sure to get even the last bit of tenseness out of Zack's muscles.
This time, Zack actually did moan out loud. His poor back had been cramped into the car seat for hours, and now it was finally being worked back into proper alignment. Whoever this masseur was and however he learned his trade, he was godlike with those powerful hands of his.
"Ah... wow... how can I ever thank you?" Zack asked in a blissful daze.
"No need to thank me.", the voice said, with its fingers still lightly moving over Zack's back.
"Ah, no, you really are amazing. Thank you." Zack insisted. He felt like he was going to fall asleep, his body feeling as relaxed as putty.
"Seems like there isn't the smallest bit of tension in your body by now.", the unknown man said.
"Mhh... no. You did a... great job... feel like I can... hardly move." Zack said back in a low, relaxed voice.
"Okay, just stay lying there a few more minutes to get your circulation running properly again.", the voice said. The sound of bottles and drawers could be heared again.
"I wish you a nice day and a good drive home then. Goodbye!", the unknown man said.
Zack didn't know much about 'improper circulation', but he would have felt like a bastard if he didn't at least shake the man's hand in thanks. He awkwardly pushed himself up off the table and moved to slide off in a quick movement, wanting to catch the masseur before he left. Unfortuantely as he did so, his overly-relaxed legs failed him and his left hand got caught on a tightly-bound towel.
"Oof!" Zack yelped as he fell off the table, barreling straight into the departing masseur.
A loud clank made the masseur turned around to see what is going on, just as his customer suddenly stubled into his arms.
Only a single thought went through his mind: "Oh shit."
He looked down at Zack to see him in his arms, face forward in his chest.
Zack looked up. And up... and up... and what he saw nearly made him faint then and there.
Instead of a strong if sibilant man, Zack saw that his masseur was a towering serpent-man. At least five meters of thick, scaled muscles made up the reptilian creature's form, the majority of it in his long, winding tail. The masseur had thick arms tipped with claws and a jutting, fierce muzzle that somehow still approximated a human face. Slitted pupils and venomous fangs decorated his face, and a flickering, forked tongue shot out once or twice while the two stared at each other, to taste the air around them.
The masseur dragged him back to the table and laid him down on it again.
"I told you - not - to stand up...", the masseur mumbled, slightly worried and planted one of his big palms on top of his forehead.
"Yeah. Uh... I... might want to call a doctor. I'm hallucinating; you look like a snake to me. I think... ugh... I'm feeling really lightheaded..." Zack mumbled, half-to himself. He felt like he was losing conciousness. "Water..?"
"Yes, just a second...", the large naga said with a worried look in his eyes. He grabbed a glass, filled some water in it and gave it to Zack. His mind slowly filled up with thoughts and scenarios, about what would happen after some outsider knew his true identity.
"Uff... what shall I do now...", the masseur mumbled to himself.
Zack blinked a few times, still dazed. Yet his vision would not clear; the male in front of him was clearly some sort of naga. Powerful, terrifying and majestic all at the same time, the snake-like creature looked both unreal and real to Zack.
"Are you... a naga?" Zack asked. The question seemed dumb in many ways, but he couldn't help but ask it.
"Yessss... seems like I am one...", the serpentine hissed.
"And now, that you know it I'm in real trouble...", he said, this time more to himself than to the human.
"Er... why is that? I don't think anyone would believe me, even if I told them. And I won't trust me." Zack said, laughing softly. He was having trouble beleving all this was real, and moreover felt empathy for the strange creature more than fear.
"So... uh... what's it like? Being a snake?" Zack asked.
"Uhmmm... I don't know how I should explain it. Its just being me, nothing else... just... having to stay out of sight most of the time..."
"Are... there others like you?" Zack asked. No wonder the guy sounded so lonely earlier.
"None that I know about.", the snake replied, his facial expression unreadable.
"Fortunatelly, the residents of the nearby town are really towards friendly to me. That's also one reason, why I work here. I really just have to stay out of tourist's and visitor's sight..."
"Wow." Zack was still utterly dumbfounded that such a creature could even exist, but he had to believe what his senses were telling him. He was staring with open-mouthed shock at the creature's fine, smooth scales and powerful, coiled tail, trying not to make his gawking too obvious. His mind was afire with strange and wondrous thoughts. How could such a creature even come to be? How had he hidden for so long? How many other kinds of mythical beings existed like this? Where were the rest of his people, if any?
But one question came into the forefront of his mind, speeding there like a shooting bullet. Something that he didn't understand fully, but had to ask...
"Umm... er... I don't suppose you'd take me up on that date now, would you?" Zack asked sheepishly. "I mean, now that I know your secret?"
"Hmmm..." The naga needed about a half minute to decide whether he should go out with Zack or not. It was a hard decision for him.
"Okay I'll do it. I don't think I have much to lose...", the snake said, still concerned.
"Great!" Zack said, a happy smile on his face. However this date went, it would surely prove interesting. And whatever this snake-thing was, he sure sounded like a lonely guy who could use the companionship. "Uh... where do you want to meet?"
"There aren't really many places to go in this village. I usually just go to the local pub. Its called 'Martin's'"
"Okay, sounds good. What time is good for you? I just need to check into my motel room and unpack some stuff first." Zack said.
"Hmmm... Its 17:46 now... how does half past eight sound?", the snake said.
"Okay, sounds good to me." Zack replied. He gave the snake-man an awkward smile and a pat on his broad shoulder before leaving, his towel feeling somewhat tighter than when he first tried to leave...
"Aw fuck... what have I just gotten into...", the Naga said to himself in a low whisper, looking down to the floor.
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A few hours later, Zack approached the door to the sleepy villiage pub with a great deal of trepidation. He hadn't come to the town looking for a boyfriend and he *certainly* hadn't expected to encounter a mythical creature and he had expected to ask one on a *date* even less. The time he had to reflect on all this while he unpacked and read his book started to weigh heavily on his mind. Had the whole thing been some crazy hallucination?
Still, he was pretty hungry and even if no one showed up a little pub food and beer would make for a good night. And if he did show up...
Well, who knew where *that* might go?
Zack opened the door and walked in to the pub.
The pub was more or less empty, which could may be explained by the fact, that it was wednesday evening and vacation time.
The naga was 'sitting' in front of the bar, leaning on the counter with his strong arms. He was wearing a long black shirt, a band logo which Zack was unfamiliar with on the front.
Zack gathered his strength, took a deep breath and cleared his mind, trying to banish the nervous excitement that was making his hands feel clammy.
Still... it was a naga! He really was a naga!
"Hey, what's up?" Zack asked, somehow managing to sound nonchalant. He was relieved he didn't fudge his introduction for once!
"Hey, not much actually."
"Mh. You know, I never did learn your name..." Zack said.
"Ah yes. My name's James, nice to meet you, Zack.", the naga said.
Zack had been expecting to hear something crazy and foreign for his name, but realized that since the snake had been mostly raised by humans it did make sense.
"Well, nice to meet you too. Again, I guess." Zack said, half-laughing.
"Aaaaah, James, my scaled friend! The usua... uh. Who's your friend?", the bartender said, right as he came out of the kitchen.
"Ah, hey Martin. He's one of my customers and we had some little 'accident', I guess."
"Hey, uh... I'm Zack. Pleased to meet you Martin." Zack said to the bartender.
"Well, good evening then, Zack. Nice, to meet you, too. You don't really seem to come from anywhere nearby?", the bartender asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Nah, just passing through on my travels. Actually... yeah. Not sure where I'm headed to once I get back home. It's been a rough year."
"Not many people come to the middle of nowhere out here", the bartender laughed.
"Well, you guys have a pretty nice town here." Zack said. "Nice people. And nice... uh... nice Jameses."
"Yep. Really nice people. In other places, a raging mob with straw hats, hayforks and torches would have chased me through the streets and... ripped out my guts, I guess." James explained and added something more or less of a cough, when he was done.
"Well... I don't know. Some people are quick to judge in some places." Zack added, frowning. "But anyway, what's good on tap? And I could really go for some food about now. What do you two recommend?"
"Hmmm... I usually just have a few Guinness or some local beer. Hmmm and food... whats the special today, Martin?", the naga asked.
"Today its steak and fresh-made french fries. Want some?", the bartender told them.
"That sounds great! And it *is* a lovely day for a Guinness." Zack said, eyeing the beer.
"Yep, I'll take some. And a Guinness. Just as usual.", James said, smiling lightly. He was now way more relaxed than earlier that day.
A few minutes later, Martin brought the two steaming plates with steak and fries and their beers. They were engaged in awkward but cordial conversation, searching out shared interests and such.
"Here, you are.", the bartender said. "I'll go cleaning the kitchen then. It doesnt seem that more people will be coming tonight. Just call me if you two need something", Martin said and went back to the kitchen.
"Sorry if I'm a bit nervous." Zack said to James, as he dug into the greasy but delicious food. "It's been a while since I've been on a date and... I've never dated outside my species before..."
"Hehe, I can understand that. I'm a bit nervous, too, you know?... To be honest... I've actually never had a date with anyone before...", the naga said and blushed lightly.
"What? Really?" Zack asked, munching on some fries. "I mean, you look pretty good, to be honest. You can't tell me no one has ever asked you..."
There was a certain serpentine grace to James' movements, a certain feral strength belied by his sharp and soulful eyes. They looked as human as anything possibly could, scaly exterior nonwithstanding. The two ate their food and talked together for nearly an hour straight, talking about every possible topic and sharing their stories. It was strange how much the two had in common.
By the time Zack finished off his third pint, he had a pretty healthy buzz going. "So, just how snakey are you... down there? Not tryin' to be rude, I'm just curious..."
"Uuuuuuuh.... heh... maybe I'll show you later...", James said, blushing heavily at what he just said.
"I think I might like to see." Zack said, trying not to giggle as the alcohol got to his head. "I mean, I'm just sayin'... having two dicks is like, every guy's fantasy. Gay, straight, human, whatever. It's just natural."
James was somewhat happy, that Martin, the bartender, was still busy with cleaning, so that he couldn't hear, what they were saying to each other, but... on the other hand, Martin wouldn't really care about it.
"Ssseemsss I'm lucky then.", the naga happily hissed with a light slur in his voice.
"Maybe we should go over to my place then. It's actually just down the street.", he proposed.
"Oh?" Zack asked, his heart suddenly beating faster. "Sure! I'd be happy to..."
Suddenly, James moved over and quickly kissed Zack on his mouth.
Zack was surprised by the sudden movement, utterly shocked but not at all in a bad way. He awkwardly leaned into the kiss across the table, tasting James' strange reptillian tongue as it touched his lips. It made him hungry for more... much more.
Suddenly a voice came from behind the counter: "Uhm... Sorry to interrupt you, guys, but I'd like to close now."
Zack and James just looked at the grinning Martin. Both were blushing heavily.
"I think the beer and food is for free today. Good night, you two!"
"T-thank you." Zack said, stumbling on his words. He couldn't help but notice how happy the bartender seemed to be at seeing his snakey friend on a successful date.
"Uhhh... thanks, Martin...", James said, quickly.
Zack stumbled out into the cold night, James following not far behind him as they walked (and slithered) toward the native nagas apartment, still laughing and joking all the while. When they finally got toward the door, Zack was bold enough to put his hand under the snake's shirt as he fumbled with his keys. The smooth, cool scales there felt almost polished against his warm skin.
James turned his head and smiled warmly at Zack, then opened the door and gestured the young man inside: "Come in! Just feel like home."
"Happy to." Zack said, walking in to the small but well-furnished apartment. "Nice place you have here."
The snake had two well sized rooms, a living room with shelves full of books, some plants, a small TV and a high end PC in the corner. The kitchen was also new looking. One thing Zack noticed was, that there were no chairs at all. It was obvious, that the Naga didnt't need any. Also, there was a lot of free space to move in the rooms.
When Zack arrived in the bedroom, he saw a huge and low bed with a lot of pillows and a huge looking blanket.
Zack immediately dove onto the large bed, laughing. "Wow! This thing is huge!"
"Yessss. I have some special needss because of my sssize.", the naga said with a hiss.
"Yeah, heh. Makes sense." Zack replied. He sat back up, admiring the fine scales along the naga's frontside before placing his hands around the creature's 'hips'.
Slowly, Zack began to move his head up toward the naga's muzzle. "Well... now that we are all alone... could we finish that kiss?"
Saving an answer, James moved his muzzle to Zack's mouth and kissed him passionately.
Zack wrapped his lips around the nagas scaled lips, returning the kiss as much as he could. The strange creature was so powerful, so exotic that even that simple kiss felt like one of the most intense things he had ever experienced sexually. Zack was only able to pull himself away for the briefest second, and even then only to tear off the naga's shirt. His hands held James' strong coils close to him as they continued kissing.
"Mmmmpf...", the snake moaned into the kiss. His skin felt hotter and hotter with each second. Finally he was able to break the kiss to carefully strip off his lover's shirt and pulled Zack into a hug.
Zack hardly seemed to notice that his shirt was on the floor as he was swept up into the passionate embrace. His hands started to quest lower and lower along the snakes front as they kissed, searching the scales there for the reptile's slit...
When he found it, the human's fingers began to gently insistently press inside the taut opening. "Well... let's answer that question, shall we?" Zack giggled, almost euphoric.
"Aaaaaah! Yes! Of course!", James moaned to Zack. "Mmmmh push them deeper! Much deeper!"
Zack withdrew his hands completely instead. "No, I think I'll have a closer look."
Breathing heavily with anticipation, the human leaned over toward the slimy slit and pressed his face against it, rubbing his nose and lips against it before he shoved his tongue into the tight slit. Zack wiggled his tongue around inside the hot orifice, licking up the salty slitfluid therein and finding that- in fact- James had two huge, long, thick hemipenes inside his genital slit. Each one pulsed and grew bigger as he licked them, beginning to push out of the serpent's slit.
"Oh gawd, yes! Thats it, Zack!", the naga shouted, extremely glad no one else lived nearby.
Zack was so enthralled with James' strange, reptillian beauty that he hardly noticed how strange his skin felt and how warm his muscles were becoming. He was far too busy taking one of the naga's cocks into his mouth and working the second one over with his hand as fast as he could, utterly consumed by savage lust. Every drop of salty preseed that landed on his tongue or seeped into his skin made him want more... and James seemed more than willing to give it.
"Mhmmmm..." Zack moaned aloud, as he sucked hard on one of the naga's throbbing member.
James was overwhelmed by the pleasure he received from Zack's mouth and hand on his hemipenes. The virgin snake had never experienced such intense waves of bliss when he self-serviced himself with his hands and muzzle.
Zack had never had a serpent's member in his mouth before, but it seemed as though all the old tricks he knew worked on the reptile's tender hemipenes. He focused most of his attention on giving James oral attention, driving his tongue across the cock's sensetive head and just barely into the preseed-leaking slit, slurping up every salty drop that spurted out of it. One of his hands held the enormous, thick member steady, while the other one alternated between giving slow, powerful strokes to the second hemipene and rubbing against the serpent's full, pulsing internal testes.
"Aaaaaaah Zack I-I think I'm going to s-ssshoot ssssssoon!", James moaned, ending then sentence with a loud hiss and closed eyes.
Zack's mouth was too full to say anything, but he didn't need to. He simply increased the speed of his ministrations and pressed his warm, sweating, half-naked body closer to the somewhat cooler scales of his strange, new lover, eager to taste his seed...
James' whole body shivered. He hissed loudly and threw his head back as he came violently. His whole body tensed up, as his balls pumped his seed into his hemipenes. One of them was spurting his seed all over his abdomen, chest and over Zack's upper body, while the other one pumped his hot seed into his new lover's warm and moist mouth.
The shower of warm cum tingled as it struck Zack's skin, a pleasant burning sensation not unlike the massage he had recieved from the serpent earlier. But far more intense was the feeling of the thick, hot serpent cum pouring into his mouth. The taste of the delicious fluid drove Zack absolutely insane with sexual lust and fulfilment as it flowed down his throat and into his belly. He wanted, he needed more. What had earlier been a passing fancy, a strangely alluring feeling had blossomed into something far stronger.
"Aaah... yes! Zack..."
Zack licked still-warm cum from his lips and nose, still playing with the thick, semi-soft hemipenes in his hands.
"Wow... you... sure make a lot... of cum." Zack panted, trying to regain his breath. His upper body was practically coated in seed, and a lot of it was dribbling down his chin, chest and hands.
"Mmmh, yeah.... indeed....", James panted heavily. "How about.... taking... off these other... bothersome clothes..."
Zack didn't need to be told twice. Within a few *very* short seconds, they were both fully disrobed.
"So... want do you want to do next?" Zack asked lewly, as he rubbed his hard (and now proudly naked) erection. He was slowly and methodically covering it in serpent cum, getting it nice and slick.
"How about this..?"
James smeared some of his cum over his right hand's fingers and slowly moved it a bit lower. Zack could see another hidden slit somewhat lower on James's body. The naga pushed three of his fingers agains it and slowly worked them in. He teased himself for a few seconds and then pulled the fingers out again with a wet pop.
"Now come here...", he said invitingly, with a lustful smile on his muzzle.
Zack certainly didnt need to be told twice. He practically leaped into the serpent's slick embrace as he positioned his hard, well-lubricated member against the hot, tight anal vent. With a few careful but determined thrusts and the help of the naga's strong coils, Zack hilted himself into the serpent's tail-hole with the wet sound of turgid flesh sinking into cum-slickened scales.
"Ohhh... fuck, you're tight..." Zack moaned out, shuddering with delight.
"Aaaah yes...", the snake moaned back, slightly tensing.
Zack threw his hips forward into a forceful thrust, driving his hard cock against the snake's oversized prostate. He felt the serpent's anal passage tense against him like a vice, making both lovers cry out together as they mated.
But there was something strange still creeping along Zack's skin and bones, something feeling horribly weird about the experience. Naturally, he had never had sex with a *naga* before, but it didn't feel like the feeling were coming from James' body. They felt like they were coming from his body...
"Ungh..." Zack panted, "James... I'm feeling... sort of... strange..."
"MMmmmmh... what...", James said, thrusting back hard at his lover.
"I... oooh!" Zack cried sharply. The strange feelings he was getting suddenly surged into his member like a tsunami.
James felt Zack's thrusts suddenly slow down as the member inside his vent doubled in size in mere seconds. The scaled slit was just barely able to contain the massive cock now pumping into it, largely thanks to a virtual river of natural lubricants flowing forth from their orifices.
"Aaaaaaagh. Zack! Oaaah yes!!!", the naga shouted.
"Ahh...ggghhh... what is... happening..." Zack panted, tears of pleasure and strain running down his cheek and mixing with the dried cum still there.
"I don't... k-know... b-but it feeeelssssss... *good*!", the snake moaned, the huge cock now nudged hard against his prostrate.
Both lovers suddenly felt an incredibly intense upwelling of pressure, as Zack's buried cock split into two hemipenes inside James' moist and hot anal vent. Zack's eyes went wide with shock and surprise as his penis transformed, before coming to the most powerful climax of his life. For the first time in his life, James got to feel thick cum shoot into his ass and surge against his prostate, filling him up with tingling and hot pleasure.
"Oh fuck! Yes! Yesssss!" Zack yelled as he came, body tingling with transformation. His tongue had grown into a long, forked, serpentine shape, darting out of his mouth of its own volition.
"Gawd!", James shouted and gripped both hemipenes with his strong hands and started masturbating furiously.
The pressure in his overstuffed anal vent and the attention to his penes was enough to send him over the edge. When he came, his hemipenes began literally raining hot serpent cum over both of them.
"Ugh... fuck!" Zack cried out, his face just beginning to jut out into a muzzle as fresh cum splattered against it. His skin was breaking into patches of scales right before his eyes, and his naked legs were beginning to slowly meld together. The whole processed seemed to accelerate wherever the fresh, stick essence struck his skin. "What... issss... happening?"
"I... don't... know... whatsssss... going....on....", James panted, looking shocked to the core as well.
He managed to pull his still-leaking members out of James' hot, cum-filled passage, and immediately saw that he now possessed two thick serpentine hemipenes instead of his usual equipment. Zack was both horrified and enthralled at the same time.
"What the f-fuck is happening!", the naga shouted, both shocked and amazed at the view Zack gave him.
"I... I'm turning into a ssssnake!" Zack gasped, forked tongue shooting out again as if to emphasize the fact.
James was now completely dumstruck. He didn't know what to say or what to feel in that moment.
Another surge of transformative changes rippled across Zack's body, and his legs stuck together into one solid mass of changing flesh. Thick, plated scales began to grow down them as his toes and feet disappeared, and the length began to meld with his spine into a solid, serpentine tail.
"H... help!" Zack cried out in panic. But he already knew that there wasn't much that could be done at this point...
"Z-Zack, just calm down. Ssssshhhh... I'm there for you.", James said, trying to stay calm. He moved over to his new friend and embraced him, trying to calm him down.
Zack cried softly as he returned the embrace, holding onto James for dear life. He shuddered and spasmed as the hair on his head fell off and his eyelids turned into solid lenses. His tail began to grow out longer and longer, coiling around on the floor as meter after meter was added to it. Scales grew across his arms as they surged with strength, until hard claws broke out of his fingertips. Zack cried out as fangs pushed through his teeth inside his now-grown muzzle and his nose flattened into a snout.
In less than five minutes, where a human man once stood, a newly transformed naga rested upon winding, scaly coils. A diamond-pattern of green and yellow scales had formed along Zack's back and front, and his reproductive system now rested inside a pair of reptillian vents.
"Well... that wasssss... unexpected." Zack hissed in shock.
"Yesss... indeed....", James agreed empathetically, wiping a tear from the bottom of Zack's snout.
"Well... I guesssss this means I'm going to get a second date with you, right?" Zack asked, with a bittersweet laugh. "Oh god, thissss is going to be hard to explain. I might be staying here for good."
"You'll get your sssecond date of course. And yeah... I think you should better stay here.", James said, smiling first, but .
"And I think... another 'accident' will explain it for good."
"I'm... I..." Zack sputtered, afraid of the change that had come over him. How could he live like this!? How had James had lived like this all his life...
"James, I'm... I'm a little sssscared." he finally managed to say. The sight of his new tongue flickering in the air almost made him cry again.
"Sshhhhh... Its not that bad. The people here won't do you any harm.", James said calmingly.
"I doubt, that you will ever be able to live your life, as you used, but..."
"But?" Zack asked. There was a strange taste in the air coming from James, a hot and sweet taste that made his scales feel warm and made him feel at ease. Was he tasting.. love?
"I think you may like living like this... it isn't much different from what people call a 'normal life'.", the masseur said.
"I even have a passport, you know?"
"Hah, 'normal'..." Zack laughed softly, slithering closer to James. He looked into the naga's sharp, soulful eyes and saw the concern in them. Maybe... even if he couldn't deal with this terrible transformation by himself, he could do it with his help?
Zack raised one of his trembling, claw-tipped hands and rested it on James' soft, scaled belly, feeling its slick warmth. He put his other hand gently against his own frontside, and licked his dry lips.
"...James?"
"...Yes, Zack?"
"Can... can I live with you for a bit?"
"Of course you can. I wouldn't mind some company."
James felt a small smile begin to creep across his muzzle. Of all the guys he had known, he'd never met anyone quite as sweet and good-hearted as this naga. If he was going to be isolated from the world, he couldn't think of a better creature to be struck with.
The taste of fresh naga seed was still heavy in the air and all around them; Zack could feel his hemipenes begin to stir once more inside his snug slit. Zack felt his hands moving, and before he knew what he was doing he was stroking the scales near James' genital slit...
James returned the attention by putting one of his clawed hands at the side of Zack's muzzle and the other one slightly stroked the side of his new friend's abdomen.
"We sssshould... talk in the morning." Zack asked, sliding his winding length up against his lover's. It was hard to think with so much hot snake-sex in the air. "But... for now... how about you give me another taste of those hemipenes?"
James let his view drift over his lover's form for a few seconds, then he softly said with a bright smile: "Of course. And by the by... you look beautiful."
Zack felt his muzzle curl into a blushing but proud smile. Was he a handsome serpent? He certainly though James was, from the tapered tip of his tail to the way his eyes seemed to smile at him when they kissed...
James moved over to Zack, interwinding his coils with the other naga and lined up his hemipenes to Zack's anal vent.
Zack was unused to the form, but as he and James began to coil around each other his own hemipenes brushed up against James' vent. Suddenly he realized that their snakey forms would let them do some *very* interesting things...
As James prepared to penetrate Zack, Zack shifted his own coils around so that he could penetrate James...
"You know..." Zack started to say as he leaned in to kiss James. "I think this might not be so bad after all..."
"No talking, before the morning approachesssss...", James said lustfilly and pulled Zack in a hard kiss, while pressing his hemipenes into Zack's anal vent and Zack's penes into his own.
Zack moaned aloud as his now-virgin anal passage was stuffed with thick snakecocks, his muzzle hotly wrapped around James'. Their forked tongues wound together into a passionate kiss as their bodies slithered into a tight, complex embrace. Their slick coils shuddered together as they thrust and pulled and pushed as one. The bed underneath them creaked a little from their combined weight, as their lovemaking grew steadily faster and more forceful. Hot fluids poured forth over their bodies as their most sensetive places were forcefully pleasured, their hands and claws and tongues and tails and penes and very scales becoming one entity. There was nothing Zack could do but cry tears of sheer, physical pleasure and try not to cum too quickly.
James moaned back at his new lover. What began with a simple massage and a rather helpless situation suddenly turned over in having some interesting and like-minded company... and now company of his own species. For the first time in his life, he was no longer alone. Tears of joy, lust and happiness were running down the sides of his muzzle as they kissed. His hands roamed over his lover's side and back, shivers of pleasure running through his body as he felt the familiar scale-pattern on another's body.
When Zack came, a strange feeling rippled through his new scales. They suddenly went from feeling new and strange to feeling warm and familiar... naturally part of his body. The same feeling of ownership surged into his clawed hands and all the way down to his tailtip, into his pulsating hemipenes and his powerful forked tongue. There was no denying it, he was now a naga... and it felt good. He hissed out, crying into James' muzzle as he pumped hot, thick snake-cum into his anal passage with both his hemipenes, his coils tightly constricting his lover until they were so tightly coiled together they could only be told apart by the color of their scales.
The pleasure and tightness were slowly getting too much for James. When he felt more of Zack's hot snake-cum pump into his anal vent, he went over the edge. He groaned into their kiss, joining Zack's hiss as his own cocks shot cum into his lover's bursting confines, while his whole body was shuddering in orgasmic bliss.
"Oh... f-fuck..." Zack moaned. It seemed to take forever for his orgasm to subside and even when it did his whole body felt charged with pleasure. He never wanted to disentangle himself from his lover's coils. As the cum-coated snakes winded together slick, squishy sounds resonated in the bedroom. Zack leaned his muzzle over to James' and planted another kiss against the naga's scaled lips.
The other naga, he mentally corrected himself.
"Mmmmmmm.... that was incredible, Zack...", James said. He nuzzled and kissed the naga next to him back, while one of his hands dragged the overzized blanked over both of them.
"Yeah. God that was amazing." Zack mumbled in exhaustion. He smiled back at James "Well.. now neither of usss will be alone."
"Yessss... finally", the masseur said, nuzzled Zack and laid his head down next to his lover's.
Zack was too exhausted, too confused about everything that had happened to say anything more. He didn't know what the rest of his life was going to be like now that he was no longer human. But somehow the slick warmth of the snake next to him made it seem like everything was going to be alright.
Maybe what James had said earlier was right. If you had friends and lovers, what else mattered in the world?
And so with one final, teasing lick against his lover's scaled lips, one last gentle coil-hug, Zack drifted off into the most conteted sleep he had experienced in years.