Derrick found himself in a small waiting area. A lovely woman in her thirties indicated a fabric-draped opening. "Welcome, sir. If you will go in, strip, and lay down on the table face-down, your masseuse will be in momentarily."
"Ummm." Derrick hesitated. "Will this help me be a better athlete?"
She smiled and nodded. "Oh, you will be quite adept at sports of all types. Even some you may not have tried before."
Derrick nodded enthusiastically and strode into the other room, missing the woman's knowing smirk. There was no one else in the medium-sized room, but it was easy to figure out the pegs and shelves for his clothing and the contoured table with a mat of woven grass. There was also a large stand covered with bowls that held different liquids and pastes ranging from lavender-scented oil to a foul-smelling greenish-brown paste. He resolved to tell whoever the masseuse was not to use that stuff!
Even though he had already seen nudity among the guests and staff, Derrick was grateful to get himself face-down on the table before anyone else came in. He was probably average for a 16 year-old, but seeing the spectacularly male minotaurs, satyrs, and pretend godlings wandering around, he felt self-conscious. He had just gotten settled when a young, but obviously male, voice said “Oh, I can hardly wait to get my hands on you!”
Startled, Derrick twisted around to see a youth about his own age, one of the impossibly handsome actors playing godlings, grinning at him. The guy was nude and very well endowed, with stylishly tousled blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was also well muscled and athletic without being bulky – perfectly buff and tanned an even golden brown. “Umm, hi? I’m Derrick.”
The young man chuckled and took Derrick’s offered hand. “Nice to meet you, Derrick. I am Hermes. We are going to be VERY good friends by the time I am done with you.” His free hand slapped Derrick’s rump and squeezed, causing the boy to jump and flush.
“Ummm, maybe I should try something else?” Derrick felt his cheeks burning. He knew that the Resort followed the style of Ancient Greece, where almost anything was condoned, but this guy was coming on pretty strong. Still, it wasn’t like he had to date the guy, and it probably would be even more embarrassing to have a girl, or worse, a gown woman rubbing his body.
“Nonsense!” Hermes gave his butt cheek another squeeze and tousled Derrick’s hair with a grin. “I am the god of athletes. A few sessions with me and you will be ready to handle any sport you want to try.” Leaning close, his bright blue eyes stared hard into Derrick’s brown orbs. “Maybe we will make some other improvements as well. Now, face down!”
Still nervous, Derrick decided to stick with it for now. Hermes’ hands slid over his back and rump, then down his legs and feet, back up the sides and around his arms and hands, then up his neck to meet at the top of his head. Derrick suddenly felt warm – pleasantly so, like being on the beach on a sunny day. He was just recovering from that surprise when warm oil was poured onto his back and Hermes began spreading it over his skin with firm, long strokes. It felt incredible, so much so that Derrick rapidly forgot his reservations and lay back with a sigh.
“Most of the guys I work on are older, well past their prime. Not that I can’t do wonders, but when I am done what are they gonna do? Well, unless they go see Hebe, and then most of what I do gets lost when she strips away the age.” Hermes continued to spread the oil as he talked. “But you are perfect! Old enough to be well formed but just starting to reach adult size. OK, turn over so I can do the font.”
Lost in a pleasant haze, Derrick complied without thinking, only to have his eyes fly open when his genitals got a thorough examination. Hermes clucked his tongue. “Definitely need some work there. A perfect athlete should be a stallion, don’t you think?”
“Umm.” Cheeks hot again, Derrick looked up at Hermes, but decided there was no point in holding back now. “Sure. Whatever you want is OK.”
“I can do anything?” The surprise in Hermes voice was obvious.
“Yeah.” Derrick grinned, feeling reckless. “Anything you want to do is OK with me. I’m here to try different things, right? I mean, I’m not into pain or drugs, but other than that, go for it!”
“”I knew you were going to be fun!” Hermes went to work with the oil, and Derrick succumbed to the incredible massage, laying his head back and closing his eyes. It wasn’t until he felt something thick and warm being applied to his genitals that he looked. Hermes was smearing the nasty-smelling greenish-brown paste on his testicles and penis. Derrick started to complain, but it actually felt really good.
Hermes grinned at him. “Stallion, right?”
Chuckling, Derrick nodded and lay his head back. “Sure! Clydesdale!” He felt Hermes pile the stuff on like a thick layer of warm mud, but it felt amazing, so he relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. The stink got easier to tolerate, which was a good thing when he felt Hermes start to smear the dark salve over his chest and arms. His front was plastered with the stuff in minutes, and the odor somehow seemed nice now, a warm combination of animal sweat, urine, musk, and earth.
“Mouth and eyes open!”
Derrick complied with the command, then cried out as hands slapped the thick paste into his mouth and eyes at the same time. The hands pressed down, keeping his head pinned as he struggled to blink and push the paste out with his tongue. He swallowed instinctively, sending the majority of the paste towards his stomach. It had a slightly bitter taste, but spread warmth everywhere it touched, even his teeth. The hands released and Derrick sat up, wiping at his eyes. Vision was blurred and partially obscured by a layer of goo coating his eye, but it felt warm and soothing rather than the expected burning.
Instead of apologizing or explaining, Hermes continued to apply the paste, mashing it into Derrick’s hair and spreading it over his face. Nostrils were plugged for a moment, but cleared before breathing became an issue. At Hermes’ prompt, he rolled back on his belly and let the young man spread the paste over his back. Derrick felt dazed now, sleepy and warm in a cocoon of the thick paste. He did not even object when Hermes’ fingers pressed into his anus, forcing more of the paste inside him. Instead, Derrick was suddenly very tired, and drifted off to sleep.