'Massage Me'
by Alex Carbine
Chapter Thirteen.
'A Singapore Sling'
I suppose I have been fortunate in my travels, and I have travelled to many places in the world. The best bit is that most of the time my accommodation or Hotel is paid for by someone else, not that I overspend my time or allowances. I have found that Hotels are a world in themselves, and having stayed in so many, I am aware of how they work, generally.
There is always someone whom I can talk to about 'local knowledge', be it the Desk Manager, a table steward or a bell-boy. I am not shy of striking up a conversation, and it is amazing the information that one can glean. I was in a Hotel in Singapore, and the liveried bell-boy operating the lift, who by the way was Malay not a Singaporean, became an absolute fount of local knowledge for me, telling me about the changes that have come about in the City, and where to go, what to sight-see.
After a couple of days, I had an idea on the spur of the moment and asked him if he would be willing to show me some of these sights, when he had spare time. "But certainly, Mr. Alex," he said, his whole 16 year old face a big toothy grin, "I can show you everything!" and his arms flung wide to illustrate his claim. That very afternoon we set out in a Taxi for the Chinese Sector, Simon dressed in a blindingly white 't' shirt, navy-blue shorts, and ridiculously thick soled sneakers, and I in a light blue 't' shirt and matching shorts and pumps.
He had told me his name, but I was unable to pronounce it properly, so we agreed on 'Simon' which was a close, but anglicised, approximation. With Simon's guidance I became aware of a large shop known as 'Geek Central', with about five floors, crammed full of small shops, each selling the same electrical goods, the individual traders trying to entice me into 'their shop' to buy their goods, with promises of massive discounts or mint tea. His laughing comments in a local dialect made them laugh back but they stopped cajoling me. I asked him what he was saying, and he said, "I tell them that I am taking you to my Father to buy goods. They understand that and that shuts them up." "Is that what you are doing?" I asked him. "It is impossible," he replied with his everlasting grin on his face. "My parents died ten years ago!" I did not pursue the matter any further.
We had visited several of these multi-storey 'Bazaars' when we passed one of the many Temples that are found in the City. This was an enormous red Pagoda and inside was a giant golden smiling Buddha. We removed our shoes and they were looked after by an old lady at the entrance, having given her the required coinage, which was worth just a few cents. As we walked round, Simon gave me an informed running historical commentary about Buddha, which I include below for interest.
Religious leader, founder of Buddhism, born at Lumbini in Nepal, and raised in his father's palace at Kapilavastu. At the age of 29 he left his wife and son and a life of luxury, to resolve the problems of existence. After six years of austerity he realized that asceticism, like overindulgence, was futile, and chose the Middle Way of meditation. He became enlightened under a bo, or bodhi, tree near Bodhgaya in Bihar, India. He began teaching at Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, and founded the Sangha, or order of monks. He spent the rest of his life travelling around northern India, and died at Kusinagara. He is not a God.
After we had toured the Temple, which was packed with ancient and valuable artefacts, we went up to the garden on the roof, which was incredibly tranquil, without the hustle and roar of the City that it was surrounded by on all sides. As we sat and looked at the flowers I made the remark that my back ached and Simon told me that he knew just the place to have it fixed.
He took me into the 'Little India' area and just near the Mustafa Centre in Syed Alwi Road, he took me into what looked like a hairdressing salon. He spoke with one of the men cutting hair, and he motioned for us to go through the door at the back of the shop. I followed Simon and we mounted the stairs that we found.
Before I had left the Hotel, I had told Simon that I would pay for everything, and that he would not be 'out of pocket' afterwards. Climbing the stairs Simon told me that he had been to this place several times and that there was an entrance fee. I told him that this would cause no bother. We were greeted by an Indian at the top of the stairs and taken into a sitting room, where there were others seated at tables, reading newspapers, smoking hookahs or playing a game like dominoes.
We sat at a table and a Steward came to us with a tray of freshly brewed tea and cups. The tea is very strong and there is no milk offered. It tasted slightly scented and was delightful. Simon asked me what type of treatment I required for my back. I asked him what this place offered. "Everything!" he answered. "From a head massage, neck massage, half body massage, full body massage, everything." Looking around the salon I could not imagine I was in a Massage Parlour.
"Mr. Alex," continued Simon, "It is no matter to me but you can be massaged by a lady or a man." I looked at him and smiled. He continued, "When I come here it is to be massaged by a man, as, like you, I am more attracted to a man." I had to laugh at this bald statement of fact from a 16 year old Malay boy, with no Dad. "Is this not true?" he asked seriously, "have I made mistake?" He looked worried. "The others at the Hotel tell me you are homo-sexual, as am I," he said, "I mean no offence if I am wrong."
"Don't worry Simon," I said, "I take no offence, and yes they are right. I am Gay. And yes I would love a man to massage me." He looked relieved. "That is good," he said, "for that is what I told the Owner, downstairs." I had to laugh again and shake my head in amazement, and then a Steward came over to our table and asked, "Excuse me Sir, how long do you want a Massage for?" "Until I am finished," I answered. "Maybe more than one hour?" "And will you be alone, or will your boy accompany you?" he asked. I was surprised but tried not to show it. I looked at Simon and he was nodding to me imperceptibly. "I think would prefer 'my boy' to accompany me," I said magnanimously, and together we left the table and followed the Steward, me now holding Simon's soft hand.
The next room was smaller than the previous, but only just. The floor was lined with benches above which were metal lock-up cabinets for our clothes and valuables. I watched as Simon stripped down, just as Simon kept an eye on me. I took all my clothes off and placed them on hangers as I stood naked, and locked them away. I was aware that Simon was taking note of my body, my reasonable muscular trim for my age, my light tan, my shaved pubic area, my circumcised helmet and my glittering pewter cock ring round the base of my cock and balls. In my turn I observed Simon's natural light brown skin, the inoculation scar on his right arm, the perfectly formed and dimpled globes of his arse, his foreskin, his balls close to his body, and that he was getting a hard-on as he stood there looking at me, and as always he was smiling. "Why do you wear that?" he asked pointing to my cock-ring. "Because Simon," I answered with a smile back at him, "Because I can, I like the feeling, and I want to." He came over to me and held my hand again, and led me through the next door.
I was not at all sure what we would find, but it was all very clean and organised. We were shown into a reasonably sized room, which had two massage couches in it, about eight feet apart. There were two Masseurs and I was asked if I wanted to be able to see each other, or would I want a curtain drawn across the middle of the room. I said I wanted to watch. The Masseurs were each dressed in an Indian longhi, rather like a long skirt, made of a tube of material, hitched at the waist so it did not fall off the hip. I watched as Simon climbed onto his table, seeing his darker brown hole in the cleft of his bum and the back of his almost black balls as he lifted a leg up first. He surprised me though, as he stopped with one leg up on the table and looked back at me, confirming to himself that I had seen what he had wanted to show. I grinned at him, gave my hardening cock a wank and climbed onto my own table. We each lay on our fronts, our heads turned so we could see the other.
The Masseurs started at our necks and worked their way down to our buttocks, working methodically, professionally, and silently. I watched as Simon's legs were given treatment as were mine in a similar way. Then Simon's Masseur came back to the middle of his table and I watched as he swivelled Simon's body so that his short legs hung over the side of the table, his bum facing me. I felt my Masseur's hands hinting that he also wished me to swing my legs over to touch the floor, my chest laying across the table, my head facing so I could still watch what was happening to Simon.
So I lay facing Simon, my feet on the floor, and I watched as Simon's Masseur used his thumbs to hold Simon's buttock apart, revealing to me his sweet anus. I felt mine being held apart as well. Then Simon's Masseur bent and gave the boy's hole a lick, in a way that I could see what he was doing. My own hole was being licked as well. I moved my legs apart so that the man behind me had good, easy access. I watched fascinated as Simon's man's tongue darted and licked, in, around and over the crinkly patch of skin, whilst I was aware of my bum being lathered in a similar fashion. Simon made some comment I did not catch, and his Masseur stopped and walked away, to return with a large pink cock-shaped dildo. He showed it to Simon first, oiled its' length and then he offered the large plastic glans head up to Simon's entrance. As my Masseur's wet tongue entered my bum and licked deep inside me, I watched as Simon's Masseur twisted and pushed the dildo into Simon's hole, stretching it, I would have thought, beyond it's limit. The Masseur had also turned on the vibrator, and as it slid in and out of the boy, so the tone of the vibrator's engine changed becoming louder and quieter, higher pitched and lower as it moved in and out of the boy's orifice. My man was now wanking my iron hard cock as he licked my hole and behind my balls.
Simon's man had pushed the dildo deep into Simon, so that a stub of a couple of inches jutted out of his bum obscenely. Simon felt round behind himself with one hand and took hold of this stub and began to use the dildo to fuck his own ass. I felt the man behind me enter my bum with his finger, seeking my prostate gland. I was laying on my chest, holding with both hands onto the side of the table. Simon stood up, holding the dildo right up in his bum, and he turned round. He was now facing me, his stiff cock jutting out from his body about six inches (15 cms), his foreskin half pulled back over his helmet, the brown skin of the foreskin contrasting with the red/purple of the wet glans revealed. I could smell his slightly perfumed oily body and he came forward and offered me his cock to suck. I let him slip it between my lips and I used them to skin back Simon's foreskin to reveal to my tongue the slippery head and the oozing fluids I was now tasting.
With Simon's man holding the dildo steady, Simon was able to move himself back and forward, fucking my mouth with his cock, and at the same time causing the dildo to slide in and out of his bum. I felt my anus being stretched and realised that my arse was also being assailed by a dildo, until I felt my Masseur's hands holding my hips and I realised that he was actually fucking me with his cock. I let the two of them use me as a 'sandwich', fucking me at both ends. Simon's masseur had now lost his longhi and was standing naked, wanking his massive 10 inch (25 cms) cock. Simon gave a grunt as the dildo was removed, and a bigger grunt as the Masseur's cock took its' place, pushing Simon's cock deep into my mouth each time the man pushed his monster home to the hilt, as he slowly fucked the boy in his hands, a dreamy look on his face, his eyes closed.
Then the man pulled Simon away from me and turned him sideways, so I could see his enormous cock sliding in and out of Simon's sixteen years of body. Simon had his hands on his knees, his ass bent to take the man's offering, his head turned to me, his white teeth gleaming as he flashed me his smile. "This is the reason I return here. He is the only one who fucks me fully to our mutual satisfaction," he said haltingly between the slow, deep thrusts. I was able to watch the Masseur pulling the boy onto his enlarged fuck-machine, skewering him with it, deliberately, calculatingly, time and again. And Simon was obviously loving it, a willing recipient.
My Masseur withdrew his cock from me and helped me back onto the table, for me to lie on my back. My cock was rock hard in my cock ring and Simon came closer, held onto my table side and took me into his mouth, still be fucked slowly and deeply. His head bobbed up and down on my stalk whilst my Masseur held and wanked the base of my cock for him, whilst I lay back and looked at the rotating fan on the ceiling before closing my eyes. I felt something sliding along the table, between my arse cheeks and pressing again at my hole. I bent my knees a bit, my legs laying on the table like a frog, letting the dildo slide into me and back out, rhythmically. My cock head was being sucked and licked by a boy who was being fucked himself, my shaft was being wanked, my hole was being fucked by a dildo. I lay there and enjoyed the moments.
Sadly all good things come to an end. I felt Simon's mouth leave my cock, and I turned my head to see the Masseur extract his shiny weapon. The dildo went from my ass and I straightened my legs along the table. Then, to my surprise, The Masseur lifted Simon bodily and he straddled my prone body, sitting on my abdomen, his knees either side of me. He gently humped my stomach, his stiff cock and balls sliding in the oils on my skin, as the end of the table was lifted like a hospital bed and gave my shoulders support. I was able to half sit up comfortably and see as Simon, stood and faced towards my feet, his feet either side of my hips, bend and hold his bum open with both hands to show me his open, freshly fucked angry red hole, and then turn to face me and squat down, sliding his stretched puffy hole over my wanting, waiting cock, only stopping when there was no more of my cock to take inside of him. He sat there grinning at me happily, moving his bottom slightly in a circular motion just to make sure there was definitely no more of me to get in. Then he started to work himself up and down my slippery, hard, thick pole, wanking his own cock furiously, his face a study of concentration. Looking down my body I could see my cock lengthening and shortening as his bum rose and fell on it. On either side of me the Masseurs were also wanking themselves, their cocks mesmerising me, their balls shaking in their sacks as their fists slid back and forth along their shafts, their foreskins making their helmets play hide-and-seek as they pulled the flesh on their hard tubes forward and back, their piss slits wet with clear fluid.
I reached out and curled my hand round the girth of the black horse-cock that had recently been up in Simon's anal canal and wondered at the fact that he had been able to accommodate it. But as I handled it's stiffness and size I knew that a cock like the one I was now wanking would definitely satisfy his young lust, or anyone's.
"Mr. Alex, Sir! I am cumming!" called Simon, his cock spitting ropes of juvenile cum over my chest and one even fell on my face. I was able to lick it into my mouth before more cum landed on my face from the two Masseurs. The one that had been fucking me spouted first, then the horse-cock jerked in my hand, their ejaculate criss-crossing my face as they spent themselves, emptying their balls over me for my pleasure. I took 'horse-cock' in my mouth and licked the remaining white lumps off his massive split helmet, letting the rim of his glans completely pass my teeth, the head almost filling the cavity of my mouth, my lips sealing round his shaft behind. He gave one last spasm and oozed his final shot down my throat.
Simon was still bouncing up and down on my cock, and with an, "I'm cumming too," I delighted him in injecting my spunk up into him, my bum lifting up off the table with the effort to get my cock as deep into his bowel as I could, spraying the inside walls of his welcoming hot tube with my seed. Time and again my hole clenched as I spasmed into him, wanting my balls to empty their contents, the flared rim of my glans scraping the surface of his love-sleeve, my piss-slit opening and closing with the passage of my spurted white gifts, while Simon expertly milked my cock with his muscular ring and velvet-like flesh.
I had to use my hands to wipe my eyes clear of the Masseurs' sticky deposits before I could see clearly. Simon was sitting in front of me, my cock hard up to its' hilt into his bum, his legs straight and tucked into my armpits, the tip of his dark erect cock shining whitely with his spunk and poking up out of his lap, grinning inanely as he panted after such exertion. "Now does your back ache?" he asked impishly.
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