'Massage Me'
by Alex Carbine
Chapter Fifteen.
D.I.Y. or Not?
I saw an advert in the local papers under the 'Education' section for evening classes to learn Massage. A phone call satisfied my curiosity as to who/what/when/where/how much and I enrolled. On the first evening I found that of the twenty of so Students, I was the oldest there, and there was only one other male on the course.
"So nice to see you Mr. Carbine, may I call you Alex?" gushed the lady Lecturer, reading names off a clip-board. We were all sat in those too-small-for-adults lecture seats with attached writing pads that I could not become comfortable in, and filled in our Forms for contact address, age, etc. The other male sat next to me, and I discovered that 'Paul' was 22, that he had not been able to find work at all, and that he had thought that this would be a trade he could do. "Are you Gay?" I asked him directly. He frowned and looked at the paper in front of him. "Don't worry, I am," I said and he looked back to me and smiled. "Thank God!" he said, "I came in here and thought I was the only one!"
Our Teacher, Miss Llewellyn, introduced herself as 'Lulu' and in going through what was to come for us, the only contentious item that she required was that we would need, after 4 lessons, to be able to 'produce' a friend who we could 'real-time practice on' for the following 8 lessons. At the coffee break Paul, who told me he liked to be called Po, sat with me and we discussed how to get our 'practice guys'. In conversation I was able to make some discoveries.
Po was studying at University, and needed a part-time job to live and eat as his monies were going faster than he thought. He was living in the University accommodation, which was a major cost to him, but not being from the locale, he had no idea where else to live. I suggested that he put a clear advert on the 'Halls' Notice Board asking for volunteers for the both of us, explaining what we needed, and what we required from our 'volunteer'. I gave him my contact details and told him to 'phone me if he had any problems.
The call from Po came three days later. Having posted the advert as suggested, he had had over twenty written replies placed in his mail box, several with Photographs. He wanted to meet so that I could help him decide. That evening, in a Pasta House, we met up and together we agreed a list of our requirements and read the answers he had received. They were all from other young Students, and two had enclosed naked photos of themselves coyly covering their cocks. I told him to reply to each and every one, saying that we had received many replies and would be assigning a particular night for their 'free' massage on the Course. In this way we would have a different 'guy' for each class, and have some 'spares' for those who 'dropped out'. The day before our next class Po rang to say that my idea had worked and that he had arranged it all.
The first evening lectures covered Anatomy and we had a great deal to learn for the following week's tests, as well as tests that night, and Po and I successfully jumped through all the 'hoops' that Lulu set us. The first night we actually met our 'volunteers' was exciting. My 'guy' was 24 and studying Civil Engineering. He had answered our advert on the 'nothing to lose' ticket. Along with the other 'volunteers' he stripped down to a pair of swimming trunks and lay on his front whilst Lulu lectured. I must admit that although I had had massages myself, I had never given one, and was totally engrossed in what Lulu was saying and what she required us to do, as she toured the room of massage tables giving advice and demonstrating technique to individuals and the whole class. At coffee time we were able to talk a bit more sensibly.
As Po and I talked, our guys were able to chat as well. Po and I agreed privately that neither had registered on our 'Gaydar', and were totally straight sexually. At the end of the evening we were able to thank them for attending and helping us, and both said they had made contact with Lulu to have 'free' massages if others ever needed a practice 'dummy'. I looked forward to meeting my next 'dummy'.
Meeting up by the Entrance Door the next week, Po and I waited for our 'guys' to appear. Two young fellows came over and introduced themselves as Reg and Anton, and apparently they had met on the bus coming to us that night. Reg volunteered to be my 'dummy' for the night, and Anton went with Po. As part of the course we had bought our own massage tables at a reduced rate from the College, and whilst we set them up in the Hall we were able to talk with the two lads. My Gaydar was 'pinging' like mad.
Lulu was surprised that we had different partners to massage this week, and smiled when we explained what we had arranged. She bustled off to return with 'health and safety' forms for the two to fill in. I read one quickly and it was really a disclaimer for the College in case of accident or injury. We passed them on to the lads as they stripped off in the changing room. Reg was wearing a very brief thong when he appeared, and Anton was wearing a thong/jockstrap, with two leg straps and a middle strap in his ass cleft, all attached to a rainbow coloured pouch covering his the front. My Gaydar never misses!
To say that I was distracted when we began our lesson would be an understatement. Before we had started Reg had whispered in my ear that "he loved the idea of older men massaging him" and as he climbed up on to the massage table I had a good view of the thin string of white fabric as it crossed his darker fleshed bum hole. His body was not at all hairy, and he had none between his legs. When I asked him he said that he did a great deal of cycling and shaved himself regularly. My cock was rock hard. I managed to go through the evening without cumming and we exchanged 'phone numbers before parting.
Po called me the next day and told me that Anton wanted a meet up, and I suggested my House as his Halls were a bit public. By text I contacted Reg, who jumped at the idea and we eventually arranged for all to meet for a Pizzas Dinner at my place. Living away from the Campus area, I picked them up in my car and on the way we picked up our Pizzas. The atmosphere in the car as we drove was electric. Po and Anton in the back were kissing and Reg had his hand on my lap as I drove, smiling at me and stroking my cock in my jeans.
I cracked open a couple of bottles of Chilean red wine and we sat around the sitting room eating, talking, drinking, laughing and generally feeling good. The lads had more to talk about than me, there being an age gap that could not be filled. I let them be and cleared all the remains of the meal into the Kitchen. When I came back they were discussing the Massage Lectures and I suggested that we ought to take the opportunity to practice. I had my table set up in the spare bedroom and so that is where we went next.
I am not self-conscious, and just began stripping off. The other three just looked at me, until I said, "Come on. You can't have a massage with your clothes on, can you?" Reg was looking at me as he took his clothes off, and when I removed my jockstrap, he saw my cock ring round my lazy hard-on, which jutted first out from my body, and then hung down, and came over to me still wearing his thong. I had seen in Class last time that he filled his pouch, but this time the enlarged tip of his cock was poking out the side of it. I dropped to my knees and took hold of his hips, pulling him to me so I could suck the tube in the jock and tip of his hard cock.
The other two were laughing and I saw they were 'sword fighting' each other with their stiff cocks. Both of them had 7 inches or so or meat. (+18 cms). I pulled Reg's thong to the ground and was delighted to see his big 9 inches (23 cms) was standing up straight, towards my face. I opened my mouth and enveloped his helmet, then slid my tongue down his shaft. He held my head and his youthful legs began trembling with excitement. "I am so close to cumming," he warned! And the night had hardly started.
Anton was sitting on the upholstered arm of the dark brown leather sofa I keep in the spare room, leaning back on his hands, his cock sticking proudly out and up from between his legs, his uncircumcised helmet covered with his foreskin, except for the very tip. Po was leaning over him, kissing Anton's left nipple and wanking his own cock as it pointed down between between his legs. To give Reg an opportunity to recover himself, I stood and went over to the other boys. Standing behind Po I was able to smooth the skin on his back and shoulders with both my hands, my stiff cock sliding along and back Po's bum cleft, my dribbling circumcised cock supplying copious clear lubricant, making his crack shiny.
Po took hold of Anton's cock with his other hand and continued to flick his tongue over Anton's erect nipple. I took hold of my cock, and guided it to Po's hidden hole. Po left Anton's nipple and bent down lower, taking Anton's cock in his mouth, pushing his bum onto my cock. I took hold of his hips and applied even more pressure, feeling my cock head squash hard against Po's unforgiving sphincter. Po's hole was still too tight to enter. I dropped to my knees and held Po's buttocks apart, and gave his ring a wet lick. Reaching between his legs I took hold of his cock and began to wank it. Licking my middle finger I inserted it into Po's eye-height hole, watching it slide in up to my knuckle. As I wanked his cock I finger fucked his hole.
Reg had come behind me and was rimming my hole. Holding my cheeks apart, it seemed his whole face was buried in my bum, his nose in my hole, as he licked my perineum and balls, whilst his hand slid up and down my shaft, his fingers slipping over the glans rim at the top of his stroke. For a couple of minutes we mutually pleasured each other in our own way. Then Anton said he wanted Po to massage him, and so we broke up.
With Anton laying on his front Po began his massage. I sat on the sofa, lay back and held my legs behind my knees, open and up, so Reg could get to my hole easily. Reg, on his knees, stuck his tongue into my ass ring and held my shaft by the cock ring at it's base, until he found he was the right height for his cock and my hole. There was a bottle of lube on the work station by the window. Reg dripped some onto his cock as he came back, spreading it along the length with a couple of wanks.
Leaning with both hands on the back of the sofa, he was able to get his cock to my hole. I was able to catch hold of it and, with him pushing like doing a press-up, I was able to direct it, and feed all 9 inches (23cms) into me. From then onwards all I had to do was hold my legs and let him fuck in and out. We laughed at each other, me underneath buried at the back of the cushion, him above with his mouth open, his bum sawing back and forward, his horse-cock slithering in and out the hole beneath my balls. And we continued like this until he had to admit that he was near cumming again.
On the table Po had started massaging Anton, starting at his shoulders, and giving him a straight massage, as we had been shown, so far. But when he came to Anton's buttocks, he poured some of the oil into the crack and let it drip down onto Anton's balls. Then, standing beside Anton's hip he put one hand on the base of Anton's spine, and pushed two fingers of the other hand up into Anton's bum. "I've always wanted to do that, even before we started taking lessons," Po told Anton, as he leisurely fucked his 'client' with two fingers. For his part Anton took hold of Po's balls in his upturned hand, and gave them a friendly squeeze. "We are not going to hurt each other, are we?" Anton said with a laugh.
As I climbed out of the sofa, Reg bent at the waist and lay his front along the sofa's arm, revealing his ass to me to fuck. With no hesitation I dripped some lube onto my cock and slipped the head into his hole, all the way up to my cock ring. That he could take me, and just like that, told me that although Reg was a young man, he had had more than a little experience. "I think you like more than a massage from older men," I said as I gave his buttock a not-too-hard smack, and began to deep shaft him. He held tightly on to the side and back of the leather sofa, grunting "Yees!", his hard cock pointing to the floor down the end of the arm he was laying on, as I gave his love glove a thorough seeing too. My 8 inch long (20cms) and 7½ inches round (19cms) cocktube reamed into the inside of his tube, the helmet like a drain clearer, scraping to and fro, stretching the thin walls as it passed by. Then it was my turn to stop as I was sensing an on-coming orgasm.
By this time, Po was on the table, kneeling behind the kneeling Anton, fucking his ass with careless abandon. The table, a folding portable, was threatening to do just that under this onslaught. I asked Po to continue on the floor, which would support such energies. As Anton climbed down off the table after Po, I was happy to see that he was still hard, his prick as stiff as ever even after Po's exertions in his bum. He obviously enjoyed being a bottom.
Reg suggested he should give me a massage, and I hopped up onto the table, laying on my back with my stiff cock laying along my stomach. He asked me if there was anything I would like especially, and I told him to look in the drawer of the work station. He gave a little laugh as his eyes jumped over the different dildos and vibrators the drawer contained. Picking a long, pink faux cock, he drew it out like a sword from the drawer and brought it over to me, presenting it like a wine waiter. "Was it this one Sir?" he asked. I smiled and nodded and bent my knees, drawing my feet up to my bum, ready to receive his offering.
Once it was anointed with lube he put it on the table and took hold of my legs, pushing them back so that my knees almost touched my nipples. Then he wetly licked my exposed brown hole, before slowly working the pink plastic into me, twisting it from time to time to ease its' entry. I suppose it was pay-back for long dicking him, but I could feel the head and shaft of the dildo every inch of its' journey as it route-marched its' way up through my bowels until there was no more to push in. Then he began to slowly pull it out, with one hand as the other was slowly wanking lube into his cock. I told him to get up on the table and we could 69, taking his cock in my mouth as he shafted the dildo in my bum.
Seconds later I was looking up at his swollen bum hole, balls and cock, and felt him take control of the dildo in my rear. With little effort I was able to suck his cock, as I fingered his hole, dragging a finger first over the crinkly opening, before inserting my fingers into him, whilst he inserted the plastic cock into me, often. I love feeling a moving object in my bum, whatever it is, and this was my favourite wank toy. Reg was now sucking my cock as he played on it with me. Heaven!
Anton and Po on the carpet had now swapped, and Anton's long, thin cock was now disappearing up Po bum regularly and forcefully, much to Po's obvious delight. With Anton's hands on Po's shoulders and Anton's cock sawing in and out of his bum, Po set to wanking his cock furiously. Within a minute of so was he was pumping his cum into his cupped hand, the white sperm filling more of his palm with each squirt. Anton pulled himself out, and, as his continuous hard-on waved in the breeze, they then shared the fruits of Po's now wilted cock, kissing and tasting the spunk in each other's mouths.
Leaving the dildo still in to the hilt, Reg moved his body and sat down on my cock, facing my feet in such a way that he was able to fuck my shaft and I was able to see myself slipping in and out, feeling my glans rim as it scraped the inside of his guts. I felt him purposefully gripping my inches with his insides as he moved and I was soon pumping my seed up into his body as he rode my invader. Then he dismounted and stood by my head wanking himself to a climax. I was able to put my arm around him and slip my hand into his hole, feeling the stickiness of what I had just deposited coat my fingers.
Calling out to me to open my mouth, his first spurt gushed over my face, before he slipped between my open teeth, to spray the inside of my mouth and tongue a few times. I closed my lips over his shaft, and used my tongue to wash his helmet clean before he pulled out. Then I was able to lick my fingers clean, tasting the slightly difference between our cums. He put one knee up on the table and was able to suck my cock as well, as I leaned up off the table and licked his ass clean, as his hole bubbled and dribbled wetly
Then we all had more wine and finished the left-over Pizza. What more could you want?
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