Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
Chapter Three
Local Advertiser.
I was staying in a small Hotel in Bedford, England. It was what is called 'comfy'. The house is in a good district and the Owner lives on the ground floor. There is a separate front door leading to two separate apartments upstairs. Meals are 'home cooked' and very feeding, but you are required to be punctual or eat out, having told the Owner before the event. I usually ate a good breakfast each morning and left it at that, as beating back to the Hotel for a particular time was tedious.
I was sitting in a local restaurant having a snack lunch when I saw a local advertiser newspaper in the racks with the daily papers for the clients to read as they shovelled greasy food around their plates. Sipping my stewed tea I read through the paper. Under the section of 'Lonely Hearts' was a sub-section for 'Men wanting Men'. I cast an eye through it.
There was a item of 'a man' wanting to meet up with 'any other man' who wanted to be given '1 to 1' massages in 'luxurious surroundings' with 'no questions asked'. There was a telephone number to leave a message and 'the man' would phone back. I was at a loose end that day at left my mobile number for him to phone back to. I had hardly finished my tea when the mobile rang.
"Hallo" the voice said, "and Thank You for phoning Man Massages. This is an automated answering service. If you wish to contact Man Massages please phone the following number ..." I remembered the number given and phoned it directly after the answering service rang off. A youngish male voice answered and we talked about what was on offer and the cost. It seemed that the massage was open to interpretation, and the cost surprisingly low. The youth ended with an address and post code, which I wrote down . I was to see 'Nathan' at 3pm that afternoon.
I was able to find the flat easily, using the post code and my Electronic Direction Finder machine. I rang the door bell and a voice asked who I was. I had given my name over the phone, and gave it again. The door opened for me. A tall youth of an estimated 24 years led me into his lounge. The 'luxurious surroundings' were a neat but obvious University digs. I sat and asked 'Nathan' what he was studying, and he told me it was with Textiles and Design, before realising he had given the game away. I told him I was a Commercial Traveller and had seen the advert in a free local paper. He admitted that it was run by a group of students, and that all they wanted was 'rent money'. I smiled and said that I would be able to help their fund before I left. He seemed relieved, and he relaxed a bit. I had the impression that he had not done this before. "Are you Gay?" I asked him. He tensed up again. I had seen enough of his flat to see that if it was not him, then someone lived in it who was gay. "How did you know?" he asked a bit hesitantly. "The flat is too tidy for the usual student. It's a dead give away," I answered. "Oh! And the promise of a male giving me a 1 to 1 massage, no questions asked, also helped my decision," I added with a laugh. He gave me a smile, the first that I had seen from him. "Bit obvious I suppose, really," he conceded.
"So where do you want me for my massage?" I asked. "In the bedroom," he replied simply. I stood and was taken along the hallway, past a neat kitchen, to the bedroom. It was decorated in differing shades of pink. I smiled and turned to him. "What a lovely room Nathan," I said. "Do you like it, really? I decorated it myself," he babbled enthusiastically. "You are really talented," I observed, and funnily, I meant it. Although the room was in shades of pinks, it strangely all worked together, and I did not know why. The bed itself however, was a stark white cotton sheet, and beneath it was a plastic draw sheet, probably to stop the oils soaking into the mattress. I could see that there was a wooden hanger on the outside of the wardrobe and asked if I was to use it.
Whilst I dis-robed, Nathan was elsewhere 'getting himself ready' which gave me a bit of an opportunity to look at the room in more detail. When he returned I was standing with a big white fluffy bath towel round my waist, and he had changed into a pair of yellow nylon short running shorts and a plain 'T' shirt in a pale purple. "Are you ready then Brian?" I asked and he nodded. Then he looked at me wide eyed. "How do you know I'm Brian," he asked, worry descending over him like a black cloak. I pointed to the double photograph on the dresser, in a silver frame inscribed 'To Brian Love Aidan'. "And I presume Aidan is the one in the Kitchen trying to hide behind the door?"
I sat on the bed smiling, with a clear view into the Hallway, and watched Aidan exit the Kitchen. He had obviously heard what I had said, as I had said it loud enough for him to hear. He saw me and I waved him into the bedroom to join us.
They stood side by side like a couple of naughty schoolboys that had been caught, which I suppose they were really. Aidan spoke first. "What are you going to do, now?" "Why should I do anything? What is there to do?" I asked back, still smiling. "I think what you are doing is quite laudable. Between you, you have come up with a non-violent way of earning cash, whilst your friend stays out of the way and maintains safety, etc. Well done, very good."
They still looked like deer caught in the headlights. "Let's have a cup of tea, and then we can start all over again, shall we?" I suggested and we all went into the Kitchen. Over tea and biscuits, with pink icing on them, we talked about what they had embarked on, with Aidan taking notes of my observations. He was dressed in a type of stretch material pair of shorts in black, with a matching half sleeved top. It looked as though he had been out on a bicycle.
45 minutes later it was Brian who suggested that he really ought to start what I had come there for. "The massage?" I said. "Yes," he said. "I really can give a Massage. I have been to night school and have the Certificate and everything." I was shown their Bathroom and used their electric shower and heavily scented gel.
Aidan sat in a little tub seat by the dressing table as Brian let the oil warm up in a special little electric heater. When he was ready, I removed my towel and Aidan could not help but take a deep breath when he saw my soft, 7 inch circumcised cock jutting out from my body, and my low hanging balls in their sack behind. I smiled at him and said, "When it grows bigger, it gets better, you know." He looked up at my face and gave a wan smile. "Brian tells me that at the night school they had to practice on volunteers, and they were all ageing women who wore just knickers and bras. Not a fellah amongst them." He looked at Brian, and smiled. "Still I am happy with what I have. We both are." His gaze dropped back to me and mine, and he could see that I was beginning to have an erection. He swallowed again, his stare fixed on my slightly bigger cock.
I lay on my front, and Brian started with my feet and legs, and he was very professional with his touch. As he worked the three of us talked about their University Courses, expenses, almost everything I think. Brian had to stretch to reach me from the side of the bed, and I suggested that he climbed onto it and sat on my legs. He was very careful and took most of his weight on his knees, which were either side of me. Having completed my back and neck he then climbed off and asked me to turn over.
With him sitting on me, I was now sporting a really hard cock. When erect I am just over 9 inches (23cms). I climbed off the bed on Aidan's side, my stiff manhood waving just a few inches from his face as he sat there. I stopped and asked, "Does this make you feel uncomfortable Aidan?" and waved it from side to side, watching his head follow my motions. "Oh, he's such a flirt," answered Brian. "He goes around with a permanent hard-on when we go to the Sauna." "But he's so big," mumbled Aidan, totally transfixed by my cock just inches away from his face. I could see he had a stiff cock clearly tenting his black stretch shorts.
"Do you get jealous,then," I asked over my shoulder to Brian. "Oh he can do what he wants. I won't stop him. I know he loves me, and I love him to bits." the busy Brian answered apparently unconcerned. Aidan licked his top lip unconsciously, as he smiled at what his boyfriend had said. "Brian disappears into the odd cubicle, and so do I. It's what keeps our relationship fresh, I think," he said.
I turned and faced Brian, and for the first time he saw my cock erect, as he had been working at his oil heater when I climbed off the bed earlier. I grasped myself with my right hand and gave my stiffy a couple of wanks, sliding my hand up and over my flared helmet, collecting the dew that was oozing out of the slit. "Would you let him suck me in front of you?" I asked Brian.
Brian watched me wank, and then realised what I had just said. "Well if there's going to be a queue, I'm going to be second," he said in an exaggerated camp voice, and laughed. I felt Aidan's hand touch my left hip, and another my right buttock. A finger pushed gently into my crack towards my ass hole. I moved my legs further apart. The finger met my hole and gently swept over it a couple of times. Keeping my feet where they were, I bent at the hip and leaned on the side of the bed with my hands. I felt Aidan's tongue wash over my hole as he licked me. His hand reached between my legs and he started to wank my cock, like a milk-maid.
Sitting on my legs Brian now had some of his oils on his shorts, making them stick to his legs and crotch. The yellow nylon was now showing that he was wearing a white jock strap. As Aidan pulled my cock, I said to Brian that he may as well take his shorts off. I watched as the thinnish limbed youth took his shorts down his legs. Without thinking he turned away from me and held them to the floor whilst he stepped out of them. His ass was in full view, framed by the leg straps of his jock. When he turned back, I could see that he also had an erection, pointing up toward his left hip, restrained within the jock pouch. Then, surprisingly, he slipped his thumbs into the waist band and slowly pulled the jock down, his cock trapped in the pouch until it suddenly released itself to 'thwack' up to kiss his navel. He was as big as me, even bigger. No wonder Aidan always came back home.
Aidan was still busy licking my hole, his busy tongue probing my entrance delightfully. Brian climbed onto the bed from his side and shuffled on his knees across the sheet to me, his beautiful cock waving from side to side as he approached. I must admit I love to see a stiff cock when it is moving. He was not circumcised, but the foreskin was just showing the tip of the purple helmet it sheathed. He arrived at my side of the bed and I was able to take hold of it with one hand and guide it to my mouth. A voice behind me said, "I thought I was going to suck cock first!" "I've got just my meat. You've got his meat, two veg and gravy," sniggered Brain as my mouth closed over his cock-head, washing the helmet with my wet, slippery tongue.
Aidan stood up behind me and came round to my left side to watch his boyfriend's cock slide in and out of my mouth. I reached out and felt the hard tube in his shorts, the end near his hip wet and sticky with his emissions. I felt him pulling his pants down and turned my head slightly to see that he had a cock ring at the base of his stalk, a good 6 inches (16 cms) and nicely fat, with a fat circumcised head. Brian put his hands on my head to hold it steady as he continued humping my mouth. Aidan stood watching, slowly wanking his cock with his right hand. Both were very excited by the turn of events.
Then Brian withdrew himself and suggested that Aidan "had a go." I moved down to stand at the foot of the bed, facing the door, and Aidan came in front of me, still wanking his shaft. I bent down and took him into my mouth and, like Brian, he held my head and started to face-fuck me. Brian came off the bed and round behind me. I felt some of his warm oil being poured on my spine so it dribbled down my crack, then felt Brian's cock head slip between my buttocks to stop at my wet, oily hole. Using his hand to guide his length he pushed gently and I relaxed my sphincter muscle, feeling him slip inside my ring where he rested, letting me get used to the invader.
Aidan was still holding my head as he fucked my face, flipping his cock forward with his hips, his head resting back on his shoulders, his eyes closed, his mouth open sucking in air to feed his body. Brian eased the whole of his length into me, his swinging balls hitting my own at the end of his stroke, before pulling himself almost all the way out. His hands were on my hips, allowing him to pull himself into me, or push me away. His head lolled down, his eyes also closed as he pistonned himself in and out of my ass tube.
Then, as if at a sign, both Aidan and Brian withdrew from my body. Brian must have moved out of the way behind me, as I felt Aidan's hands on my shoulders pushing me backwards, and I fell back onto the bed, my feet still on the floor, my bottom just on the mattress, my cock pointing up straight up stiff in the air, my spine, shoulders and head laying on the mattress, my arms out each side of my like a cruciform. Aidan climbed up, his knees on either side of my hips, and then lowered his body down onto me, his sphincter relaxing as Brian held my cock so it could slide up into Aidan. Lodged firmly up inside him, Aidan then started to move himself so that my jutting cock fucked his bum-hole, his body impaling itself on my spike for his own enjoyment and mine. My knees were pushed apart wider by Brian, and because of the length of his cock, he was able to insert his cock-head and an inch or so into me as I lay there. Holding onto Aidan's shoulders Brian was able to fuck my hole as Aidan humped himself up and down my cock.
I lay on the bed, my eyes now closed, my brain awash with the sensations my lower body was sending to it. I knew that every time I clenched my muscles and made my cock pump with extra blood, my ring clenched Brian's cock as it reamed in and out of me. The two of them worked all out to bring me to my climax. I could feel the volcano start in my balls, and an observer would have seen them start to retreat up into my body. My spunk started to boil and I began sending it up the pipework and deep into Aidan. Each time I spasmed my ejaculation, my sphincter grasped hard on Brian's cock as it moved in and out grazing past my love nut. With their help I came, and came, and came, and came.
Brian followed a close second, due to my ass clenching and deposited his cum in me,and Aidan followed close after, his cum arcing out of his stiff cock to land on my rib cage and splatter between my breasts. Following my conclusion I was absolutely knackered and just lay there. The other two climbed off/out of me and collapsed next to me on the bed for a full five minutes.
When we got our breath back I was allowed first into the shower, and then the kitchen for a cup of tea. I was soon joined by the boys. Aidan was interested in my observations as to how to improve and streamline the process for future clients, and I was able to guide him and Brian from my own experiences.
I kept their phone number and made use of it several times before they left University. Needless to say their 'insight' into a 'need' paid for their accommodation handsomely.
If you have any comment on this story, or ideas for future writings, please contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com All e-mails will be replied.