Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
Chapter Five
Hotel Chum.
I was relaxing in a Liverpool Hotel, England, after a hard days driving, reading my evening newspaper and sipping a well earned whisky soda. I had to move in my seat suddenly, almost in spasm and I groaned with obvious pain. The guy opposite me in the Lounge looked over his paper and said, "You ought to get that seen to." "I would but for the fact that there is nowhere near," I answered him. "That's alright," he said straight away, "I do it!" We had both had our evening meal, I had seen him in the Hotel Restaurant sitting alone like myself, so I bought him a refill for our drinks and went upstairs with him.
The rooms are nothing special, but clean and tidy with the right amount of space. Len, we had introduced ourselves in the lift, put the radio on a classic channel and turned it low. I have never been self-conscious about my body, and stripped down to my Andrew Christian boxers, before going into the bathroom for a shower. I have always been particular about personal hygiene. Standing under the shower head in the bath, I was surprised when Len walked in naked and went over to the toilet and peed. I finished my shower and stepped out onto the bathmat and he handed me a towel. He was about 45 years old, and slightly overweight, just under 6 feet tall, with a genuine tan all over, no trunks mark. I am 6ft 1 inch tall, into my fifties, also overweight and also with an all-over tan. Before I wrapped the towel round my middle we looked at each other's physique. I was happy with what I saw, and I think he was with me, especially my pewter cock-ring.
I was laying on the double bed, to one side and on my front when I heard the shower stop and his towelling himself down as he hummed something unrecognisable. Then I felt him climb onto the other side of the bed and turned to see his head was supported on his hand, leaning on his elbow. He smiled and asked, "Now where does it hurt?"
I turned onto my side, and with my left hand, which was uppermost, I indicated my shoulders, neck and middle spine. "It's the shape of my bloody car seat, I think. Four hours in that tin box and a Saint would be crippled," I added. His right hand, which had been laying along the top of his body had descended to the bed, and when I had stopped talking, he slowly scratched his balls about five times. My cock had already began to feel excited since I had seen him in the bathroom, and I could not help it when it gave a couple of jumps when I saw this. "Lay on your front and I'll see what I can do," he said, getting up off the bed.
I heard him fumbling in his night bag and then I saw him put a couple of bottles of proprietary massage lotion on the bedside table near my head. "They're free samples. I supply Chemists and other shops with a variety of non-medical items," he said breaking the seal on one bottle, and holding it out for me to smell. The keynote was of lavender, but there were other herbs in there as well. Cupping some in his hands to warm it, he then applied it to my shoulders and began to rub my blades.
I think he knew what he was doing, as the lotion and his rubbing gave me a lovely warm feeling. He worked down my spine and when he reached my bottom I eased my legs further apart. He rubbed my cheeks and then continued down my right leg, then my left leg, then returned to my bottom. Having given both cheeks a good rub, he suggested I roll over. I was laying on my towel and I carefully rotated my body so the the lotion on my body would not wipe on the bedspread. He was sitting on the bedside for when he started my chest, mainly I think because I could see that he had a hard-on, and standing up would have made it too obvious.
I nodded at his waist as I lay down on my back, saying "Don't worry, we are all boys together, and anyway mine is joining yours, I think." He smiled almost shyly and looked at my cock as it rose up in front of him to become a veritable flag pole; and I looked at his cock poking out of his lap, a bead of clear cum on the slit end. "So now we are equal," I said.
When you are with a guy you know instinctively if he is gay or not, by the 'gaydar' reading that you get from him. Len's gaydar reading was low to negligible. Forgetting about his bedspread I rolled over to the other side of the bed and climbed off, saying "Tell you what, I'll give you a rub now, eh?" He seemed almost relieved that he could lay on his front, which he did. I have had many massages and was able to give him a reasonable one from neck to toes, working with my hard cock waving about like a conductor's baton. Then I sat as he had done and said, "Over you come, now."
He seemed less shy now, and he lay on his back, his eight inches or so pointing up towards his chin. I stood up and his eyes followed my cock and helmet. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his abdomen with my knees, then poured some of the lotion into my hands to warm it. His right hand came up and took hold of my shaft, and he was smiling like a child. I poured a little of the lotion onto his hand and my cock, and he started to slide his curled hand up and down my tube, stopping at the helmet or the cockring at it's base. He felt the pewter ring and my hanging balls. With his fingers he felt the rim of my helmet, and all the while his circumcised cock was pulsing and dancing in the cleft of my bottom, as I slowly lowered my down to get more and more contact with it.
Then I smoothed my hands over his chest and massaged my palms over his raised nipples, bending my fingers round to tweak the raised buttons, pinching them every so lightly. Pump, pump, pump went his cock, the head almost in my anal cavity. I gave his breasts another swirl with my palms, pushing my bottom back onto his cock, then as I pinched his nipples again, I pushed back a little harder, but his cock would not go in my hole. I sat up a bit and took another handful of lotion, but this time reached round behind myself and let some fall onto his cock and some be pushed up into my hole by my fingers.
Our eyes locked and I think it was then that he realised I was going to let him fuck me. His eyes asked the question and I nodded the affirmative, then I leaned back and down, and he lay very still, his helmet straining at my sphincter, and with the help of the lotion he slipped in as I relaxed my muscle. His eyes registered surprise and I smiled back. "How's it feel?" I asked. "Fucking fantastic!" he replied. Now it was my time to remain still and he started to move his hips, forcing his cock in and out of my hole. His whole body started to lift off the bed as he fed more and more of his cock up me. Then I put my hands on his chest and rocked back and forward, working my ring up and down his cock, milking him with my hip movements.
"Can I fuck you doggy fashion?" he asked, and so I carefully moved off him and straddled the bed on all fours. His hands came on top of my buttocks and his stiff cock poked around my hole until it found it, then he pushed himself in. I felt his flared helmet travel up my love tube and back as he humped me, getting the maximum out for himself, giving me all that I wanted. He pumped and pounded my hole until I thought that he was unable to climax, then I felt the tell-tale signs of his thick cock thickening more. His pace humped me more determinedly a half dozen times, and then he thrust deep in five times, each time squirting his pent-up seed forcibly into me, as he gasped and grunted with the effort. I had been wanking myself and on feeling his change in pace had started to cum before him, my ring constricting round his shaft probably setting his orgasm off for him. My cum was just disappearing, soaking into the bed spread when he pulled out of me and flopped sideways on the bed. I grinned at him, and he grinned back. "Fuck, I had no idea that it would feel like that!" he said, a silly grin on his face. "It's so hot, so tight. Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" he rambled on. I lay down behind him and kissed his neck as I stroked his hip and leg. "Fuck! That was good," he said.
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