Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
This one is for Michael, who suggested the theme when he e-mailed me.
Chapter Six.
The Gentleman's Club. (part 1)
It's a well kept secret so I will not say where it is, that's how secrets are kept secret. I only found out purely by accident, walking down the right dark road, at the right time of night, and saw three men go into an unlit doorway. It was hearing the tap on wood and the sudden shaft of light across the pavement that made me curious. I concealed myself in a deep doorway and watched another couple of guys come along the road and go in the same way, but this time I heard what they were saying. "Last week I came here and they had got some really willing lads in. I sucked and fucked myself stupid. And I got as good as I gave too," the first man said and the other replied, "I hope we are not too late for the show, I love a good suck before a fuck." They gave the same distinct tap on the door and were ushered in.
'Well,' I thought to myself, 'In for a penny, in for a pound!' and made my way up to the door. By the yellow light of the street lamp 30 feet away, I saw a plaque on the wall next to the door. 'The Gentleman's Club' was engraved onto the brass, and the plaque looked old enough and polished away to be almost Victorian. I looked around to see if anyone else was near, then gave the knock I had heard.
The door was opened by a 'heavy' in an evening suit, a professional 'bouncer' in white dickey, tails, bow tie, the lot. I smiled disarmingly, was waved in, and at his request signed the register he had on the desk in front of him. Looking at the other names previously signed into the book, I was not too worried about what I signed myself in as, judging by the number of 'Smiths', Browns' 'Jones' and even a few 'M. Mouse' as well. I used 'A. Mann' and the doorman swung the book back round, read it, smiled and said, "So nice to see you Mr. Mann," before returning to his post by the door for the next knocker. That was it. No bother. I was in.
Like the door plaque, the entrance hall was covered with what looked to be original Victorian decorations, but with electric lights in the old gas lamp holders. Passing through two tall dark wood doors, I entered what could well have been a ballroom in its' heyday. There were chandeliers hanging from the mirrored ceilings, aspidistra plants in planters everywhere, and tables and chairs on the polished wooden floor. A bar ran across the far end wall, and there seemed to be a waiter for every table. Then I realised the waiters were all 'boys', who all looked probably just over 18 years, wearing their waiters' aprons, and nothing else, except black shoes, a white detached collar and bow tie, and white cuffs. Some of the 'boys' were moving round with silver trays and drinks, others lingering by the Patrons and leaning on their tables, whilst others were sitting on the Patrons' knees, kissing and cuddling them. I was quick enough to realise that although there was no entrance charge to the Club, the Patrons probably paid exorbitant bar prices, which also brought a 'boy' to the table. It was the usual shake-down in a Club of this nature.
Suddenly the chandeliers dimmed and a spotlight picked out a Gentleman in Victorian dress, a dark green frock coat with brown lapels, frill-trimmed shirt, colourful waist jacket, high waist trousers, fob watch etc. who was standing on the small stage between the long bar and the curving sweep of the stairway, that lead up to a gallery that ran round the whole room. Some of the Patrons were on the gallery looking down. As he greeted the ensemble in front and above him, I made my way to the stairs and thence to the gallery.
"Gentlemen! Gentleman and Gentlemen! Prey a little silence for a moment, please." The room chatter abated and all listened to his words. "Good evening Gentlemen all, and welcome to The Gentleman's Club once again." As a chorus the crowd shouted back, "Good Evening!" "I assume you all know your way round," he continued, "but for those who are unsure let me re-iterate. On this floor we have our Bar and the 'boys' who will serve you. Plus there are many rest-rooms along the corridors through the doors on either side. As the night progresses I expect the 'boys' will want to serve you more than just drinks," and here a rustle of cheerful comments were heard from the Patrons. The Master of Ceremonies continued. "As my learned friend here at the front said, 'A boy in the hand is not as much fun as two in the rest-rooms'." At this there was general laughter and a few applauded. "Leading off from the Gallery above are a positive multitude of rooms, each different, open and furnished for your enjoyment, but I must remind you that none are marked Private, and no door is locked, so don't get annoyed if you are joined by others, just enjoy them as well!" Cheers and cries like 'Too bloody right' were to be heard. "The Changing Room lockers are through over there next to the doors you entered by. The pound coin to lock the cages are kept by us for maintenance, and to defray expenses for towels, condoms, lubrications and the like, and we, The Management, ask that you these items are to be used liberally and at will, but most importantly we ask that You Use Them." The last three words were shouted by everyone there. "And our wonderful young helpers that are among you here and elsewhere, we ask you again that you use them liberally and at will, but most importantly we ask that You Use Them!" Again the last three words were shouted by everyone to much merriment. "And to educate the mind and condition the senses, Gentlemen, The Management now present for your entertainment, four of our 'Waiters' who will bring new meanings to the phrase, 'Are You Being Served'?" The spotlight on him dimmed and then opened up like an iris on the curtain behind him, which swept effortless apart. So that everyone could see them, the boys were laying on a carpeted stage at an angle of about 30 degrees to the floor, raked enough to give clear sight of them by everyone, without them sliding to the floor.
I was now standing at the bottom of the stairs, and quite close to them, and was able to see clearly that all four already had hard erections to their 8 inch plus cocks and were laying head to toe in two couples in the classic 69 position. They took each other's cock in their mouths and it was like watching synchronised swimming without the water, as they started to suck each other in time to the music that was now playing softly. Whatever one couple was doing, so was the other, and I watched them as, in turn they first suck, then deep-throat, cup and play with each other's balls, slide fingers into their partner's bum holes, put their heads between their partner's bent legs, lick behind the balls, and so on. Then each couple had one kneeling on all fours and the other kneeling behind. They slid their stiff cocks into their partners still in synchronisation, fucking their partners in time to the music. Then after a few minutes they withdrew from their partner's ass-hole, and their partners turned and sucked them clean, bringing both to climaxes at the same time, and I was able to clearly see each spurt their cum into their partners open mouths. Then the recipients lay on their backs with their cocks in the air and the 'boys' that had just cum sat back onto them, each facing towards their fucker's feet with their knees wide open, showing to the onlookers the hard shafts that were buried up to the hilt or almost out of their bottoms, as they bounced in unison up and down on their erect partner penises, as well as their own stiff cocks wagging wildly as they moved. Then they dismounted and, with their gaping red holes to the audience, they knelt to one side of their partner and sucked and wanked until he came, shooting his spunk into the individual wanker 'boys' face for all to see. Even when they had finished to deafening applause and came down to the stage floor to walk into the wings, all four still had decent bobbing erections.
Making my way up to the gallery, I noted that some of the Patrons were still clothed, like myself, but there were already a smattering of 'Gentlemen' wearing just towels, or nothing at all. As I made my way round this bannistered walk-way, I was able to see into the rooms. Each had different furniture, some with beds, some with just chairs,some with wall frames, some with odd looking metal frameworks and strange slings, some with gym style horses, some with whips on the walls, some with glass-fronted cabinets with odd shaped or sized dildos, each room lit with subdued lighting, but with enough to see the contents contained within. My inquisitive mind put to rest, I decided to go down to the Changing Rooms, strip off and join the fun.
There were several rooms to change in, each with benches along the centre and the walls lined by numbered lockers big enough to easily hang a person's clothes in, with keys that you could wear round your wrist or ankle. Each room led to a large communal shower room. I found a pound coin in my change and held it in my hand as I sat and removed my shoes and socks. Putting them into a locker, I found in the locker that a pair of flip-flops were supplied as replacement footwear and a generously sized fluffy towel to wear, carry or leave for later. Stripping naked I decided to wear my towel and hung all my clothes up before locking the door.
As I exited the area, clipping my key-band to my wrist, I looked into one of the other Rooms and saw one man standing in front of another, who was sitting down on the bench, sucking his very erect cock whilst a third guy was behind him shafting his ass, which sight started my cock to engorge again, as it had done watching 'the four waiters' show. I went over and stood at the door, remembering that 'nothing was Private, no door was locked' so I could go closer, to see better.
The man in the middle had the type of cock that jutted out an inch or so from the bottom of his abdomen and then curved at the base above his balls, to point straight up, following the contour of his body. He had his hands on the shoulders of the man sitting, who had to pull the cock away from the abdomen with a hand, in order to bring it forward to his mouth to suck it. His other hand was stroking his handsomely proportioned erection, his foreskin rolling back and forth over the rim of his wet helmet, revealing and hiding it. The man behind had his hands on the standing man's hips, pulling himself into the cleft between his buttocks. I could see, when he drew himself almost out, that he had a long and thick cock, of a dimension that could have hurt a horse. His body swayed to and fro as he pushed his monster in and out, his balls and body slapping into the fuck-sleeve in front of him, the muscles on his arms and legs rippling with the effort. Returning to the man in the middle, he was standing upright, his head lolling back to his shoulders, his mouth open, his eyes closed, panting rhythmically to the beat of the man reaming his ass. His arms were either side of the bobbing head on his cock, steadying himself as he held the shoulders. I opened my towel and released my cock, stroking it slowly, leaning against the door frame, as I watched the trio. Then the middle guy panted, "Oh, Yes! I'm cumming!" The fucking man behind continued to ram his over-large manhood in and out, but the sucking man took his mouth off the cock and continued to wank it furiously whilst leaning back a bit and supporting himself on the bench behind him with the other hand. He was sitting close with his legs either side of the bench, his uncut cock jutting up from his lap, when the man he faced started to cum rope after rope of white sticky spunk. The first emission struck his hairy chest, the second just above his lap, the third his cock and upper leg, and the fourth his right leg. He sat forward again and re-took the cock in his mouth, taking any other squirts that came, whilst his hands rubbed his body to spread the spunk to a thin film, before returning to wank his cock, his hand now slippery with the other man's sperm. I watched the man behind pull himself out, and marvelled at his cock, its' size and the fact that it could be taken by the other man. He was wearing a condom and the teat at the end was full of milky fluid, standing out so that it seemed solid. He pulled the sheath off, put the open end to his mouth, and let his own spunk drip out. Then he turned to me and showed the white coating on his tongue, before closing his mouth, swallowing and smiling.
I remembered that I had forgotten something, gave them a wave, returned to my locker and struggled a little with my half-erect cock as I tried to slip my cock ring on before my cock became too big and stiff to be able to. A guy stripping next to me watched me and complimented me on the ring's design, it being about 1 cm wide and the surface faceted to catch the light and sparkle in the light. When I had finally managed, he weighed my balls in his palm and said he hoped they would not be so heavy and full by the end of the night. I laughed and agreed with him.
Walking back through the downstairs hall, there were hardly any Waiters with trays, as most now were busy being fondled in some way by their Patrons. I passed one who was bent over, hands on his knees, his exposed ass hole being licked and sucked by a 'Gentleman' seated at a table, his ass cheeks held apart as the man plunged and wiped his face about the boy's balls and hole. At another table the boy was on his knees expertly giving his not so old 'Gentleman' a blow job, the man holding the boy's hair and helping him suck up and down his stalk. At the same time the boy's ass was being fondled by the 'Gentleman' at the next table, one hand's finger clearly in the boy's hole up to it's knuckle, with the other hand's finger about to enter it. I walked on, the tent in my towel becoming so pronounced that my cock escaped and ended pointing out of the gap in my towel wrap. At another table a boy was sitting on a 'Gentleman's' lap, his waiter's apron removed, so I could see his stiffy being wanked as he gently moved up and down on the cock under him. I had to squeeze past them, and the boy reached for my cock and took hold of it. I shook my head and smiled, and the boy shrugged, let go and turned and kissed on the lips of the guy fucking him. It was with a sense of relief that I finally made it to the stairs, as my mind was aflame and my cock was so hard, just with the sights I was witnessing about me.
This is the 'End of Part One'. The Massage cums in part 2. (sorry).
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