Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
Chapter Eight. (Part 3.)
Never Enough.
They say you can never get enough of a good thing. They also say that if you have ice cream every day, what will you have special on Sundays? (I was brought up where Ice Cream was the special item on Sundays, or a candy stick, or a doughnut -- forget it!).
The next day following my discovery of 'The Gentleman's Club' I felt as though I had been run over by a truck, but I still went through the routine of 'being there and being nice' to my paying client, which was basically my job, and which I was very good at. These were highly capable people, but needed to believe it -- that was where I came in. By the time four or five days had passed, where I had been totally immersed in doing what I did best for other people (and earning my money), working all hours of God's creation for him/her, fitting in with his/her schedule whatever it may involve as their deadline came and went, I was driven back to my Hotel room to a deep, hot bath, feeling like a piece of limp lettuce, but very relieved it had all gone well, again, and that I knew I would be called on by 'the Powers that Be' to do it all again somewhere else, with someone else. Enough said. I was knackered.
A knock at the door and I was left the two large whiskey sodas in the I had order in my sitting room, on the bureau. No bar in a fridge in this suite, this Hotel. Someone else was paying. What the Hell? I earned it for them. Wrapping a towel round myself I slopped in my Hotel slippers through the empty apartment and sat next to my drinks. It was just past 2 pm in the afternoon, and I could feel the past days work catching up on me.
I had scattered my clothing on entering the apartment like an eager lover on a promise. Someone had collected them up, folded what needed to be folded, hung all the hangables, and put my wallet on the bedside table. All this and silently, between delivering my drinks and my leaving the bathroom. Must be working for the generous tip they know I always give. I smiled at myself for thinking that way -- was I actually turning into an old grouch?
I picked up my wallet and a piece of paper fell out. It was a torn-off corner of something else and it had a slightly illiterate style to it. "Phone me mobile any time, (a number was given). Love to meet again. Art." At this point it was probably my near exhaustion that caused my brain to malfunction. The name 'Art' did not register as anyone who in the last few days would give me a scrappy message to contact back. I lay on the bed and dozed, and dreamed.
"Fuck!" I said as I sat up, five minutes later. "Fucking ART!" The image of a naturally curly haired youth with a stiff cock was clear in my mind. "Art, the mouth fucker." I said out loud. Art, the youth who knew who I was, as a writer in Nifty, which in his eyes meant I was an important guy. I looked at the paper and then for the phone. As the handset gave the 'number ringing' tone in my ear, I stood naked in the bedroom, and my cock was getting hard without me touching it.
"Yeah?" said Art's voice, with a background of cars and street noise. "What?"
"I fancy wrapping my laughing gear round yours, and doing something naughty," I said.
My telephone crackled and made odd noises and then Art's voice came on again. "Fuck, it's Alex-Fuckin'-Carbine and he's fuckin' phoning me!" Art was with someone else and I could not hear what was said but then Art spoke again. "You fuckin' surprised me mate. Dropped me fuckin' phone, didn't I?" then he said again to his mates, "It's Alex Carbine from a few nights ago.... Yes....'im!" I imagined that he was with any or all of the rest of the boys, Matt, Greg, Hal, Viv and Will. "The lads are here," I nodded at the phone and absently started to stroke my hard-on, "and all say 'Hi'. Thought you may not 'phone me. Been a few days, you know." said Art. "Yes, Art. Understand that I have a job, and have to work odd hours, you know," I said. "Yeah, sorry," said Art's voice on the handset. "Also I've only just found your note and number," I added. " Can we meet up somewhere?" I asked.
He must have had his mobile on speaker-phone, as I heard a ragged cheer and Matt's voice laughing as he said, "Better grease yer ass, Art. He wants your body!" After that Art's voice used the full range of his vocabulary with another, 'Fuck Off you dozy prick! He just likes me' and he returned to me, "What kinda meet up?" "Well I don't suggest this Hotel, you and the Gang probably will not get past the Doorman, apology but true, Art." "Yeah that' probably fuckin' right 'nuff," he answered, ruefully. "So, name your place and I'll be there. My treat!" I said. I heard voices as they each made suggestions and were countered by other suggestions, and then Art came back on the line. "We've all got to be at the 'Club' for 6 sharp, an' it's nearly three now. It don't leave much time really. If we meet you at the 'Club' we don't get into no trouble, see? An' we can chat and work fings owt, Yeah?" "OK, if that's what you want, I'll be there after 6 tonight." I confirmed. "Fuckin' Ace, Alex. We'll be there too!" and with that he cut the communication.
Having consulted an 'A to Z' earlier, the taxi dropped me a couple of street away and I walked the few minutes to my destination. The 'doorman' watched me sign in and, with a showy look at his wrist-watch' he commented, "Bit early in the evening, Mr. Mann. Not many here yet, Sir." "Thanks," I smiled. ""I think I'm expected." "Aha!" he said knowingly, "You're expected, Sir. Good!" and he returned to his post by the door.
I went and changed, walked through the client-free hall, mounted the stairs, along the surrounding landing and into the room where I had previously met the boys. Peering into the gloom, I was about to turn back when the lights suddenly came on and the lads cried "Surprise!" As before, they were draped over the furniture and Matt was at the door and lights. Art patted a space beside him on the sofa, for me to sit with him. As I approached, Will pulled my towel wrap from me and revealed my straining erection that was tenting the front of the towel, to which the others made remarks like, "I think he loves you. Look at them balls, had time to recharge, ain't they? Always like a good stiff dick in me. Some are just a waste of time, but that ain't! You're just a waste of time sometimes." I sat next to Art and he put got up and sat 'side saddle' on my lap, my cock well into his bum cleft, poking up between his legs, pushing his balls in their sack to one side. He looked me in the eyes, took hold on either side of my face, and kissed me, his tongue snaking into my open mouth. The other lads watched as my arms went round his shoulders and I pulled him to me, my cock bubbling clear cum as witness to my current sexual excitement. When we parted there was an electric tension in the air. Generally the other boys' cocks were hard now, either in reaction to our kiss or to their wanking themselves lazily. Matt had closed the door and turned the key. He dimmed the light down a bit.
"I really didn't fink you would call," said Art quietly. "You're the only famous person I have ever met." Until that moment I had never experienced raw hero worship. In my job I get famous people in their spheres of work to 'perform' under the tension and stress that their work generates, to which they thank me afterwards, and pay me. Art had no such expectations, no such background. Maybe I had forgotten what 'friendship' was. His genuine emotion was slightly unreal to me.
"OK," I said, business first. "Let us work out now where and when we can meet. I have free time up here in London for the next week or so. And I have a few contacts that will surprise you." "And us them, I 'pect," chipped in Art with a laugh, unconsciously rubbing one of his fingers over the tip of my wet cock in his lap. Some twenty minutes was spent over details for the next few days, and I was surprised that none of the boys took advantage of the situation to suggest a freebie shopping spree or anything like it.
It was Greg who made a schedule on paper for each of us to have, and it was Matt who then suddenly asked me "You ever 'ad a henema?" My quizzical frown was enough answer. "We all have 'em. Every night we work here. Just wondered if you wanted to join us. We haven't done ours yet, 'ave we lads?" They all shook their heads 'No'. "Right, then, all of you, into the bathroom." commanded Matt who I realised now was the 'Gang Leader'.
The actual enema fluids were pre-prepared in large sachets and I watched as the lads filled the bulbs and screwed on the long spouts. There was a bidet next to the toilet and Hal squatted over it first, inserting the bulb up into his anus and squeezing the bulb to flush the liquid into his bowels. He counted to about twenty, then hunched lower on the bidet and I heard the fluid being expelled. He then cleaned himself and the bowel with the bidet water-jets. Simple. Art came up to me and asked, "You next?" I went to take the bulb from him and he just smiled and said, "No I'll do it."
I bent over and he carefully inserted the nozzle without scratching me. On withdrawing it I went over to the bidet and squatted, counting my twenty seconds, before releasing the pressure caused by the enema fluid, and washing the contents out my ass. The warm jets of bidet water washed my bum and flushed the detritus away. Art had a towel in his hand and I let him pat me dry, feeling the clean soft cotton on my ass hole and his batting me lightly on my balls. He then took my balls in his towel-covered hand and gave them a squeeze, and I turned to see him looking into my face, still giving me a smile. I found his smile infectious, and continued with my own silly smile back over to the sofa.
I asked the room generally how they came to be together, and working here. Unsurprisingly Matt answered, as he performed his ablutions. "We met at quite an early age, all of us. And we've been minding each other's backs ever since." he said and the others nodded. Will looked at each of the others then added, "We met in Borstal." (Borstal is lock-up detention for young offenders.) "When we all got out, we ran away to London, and here we are." I looked at Art, "So where do you live?" "Got us a flat in B*********, no questions asked, and we make a living here, in the Club." he answered. "We were all banged up for 'repeated sexual offences'," said Viv glumly. "Where we lived, it was a way of life," said Hal, "Dad had fucked off, leaving us with nothing but debts, and Mum and I made ends meet by flogging our asses." I sat there aghast. "Mum can claim social an' all now that I am gone, and we talk on the phone, and I go to see her once in a while," he said and smiled slightly at the thought of it. "But this ain't the time or place for this kinda talk," said Matt. "Art has 'is friend 'ere, and we are going to entertain 'im grandly, ain't we lads?" he said brightly, and they all similarly brightened up. "Tonight we are all goin' to 'ave some fun, and bugger old Greystone!" he shouted. "Greystone?" I asked Art. "He's our shitty employer," he said, humourlessly.
"What do you want to do, Alex?" asked Art, brightening up. "Anything, so long as it involves you," I answered. "Told you he is after your body!" called Matt as he and Will fought to sit in an arm-chair. I watched as their naked bodies squirmed, their stiff cocks pointing out from their bodies, smacking against each other's legs as they fought. Then Will managed to turn Matt to one side and shoved two fingers into Matt's ass, pushing him away enough to flop back into the chair, victorious. Matt stumbled to the floor, but picked himself up with a good-natured laugh and planted each knee up on the flat upholstered arms of the chair, his legs apart, before holding his stiffened cock and aiming it at Will's mouth. Will leant forward in the seat and began to suck him, his two fingers returning up into Matt's ass, to gently ream his orifice.
Greg and Hal were already on the other sofa 69ing each other. Greg was on top and he pushed his ass against Hal's fingers as they stroked his winking hole. Hal stopped sucking Greg's cock, managed to sit up to Greg's hole, and started licking his friend's freshly washed sphincter, whilst his mate gobbled his cock hungrily at the other end.
Viv had come over to stand beside me. His smaller youngish cock was standing up in full bloom and I took him into my mouth as Art began to suck my own knob-head. All thoughts of deprived backgrounds evaporated as Art ministered to my cock and Viv to my mouth, lust winning over reality. I felt round behind Viv and fingered his bum hole and internal love button. I was pleased to find he had lubricated his hole. My finger slipped in and Viv pushed himself back onto me, my finger disappearing inside him an extra joint deeper, as I sucked his cock-let, tasting the slightly sweet juices he was now dripping onto my tongue, and down my throat. Art by now was deep-throating me, his saliva filled pleasure nest working full out to give me maximum pleasure. I let him.
"Do that any longer and I'll cum," I heard Matt say to Will, and he climbed off the chair arms and knelt in front of Will's open knees, burying his mouth back onto Will's cock as he lay back in the chair. I think it was deliberate, because I had a clear sight of Matt's opened pink and brown hole, between his thrust-up buttocks, which swayed as he bobbed his head on Will's shaft. After a couple of seconds I saw one of Matt's hand reach round behind himself and he inserted a finger into his own bum, moving it in time to his sucking motions. Viv had seen what was happening and, withdrawing from my mouth, he then kissed me, tasting his own juices on my lips, before climbing down and walking round behind me. When he reappeared a few seconds later, it was with a large, cock-shaped black dildo, with a big glans, down which he was smearing some white lubricant.
As Matt continued to suck his friend Will, Viv stood to one side so I could see clearly what was going on, and pushed the dildo into Matt's ass, until it was over half-way in. Matt then took hold of the stub sticking up out of his bum and began working it in and out, the white lube leaving a ring on the black dildo as he worked it deeper and deeper into himself. In the half light I saw Viv stand up straight, his cock stuck out in front of him. He watched his friend with the dildo, whilst wanking his own cock slowly for about twenty strokes, before walking back out of sight, behind me.
Art slipped me out of his mouth and knelt before me, wanking me with one hand, and himself with the other. He is grinning inanely, as Viv called over from where he was, "Alex, I've got something for you!". I try to turn round but can't, so I have to stand, my hard cock wiping across the kneeling Art's face. He ducks and I am able to turn, to see Viv, lying on his front this time, on the sling in the frame, the sling supporting his body so that his head and shoulders are free and at the other end, his ass, with his feet supported in stirrups beneath. He is in the perfect stance to be taken front and rear.
Art, the mouth fucker, naturally chooses the head, whilst I go to the rear. Viv's pert little bum is hanging there open and unguarded for my amusement, use and abuse. I put my hands on his hips and bend, nudging his hole with my nose before giving the hole a long wet cow-lick. I can feel his body move as Art ploughs into his mouth, sending him swaying towards me. I lick my finger and put it in his bum, and realise how tight he is. Then I see that laying next to him on the sling is a pump butt plug.
I insert the deflated plug into his hole and begin to pump. After twenty pumps I can see that his hole is beginning to widen with the internal pressure. By thirty pumps, his hole is visibly distended. I run my fingers round the tight skin stretched round the plug. I let the pump release the air and pull the plug easily out. Again I finger his bum, and the opening has been eased. I take hold of my cock and slip myself into him. He is at the right height for me, my flared glans popping easily into his guts, followed by almost all of my cock as he hangs there, face down. I stop when I see his legs in the stirrups straighten. He says nothing as his mouth is full of Art's shafting cock.
I have just started to fuck his delightful little hole, when I feel a hand stroking my balls between my open legs. Matt's cheeky face appears round my body. His thumb gently, but insistently, forces its' way into my bum. As I shaft Viv, Matt's thumb has its' evil way as well. I also feel Matt's other hand when it bumps a few times against my leg near my knee as he wanks himself, watching my slippery cock enter and retreat his friend's love tube. I hear movement behind me as well, but am too engrossed with who I am fucking to turn round.
Then Matt suggests I try something else and I turn to find that Hal and Gregg have laid out a special plastic mat on the floor with raised inflated sides. "Lay down," Matt invites and I step into the mat, almost slipping over on the oil that is in there. I lay down in the scented oil, and Hal and Gregg step in as well, each with their legs apart, either side of me. They also have a coating of oil, and it is Hal who is first to lay on my front and chest, his cock sticking into my belly button, my cock almost in his ass.
Then he slickly slides himself up and down my body, massaging me with his body, his cock under him sticking into my stomach and ribs, letting me know it is there. Greg squats over my knees and his oily hands start to wank and fondle my cock and balls. Hal pulls himself up by pulling on my shoulders and I kiss his laughing lips. I reach for his ass hole but find it is already filled with a butt plug. I pull the 't' bar slightly then push it back. He licks my tongue and lips. I pull the plug a bit further out, feeling the tension as his ring stretched and then slid over the wide bit of the plug. Turning it slightly, I screw it back into his bum. He lightly bites the tip on my nose. Greg is now wanking my cock fairly quickly.
"Tell him to slow down. I can't last with him doing that," I whisper to Hal. In answer he holds his breath and pushes so the plug pops out of his ass, before he slides down my body frictionlessly, his legs shaped like a frog, his knees up by his chest, sliding back until his anus kisses the end of my cock. But he does not stop there. With Greg to guide my cock, he pushes again, and my cock head slips in to replace the plug. Now, sliding up and down on my front, he makes my cock fuck his boy-hole.
I am about to hold him still, when the light above me is blotted out by Art who is now squatting over my head, facing Hal and Gregg, lowering himself until I am able to suck and lick his hanging balls and puckered hole. As I suck and lick, my eyes covered by his ass cheeks, I feel his balls start to rhythmically jerk as he wanks his hand up and down his cock. He is wanking whilst he watches Hal impale himself regularly on my cock. Deprived of sight senses, I concentrate my mind on touch. I reach up and find Art's cock as he wanks. He lets me take over, and I wank him above and suck him below as he squats over my face.
Then he stands up and kneels to one side beside my head. All the others join him except Hal who is working my cock to a spurting climax with his clenching bottom muscles. Either side of me are five wanking cocks as I look up at the ceiling. I watch from under as their balls jangle and sway in their sacks, each rising closer to their parent body, in preparation for their explosion. Hal is now sitting upright on me, bouncing up and down on my cock at a fast rate, my cock going deep into his frame as he forces himself right down onto my abdomen.
Will is the first to cum, pointing his cock down at my face and blasting me with his spunk. Then Hal, Viv, Matt and Gregg follow in close succession, splattering their glorious cum over my head and neck, some finding my open mouth, others my eyes, forehead, cheeks, chin. Then I felt my own climax rising.
Hal raised himself a little and I was able to shaft my cock into his hole, forcing myself up and in to the boy, as my cock hosed his insides with my juices. In turn, triggered by my cumming, he also came his load, without wanking, spurting up my chest, leaving white spots of thin liquids and cum on my skin as his spasming muscles pumped time and again, until their was just no more to squirt.
Hal slumped onto my chest and the others into the sofas and chairs around. We were equally, but nicely tired. After a short rest, Matt called for me and the others to have a shower, where we discussed under the falling hot water and soap suds what we would do the next morning, when we all met again, at a Pasta House for a late breakfast.
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