Massage Me

By Alex Carbine

Published on Nov 5, 2011

Gay

'Massage Me'

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Sixteen.

Straight to the 'Business'.

I did not hear from Anton until I received a text on my mobile the day before the next lecture. 'See you at the Hall. Have arranged our next 2 dummies. Anton'. They were already inside the Hall when I arrived. Charles was mid twenties and a bit 'cute', and Anton introduced him as his 'model' for the night. Charles sat with his hands in his lap, his knees to one side and gave me a couple of blinks with his long eye-lashes and a small, tight smile. Then Anton pointed to a guy standing by the coffee machine and said, "That one's yours, Alex."

Douglas, 'call me Doug', gave me a warm smile and a firm handshake when I introduced myself. "Anton said you were a 'mature' student. So am I. Doing my 'Further Education' bit. Want to change jobs, y'know." I nodded, "Same with me really. Want something I can do when I retire. Bit of fun. That type of thing," I replied. Lulu came out of the Lecture Room and ushered us in. Following her usual 'meet and greet' we had 40 mins of lecture and a short test, which Douglas sat in on, apparently enthralled. Then it was off to the changing rooms either to put on our 'work clothes' or strip off, as necessary.

Doug was just on 6 feet tall, (2+ metres), and some months under 40 yrs. His body was athletically trim and muscular, obviously he was a regular visitor to the Gym, which he confirmed later. His upper body was hairless, but his legs had a darker colour of hair to them. As I changed into a white 'T-shirt, jockstrap, navy shorts and trainers he stripped naked as he chatted to me and then slipped on a brief pair of Andrew Christian swim trunks, the 'white cross on a red background logo' at one hip. Together we went back to the Hall where my table was set up.

Laying on his front I started as usual with the legs, working up slowly but methodically with Lulu looking in a couple of times to ask me and my 'model' if we were comfortable etc. When I reached his back and started on his spine I commented quietly, "You skin is very soft to the touch and you have no hair." "I did it especially for tonight," he said. "Yesterday I had a back, crack and sack, waxing, plus my chest." I was impressed. "Doesn't it hurt, having it done?" I asked. "Only when he pulled the paper off," he said with a laugh, "The attention he gave afterwards me was wonderful though. Made up for any pains I may have suffered." My Gaydar rang like an alarm bell.

"Where did you have this done?" I asked interestedly. "Oh, at the Gym. They have a full-time masseur there, who does waxing as well. Lots of the guys have him wax them. You ought to find out about it. Add it to your own list of accomplishments." I continued in silence. "I found it a very refreshing experience. First time for me, but I will have it again, that's for sure!" he volunteered. "First time for a wax?" I asked, and I could see his neck was blushing, so probably his face was bright red. "Yes, it's not the kind of thing I have tried before."

Lulu called a halt to our chat as she had a technique she wanted us to observe and by the time I returned to my table, Doug was laying on his back. I could see his generous cock was just keeping inside his trunks, so I covered across his hips with a folded towel from my tote bag. Our eyes met and I smiled at him. "Wouldn't want the girls to think we were getting up to anything, would we?" I said, trying to put him at ease. "No. I'm not used to a man's touch," he said, and again I could see the blush returning to his face. "It's OK," I confided quietly so that only he could hear. "This isn't the first time a client has got a hard-on. I'll keep the towel on you, so the others can't see." He did not answer but he gave me a wan smile, closed his eyes, and let me get on.

We had a break for coffee a few minutes later and Doug wore the towel. "Still have problems?" I asked him. He nodded slightly. "It just won't go down," he hissed quietly. "Go have a wank," I suggested, "in the toilet, before we start again." "It'll take too long," he said. "Not if I do it," I joked. That he did not laugh made me look up at him, in the eyes. His eyebrows lifted and a small smile crossed his face. "I came almost immediately," he said. "What?" I asked. "At the gym," he said. "After the waxing, I had a hard-on and he wanked me off."

We put our disposable coffee cups in the bin and without any fuss disappeared into the Gents' Toilet. There was only Anton and his 'dummy' who would be using it as well, and we went into the larger Disabled cubicle. Doug removed the towel and his cock head stared at me eye-to-eye, poking up out of the waistband of his trunks. He raised his arms out of my way as I pulled his trunks down, letting his hard cock free.

I sat on the toilet seat and pulled him to me. Putting my hand round near the base of his cock I started to pump the skin up and down, watching the foreskin as it pulled back over the purple glans rim and stayed there. He put his hands, clasped together, behind his head, pushing his cock closer to my face. I looked up and saw he had closed his eyes. I looked down and saw his cockhead slit was weeping clear fluid. I licked it off. He jumped at the touch of my tongue, making a slight noise in the back of his throat, but did not move himself away. I continued pumping his cock shaft, holding the tube firmly, angling it down slightly, away form his body. He shuffled his feet to move them apart a foot or so. I took hold of his balls in their sack. He was now breathing through his slightly open mouth. I continued pumping his cock shaft.

I licked more of his clear pre-cum from his piss slit. His breath sound changed to "Ooooh." I closed my mouth over his helmet. His breath changed to "Aaaaagh," and he breathed from his open mouth, his jaw now slackly open. He started humping my mouth by moving his hips, his cock sliding in and out between my lips as I pumped his shaft with my fist. I moved my hand from his balls to his perineum, feeling the uneven ridge behind his balls as my finger tips moved on to his rectum and the crinkled, fleshy hole at its' entrance. His hips thrust his stiff pole more forcefully into my mouth.

As I sucked and slid my mouth along and back his hard moving cock, I pushed my index finger into his hole. Almost straight away, in reaction to my invading finger, I tasted the salty, thin, almost bitter, first squirt of his pre-cum. I continued to suck and pump his cock. My finger began to work his hole at the same pace as my pumping fist. I felt his helmet swell in size, his balls now tight up to the root of his cock, his balls sack wrinkled like a walnut. He hissed "I'm cumming!"

I felt the force of the next squirt of cum in my mouth. It had more substance and was a smoother taste. It was followed by another, then another, and I tried to push my finger in unison into his ass as he squirted his cum into my mouth, my finger going all the way in to touch the little pleasure button inside. "Fuck" he gasped, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, now holding my head in his hands to pull me ever deeper onto him.

My lips was at the base of his cock, his helmet now at the back of my mouth, his cum filling my throat as I managed to swallow his deposits and keep my airway open. Every time my finger hit his prostate he shot another load into my throat, until he was dry, but still spasming to my touch. "Oh! Enough! Fucking stop!" he hissed holding my head still, but still impaling himself into me.

I carefully pulled my finger out of his bum, and slid my lips back up his cock, to suck and lick the final smears of cum off his helmet. "Fuck that was fantastic! I've never had a climax like it! Fuckin' hell Alex! I never knew I could cum like that!" He let go my head and I leaned back on the seat. "It needn't be the last time either, if you want," I said.

He looked down at me and gave a laugh. "Do you really mean that?" he asked. "Later," I said, "We have a class to return to." I let Doug pull his trunks back up and wrap the towel back in place over his wilted cock, and we slipped back into the Hall.

"Wherever you been, I missed you?" asked Anton as I passed by. "Attending to Business," I answered and licked and smacked my lips. Anton's guffaw needed no explanation as he returned to his 'dummy' and me to mine. Doug and I met up several times after that, normally at my place, and normally for a 'deep' massage with a 'happy ending'.

As usual, if you have enjoyed my true story, let me know at alex.carbine@sky.com

All e-mail acknowledged.

Thank You

Next: Chapter 17


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