Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 16:37:07 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Fifteen Massage Me

'Massage Me'

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Fifteen.

D.I.Y. or Not?


	I saw an advert in the local papers under the 'Education' section
for evening classes to learn Massage. A phone call satisfied my curiosity
as to who/what/when/where/how much and I enrolled. On the first evening I
found that of the twenty of so Students, I was the oldest there, and there
was only one other male on the course.

	"So nice to see you Mr. Carbine, may I call you Alex?" gushed the
lady Lecturer, reading names off a clip-board. We were all sat in those
too-small-for-adults lecture seats with attached writing pads that I could
not become comfortable in, and filled in our Forms for contact address,
age, etc. The other male sat next to me, and I discovered that 'Paul' was
22, that he had not been able to find work at all, and that he had thought
that this would be a trade he could do. "Are you Gay?" I asked him
directly. He frowned and looked at the paper in front of him. "Don't worry,
I am," I said and he looked back to me and smiled. "Thank God!" he said, "I
came in here and thought I was the only one!"

	Our Teacher, Miss Llewellyn, introduced herself as 'Lulu' and in
going through what was to come for us, the only contentious item that she
required was that we would need, after 4 lessons, to be able to 'produce' a
friend who we could 'real-time practice on' for the following 8 lessons.
At the coffee break Paul, who told me he liked to be called Po, sat with me
and we discussed how to get our 'practice guys'. In conversation I was able
to make some discoveries.

	Po was studying at University, and needed a part-time job to live
and eat as his monies were going faster than he thought. He was living in
the University accommodation, which was a major cost to him, but not being
from the locale, he had no idea where else to live. I suggested that he put
a clear advert on the 'Halls' Notice Board asking for volunteers for the
both of us, explaining what we needed, and what we required from our
'volunteer'. I gave him my contact details and told him to 'phone me if he
had any problems.

	The call from Po came three days later. Having posted the advert as
suggested, he had had over twenty written replies placed in his mail box,
several with Photographs. He wanted to meet so that I could help him
decide. That evening, in a Pasta House, we met up and together we agreed a
list of our requirements and read the answers he had received. They were
all from other young Students, and two had enclosed naked photos of
themselves coyly covering their cocks. I told him to reply to each and
every one, saying that we had received many replies and would be assigning
a particular night for their 'free' massage on the Course. In this way we
would have a different 'guy' for each class, and have some 'spares' for
those who 'dropped out'. The day before our next class Po rang to say that
my idea had worked and that he had arranged it all.

	The first evening lectures covered Anatomy and we had a great deal
to learn for the following week's tests, as well as tests that night, and
Po and I successfully jumped through all the 'hoops' that Lulu set us. The
first night we actually met our 'volunteers' was exciting. My 'guy' was 24
and studying Civil Engineering. He had answered our advert on the 'nothing
to lose' ticket. Along with the other 'volunteers' he stripped down to a
pair of swimming trunks and lay on his front whilst Lulu lectured. I must
admit that although I had had massages myself, I had never given one, and
was totally engrossed in what Lulu was saying and what she required us to
do, as she toured the room of massage tables giving advice and
demonstrating technique to individuals and the whole class. At coffee time
we were able to talk a bit more sensibly.

	As Po and I talked, our guys were able to chat as well. Po and I
agreed privately that neither had registered on our 'Gaydar', and were
totally straight sexually. At the end of the evening we were able to thank
them for attending and helping us, and both said they had made contact with
Lulu to have 'free' massages if others ever needed a practice 'dummy'. I
looked forward to meeting my next 'dummy'.

	Meeting up by the Entrance Door the next week, Po and I waited for
our 'guys' to appear. Two young fellows came over and introduced themselves
as Reg and Anton, and apparently they had met on the bus coming to us that
night. Reg volunteered to be my 'dummy' for the night, and Anton went with
Po. As part of the course we had bought our own massage tables at a reduced
rate from the College, and whilst we set them up in the Hall we were able
to talk with the two lads. My Gaydar was 'pinging' like mad.

	Lulu was surprised that we had different partners to massage this
week, and smiled when we explained what we had arranged. She bustled off to
return with 'health and safety' forms for the two to fill in. I read one
quickly and it was really a disclaimer for the College in case of accident
or injury. We passed them on to the lads as they stripped off in the
changing room. Reg was wearing a very brief thong when he appeared, and
Anton was wearing a thong/jockstrap, with two leg straps and a middle strap
in his ass cleft, all attached to a rainbow coloured pouch covering his the
front. My Gaydar never misses!

	To say that I was distracted when we began our lesson would be an
understatement. Before we had started Reg had whispered in my ear that "he
loved the idea of older men massaging him" and as he climbed up on to the
massage table I had a good view of the thin string of white fabric as it
crossed his darker fleshed bum hole. His body was not at all hairy, and he
had none between his legs. When I asked him he said that he did a great
deal of cycling and shaved himself regularly. My cock was rock hard. I
managed to go through the evening without cumming and we exchanged 'phone
numbers before parting.

	Po called me the next day and told me that Anton wanted a meet up,
and I suggested my House as his Halls were a bit public. By text I
contacted Reg, who jumped at the idea and we eventually arranged for all to
meet for a Pizzas Dinner at my place. Living away from the Campus area, I
picked them up in my car and on the way we picked up our Pizzas. The
atmosphere in the car as we drove was electric. Po and Anton in the back
were kissing and Reg had his hand on my lap as I drove, smiling at me and
stroking my cock in my jeans.

	I cracked open a couple of bottles of Chilean red wine and we sat
around the sitting room eating, talking, drinking, laughing and generally
feeling good. The lads had more to talk about than me, there being an age
gap that could not be filled. I let them be and cleared all the remains of
the meal into the Kitchen. When I came back they were discussing the
Massage Lectures and I suggested that we ought to take the opportunity to
practice. I had my table set up in the spare bedroom and so that is where
we went next.

	I am not self-conscious, and just began stripping off. The other
three just looked at me, until I said, "Come on. You can't have a massage
with your clothes on, can you?" Reg was looking at me as he took his
clothes off, and when I removed my jockstrap, he saw my cock ring round my
lazy hard-on, which jutted first out from my body, and then hung down, and
came over to me still wearing his thong. I had seen in Class last time that
he filled his pouch, but this time the enlarged tip of his cock was poking
out the side of it. I dropped to my knees and took hold of his hips,
pulling him to me so I could suck the tube in the jock and tip of his hard
cock.

	The other two were laughing and I saw they were 'sword fighting'
each other with their stiff cocks. Both of them had 7 inches or so or
meat. (+18 cms). I pulled Reg's thong to the ground and was delighted to
see his big 9 inches (23 cms) was standing up straight, towards my face. I
opened my mouth and enveloped his helmet, then slid my tongue down his
shaft. He held my head and his youthful legs began trembling with
excitement. "I am so close to cumming," he warned! And the night had hardly
started.

	Anton was sitting on the upholstered arm of the dark brown leather
sofa I keep in the spare room, leaning back on his hands, his cock sticking
proudly out and up from between his legs, his uncircumcised helmet covered
with his foreskin, except for the very tip.  Po was leaning over him,
kissing Anton's left nipple and wanking his own cock as it pointed down
between between his legs. To give Reg an opportunity to recover himself, I
stood and went over to the other boys. Standing behind Po I was able to
smooth the skin on his back and shoulders with both my hands, my stiff cock
sliding along and back Po's bum cleft, my dribbling circumcised cock
supplying copious clear lubricant, making his crack shiny.

	Po took hold of Anton's cock with his other hand and continued to
flick his tongue over Anton's erect nipple. I took hold of my cock, and
guided it to Po's hidden hole. Po left Anton's nipple and bent down lower,
taking Anton's cock in his mouth, pushing his bum onto my cock. I took hold
of his hips and applied even more pressure, feeling my cock head squash
hard against Po's unforgiving sphincter. Po's hole was still too tight to
enter. I dropped to my knees and held Po's buttocks apart, and gave his
ring a wet lick. Reaching between his legs I took hold of his cock and
began to wank it. Licking my middle finger I inserted it into Po's
eye-height hole, watching it slide in up to my knuckle. As I wanked his
cock I finger fucked his hole.

	Reg had come behind me and was rimming my hole. Holding my cheeks
apart, it seemed his whole face was buried in my bum, his nose in my hole,
as he licked my perineum and balls, whilst his hand slid up and down my
shaft, his fingers slipping over the glans rim at the top of his
stroke. For a couple of minutes we mutually pleasured each other in our own
way. Then Anton said he wanted Po to massage him, and so we broke up.

	With Anton laying on his front Po began his massage. I sat on the
sofa, lay back and held my legs behind my knees, open and up, so Reg could
get to my hole easily. Reg, on his knees, stuck his tongue into my ass ring
and held my shaft by the cock ring at it's base, until he found he was the
right height for his cock and my hole. There was a bottle of lube on the
work station by the window. Reg dripped some onto his cock as he came back,
spreading it along the length with a couple of wanks.

	Leaning with both hands on the back of the sofa, he was able to get
his cock to my hole. I was able to catch hold of it and, with him pushing
like doing a press-up, I was able to direct it, and feed all 9 inches
(23cms) into me. From then onwards all I had to do was hold my legs and let
him fuck in and out. We laughed at each other, me underneath buried at the
back of the cushion, him above with his mouth open, his bum sawing back and
forward, his horse-cock slithering in and out the hole beneath my
balls. And we continued like this until he had to admit that he was near
cumming again.

	On the table Po had started massaging Anton, starting at his
shoulders, and giving him a straight massage, as we had been shown, so
far. But when he came to Anton's buttocks, he poured some of the oil into
the crack and let it drip down onto Anton's balls. Then, standing beside
Anton's hip he put one hand on the base of Anton's spine, and pushed two
fingers of the other hand up into Anton's bum. "I've always wanted to do
that, even before we started taking lessons," Po told Anton, as he
leisurely fucked his 'client' with two fingers. For his part Anton took
hold of Po's balls in his upturned hand, and gave them a friendly
squeeze. "We are not going to hurt each other, are we?" Anton said with a
laugh.

	As I climbed out of the sofa, Reg bent at the waist and lay his
front along the sofa's arm, revealing his ass to me to fuck. With no
hesitation I dripped some lube onto my cock and slipped the head into his
hole, all the way up to my cock ring. That he could take me, and just like
that, told me that although Reg was a young man, he had had more than a
little experience. "I think you like more than a massage from older men," I
said as I gave his buttock a not-too-hard smack, and began to deep shaft
him. He held tightly on to the side and back of the leather sofa, grunting
"Yees!", his hard cock pointing to the floor down the end of the arm he was
laying on, as I gave his love glove a thorough seeing too. My 8 inch long
(20cms) and 7½ inches round (19cms) cocktube reamed into the inside of his
tube, the helmet like a drain clearer, scraping to and fro, stretching the
thin walls as it passed by. Then it was my turn to stop as I was sensing an
on-coming orgasm.

	By this time, Po was on the table, kneeling behind the kneeling
Anton, fucking his ass with careless abandon. The table, a folding
portable, was threatening to do just that under this onslaught. I asked Po
to continue on the floor, which would support such energies. As Anton
climbed down off the table after Po, I was happy to see that he was still
hard, his prick as stiff as ever even after Po's exertions in his bum. He
obviously enjoyed being a bottom.

	Reg suggested he should give me a massage, and I hopped up onto the
table, laying on my back with my stiff cock laying along my stomach. He
asked me if there was anything I would like especially, and I told him to
look in the drawer of the work station. He gave a little laugh as his eyes
jumped over the different dildos and vibrators the drawer
contained. Picking a long, pink faux cock, he drew it out like a sword from
the drawer and brought it over to me, presenting it like a wine
waiter. "Was it this one Sir?" he asked. I smiled and nodded and bent my
knees, drawing my feet up to my bum, ready to receive his offering.

	Once it was anointed with lube he put it on the table and took hold
of my legs, pushing them back so that my knees almost touched my
nipples. Then he wetly licked my exposed brown hole, before slowly working
the pink plastic into me, twisting it from time to time to ease its'
entry. I suppose it was pay-back for long dicking him, but I could feel the
head and shaft of the dildo every inch of its' journey as it route-marched
its' way up through my bowels until there was no more to push in. Then he
began to slowly pull it out, with one hand as the other was slowly wanking
lube into his cock. I told him to get up on the table and we could 69,
taking his cock in my mouth as he shafted the dildo in my bum.

	Seconds later I was looking up at his swollen bum hole, balls and
cock, and felt him take control of the dildo in my rear. With little effort
I was able to suck his cock, as I fingered his hole, dragging a finger
first over the crinkly opening, before inserting my fingers into him,
whilst he inserted the plastic cock into me, often. I love feeling a moving
object in my bum, whatever it is, and this was my favourite wank toy. Reg
was now sucking my cock as he played on it with me. Heaven!

	Anton and Po on the carpet had now swapped, and Anton's long, thin
cock was now disappearing up Po bum regularly and forcefully, much to Po's
obvious delight. With Anton's hands on Po's shoulders and Anton's cock
sawing in and out of his bum, Po set to wanking his cock furiously. Within
a minute of so was he was pumping his cum into his cupped hand, the white
sperm filling more of his palm with each squirt. Anton pulled himself out,
and, as his continuous hard-on waved in the breeze, they then shared the
fruits of Po's now wilted cock, kissing and tasting the spunk in each
other's mouths.

	Leaving the dildo still in to the hilt, Reg moved his body and sat
down on my cock, facing my feet in such a way that he was able to fuck my
shaft and I was able to see myself slipping in and out, feeling my glans
rim as it scraped the inside of his guts. I felt him purposefully gripping
my inches with his insides as he moved and I was soon pumping my seed up
into his body as he rode my invader. Then he dismounted and stood by my
head wanking himself to a climax. I was able to put my arm around him and
slip my hand into his hole, feeling the stickiness of what I had just
deposited coat my fingers.

	Calling out to me to open my mouth, his first spurt gushed over my
face, before he slipped between my open teeth, to spray the inside of my
mouth and tongue a few times. I closed my lips over his shaft, and used my
tongue to wash his helmet clean before he pulled out. Then I was able to
lick my fingers clean, tasting the slightly difference between our cums. He
put one knee up on the table and was able to suck my cock as well, as I
leaned up off the table and licked his ass clean, as his hole bubbled and
dribbled wetly

	Then we all had more wine and finished the left-over Pizza. What
more could you want?


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Thanks.