Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2011 21:06:46 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Three. 'Local Advertiser' of 'Massage Me'

Massage Me

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Three

Local Advertiser.


	I was staying in a small Hotel in Bedford, England. It was what is
called 'comfy'. The house is in a good district and the Owner lives on the
ground floor. There is a separate front door leading to two separate
apartments upstairs. Meals are 'home cooked' and very feeding, but you are
required to be punctual or eat out, having told the Owner before the
event. I usually ate a good breakfast each morning and left it at that, as
beating back to the Hotel for a particular time was tedious.

	I was sitting in a local restaurant having a snack lunch when I saw
a local advertiser newspaper in the racks with the daily papers for the
clients to read as they shovelled greasy food around their plates. Sipping
my stewed tea I read through the paper.  Under the section of 'Lonely
Hearts' was a sub-section for 'Men wanting Men'. I cast an eye through it.

	There was a item of 'a man' wanting to meet up with 'any other man'
who wanted to be given '1 to 1' massages in 'luxurious surroundings' with
'no questions asked'. There was a telephone number to leave a message and
'the man' would phone back. I was at a loose end that day at left my mobile
number for him to phone back to. I had hardly finished my tea when the
mobile rang.

	"Hallo" the voice said, "and Thank You for phoning Man
Massages. This is an automated answering service. If you wish to contact
Man Massages please phone the following number ..." I remembered the number
given and phoned it directly after the answering service rang off. A
youngish male voice answered and we talked about what was on offer and the
cost. It seemed that the massage was open to interpretation, and the cost
surprisingly low. The youth ended with an address and post code, which I
wrote down .  I was to see 'Nathan' at 3pm that afternoon.

	I was able to find the flat easily, using the post code and my
Electronic Direction Finder machine. I rang the door bell and a voice asked
who I was. I had given my name over the phone, and gave it again. The door
opened for me. A tall youth of an estimated 24 years led me into his
lounge. The 'luxurious surroundings' were a neat but obvious University
digs. I sat and asked 'Nathan' what he was studying, and he told me it was
with Textiles and Design, before realising he had given the game away. I
told him I was a Commercial Traveller and had seen the advert in a free
local paper. He admitted that it was run by a group of students, and that
all they wanted was 'rent money'. I smiled and said that I would be able to
help their fund before I left. He seemed relieved, and he relaxed a bit. I
had the impression that he had not done this before. "Are you Gay?" I asked
him. He tensed up again. I had seen enough of his flat to see that if it
was not him, then someone lived in it who was gay. "How did you know?" he
asked a bit hesitantly. "The flat is too tidy for the usual student. It's a
dead give away," I answered. "Oh! And the promise of a male giving me a 1
to 1 massage, no questions asked, also helped my decision," I added with a
laugh. He gave me a smile, the first that I had seen from him. "Bit obvious
I suppose, really," he conceded.

	"So where do you want me for my massage?" I asked. "In the
bedroom," he replied simply. I stood and was taken along the hallway, past
a neat kitchen, to the bedroom. It was decorated in differing shades of
pink. I smiled and turned to him. "What a lovely room Nathan," I said. "Do
you like it, really? I decorated it myself," he babbled
enthusiastically. "You are really talented," I observed, and funnily, I
meant it. Although the room was in shades of pinks, it strangely all worked
together, and I did not know why. The bed itself however, was a stark white
cotton sheet, and beneath it was a plastic draw sheet, probably to stop the
oils soaking into the mattress. I could see that there was a wooden hanger
on the outside of the wardrobe and asked if I was to use it.

	Whilst I dis-robed, Nathan was elsewhere 'getting himself ready'
which gave me a bit of an opportunity to look at the room in more
detail. When he returned I was standing with a big white fluffy bath towel
round my waist, and he had changed into a pair of yellow nylon short
running shorts and a plain 'T' shirt in a pale purple. "Are you ready then
Brian?" I asked and he nodded. Then he looked at me wide eyed. "How do you
know I'm Brian," he asked, worry descending over him like a black cloak. I
pointed to the double photograph on the dresser, in a silver frame
inscribed 'To Brian Love Aidan'. "And I presume Aidan is the one in the
Kitchen trying to hide behind the door?"

	I sat on the bed smiling, with a clear view into the Hallway, and
watched Aidan exit the Kitchen. He had obviously heard what I had said, as
I had said it loud enough for him to hear. He saw me and I waved him into
the bedroom to join us.

	They stood side by side like a couple of naughty schoolboys that
had been caught, which I suppose they were really. Aidan spoke first. "What
are you going to do, now?" "Why should I do anything? What is there to do?"
I asked back, still smiling. "I think what you are doing is quite
laudable. Between you, you have come up with a non-violent way of earning
cash, whilst your friend stays out of the way and maintains safety,
etc. Well done, very good."

	They still looked like deer caught in the headlights. "Let's have a
cup of tea, and then we can start all over again, shall we?" I suggested
and we all went into the Kitchen. Over tea and biscuits, with pink icing on
them, we talked about what they had embarked on, with Aidan taking notes of
my observations. He was dressed in a type of stretch material pair of
shorts in black, with a matching half sleeved top. It looked as though he
had been out on a bicycle.

	45 minutes later it was Brian who suggested that he really ought to
start what I had come there for. "The massage?" I said. "Yes," he said. "I
really can give a Massage. I have been to night school and have the
Certificate and everything." I was shown their Bathroom and used their
electric shower and heavily scented gel.

	Aidan sat in a little tub seat by the dressing table as Brian let
the oil warm up in a special little electric heater. When he was ready, I
removed my towel and Aidan could not help but take a deep breath when he
saw my soft, 7 inch circumcised cock jutting out from my body, and my low
hanging balls in their sack behind. I smiled at him and said, "When it
grows bigger, it gets better, you know." He looked up at my face and gave a
wan smile. "Brian tells me that at the night school they had to practice on
volunteers, and they were all ageing women who wore just knickers and
bras. Not a fellah amongst them." He looked at Brian, and smiled. "Still I
am happy with what I have. We both are." His gaze dropped back to me and
mine, and he could see that I was beginning to have an erection. He
swallowed again, his stare fixed on my slightly bigger cock.

	I lay on my front, and Brian started with my feet and legs, and he
was very professional with his touch. As he worked the three of us talked
about their University Courses, expenses, almost everything I think. Brian
had to stretch to reach me from the side of the bed, and I suggested that
he climbed onto it and sat on my legs. He was very careful and took most of
his weight on his knees, which were either side of me. Having completed my
back and neck he then climbed off and asked me to turn over.

	With him sitting on me, I was now sporting a really hard cock. When
erect I am just over 9 inches (23cms). I climbed off the bed on Aidan's
side, my stiff manhood waving just a few inches from his face as he sat
there. I stopped and asked, "Does this make you feel uncomfortable Aidan?"
and waved it from side to side, watching his head follow my motions. "Oh,
he's such a flirt," answered Brian. "He goes around with a permanent
hard-on when we go to the Sauna." "But he's so big," mumbled Aidan, totally
transfixed by my cock just inches away from his face. I could see he had a
stiff cock clearly tenting his black stretch shorts.

	"Do you get jealous,then," I asked over my shoulder to Brian. "Oh
he can do what he wants. I won't stop him. I know he loves me, and I love
him to bits." the busy Brian answered apparently unconcerned. Aidan licked
his top lip unconsciously, as he smiled at what his boyfriend had
said. "Brian disappears into the odd cubicle, and so do I. It's what keeps
our relationship fresh, I think," he said.

	I turned and faced Brian, and for the first time he saw my cock
erect, as he had been working at his oil heater when I climbed off the bed
earlier. I grasped myself with my right hand and gave my stiffy a couple of
wanks, sliding my hand up and over my flared helmet, collecting the dew
that was oozing out of the slit. "Would you let him suck me in front of
you?" I asked Brian.

	Brian watched me wank, and then realised what I had just
said. "Well if there's going to be a queue, I'm going to be second," he
said in an exaggerated camp voice, and laughed. I felt Aidan's hand touch
my left hip, and another my right buttock. A finger pushed gently into my
crack towards my ass hole. I moved my legs further apart. The finger met my
hole and gently swept over it a couple of times. Keeping my feet where they
were, I bent at the hip and leaned on the side of the bed with my hands. I
felt Aidan's tongue wash over my hole as he licked me. His hand reached
between my legs and he started to wank my cock, like a milk-maid.

	Sitting on my legs Brian now had some of his oils on his shorts,
making them stick to his legs and crotch. The yellow nylon was now showing
that he was wearing a white jock strap. As Aidan pulled my cock, I said to
Brian that he may as well take his shorts off. I watched as the thinnish
limbed youth took his shorts down his legs. Without thinking he turned away
from me and held them to the floor whilst he stepped out of them. His ass
was in full view, framed by the leg straps of his jock. When he turned
back, I could see that he also had an erection, pointing up toward his left
hip, restrained within the jock pouch. Then, surprisingly, he slipped his
thumbs into the waist band and slowly pulled the jock down, his cock
trapped in the pouch until it suddenly released itself to 'thwack' up to
kiss his navel. He was as big as me, even bigger. No wonder Aidan always
came back home.

	Aidan was still busy licking my hole, his busy tongue probing my
entrance delightfully. Brian climbed onto the bed from his side and
shuffled on his knees across the sheet to me, his beautiful cock waving
from side to side as he approached. I must admit I love to see a stiff cock
when it is moving. He was not circumcised, but the foreskin was just
showing the tip of the purple helmet it sheathed. He arrived at my side of
the bed and I was able to take hold of it with one hand and guide it to my
mouth. A voice behind me said, "I thought I was going to suck cock first!"
"I've got just my meat. You've got his meat, two veg and gravy," sniggered
Brain as my mouth closed over his cock-head, washing the helmet with my
wet, slippery tongue.

	Aidan stood up behind me and came round to my left side to watch
his boyfriend's cock slide in and out of my mouth. I reached out and felt
the hard tube in his shorts, the end near his hip wet and sticky with his
emissions. I felt him pulling his pants down and turned my head slightly to
see that he had a cock ring at the base of his stalk, a good 6 inches (16
cms) and nicely fat, with a fat circumcised head. Brian put his hands on my
head to hold it steady as he continued humping my mouth. Aidan stood
watching, slowly wanking his cock with his right hand. Both were very
excited by the turn of events.

	Then Brian withdrew himself and suggested that Aidan "had a go." I
moved down to stand at the foot of the bed, facing the door, and Aidan came
in front of me, still wanking his shaft. I bent down and took him into my
mouth and, like Brian, he held my head and started to face-fuck me. Brian
came off the bed and round behind me. I felt some of his warm oil being
poured on my spine so it dribbled down my crack, then felt Brian's cock
head slip between my buttocks to stop at my wet, oily hole. Using his hand
to guide his length he pushed gently and I relaxed my sphincter muscle,
feeling him slip inside my ring where he rested, letting me get used to the
invader.

	Aidan was still holding my head as he fucked my face, flipping his
cock forward with his hips, his head resting back on his shoulders, his
eyes closed, his mouth open sucking in air to feed his body. Brian eased
the whole of his length into me, his swinging balls hitting my own at the
end of his stroke, before pulling himself almost all the way out. His hands
were on my hips, allowing him to pull himself into me, or push me away. His
head lolled down, his eyes also closed as he pistonned himself in and out
of my ass tube.

	Then, as if at a sign, both Aidan and Brian withdrew from my
body. Brian must have moved out of the way behind me, as I felt Aidan's
hands on my shoulders pushing me backwards, and I fell back onto the bed,
my feet still on the floor, my bottom just on the mattress, my cock
pointing up straight up stiff in the air, my spine, shoulders and head
laying on the mattress, my arms out each side of my like a cruciform. Aidan
climbed up, his knees on either side of my hips, and then lowered his body
down onto me, his sphincter relaxing as Brian held my cock so it could
slide up into Aidan. Lodged firmly up inside him, Aidan then started to
move himself so that my jutting cock fucked his bum-hole, his body impaling
itself on my spike for his own enjoyment and mine. My knees were pushed
apart wider by Brian, and because of the length of his cock, he was able to
insert his cock-head and an inch or so into me as I lay there. Holding onto
Aidan's shoulders Brian was able to fuck my hole as Aidan humped himself up
and down my cock.

	I lay on the bed, my eyes now closed, my brain awash with the
sensations my lower body was sending to it. I knew that every time I
clenched my muscles and made my cock pump with extra blood, my ring
clenched Brian's cock as it reamed in and out of me. The two of them worked
all out to bring me to my climax. I could feel the volcano start in my
balls, and an observer would have seen them start to retreat up into my
body. My spunk started to boil and I began sending it up the pipework and
deep into Aidan. Each time I spasmed my ejaculation, my sphincter grasped
hard on Brian's cock as it moved in and out grazing past my love nut. With
their help I came, and came, and came, and came.

	Brian followed a close second, due to my ass clenching and
deposited his cum in me,and Aidan followed close after, his cum arcing out
of his stiff cock to land on my rib cage and splatter between my
breasts. Following my conclusion I was absolutely knackered and just lay
there. The other two climbed off/out of me and collapsed next to me on the
bed for a full five minutes.

	When we got our breath back I was allowed first into the shower,
and then the kitchen for a cup of tea. I was soon joined by the boys. Aidan
was interested in my observations as to how to improve and streamline the
process for future clients, and I was able to guide him and Brian from my
own experiences.

	I kept their phone number and made use of it several times before
they left University. Needless to say their 'insight' into a 'need' paid
for their accommodation handsomely.



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