Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2011 18:41:49 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Six. The Gentleman's Club part 1 of 'Massage Me'

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).

	If you have any comments please e-mail me at alex.carbine@sky.com

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