Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 10:54:07 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Egyptian Masseur, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Youth/Adult

+++++The word "young" in the title does not refer to you if you are under
eighteen years of age.  If you are that young, you must leave.  This story
is only for reprobates who are over eighteen.


I have a funny name.  It's Babcock.  I had a lot of kidding in school but
now I am a grown up and a world traveler, no one seems to notice.  My first
name is Franklin and that also came in for some kidding, like "Go fly a
kite!"

All that's in the past.  I'm twenty four, six feet, 175 pounds of nice gym
engendered muscle.  I work for National Surgical and am a traveling
salesman and lecturer on their devices.  This week I am in Cairo, Egypt.  I
have two appointments to do a Power Point lecture on our new shoulder
replacement.

I'm booked into the Cairo Hilton.  My company likes its salesmen to travel
in style.

I unpacked and after the long flight from Chicago I tried to decide between
satisfying my hunger or lack of sleep.  Hunger won out.

The dining room was closed, but they were accustomed to attending travelers
at all hours and I was directed to a table in the alcove.  I ate lightly
and chatted with the old waiter.  He was charming and obviously an old
auntie and we got along famously.

When I scrunched my neck around to relax the kinks, he said, "What you need
is a nice massage.  I can suggest an excellent place off Bah El Fuluh.  He
reached in his vest pocket and withdrew a much handled card and handed it
to me.

As I finished my strong coffee and the meal began to counter my fatigue I
thought that the idea was a good one.  I thanked him and walked out into
the warm night and asked the uniformed doorman to hail a cab.

The address turned out to be very close to the hotel.  It was a two story,
self standing building.  I approached the door and activated the brass
knocker.  Almost immediately the door was opened by an attractive middle
aged woman.  She motioned me in and she took her place behind the reception
desk.  "I have an excellent girl who is available."

When she saw the hesitation on my face she said, "Our fine male massager is
not in at this time but his son often fills in.  Might that be
satisfactory?"

"I'll give it a try."

She led me to a room and suggested that I undress and use the robe hanging
on a hook on the door.  The room was pleasant but sparsely furnished.
There was a massage table and oddly a pair of easy chairs and a brass
topped coffee table between them.  A sort of conversation arrangement.

"I am Alim," This youthful voice announced the arrival of a mere boy of
about sixteen, attired in a towel fastened around his waist.

We stared at each other, both seemingly surprised by the other.  He laughed
delightfully to break the awkward moment.  "Most of my clients are old men,
you are young...and most attractive."

I think I blushed, his remark was so unexpected.

"And you," I countered, "I expected a mature man. Are you experienced in
giving massages?"

He turned a charmingly earnest expression toward me.  "Oh yes sir, you are
my fourth customer this month."  He was well proportioned, slim, coffee and
cream coloring and boasted an exceptionally handsome face, curly lips that
revealed blinding white teeth.

I glanced down.  He was barefoot and his cinnamon colored feet were
perfectly shaped.  He caught me looking and he grinned as if he had solved
a puzzle.  His dark eyes sparkled as he took in my muscled chest.  "You
have excellent skin and a fine body.  It will be a joy to relax you, sir."

He motioned for me to lie down on the towel covered massage table, face
down.  I did so and then was surprised as he removed his towel revealing a
long slim penis and hanging plum colored sack below.  "We obtain the best
massage when we are both naked.  Do you not think so?"

I said nothing but jumped as he slid off my robe.

He must have gazed at my body for I felt no beginning of the massage.  I
heard him let out a long "Ah" sound.

"May I know your name as we will be comrades for the next hour?"

"Franklin."

"Is that your last name?"

"No first."

"It is very formal," he said as his surprisingly large hands for such a
slim boy squeezed the back of my neck tenderly.  "May I say Frank?"

"Sure."

I became aware of a delicious odor.  Sandalwood, perhaps, as his oiled
hands began a delicious relaxing massage of my back.  He whispered in my
ear, his breath causing goose flesh to arise on my back, "This is a special
oil that will make your muscles very soft and relaxed."

There must have been something in the stuff, I tried to lift my arm and I
was totally unable.  Somehow it failed to alarm me, I was under the spell
of his young hands that were now wonderfully relaxing that tight spot at
the top of my butt.

"You have a lovely patch of fine hair at the top of your well shaped arse,"
he said.

I thought that was inappropriate but I was so tranced I found it hard to
object, especially because he now began to give attention to my ass cheeks.
The heel of his hand was rubbing my ass hole as he kneaded each check until
those large muscles lost their tenseness.  The boy was really good and I
was reduced to a mass of feeling, dominated by his insolent and practiced
hands.

I was almost out of it but brought back to reality as he was whispering
several times in my ear, "Frank, Frank, please turn over."  One hand was on
my hip and the other on my shoulder as he smoothly turned me so that I was
resting on my back.

"Oh my dear Frank," he said in a husky voice betraying his rising sexual
interest.  "You have a lovely penis.  It's short, maybe five inches, but
thick as a duck's neck.  And that big round full ball sac, like a baseball.
It must be full of unreleased essence.  Do you need release?"

I grunted, "Don't talk so much laddie."

He laughed delightedly.  "Right Mr. Handsome, action, not words."

What a scamp, I thought, but soon my critical mind shut down as he began
rubbing my chest, actually including flicking my nipples with his oily
finger.  I realized that I was softly moaning in pleasure and he offered
encouraging words, "Dear boy do not fear that you will be overheard, these
walls are sound poof and it is part of your relaxation to give vent to your
feelings.

Nevertheless, I felt embarrassed that I had been vocalizing so much.  I
quieted down, but let out a gasp as he began carefully massaging my thighs,
his hand bushing my balls on the upswing.

He chuckled boyishly as I pushed lower on the table to encourage his hand
to move further upward.  My penis was stiff and pulsing wildly.  I was no
where near cumming, but I was needy, needy for something to surround it.
Finally I gasped, "Do you offer a happy ending to your clients?"

His hands left my body.  Oh my, I must have shocked the kid, but then he
ordered me to "Look at me, I know all about that.  The massager merely rubs
the client until he spills over. " He clucked his mouth.  "Very
unsatisfactory...for both."

My eyes were open now, looking at his questioningly.  "Then you plan to
leave me like this?"

"Not at all."  He pushed my hand that had been resting on my flexing cock,
away and placed it on the side of the table.  Then he separated my legs and
swooped down and a long pink tongue exited his sweet boy mouth and swept up
and down my rod.  I moaned loudly in encouragement.

"That's good?  Yes?  You taste delicious and so hard.  You are offering
small sample of your nectar and it is honey."

These words really knocked me out.  I put a hand on his slim neck and
pushed him down.  "Please don't stop, I need to cum badly."

He resumed, but not a real heavy sucking.  His mouth encircled my prick
loosely and wetly as he very softly suckled me.  It was both wonderful and
excruciatingly tantalizing.  It could never orgasm with this treatment.

He stopped.  "You want to get off you sweet piggy.  Right?"

I nodded, perhaps docilely, and a definitely change came over him.  Somehow
his control over my impending orgasm made him feel superior.  He patted my
check indulgently, "All will be done to make you happy, even if it is not
what you expected.  Just be quiet and obey my instructions."

He stood up.  His long golden prick was cured upward and his balls that had
hung so long were now pulled up tight again the base of his cock.  This boy
was in a sexually active mode.  I began to worry.  There was no one to aid
me.  I was weak from the drug in the oil, I was on my back, defenseless,
yet I was breathing hard with excitement and some fear at this moment.

"Just relax Frankie boy, Alim will take care of you and we both are going
to have a wonderful time."

I had no idea what was coming next.


End Part One