Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 08:55:15 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Egyptian Masseur, Part Three" by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult youth, Encounters

"Young Egyptian Masseur, Part 3" by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult Youth...Encounters
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Note: I thought this story was ended and I said so at the end of Chapter
Two, but I have been finding that I can't end it.  There are new thoughts
drifting up and this extra part reflects that.  Thanks for reading.


I let a few days go by assimilating the events on that massage table with
Alim, but I had trouble concentrating on my lectures and paper work as
remembrances kept popping up in my head and body.

I decided to call the massage place and make another appointment.

I was pleased to hear Alim's boyish voice answer the phone.

"This is Franklin.  You remember me?"

He sounded formal; perhaps there was someone else in the room.  "Yes sir.
Do you wish to book a massage?"

I dropped my intimate voice and aped his attitude.  "Yes, my work lecturing
gets kinks in my neck and I need them worked out."

He set the time for later this very day, at 3PM.

That mannish woman I had seen in the front office was on duty and she gave
me a hard look of disapproval.  I wondered why, surely Alim hadn't
discussed our session.

"Alim is occupied with another customer, his brother Abasi has offered to
fill in."

I nodded, but I was tremendously disappointed.  I had hoped to feast my
eyes on the lithe, tan, smooth boy and experience his cute mastery over me.
I sighed with acceptance and took off my clothes in the cubical and sat,
naked, on the edge of the massage table that had been prepared with fresh
sheets.

The door burst open.  This must be Abasi.  He was older than Alim, perhaps
age nineteen.  They surely were not full blooded brothers, half brothers,
maybe.  This boy was taller, more muscular, of cinnamon complexion.  He was
barefoot, and bare chested, wearing only sport shorts with elastic waist.

The boy was exotic and very handsome.  His thick, black brows were beetled
now and his curly red lips were in a sheer.  I could see his gleaming white
teeth as his lip was raised on the side.  His pecs were prominent and
dusted with shiny dark hair, but his nipples were clear of hair and their
maroon puckered surface surrounded pointy nubs.

He approached me.  I was smiling slightly, not expecting what happened
next.

His powerful muscular arm pulled back and he delivered a stinging slap on
my right cheek.  As the same time, he intoned in a heavy accent, "That is
for raping my little brother."

As I slowly recovered, I attempted to defend myself.  "It's not true!  It's
the other way around.  He forced me to have anal sex for the first time in
my life."

Abasi let out an unpleasant laugh.  "That's what rapists always say, that
their victim is at fault."

But a strange thing was happening as he said these words, said in a more
gentle way than earlier.  He was leaning against the table and I felt the
table moving with a rhythm, as he was apparently rubbing his front against
it.  I am very suggestive and in a moment, my prick rose.  He eyes were
shooting sparks as he eyed the phenomenon.

He cleared his throat.  "Well you are here for a massage.  Let's begin."

He slipped off his shorts and his thick hairy-based cock sprang out.  He
lifted his heavy egg plant colored ball sac to ease it and pushed me gently
onto my back.

Immediately he began at my neck, his big hands kneading it.  I signed in
pleasure as those knotted muscles relaxed.  Doing that part of me caused
his face to be just inches from mine and I could feel his warm puffs of
breath against me.  In the near East, closeness between people is normal
and I could catch the pleasant odor of his breath.  He must have sprayed
his mouth with a violet scent.

His warm prick was rubbed against my waist as he worked on me.  I opened my
eyes that had been closed in pleasure and saw his expression.  His lips
were parted and he had a boyish look.  I caught him looking longingly at my
penis and I flexed it invitingly.

"By the Prophets you are very beautiful," he groaned out.  "I am overcome
with desire to feel you inside me."

This was a surprise.  I had been dreading that this rough boy would attempt
to fuck me, now he was fast falling into a mood of softness, even mewling
slightly for his feminine side expressing itself.

"I can't bear it any longer.  I must..."  Then athletically, he lifted his
feet and placed them on the table, on either side of my hips.  Then, as I
watched his face, grimacing in slight pain, he crouched his powerful ass
over my protruding cock and slowly lowered himself.  It produced a
delicious feeling in my prick as it was surrounded by soft warm flesh.  In
addition, my mind was flooded with the realization that this bossy boy was
giving up his dominant self to me.

Of course, though my penis was inside him, he was controlling the act.  His
eyes were closed tightly, his mouth compressed, saliva dripping from the
sides.  Every so often, his long, thick, red tongue swiped out in dumb
helplessness from the sensations he was experiencing.

"Mr. Franklin, push your damn hips up, let me feel you."

I tried, but motion was denied me by his heavy, hairy thighs pressing on
me.

I spoke commandingly to him: "Abasi, you hungry bitch.  If you want to be
really fucked, get off me and lean against the table and stick out your
juicy ass for real action."

He tensed.  Anger was rising in him.  I saw his fists clench, but intense
desire won out over temper.  He disengaged his ass from my cock and meekly
slid off the table to stand beside it.  I roughly pushed his shoulders down
and in a moment his muscular backside was quivering an invitation to me.

I grasped his shoulders in a hard grip and steered my rampant cock to his
pulsing hole and entered only the head.  I heard his sighing voice ask
pleadingly, "What's wrong.  Why are you not doing it?"

"Doing what, Abasi, you whore?"

Again his back turned rigid in anger, but I remained just inside his hot
hole.

"Please, fuck me hard."

"All right, poor needy boy, I'll give you a happy ending, as you masseurs
say.""

In a moment the table was shaking with the fury of assault on his ass.  He
was crying out words of encouragement.  "Good, don't show pity, my balls
are whirling with delight."

We were making such a racket that I failed to hear the door open and the
bare feet of Alim padding toward us.

He spoke loudly in his young voice.  "Abasi, you are being a woman.  I will
always remember this scene.  And Frankie, what a guy!  You fuck like a
madman."

I glanced sideways at him.  He had slipped off his shorts and was shagging
his prick rapidly, he face going slack with desire.  He stepped forward and
bushed my mouth with the head of his cock leaving a trace of pre cum on my
lips.  I licked it.  It acted like a sex drug and I opened my mouth.  He
slipped in and soon I was slurping away like an experienced cock sucker,
though this was my first time.

Alim patted my head as if I were his pet dog.  "Good show Frankie boy.  If
you keep this up, I will reward you with my sweet cum, everyone says it's
like honey."

I was blind with passion.  Abasi was squeezing my cock with his ass muscles
and the sight and smell of his sweating back was bathing my senses with an
urge to empty my balls.  Then too, the wonderful feeling of Alim's rigid
cock on my tongue, emitting honey fluids was intoxicating me.

Poor Abasi was blind with passion trying to reach his climax that he was
actually weeping in frustration.  "I am on top of the Pyramid but can't
roll down."

I looked down at his sweaty, hairy ass and remembered the slap he gave my
cheek.  Now it was my turn to swat his cheek, his ass cheek.  I pulled my
hand back and the room echoed with the resounding swack.  Abasi let out a
cry like a chicken whose head was severed.  I could see he was sliding into
a might cum and his ass vibrated around my ready to cum cock.  The two of
us joined in the scary decent into our orgasm.  Mine was aided by Alim who,
with a high pitched scream, emptied his young balls into my craw, filling
me with sweet boy cum.

A listener would have thought that this was a scene of torture from the
cries and moans and gagging screams.  We three finished about the same
time.  Alim slid to the floor, his adolescent prick still dribbling.  I
fell over Abasi, sliding on his sweaty back.  Abasi shook me off, stood up,
tried to regain his dignity.  "A massage you want, pretty American?"

"Are you kidding?  That sex massage you brothers gave me is enough for the
night.  I think it's bedtime for me.  I must go and try to get some sleep
for tomorrow's lecture."

As I dressed, I peeked out of the curtain.  There was the two, Alim slim
and pale creamy tan, hugging his older brother, darker and hairy.  Now they
were deeply kissing.  I walked quietly out of the room.  At the desk, the
butch woman called out, "Do you want to book another massage?"

"I do, but one more of these will kill me," I called over my shoulder, but
deep down I knew I would return to this opium den of sexual excitement.

End