Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:18:51 +0000
From: Jay Mex <jaymex65@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alexander's massage - (Day 1)

Alexander's massage
By Jay Mex < Jaymex65@hotmail.com >


This story features gay sex between young adults. If you're underage, or if
this is illegal in the country where you live, then quit this page now.

Copyright 2008 Jay Mex.  All Rights Reserved.


From MJ (an online networking website) to the real life, this is a story of
the most uncommon weekend I ever spent in my entire life.

Day one

It was on a boring hot Friday afternoon, last summer. I left the company
early that day, but with no particular weekend plans in mind. Situation in
Beirut was tensed. I was still wondering who to call, and what to do, when
my mobile phone vibrated. I hate to answer hidden-number calls, but I did:
A certain Alexander with a Russian accent was on the line. He introduced
himself and said to have had my number from a guy called Ali. It took me a
few seconds to situate who Ali was, and then "Oh! Yes, of course..." I
said, with a smile.

The so called Ali is a cute funny guy I first met on MJ (online), then in
real... We spent some real good times together and had a lot of fun, and
now we keep meeting randomly. Ali used to love having me massage his body,
especially his back and shoulders, but he never admited his addiction to my
skills. He keeps teasing me by calling me "WMT" which stands for "worst
masseur in town".

The guy on the phone introduced himself. "I'm Alexander, 23 years from
Russia... and I'm here on holidays at the Phoenigrand's"

At first, I went suspicious and thought this really couldn't be anything
else but one of Ali's quirky tricks: "Ok, and then what?" I said, with a
hint of skepticism.

"Do you know where The Phoenigrand's is?"

"Yeah of course."

"Then come join me here, I'm having a drink at the bar... then I'll tell
you what I want," he said with the arrogant self-confidence of a rich kid
typically raised to think he can command anything just as long as he
wishes, and will surely get it.

"A drink? With you? At the Phoenigrand's bar?... But... Do you realize that
I'm double your age, and that I don't even know you... What makes you think
I can accept your invitation?" I said, with a hint of dryness.

I was about to hang up, but he disregarded all of what I just said, and
added: "Ali told me about your massage; and I feel like having one right
now... How much is it, buy the way?"

I kept speechless for a few seconds, the time I needed to adjust: "I'm
sorry, but you don't seem to have heard what I just said. Beside, you have
a massage service in your Hotel, and I see no reason wh..."

"Yeah, I tried it, but it's really terrible!" he interrupted "Are you
coming or what?"

It took me a few seconds of hesitation before I said: "Ok, it's 100 US$ for
a 90 minutes session..." thinking this would make him renounce; meanwhile,
I was the one mostly surprised by how professional I sounded.

"Deal," he said without a hesitation. "I'm in the bar; don't be late." And
he hanged up, before I even could add a word.

I really was curious to either put a face to such an arrogant call, or
else, then to reveal the tricky joke behind. I showered in three minutes,
then jumped into my car and drove there. The lobby was almost empty. When I
walked in the bar, it was a bit more than six o'clock in the
afternoon. Outside it was a summer daylight; inside it was an out of time
dimmed light.

The only customer there was a young blond guy browsing through a fashion
magazine, with a laptop and a glass of Champagne on the table. With his
anthracite satin shirt opened on a smooth boyish chest tainted by the sun,
and the sleeves of it folded to the middle of his forearms, he overall
looked as if advertising for a fashion magazine, just like newly rich
Russian tourists often are. Because he did not move, I turned to the waiter
and asked where I could find the Mr. Alexander... The waiter was one of a
Lebanese beauty! Mid twenties, tall and slim, with a refined almost
feminine face, but with big brown eyes that brought a deep quietness to his
overall expression. He could definitely be described as a spicy oriental
version of Keanu Reeves. With a little one-side smile on his sensual lips,
he pointed at the blond customer, who then laid his magazine and finally
looked up. I couldn't believe my eyes: The customer was simply gorgeous!
Between the waiter and the customer, I suddenly had the feeling that I was
in a no-return trap.

Without even feigning to stand, the customer invited me to take place at
his table. Actually, it was more like an order than an invitation. The
worst was that he pushed the opposite chair with his red Puma under the
table... I felt outraged but sat anyway, with nothing else in mind but my
determination to teach this arrogant guy a lesson in good manners. The
thing is that his beauty was a strong intimidating barrier! Before I could
say a word...

"You don't seem very happy to meet of your favorite list," he said.

"What?... What favorite list?" I asked, in an obvious will to return some
of his arrogance.

"Here... Your MJ's favorite list; look: this is me here..." He turned his
screen towards me, displaying my MJ's profile and favorite list, and
indeed, there he was! He even was among the very few that I had rated 5
stars... I turned red.

Actually, I remember to have added his profile in my favorite list on the
only basis of his pictures, but never thought of sending any
message. Actually, I was very certain that the pictures he placed on his
profile were simply stolen from one of those sites where super striking
models are on display... Such things happen very often, but this time I had
it wrong, and the pictures were truly his! I never felt that much
embarrassed. Willing to change the conversation, I found nothing I could
say, and kept speechless.

"Champagne?" he asked, and then "Sure!" he added, replying to himself
without even waiting for my answer. "Champagne, Chadi" he continued
addressing to the waiter who brought a flute and filled it.

"Here's Chadi, he's a friend" he said, introducing me to the waiter, "I
very much like to have my Champagne here the days he's on duty," he
added. I smiled at the waiter and shook my head politely.

The bottle was kept in the ice bucket near the table... As I was being
served, Alexander slid a 100 bucks moving it with one finger over the top
of the table and said to me: "Ow, take this by now, I prefer to have
finished with the cash matter..." The waiter saw the whole scene, and had
the little smile that said he knew about the whole thing, and probably from
its beginning. I turned red again. "Cheers!" said Alexander. I lifted my
glass.

I still was sipping my Champagne slowly, when he had already swilled two
glasses as if they were shots of Tequila. Then he suddenly stood up, signed
the bill to the room, slid a 50$ tip into Chadi's pocket, then he turned to
me ordering: "Follow me..."

His 6'2 body was slim and athletic, and shaped like pro
swimmers... Compared to him, I looked so commonly ordinary that I kept
wondering how I could satisfy a guy such as this, who can have any famous
top-model at his feet, with a simple snap of his fingers... We walked
through the lobby, took the elevators, and walked through the corridors
till we reached his Suite. In less than a minute, he undressed, laid a big
towel along the bed, and then let himself drop on his front, hands under
the pillow. "It's to you now!" he said.

Much more than I had imagined it behind his shirt, his nude body was so
perfectly shaped and so terribly hot, that my hands trembled before the
tips of my fingers reached his skin. I started massaging his neck, his
arms, and shoulders... He enjoyed the first minutes, but soon started to
get bored. I moved further down along his back; there, he twitched with
pleasure. I kept working his back, concentrated, and I don't remember when
or how it happened that I had kicked off my shoes and was kneeling over the
bed, one knee on each side of his body, almost sitting on his thighs. As I
massaged his back, I could feel him slowly melting under my hands... I
lowered down again and started working his muscled butts: There he started
to get turned on. I rubbed his ass as firmly as I could, alternating
between a firm handful grabbing, fingertips brushing, and light
scratching. His ass protruded, as if freeing a space to his starting
erection; also his breathing went deeper and faster, and he started moaning
with pleasure: "Mmmhhh yeahhh!!"

To feel the impact of my work over such a gorgeous guy was almost
unbearably exciting. I started to get hard as well, and the more I was, the
more I worked harder, the more he enjoyed, the more he went excited. My
lips were burning with an irresistible desire to kiss his ass, but I
struggled to keep controling myself and stayed within the limits of what I
was asked to do. If I managed to discipline myself in action, my free
fantasies didn't follow: Till I finished with his ass, I kept figuring him
out giving me the hard lesson I ever deserved, that is fucking the hell me
me to the bones, or even raping me as hard and deep as he ever could. My
teeth were clenched, and my head dropped to the back... such thoughts had
an obvious impact on the sensations I was bringing him, and all his body
was almost bouncing with pleasures...

After this, I turned around myself, and knelt back again surrounding both
sides of his hips, this time facing his feet. I massaged his legs, starting
with his thighs, down to his calves. There, I spent the time I needed to
calm down my fire. Then I moved down to his feet. I started to rubb the
sole side of his feet sliding my thumbs along them and there, his muscles
twitched again... I realized how strongly sensitive and erogenous his feet
were... After a minute of my soft working, he was turned on again, even
much more than before:

"Uhhhmmmhhh yeaaahhh... Stay there," he whispered in his breathing...

I grabbed his ankle, lifted up his leg towards me, held his foot close to
my chest, and then resumed massaging the sole side of it... His feet were
beautifully long toed, and perfectly shaped. They exhaled a perfect mix
between a powerful energy and gracefulness. Spreading sensations to his
feet was for me unexpectedly exciting. I started to lubricate the spaces
between his toes, sliding a finger between them, one space after the other,
softly in, gently out, and I could feel the impact of my sensual touches
all over him.

" Yeeeaaahhh!" he kept moaning between his clenched teeth.

I could feel how hard he went, so brought my lips closer, and placed an
irresistible little kiss in the middle of his pinkish heel. I then moved my
lips slowly over the skin and restarted again... and again... and
again... spreading tens of soft unpredictible little kisses all over the
sole side of his lifted up foot, from the heel, to the center of his arch,
up to the tip of his toes. I kissed the fleshy part of his toes, one after
the other, then moved back to where I had started... Meanwhile, his body
went in fire, and almost bouncing with such sensations. "Uhhhh!!! Wait; get
up from me!" he said.

I had barely moved, when he turned his body, and sat half lain down on the
bed, hands crossed behind his head, then he stretched his legs straight
towards me. He lifted up his foot pointing it at me with no scrupule, and
ordered: "Go ahead! Keep on doing what you did! Comon!"

Despite the arrogance of his order, or perhaps because of it, I went even
harder than I already was. I knelt down at his feet, held the one he
stretched to me, and with my eyes half closed, I resumed pleasing it with
my kisses. I spread hundreds of soft little kisses on its profile, all
along the fleshy muscle that goes from the ankle bone, straight to the
small toe... Then I moved to the toes, and kissed their tip one after the
other. When I glanced up at him, he had closed his eyes, his lips were
barely opened, and with one hand he was rubbing his fully erected
cock. "Mmmmhhhh... again... yeahhh again... yeahhh... stay
there... uuuhhhh... fff... uuuhhh... fff...!".

His feet were so sensual and he responded so highly to every touch, that I
suddenly felt like an irresistible temptation to lick them, which I
dared. With the tip of my tongue, I started brushing his soles from his
heels all the way up to the bottom side of his toes... At this, his leg
muscles stretched so tightly that I suddenly felt like I was handling a
rock. His pleasure was such that his breathing and his moanings went all
mixed together... When my tongue started sliding between his toes, the
sensation it brought to him was so irresistible that he finally burst out
his load: Four or five huge jets of sperm landed all over his belly, up to
his torso... "Uuuhhhh!!!" he shouted. "You're a magician!!!".

I stood up, made a few steps, and let myself drop in the armchair that was
in the corner of the room. I stared at him walking to the shower, and every
cell of me was burning with desire. When I rested enough I left the room,
at the sound of the showering water that I could hear coming from behind
the door of his bathroom.

I had barely reached my car, when my cell phone vibrated:

"I want you tomorrow, 6:00 pm sharp!"

"But ... uh... well, yes Sir... as you wish..." was all I could say to the
same arrogant one whom I wanted to teach a lesson, a few hours earlier. Now
I was calling him Sir.

...


Day 2

At six pm sharp I entered the hotel bar, but did not found Alexander. There
even was a new waiter, and therefore nobody I could ask. But just when I
started wondering what I was to do, my cell phone vibrated:

"Did you arrive?"

"Yes Sir, I'm here..."

"Well then wait for us, we're still at the beach, but leaving right
now. We'll be in the hotel in about 15 minutes."

I had noticed that he spoke on the "we" mode, and went afraid that he might
bring a bunch of friends with him, but I dared not ask about who the "we"
standed for. "No problem Sir," was all I could say.

...



To be continued



Disclaimer: Names featuring in this story are fictional and invented. If
they happen to belong to existing people and / or places, it's only by
coincidence.

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