Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2011 17:57:12 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Fourteen Massage Me.

'Massage Me'

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Fourteen.

This story is intended for personal entertainment and does not describe
real events -- honestly!  (Ho! Ho! Ho!)


Can You Keep A Secret?


	There are no secrets in a Hotel, and the one I was staying in, in
Singapore, was no exception. That evening, after Simon and I had returned
from our adventure in 'Little India' I noticed that the smiles and nods
that some of the staff gave me were measurably more friendly. Even the
Dinner service at my Restaurant table was more diligent and almost
personal.

	My time in Singapore was running to an end in a couple of days, and
I could not afford another day sight-seeing, due to business commitments. I
met up with Simon at his post in the lift on my floor, and we kissed when
the doors closed and descended, his hand cupping and rubbing my shorts'
crotch, so that when we reached the ground floor I was sporting a
hard-on. I only had one night left, and he had time off. I suggested that
we meet in my room, and he asked if he could bring his best friend
Khalid. How could I disappoint him? And I looked forward to having the
company of both of them. I told him to mark on a Menu what both would like
to eat and slip it under my door, and I would have a meal for the three of
us sent up to my room on the pretext that I was entertaining clients that
night.

	My friends at work commented as to how relaxed I appeared that day,
but inside I was fired with an excitement that was all consuming, waiting
for the minutes to pass before I returned back to the Hotel. Simon was not
on duty in the lift, when I returned back at the Hotel at 5 pm, but there
was a Menu, clearly marked, slipped inside my door, with a handwritten note
that his 'guests' would arrive at 8 pm. I added my own choices to the Menu
and took it down to Reception, telling them I was having Guests, and that I
would require Dinner as per the Menu in my room for 7.45pm and no later.

	As I was having a shower at about 6 o'clock, I heard the door open
and some general chatter, and, walking out of the bathroom wearing a
towelling robe, I found two Stewards had brought in a table and chairs, and
were preparing the Sitting-room for Dinner. I left them to it and ordered
down for a large whiskey, a bucket of ice, a selection of soft drinks and
some extra glasses. Then, when the whisky arrived, quite promptly, I sat
and watched the work as they chatted between themselves. The table finished
they left me, one Steward saying as he left, "I hope you enjoy your meal
and your evening, Mr. Alex, Sah!" I smiled at him and said 'Thanks', to
which he smiled and added, "A friend has told me it should be very
memorable," and he disappeared, closing the door behind him quietly, before
I could reply.

	I had just finished tieing my bow tie, I had decided to wear my
white Tuxedo, when there was a knock at the door. On opening it I was
surprised to find it was the Assistant Manager, who asked if he could come
in. He looked round at the preparations, and smiled when he saw I had set
up a soft drinks bar. "They don't drink alcohol," he said and then realised
what he had said. "That is if your Guests are from this locale, Sir." he
realised he was just digging a deeper hole. "Don't worry," I said, "I am
sure 'My Guests' will come to no harm tonight, and they won't have to do
anything they don't want to. I am only wanting to say 'thank you' to Simon
for showing me around the City, and he is bringing his friend as well. I am
pleased that so many are interested in their well-being, and that tonight
will be a memory they will treasure." The Assistant Manager relaxed
visibly, now that this charade was out in the open. "You are right, Sir,
the one you call Simon is well loved by many in the Hotel, as is his friend
Khalid, and they would not like to see anything bad happen to him, or his
friend," he said seriously. "Trust me," I replied, "And thank you for your
Honesty." "The boys are so excited in the Staff House. They too have
dressed specially for you. There are others who have given money for their
new clothes." "Obviously it is no secret as to what is happening. Why don't
you let them come up here early, and the Dinner can arrive later, after
they have opened their presents," I said, and the Assistant Manager exited
thanking me. Less than ten minutes later there was another knock at the
door, and I was able to let Simon and Khalid into my Rooms.

	They were impressed that I had dressed in my Tuxedo for them, and I
was truly impressed by their clothes. Each was wearing open necked shirts
of pastel shades, Simon in lemon and Khalid in green. They were also
wearing hand-printed longhi's and explained that they were what was worn
for coming-of-age ceremonies. "It should happen on your fifteenth Birthday,
but I could not afford to travel back to my home to have one," said
Simon. "I am eighteen," said Khalid, "and I also have not had the funds to
celebrate this, but our friends here in the Hotel have bought them for us,
for tonight, and we celebrate with you." This was the longest sentence he
had strung together since he had shyly shaken my hand and said quietly,
"Hallo Mr. Alex, Sir."

	"Well seeing as it is a special Birthday we are celebrating, it is
fortunate that I have some Birthday presents, for both of you." I told
them, indicating the two piles of packages sitting in two of the
chairs. "Simon, yours are on the left." I sat and watched as they carefully
opened the presents, Simon opening one as Khalid watched, and then Khalid
opening one of his as Simon watched. I must admit that I had not chosen
them myself, but had employed one of the Office Staff to buy for them,
giving details of Simon and his age as a guide, and a rough idea as to what
I wished to give. I was impressed as to the end result. Both Simon and
Khalid had tear streaked faces as they opened the final boxes, each
surrounded by personal CD players, telephones, cameras, and top-up and gift
vouchers. "Promise me you will keep these and not sell them tomorrow," I
said in a mock-stern voice, but they promised earnestly that they would
treasure them, taking my warning as serious.

	A tap at the door announced that the food was arriving. Four
Stewards and the Assistant Manager busied themselves with trolleys and
laying out foods. To my surprise, when I expected them to leave, they
stayed and helped myself and the boys to sit, then served our meals,
calling each of us 'Sir', although the smiles on the faces of both the boys
and the Stewards showed exactly what they meant. The Assistant Manager
looked at the unwrapped presents in the chairs and smiled and nodded at me
warmly, and when it came to the dessert course, we were surprised when a
Steward entered pushing a trolley adorned with a cake decorated with
sparklers. "Ephraim in the Bakery made it specially for the both of you,"
whispered the Manager as Simon's jaw dropped.

	Finally the meal was over and the Stewards withdrew, leaving just
the Asst. Manager to ask me, but really I think he was really asking the
boys, "Will there be anything else?" He then shook the boys hands and then
my own. "It's a very special day that has been long in the coming for both
of them." he said. "Thank you Mr. Alex. They have tomorrow off." then he
left us to relax.

	"So why is Khalid your best friend?" I asked Simon. "Because we
have lived together for six years," answered Simon, then laughed as he saw
my disbelief in my face. "We come from the same village, and when my
parents died, we were sent together to work here in the Hotel. Khalid is an
orphan too." He looked at Khalid, who was looking at the floor, with a very
serious expression. "So you have been working here in the Hotel since you
were sent from your village. Have you ever gone back home?" I asked. "Back
to see who?" said Khalid simply, his sad eyes meeting mine. "What home?"
echoed Simon, "We were sold as child labour by the Chief of the Village."
"No parents, no money to live on," elaborated Khalid. "And it's perfectly
legal and binding," said Simon, "So we have lived here, and made good
friends. This is our home." "And you obviously have many good friends
here," I said to them, gesturing to the Dinner table.

	"And you have been good to Simon," said Khalid. "I have done
nothing, and it was Simon that was good to me," I said, and then took
Simon's hand and looked into his eyes and added, "And good for me." Simon
leaned over and kissed my cheek. Khalid smiled. "He told me what happened
in 'Little India'. Up until now, since we left the village, I have
protected him and he has been my lover," said Khalid. "And so it should
continue," I said, "I have not wanted to split you two apart." "And so it
shall," agreed Khalid, "But I understand why Simon loves you as well. I
have only known you a few hours and I love you to. You are generous of
heart, and gentle of spirit." He sat on the other side of me and kissed my
other cheek, then they each held one of my hands and, leaning across my
chest, kissed each other on the lips. Then, still holding my hands, with
their other hands they each pulled on my bow tie, and it fell apart. "We
have decided," started Simon. "After talking with each other," continued
Khalid. "To have sex with you," finished Simon. "It is decided," emphasised
Khalid, and I felt Simon stroke along my cock in my lap. Who was I to argue
if they had decided already?

	I lay on the carpet and let them strip my clothes off. Before
starting on me they had removed their own clothes, folding them and placing
them carefully of the chairs with their presents. Looking up at them I saw
that Simon's cock was already thickening as he became excited at what was
potentially ahead. If I had judged his performance in the massage parlour,
he was definitely a 'bottom', taking cock rather than giving it. That said,
I then judged that Khalid probably enjoyed being a 'top' and fucking rather
than being fucked.

	They knelt either side of me and unbuttoned my dress shirt. I sat
up and it was removed before I lay back again, this time with my hands
between their legs, my fingers stroking their balls and holes. I knew that
Simon had six inches of cock, (15 cms), when hard but I wanted to see
Khalid's offering, he being that much older, but not that it may make a
physical difference. They were now taking my dress trousers off, sliding
them down my legs. I had decided earlier to wear my Gregg Homme Boy Toy
jock in black, as I think it looks sexy and is very comfortable, the pouch
being shaped and fits my balls and cock perfectly. Khalid looked at it and
he reached out to feel the silky fabric, and what it contained. He cupped
my balls and weighed them, before nodding to Simon in agreement about some
previous conversation.

	Simon was the feisty 16 year old that I had met a couple of days
ago. His cock was hard and he was sitting back onto my fingers, so that
they pushed up into his sphincter. Khalid was on his knees and he leaned
over my lap and lowered his head onto my jock-covered cock, taking the lump
in his mouth, wetting the fabric as he licked and sucked it as it grew
under his touch. My head was leaning against one of the upholstered chairs
and as he sucked me, I was able to take my hand round his buttocks and feel
how firm they were. He continued his nibbling as I stroked the back of his
balls and perineum ridge, then finally stroking across his hole. He looked
up at me and smiled. I smiled back and pushed a finger into his bum. He
continued to smile. He returned to licking and nibbling my cock. Simon
decided to kiss me on the mouth, his tongue inviting me between his teeth,
his stiff cock now between my arm and my body. The little bugger was trying
to fuck my armpit as he kissed me!

	I started to laugh and so did he, realising he had been caught
out. "Would you like me to give you an oil massage?" he asked, "I am told I
am very skilled at it, and Khalid can help as well!" I agreed and they
helped me to my feet, my cock hard and straining to free itself from the
jockstrap. Khalid reached forward, my cock at his eye height as he knelt,
and pulled the jock down my legs so I could step out of it. "Mr. Alex, you
have a beautiful cock," is all he said as he looked close up at my shaved
pubic skin, my hard proud shaft, my cock ring, my low hanging balls and my
circumcised helmet with a bead of clear fluid in the piss slit. His cock
had now almost hardened as well and I guessed it must be over 8 inches long
(20 cms) and 5 inches (13 cms) round. I looked down at him and gave him a
really toothy smile as I said, "And I am looking forward to tasting yours
as well." I watched as his cock jerked, more blood pumping it ever harder
in his lap with anticipation, his foreskin now peeling back to show the tip
of his wet helmet. I love to see a cock grow in front of me, and he had
absolutely no hair round his pubes either.

	We went into the bedroom, that is to say that I followed them
looking at their bums and they jumped up onto the bed and patted it,
motioning for me to climb on between them. Instead I went over to my
wardrobe and brought out a medium sized travel case. It was normally locked
but I had removed the small padlocks earlier. I put it on the bed between
them. It was Simon who took the lead and opened the lid, then started to
laugh and show the contents to Khalid.  It contained various coloured hard
plastic and jelly butt-plugs, vibrators and anal toys. Khalid took out a
black butt-plug and looked at it, before coating it with lube from the
bottle in the case. Simon got onto all-fours, and waggled his bum at his
friend, and me. Khalid held the plug in one hand, leaned in and gave
Simon's anus a good long lick. In doing so, he had got up onto all-fours
himself. I moved in and pulled his bum cheeks apart, getting my first real
view of his hole. It was darker brown that the surrounding flesh and he had
no hair, maybe shaved as well.

	Having got his scent I gave his crinkly hole a wash with my
tongue. He in turn was doing the same to Simon. I knelt on the bed and,
steadying myself by holding his hips, plunged my stiff tongue into Khalid's
hole, getting myself in as deep as I could. "Oh! Mr. Alex! That feels
sooooo goood!" he purred. "Just call me Alex," I said, substituting a
finger for my tongue. Khalid pushed the butt plug into Simon's hole far too
easily. This was not the first time Simon's butt had been plugged. I worked
my finger in and out of Khalid. He reached into the suitcase, came out with
the lube bottle and passed it back to me. I poured some on my fingers and
put two back into the winking hole, right up to my hand, finding and
feeling his little nut of a prostate. His cock began to dribble clear
fluid.

	Simon made sure the plug was in himself firmly and then looked in
the case to select one for me. He chose a realistic feeling but bright red
jelly cock, which was 5 inches long and finished with a waist and a 't'
bar. He held it for me to look and I nodded. Clambering off the bed he came
round behind me and prised my cheeks apart, giving my hole a lick or two
before I handed him the lube bottle. Properly prepared he then twisted and
turned the jelly cock until it slid into me up to the 't' bar, where my
sphincter muscle clamped round the waist, stopping it from sliding out. Two
plugs down and one to go.

	Khalid was looking in the case and his hand came out with a string
of large green anal balls. He handed them back to me, and gave his bum a
wag to ask me to insert them for him. I carefully anointed the first big
ball with lube and put it to Khalid's hole and pushed. It slipped in quite
easily, leaving the other five hanging on the string out of his bum. I
poured lube down the string and insert the second, the third, the fourth,
the fifth, leaving just one to go before there was just a length of string
with a loop in it, so they could be pulled out. Khalid reached round and
pushed the sixth into his hole himself, looking round at me with a 'if you
want a job done properly, do it yourself' look. I gave him one of my
disarming smiles. Now that our bums were filled, Simon wanted us to go into
the other room and have a break and a drink. We went.

	Sitting on the dinning chair with a plug pushing up into my bum
felt odd, but OK. We sipped our soft drinks with ice. Simon moved his chair
over to be closer to me, his cock still stiff, the tip still wet. Khalid
came over and showed us his ass. As we watched, he popped a green ball out
of his hole, reached round and put it back in. Simon was creased with
laughter at this 'little jape'. He got down on the carpet and lay so that
the upholstered chair supported his spine, his legs curled over his head,
his shoulders and neck hard on the floor. With his legs apart, he pulled
his plug out and then replaced it. When I saw it again, I realised it was
the biggest of my plugs. No wonder he needs horse-cock to satisfy him, I
thought, remembering the size of cock on the Masseur from a couple of days
ago.

	I stood up and towered over him as he lay curled up under me, his
head behind my feet. I reached down and pulled the plug out of his hole,
and, leaning over him with my hands pushing down on my cock to point it in
the right direction, I inserted my hard cock down into his hole, sliding it
easily up to its' root, by bending my knees outwards. For his part, he
reached up and pushed two of his fingers hard into my bum-hole. It hurt. I
liked it.

	"That hurts," I told him, looking round and down to see his
face. He was grinning as usual. "No pain, no gain," he said, pushing his
fingers even deeper. I smiled and pulled up out of him, away from his demon
fingers. I went back into the bedroom and returned almost immediately with
the longest, thickest dildo in the case. Simon had not moved. His bum was
still in the air, his legs over his body and head, his hole wide open to my
assault. I pulled a dining chair over and sat down. Simon and Khalid
watched as I squeezed the bottle and dripped lube along it's 12 inch (30
cms) length.

	I turned to Khalid to see that he was standing near the table,
wanking his cock. I looked down at Simon. He seemed to be waiting for me. I
put the large head of the cock-shaped dildo on Simon's hole. Simon's hands
went to his bum cheeks and held them apart, but there was no need. Pushing
down on the upright dildo it plopped past his ring of muscle and sank into
his guts, making a farty sound caused by the compressed air escaping. Then
as I pulled it back up and almost out, Simon's ass gave a sucking sound.

	I dripped some more lube onto the dildo and it ran down to pool in
the hollow of Simon's anus. As I pushed the dildo back in, bubbles appeared
round the dildo where flesh met plastic. I had got more than half of it in
when I stopped. I dribbled more lube down what was left showing of the
dildo, and again it pooled where plastic met flesh. As I pulled it back
out, the pooled emptied, sucked into Simon's lower intestines. When I
pushed it back in again, the pool of lube refilled. I watched the pool
empty and refill as I moved the dildo in and out. Khalid continued wanking,
feeling round at his bum, making sure his green balls did not escape. My
cock continually dripped onto the carpet, the clear fluid soaking into the
pile, leaving a dark, wet mark.

	"I want to fuck someone," said Khalid. This was the first time I
had heard him use the word 'fuck'. "Or someone can fuck me, I don't mind,"
he said. I pulled the dildo out of Simon and he rolled onto his side. I
could see his ass hole was red and puffy. He was facing Khalid and he told
the older boy that he could fuck his hole. In fact, he decided, he wanted
Khalid to fuck his hole. He stood up and went over to the table, and lay
the top half of his body over it, his arse inviting Khalid to fill it.

	Khalid put his hands on Simon's rump and pushed his cock inside
without any hesitation. Simon's fuck-tube was already lubricated and he was
able to go in all the way, his shaven pubic bone kissing the base of
Simon's spine. From where I sat I was able to observe Khalid's cock as he
fucked his friend, Simon's stiff cock and balls moving and jerking under
him as Khalid's cock pushed at its' base from the inside. Khalid's head
went back on his neck and shoulders as he revelled in the sensations coming
from his helmet and shaft, pumping himself in and out with careless
abandon. I leaned back on my chair and leisurely wanked my cock as I
watched the two, my ass still feeling full of butt-plug.

	I saw the chord of the green bum-balls hanging down between
Khalid's legs, leaned over and gave it a pull. One of the balls popped out
and Khalid gave a 'whoop' of joy, without slowing his pace of fucking. I
pulled again and another ball popped out, the two now waving and jiggling
about as he fucked Simon's ass. Khalid looked round at me, his tongue
hanging out of the side of his mouth. "More Alex! More!" he rasped as he
pumped himself in as deep as he could.

	I pulled again, and another green ball appeared. I kept some
tension on the string and the balls danced in suspension between my hand
and his anus. I pulled again and the dancing line of balls became four. I
pulled again and this time both the remaining balls fell out, the string of
balls now hanging down from my fingers. Khalid pulled out of Simon's
butt. "I very nearly lost it then," he laughed to me. "You very nearly got
more than the balls." Simon turned his face my way. He was laughing
too. Then all three of us were laughing at Khalid's near disaster.

	I stood up and pulled the length of plug out of my butt. "It's
about time I had some of the action," I said. Khalid turned to me and held
his cock and balls in one hand, waving them at me. I turned so my bum faced
him and held onto the chair back, leaning over the seat, for support,
bending slightly at my waist to give him easy access. I felt his hot
bulbous helmet kiss my ring, and then slip in. I pushed back at him a
little and he slid half his shaft in. Simon was now by my side and ducked
under my arm, to sit on the chair facing me. His mouth closed round my
cock. As Khalid slid all the way in to my ass, Simon's mouth deep throated
my cock. If my body had not been in between they would have met.

	I let go the chair back and stood upright, my hands on my hips, as
the two boys fucked and sucked me at the same time, Khalid's hands on my
waist, Simon's on my hips, each pulling themselves on or in at the same
time. With my head back and my eyes shut, I savoured the feelings of being
reamed by a generous cock and being sucked by a generous mouth, aware of my
surroundings and company, but just slightly distant from it, retreated into
the sensual world in my own head.

	I could feel myself cumming, or at least the build up had started
in my balls. Returning to Planet Earth I held Simon's head and stopped him
swallowing me whole. "I'm going to cum if you don't watch it," I warned
him. I looked around me. "Let's try something else," I suggested, and
pulled myself off Khalid's ramming cock.

	I positioned the boys so they were kneeling on the carpet, facing
the sofa in such a way that they could lean forwards onto the seats. I sat
on the dining chair behind and the two pulled their arse cheeks apart. I
was able to enter Khalid with the dildo, and, having lubed my hand, Simon
allowed me to try to work my hand into his well stretched sphincter. Not
surprisingly, given the punishment his ring had taken thus far, my hand
slipped in with apparently no discomfort, although I was not sure if I had
hurt him as he seemed to like a bit of pain with his sex.

	I now began to push and pull the dildo in and out of Khalid, while
at the same time pistonning my hand and wrist in and out of Simon. After
the first few strokes the dildo was going in deeper, and I was able to
slide my arm into Simon up to almost halfway between my wrist and my
elbow. By this time the effort to push was such that I was on my knees
between the boys, and they were bracing themselves against the frame of the
sofa with straight arms.  Khalid put an arm over Simon's shoulders and
pulled him closer, and they kissed as I worked their bums, their tongues
snaking in each other's mouth.

	When they broke apart, I felt that they had both had enough as I
noticed that the room lights were reflecting on the sheen of sweat on their
backs. I gently extracted my fist from Simon and the plastic dick from
Khalid, massaging and rubbing gently on both holes to help them
close. Khalid turned over and flopped back in the sofa. I turned Simon
round and kissed him, my rampant cock pushing into his stomach as we knelt
locked together there.

	Then I helped him to sit back up on the sofa, put my head between
his legs, took hold of his cock and started sucking him. He fell back, his
head in his hands, his cock sticking straight up into my mouth. Wanking the
base of his cock with one hand and my mouth, my other hand went up to his
left nipple, and my fingers gently squeezed it, feeling it aroused and hard
to my touch. I squeezed it a bit harder. "Yeahhh!" breathed Simon quietly.

	Khalid was lying back as well, wanking his cock, and he rolled onto
his side and covered Simon's mouth as they kissed. I pulled Simon's ample
foreskin off his purple head and then allowed it to roll back over my
tongue, the tip of which was stuck in Simon's piss slit. I sensed the
tell-tale signs of Simon's approaching orgasm and worked harder to bring it
about. In less than thirty seconds I was rewarded with the first small
spurt of thin cum, followed by six or seven massive gouts of full-strength
spunk, flooding my mouth, coating my tongue and overwhelming my taste buds.

	I resisted swallowing and, with my mouth open, moved over to
Khalid. He saw what I intended and opened his mouth. I let the fresh
ejaculate from his lover drip into his mouth before we kissed, his tongue
squirming around my mouth, as if to find fresh lumps of his boyfriend's
donation. Then I moved down to his cock, rapidly pulling on it, his
foreskin retreating from the glans to allow my lips to friction over the
rim, as I nodded him to his climax.

	I felt him take a sudden deep breath and he burst in my mouth, his
new fluids mixing with that of the previous ejaculation. I was having my
own cum festival, this time swallowing the white cream in little amounts,
to make it last. Simon pushed my shoulders and I fell over onto my back. He
grasped my cock and stuck it in his mouth, washing and wetting it, before
he hunkered down over it, and sank his bum onto it. As he had done
previously, he brought on my orgasm by clenching his rim muscles, and,
after all we had done that evening, I soon felt my volcano erupt up into
his softness. He continued bouncing up and down on my pole, but slowly,
milking it for every drop, ensuring my balls emptied to the last muscular
spasm.

	So the evening WAS memorable for various reasons, and although we
had cum to a natural halt, it continued later in the early morning when I
woke in my bed, to find Khalid humping Simon again, and later when Simon
sucked me off with his fingers stuck firmly in my bum, tickling for my
prostate. The two Stewards who brought us all breakfast in bed, the next
morning just smiled smugly at the boys and nodded to me, and I noted that
although the boys were covered with a sheet, their everlasting hard-ons
were causing two obvious 'hummocks' for me to lie between, with my
'hummock' showing in evidence as well.

	I left the Hotel that afternoon with a very heavy heart, and had to
fly back to England. However I have received some warm welcomes back when I
have re-visited -- but that is another story, to be told maybe another
day!


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You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com and all e-mails are answered.


There will now be a short intermission of a few days before the next
Chapter is published.


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