Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 17:01:40 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Sixteen of Massage Me

'Massage Me'

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Sixteen.

Straight to the 'Business'.


	I did not hear from Anton until I received a text on my mobile the
day before the next lecture. 'See you at the Hall. Have arranged our next 2
dummies. Anton'. They were already inside the Hall when I arrived. Charles
was mid twenties and a bit 'cute', and Anton introduced him as his 'model'
for the night. Charles sat with his hands in his lap, his knees to one side
and gave me a couple of blinks with his long eye-lashes and a small, tight
smile. Then Anton pointed to a guy standing by the coffee machine and said,
"That one's yours, Alex."

	Douglas, 'call me Doug', gave me a warm smile and a firm handshake
when I introduced myself. "Anton said you were a 'mature' student. So am
I. Doing my 'Further Education' bit. Want to change jobs, y'know." I
nodded, "Same with me really. Want something I can do when I retire. Bit of
fun. That type of thing," I replied. Lulu came out of the Lecture Room and
ushered us in. Following her usual 'meet and greet' we had 40 mins of
lecture and a short test, which Douglas sat in on, apparently
enthralled. Then it was off to the changing rooms either to put on our
'work clothes' or strip off, as necessary.

	Doug was just on 6 feet tall, (2+ metres), and some months under 40
yrs. His body was athletically trim and muscular, obviously he was a
regular visitor to the Gym, which he confirmed later. His upper body was
hairless, but his legs had a darker colour of hair to them. As I changed
into a white 'T-shirt, jockstrap, navy shorts and trainers he stripped
naked as he chatted to me and then slipped on a brief pair of Andrew
Christian swim trunks, the 'white cross on a red background logo' at one
hip. Together we went back to the Hall where my table was set up.

	Laying on his front I started as usual with the legs, working up
slowly but methodically with Lulu looking in a couple of times to ask me
and my 'model' if we were comfortable etc. When I reached his back and
started on his spine I commented quietly, "You skin is very soft to the
touch and you have no hair." "I did it especially for tonight," he
said. "Yesterday I had a back, crack and sack, waxing, plus my chest." I
was impressed. "Doesn't it hurt, having it done?" I asked. "Only when he
pulled the paper off," he said with a laugh, "The attention he gave
afterwards me was wonderful though. Made up for any pains I may have
suffered." My Gaydar rang like an alarm bell.

	"Where did you have this done?" I asked interestedly. "Oh, at the
Gym. They have a full-time masseur there, who does waxing as well. Lots of
the guys have him wax them. You ought to find out about it. Add it to your
own list of accomplishments." I continued in silence. "I found it a very
refreshing experience. First time for me, but I will have it again, that's
for sure!" he volunteered. "First time for a wax?" I asked, and I could see
his neck was blushing, so probably his face was bright red. "Yes, it's not
the kind of thing I have tried before."

	Lulu called a halt to our chat as she had a technique she wanted us
to observe and by the time I returned to my table, Doug was laying on his
back. I could see his generous cock was just keeping inside his trunks, so
I covered across his hips with a folded towel from my tote bag. Our eyes
met and I smiled at him. "Wouldn't want the girls to think we were getting
up to anything, would we?" I said, trying to put him at ease. "No. I'm not
used to a man's touch," he said, and again I could see the blush returning
to his face. "It's OK," I confided quietly so that only he could
hear. "This isn't the first time a client has got a hard-on. I'll keep the
towel on you, so the others can't see." He did not answer but he gave me a
wan smile, closed his eyes, and let me get on.

	We had a break for coffee a few minutes later and Doug wore the
towel. "Still have problems?" I asked him. He nodded slightly. "It just
won't go down," he hissed quietly. "Go have a wank," I suggested, "in the
toilet, before we start again." "It'll take too long," he said. "Not if I
do it," I joked. That he did not laugh made me look up at him, in the
eyes. His eyebrows lifted and a small smile crossed his face. "I came
almost immediately," he said. "What?" I asked. "At the gym," he
said. "After the waxing, I had a hard-on and he wanked me off."

	We put our disposable coffee cups in the bin and without any fuss
disappeared into the Gents' Toilet. There was only Anton and his 'dummy'
who would be using it as well, and we went into the larger Disabled
cubicle. Doug removed the towel and his cock head stared at me eye-to-eye,
poking up out of the waistband of his trunks. He raised his arms out of my
way as I pulled his trunks down, letting his hard cock free.

	I sat on the toilet seat and pulled him to me. Putting my hand
round near the base of his cock I started to pump the skin up and down,
watching the foreskin as it pulled back over the purple glans rim and
stayed there. He put his hands, clasped together, behind his head, pushing
his cock closer to my face. I looked up and saw he had closed his eyes. I
looked down and saw his cockhead slit was weeping clear fluid. I licked it
off. He jumped at the touch of my tongue, making a slight noise in the back
of his throat, but did not move himself away. I continued pumping his cock
shaft, holding the tube firmly, angling it down slightly, away form his
body. He shuffled his feet to move them apart a foot or so. I took hold of
his balls in their sack. He was now breathing through his slightly open
mouth. I continued pumping his cock shaft.

	I licked more of his clear pre-cum from his piss slit. His breath
sound changed to "Ooooh." I closed my mouth over his helmet. His breath
changed to "Aaaaagh," and he breathed from his open mouth, his jaw now
slackly open. He started humping my mouth by moving his hips, his cock
sliding in and out between my lips as I pumped his shaft with my fist. I
moved my hand from his balls to his perineum, feeling the uneven ridge
behind his balls as my finger tips moved on to his rectum and the crinkled,
fleshy hole at its' entrance. His hips thrust his stiff pole more
forcefully into my mouth.

	As I sucked and slid my mouth along and back his hard moving cock,
I pushed my index finger into his hole. Almost straight away, in reaction
to my invading finger, I tasted the salty, thin, almost bitter, first
squirt of his pre-cum. I continued to suck and pump his cock. My finger
began to work his hole at the same pace as my pumping fist. I felt his
helmet swell in size, his balls now tight up to the root of his cock, his
balls sack wrinkled like a walnut. He hissed "I'm cumming!"

	I felt the force of the next squirt of cum in my mouth. It had more
substance and was a smoother taste. It was followed by another, then
another, and I tried to push my finger in unison into his ass as he
squirted his cum into my mouth, my finger going all the way in to touch the
little pleasure button inside. "Fuck" he gasped, pushing his cock deep into
my mouth, now holding my head in his hands to pull me ever deeper onto him.

	My lips was at the base of his cock, his helmet now at the back of
my mouth, his cum filling my throat as I managed to swallow his deposits
and keep my airway open. Every time my finger hit his prostate he shot
another load into my throat, until he was dry, but still spasming to my
touch. "Oh! Enough! Fucking stop!" he hissed holding my head still, but
still impaling himself into me.

	I carefully pulled my finger out of his bum, and slid my lips back
up his cock, to suck and lick the final smears of cum off his helmet. "Fuck
that was fantastic! I've never had a climax like it! Fuckin' hell Alex! I
never knew I could cum like that!" He let go my head and I leaned back on
the seat. "It needn't be the last time either, if you want," I said.

	He looked down at me and gave a laugh. "Do you really mean that?"
he asked. "Later," I said, "We have a class to return to." I let Doug pull
his trunks back up and wrap the towel back in place over his wilted cock,
and we slipped back into the Hall.

	"Wherever you been, I missed you?" asked Anton as I passed by.
"Attending to Business," I answered and licked and smacked my lips. Anton's
guffaw needed no explanation as he returned to his 'dummy' and me to
mine. Doug and I met up several times after that, normally at my place, and
normally for a 'deep' massage with a 'happy ending'.





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