Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 22:07:54 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter 8, Never Enough of the series 'Massage Me'

Massage Me

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Eight. (Part 3.)

Never Enough.



	They say you can never get enough of a good thing. They also say
that if you have ice cream every day, what will you have special on
Sundays? (I was brought up where Ice Cream was the special item on Sundays,
or a candy stick, or a doughnut -- forget it!).

	The next day following my discovery of 'The Gentleman's Club' I
felt as though I had been run over by a truck, but I still went through the
routine of 'being there and being nice' to my paying client, which was
basically my job, and which I was very good at. These were highly capable
people, but needed to believe it -- that was where I came in. By the time
four or five days had passed, where I had been totally immersed in doing
what I did best for other people (and earning my money), working all hours
of God's creation for him/her, fitting in with his/her schedule whatever it
may involve as their deadline came and went, I was driven back to my Hotel
room to a deep, hot bath, feeling like a piece of limp lettuce, but very
relieved it had all gone well, again, and that I knew I would be called on
by 'the Powers that Be' to do it all again somewhere else, with someone
else. Enough said. I was knackered.

	A knock at the door and I was left the two large whiskey sodas in
the I had order in my sitting room, on the bureau. No bar in a fridge in
this suite, this Hotel. Someone else was paying. What the Hell? I earned it
for them. Wrapping a towel round myself I slopped in my Hotel slippers
through the empty apartment and sat next to my drinks. It was just past 2
pm in the afternoon, and I could feel the past days work catching up on me.

	I had scattered my clothing on entering the apartment like an eager
lover on a promise. Someone had collected them up, folded what needed to be
folded, hung all the hangables, and put my wallet on the bedside table. All
this and silently, between delivering my drinks and my leaving the
bathroom. Must be working for the generous tip they know I always give. I
smiled at myself for thinking that way -- was I actually turning into an
old grouch?

	I picked up my wallet and a piece of paper fell out. It was a
torn-off corner of something else and it had a slightly illiterate style to
it. "Phone me mobile any time, (a number was given). Love to meet
again. Art." At this point it was probably my near exhaustion that caused
my brain to malfunction. The name 'Art' did not register as anyone who in
the last few days would give me a scrappy message to contact back. I lay on
the bed and dozed, and dreamed.

	"Fuck!" I said as I sat up, five minutes later. "Fucking ART!" The
image of a naturally curly haired youth with a stiff cock was clear in my
mind. "Art, the mouth fucker." I said out loud. Art, the youth who knew who
I was, as a writer in Nifty, which in his eyes meant I was an important
guy. I looked at the paper and then for the phone. As the handset gave the
'number ringing' tone in my ear, I stood naked in the bedroom, and my cock
was getting hard without me touching it.

	"Yeah?" said Art's voice, with a background of cars and street
noise. "What?"

	"I fancy wrapping my laughing gear round yours, and doing something
naughty," I said.

	My telephone crackled and made odd noises and then Art's voice came
on again. "Fuck, it's Alex-Fuckin'-Carbine and he's fuckin' phoning me!"
Art was with someone else and I could not hear what was said but then Art
spoke again. "You fuckin' surprised me mate. Dropped me fuckin' phone,
didn't I?" then he said again to his mates, "It's Alex Carbine from a few
nights ago.... Yes....'im!" I imagined that he was with any or all of the
rest of the boys, Matt, Greg, Hal, Viv and Will. "The lads are here," I
nodded at the phone and absently started to stroke my hard-on, "and all say
'Hi'. Thought you may not 'phone me. Been a few days, you know." said
Art. "Yes, Art. Understand that I have a job, and have to work odd hours,
you know," I said. "Yeah, sorry," said Art's voice on the handset. "Also
I've only just found your note and number," I added. " Can we meet up
somewhere?" I asked.

	He must have had his mobile on speaker-phone, as I heard a ragged
cheer and Matt's voice laughing as he said, "Better grease yer ass, Art. He
wants your body!" After that Art's voice used the full range of his
vocabulary with another, 'Fuck Off you dozy prick! He just likes me' and he
returned to me, "What kinda meet up?" "Well I don't suggest this Hotel, you
and the Gang probably will not get past the Doorman, apology but true,
Art." "Yeah that' probably fuckin' right 'nuff," he answered,
ruefully. "So, name your place and I'll be there. My treat!" I said. I
heard voices as they each made suggestions and were countered by other
suggestions, and then Art came back on the line. "We've all got to be at
the 'Club' for 6 sharp, an' it's nearly three now. It don't leave much time
really. If we meet you at the 'Club' we don't get into no trouble, see? An'
we can chat and work fings owt, Yeah?" "OK, if that's what you want, I'll
be there after 6 tonight." I confirmed. "Fuckin' Ace, Alex. We'll be there
too!" and with that he cut the communication.

	Having consulted an 'A to Z' earlier, the taxi dropped me a couple
of street away and I walked the few minutes to my destination. The
'doorman' watched me sign in and, with a showy look at his wrist-watch' he
commented, "Bit early in the evening, Mr. Mann. Not many here yet, Sir."
"Thanks," I smiled. ""I think I'm expected." "Aha!" he said knowingly,
"You're expected, Sir. Good!" and he returned to his post by the door.

	I went and changed, walked through the client-free hall, mounted
the stairs, along the surrounding landing and into the room where I had
previously met the boys. Peering into the gloom, I was about to turn back
when the lights suddenly came on and the lads cried "Surprise!" As before,
they were draped over the furniture and Matt was at the door and
lights. Art patted a space beside him on the sofa, for me to sit with
him. As I approached, Will pulled my towel wrap from me and revealed my
straining erection that was tenting the front of the towel, to which the
others made remarks like, "I think he loves you. Look at them balls, had
time to recharge, ain't they? Always like a good stiff dick in me. Some are
just a waste of time, but that ain't! You're just a waste of time
sometimes." I sat next to Art and he put got up and sat 'side saddle' on my
lap, my cock well into his bum cleft, poking up between his legs, pushing
his balls in their sack to one side. He looked me in the eyes, took hold on
either side of my face, and kissed me, his tongue snaking into my open
mouth. The other lads watched as my arms went round his shoulders and I
pulled him to me, my cock bubbling clear cum as witness to my current
sexual excitement. When we parted there was an electric tension in the
air. Generally the other boys' cocks were hard now, either in reaction to
our kiss or to their wanking themselves lazily. Matt had closed the door
and turned the key. He dimmed the light down a bit.

	"I really didn't fink you would call," said Art quietly. "You're
the only famous person I have ever met." Until that moment I had never
experienced raw hero worship. In my job I get famous people in their
spheres of work to 'perform' under the tension and stress that their work
generates, to which they thank me afterwards, and pay me. Art had no such
expectations, no such background. Maybe I had forgotten what 'friendship'
was. His genuine emotion was slightly unreal to me.

	"OK," I said, business first. "Let us work out now where and when
we can meet. I have free time up here in London for the next week or
so. And I have a few contacts that will surprise you." "And us them, I
'pect," chipped in Art with a laugh, unconsciously rubbing one of his
fingers over the tip of my wet cock in his lap. Some twenty minutes was
spent over details for the next few days, and I was surprised that none of
the boys took advantage of the situation to suggest a freebie shopping
spree or anything like it.

	It was Greg who made a schedule on paper for each of us to have,
and it was Matt who then suddenly asked me "You ever 'ad a henema?" My
quizzical frown was enough answer. "We all have 'em. Every night we work
here. Just wondered if you wanted to join us. We haven't done ours yet,
'ave we lads?" They all shook their heads 'No'. "Right, then, all of you,
into the bathroom." commanded Matt who I realised now was the 'Gang
Leader'.

	The actual enema fluids were pre-prepared in large sachets and I
watched as the lads filled the bulbs and screwed on the long spouts. There
was a bidet next to the toilet and Hal squatted over it first, inserting
the bulb up into his anus and squeezing the bulb to flush the liquid into
his bowels. He counted to about twenty, then hunched lower on the bidet and
I heard the fluid being expelled. He then cleaned himself and the bowel
with the bidet water-jets. Simple. Art came up to me and asked, "You next?"
I went to take the bulb from him and he just smiled and said, "No I'll do
it."

	I bent over and he carefully inserted the nozzle without scratching
me. On withdrawing it I went over to the bidet and squatted, counting my
twenty seconds, before releasing the pressure caused by the enema fluid,
and washing the contents out my ass. The warm jets of bidet water washed my
bum and flushed the detritus away. Art had a towel in his hand and I let
him pat me dry, feeling the clean soft cotton on my ass hole and his
batting me lightly on my balls. He then took my balls in his towel-covered
hand and gave them a squeeze, and I turned to see him looking into my face,
still giving me a smile. I found his smile infectious, and continued with
my own silly smile back over to the sofa.

	I asked the room generally how they came to be together, and
working here. Unsurprisingly Matt answered, as he performed his
ablutions. "We met at quite an early age, all of us. And we've been minding
each other's backs ever since." he said and the others nodded. Will looked
at each of the others then added, "We met in Borstal." (Borstal is lock-up
detention for young offenders.) "When we all got out, we ran away to
London, and here we are." I looked at Art, "So where do you live?" "Got us
a flat in B*********, no questions asked, and we make a living here, in the
Club." he answered. "We were all banged up for 'repeated sexual offences',"
said Viv glumly. "Where we lived, it was a way of life," said Hal, "Dad had
fucked off, leaving us with nothing but debts, and Mum and I made ends meet
by flogging our asses." I sat there aghast. "Mum can claim social an' all
now that I am gone, and we talk on the phone, and I go to see her once in a
while," he said and smiled slightly at the thought of it. "But this ain't
the time or place for this kinda talk," said Matt. "Art has 'is friend
'ere, and we are going to entertain 'im grandly, ain't we lads?" he said
brightly, and they all similarly brightened up. "Tonight we are all goin'
to 'ave some fun, and bugger old Greystone!" he shouted. "Greystone?" I
asked Art. "He's our shitty employer," he said, humourlessly.

	"What do you want to do, Alex?" asked Art, brightening
up. "Anything, so long as it involves you," I answered. "Told you he is
after your body!" called Matt as he and Will fought to sit in an
arm-chair. I watched as their naked bodies squirmed, their stiff cocks
pointing out from their bodies, smacking against each other's legs as they
fought. Then Will managed to turn Matt to one side and shoved two fingers
into Matt's ass, pushing him away enough to flop back into the chair,
victorious. Matt stumbled to the floor, but picked himself up with a
good-natured laugh and planted each knee up on the flat upholstered arms of
the chair, his legs apart, before holding his stiffened cock and aiming it
at Will's mouth. Will leant forward in the seat and began to suck him, his
two fingers returning up into Matt's ass, to gently ream his orifice.

	Greg and Hal were already on the other sofa 69ing each other. Greg
was on top and he pushed his ass against Hal's fingers as they stroked his
winking hole. Hal stopped sucking Greg's cock, managed to sit up to Greg's
hole, and started licking his friend's freshly washed sphincter, whilst his
mate gobbled his cock hungrily at the other end.

	Viv had come over to stand beside me. His smaller youngish cock was
standing up in full bloom and I took him into my mouth as Art began to suck
my own knob-head. All thoughts of deprived backgrounds evaporated as Art
ministered to my cock and Viv to my mouth, lust winning over reality. I
felt round behind Viv and fingered his bum hole and internal love button. I
was pleased to find he had lubricated his hole. My finger slipped in and
Viv pushed himself back onto me, my finger disappearing inside him an extra
joint deeper, as I sucked his cock-let, tasting the slightly sweet juices
he was now dripping onto my tongue, and down my throat. Art by now was
deep-throating me, his saliva filled pleasure nest working full out to give
me maximum pleasure. I let him.

	"Do that any longer and I'll cum," I heard Matt say to Will, and he
climbed off the chair arms and knelt in front of Will's open knees, burying
his mouth back onto Will's cock as he lay back in the chair. I think it was
deliberate, because I had a clear sight of Matt's opened pink and brown
hole, between his thrust-up buttocks, which swayed as he bobbed his head on
Will's shaft. After a couple of seconds I saw one of Matt's hand reach
round behind himself and he inserted a finger into his own bum, moving it
in time to his sucking motions.  Viv had seen what was happening and,
withdrawing from my mouth, he then kissed me, tasting his own juices on my
lips, before climbing down and walking round behind me. When he reappeared
a few seconds later, it was with a large, cock-shaped black dildo, with a
big glans, down which he was smearing some white lubricant.

	As Matt continued to suck his friend Will, Viv stood to one side so
I could see clearly what was going on, and pushed the dildo into Matt's
ass, until it was over half-way in. Matt then took hold of the stub
sticking up out of his bum and began working it in and out, the white lube
leaving a ring on the black dildo as he worked it deeper and deeper into
himself. In the half light I saw Viv stand up straight, his cock stuck out
in front of him. He watched his friend with the dildo, whilst wanking his
own cock slowly for about twenty strokes, before walking back out of sight,
behind me.

	Art slipped me out of his mouth and knelt before me, wanking me
with one hand, and himself with the other. He is grinning inanely, as Viv
called over from where he was, "Alex, I've got something for you!". I try
to turn round but can't, so I have to stand, my hard cock wiping across the
kneeling Art's face. He ducks and I am able to turn, to see Viv, lying on
his front this time, on the sling in the frame, the sling supporting his
body so that his head and shoulders are free and at the other end, his ass,
with his feet supported in stirrups beneath. He is in the perfect stance to
be taken front and rear.

	Art, the mouth fucker, naturally chooses the head, whilst I go to
the rear. Viv's pert little bum is hanging there open and unguarded for my
amusement, use and abuse. I put my hands on his hips and bend, nudging his
hole with my nose before giving the hole a long wet cow-lick. I can feel
his body move as Art ploughs into his mouth, sending him swaying towards
me.  I lick my finger and put it in his bum, and realise how tight he
is. Then I see that laying next to him on the sling is a pump butt plug.

	I insert the deflated plug into his hole and begin to pump. After
twenty pumps I can see that his hole is beginning to widen with the
internal pressure. By thirty pumps, his hole is visibly distended. I run my
fingers round the tight skin stretched round the plug. I let the pump
release the air and pull the plug easily out. Again I finger his bum, and
the opening has been eased. I take hold of my cock and slip myself into
him. He is at the right height for me, my flared glans popping easily into
his guts, followed by almost all of my cock as he hangs there, face down. I
stop when I see his legs in the stirrups straighten. He says nothing as his
mouth is full of Art's shafting cock.

	I have just started to fuck his delightful little hole, when I feel
a hand stroking my balls between my open legs. Matt's cheeky face appears
round my body. His thumb gently, but insistently, forces its' way into my
bum. As I shaft Viv, Matt's thumb has its' evil way as well. I also feel
Matt's other hand when it bumps a few times against my leg near my knee as
he wanks himself, watching my slippery cock enter and retreat his friend's
love tube. I hear movement behind me as well, but am too engrossed with who
I am fucking to turn round.

	Then Matt suggests I try something else and I turn to find that Hal
and Gregg have laid out a special plastic mat on the floor with raised
inflated sides. "Lay down," Matt invites and I step into the mat, almost
slipping over on the oil that is in there. I lay down in the scented oil,
and Hal and Gregg step in as well, each with their legs apart, either side
of me. They also have a coating of oil, and it is Hal who is first to lay
on my front and chest, his cock sticking into my belly button, my cock
almost in his ass.

	Then he slickly slides himself up and down my body, massaging me
with his body, his cock under him sticking into my stomach and ribs,
letting me know it is there. Greg squats over my knees and his oily hands
start to wank and fondle my cock and balls. Hal pulls himself up by pulling
on my shoulders and I kiss his laughing lips. I reach for his ass hole but
find it is already filled with a butt plug. I pull the 't' bar slightly
then push it back. He licks my tongue and lips. I pull the plug a bit
further out, feeling the tension as his ring stretched and then slid over
the wide bit of the plug. Turning it slightly, I screw it back into his
bum. He lightly bites the tip on my nose. Greg is now wanking my cock
fairly quickly.

	"Tell him to slow down. I can't last with him doing that," I
whisper to Hal. In answer he holds his breath and pushes so the plug pops
out of his ass, before he slides down my body frictionlessly, his legs
shaped like a frog, his knees up by his chest, sliding back until his anus
kisses the end of my cock. But he does not stop there. With Greg to guide
my cock, he pushes again, and my cock head slips in to replace the
plug. Now, sliding up and down on my front, he makes my cock fuck his
boy-hole.

	I am about to hold him still, when the light above me is blotted
out by Art who is now squatting over my head, facing Hal and Gregg,
lowering himself until I am able to suck and lick his hanging balls and
puckered hole. As I suck and lick, my eyes covered by his ass cheeks, I
feel his balls start to rhythmically jerk as he wanks his hand up and down
his cock. He is wanking whilst he watches Hal impale himself regularly on
my cock. Deprived of sight senses, I concentrate my mind on touch. I reach
up and find Art's cock as he wanks. He lets me take over, and I wank him
above and suck him below as he squats over my face.

	Then he stands up and kneels to one side beside my head. All the
others join him except Hal who is working my cock to a spurting climax with
his clenching bottom muscles. Either side of me are five wanking cocks as I
look up at the ceiling. I watch from under as their balls jangle and sway
in their sacks, each rising closer to their parent body, in preparation for
their explosion. Hal is now sitting upright on me, bouncing up and down on
my cock at a fast rate, my cock going deep into his frame as he forces
himself right down onto my abdomen.

	Will is the first to cum, pointing his cock down at my face and
blasting me with his spunk. Then Hal, Viv, Matt and Gregg follow in close
succession, splattering their glorious cum over my head and neck, some
finding my open mouth, others my eyes, forehead, cheeks, chin. Then I felt
my own climax rising.

	Hal raised himself a little and I was able to shaft my cock into
his hole, forcing myself up and in to the boy, as my cock hosed his insides
with my juices. In turn, triggered by my cumming, he also came his load,
without wanking, spurting up my chest, leaving white spots of thin liquids
and cum on my skin as his spasming muscles pumped time and again, until
their was just no more to squirt.

	Hal slumped onto my chest and the others into the sofas and chairs
around. We were equally, but nicely tired. After a short rest, Matt called
for me and the others to have a shower, where we discussed under the
falling hot water and soap suds what we would do the next morning, when we
all met again, at a Pasta House for a late breakfast.


As usual, if you have any comments please contact me by e-mailing
alex.carbine@sky.com

Regular readers will now find a gap of a few days until Chapter 9, as I
have to earn some money -- it happens!


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