Date: Thu, 09 Aug 2018 21:27:59 +0000
From: Master <office435@zoho.com>
Subject: Full Male Service Part 0

This is not my first story published on Nifty, but as the first was some
years ago I've long forgotten its details! Anyway my imagination has been
very active again recently hence this story. Feedback is welcome at
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This story is all fiction. All names, locations, and places are made up.
The content of the story is created by the fervent activity of my mind.


Full Male Service (FMS)

Birthday Plans

A new service had opened in town and it was proving to be very popular with
the male residents. It built upon both traditional male barber shops and
the recent new phenomena of male skin care services with added features
built in. I suppose the title of this encounter may suggest to the reader
what those features may be, but I will leave the story to develop rather
than confirm what they might be now.

One of the service's new clients was John who had sampled it for the first
time only a few weeks before and not long after it had started. Being an
all-in service it didn't come cheap but John was able to afford it as he
was a reasonably successful independent financial advisor. Along with his
family he had moved to Monkston, Berkshire, (a small town in the English
county), a couple of years ago whilst working for a national company as the
local manager of a financial one stop services shop. However, going
self-employed meant he kept more of the commission money without the
responsibilities of staff management. Family for John was his wife of 15
years, Marilyn, his son Miles, 11, and Jake 9. They enjoyed family life
together with the boys having very caring and thoughtful parents, who
demonstrably showed their love to them. Many a boy suffers life-long injury
to their being through either lack of physical affection or even worse
physical harm, so Miles and Jake were occasionally reminded of this by
their parents. Indeed, sometimes out and about with their parents they
would witness poor parenting skills, with other children being yelled at by
much less than caring parents. They really appreciated the care and love
they received from John and Marilyn. As a result, both boys were diligent
in their school work and highly thought of by their peers as being honest
and compassionate.

John's birthday was coming up in ten days' time and he was pondering on
what he would really like to do as he reached the beginning of a new decade
in his life. He knew he wanted to spend dedicated time alone with each of
his family members, but what should he do with each one. For Marilyn, that
was easy because they would enjoy a weekend together at an exclusive high
class resort. For Jake, who was into motor racing as an interest, he would
take him on a one-day rally-cross experience. However, for Miles he had to
think that bit harder with the reason being that what he really would like
to do with Miles was to take him along to the Full Male Service that he had
experienced for himself. The thing that was needling him was dare he go
through with it. What would his wife think, indeed what would Miles think?
It wasn't as though the family were conservative in their ways, for as
indicated before they were a very loving family physically, and it didn't
matter if they saw each other unclothed. Perhaps that was the one thing
that differentiated them as a family was that they didn't make a fuss about
being naked. John and Marilyn decided that even before they got married,
they would be reasonably liberal in attitude with regards to sexuality
within their family. John eventually plucked up the courage to discuss it
with his wife and he was pleasantly surprised when she gave him her
approval.

"Think of it this way," she responded when her husband broached the
subject. "We've always been open about sexuality so why should we stop now
just because Miles is starting his pre-pubescent stage? It will help him
understand why we think the way we do as a family."

"Thanks Marilyn, I really appreciate your positive response," John replied.

So with that positive response John booked two places at Full Male Service
in ten days' time on Sunday 8th December. He decided he would tell Miles to
keep the day clear as he wanted to have a special day alone with him, but
not to tell him what they were going to do together. He didn't want his son
spending the next day's worrying or even worse pulling out.

The opportunity to inform Miles came the next day when John and his son
were home alone. Marilyn and Luke had gone shopping to buy Luke some new
school shoes as his feet had grown and needed the next size up. Miles was
in his bedroom working on an IT project assigned by his teacher the
previous day. The project involved researching the beginnings of the
Internet and how it had affected people's habits. John was enjoying
sometime away from performing client duties and reading the Telegraph
newspaper.

"Miles, come down for a break and a drink," John shouted up the stairs to
his son having realised he was in need of a drink himself and had put down
his paper. He and Marilyn didn't like their son's being too long on their
computers and encouraged them to have regular breaks.

"Okay dad," Miles replied, "Coming down."

Miles met his dad in the kitchen where the kettle was reaching boiling
point.

"What you drinking?" asked his dad.

"Coffee, I'll get the milk," Miles replied as he reached into the double
door stainless steel fridge/freezer.

Having sorted their drinks and grabbed some chocolate digestive biscuits
they both headed into the lounge. Miles slumped down on to an oversize bean
bag whilst John returned to his seat. They chatted for a while about their
respective activities during the week.

"You know it's my birthday on the 8th December," said John changing the
subject.

"Dad, is that a hint to remind me to get you a birthday present?" Miles
teased his dad.

"No it isn't, but a request to keep the day free as me and you are going to
have a few hours together," John said. "I'll also be spending some special
time with Luke, "We'll also all go out together for a special meal to
finish the day. The following weekend me and mum are going away for a
weekend by ourselves, and Craig will be staying over here to look after you
and Luke."

"That sounds a good plan, and it will be great to have time alone with you,
dad," Miles responded with a big smile on his face.

"So what are we going to do?" asked Miles between sips of coffee.

"Well, you'll find out on the day, but you just need to bring yourself and
it will be something that will be a totally new experience for you."

"Really, is that all you're going to tell me?"

"Yes it is so, but you will enjoy it," stated John remembering the awesome
time he had had on his visit.

"You've got me intrigued, but okay I trust you, dad," responded Miles,
getting up to head back to the kitchen to drop off his empty mug in the
dishwasher. He then padded upstairs to return to his project.

The day finally came to which all the family were looking forward to,
John's birthday, and of course none more so than John himself.

The Appointment

The appointment at Full Male Service was for 10am so there was time for a
lie in and some breakfast. Marilyn and Luke were going off to do some
Christmas shopping in Morchchester 30 miles up the road so would be gone
for some time themselves.

"Are you ready then?" John asked Miles, after they had said goodbye to
Marilyn and Luke. "Yep, do I need to take anything with me?" responded
Miles." "No" replied his dad. "Just yourself is perfectly good," he said
with a smile. "You mean I'm perfect, dad!" quipped Miles, which earned him
a dig in the ribs from his dad.

They got into the Range Rover Evoque, and set off for what to Miles
appeared to be a relatively short journey to the industrial estate on the
south eastern edge of the town. "Why are we going to the industrial estate
on a Sunday morning?" queried Miles with a puzzled look on his face.  At
more or less the same time, John pulled the Evoque into a parking space
behind a unit which was in the last of three four rows. "Here's your
answer," he answered. On the façade of the unit were the letters FMS
which in themselves gave no clue as to what manner of business was carried
out inside.

With a disappointed look Miles scanned the unit for any further clues as to
why his father should bring them to such a boring place on his birthday.

"Do you trust me Miles?" asked John taking in his son's perplexed
expression.

"Of course I do," responded Miles.  "Are you brave Miles?" asked John.

With his heart starting to race, Miles replied "I want to be brave."

"Can you keep what happens in the next few hours to yourself?" John asked.

"You've really got me now, dad, but yes."

"Okay then, what you're about to experience I want to make the bond between
us even closer," responded John. "Ready then?" he asked.

With a nod of his head Miles exited his side of the car and came round to
his father's side. Not sure quite what he was about to encounter he needed
his father's assurance so he wrapped his arm's round him and held him
tightly and didn't really want to let go. John in turn hugged his son and
bowed his head to kiss his short haired sandy coloured scalp.

"You'll be okay, just follow instructions and relax, so let's go, John
encouraged Miles, "We'll have miles of fun!"

Miles released his grip of his father and pulled a face at his father and
groaned outwardly at the pun which of course wasn't the first time it had
been employed by his dad.

John took Miles right hand and led him to the anonymous looking front
door. He pressed the button of the intercom unit on the right of the door
frame.

"Wilkerson's appointment at 10am," he spoke into microphone.  There was a
short buzz and a voice said "Please push the door."

John did as requested, and entered the unit followed by Miles close
behind. Once inside the external door closed and the lock clicked shut. In
front of them was another a door on which was mounted a small electronic
screen which came to life with the words:

"As you enter this door, you will forfeit the right to do anything yourself
or to yourself apart from eat and drink. All else will be done for you by
your mechanic, so please do not interfere with what they do. If you accept
this, then when the buzzer sounds enter through this door, or you are free
to exit."

John and Miles read the message. However, it was Miles's heart which was
racing even more than it was before as his brain tried to comprehend just
what it was he was about to encounter. He knew he was going to leave this
place alive, he trusted his dad, but nothing in his past had seemingly
equipped him for this moment. Of course John knew full well what
experiences lay behind the door but he wasn't about to let on to his
son. The buzzer sounded and Miles thought to himself there was no going
back now as his father took his hand and led him beyond the door.

What was beyond the door was a room set out as a mini bar, with a couple of
soft sofas. The lighting is what is called mood lighting as it changed
tones. There were pictures on the wall which had an automotive theme and
referred to such things as servicing, MOT's etc. A middle aged man stood
behind the bar polishing drinks glasses. Noticing the entry of the two
males he welcomed them warmly. "Welcome Mr Wilkerson and may I presume this
is your son Miles?" he spoke softly. "Please be seated, your mechanics will
be here to look after you needs." John and Miles sat down on the very
comfortable sofa, John on the left and Miles to his right. Two men, in
their late twenties, clean shaven and young looking for their age, and
dressed in immaculate mechanic's overalls then entered.

"Good morning," the foreman of the two said, "welcome to FMS or to use our
full title Full Male Service."

That got Miles thinking and excited at the same time. This whole set
appeared to be something to do with cars. Perhaps it was an internal go
cart track but he couldn't hear any sound he thought.

The foreman, Dave, introduced himself and indicated that he would be John's
personal mechanic, and then introduced Tim who would be Miles' mechanic. A
round of handshakes took place as each one got to know the other.

"Please have a drink from the bar before we commence," suggested
Dave. "What would you like John?" he asked.

"Too early in the morning for me alcoholic so an orange juice will do just
fine." he responded. Tim then asked Miles what he would like. "Same for me
too" requested Miles.

The bar man busied himself with pouring two large cold orange juices which
the mechanics then brought over to the sofa, putting them on a small round
table. The table was glass topped and under the glass was a graphic of an
old tired car being serviced and coming out as a totally refurbished
one. Still Miles didn't get it as he saw the picture as he was about to
reach out to pick up the glass. Before he could pick up his OJ the foreman
said that he would like to take his guest coats. Instinctively Miles
reached for the zip of his Muska red and blue yachtsman jacket which was
zipped up due to the cold northerly wind outside. Tim smartly stepped up
and placed his right hand over Miles hand to stop him. "Remember what it
said on the door as you came in," he said. "Please stand up." He said with
a firm yet warm voice. Miles rose up from the sofa as now it began to sink
in perhaps what this was all about. He let his arms hang by his sides as
Tim stepped closely behind him. Tim then reached around Miles front for the
zip and slowly pulled it down. Once the coat was unzipped, he reached for
the shoulders and slipped the coat down his guest's arms. Once it was
removed he turned away to hang it on a coat hook inside a small cupboard.

"That's a very smart coat," Tim commented.

"Thank you," Miles responded. "It was my dad's choice and a very good
choice too," as Miles was very proud of his fashionable coat.

Dave then did the same for John.

"Please sit and finish your drinks whilst you tell us something about
yourselves," Dave requested.

There followed a short conversation as introductions were made. This wasn't
without a purpose for the "mechanics" had been taught to use this
conversation as means of judging the clients' needs later. They also used
their clients' appearance to the same end.  Both were dressed in thick
zipped hoodies, John's been blue, whilst Miles was green, and blue
jeans. On his feet John wore Adidas trainers, whilst Miles had blue Nike
flashes. Between shoes and jeans John evidenced Black sports socks and
Miles white. Their clothing was sensible, smart but unpretentious. This
signalled that these clients were outwardly at least going to be good
people to serve.

Having notice their clients had finished their drinks, Dave requested that
they stand up for it was time to begin their service. "Please follow me,"
he said as he led them through a door marked "workshop". What Miles didn't
know was it would be a few hours before they were to see the reception/bar
again.

The First Room

The room they entered to Mile's surprise was that it wasn't a workshop as
he expected with car lifts and lots of tools. No, instead it was fitted out
as a barbershop, with a counter, sink, mirrors, and two barber's chairs,
plus stools presumably for the barbers to sit on. "What!" exclaimed Miles,
"I definitely do not get this." The mechanics looked to John and smiled
because quite clearly he had not forewarned his son what to expect.

"Please take a seat", commanded Dave the mechanic foreman. John guided his
son to the first chair with a hand on his shoulder before taking the second
seat to the right.

The last thing Miles was expecting today was to have a haircut. He looked
to his dad with a quizzical look on his face.

Before he knew it Tim had taken a towel from a towel warmer on the counter
and had wrapped it round Mile's neck. Then followed a cape just like you
would find in a barbers anywhere, but on it were graphics of fast cars.

"You have a good head of hair," said Tim as he ruffled Miles hair.

Dave had also prepared Mile's dad in the same way. "We're now going to wash
and cut your hair so that you will feel and look the best for the next
stage." Dave explained.

With that he and Tim turned the chairs around so that the backs were now
facing the mirrors. Pressing a lever on the chairs side, the mechanics
lowered the chairs backs so that their client's necks fitted into a delve
in the sink edge.

"Please relax and enjoy being pampered," said Dave.

With that, there came the sound of running water which was just at the
right temperature. John and Miles were now looking at the ceiling which
again had pictures of fast cars on it. The mechanics lathered shampoo into
Mile's sandy coloured hair and John's black, being very careful not to get
it into their eyes. Actually it became not just a shampoo but a head
massage as the mechanics skilfully manipulated the scalps. There then
followed a long rinse to remove any trace of shampoo.

The mechanics then returned the chairs fully upright and turned them
through 180 degrees so they were facing the counter once again. More warmed
towels were then pressed over their clients faces to dry them off, with the
very odd first time sensation for Miles of having somebody very gently rub
his closed eyes!

"Wow!" Miles exclaimed, "That was awesome."

"Pleased to be of service," responded Tim, "Now how would you like your
hair trimmed today?" he asked Miles.

Miles considered for a moment, but staggered by the hair washing experience
all he could come up with was a "trim all-round." He preferred his hair not
too be too long, off his ears and only a short fringe at the front. "So be
it then," responded Tim. In the other chair, John was making his decision
which actually was the same as his son's.

"Like father, like son," as the saying goes commented Dave which brought a
smile to all of their faces. The noise of scissors then filled the room as
the mechanics got to work. Being as it was only trims that were required it
didn't take long to complete the task, with a hair dryer to finish
off. Having finished the haircuts, Dave commented that Miles would have to
miss out on the next stage and that he could watch his father having a real
proper wet shave. Tim gave a commentary to Miles explaining just what Dave
was doing as he lathered John's face, then with a cut throat razor
proceeded to shave him, not that there was much growth. Miles watched and
took in what was happening, knowing that one day he too would like to have
the same treatment.

Once the shave was finished, the chairs were turned again and the capes and
towels were removed.

"Okay then, for the next stage", Dave explained, "We will put your hands on
the boards that Tim and I are going to attach to your chairs."

>From seemingly out of nowhere the mechanics retrieved some short boards
and attached them to the chairs, then taking hold of their client's hands
they placed them face down on to the boards. Taking trays of implements
from an unmarked drawer, they set them on a stand by their side. Again
Miles was totally perplexed as he eyed the tray to his right upon which
were set out nail clippers and nail files. Tim proceeded to clip the nails
on Mile's hands, first the right then the left, just as Dave was doing for
his father.

"Wow," responded Miles I wish I could have this done every time I needed to
sort my nails."

Actually Mile's finger nails and fingers themselves were in good shape as
he had disciplined himself not to chew them. Thus Tim complimented the boy
which gave Miles a great feeling of pride. Having trimmed and filed their
clients finger nails; the next step was obvious was it not?

"Now for the rear tyres," Dave said, "so to speak."

"Rear tyres" Miles thought to himself then the penny dropped. Front tyres
were his hands that had just been done, so therefore the rear tyres must be
his feet - yikes!

To confirm his thinking, Dave instructed John and Miles to put their feet
on another board they pulled out from under their seats, which they duly
did. The mechanics reached down to unlace their clients' trainers'
laces. Tim had some time back taken notice that Miles's laces were tied
with a double knot, so he was ready prepared. For this purpose, Tim kept
his figure nails just that bit slightly longer to assist him with undoing
knots. First he untied the double knot of Miles' blue Nike Flash right
trainer, then proceeded to pull through the underlying bow.

"Very sensible to tie a double knot," commended Tim, "I see so many lads
with their laces trailing and wonder just how is it they don't fall over
them."

Miles smiled recognising another compliment. Tim then proceeded to repeat
the operation with the left foot, before returning to the right foot to
ease the trainer loose. Putting his left hand under Miles mid-calf to lift
his leg off the board, he placed his right hand on the heel of the trainer
with just enough pressure to able to pull it down, then slowly slip it
forward off the foot. He repeated the operation with the left trainer,
placing the trainers together in a white plastic storage box. Everything he
had been trained to do for his clients was to be done without haste but
with some suggestion, therefore with feeling. John was having the same
experience, and was really enjoying the attention, perhaps knowing what
further "Servicing" was to take place.

Back to Miles's mechanic. Having removed the trainers, Tim studied the
revealed white socked feet in front of him and estimated them to be around
a size 5 by English size. The socks themselves were Nike Performance Crew
and had a cushioned elasticated arch support. They weren't shabby and
discoloured like some socks he had seen which he'd had to remove in the
past and a hazard to his occupation. He also noticed that Miles had been
particular in ensuring that when he put them on that the ribbing was
properly vertical and not twisted. It was going to be a delight to remove
them. For Miles it was strange for somebody to be handling his feet in such
a way, with care, but he was beginning to relax and enjoy the sensation, to
trust his "mechanic" and have the everyday things done for him and to
him. Just as would a car owner might trust in taking his vehicle to his
faithful garage for a service. Miles was now beginning to anticipate what
was coming next. To have somebody remove his socks for him, well, that was
special. Tim lifted up Miles right leg again supporting it underneath the
mid-calf with his left hand and as he did so this time he gave the muscle
the slightest of massages. The jeans his client was wearing were the
current fashion, very slim line and tight fighting, but with just enough
space to get two fingers between leg and material to grasp the sock just
above the heel. Pinching the soft material between his fingers, Tim managed
to manoeuvre the sock downwards. He then moved his right hand to the heel
and pulled on the elasticated cotton gently so that the sock became
gathered around the mid sole. Finally, after a little bit of effort and
with all his fingers he removed it completely. The left sock was a bit
easier as Tim had the benefit of practice of removing the first one. He
placed both socks in the white container along with the trainers.

With the now bare feet in front of him, Tim was able to study them. Mile's
toe nails were nicely presented and would only require a little bit of
trimming and filing. However, before that could be done, it was good
practice for the feet to be soaked in warm water to soften the nails. The
mechanic produced a bowl from under the seat which had originally been
filled with hot water but had cooled over time. To avoid Mile's jeans
getting wet, Tim pushed the jeans legs up a few inches, then placed Mile's
feet in the bowl of now just warm water.

"Relax for a few minutes whilst your feet soak," Tim encouraged Miles.

Whilst all this was happening with Miles, so his father was receiving the
same treatment.

"How are you liking this son?" asked John. Miles replied "I could never
have imagined this was what you had planned today dad."

He responded. Satisfied that the nails were now softened sufficiently, Tim
got to work on them, using nail clippers and files. He held each toe with
his left thumb on the first knuckle and forefinger underneath on the pad of
the toe and massaged them whilst doing so. Once the footwork on both
clients was completed, flip flops were put on their feet so that when they
stood up to move to the next station, their cleanliness would be preserved.

The Second Room

"You are now ready to move on to the next stage." said the Chief Mechanic,
"follow me."

The clients duly followed out of the Barber Shop, and into the next
room. In this room, which was warmer than the previous, there were two
white cushioned tables in the center standing four feet apart, but was odd
to Miles was that at the head of the tables was a hole.

"What I would like each of you to do is sit in the center of a table with
your backs to each other," requested Mike.

John and Miles duly did as they were asked, whilst Mike and Tim took up
position behind their clients, resting their hands on their shoulders.

"Okay, just relax, because that is the end result we want from this stage,
very relaxed clients," said Mike, "here goes."

At that, John and Miles felt the mechanics begin to massage their clients'
shoulders with their strong hands. With fingers in front working over the
collar bone and thumbs behind working the shoulder blades. After about 5
minutes of this, the mechanics reached for the zips of the hoodies that
John and Miles were wearing, and pulled them down. They then took the
shoulders of the garments and pulled them down their clients' arms.

To reassure Miles, Tim said "This just makes it easier for us to do our
job." "Okay," Miles responded.

The hoodies were placed carefully folded in the same white containers that
held their trainers and socks. Underneath Miles hoodie was a white long
sleeved Underarmour base shirt, whilst his father wore a black polo
shirt. Tim noticed Miles top was tucked inside his jeans, so removing it
was going to be a bit tricky and require some gentle pulling so as not to
stretch it. He also noticed that Miles' nipples were noticeable through the
tight fitting garment. "

I don't want to spoil your nice Underarmour top by stretching it as I
massage you", so I would like to remove it for you," said Tim.

With that, Tim with great care, began to gently ease the shirt out from
under Miles jeans. Thankfully the shirt didn't go in too deep, nor was
Miles wearing a belt to restrict its movement. Released from its hold it
was then easy to lift it upwards up Miles chest and arms then off over his
head.

"Wow, you have a great body," complimented Tim so as to reassure Miles and
help him feel comfortable. He folded the shirt and added it to the
container.

"Now please lie down on your front and put your head in the hole at the top
end. I'm going to massage your neck, shoulders, and the top of your body,"
instructed Tim.

Miles did as he was asked and found that as he looked through the hole
there were pictures of some very racy cars on the floor below. Tim poured
some massage oil into his cupped hand then rubbed his hands together to
warm the oil. Applying the massage oil to Miles back, he felt the boy
twinge.

"Is this the first time you've had a massage like this?" asked Tim, though
of course he knew it was because Miles's dad had told him so.

John, on the other massage table heard his son reply, "Yes, but it's kind
of strange because at school we're always being told about people wanting
to do things to our bodies without our consent by the NSPCC. Their latest
campaign "PANTS" was introduced to us last week. So for you to touch me
like this goes against what I know I should be feeling, yet I like it."

Mike overhearing this conversation said "Yes I know, my son was telling me
all about that last week, and he is only in pre-school!"

John entered the conversation by saying that the Western World was becoming
increasingly paranoid about children, yet they were also being taught to be
themselves, especially by the LGBT brigade. So if a child liked being
touched, and what child doesn't, but then told they can't be it's no wonder
they get confused and mentally disturbed.

"What do you think Miles?" John asked his son.

 "Yeah I get it," he answered, "and some of my classmates say they get
confused too. For me, to be touched by somebody other than my parents,
brother, or relatives, doesn't usually happen because adults are so scared
they'll get accused of something, but I think it's wrong."

"I think that is a good response, "said Miles's dad, and the mechanics
agreed.

"Okay, I'm going to work around your shoulders with my hands, then your
neck, followed by your back," explained Tim to Miles. "If at any time you
feel uncomfortable, or I'm pressing too hard, tell me."

With that he began to move his hands over the boys' shoulders with a firm
circular motion. He then progressed to gently kneading the sides of Miles
neck, before massaging down his back, always maintaining contact.

"Are you okay with what Tim is doing for you?" asked Miles' dad.

"I'm fine; it actually feels really good," Miles answered.

After several minutes, Tim reached his clients lower back and the jeans
waistband and so could at that stage go no further down his rear.

"Time to turn over Miles," requested Tim.

Miles turned over and as he did so Tim put a pillow in place to cover the
head hole.

"I'm now going to massage your hands, arms, and torso," Tim advised.

"Okay, "Miles responded, finding the whole experience very satisfying.

Tim moved to Miles's right and raising his right arm, began to massage his
hand.

"Wow," that's awesome," Miles responded as Tim gently squeezed his fingers
gently rubbing in the massage oil.

"That's great, that's what it's all about; being pampered if I could use
that word." His mechanic responded.

"No problem with that word" Miles responded, "Why should the girls get all
the pleasure!"

Having finished the hand, Tim moved down Miles's right arm all the way down
to his shoulder sweeping up and down it, never losing contact. Rubbing in
the massage oil, swirling it over the smooth skin with consistent
pressure. Tim then moved to Miles's over side and repeated the same
procedure.

Mike was at the same time doing the same with John, who was watching Tim
servicing his son on the other table. He was pleased as to how Miles's was
receiving the attention he was getting.

Both arms done, Tim began to massage his client's chest. It was infrequent
that he had the pleasure of massaging a child, and the enjoyment was
reflected in how well he was performing. Which wasn't going unnoticed by
his foreman as he kept an eye on his underling.

Taking more massage oil from a bottle, Tim swirled between it his hands to
bring it to body temperature before applying it to his client's neck, then
working downwards with more sweeping motions. As his mechanics palms swept
over his boy nipples, Miles's shivered at the touch. It was a tingling
sensation which he had never felt before and stirred something with in him
which he could not explain. Then Tim moved on downwards to the abdomen and
sides, trying not to tickle Miles.

"Okay Miles, I've already checked this with your dad and he is alright with
it, so I hope you will feel safe with me," Tim said.

 "Whatever, I'm really enjoying this," Miles responded.

"Well remember the rules on the door when you came in," Tim reminded him.

With that Tim's heart started to beat that bit faster as he anticipated
what he was about to do next, and what he was about to discover. Miles's
underwear had not put in an appearance, but remained stubbornly out of site
under his jeans, unlike on some occasions when jeans need a hitch up.

Miles should have anticipated too what was next, but it still came as a bit
of a surprise as Tim's right thumb and forefinger found his jean's
button. Immediately Miles's senses were heightened as probably the last
time anybody had done this to him must have been when he was a toddler. Tim
with care turned the button vertical so that it would push through the
corresponding hole in the waistband. Having loosed the button, he was then
able to gain access to the jean's fly which was zipped as opposed to
buttoned. Miles turned his head sideways and glanced over to his father for
reassurance, who simply smiled and nodded his head. He also saw that Mike
was doing exactly the same to his father.

Tim pulled on the tag of the zip and slowly pulled it down to the end of
its travel. He then moved to the foot end of the massage bed and leaned
over to take hold of the loosed waist band.

"Please lift your bottom for a moment, Miles," Tim requested.

Having just said "whatever" Miles knew there was no going back, so he
raised his bottom as asked.

Tim placed his hands on either side of the waistband of the jeans and began
to pull them down. As the jeans began to reveal Miles's underwear, he was
pleased with what he saw. First to come into view was a band of blue
one-and-a-half-inch wide stretch material with the words "Calvin Klein"
embroidered into it followed by apparently seamless soft stretch red
cotton. As Tim continued pulling the jeans down and naked skin appeared, it
became apparent that the underwear was in the shape of short boxer briefs
which extended to just below the occupier's genitals.

"Okay, you can put your bottom down now," Tim instructed his client.

He was well pleased with what he saw, as it added to the evidence that this
boy's parents really cared what they dressed him in. Moving his hands
further down the black jeans, Tim had to work hard to remove them
completely as there wasn't much spare room in them to ease them down past
thighs, knees, shins and feet. Finally, he accomplished his mission and was
rewarded, thanks to the stretch material of the underwear, with the outline
of a clearly defined pubic mound, flaccid penis, and testicles. Once again
he complimented his client by telling him he had a super body and he should
be proud of it. Carefully he folded the jeans leg to leg, then in half
before placing them in the ever present plastic container. Looking over to
their other client, Tim saw he was wearing grey cotton low wise briefs,
which more than his own client's underwear, and due to size, accentuated
the outline of his genitals.

Returning to Miles, the next element could either totally freak the boy,
and he demand a premature end to the session, or Tim would be greatly
rewarded with something he had dreamt about many a time. Time to remove
this adorable 11-year-old boy's underpants.

Miles was very thankful that this morning when getting dressed he had put
on his newest and best briefs. Now he knew what was definitely going to be
next and that the whole of him was going to be revealed to complete
strangers, mmm. Was he ready for this? The very thought of being totally
naked meant that he had to fight the urge to become excited down below and
cause his penis to stiffen. His heart started to beat faster, he felt
himself begin to sweat, and his toes to twitch in anticipation of his
underpants being removed and his genitals revealed to everybody in the
room. His looked at Tim and their eyes met, each person seeking a oneness
and trust between them.

Tim reached forward and took hold of the blue waistband above the boy's
hips. Slowly he pulled the elasticated material towards him down those
hips, revealing the start of the V which leads tantalisingly to the male
reproductive organs. As he continued pulling on the briefs, more and more V
became visible until it finally came to the point where it met with the
root of the shaft of the boy's penis. As yet no hairs had made it to the
surface of the pubic mound so that it was still completely bare, which of
course enhanced its beauty and sense of innocence.  As the briefs continued
their journey toward Miles's feet, the waistband uncovered more of the
surprisingly flaccid penis and then the also hairless scrotum containing
two walnut sized testicles. After another three inches of travel the
puckered end of the boy's foreskin was revealed, the foreskin being 3/8ths
of an inch long. Miles had done well to control himself thus far and his
penis had remained soft, lying over the centre of his scrotum. Now that all
was revealed, the job of the Calvin Klein's was over and they surrendered
themselves to Tim who finally pulled them off his client's feet. As with
the other clothes, he folded them, and as he did so he took great delight
in still feeling Miles's warmth in them. As he stooped to place them in the
container he couldn't help himself but to bring the garment to his nose and
inhale the pleasant boyhood smell. In doing so he felt his own penis begin
to stir under his own clothes. Standing back up again, Tim took a little
time to exam the 3" long now naked penis and the way the foreskin puckered
over its end obscuring the urethra. Further back he could detect the
outline of the glans underneath it. The smooth hair free scrotum was tight
up against Miles's groin, with the perineal raphe disappearing underneath
to the anus.

"Now I can continue to massage you and I'll start with the back of your
legs so please turnover," Tim requested. Thankfully his client hadn't said
a word in objection or wanted to flee.

Miles turned to his right which allowed gravity to take its course and his
penis flopped in the same direction. He lifted his bottom up slightly so as
not to pinch or chaff his genitals between his body and the massage table
as moved. Whilst watching the boy turn, Tim applied more oil on his hands
and warmed it so that it would not be cold to the boy's flesh. Starting
with Miles's feet, he massaged each toe, sliding his fingers between the
one he had just done and the next. His client he could tell was really
enjoying what was being done to him, for he could feel how relaxed he
was. When he had finished all the toes, he wrapped his hands round the
midsole and arch, then started massaging up the boy's legs working up to
the tops of his thighs. From the outside in using slow deep muscle
smoothing motions to relax his client. Of course the inner thigh is a
particularly sensual zone and knowing that the boy had likely never been
touched by another person in recent years in that zone, Tim took care to
take time in that area. Starting with slight pressure then pressing firmer
in circular motions. Miles's couldn't quite believe the feelings that were
beginning to assault him as he felt Tim's hands touch his inner
thighs. Then when it happened as it was inevitable that it would, that the
back of Tim's hands nudged up against his boy bits, deep within himself
Miles felt a feeling that he'd never had before and which caused him to go
into a state of near ecstasy. His hormones kicked in and overflowed and
every bit of him felt it. Outwardly, he couldn't help but curl and flex his
toes. Which didn't go unnoticed by Tim who smiled to himself. Not to overdo
it though at this stage, Tim moved up to begin massaging his client's bum
cheeks, again from the outside in, sliding his palms all over the area then
when he got to the middle he allowed the edge of his hands to find their
way into the intergluteal cleft. This was now too much for Miles to take
and underneath him he felt his penis begin to wake and stretch, which was
unfortunate timing.

"Just the front of your legs to do now Miles," Tim said whilst trying to
maintain a calm composure. "Please turn over"

"I can't," responded Miles in a weak voice which was the first time he had
declined anything that had been asked of him during the morning.

"Ah, ok, perhaps a case of a pipe gone hard?" asked Tim of his client.

"Yeah, you could say that," responded Miles.

"I've seen many a hardened pipe before, and if it's not dealt with it's
likely to split," Tim explained still trying to keep a straight
face. "Please be brave. I know it's a first for you but it will be much
better when it's sorted."

"Oh okay then," Miles responded. He then proceeded to turn onto his back,
and of course his now turgid member came into view. Tim could no longer
keep a straight and neutral face but broke into an involuntary smile.

Miles's complexion turned a shade red as to a 12-year-old boy the enormity
of what had just happened hit him but it was too late to go back on the
situation. Once again, Tim and Miles's eyes met as they looked to gauge
each other's reactions. Tim urged reassurance, whilst Miles's sought it and
received it.

Tim returned to his task, once again massaging from the feet upward. It was
difficult for him to keep his eyes on the particular part of the body he
was currently meant to be servicing, rather than the bit due attention
further on in the job.

Taking a foot in his hand, and placing his other hand under the calf of the
same leg, he proceeded to raise the leg bending it at the knee as he gently
pushed it back as far as it would go in order to stretch the thigh muscles.
Naturally this act brought Miles's anus rose bud into full view. He
returned the leg to the massage table and repeated the same operation with
the other leg. It was then on to the thighs which Tim did as before
starting with light pressure, then building up intensity. Working in
circular movements he moved from the outside of the thigh to the
inside. Each time he moved to the inside, the penis, the foreskin of which
had pulled back to partially reveal the glans, twitched uncontrollably. The
owner of the erection moaned quietly as the mechanic's hands rubbed up
against his scrotum. There was only one part left to be massaged and that
was the hardened pipe which was now so erect it pointed straight up out of
Miles's hairless pubic area.

"So, I'm going to deal with this pipe before it splits," said Tim.

Miles lifted his head to see how Tim was going to fix the problem, but
there again he already knew.

Tim warmed up some oil in his hands then gently placed the thumb and
forefinger of his right hand on the offending pipe. To be more specific, he
put them on Miles's foreskin which he then drew back over the boy's
glans. This brought a sharp intake of breath from Miles as he watched a
complete stranger handle his prized possession. Having pulled the foreskin
completely back behind the glans, he then stretched it forward but because
of the erect nature of the penis it would only go so far. Tim repeated this
action a few more times then proceeded to wrap all his digits around the
erection and began to masturbate his client. Miles could not believe the
sensations pulsing through his body as he watched Tim skilfully massage his
hard on. His toes curled and uncurled, the muscles in his legs tightened
then loosened. Finally, a small amount of clear liquid began to leak from
the urethra which Tim described to his client as like a lubricating fluid
to make it easier for what was to come next. It didn't take long for that
which was to next to make its appearance as the boy's testis pushed up
against his body as they urged the whitish fluid to leave them and cause
him to ejaculate. At the same time Miles's couldn't help himself but scream
as his nearly 12-year-old body could no longer hold the tension that had
been building and simply had to let go. The cum landed on his chest then as
the pulse weakened, further down his body.

"Well, that certainly fixed the problem," said Tim with a smile on his face
as he allowed Miles's penis to subside and lose its hardness.  The foreskin
fully took back on its job of protecting the glans and returned to its
puckered state over the end.

"That was awesome," eventually Miles could eventually say with a big grin
on his face.

He looked across at this father and for the first time saw him with an
erection. His father's own member looked huge compared to the boys. Now it
was his father's turn to enjoy the ecstasy of being released as Mike worked
his hand on his client's penis. With a deep groan John's cum shot out but
didn't travel as far on his body as Mile's had.

With both clients now more than satisfied the "mechanics" allowed them to
rest from their exertions.

"Please rest for a little while then go through the next door," Mike
requested John and Miles, "we will leave you to enjoy your own company."
With that Mike and Tim disappeared and both were very happy with their
labours.

"Well, what do you think of that then?" John asked of his son.

"I can't really believe you brought me here today and allowed somebody to
masturbate me," Miles responded, "but I really enjoyed it."

"Was that the first time somebody other than your mum or me has touched you
down there?" Miles dad asked, though he then thought better of his question
and said, "Or perhaps I shouldn't ask!"

"Jake did but that was when we were younger and in the bath together
messing round," Miles responded.

Not wishing to embarrass his son with further questioning John said, "Shall
we see what is through the next door."

With that he sat up on the massage table, swung his legs down and walked
over to his son and helped him off his own table. As he did so he couldn't
but help but get the closest look at his son's genitals that he'd had for
quite some time. Leading Miles by his hand, they went through the door
opposite to the one they had arrived in.

The Third Room

In this new room there were two cubicles and two pools. The first cubicle
was marked "Sauna" and the second "Steam Room". It was obvious what the
first pool was as it was producing white foam, whilst the other was still
and dark.

John led Miles into the Jacuzzi and down the steps as it was one of those
that are rare in the UK as it was one that people could stand in.

"Wow," exclaimed Miles, "this is so totally cool."

"Don't you mean warm?" John laughed.

"Yeah, and that that we don't have to wear anything!" said Miles with a
large smile on his face.

The feeling of not having to wear anything in the Jacuzzi was fantastic and
to allow their bits to float freely in the water brought pleasure to both
of them. After 10 minutes or so the bubbles stopped indicating that is was
time to move on. Again John led the way, but this time into the still pool.

"Now this is what you really can call cool," he said as walked down a
couple of the steps then plunged in. Miles followed but shrieked as the
cold of the plunge pool hit him, then got out as fast as he could.

"That was fun," John commented through shivers, "This way to get warmed
up," as he opened the door to the Sauna.

They both entered the small sauna and sat on the single pine bench next to
each other.

"Let me give you a hug and warm you up," said John. He wrapped his arms
round his son and held him close.

"You could have warned me," Miles replied with just a little bit of anguish
in his voice.

After that the two of them sat in the sauna until the heat drove them out
and into the Steam Room cubicle. The steam generator was very efficient and
it was difficult for the two to see each other. After a while Miles asked
if he could go back in the Jacuzzi as it was more fun than sitting in a
steamed up room. Together they entered the pool which was now bubbling
again and stood side by side touching each other. Miles suddenly
overwhelmed by the greatness of his experience turned to face his dad and
allowed the bubbles to lift him up. John put his arms under his son and
supported him as he floated to a horizontal position. It was just like he
was much younger when his dad used to lift him up and blow raspberries on
his tummy. Those were intimate moments, and they came back to Miles's
memory. Except this time, he was naked but he was so relaxed that it didn't
bother him, so when his genitals appeared above the bubbles, his dad got a
close up view of them. John was very thankful that he hadn't had his son's
foreskin removed, and that the trend for circumcision was all but now
dead. The way that the foreskin puckered over the end of the penis was
fascinating. Further back he could see the outline of the glans, and
further back still he noted that his son hadn't as yet developed any pubic
hair. There really was something special about boys at that moment just
before they started developing body hair.

He leant his head forward and blew a raspberry for old time's sake on
Miles's wet tummy amidst the bubbles.

"Hey," Miles called out in surprise totally off guard.

"You really giggled when I did that to you when you were younger," John
replied.

"Go on then, do it again," came the response.

John dutifully replied, but the third time it wasn't the tummy which
received the raspberry. Not able to resist, he moved his head along Miles's
body and planted a kiss on the boy's flaccid penis just above his scrotum.

"Ah, dad, what was that?" Miles cried out in shock.

"That was a grown up raspberry," John replied, "for a very special son who
has been very well behaved to day and not been so shy as not to enjoy
something very few boys of his age would get to experience."

"For that you can do it again," laughed Miles, who once over the shock,
found the kiss quite enjoyable.

John lowered his head again and placed his lips on Mile's penis, but this
time lingered a few seconds before needing to come up for air. Naturally
being touched in this way caused a reaction and it wasn't long before the
boy became erect for the second time that day.

"Something tells me your body liked that," John said. Miles was lost for
words both having his dad touch him like that, and because his erection was
giving him major tingles.

However, his dad's arms were getting tired with supporting the weight of
his son and he gently let him down into the frothing water to stand on his
feet. Once on his feet Miles wrapped his arms around his dad, with the
close contact causing his erect member to become trapped between him and
his father. He reached up and planted a kiss on his father's cheek. A
sudden thought crossed his mind but would he dare to do it? Before he had
given himself time to really think about it, he let go of his father's
torso, then dropped below the water. The next thing that John knew was a
light touch of lips on his own penis, as his son copied his own actions of
moments before.

"Wow, thank you. I didn't expect you to respond in the same way," John
responded as his Miles surfaced from below the water. He was rewarded with
the cheeky smile that only a boy can produce.

"Would you like to have another round in the sauna and steam room before we
get out?" asked his son.

"Yeah, that would be good," Miles responded then headed for the steps. As
he did so, his father had a grand view of a 11-year-old bottom which was
breath-taking and which he couldn't help but give it a slight playful tap.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Miles with a purposefully exaggerated yelp. "I'll get you
for that."

Being first out the pool, he had the decision as to whether to go for the
sauna or the steam room, but decided to go for the sauna. His erection of a
few moments ago elapsed as he walked the few steps to the room and entered
it. His father followed and sat next to him. Father and son both naked
together in a sauna in England on that particular Sunday morning must be
unique, especially given the prudish attitude of most but not all of the
British population.

The pair sat quietly together and each of them spent some of the time
taking in the sight of each other's genitals. Miles wondered what he would
be like when he was older and had as much hair down below as his
father. Whilst the father thought the opposite and wondered if he could get
away with removing his pubic bush and be smooth just like his son. Then it
was time to move across to the steam room, which the steam generator was
keeping topped up with copious amounts of steam.

As they sat together, John put his hand on his son's thigh in a touch of
fatherly affection.

"I will remember this day for a long time to come," he said to Miles.

"So will I," Miles responded, "Can we do it again sometime?" he asked.

"It will be a while because normally they wouldn't service somebody as
young as you are, as they would get closed down if they were found out. The
owner owed me a favour as he couldn't pay me for some jobs I had done for
him, and that is why we are here today and have the place to ourselves," he
explained.

"Oh, I see," responded Miles.

"I think the guys have done a great job today but it is time to call it a
day as I'm sure they have got other customers booked in," his father
explained.

Together they left the steam room and the health suite and headed through
another door marked exit. On the other side the mechanics were waiting with
two baskets of clothes which were sat on stools.

"I hope you've enjoyed your time with us, but now the service is complete
it is time to re-assemble," said Mike. "Please come and stand in front of
us and we will put your clothes back on for you."

"You're really going to dress me?" queried Miles. "That will be the
strangest thing that's happened to me in a long time."

"It's our pleasure," Mike responded with a grin.

Miles and John did as requested and stood in front of Tim and Mike. Tim
picked up Miles's blue and red boxer briefs and made sure they were the
right way round. He asked Miles to lift up his left foot so that he could
put his leg into the briefs then the other foot. To complete this action
Tim had to kneel down and of course this brought him to eye level with his
client's now once again flaccid penis and smooth scrotum. The foreskin now
covered the boy's glans and puckered over the end of the penis. It was a
beautiful sight to Tim's eyes and he thought it was probably going to be an
awful long time before he would be this close to a naked boy's specials
parts again. So, sadly as he pulled up the briefs and over the boy's
genitals, he made sure that they sat well on his hips. Then he took the
liberty of manoeuvring Miles's soft penis so that it was in a comfortable
position hanging to the right of his testicles. He then dressed Miles's
feet with his white sports socks, making sure that the ridges were straight
and vertical. Then came his white long sleeved Underarmour base shirt,
followed by his tight fitting black jeans. Miles had to really point his
feet downwards to get them through the trouser legs, but having succeeded,
Tim buttoned up the waistband and pulled up the fly zip. Being so tight a
fit Miles's pubic mound and genitals bulged out the front of the jeans and
to anybody of a certain pre-description picture was very attractive. So
much for PANTS the latest campaign from the self-appointed UK based
guardian of all children the NSPCC. Today's fashions were an open
invitation to wonder just what was inside a boy's lower garments! Trainers
were next and carefully tied with a double bow followed finally by the grey
zip up hoodie. Of course, John at the same time was being dressed by
Mike. Once they were fully clothed again, Mike led his clients through
another door which brought them back to where they had started.

Back to Reception

"Would you both like a drink before you depart?" asked the barman.

"Yes please," both John and Miles responded. "Mine is a large black coffee,
and what would you like son?" said John. "A large vanilla milkshake," came
his sons reply.

"Please be seated and it will be our last delight of your visit," said
Mike.

When the drinks were ready the barman brought them over and put them on the
table in front of the sofa.

"Well, could we have some customer feedback please on the service you have
received today?" requested Mike.

"10 out of 10 for me," answered John.

"20 out of 10 for me," replied Miles with a smile that stretched from ear
to ear, "that was really cool!"

"Don't you mean hot?" quipped his dad rubbing his son's thigh. "Just need
to be careful that we don't tell anybody about this premium level of
service as it isn't normally carried out on such young models."

"Thanks dad for bringing me here and I really like Tim," Miles said, and I
really would like to come again."

"Usually cars only need servicing once a year," Mike answered, "So perhaps
we'll book you in same time next year?"

"Sure," John responded.

By now the clients had finished their complimentary drinks and it was time
for John to settle the bill which he did in cash.

The mechanics retrieved John's and Miles's coats from the cupboard where
they had been hung on their arrival and proceeded to put them on their
clients.

"Now you are free released to doing things for yourselves again," Mike
explained.

"Ah, that is a shame `cause I don't think I can get mum to do my nails,"
quipped Miles.

"You'd have to do something very special," said his dad, "and then she
might."

With that father and son left through the door they had come in some hours
before, and got in the Range Rover which seemed to be more gleaming than
when they'd left it.

"Even the car has had a superior clean," commented John.

"Yeah, but not as thorough as ours," smiled Miles.

So it was time for home for the very relaxed and satisfied father and son,
whose bond had grown so much deeper that day.

Note to the story:

1. I know that the order in which the massage was carried out is not
conventional, but had to be changed so as not to freak a new comer to
massages.

2. NSPCC – National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children

3. PANTS – Privates are private, Always remember your body belongs to
you, No means no, Talk about secrets that upset you.