This story is fantasy. In fantasies safe sex is not necessary. In real life it is. I hope you enjoy this. Any comments or thoughts will be welcome to simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk
Nifty is an important resource. Please make a donation to keep this site free for all.
Simon
It has been two weeks since I came back from work early and found Sean in my bed with some guy, some piles of discarded clothing scattered about the floor. I suppose if I am honest, I wasn't really surprised. We had been drifting apart for a few months. What really made my blood boil was Sean's fucking arrogance thinking that he could desecrate MY bed with some guy he had just picked up. Looking back, I also thought that his taste in hook-ups was rather poor as well.
Anyway, I completely lost it. I told them both to fuck off out of my flat and they did, delaying only to grab their clothing. Immediately. Without a word.
I was so angry that as soon as they had gone, I chucked all of Sean's things that I could find into a couple of bin bags and left them on the landing outside the flat. I texted Sean to tell him to come and collect them and then called a locksmith to change the lock -- I had no intention of letting that bastard back into my flat or my life.
When the locksmith arrived I noticed that the bags had disappeared. I have no idea whether Sean had collected them or whether they had been taken by someone else from the block. And I didn't care.
Once I was secure and alone in my empty home, my anger evaporated and I felt suddenly empty, betrayed and full of sorrow. What a waste of those two years that we had been together!
For two weeks I have divided my time between work, where I snarled at my co-workers whenever they came near me, and my empty flat where I ate ready meals and just felt miserable.
At last, I have come to my senses. Now I must make an effort to rejoin the human race. I have made some resolutions: tomorrow I will apologise to my colleagues at work and bring in a load of cakes as a peace offering; I will go to the gym and work off the effects of the junk food, and I will go out and socialise.
The people at work have been very gracious about my bad behaviour and very sympathetic about how Sean treated me. (They also enjoyed the cakes!) For a week now I have been a regular at the gym and the results are looking good. And my social life has been improving. The advantage of having a flat on the edge of the gay village is that a decent bar or club is only ever just a short walk away and many of the regulars know me. I discovered that no-one has seen anything of Sean.
Things really are looking up. I have made a promising start on all my resolutions.
There is only one thing missing from my life: SEX.
I don't think I am ready to look for another relationship just yet. Sean has hurt me too much. But sex is very important and wanking to porn has lost its appeal. So now it is time to hit the clubs and bars for some trade. Maybe some rough trade? Maybe not. Who knows? But definitely I need sex. And this weekend is when I'll start my quest.
Yesterday, Friday, I rang Boribun, my favourite masseur. He's Thai and simply beautiful with his slim but muscular body, his boyish delicate features and a killer smile. He always ensures that his clients leave his studio with a smile on their faces.
`I have a vacancy for an hour tomorrow morning at ten,' he suggested and I readily accepted.
So here I am at 9.30 on a hot Saturday morning in July, freshly shaved and showered and douched, looking at my naked body in the full-length mirror. With a certain lack of modesty, I smiled as I contemplated my reflection: 5'10", a slim, fit body with defined muscles (my time at the gym has worked), very little body hair, neatly trimmed pubes, light-coloured hair on my head.
Now, what to wear? Very little -- it's hot, even in the morning, and I want something easy to remove when I get to Boribun's. So: shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops.
I arrive at Boribun's just before ten. He welcomes me in. We enter the studio. It is dimly lit, as the blinds are closed. There are scented candles lit and there is soothing whale music playing on the CD. In a corner there is someone else. Boribun introduces me to another Thai guy.
`This is Sanun. He is my new trainee. I hope you will let us both work on you today. His name means Happy.'
Wow! Four hands working on me! There is no way I can refuse the offer. Judging by his smile, Sanun lives up to his name.
I pull myself together and readily accept Boribun's suggestion. By the way,' I ask, what does Boribun mean?'
He smiles too. `Complete or perfect.'
Well,' I go on, I think you are both well-named.'
Boribun tells me to remove my clothes and explains that as there are two masseurs, they will work on me simultaneously, with the intention of moving all stress from my head and limbs and moving it all to my middle. When they are satisfied that all harmful material and stress has reached my mid-section, they will release all the tension.
I lie face down on the massage table with Boribun at my head and Sanun at my feet. I feel some oil being poured onto my feet and gently worked over them and between my toes. At the same time Boribun gently massages my head. I relax onto the couch and let them work their magic. As I relax, enjoying the attention to my extremities, I become aware that they are both working their way from the furthest parts of my body. Boribun applies some oil to my neck and shoulders while Sanun has now oiled my legs and is kneading my calf muscles with strong and deeply-probing fingers. The tension in my neck, shoulders and arms is released under Boribun's strong attentions.
I am completely relaxed and at ease. My body is under the control of these lovely men who are probing deep into my muscles and tissues, working all stresses and tensions towards my waist.
Now Sanun is working his way up my thighs, paying special attention to my inner thighs. Working up higher and higher. From time to time he brushes against my ball sac. I feel my cock responding. When I lay down it was tucked beneath me, but now it is becoming uncomfortable, causing me to shift my position slightly. Boribun notices and he lifts my hips while Sanun moves my swelling member up, to a more comfortable position. While he has hold of it, he strokes it a couple of times.
The two Thai men have now moved so that they are standing one on each side of me. Their movements are still tightly synchronised, moving the internal tensions down my back and up my thighs. OMG! This is heaven. They are kneading my firm buttocks, pushing all the time towards my crack. More oil is poured between my buttocks and they are now circling my hole, brushing over my most private part. The circling becomes stronger and, blissfully, I feel a finger enter me. Then another. An internal massage, probing deeper and deeper inside, brushing and then massaging my prostate. I feel some precum release from my throbbing cock.
I am about to say something, to apologise, when Boribun says, `I think we need to move to your front. Please turn over.' I comply, although I am very aware that my cock is fully engorged with the foreskin fully retracted. I look down and see it twitching with the beating of my heart. Precum is glistening on the end of the head.
`Close your eyes,' says Boribun.
I do. I relax, assuming that my state of arousal was intended by them. They resume their positions at my head and feet. A facial massage is accompanied by another foot massage, this time paying attention to the tops of my feet. This gives my cock an opportunity of relaxing to a slight extent. Boribun moves his attentions to my chest. He oils my pecs while Sanun moves from my ankles to my knees and thighs. Boribun is exploring my pecs, paying attention to my erect nipples, from time to time squeezing and even pinching them.
Working at my sides now, they are moving southwards over my abdomen and northwards over my thighs. Smooth and firm strokes move towards my cock which has regained it throbbing erection. More oil is applied to their hands. One holds my dick firmly and gently and begins a slow stroking motion, while the other inserts one, then two, then three fingers into my arse.
I am no longer aware of the room, or of the massage table, or of the two men, or of my body. I am conscious only of my cock and arse being skilfully manipulated. The whole world has disappeared and now become my sexual excitement.
Suddenly, everything stops.
`Now it is time to rest. Early release would be unfulfilling,' says Boribun.
Feeling frustrated, I open my eyes to see them both smiling at me. Boribun looked down at me, winked and said, `Soon it will be time, but we must wait for all the tension to come together.'
Reassured, I close my eyes again, relaxing into a semi-comatose state.
With no warning apart from a soothing hum, from Sanun, I think, fingers enter my arse again, brushing and rubbing against my prostate. Someone runs their hand up my shaft and teasingly tickles my cock-head with the lightest of feather touches. Within seconds my balls retract and my dick has again become the only thing I am aware of. I moan and squirm under these wonderful ministrations. And then they stop again.
`Soon, but not yet.'
As my cock slowly relaxes, I give way to a tension-free state. Again, I feel fingers within me, working their magic. I feel more and more precum pouring from my throbbing cock. Fingers grasp my cock and slowly, slowly stroke up and down. At each up stroke they swirl the precum round the engorged head, adding yet more stimulation to the sensory overload that I am experiencing.
My cock grows and grows. It is stiffer than it has ever been before. My balls retract. My breathing becomes ragged. There is nothing other than an obscenely swollen cock. It is mine. It is swelling. It erupts. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, I feel cum splatter over my face, my chest, my abdomen. The spasms continue, becoming weaker and weaker until there is just a dribble of semen leaking from my flaccid penis. I am exhausted.
I become aware that someone is approaching with a towel. They are wiping away the cum from my panting body. I look up. I recognise Boribun. He smiles.
`Now all your tension is gone. Your body is clear and pure inside. Now you should take a shower. Sanun will take you there and tend to you.'
Slowly I dismount from the massage table and, leaning against Sanun, I walk unsteadily to the shower room. He starts the water for me. He walks with me under the shower-head and lathers my whole body from head to toe. I am unable to do anything other than stand. With a soft towel, he dries me and leads me to retrieve my clothes.
I am beginning to feel myself again. I look around and see Boribun. I thank him profusely. He smiles a quiet smile. `Come back soon for more cleansing.' I assure him that I will.
Exhausted, but totally relaxed and at ease, I return to my flat where I collapse on my bed. I simply must lie still for some time before going out this evening to trawl for some trade.
To be continued.