Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2008 05:09:34 +0000
From: Jay Mex <jaymex65@hotmail.com>
Subject: Faysal's massage (Day 1)

Faysal's massage
By Jay Mex < Jaymex65@hotmail.com >


This story features gay sex between young adults. If you're underage, or if
this is illegal in the country where you live, then quit this page now.

Copyright 2008 Jay Mex.  All Rights Reserved.


From MJ's website to reality, this is a story of the most uncommon weekend
I ever spent.

Day one

It was on a boring hot Friday afternoon, last summer. I left the company
early that day, but with no particular weekend plans in mind. Situation in
Beirut was tensed. I was still wondering who to call, and what to do, when
my mobile phone vibrated. I hate to answer hidden-number calls, but I did:
A certain Faysal was on the line. He introduced himself and said to have
had my number from a guy called Ali. It took me a few seconds to situate
which Ali it was, then "Oh! Yes..."

The so called Ali is a cute funny guy I first met through MJ's, then in
real... Now we keep meeting from time to time randomly. Ali loves to have
me massage his body, especially his back and shoulders, but he never
admited his addiction to me. He keeps teasing me by calling me "WMT" which
stands for the worst masseur in town.

The guy on the phone had a terrible accent in Arabic, and I had to ask him
to spell every word twice, before I could get what he says.  "I'm Faysal,
I'm 23 years from Kuwait... I'm here on holidays at the Phoenigrand's"

At first, I went suspicious and thought this really couldn't be anything
else but one of Ali's tricks.

"Ok, and then what?" I said with a hint of dryness.

"Do you know where The Phoenigrand's is?"

"Yeah of course."

"Well, come over here then, I'm having a drink at the bar... I'm inviting
you and then I'll tell you what I want," he said with an arrogant
self-confidence of a rich kid typically raised to think he can order
anything, just as long as he wishes.

"A drink? With you? At the Phoenigrand's bar? But Habibi, do you realize
that I'm double your age, and that I don't even know you... What makes you
think I can accept your invitation?" I said, with a hint of anger.

I was about to hang up, but he disregarded all of what I said, and added:
"Ali told me about your massage; and I feel like having one right
now... How much is it, buy the way?"

I kept speechless for a few seconds, the time I needed to adjust: "I'm
sorry, but you don't seem to have heard what I just said. Beside, you have
a massage service in your Hotel, and I see no reason..."

"Yeah, I tried it, but it's really terrible!" he interrupted "Are you
coming or what?"

It took me a few seconds of hesitation before I said: "Ok, it's 100 $ for a
90 minutes session..." I thought this would make him renounce; meanwhile, I
was the one mostly surprised by how professional I sounded.

"Deal," he said. "I'm in the bar; don't be late." And he hanged up, before
I even could add any further.

I really was curious to put a face to such an arrogant call, or at least to
reveal the tricky joke behind. I showered in three minutes, then jumped
into my car and went there. The lobby was almost empty. When I walked in
the bar, it was a bit more than six o'clock in the afternoon. Outside it
was a summer daylight; inside it was an out of time dimmed light darkness.

The only customer there was a young blond guy browsing through a fashion
magazine, with a laptop and a glass of Champagne on the table. He looked
more like one of those new Russian tourists than a typical Kuwaity so I did
not even suspected he could be the one I was there to meet. I turned to the
waiter and asked where I could find the Mr. Faysal... The waiter was one of
a real Lebanese beauty! Mid twenties, tall and slim, with a refined almost
feminine face, but with big brown eyes that brought their deep quietness to
his overall expression. He could definitely be described as a spicy
oriental version of Keanu Reeves. With a little one-side smile on his
sensual lips, he pointed at the blond customer, who then laid his magazine
and looked up. I couldn't believe my eyes: The customer was nothing less
than simply gorgeous! Between the waiter and the customer, I suddenly had
the feeling that I was being trapped.

Without even standing, Faysal invited me to take place at his
table. Actually, it was more like an order than an invitation. The worst
was that he pushed the opposite chair with his red Puma under the
table... I felt outraged but sat anyway, with nothing else in mind than my
determination to teach this arrogant boy a lesson in good manners, but the
thing is that his beauty was a strong intimidating barrier! Before I could
say a word...

"You don't seem very happy to meet someone of your favorite list," he said.

"What?... What favorite list?" I asked, in an obvious will to return some
of his arrogance.

"Here... Your MJ's favorite list; look: this is me here..." He turned his
screen towards me, displaying my MJ's profile and favorite list, and
indeed, there he was! He even was among the very few that I had rated 5
stars... I turned red.

Actually, I remember to have added his profile in my favorite list on the
only basis of his pictures, but I never sent a message. I was so certain
that the pictures he placed on his profile were simply stolen from one of
those sites where super striking models are displayed... Such thing happens
very often, but this time I had it wrong, and the pictures were truly his!
Embarrassed, and willing to change the conversation I asked how come he
looked so differently typed than the usual Kuwaitis we know. He explained
that his father was half Kuwaiti, half British, and his mother was Russian,
which explains his blond hair and his milky white skin... Anyway, the
overall mix was simply and purely awesome!

"Champagne?" he asked, and then "Sure!" he added, replying to himself
without even waiting for my answer. "Champagne, Chadi" he continued
addressing to the waiter who brought a glass.

"Here's Chadi, he's become a friend" he said, introducing me to the waiter,
"I like to have my Champagne here the days he's on duty," he added. I
smiled at the waiter and shook my head politely.

The bottle was kept in the ice bucket near the table... As I was being
served, Faysal slid a 100 bucks moving it with one finger over the top of
the table and said to me: "Ow, take this by now, I prefer to have finished
with the cash matter..." The waiter saw this and had a little smile. I
turned red again. "Cheers!" said Faysal.

I lifted my glass, speechless.

I still was sipping my Champagne slowly, when he had already swilled two
glasses as if they were shots of Tequila. Then he suddenly stood up, signed
the bill to the room, slid a 50$ tip into Chadi's pocket, then he turned to
me ordering: "Follow me..."

His body was both slim and athletic, perfectly shaped like pro swimmers,
and close to 6'2 (or 190 cm)... Compared to him, I looked so commonly
ordinary that I kept wondering what could such a guy want from me... We
walked through the lobby, took the elevators, and walked through the
corridors till we reached his Suite. In less than a minute, he undressed,
laid a big towel along the bed, and then slouched on his front, hands under
the pillow, and all he said was "It's to you now!"

Much more than I had imagined it behind his shirt, his nude body was so
perfectly shaped and so terribly hot, that my hands trembled before the
tips of my fingers reached his skin. I started massaging his neck, his
arms, and shoulders... He enjoyed the first minutes, but soon started to
get bored. I moved further down along his back; there, he twitched with
pleasure. I kept working his back, concentrated, and I don't remember when
or how it happened that I had kicked off my shoes and was kneeling over the
bed, one knee on each side of his body, almost sitting on his thighs. As I
massaged his back, I could feel him slowly melting under my hands... I
lowered down again and started working his muscled butts: There he started
to get turned on. I rubbed his ass as firmly as I could, alternating
between a firm handful grabbing and fingertips brushing and light
scratching. His ass protruded, as if freeing a space to his starting
erection; also his breathing went deeper and faster, and he started moaning
with pleasure: "Mmmhhh yeahhh!!"

To feel the impact of my work over such a gorgeous guy was almost
unbearably exciting. I started to get hard as well, and the more I was, the
more I worked harder, the more he enjoyed, the more he was excited. My lips
were burning with an irresistible desire to kiss his ass, but I struggled
to keep controling myself and stay within the limits of what I was asked to
do. So I managed to discipline myself in action, but my fantasies didn't
follow: Till I finished with his ass, I kept figuring him out giving me the
hard lesson I ever deserved, by fucking the hell me me to the bones, or
even raping as hard and deep as he ever could. My teeth were clenched, and
my head dropped back... such thoughts had an obvious impact on the
sensations I was bringing him, and all his body was almost bouncing with
pleasures...

After this, I turned around myself, and knelt back again surrounding both
sides of his hips, but this time facing his feet. I massaged his legs,
starting with his thighs, down to his calves. There, I spent the time I
needed to calm down my fire. Then I moved down to his feet. I started to
rubb the sole side of his feet sliding my thumbs along them and there, his
muscles twitched again... I realized how strongly sensitive and erogenous
his feet were... After a minute of my soft working, he was turned on again,
even much more than before:

"Uhhhmmmhhh Yeaaah... Stay there," he whispered breathing...

I grabbed his ankle and lifted up his leg backward, I held his foot close
to my chest, and then I resumed massaging the sole side of it... His feet
were beautifully long toed, and perfectly shaped. They exhaled a perfect
mix between a powerful energy and gracefulness. Spreading sensations to his
feet was for me unexpectedly exciting. I started to lubricate the spaces
between his toes, sliding a finger between them, one space after the other,
softly in and out, and I could feel the impact of my sensual touches all
over him.

"Mmmmm! Yeeeaaahhh!" he kept moaning between his clenched teeth.

I could feel how hard he went, so brought my lips closer, and placed an
irresistible little kiss in the middle of his pinkish heel. I then moved my
lips slowly over the skin and restarted again... and again... and
again... spreading tens of soft unpredictible little kisses all over the
sole side of his lifted up foot, from the heel, to the center of his arch,
up to the tip of his toes. I kissed the fleshy part of his toes, one after
the other, then moved back to where I had started... Meanwhile, his body
went in fire, and almost bouncing with such sensations. "Uhhhh!!! Get up
from me!" he suddenly ordered.

I had barely moved, when he turned his body, and sat half lain down on the
bed, hands crossed behind his head, and he stretched his legs straight
towards me. He lifted up his foot with no scrupule, for me to hold it again
and ordered:

"Go ahead! Restart what you did! Comon!"

Despite the arrogance of his order, or perhaps because of it, I went harder
and harder. I knelt down at his feet, held the one he stretched to me, and
with my eyes half closed, I resumed pleasing it. I spread hundreds of softt
little kisses on its profile, all along the fleshy muscle that goes from
the ankle bone, straight to the smallest toe... Then I moved to the toes,
and kissed their tip one after the other. When I glanced up at him, he had
closed his eyes, his head was dropped back, his lips were barely opened,
and with one hand he was rubbing his fully erected
cock. "Mmmmhhhh... again... yeahhh again... yeahhh... stay
there... hhhuuufff... I love it!".

His feet were so sensual and he responded so highly to every touch, that I
suddenly felt like an irresistible temptation to lick them.

With the tip of my tongue, I started brushing his soles from his heels all
the way up to the bottom side of his toes... At this, his leg muscles
stretched so tightly that I felt as if handling a rock. Pleasure was such
that his breathing and his moanings went all mixed together... When my
tongue started sliding between his toes, the sensation it brought to him
was so irresistible that he burst out his load... Four or five huge jets of
sperm landed all over his belly, up to his torso...

"Uuuhhhh!!!" he shouted. "You're magic!!!".

I rested in the armchair silently for a minute, staring at his body,
burning with desire. Then I stood up without a word and left the room.

I had barely reached my car, when my cell phone vibrated:

"I want you tomorrow, 6:00 pm sharp!"

"But ... uh... well, yes Sir... it's ok..." was all I could say to the same
arrogant one whom I wanted to teach a lesson, a few hours earlier. Now I
was calling him Sir.



Day 2

At six pm sharp I entered the bar, but found nobody there. Even the waiter
was not the same. Just when I wondered what I was to do, my cell phone
vibrated:

"Did you arrive?"

"Yes Sir"

"Then wait for us in the lobby, we're stuck in a traffic jam. We need 10
more minutes..."

"No problem but excuse me, may I know who is we"

"Ow yeah I'm with Chadi here. He's off today. We been to the beach all
day."

"Oh! I see, but... uh... should I understand..."

"Yeah, I'm offering him your services!... So we're two today. Get
prepared!"

...



To be continued



Disclaimer: Names featuring in this story are fictional and invented. If
they happen to belong to existing people and / or places, it's only by
coincidence.

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