I took up the work for the very simple reason that I hadn't had an acting job for a year, and I was getting very tired indeed of living on National Assistance. I saw the ad. in one of the gay weeklies, and thought well, it would be better than doing nothing, it should pay quite well, and it might even be fun.

I had taken a short course in massage a couple of years ago, partly because I'd always been interested and partly - no mainly - because I liked putting my hands on other people's bodies. So I was qualified, alright.

The massage parlour was - and as far as I know still is - in one of the squares in Earl's Court, in West London. I went down the steps to a basement door, and rang the bell (which played 'Auld Lang Syne' to me, which made me laugh). I was greeted by a middle-aged Thai guy, who turned out to run the place. He took me into the reception area, which was almost like the inside of a Thai temple - all statues and flowers! - but very pleasant, with lots of deep chairs and leather couches. He asked me about myself, and I told him.

'Well, you know what this is about,' he said, finally. 'Clients pay for an hour. You give them a massage, and what happens then is up to you. You bring your own condoms, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Every room has a panic button, and if anybody turns really nasty, you ring it. Now, you better show me what you can do - some clients aren't interested in a massage, but some are, so...'

He took me into one of the rooms. It had, as they all did, a bed rather than a massage table; but that didn't worry me. We stripped off - I kept my boxers on - and I gave him a massage. When he turned over, I noticed his cock was completely limp. He saw me glance, and grinned and said 'No, you're not my type - anyway, I never go with my boys! But that was good massage. You want to work, you work.'

The process was simple. The boys came and went, but there were usually about a dozen of us, in a little room at the back of the flat. When a client came, we all sat ourselves around, and Peter knocked on the door to tell us a client was looking through the one-way window in it. We wore whatever we liked - I guess what we thought a client might like to see. Peter wouldn't allow complete nudity (the police were reasonable about the place, but not THAT reasonable); but the two Thai boys just wore thongs, some guys wore jeans and no tops; I wore jeans and a singlet. The client would tell Peter which one of us he wanted, and would be shown into one of the rooms, then Peter would tell us.

By the time we got to the room the guys were usually stripped off. I stripped down to my boxers while I did the massage, and took them off when I felt like it - or when the client wanted, which was usually when he slid his hand up my thigh and started fondling my prick and balls. I took condoms in with me, but I'm a top rather than a bottom, and though I'd let a guy fuck me if I liked him, I preferred to suck them off.

I must say they were on the whole decent blokes: mostly middle-aged married businessmen, some with pot-bellies, but not too gross, and I didn't have a cross word with any of them.

But the thing I wanted to tell you about happened after I'd been there about three weeks. After the usual knock, Peter came in and beckoned me out. To my surprise, the client was sitting in the reception room - a middle-aged guy with greying hair, pleasant enough.

'Rick, this is something special,' Peter said. 'I leave this gentleman to tell.'

I shook hands and sat down.

It turned out he didn't want me for himself.

'You're a birthday present for my nephew,' he said. He's eighteen today, and he's never been with another guy. He came to me a couple of weeks ago and told me he was gay - I'd known about that for some time, and I'd respected his shyness and never asked him about it. But he knew I was gay, and eventually he came out, and to my amazement told me he'd never been with anybody - apart from the usual jerking off in the showers at school. So I decided to bring him here. I know Peter only employs decent guys. So I want you to give him a good time - but remember he'll be nervous and he's a bit shy, so take it easy, yeah?'

I promised him I'd tread gently, and went into the room.

The guy was sitting on the bed in his Hom knickers, just taking off the second of his socks. I grinned at him and gave him my hand.

'Rick,' I said.

'I'm Don,' he replied. His hand was war and slightly sweaty.

I pulled off my singlet and jeans.

'You ever had a massage?' I asked.

'N-no,' he said, standing up.

'Well, I can't do it with your knicks on!' I said.

He smiled nervously, and turned his back to me as he pulled them off. His ass was beautifully round and firm; and he'd forgotten that the room was full of mirrors, so I could also see the rest of him - a broad and muscular chest (he was certainly into sport), and a bush of gold hair between his thighs - the only hair on his body except for a little thread up his belly. But his poor little cock was the size of a walnut.

He lay down on his face on the bed, and I poured a little oil into my palm and rubbed my hands together, sat on the side of the bed, and started working on his neck and shoulders. The muscles were like iron: I'd never felt anyone so tense. But gradually, as I worked, I felt them relax. His eyes shut, and his whole body slackened and became less taut.

I moved down his back and began stroking his spine; he relaxed even more. I poured more oil and began work on his legs and buttocks. He tensed again as I slid my hands over his ass, so I worked first on his calves then moved up to his thighs. As I worked upwards I first just brushed the inside of his buttocks lightly, as if by mistaken, then slightly more firmly, then as I stroked from his neck down his pine and over his ass to his thighs and legs, I allowed the edge of one hand to slide down the crack of his ass. In time he again grew less tense.

I stood and quickly slipped off my boxers. By this time I had a hard-on like you never saw.

I sat astride his thighs, and really started working on his ass. I slid my right hand in and under the left side of his groin, and placed the thumb right on his asshole, stroking it gently as I massaged the curve of his buttock with me other hand.

He groaned, and opened an eye. I gave him a grin and a wink - and actually got a grin back. I was making progress!

I swopped my hands over and massaged his right buttock, while my left thumb continued to stroke his asshole - I could feel it gently half-opening beneath the ball of my thumb.

Now, I reached up and took one of his arms and brought it back over his back, the hand resting on the inside of my thigh as I rubbed the shoulder, then the arm itself. As if by accident, I pulled it downwards so that his fingers nestled in my pubic bush. I felt them stir slightly, but that was all. I returned his arm to the side of the bed, and took the other one. This time, the fingers began to wriggle in my hair, and then moved up until he could take my prick into his hand. He squeezed it gently, as if amazed at its hardness. He moved the skin slightly over its surface. He wriggled on the bed, as though something was making him slightly uncomfortable.

I climbed off him and sat on the side of the bed.

'Turn over now?'

He stirred slightly, then turned over. The walnut was now a tree. It was a beautiful cock. I've had no complaints about mine, but I wouldn't call it beautiful. Don's was. It was only perhaps seven inches, but thick in proportion, and the stem as perfectly smooth and straight, the head swelling slightly, the foreskin pulled half over it, showing a rosy pink shining slightly with pre-cum. At its base was the little thicket of bright blonde hair, and as he moved one thigh slightly apart I could see perfectly smooth balls, just the right size.

Completely forgetting that he was a novice, I did what I guess anybody would do - I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I felt his whole body shudder with pleasure. I put my hands on his chest and gently stroked each nipple with a forefinger as I sucked gently on him. Then, giving the tip of his cock a little final flick with my tongue as I left it, I sucked gently for a while on his balls - completely smooth and hairless, moving with slippery ease inside their sac. But when I ran my tongue down below them, over the muscle towards the asshole itself, I felt his body tense again - he wasn't yet ready for that.

I lifted my head and slid my body up until I was lying full-length on top of him, supporting myself on my elbow, our cocks together. I kissed him on the tip of his nose.

'Happy birthday!' I said. How was that?'

'That was... well, it was...'

'Good, eh?'

'Wow!' he said. We lay quietly for a while. Then he said, 'Um, Rick, I wonder... could I...'

He stopped, embarrassed.

'Hey,' I said, 'you can do anything you want.'

'Well, it's just that - would you mind if I looked at you? Down there, I mean? I've never... not up close...'

I rolled off him, and wriggled around until my head was byhis feet.

'Go ahead,' I said. 'It's all yours.'

He lifted himself up and propped his head on his hand, a few inches from my groin. He held my cock in his left hand, right at the base, and pulled it slightly away from my belly.

'Wow - that's hard!' he said. The foreskin was pulled slightly away from the tip, and he took it rather gingerly and edged it down over the head. The skin beneath was dark pink, and slightly slippery with pre-cum. He ran his thumb over and around it, tentatively, and grinned.

'Just like mine, really,' he said.

'But been further and done more,' I said, and grinned back. He slipped his hand under my balls and weighed them in his palm, tickling the muscle beneath with an index finger.

'But you're learning fast,' I told him.

He lowered his head, and to my great surprise took the end of my prick between his lips and sucked gingerly on it. Then he raised his head.

'Hm - no taste,' he said. 'I thought there might be.'

'Well, lesson one,' I said, 'wash well if you think somebody's going to suck you off. Mind you some guys like a little odour, but not me.'

He sucked again, this time moving his head up and down. Being sucked by a virgin was quite an experience. He didn't do it well, but just the thought that this was the first cock every to enter that mouth almost brought me off. I took his head in my hands and lifted it.

'I think we might go on to something more adventurous,' I said. He looked seriously at me.

'You mean fucking?'

'Only if you want.'

He considered.

'Well - you want to fuck me, or do I get to fuck you?' 'Of course I want to fuck you,' I said; 'nobody's probably told you yet, but you've got a very fuckable ass indeed. But I think it'd better be the other way round, first time.'

I put my hand down by the bed and fished a condom out of my bag.

'Oh,' he said, 'I got to wear one of those?'

'You better believe it.'

I just freed the end and placed it over the tip of his cock, then lowered my head and rolled it down with my lips.

'Wow!' he said; 'that's sure the way to get one on.'

'Lie back and enjoy.'

'What do you mean, lie back? Don't I fuck you from behind?'

'Not this time,' I said.

He looked puzzled, but lay back. I smeared some KY over his prick. There was going to be no problem with it going soft. I crouched over him, reached round, and put a couple of fingers- full of KY in my asshole. Then I put the end of his cock to it, and very gently began to sink down.

His eyes rolled up so far that all I could see was the whites, and his teeth were clenched on his lower lip so firmly that a bead of blood showed where he punctured the skin. I went on sinking until my balls nestled in that golden, wiry bush. Then I began slowly to rise and fall, gently tensing my sphincter muscle, milking him for all I was worth. He began to groan. I reached out and stroked each nipple with my fingers, pinching them gently, and speeded up slightly. He gave a cry, almost of pain, and I felt a gush of hot liquid spurting inside me. I hoped it wouldn't burst the condom: it felt very thick and very forceful - but then, about five years' worth of cum suddenly released.....!

He winced slightly as I moved again. I rose very gently, slipping out of him as softly as I could. And yes, the end of the condom was heavy and full, but no, it hadn't burst. I pulled it off and dropped it onto a tissue. He opened his eyes.

'That was just about the best thing...' he said. 'But what about you?' (I was still hard) 'Can't I jerk you off, or something?' He put his hand down and closed it round my shaft, moving it gently up and down. I took his wrist and pulled it away.

'Not today, thanks,' I said. Not that I didn't want to cum. What I wanted was to get into that virgin ass and fuck the boy half to death. But... 'Anyway, it's quite a good idea for me not to cum here - I mightn't be able to get it up for the net client!'

He looked sober.

'Next time,' I said, 'if there is one.'

And there certainly was - and not at the massage parlour either.

But that's another story.