Heaven in a package 1

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Heaven in a package 1
Date: 01 March 2011

The cards Mitch had got printed looked horny: either side of the name were two black gloved fists, underneath a mobile telephone number and the name and logo – MeatMassage – Heaven cums in your package.

He’d started putting the business cards in telephone boxes, public toilets and wherever he could do drum up business. He worked in a big city with lots of students and was hoping to attract the lads to his service. The first call he got sounded promising. From a lad called Darren.

‘How much is it and whatcha do?’ he asked on the phone. “For a first time customer, the rate is £40 and you can have whatever you want’ Mitch replied. A meeting was set up and Mitch waited for his new client.

The doorbell rang at 6pm that evening. Mitch opened it to find a tall, skinny lad with a traditional student look: bag over the head, skinny jeans, hoodie, hightop boots.

‘Alrite m8’ Mitch greeted him. ‘Come in’. The lad entered the house and Mitch closed the door behind him. ‘Ever done anything like this before?’ Mitch asked.

Darren shook his head. ‘No worries – let’s get upstairs’. The lad was a bit uncertain but, after dropping the bag in the hall, followed Mitch up the stairs to the front bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the bed was covered in black sheets. A small, low watt light bulb hung down from the ceiling. In the corner was a chair and by the bed a small bedside table. Lots of bottles of various lubes and oils were set out. In front of the bed, trained onto it was a video camera set up on a tripod.

On the bed itself was a neatly folded pair of green, polyester footie shorts. Darren sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Mitch to take the lead.


‘Right, m8’ said Mitch. “I offer a cock massage service. It’s designed to bring you to a state of orgasm without letting you shoot your load. If you relax and let yourself go, you will have a fucking lovely time’ he said, grinning. ‘As this is your first time, I charge you £40 which you must pay upfront. Do you want to try it?’

‘Yeah, OK’ said Darren, pulling out some notes from the back pocket of his jeans and handing them over.

Mitch took them with a question ‘Are you straight or gay?’ he asked. ‘Straight’ replied Darren.

‘Not a problem – it’s just nice to know from the start. You should get yourself undressed now – except for your sox and put on the green shorts. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Just make yourself comfy on the bed and relax.’ Mitch disappeared.

Darren pulled his hoodie off revealing a skinny chest which was still in good proportion. He slipped off his hightops and unzipped his jeans pulling them off and revealing that he was commando. He’d got no clean boxers that day. His cock was a good size at rest and dangled naturally between his long legs. He was wearing a pair of sports sox which were a couple of days old but doing the washing wasn’t something he was that keen on. He picked up the green shorts and slipped them. They were a reasonably tight fit and he could see the outline of cock underneath. The then got onto the bed and lay down facing the ceiling and waited.

Mitch returned and closed the door. Despite the fact that Darren was mostly undressed, it was warm in the room. Mitch switched the camera on and Darren’s cock jumped in the shorts. ‘All this will go on the website I am setting up’ said Mitch and Darren nodded.

‘Now just relax’ Mitch said and he started to massage Darren’s feet. The sox were a bit damp from wearing the high tops all day but Mitch didn’t appear to mind. He slowly started the massage around the foot and up the legs. These were lightly hairy. ‘Can I use a bit of baby oil?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, I suppose so’ replied Darren. Mitch took the bottle of baby oil from the side table and poured some on to Darren’s chest. He then started to massage it into his body taking care to caress the nipple areas so that they became erect. All the time, Darren’s cock was growing inside the tight-fitting shorts – he was clearly enjoying the experience.

Mitch moved his hands slowly down to Darren’s groin area just sliding his hands under the rim of the shorts and then darting back up the chest. He then returned to the legs, travelling upwards to the top of the legs along the inside of the shorts without touching Darren’s cock. He was deliberately teasing Darren who now let out the occasional moan. The shaft of his cock was now clearly outlined against the polyester. Mitch now cupped the base of shaft and held Darren’s bollocks gently warming them. He slowly moved his left hand up the now hardened shaft of the penis causing Darren to moan. He was careful not to move his hand both ways up and down the shaft. The point was to stop ejaculation so the movement of the hand was just up the shaft. Occasionally, he would stop the hand at the bell end just using his fingers to gently nuzzle the tip. Mitch could see the dark stain of precum seeping out onto the shorts. Darren was gently sweating and the baby oil was now glistening across his chest. His involuntary moaning was accompanied by the occasional ‘fuck’ from his lips.

‘Are you in heaven m8?’ asked Mitch grinning. ‘Oh yeah’ gasped Darren. ‘Have I got you in my control?’ asked Mitch. ‘Yeah!’ came the reply ‘Please let me cum!’.

‘Not just yet’ replied Mitch and the relentless massage continued up the shaft. Each caress of Mitch’s hand meant Darren was forced to focus on his cock. The precum was still oozing out and he could feel it against the tight-fitting shorts. He realised that Mitch was playing him like a violin. He’d shagged a couple of birds before but had never realised how much pleasure his cock could bring.

After a good 20 minutes, Micth relented. ‘Alrite m8 – I can bring you want you want.’ With that, he picked up a pair of black leather gloves – the kind he’d got printed out on his cards – and slipped them onto his hands. He then pulled the green shorts down to Darren’s knees and took hold of his cock between his leather gloved-hands. This time, he was pumping the shaft – methodically and in a kind of rhythm. Occasionally, Mitch would pull the foreskin up over the bell end and hold it there. He could feel the pumping of Darren’s cock beneath his hands and grinned. Whenever he did this, Darren let out a cry. By now, the cock was a good six inches – a really beautiful piece of meat. It wasn’t long before Darren shot his load high into the air, covering the black leather gloves with thick, creamy cum and letting out a huge gasp as he did so.

‘Fuck me’ gasped Darren. ‘That was fuckin great’ he said.

‘You’re welcome’ replied Mitch. ‘Tell your m8s about the service I provide’. He picked up a handful of baby wipes and carefully wiping the cum off his gloves. Meanwhile, Darren was picking up his jeans clearly intending to let the cum dry on his body as a reminder of his experience. He slipped the high tops back on, pulled on his hoody and left Mitch in the bedroom before leaving the house vowing to come back… Mitch switched off the camera knowing that he’d got a great movie for the site. Taking it to the computer, he started to download it whilst planning on how to develop his service even further…