Chapter 1

It seems a lifetime ago; my first job was in my dad’s factory. It was his rule, you can come and work in the family business but you have to start at the bottom; there would be no easy ride, no cushy jobs for the kids. My older brothers had both done the same, working their way through the departments, and gaining experience. They had both become managers with one of them running one of the family factories in London.

So, at the age of just sixteen, I left school on a Friday and started humping boxes and loading trucks in the company warehouse on the following Monday.

I worked with a team of five other guys, they all knew who I was but it did not stop them from having fun at my expense, I was the tea boy, the sandwich fetcher, the one that ran the bets to the bookies and got the fags from the corner shop. My brothers told me it was part of growing up and also it showed that the other lads had accepted me as just one of the boys, not the boss’s son.

When it came to the work, I tried to keep up with them but between them, they had thirty-five years’ worth of experience and they knew how to lift and stack.

They worked as a team; they knew exactly what the others were about to do.

After a few months, I found that I had muscles developing where I never even knew that muscles existed. Every day was the same, trucks came in and trucks went out and we unloaded and loaded.

In those days there were no stacker trucks, no conveyor belts just trolleys and hard graft. From seven in the morning until five at night we humped boxes in and out of that bloody factory.

One day one of the older guys, big Bob, was helping me unload some boxes of equipment, they were heavy and it took a lot of graft and grunt to move them onto the trolley before they could be moved into the factory.

We had moved around a dozen of the boxes when Bob’s footing went on a damp patch on the floor and he slipped over, leaving all the weight for me to try to struggle with.

There was no way I could hold it up on my own I dropped the box and nearly chopped off my toes as it hit the deck. I felt a pull in my back but being the youngster, I tried to laugh it off. Bob was very apologetic, and I told him not to worry about it, these things happen. It was not until the following day that I felt the pain in my back, at first a twinge then a really sharp pain, but I carried on working just the same. That, I realised later, was a huge mistake.

It was during the afternoon tea break that one of the guys noticed I was guarding my back and he asked what was up, I told them I was feeling a bit sore after the accident and they all told me I was soft and took the piss out of me for the rest of the day. It was a Friday, and I thought a bit of rest over the weekend would sort me out.

Over the weekend I had two hot baths and tried not to do anything to aggravate the injury but it was still aching.

Monday morning came around far too quickly and I was still feeling sore, the guys noticed and gave me the lighter jobs, filling in the dockets and running more errands to keep me away from the heavy work.

At the end of the shift as they did sometimes the lads went to the pub, and I tagged along. As Bob went to the bar to order the drinks one of the other guys, Matt, asked if I was okay, I told him that my back was still giving me problems.

He told me that I should get Mona’s number from Bob and laughed. All the guys laughed and when I asked why they told me that Mona was a physiotherapist and masseuse that Bob had found when he had strained his back the year before, one of the guys said she had healing hands and after a session with her, I would not even remember having a bad back.

To me that sounded promising!

I asked Bob about Mona as we sipped our pints of best bitter and he looked around the table, before asking me if I was sure I wanted to see her. I said if it helps my back get better, I will do anything. He slipped a pen from his pockets and scribbled a number onto the beer mat. As I pocketed the number there were a few giggles from the others, but I ignored them. I guess I was still too young to see that I was the butt of a joke.

It was two days later that I slipped into a telephone box on the way home and called Mona; she sounded nice and was sympathetic as I explained my back problem. We arranged a session the following evening and I noted her address down. I told the guys over our afternoon tea that I had arranged to see her, and they all laughed saying I would feel like a new man after a session with the lovely Mona. The joke still did not click.

I walked over to Mona’s after work and knocked on the door of her old Victorian house. It took her five minutes to open the door. To be honest, my nerves had started to kick in and I nearly walked away, but when she opened the door, I was glad I had not.

She was around forty, blonde and well-built. Her makeup was a little on the heavy side, but I would have said in her day she was an absolute stunner. She was dressed in a white smock coat and high heels, with white tights like the American nurses we saw on TV. She had wide hips and I could see from the swell of the smock; she had a fair old pair of tits on her.

We did the introductions and she offered me a cup of tea, which I accepted. We sat in her kitchen and she told me the different services she offered. There were basic packages leading onto the full-service two-hour deluxe package, so I decided to take that one. It was expensive but hey in for a penny in for a pound...

I handed over the cash and she stashed it away.

After we had finished the tea Mona led me upstairs to the treatment room, it was a big room with a proper massage table as well as a bed and a side room that she told me was the bathroom.

“Okay,” she said, “As you have come straight from work, I think a shower is in order for you young man!”

She gave me a couple of clean towels and then led me to the bathroom and told me to shower then lay face down on the treatment table with a towel around my waist, and with a wink, she was gone.

Ten minutes later she walked back into the treatment room and found me exactly where she had asked me to be. I have to be honest and say I was a little nervous.

Although I had dated girls I had never had more than the odd fumble under the jumper, one girl at our school leaver’s party hand had wanked me off but that was all I had ever done, and being almost naked with an older woman was a very new experience for me.

Mona asked me if I was ready and I told her I was, and she switched on the radio, filling the room with classical music. She started by pouring oil into her hands, then stroking my shoulders and neck. As soon as her warm soft hands touched my flesh, I felt my cock stirring beneath me. She was good all right, her hands kneaded and caressed my flesh, she moved down slowly really working my muscles and every now and then remarking that she could feel tension or knots and she worked at those areas more thoroughly.

She varied the pressure, varied the style, sometimes it was just the balls of her hands sometimes the tips of her fingers. The sensation was amazing, I felt the pain drifting away and a new sensation took over, she was making me horny.

I felt her stroking low down on my back and was startled when the towel was removed from my midriff and she started to stroke and squeeze my buttocks, at one point her nails raked over my skin and I was sure I would blow my load there and then. I felt her hands stroking all over my legs gently tickling my inner thighs and the back of my knees. The silence in the room apart from the radio was eerie but at the same time exciting.

Her hands lifted off me and the music stopped, she had turned the radio off. Then I heard the oil being squirted onto her hands and once again her hands started to massage me, kneading, fondling, and stroking.

“Have you got a girlfriend?” she asked, and I replied that I was not really seeing anyone. At the same time, I felt her hands massaging my inner thighs, I gasped as the tips of her fingers brushed over my balls.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” she asked, and I replied that I had had a few dates but nothing serious.

“So, are you a virgin?” she asked and that took me by surprise, and I stuttered a little before telling her I was.

“Well, I had better be careful then,” she sighed “We don’t want any accidents.”

I felt myself blushing was it that obvious, my dick was already as hard as steel, and I was nervous about rolling over when Mona was ready to massage my front. I felt her hands lift from me...

“I need more oil,” she told me and with a cheeky slap on my ass, she left the room. I took the opportunity to adjust myself; my erection was making it very uncomfortable to lie on my front.

When Mona walked back into the room, I was looking the other way and I only knew she was back when her soft warm hands started to stroke my thighs, she worked the flesh moving upwards towards my ass. Every now and then I felt a feather-like brush on my balls as her hands worked the inner thigh muscles. I clamped my legs shut...

“Hey Zak, just relax and you will enjoy it more “she whispered and then her hands parted my legs wide.

I was sure my balls were now in full view. Mona’s hands moved up my inner thigh and this time quite deliberately she cupped and stroked my balls, rolling them in her hands. As one hand played with my balls, I felt her stroking one finger down the crack of my arse.

Then I felt her lips on the taut skin of my buttocks and her finger pressed harder, opening my buttocks, and pressing against my asshole. I was sure I was about to cum. Her lips and teeth were all over my buttocks kissing and nibbling, my right hand still stroking my ball bag which was getting tighter and tighter.

“You have such a peachy young bum Zak!” she giggled, and my heart raced.

This was as close to sex as I had ever been and I was sure that within a second it would be over with me making a real mess of her treatment table, and then with a sigh from Mona as quick as it started it ended. I felt her stand up and she told me to turn over. I knew that with no towel over my groin, my hard dick would be on display.

I hesitated a while too long I guess, and she must have realised why.

“Come on rollover, I have seen a cock before you know!” she sighed impatiently.

And with that, I rolled over, my cock pointed at the ceiling, its tip shiny with precum. And I closed my eyes, worried about what she might say or do.

“Nice cock,” she purred “Now as this big thing is getting in my way, I think I should deal with it first before I massage your front.”