Georgie lay nervously in the center of the bed. The room was dim, and very plain, with a purely functional bed set up in the center of the room. Aside from the bed, the only other decoration that Georgie could make out were the two ornate bowls of incense burning in the corners of the room by the doors.
‘Just close your eyes and imagine whatever you’d like,’ the woman at the front desk had told him. She had smiled knowingly when he had showed her his new membership card and told her that it was his first time at the Fantasy Spa.
‘There are many facilities you might like to try,’ she had said, ‘but the most popular, what we’re really known for, are the fantasy rooms. Why don’t you start with that?’
And so here he was. Georgie closed his eyes and tried to think of what he wanted. Something sensual, and beautiful. Something sexy and exotic.
His eyes flew open abruptly when he realized that the fabric beneath him was no longer the course cotton it had been. It had changed suddenly to the smoothest, coolest silk. Georgie looked around in amazement to find that he was no longer in the same room he had entered, but in a lavish palatial bedroom. The bed he was now on was an ample futon with silk sheets and huge piles of embroidered silk pillows. Curtains of pink gauze hung on all sides of the bed, curtaining off the rest of the room, revealing only the fitful candlelight that dotted the expansive space.
Georgie ran his fingers over the smooth bed-sheets. They were a joy to touch! With a sigh of pleasure, he let the bathrobe he was wearing fall away from him, pushing it off the bed, and luxuriated in the sensation of his naked flesh against the amazing softness. The silk slid across his skin like cool water, caressed him like a lover. Georgie groaned and writhed on the amazing fabric, his pale skin contrasting well against the rich red color of the sheets.
Suddenly he heard a noise and stopped. The door had opened and closed. Georgie sat up in bed. In a moment, the curtain to his left was drawn aside, revealing an intensely handsome Arabian man. He was tall, with the body of an athlete. His skin was a deep bronze and his eyes were dark. His hair was jet black and short, lightly spiked. He was also completely nude. He gazed down at Georgie with his intense eyes, and Georgie felt as though he might melt where he sat.
The man leaned forward and knelt on the bed with one knee. He reached out to Georgie and ran his fingertips down the line of Georgie’s jaw. Georgie’s eyes fluttered closed with a sigh. “Welcome,” the man murmured. “Is everything to your liking?”
“Mmmm,” said Georgie positively as he felt the man move close. He opened his eyes and leaned forward for a kiss. The man’s kiss was searing, as though he was drawing fire directly out of Georgie’s body through his mouth. Georgie gasped as the mouth left his to travel down the length of his neck, tasting his skin.
The Arabian man took his time, working his way down Georgie’s body. Before long Georgie was writhing in pleasure, intensely excited. The Arabian man paused and looked up, smiling at the wanton tossing of Georgie’s head. Just then there was a creak as the door once more opened and closed.
The man on top of Georgie did not stop feasting upon his skin until the curtain drew back again. Another man stood there, amazingly similar to the first except for a few additional inches in height and long, flowing hair that dripped down his back and glistened in the firelight. The dancing flames also picked out a long scar that traveled across his collarbone and over his heart.
“My older brother,” said the man on top of Georgie. Georgie sighed as the newcomer moved onto the bed and sat behind him, pulling Georgie lightly backwards until Georgie’s head was pillowed on the man’s lap. The older brother ran his fingers through Georgie’s hair, combing it and massaging his scalp.
The younger brother continued his traveling down Georgie’s body, dipping his tongue lightly into Georgie’s navel, which made Georgie gasp and arch his back. He fisted his hands in the younger brother’s hair as the man’s tongue swirled around the outside and then dipped in, tonguing his bellybutton.
Georgie groaned and lifted his hips, and the younger brother slid two hands underneath Georgie and firmly grabbed his butt. The older brother meanwhile moved his hands down to Georgie’s neck, massaging and caressing.
Georgie gasped as the younger brother enclosed the very tip of Georgie’s member within his mouth, flitting his tongue back and forth and teasing Georgie to the point of hysterics. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of the shaft, stroking it lightly at the same time with his fingers. Georgie moaned and tossed his head to the side and as he did he noticed the older brother’s member, right next to where his head was pillowed on the man’s thigh.
With a pleased sigh Georgie turned his head and took the older brother’s penis into his mouth. He smiled and began to mimic the actions of the younger brother on his own member. When the younger brother stroked, Georgie stroked. When the younger brother sucked, Georgie sucked. When the younger brother finally stopped teasing and took all of Georgie’s length into his throat, Georgie groaned in pleasure and propped himself up on his elbows so he was at a proper angle to do the same to the older brother. The feeling of the penis sliding into his throat while such a skilled mouth worked on his own member was too intense, and Georgie orgasmed into the warm wet cavern that devoured him.
The older brother slowly withdrew his still hard penis from Georgie’s mouth, and Georgie lay panting on the bed for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then the younger brother urged him forward and brought his face up for another searing kiss, letting Georgie taste his own semen on the man’s lips. While Georgie was leaned forward kissing the younger brother, he felt the older brother shift positions behind him, moving so that he was lying back on the bed, his legs parted around Georgie’s hips.
Suddenly Georgie felt the older brother’s hands on him again, massaging his back. He glanced to the side and saw the brother reach beyond the pink gauze of the curtain to a small night-table, evidently dipping his fingers into some sort of bowl. He brought the fingers back and trailed them down Georgie’s back, leaving tracks of lightly scented oil in his wake. As he began to massage the oil into Georgie’s back, the scent wafted across Georgie’s senses, a spicy exotic smell that made Georgie think of sand and moonlight. He sighed in pleasure as the massage continued, while the younger brother kissed him hungrily and played with his hair.
Georgie felt himself starting to get hard again from the sensuous hands on his back. He sighed pleasantly as he felt the hands on his back begin to move lower. Finally two oil-slicked fingers probed at his entrance, circling the ring idly at first, then dipping in lightly. Georgie groaned as the first finger pressed deeply into him, moving inside. Then it withdrew and was replaced with two, which scissored inside of him, stretching him. He wiggled his hips slightly, trying to increase the sensation, but the fingers withdrew altogether. Georgie looked behind him and saw the older brother place his hands on Georgie’s hips, encouraging Georgie to sit back on top of the brother’s prone body, angling him so that he might impale himself on the older brother’s still wet phallus.
Georgie took a moment to position himself, then slid luxuriously backward, feeling the man’s penis part and stretch him. He felt a slow, sensuous pressure as the man’s length slid into him, opening him up and piercing him. Finally it was all the way inside and Georgie fell back, lying flush against the older brother’s body.
The older brother raised his hips upwards and in doing so, lifted Georgie’s body off the bed. Georgie was surprised for a moment, but then he understood as the younger brother grabbed Georgie’s legs beneath the knees and pushed them up and backwards. A second member was positioned at his already filled entrance. It began to push into him.
Georgie was used to being stretched, but something about the agonizingly slow way the younger brother pushed into him made him gasp and groan in tortured pleasure. It was an intense, powerful burn. Georgie lifted his hips, wanting more, but the younger brother continued at his own slow pace, entering him inch by inch until finally his sizeable member was completely encased in Georgie’s body. With the older brother behind him and the younger brother on top, they began to move, and Georgie groaned and panted as they slid deeply in and out of him.
The older brother reached around Georgie’s body and grasped Georgie’s member. His hands were still slick from the oil. He stroked Georgie generously as they fucked him. Not knowing what to do with his own hands, Georgie fisted them in the cool silk of the bedsheets, the luxurious sensation almost too much in the midst of so much pleasure.
Georgie felt the older brother come within him first, felt the way the body behind him stiffened as the man thrust his member forcefully into Georgie, burying himself to the hilt. Georgie himself was next, as the older brother pulled out of him and tugged a few more times on Georgie’s penis. And finally, after a few more powerful thrusts, the younger brother came inside him as well.
Georgie panted as the second man withdrew, and then felt the older brother’s hands on him once again. He sighed and turned over as the hands directed him, lying on his stomach and allowing the older brother to return to massaging his back. He heard the younger brother leave the bed and pad to the door, heard it open and close as he left. Georgie concentrated on the sheer sensuousness of the back massage. Between the warm, dreamy atmosphere of the room, soothing fingers on his skin, the silken sheets, and his recent orgasm, he soon felt his eyes fluttering closed, and he drifted off to sleep.