Quinton and Jarrod
This is a complete work of fiction, the characters are purest fantasy. Contained in this story is love and sex between consenting adults and in this case between men. If you are so narrow minded that this offends you, then go away. If you live in some backwards city/state/province/country where it is illegal for you to read this, then you should not be here anyway, so go away. This work is owned and copyrighted by the author, it may not be copied in whole or in part without the express permission from the author.
All of that aside, I hope you enjoy this story. It is a first attempt and if I get some feedback I will continue my efforts and further develop the story. You can email me at S_L_Cain@yahoo.com
Quinton and Jarrod
By SL Cain
Chapter 2
'To hell with modesty,' I thought to myself. I want him to work my lower back, butt, and upper legs really well so I might as well give him free access. Sitting in that chair for 10 hours does not do a body good. Besides, Quinton is one fine looking man, maybe I will get lucky and this will turn into that fantasy massage and we will end up back in his bedroom putting the energizer bunny to shame.' LOL
After Quinton had come back in the room and asked if I had any problem areas and I mentioned the tightness in my shoulders and back I just lay back down on the table and waited for the guy to work his magic. Getting a massage is one of my favorite (and few) self indulgences. Between working out to stay in shape and my hours spent in front of a computer screen, these massage sessions are just as beneficial as they are a treat.
When I was undressing I had noticed a warming pot off to the side. I was happy to realize that he used a heated lotion, that always feels so much better than cold oil or lotion. And then his hands touched my back, the warmth of the lotion and his hands immediately sending confusing signals of calmness and excitement throughout my entire body. But as he slowly started kneading and pulling my muscles I calmed down into the routine and was able to relax and let the tension of the day fade out of my mind as the stress was worked out of my body by Quinton.
Starting at my shoulders he worked his way down my back in long firm strokes and then alternated with shiatsu finger pressure up and down along my spine. Obviously the guy knew what he was doing and was versed in several different modalities. Occasionally he would ask me if the pressure was too deep but in my opinion it could never be too deep. After working my back and shoulders he started on my butt. Pure heaven! I may be 95% top but there is nothing better than getting your ass massaged by a hot guy. I think he worked my butt a bit longer than what would really be necessary, but you can just bet I wasn't going to complain, it just felt too good! Then on to my legs and then my feet.
When he first touched my left foot I tensed up a bit. My feet are very ticklish and I really didn't like anyone touching them, but his pressure was very firm and not in the least ticklish. God this was great. He worked the instep and up onto the balls of my foot using his thumbs and then back down to my heel and then repeated the process over and over until I was so lost in the pleasure that I lost track of what he was doing.
"Jarrod, let's go ahead and have you turn over onto your back." Quinton spoke softly and I could almost imagine that soft deep voice whispering almost identical words to me in bed.
I rolled onto my back and suddenly realized I was sporting wood. Relax,' I think to myself, Every guy gets a hard-on when he gets a massage.' And being the professional that he is, Quinton just ignored it and continued his work on my legs.
Next he came up to the head of the table and rested his warm hands on either shoulder. Slowly putting pressure on each, my arms started to rise slightly off the table. That felt great, releasing the pressure from the muscles and shoulder strain that I didn't even realize I still had. He did that a couple more times and then started working on my pecs with deep slow circles. I can only imagine how this guy would be in bed, is he just as slow and methodical in his lovemaking or does he act like an animal that has to long been restrained?
Before I knew it the massage was finished. Quinton told me to just lay there for a few minutes and that he would be right back to escort me to the shower. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew a warm hand was laying on the center of my chest and a soft voice asked me, "How are we doing?"
"Quinton that was fantastic. Just throw a blanket over me and set an alarm for 6," I chuckled.
"Now there is an idea, maybe I should start charging overnight rates." He said.
"I will happily pay, but if you are going full service then I expect a soak in a hot tub to be thrown into the bargain." I said, continuing the light banter. The sexual arousal I had felt earlier was gone by this point and I was just in that happy euphoria that I usually find myself in after a really good massage. I didn't want this feeling to end anytime soon, but I also realize that I have to get up and get showered off.
"Well, I don't think this table would make for the most comfortable of beds, but if you want to get showered off I do have a hot tub out back that you are more than welcome to soak in for a little while. It makes for a great spa experience when you can get a massage and further enhance the experience with a hot soak afterwards." Quinton replied.
"I don't want to put you to any trouble Quinton, I am sure you have other clients or other things that you need to do."
"Nonsense," he said, "Don't be stubborn, get your studly butt off of the table and let's get you rinsed off. If you like, I can grab us a couple of beers and we can both soak in the hot tub for a little bit."
"If you're sure I'm not putting you to any trouble, than I would be happy to take you up on the hot tub, beer and company."
"Then it's settled," Quinton said as he helps me slowly sit up on the table and then after getting my bearing and letting the blood flow return a bit more to normal stepping off the table and following him to the bathroom and to a shower that was already running.
'I can't believe I made it through the entire session without making a fool of myself.' Quinton was thinking to himself after having left Jarrod in the shower and then heading to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. He popped each of the beers into a bottle cozey and then went out the patio door to check that the hot tub was turned on. He flipped the patio lights on as he was going out the door.
As he sat on the side of the hot tub, idly letting his hand splash back and forth in the hot water, his mind wandered over the details of the massage he had just given to the handsome man who was even know soaping up his muscular body in the shower. The man has incredibly broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist, powerful back, and those lats were incredible. He was going to have to ask Clay what exercises he needed to do to build up his own lats like that. Jarrod surprised him when he rolled over and was sporting a healthy 6 inch and thick hard-on. He was so nonchalant about it, that kind of confidence is just one more point in that man's favor. It was all Quinton could do to stay professional and work around the throbbing dick as he worked the mans abdominal muscles and his thighs.
"If I had a penny^Å"
Quinton starteled and turned towards the house. "Hey! I didn't hear you come out Jarrod."
"Yeah, you looked pretty lost in thought there for a moment. Good thoughts? If I had a penny I would give it to you so you would share them with me."
"Nah, my thoughts are worth more than a penny. Guess you will have to go back to work tomorrow and earn a few more, then maybe we will negotiate." Quinton laughed at Jarrod's light sense of humor.
"You ready for the hot tub?" Quinton asked Jarrod.
"More than ready, this is going to feel so great." Jarrod replied.
"Slide on in and I am going to go rinse off real quick, then I will join you."
"Uh, Quinton, I'm not sure if you thought about this, but I don't have a suit to wear in the hot tub^Å."
"Come on Jarrod, I just saw you in the all together just a few minutes ago. Just toss that towel you got wrapped around your waist over that chair and slide into the hot water."
Quinton watched as Jarrod modestly turned a bit sideways and removed the towel, once again revealing to his hungry eyes the body that his dream man possessed. `I need to stop obsessing over this man, he is only here on business and then will be gone again. It can't lead anywhere and I am not breaking my code of ethics as a massage therapist just so I can get my rocks off." Quinton thought to himself as he devoured the sight of Jarrod stepping in to the hot tub and slowly lowering his body into the hot bubbling water.
"Here's your beer, hope Rolling Rock is ok with you." Quinton said, handing the beer over to Jarrod.
Jarrod reached up from the water and accepted the bottle of beer, "Rolling Rock is fine by me, I'm not a beer aficionado but I do like the clean taste that this one has.'
"Good, enjoy it then while I pop in the shower and rinse off." Quinton told Jarrod and then headed back into the house. He went back to his room and stripped off his clothes and went into the bathroom that was connected to his room. Turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature level he then stepped in and made quick work of soaping up his body and then rinsing off again. Quinton didn't want to waste any more time than necessary in the shower with a guest out in the hot tub. Well, if he was going to be honest with himself, he didn't want to lose any more time than he had to so that he could spend more time soaking in the hot tub with the gorgeous naked man who was sitting out there waiting for his return.
Grabbing a towel from the towel bar, he just swiped the dripping water from his face and sopped up some extra moisture from his hair. Then wrapping the towel around his waist he went back out to join Jarrod.
Quinton stopped just outside the patio door and gazed at Jarrod. He was almost totally submerged under water with his head lying back against the side of the hot tub, eyes closed. You could almost see the peace and relaxation flowing around him.
"I hope I'm not interrupting, but would you mind if I broke your solitude and joined you?" Quinton joked.
"Please do, the only thing that can make this experience even better is to have an incredibly sexy man share it with me." Jarrod replied.
Quinton blushed lightly at the compliment and then took the towel from around his waist and tossing it onto another chair, he grabbed his beer from the side table and then climbed into the hot tub as well.
As he lowered himself into the water and stretched out, his leg came into contact with Jarrod's. He decided that since the hot tub wasn't really that big that it was inevitable for them to both be in there and not have something be in contact with the other person, so he left his leg there. Ok, so maybe he was justifying the contact, but what the heck, it wasn't like Jarrod was pulling his leg away from the contact either.
"Enjoying yourself?" Quinton asked Jarrod. "It really is nice to soak in a hot tub after a massage, it helps the blood circulate and the heat from the water also helps those tired muscles we worked to slowly relax and settle down."
"Yeah, this is great," said Jarrod. "I like to hit the sauna and then the hot tub after a hard work out, but I don't often take the time. I haven't ever taken a soak after a massage though, but I can already tell this could be very habit forming."
"So you get a massage on a regular basis then?" Quinton asked.
"Yeah, a fairly regular basis anyway, but not as often as I probably should." Jarrod continued to explain, "When I first started working out at the gym I got 5 free sessions with one of their personal trainers. The trainer mentioned getting a massage after a good workout as helping the muscles to accept the punishment we were putting them through. I felt like it was more of a sales pitch to get me to spend more money with them but after a week of being sore from head to toe I decided to give the massage therapist there a try. So I gave the gym a call and set up a massage appointment for after my next workout. That day when I went I worked through my usual routine then went and showered off and headed to the massage rooms on the other side of the gym. When I got there and checked in I was a bit surprised to find the person giving me the massage was a lady. Honestly, I never even thought of that, so I was a bit nervous going in. She was ultra professional and really nice and it took no time at all before she had me on the table and half way to heaven. It was a bit sore at first but after the initial discomfort she got my muscles to relax into the massage and the rest was history."
"That's great, and I can understand why you thought your personal trainer was trying to up sell you into other services." Quinton said, "But now you can see the benefits of it. Getting a massage really helps reduce the soreness you get the following day after a hard workout. It's not necessary for everybody that works out, but anybody on a gaining routine or even a fat reducing routine would find it very beneficial. But then, it's not like I need to sell you on it, you are already sold."
"You got that right. I am a signed, sealed, and delivered believer in massage." Jarrod said, "I think that's why I picked up that paper this afternoon. I wasn't really thinking about it, I just picked it up on my way into the café. But after browsing through some of the articles I flipped right back to the advertisements and spotted your ad. My body knew that a massage was just what I needed to help me make it through these next few days."
"I really hate to break this up Jarrod, but we have been in here almost an hour, and I don't know about you, but I am starting to feel liked a boiled lobster." Quinton laughed, but truly did regret ending the time he had with this beautiful man, just chatting and laughing with him.
"Yeah, you're right, I need to get out of here and head back to my hotel and get some rest. I have a feeling it is going to be a very long day again tomorrow at the office." Jarrod replied as he rose up in the hot tub and started making his way out. Stepping onto the patio he picked up his towel from the chair and started to dry himself off. He didn't dare turn around and see Quinton doing the same because he knew he wouldn't have the barrier of the water to camouflage his desire from this sexy man.
Little did Jarrod know that Quinton was almost grateful that he didn't turn around, it gave him the chance to once again admire the length of well toned body that Jarrod had to offer. Quinton quickly dried himself off while sneaking glances at Jarrod, then wrapping the towel around his waist he headed to the patio door with the empty beer bottles. Jarrod was following him as he stepped into the house. While Jarrod veered off to the massage room to get dressed Quinton headed towards the kitchen to toss the bottles into the recycling bin before heading back to his bedroom to get dressed.
It was only a matter of minutes before the two men reappeared in the living room. "It's been really great getting the opportunity to meet you and chat." Quinton was at a little bit of a loss, he seriously did not want Jarrod to walk out of his life at this moment with the chance of never seeing him again. He knew that the man didn't live here in town and that only made matters more confusing to him. But he just felt so incredibly connected and drawn towards Jarrod. "It really was a pleasure to work on you and I hope you get the chance to come see me again while you are here in town."
"The pleasure was all mine, truly." Jarrod said in reply to Quinton. "The massage was incredible and I really appreciate you extending your hospitality and letting me enjoy the hot tub and your company. I can't guarantee how much free time I am going to have over the next few days, but as soon as I see how things are shaping up you can just bet I will give you a call if I think I can get away."
"That's great Jarrod." Quinton said as he extended his hand out towards Jarrod for a handshake. Much to his surprise though, he was engulfed in a bear hug from his sexy client. Not that he was going to complain one little bit. It was an incredible feeling to be encased in this strong man's embrace, one that Quinton could quickly and easily form an addiction to. That feeling of connection inside was just that much stronger now.
Jarrod released Quinton from the impulsive hug and then said, "Oh, here, before I walk out of here and forget." He said as he handed Quinton the folded money he owed for his massage. "I look forward to seeing you again."
"Thanks Jarrod, same here." Quinton replied as Jarrod stepped out the open door and headed towards his rental car. He watched Jarrod get in and start the car and with a final wave backed out the drive and headed off towards his hotel. `I know it's silly to be so infatuated with a guy after only having seen him for a couple of hours, and half that time with the man not saying a word. But that man is a part of me, I can't really explain it. Hell I don't even understand it a bit, but somehow I know we belong together. Why does he have to live in another state though?' Quinton was thinking as he headed back to the massage room to gather up the linens and straighten the room.
After getting the washing machine going with the load of linens he grabbed another beer and headed for the living room. He dropped in one of his favorite meditation CDs and just relaxed back on the couch, trying to let his mind go and just feel the music instead. It wasn't easy trying to not think about Jarrod, but for his own peace of mind as well as knowing he had to relax or he would never get to sleep tonight, he was finally able to sink into his routine and just let his mind drift with the soothing sounds from the CD player. 'If it is meant to be he will come back into my life, until then I just can't dwell on it.'
There is chapter two for you. I really appreciate the feedback I have gotten from some of you. It really helps keep me interested in continuing the story. By now you have noticed that this isn't a quick jerk off story. This story is located in the Beginnings section for a reason. Quinton and Jarrod are at the very beginning of something, although right now neither of them know just what it is. The major obstacle of distance keeping them from thinking that anything truly meaningful can ever happen between them. But little do they know that distance is the least of the obstacles that they have to deal with. I would appreciate hearing back from you readers to help keep me inspired. Also, please consider making a donation to Nifty to help keep this free service going, you can donate any amount you want so it's not like it's going to break your bank. Please send me some feedback at S_L_Cain@yahoo.com and be sure to put Q&J< in the subject line so it doesn't get deleted by mistake. Thanks SLC