I have written many gay and bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing.
There are three parts to this short story and I'll publish them on here over the next few days.
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RUB IT - Part 2 of 3
I used my elbow to heave myself over, which wasn't easy on the narrow table. I jerked onto my back and my cock slapped noisily against my belly, just as Bob turned back to me. "Sorry!" I said, regretting, as I lay my head back, that I hadn't had chance to check out the status of the front of his shorts.
"It's all right" he chuckled. "It usually happens, don't worry." His hands hissed and squeaked as the new oil was spread about by stroking them together.
I felt a wet trickle of my own lubrication kiss my belly and I carelessly stroked my hand and darted it away when it met a substantial layer of pre-cum on my belly. I put my hands to my side and surrendered my exposed arousal to his eyes. Would his hands massage my hard length? Could I summon up the courage to ask him to do so?
His hands lifted up my left arm and worked over it up to my shoulder which he kneaded firmly. Next the right. A delicious contact, but all I could think about was a desired contact lower down my body. I felt I would burst if he did not service my arousal. How could I ask him to do it?
If I were that woman downstairs, I little doubted his fingers would service her and maybe more than his fingers!
He let my arms fall and his hands went to work gently on the thin layer of skin on my chest. I lifted my right hand up under the back of my head and parted my legs slightly in delicious relaxation.
With him standing by the side of the massage table alongside my chest, I took the opportunity to loll my head to one side and checked him out. His white vest clung to his sweaty chest. His arms glistened and the front of his white shorts had gone slightly grey with sweat.
Disappointingly his package seemed unchanged. His balls were griped by the gusset of his shorts, one either side, in slack scrotum mode. But the mound above was manly but unaroused.
"Take your vest off if it is too warm." I said, my voice huskier than normal
"It is warm." He agreed. "Is it a comfortable temperature for you?"
"Lovely!" I sighed as the palms of his hands stroked over my nipples.
"So long as you don't mind?" He said.
"I don't mind, go ahead."
His hands left my chest and hooked into the edge of his vest and lifted it up his chest.
I almost gasped out loud at the revelation of his smooth, ripped abs and his curvy pecs. I bit my lip as his arms were raised and his armpits revealed his dark, sweaty hair. Two tufts in each armpit with a sexy, smooth hairless gap right in the creased fold of his shoulders.
Over his head, he ripped his vest with that over-effort that muscular men seemed to exert.
He hung the vest on the shelving. His back was muscular and tapered to his waist deliciously. His shorts gripped his buttocks as if they wanted to burst out.
I wanted to suggest he ripped them off too, but didn't have the courage. This, no matter how exciting, was a straight massage, no sex involved and I feared such a suggestion would be inappropriate and could rapidly end the massage. I preferred the eroticism of this situation, even if it did not fully satisfy me.
He lubed up his hands again and stepped back to the table. I felt gloriously exposed to his professional gaze. Hand behind my head, armpit exposed, my chest rising and falling, my almost fully hard cock lolling, wetly on my belly and my legs parted.
Bob returned to massaging my chest, quite gently as if just invigorating the blood flow under my skin. My blood was flowing manfully in my hard shaft, while, head propped up I delighted in watching his muscular upper torso and his powerful arms.
His manly, dark beard shadow glistened grey. His upper arms were devoid of hair and his manly forearms glistened, sticking his dark hairs to his skin. He was getting quite a workout on me!
His chest, oh his chest! How I wished to run my own fingers over his smooth, suntanned skin just as his were running over mine.
I held my breath as his hands worked slowly down my upper stomach. What would he do when he got to my erection? The pressure of his palms increased as he left my ribcage and pressed my flesh.
Disappointingly his fingers slid around my sides and down to my hips. It felt strangely submissive to have his strong hands hold and press me around my hips, as if he was gripping vice-like, my pelvic area and my masculine zone.
I felt my hard dick swing around my belly while my stud rocked my body. It felt like I was rogering some delightful guy, but, in fact, all I was fucking was the air.
Bob lifted off his right hand while gently resting the fingers of his left on my right hip in order to maintain physical contact.
He reached for the oil and dribbled some warm drops onto my left thigh. The trickle was deeply sensuous. He put both big hands on my left thigh and pressed upwards to the top. His fingertips just tickled the side of my left testicle. My body rocked gently as he pressed up and down, forcing ripples of my flesh ahead of his motion.
I closed my eyes and put my hand to my side, to enjoy the sightless massage. Down my leg he squeezed and pressed. Over my calf and down to my foot for another delightful rub of my toes.
Drip, drip on my right thigh and his massage was repeated, his fingers again tickling my right testicle. I drifted off into some deep relaxation. Aroused but relaxed, as if this massage were some sort of tantric meditation.
Now one hand on each calf, he ran his hands up each leg, with him positioned between my feet again. His forearms were gliding up my shins as his hands went over my knees and up my thighs with little circular motions of his fingers.
My relaxed state had caused my cock to soften and as his left hand fingers went up my upper thigh, he gently lifted my soft length away and down over my balls, so that he could massage where my prick had laid.
I gave an involuntary gasp of an intake of air, at the feel of him touching me so delicately. Now his hands were massaging my belly and sliding through the layer of my pre-cum, mixing it delightfully with the oil.
Of course my cock rose and in flicks, jutted its way up into the air. His forearms and elbows were sliding gently up and down my thighs and I longed for his fingers to slip downwards and take up my dick for the final, ultimate massage.
Down his fingers slipped towards my desired target which was swinging up off my belly, swaying in the air with his motions. His hands circled around where my cock swung and slid down the crease between my pelvis and thighs.
"Argh!" I sighed when his fingertips touched the outsides of my ball-sack. They slid below and I relaxed and parted my legs a little more to give his probing digit access to the magic spot between my balls and my arse-hole. He massaged the soft area of flesh.
Boy! Bob was thorough! His tickling, rotating fingers slipped up and briefly
over my balls.
"Oh!" I sighed. His fingers were pressing over my pelvis. "There's only one place left to massage." I said as my cock flopped upwards onto my belly, rock-hard.
"Not part of the service, sir!" Bob's sonorous voice said good-humouredly.
"Pity." I said and Bob's hands withdrew their contact.
I opened my eyes and Bob's back was turned to me. His large buns were stretching his shorts and I wondered if an erection around the front was making them tighter.
As I got off the table, I said, "I realise you are not into doing me. But I can do you if you want." My heart was beating in my chest, like a scared rabbit.
Part 3 to follow shortly....