“Thanks,” he says, slowly spreading his palms across my shoulders. “It’s memory foam.”
His touch feels like fire on my skin. I close my eyes and let out an involuntary moan.
“That’s it, Nick. Let yourself melt into the feeling.”
He applies gentle pressure to my shoulders, rubs his hands across my neck, then glides down my back in slow sweeps. His hands run all the way down my body, stopping just before he reaches the band of my jockstrap. Then he moves up again and rubs circles with his palms.
“You’re not what I expected, Andre,” I say.
“How’s that?”
“You’re always kind of bossing people around,” I confess.
“I like to be in charge. Is that so wrong?”
I turn my head to see he’s standing close to my face, and the protrusion in his pants is quite evident. “I guess not,” I whisper hoarsely.
He chuckles. “You’re a lot different than I expected, too. Always the party boy, always on the go.”
“I don’t like to stick around too long.”
“Why do you think that is?” he asks.
“Because I have places to be.”
“Big Nick Energy is hard to contain,” he offers.
I nod my head against his impossibly soft bed. “Exactly.”
“And yet, I have you contained and under my control.” A smile pulls on his lips as I look up at him. “Don’t worry, Nick. It’s okay. Sometimes it feels good to let go. Let someone else in the driver’s seat.”
“I could say the same to you.” His hands work their way down to my jockstrap again. I kind of wish he would breach the barrier. The unspoken line that’s been drawn. But he never drifts past my waistband. “Maybe when this is over, you should take a turn in chastity.”
“Maybe,” Andre agrees with a light laugh. “But I’m not the one who always has my dick out.”
“Maybe you should,” I say without thinking.
He smiles down at me. “Would you like me to move lower?”
I close my eyes and nod. He stops rubbing my back. I hear him grab the bottle of oil, pop the cap and coat his hands with more liquid. I don’t dare look at him. If I keep my eyes closed, this will all be like a dream, just a fantasy, with the sweet smells that surround me and the luxurious comfort of his bed.
Now warm hands are on my bottom. I hold my breath as I experience the strange new sensation. It’s nice. Andre works my glutes, kneading his fingers into my muscles. I relax into the feeling, letting my mind drift.
Soon his fingers find their way to my darkest hidden places. I wanted him to wander there, but I would never ask. He gets to work massaging my hole. I’m tender and sensitive there. His touch is incredible.
“Is this okay?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Now all his attention is focused on this one small region. Yet the feeling radiates all through my body. He probes gently against my tightness, dipping his fingertips inside ever so carefully.
I sigh into the wonderful sensation. My cock twitches, pushes out another fat glob of sticky frustration. There’s nowhere to go, and nowhere to grow. My foot-long is worthless, locked away in its little jail cell.
I let the frustration pour out of me, like warm waves on a beach, as they ebb and flow to other spaces in my body. All that energy seems to pool in the heat between my legs. I feel my hole relaxing as Andre works it into a warm, pliable doorway.
And just like that, his thick finger slips inside me. I shudder as he sweeps along my sweet spot. Oh, how I’ve missed that feeling. It’s only been one day, but holding out hope that I’d get to feel it again is the only thing that’s kept me from falling apart.
“I want more,” I whisper.