Dad's Drawers - Sex Stories

Dad's Drawers

... the next room was a hormone-tortured boy, who would welcome some relief. The trick was to move cautiously - and leave myself an out - if I was so very, very wrong.......... It had been almost two weeks, since mom had put a stop to my nightly exhibitionism. I was frustrated as hell, but just couldn't think of any way to move things along. At one point, I was so desperate, I was kneeling in front of my parent's bedroom-door in the middle of the night, thinking about sneaking in and giving Dad a blow-job while he was asleep. But the fear of embarrassment, should I get caught stopped me - barely. Mom was out again, and I was lying on the bed - trying to come up with a new plan to get at Dad's dick - when he walked in, his face contorted in pain. "Zack, I think I've pulled something in my lower back. Can you give me a massage?" Alright - this had possibilities! Dad pulled off his polo-shirt and lay on the bed, wearing only his shorts. I had a much-used bottle of baby-oil in my drawer and poured some on his back. Then I started rubbing it. I don't know if you can call it a massage, since I didn't know what I was doing, but Dad sighed and seemed to relax, so I guess it wasn't all bad. After a while, he said: "Lower, Zack. It's my lower back, that's the problem." So I concentrated on the area just above his shorts, until he said: "You're getting there, but it's just below there, I think." Well, I tried to pull his shorts down a bit, but they were too tight, so I asked Dad to ...

... undo the top buttons. "I'll just take them off, then you can reach." As he sat up and dropped his shorts, I instinctively looked away and then kicked myself.......... When I lay back down, I was discouraged and embarrassed. I had hoped the boy would sneak a peek, but seemed totally disinterested, as he gazed off into space. I figured, I'd let him massage me for another two minutes - just for form's sake, and then slink out of his room. He started on my lower back and slowly worked his way below the waist of my y-fronts. "Your undies are getting all oily - I'll just lift them out of the way." Was it my imagination - or was there a catch in his voice? I played it safe - and didn't move, as he pulled the back of my undies all the way below my cheeks. Then he resumed massaging my "sore" area. I couldn't be sure - but there might have been a tremble in his fingers. His massage took in a larger and larger area, until he was rubbing all the way from the small of my back, over my butt-cheeks, and back up the sides. Time to give him a little encouragement: "Zack, that feels great, but you've got oil running down into my crack. It tickles - can you wipe it off?" I expected him to grab some tissues, but he used his finger instead - running it down into my crack three or four times, before continuing the massage. A minute later, I felt more oil running between my cheeks. "Oops!", he croaked. and ran his finger down my crack again. By now, I felt reasonably sure that we were on the same ...