Ready for My Close-Up - Sex Stories

Ready for My Close-Up

... only sound was the sound of the oil squelching between Jake's hands and Ethan's back.

After a few minutes, Jake spoke.

"Tell me a secret," Jake said. "Tell me something you've never told anyone."

Ethan was resting his head on his crossed arms. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Jake's hands.

Ethan began talking. He didn't know where the words were coming from.

"My Dad died when I was young. I was ten, almost eleven. He had been a heavy drinker, and a few days before my eleventh birthday, he had a heart attack while driving. He drove into a neighbour's front yard and crushed their hedge. For years after, I'd see the hole in the hedge and think of him dying in his car."

"That's terrible," Jake said. He kept massaging for a moment, and then spoke again. "Keep going. How did this make you feel?"

Jake flipped around and began rubbing oil on Ethan's legs. Jake wasn't touching anything private, but the legs felt more intimate than Ethan's back. Ethan's dick was squashed beneath him, but he felt it stirring.

"I felt sad, of course. I felt embarrassed that I wasn't normal like other kids. That my father dying made us weird and strange. We were an object of pity. I had always been a quiet kid and this just made me not want to do anything with other people. Which made things worse, socially for me."

The pleasure from the massage was making it hard for Ethan to think. He paused to just feel Jake's hands running over his legs, and the warm ...

... pressure of Jake's ass on his lower back. The future and all of the things he had to keep in mind about the movie started to flee from his head. He couldn't even remember the worries he was having before. He just focused on how his skin and muscles felt like they were melting into the massage oil.

Ethan kept talking about his childhood and Jake massaged. After a few more minutes, they fell silent. Jake was massaging Ethan's feet. Ethan hadn't had a massage in awhile and he had forgotten how good it felt to have his feet gently manipulated.

Ethan began imagining what Jake's hard dick looked like. He imagined it standing straight, with a drop of cum dribbling from the top.

There was definite movement in Ethan's underwear.

"Flip over," Jake said. Jake stood up.

Ethan groggily flipped himself over. His underwear was showing growth, but the cannabis was putting him in a "fuck it," mood. He didn't care.

Jake put a hand towel over the top of Ethan's face. Only Ethan's mouth was left exposed.

"What's the secret part of this?" Jake sat down on Ethan's abdomen, facing away from Ethan's face. He began rubbing oil over the tops of Ethan's legs. If Jake rubbing the back of his legs was exciting, rubbing the front was instantly sending jolts of horniness through Ethan's body. It felt like the nerves in his legs were wired directly into his cock, and with Jake's gentle massaging, he almost felt like his crotch was being massaged. He could feel his dick thickening even ...