Chapter 55
“You’re enjoying it,” Daryl said. And, from the erect pole tenting the sheet at Mitch’s crotch, it was very obvious he wasenjoying it, every minute.
Before Daryl returned to the massage, he took a moment to strip off his clothes. Instead of folding them neatly on the stool as Mitch had, though, he left them in a pile on the floor where it fell. He fondled his dick and balls a moment, just enough to get things started, then opened a drawer on the side of the massage table and found a tube of warming oil. He squirted a liberal dollop in his hands and rubbed them together, the oil warming to his touch. Then he began kneading Mitch again.
Daryl worked the tension out of Mitch’s muscles, starting with his left arm and leg. He did his best to ignore the stiff dick under the sheet—that part he’d save for last. But he massaged the oil around Mitch’s left nipple, tweaking and pinching until the tender bud was red and swollen and Mitch moaned with want. Working his way down, Daryl concentrated on Mitch’s fingers, slathering them with the oil, then spent as much loving care on Mitch’s feet, massaging each toe, as well.
Mitch drew in a quick breath as Daryl’s thumb strummed up his insole. The sheet quivered as Mitch’s cock jerked and curved in response. So therewas a new erogenous zone Daryl hadn’t realized might elicit a response from his lover. Daryl mimicked the move and saw a damp spot discolor the sheet right above the tip of Mitch’s dick.
His lover was close to losing it, but Daryl didn’t want to rush through with the best part. So he turned his attention to Mitch’s calf and thigh muscles, first those on the left leg, then those on the right. Then he worked his way around the table and up along Mitch’s right side, fingers palpating as he went. It was a standard, full-body massage, but there were little differences he pulled out just for his lover. The hand darting between the thighs to rub Mitch’s scrotum, the slicked finger dipping lower to press against Mitch’s puckered asshole, the hearty squeeze at the base of Mitch’s cock to keep him interested before Daryl moved on.
On the other side of the table now, Daryl spent as much time and attention on Mitch’s right arm and hand and nipple as he had on the left. This time, though, Mitch was closer to release, and when Daryl pinched his nip, his cock didn’t just flicker under the sheet. Instead, his hips rose up, thrusting, wanting, eager for release.
“Yes,” Mitch sighed. His hand closed over Daryl’s in a steely grip. “God, you’re teasing the hell out of me! If you’re going to get me, do it now, will you? I can’t hold back much longer.”
Daryl joked, “Spoilsport.”
He moved behind Mitch’s head and leaned over his lover to claim an upside-down kiss. It was just as erotic as the movies made it seem, and Daryl felt a heaviness in his groin as his own erection went from half-mast to yes, sir!Into Mitch’s mouth, he murmured, “Roll over, lover. Here comes the best part.”
Mitch did as he was told. The narrow table made it difficult, but Daryl assisted him. Before Mitch could lay down on his stomach, Daryl hurried around the side of the table and caught his jutting dick as it bumped beneath him. “Careful, babe. Don’t want to lose this.”
Daryl rubbed Mitch’s length, lubricating it well with the oil on his hand. Mitch thrust into his lover’s palm as he held himself up off the table on his hands and knees. “God, it isn’t going to last long if you keep playing with it,” he growled.
Daryl smacked his bare ass. “Then down, boy. I have plans for you.”
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On his stomach, Mitch lay with his head cushioned by a round, padded pillow with an opening for his face. His cock was a fierce ache throbbing against his stomach, and no position he tried seemed comfortable. Daryl guided his arms to his sides, then tapped the bottom of his buttocks enough to make Mitch jump. “Up.”
Mitch raised his ass in the air, one hand straying under him to tug on his swollen dick. He wanted release, and he wanted it now.
But Daryl pulled his hand away. “No playing with yourself,” he chastised. “That’s my job.”
“You’re good at it,” Mitch joked, his voice muffled by the padded pillow.
That earned him another slap on the ass.
Mitch tried to lower his rump, but Daryl warned, “Not yet.” Something warm and heavy slid beneath Mitch’s belly—the wedge cushion he’d removed earlier was tucked under Mitch for support. It raised his hips without any strain on his muscles, and his cock now lay alongside the end of the cushion, no longer trapped beneath his body. Daryl toyed with his balls a moment, tickling them, then ran a finger along the underside of his dick, making Mitch writhe with delight.