He was genuinely worried.
“I’m solid, Joe. Don’t worry.”
“Erf. Solid, my ass… Well, I guess it gives me the opportunity to return the favour.”
“What do you mean?”
I tried to keep my composure in front of Joe but my lower back started aching for real.
“I threw my back the other day and you took care of it, you massaged it, applied the oil. It’s only fair if I do the same for you.”
“It’s really not necessary, I’m sure I’ll be…”
He cut me off.
“You know I have my principles and I’m a man of my word. I always say when someone does something for you, you need to return the favour sooner rather than later. Simple morals’ code. Go upstairs, I’ll take care of you.”
I hesitated.
Not that I did not want to go, but I knew I would be breaking the promise made to myself to keep things clean with Joe.
Although… He was only proposing to rub some cream on my back.
And he would be the one doing all the work…
Compared to the crazy shit we had done since I had taken care of Joe when he had hurt himself by falling in the shower tub, I decided that getting a quick massage was not that bad.
That made sense, even, that could relieve me from some of my pain.
Right?
“Ok… I… I guess this can help.”
“Now, go to your room. I’ll join you.”
This sentence alone gave me shivers. It did not mean anything in this context though. Maybe I was overthinking.
Fuck, surely, I was!
I did not say another word and walked upstairs.
I lied down in my bed, on my stomach, trying to reason myself.
A father-in-law, a boss, or even a friend could propose to smear cream on someone’s back to help him out. This was in the realm of what society would consider normal and acceptable. Right?
It was like helping a mate applying sun screen on the middle of his back where his hands could not reach.
No big deal.
Joe took his damn time. I waited a good ten minutes before he came into the room. I even thought that he had forgotten about me.
I was getting disappointed, – I wanted this back massage after all -, and hearing his distinctive steps behind me made me happy.
“What you think you’re doing Blakey?” He barked at me.
I turned my head to see him.
He was still only wearing his tiny grey boxer briefs, half of one of his balls hanging out, a bottle of cream in his right hand.
“You told me to go into my room.” I replied, like a child who would have been scolded by his teacher for failing his math test.
“I’m talking about your clothes, dummy, how I am supposed to apply the cream on you like this?”
“Oh… Right…”
He did not wait for me to act on it but instead, walked towards me and pulled my top off himself. He did not stop there; he pulled my shorts down and my underwear came with it.
“Better like this.” He commented.
“Joe… My underwear…”
“What? You’re not going to be a prude, aren’t you? We are way passed this point; don’t you think?”
To this, I had nothing to respond and I let him took my shorts and briefs off and I heard him throwing them on the other side of the room.
I was now fully naked, my bare ass exposed to Joe.
I gulped.
It looked like things would not be as tame as I was picturing them. Although, to be honest, I could have largely expected this but I let it happen anyway.
At the very least, in this position, I could hide my semi-hard dick growing on my front.
One thing I did not expect at all was how careful, and dare I say, tender, Joe would be with his hands.
I did not even think he was capable of using his large hands for anything else than rough manual labour but there, from the beginning of the massage, his touch was delicate, deep, and honestly, very satisfying.
I had to refrain from moaning a couple of times and at some point, as he kept rubbing the oil on my warm skin, going lower on my back, I felt so relax that I almost fell asleep.
Joe outdid himself, not only he applied the oil on my back, but he effectively massaged my entire body, from my toes which he rubbed for long minutes, to my neck and shoulders.
Who knew that he had it in him?
I came back to consciousness when he started focusing more specifically on my ass.
I did not stop him but I became more aware of what was happening as he was, at first, applying the cream on the top of my ass, but then fully groping me and even spreading my cheeks.
I wanted to say something but I was intent on pretending that I was sleeping so that my hard on — which I now could feel pressing against the sheets — would appear like the result of a dream I may have had (and not of his incredible handling of my sore body).
Silly, I know.
Looking back, there are tons of things that I find quite ridiculous in the way I reacted to Joe or rationalized our behaviour.
However, your mind would play tricks on you to make you accept things that your brain is not ready to come to terms with.
Getting your ass crack played with by your potential future father-in-law was definitely one of those things…
At one point, I felt the oil dripping against my asshole, like he was lubing it up.
I distinctively felt one finger and then two rubbing against my hole but Joe did not go as far as shoving them in my butt.
I am pretty sure this would have had me reacted. Or maybe, I would not have. The smearing was nice enough.
“Hey, Blakey, you’re still there?” Joe asked me after a while.
He had passed an awful lot on time on my ass but I could not say how long exactly.
“Yeah…” I mumbled.
I did not have to feign that I was semi-asleep, his deep massage had effectively fully relaxed me.
“I think I should finish up with your front. Giving you a proper massage, like a true professional.”
I was lost in my daze but I remembered my hard leaking cock.
“That’s okay, you’ve done so much already…”
“Boy, I’m very serious about my rule about returning the favour. I have to do this right. My honour as a man is at stake.”
I was trapped. I could not hide my erection forever anyway.
One thing which did reassure me was that Joe himself had gotten very hard when I had massaged him about a week earlier.
He had considered that this was totally normal at the time so maybe I was making a mountain out of a molehill (and to be clear, I am not comparing the size of my cock to a molehill here).
I turned around and revealed my very aroused state to Joe.
“Looks like your fall did not break your cock, soldier. Good news!” He chuckled at his own joke.
I laughed too.
“Sorry about that…”
He rolled his eyes and slapped my cock playfully.
It was the first time ever that he was touching it. Electric shocks sparked through my entire body.
“Stop apologizing for being a man, Blakey! How many times will I have to repeat this to you?!”
“Sorry!”
He slapped my hard cock again.
It only made it throb even more! Shit.
“Stop apologizing for apologizing! Man up!”
I was at a loss for words and I felt like any answer I would have given would be another opportunity for Joe to slap my cock.
I shut up and he resumed his massage, starting by the upper part of my body, my biceps first, and then my pecs, and my sensitive nipples.
This time, I could not refrain the moan.
“Hmmmm….”
“Oh yeah, I had forgotten your titties were this sensitive.” He pinched them to prove his point.