Touch Me (2 page)

Jeremy studied a rip in the knee of his faded jeans. “I have thought about it. Not suicide,” he hastened to add. “About maybe being bi-sexual. I’m going away to college in the fall. Leaving town. It means I can be who I need to be.”

“Running away is not always the answer. What about friends? Family?”

“Geez, I don’t even know for sure yet. I’ll deal with it if I have to, okay?”

Erik removed his hand from Jeremy’s thigh and sat back in his chair, contemplating the young man. He had helped many men on their way to understanding their sexuality over the last few years, but none had been this young. As mature as Jeremy seemed, Erik was still hesitant. But something about the kid drew him in. It had since he first responded to Erik’s post. Somewhere along the line this had become more than just another monthly special session, more than another story for George. Deep down inside, he wanted to be the one to initiate Jeremy. Wasn’t that why he had invited the kid down in the first place?

Erik sighed, decided. “The only rule in here is that you warn me when you’re close to coming. Don’t want you going off too soon. Agreed?”

Jeremy nodded vigorously.

“Okay, then.” He showed Jeremy the adjoining bathroom and told him to shower and get ready. “When you’re done, leave your clothes in there and come on out.”

While Jeremy showered, Erik lowered the lights further, lit some scented candles and queued up the tranquil classical music he used for all his sessions. The water seemed to run for a long time. Just when he wondered if Jeremy had changed his mind, the shower turned off. A few minutes later, he emerged with a towel around his trim waist.

Erik tried to maintain his usual professional detachment as he looked Jeremy over. He saw bodies all the time. Fat, thin, old, young. Mostly he viewed them as a collection of muscles and ligaments. Jeremy’s body was young and firm; a true swimmer’s build—lightly muscled as though he was used to exercise, but not so much that it appeared he worked out. His chest was hairless except for a wispy treasure trail that began at his navel and disappeared beneath the edge of the towel. His shoulders were broad, his arms long and gangly—like he was still growing into his body. Erik’s arousal continued to build, his cock swelling in appreciation.

“No tats,” he observed. “I like that.”

“I wanted to. But I couldn’t decide what to get. I didn’t want something I’d regret later.”

“Good call. You’ll need to lose the towel,” Erik commented.

Jeremy’s hands hesitated at his waist but then quickly tugged the towel lose and dropped it on the chair. Pink splotches flared on his chest, but he didn’t move to cover himself, just let Erik continue his perusal. His dick was cut, nestled soft and pink in a thick bush a shade darker than the hair on his head. He fidgeted, not knowing where to put his hands. In the end he rested them on his hips.

“As you can see I’m a grower, not a show-er,”
he joked
with a touch of self-deprecation.

Erik chuckled. “Relax. You’ve got a nice body.”

“Really? I think I’m too skinny. My arms are too long. I feel like a knuckle-dragger”

Oh, he liked this kid
. “You’ll grow into it. Up on the table now. On your stomach.”

Jeremy arranged himself on the table, putting his face through the opening of the headrest. His arms rested at his sides.

“Do you do this often?” he asked, curious.

“Once a month. I handpick my clients.”

Erik warmed the massage oil between his hands and then applied it in broad strokes across Jeremy’s freckled back, beginning with the
trapezius
and then working his way down to the
latissimus dorsi
. The muscles melted under his fingers as the younger man relaxed.

“Oh,” Jeremy sighed. “That’s good. I never had a massage before.”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one.”

“Already do,” he murmured. Erik worked in silence for a few minutes, before Jeremy spoke again. “How long have you been doing this? I mean
this
.”

“Almost three years,” he calculated. Since George’s decline began. It made him realize how quickly time was running out.

“So. Are you gay?”

“I am.”

“I’ve never actually met a gay person before,” Jeremy surprised him by saying.

Ugh, the joy of small towns. Secrets buried beneath the veneer of respectability. Erik remembered it well. “I’m sure you have. You probably just weren’t aware of it.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Erik’s hands slowed at the thought of George. He willed away the grief that was never far from his heart these days and focused on his task. “I have a partner, yes.”

“Did you always know? That you were gay?”

“I think so. I tried to pretend for a little while, but I soon figured out that wasn’t going to work. I was only a bit older than you when I came out.” Erik pushed away the memories. He didn’t want Jeremy to ask any more questions. “What is this, twenty questions?”

“Just making conversation. I’m curious.”

“So you said. Let’s see if we can’t satisfy some of your curiosity.”

He lightly ran his hands over the twin mounds of Jeremy’s buttocks and then down the backs of his thighs. The crisp hairs tickled his palms as he worked in the oil. Jeremy’s balls lay pillowed on the table between his parted legs, large, pink and nearly hairless. Erik purposefully let his knuckles brush the sensitive sac, grinning when the kid twitched at the unexpected touch. He continued his exploration, back up to that tight ass where he dug his fingers into the firm flesh and kneaded the pale globes, which earned him a muffled grunt from Jeremy.

“Is this okay?” Erik asked.

“Yeah.” It sounded like a sigh. Encouraged, Erik massaged deeper, sometimes shifting to work on Jeremy’s lower back, or down to his thighs, but always coming back to his ass, warming him up for what would come next.

Placing his palms together, Erik ran the sides of his hands down Jeremy’s downy crease, separating his cheeks. Jeremy’s legs twitched again. Oh, he loved the responsive ones. He repeated the motion, slower this time. Then he moved on down Jeremy’s left leg, all the way to his foot. When he was done, he started all over again and worked on the right leg this time.

Soon Jeremy’s hips were moving in small circles, humping the cotton-covered table. Erik knew from experience how soft the high thread count felt against bare skin. He let the kid enjoy it for a bit before reigning him back in. “None of that now,” he cautioned with a light smack to one butt cheek. The flesh quivered and immediately pinkened. Erik fought the urge to lick the sting away. He was turned on already and he’d barely even played with the boy.

He reached beneath Jeremy’s body, found his growing cock and tucked it downward so that it speared out from between his spread legs. The plump head begged for attention and made Erik’s mouth water. He would have to come back to that later.

He held Jeremy’s ass cheeks apart and looked his fill. The kid squirmed restlessly on the table, and as Erik watched, his cock grew longer, harder, the glans flushing a deeper shade of pink. Erik bent forward, pursed his lips and blew a trickle of air over that virginal hole. He watched it contract in response. A startled squeak came from the head of the table, and Jeremy raised his head.

“Relax,” Erik urged softly. Jeremy lay back down obediently.

He ran the tips of his fingers up and down Jeremy’s crack, ruffling the sprinkling of fine hairs, until the young man was tipping his hips up in anticipation of each pass.
Almost ready
, he thought eagerly. When he tapped his index finger against Jeremy’s hole, his entire body quivered.

Erik reached for the lube, poured a bit on his finger and rubbed Jeremy’s asshole, not penetrating, just circling the opening. A long moan came from the head of the table.

“Is that how you like it?”

“Yes.” A bead of precome seeped from Jeremy’s cock slit.
Yes, he definitely liked this
. Keeping one finger playing with Jeremy’s hole, Erik reached for Jeremy’s dick with his other hand, ran his thumb down the weeping slit and used kid’s own lubrication to rub matching circles against the underside of his cock, just below the head. Jeremy’s body jerked as though he’d been electrocuted.

“Stop,” he gasped. Erik froze but didn’t remove his hands. “You’re gonna make me nut.”

Erik’s cock pulsed inside his warm-up pants. To be sure, he generally got aroused when doing an erotic massage, but this was something else. A trickle of sweat ran down his back.
Jesus it was getting hot in here
. “Not yet,” he warned. He abandoned Jeremy’s leaking cock, took a minute to adjust his own, and went back to playing with Jeremy’s asshole, stretching it open with his thumbs, probing with his finger.

He bent over the table, held Jeremy’s cheeks apart and flicked his tongue over Jeremy’s opening. The reaction was instantaneous.

“What are you—?” Erik felt Jeremy’s torso twist as he raised his head to look over his shoulder and see what he was doing. He met Jeremy’s wide eyes over the curve of his rump and then purposefully speared him with his tongue. His mouth fell open. “Oh my god.”

Jeremy’s balls jumped in their sac, begging for attention. Erik worked up a gob of saliva in his mouth and pushed it into that tight hole with his finger. Jeremy panted, breathless little moans. Erik groaned his own pleasure, impatient to slide in deeper but not wanting to rush things. He flattened his tongue and licked the strip of tender skin between scrotum and anus. For good measure, he finished with a quick suckle of the kid’s balls.

“Jesus, don’t stop,” Jeremy moaned when Erik raised his head. Erik grinned at the desperation in his voice. He slipped a hand beneath Jeremy and urged him to raise his hips off the table. Jeremy complied eagerly. His cock sprang up to hit the underside of his belly and Erik gripped it with his left hand, not stroking, just holding it tight at the base, as he bent his head again and went back to eating that gorgeous ass. Within his grasp, Jeremy’s cock
throbbed.
Oh yeah, the kid was definitely a grower
.

He wished he could see the look on Jeremy’s face; he wanted to capture that first moment of realization, that look of wonder, surprise and recognition. He had to settle for listening to Jeremy’s body instead. The kid’s fingers dug into the table cover, his knuckles white. His cock pulsed within the circle of Erik’s hand. His balls jumped as Erik drew one and then the other in to his mouth.

“Mmpf. Is there anyone here?” he heard Jeremy gasp.

“What?” A single, glistening strand of precome hung from the tip of his cock. Mesmerized, Erik watched it stretch and lengthen until it puddled on the table.

“Are we alone?”

It took him a moment to realize why the young man was asking. “Yes. You can make as much noise as you want. No one will hear.”

“’kay. I’m not usually a moaner. But you’re hitting all the right places, man.”

This kid undid him. Erik had to stop and take a deep breath to get himself under control. He released his hold on Jeremy’s cock and turned away to grab the lube. When he swung back, Jeremy lay half on his side with one arm tucked beneath his stomach. “I’m so hard,” he said in wonder. “I could come right now. And you haven’t even really touched me.”

Then he reached back and fingered his ass. The sight sent a bolt of heat straight to Erik’s cock. Fuck that was hot. He wondered if this kid was playing him, pretending to be innocent and then working him up on purpose, seeing how far he could push him. But then he looked at Jeremy’s face, the guileless brown eyes, the parted rosy lips that kept curving into a smile, as if he was discovering true pleasure for the first time. Erik’s dick thrust eagerly against his pants now. If it weren’t for the elastic waistband, his helmet would be poking out the top.

He stepped back to the table and lightly stroked Jeremy’s flank. “Ready for a finger inside you?” The sound of his own voice startled him. It was thick and deep.

Jeremy nodded, his eyelids fluttering closed.

“Say it.”

Those eyes flew open, pinned Erik with their gaze. “I want you to fuck me with your finger.”

Erik almost shot his load right then. All he heard was “fuck me” and he wanted to bend Jeremy over the table and pound that sweet young ass. Breathing hard, he pushed the fantasy aside. This was about Jeremy, not him.

He held Jeremy’s buttocks apart and squirted a glob of lube right onto his hole. The tight pucker clenched at the contact. Then he positioned his index finger at Jeremy’s entrance and gently pushed. There was just a slight resistance at first, and then his finger went in up to the second knuckle surprisingly easy. Jeremy’s body tensed, his tight channel pulsing. He paused, letting Jeremy adjust to the feeling. “Doing okay?”

Jeremy nodded. Again, Erik wished he could see the kid’s face, but he had his head pillowed in both arms now. He slowly eased his finger deeper, keeping his other hand flat on Jeremy’s back. When he was fully lodged inside, he withdrew and then pushed his finger back in equally slowly. He repeated that a few times, matching his thrusts with sweeping strokes down Jeremy’s back, until the kid was raising his hips to meet him each time.

“Want to see what it feels like if I touch your prostate?”

“Um, okay. What’s that?”

“Jesus, don’t they teach you boys anything these days? You’ll see in a minute.” Erik changed his angle, probing deeper to find that walnut-sized protuberance. He teased it with quick brushes. Jeremy emitted a long, low groan that sounded like he was being tortured.

“Was that good or bad?” Erik asked in amusement.

“Fucking awesome. Keep going.” Jeremy snuck a hand beneath his stomach and began jerking himself. Erik sped up, thrusting his finger in and out. The faster he went, the louder Jeremy’s moans grew. “Oh, fuck,” he cried. “Stop. Stop.”

Erik stopped. On the table, Jeremy’s body continued to quiver.

“I feel like I’m gonna come. That’s intense, man.”

Erik slowly withdrew his finger. He stroked Jeremy’s back until his breathing returned to normal. He bent and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Turn over onto your back now.”

As Jeremy flipped over, Erik moved to stand at the head of the table, taking a minute to admire the line of the younger man’s body; his neck and upper chest were beautifully flushed, his nipples tight points, and his cock was an enticing dusky pink, arcing across his flat belly. Something more than lust fluttered in Erik’s chest. It was alarming.