Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
He moved closer so their chests were touching, Jack’s heart hammering just below his. He stepped back and looked at him. Jack’s eyes were bright, fear warring with desire in his expression.
“Your pace,” Will whispered, taking another step back. “Let’s go lie on the bed. I’ll give you another massage. It’ll help you relax.” He turned and went into the bedroom without looking back to see if Jack followed. If he balked, if he said he had to go, Will would let him. Instinctively he knew whatever happened between them had to be on Jack’s terms or not at all.
As he walked toward his bed he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks. Time later to remove his pants—or not—depending on Jack.
He sat on the bed, only now allowing himself to see if Jack had followed him.
He had.
He stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes fixed on Will, he slowly unbuttoned the shirt Will had given him. Will watched his large hands, noting the thick, blunt fingers. Though he knew from personal experience the claim hand size correlated to penis size was just an urban legend, he couldn’t help but fantasize Jack’s cock was proportionately as thick and long as his powerful fingers.
Jack dropped the shirt to the ground as Will had done. To Will’s delighted shock, he proceeded to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. His eyes still locked on Will’s face, he slid the denim down his thighs and calves.
He was wearing dark blue cotton boxer shorts. Loose as they were, they couldn’t quite hide the obvious erection poking against the fabric. Will’s mouth actually watered and he had to swallow to keep from choking.
Responding to Jack’s unspoken invitation, Will quickly stood, unzipped his own jeans and pulled them down and off. His black bikini underwear did little to hide his erection, the head of which was poking above the waistband.
Jack’s gaze moved to Will’s crotch. If anything, he got harder beneath Jack’s intense, almost fierce gaze. Again Will sat on one side of the bed. “Come here.” He patted the bed beside him. Jack stood frozen to the spot for several beats. Will waited, forcing himself to be patient.
Finally Jack walked around to the other side of the bed and sat awkwardly on the edge. “Come over here,” Will said again. “Lie face down on your stomach.” Jack obeyed, resting his head on folded arms, turning his face away from Will, as Will had expected he would. He reached over, stroking Jack’s strong, bare back with his fingertips. Jack shivered to his touch but otherwise remained still. Only his rapid breathing gave away how he must be feeling.
Will scooted closer to him and brought his other hand over, gently massaging Jack’s massive shoulders, which had twisted themselves back into knots since the afternoon. “Hey, relax. It’s just me. You know me. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. Okay?”
Jack didn’t answer. Will shifted, straddling Jack’s lower back as he leaned forward to continue the massage. He pressed and kneaded the supple flesh for several minutes, pleased when it began to ease beneath his fingers. Moving lower, he worked on Jack’s back by section, glad to note the deepening and slowing of his breathing as he relaxed into the bed.
Will began to smooth his sides, moving downward toward Jack’s hips. He continued down until he was straddling Jack’s calves. He focused on Jacks thighs for a while, massaging the thick, hard muscles. Ready to stop at the slightest resistance or protest, Will slid his fingers beneath the loose legs of Jack’s shorts. Sliding his hands upward, he pressed his palms lightly against Jack’s bare hips.
Jack had again begun to breathe rapidly, but otherwise he didn’t move. Will kept his hands on Jack’s hips for several moments, waiting for him to calm down. His hands still beneath the thin fabric of the boxers, cautiously he moved them up over the firm globes of Jack’s ass. Jack stiffened, drawing in a quick breath. Again Will stilled until Jack relaxed beneath his touch.
Will had played this game before, but not for many years. After his first experience with Justin, he’d met Bryan during his freshman year in college. Bryan wasn’t yet out but was definitely on the way. He’d invited Will back to his dorm room one evening and they’d given each other a massage.
Will had played it straight, not sure how far to go with Bryan, who, though he gave off decidedly gay vibes, liked to talk about his girlfriend back home. Bryan, however, when it was his turn to reciprocate, had done what Will was doing now, moving in baby steps from one forbidden area of Will’s body to the next. Will had enjoyed the silent seduction.