Ancestral

Distraction

As we entered the kitchen and slammed the door behind us, Andi came running. “What was that?”

“We saw Emma again, she seemed pissed.” Ben was breathing hard from fear, and managed to get the words out between gasps.

Andi pulled us away form the door into the dining room. “That was not...What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” Ben protested, “Just heading back up here. Joey was taking a look at the shelves under the stairs, but we hadn't...”

“The shelves?” She thought for a moment and seemed to make a connection. “Of course, didn't you...?” She seemed unable to say all the things she needed to say, so she settled on one. “Don't go down there again. It's not safe. We need to be deliberate about this.” She was talking to herself now. “I'll need to gather...Where is that book? I know I have it somewhere.” She turned her attention to us again and insisted, “Promise me!”

We both nodded and she rushed happily up the stairs in search of whatever book she had remembered, chattering as she went.

“What just happened?” I asked Ben.

“I'm not sure, but I think she's right. We need to avoid the basement for a bit.”

“But I know that room's down there. Finding it may not answer our questions, but I feel it's important somehow.” I felt like I was being consumed by the mystery of it all and I think he sensed that.

“It may be important, but there's nothing more we can do tonight.” He grinned and took my hand, leading me to the stairs. “I think you need a distraction.”

He was as transparent as glass. “What did you have in mind?” I asked with a grin.

“You'll see,” and he led me to his room. The bed was unmade and clothes were strewn on the floor, but it was essentially clean, only disorganized. He apologized, pulling the blankets up to make the bed, and quickly picking up the worst of the scattered shirts and pants, creating a discrete pile in one corner. I sat in the office chair and watched as he did this, enjoying the way his muscles moved under his well-fitted tee-shirt. When he was done, he sat on the bed and looked at me.

After a moment, he pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it into the pile of other clothes. He sat there, letting me look at him, keeping his eyes fixed on me. He took a few deep breaths and gestured for me to follow his example. I did, removing my shirt and breathing deeply. After a few more deep breaths I asked, “So, What's the...”

He lifted a finger to his lips calling for silence. I watched as his eyes moved up and down my torso and I began to feel insecure. I spent far too much time behind a desk and rarely found time to exercise. I was not cut or buff or any of those other terms that denoted the body of a model. I was average. A little bit of a belly, but not much, and reasonable muscle tone, but no defined abs or monster pecs. But as I watched I could see the excitement growing in his pants. Evidently he liked what he saw.

Without a word, he stood and approached me. First he stooped and kissed me tenderly on the lips, then, to my surprise, he swiveled the chair around so I was facing away from him. I felt him place his hands on my shoulders and begin to slowly knead the muscles there. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It had been a long time since I had had a massage. I had almost forgotten how good it felt. He broadened his movement to include the base of my neck and my upper back and arms. He was careful to keep a respectable distance from the bandaged wound on my head.

He had gone as low as he could on my back while I was sitting in the chair, and began moving his hands towards the front of my body. I felt his bare chest make contact with my shoulders as his arms wrapped around me and his hands massaged my chest. I leaned back into the warmth of his body, giving him easier access to my torso. As he reached further down to my belly, his chin nestled on my shoulder, and I could feel his warm breath on the side of my neck. He worked his way to the top of my pants, and slipping the tips of his fingers under my belt, quietly asked, “Shall I go further?”

“God, yes,” was all I could manage, and I stretched my legs out under his desk, bringing my hips in line with my torso. He gently unbuckled my belt and undid the front of my pants. He made no attempt to remove them, but just allowed his hands to softly slip into my underwear. He massaged the front of my hips, my pubic triangle, and even my inner thighs, without once approaching my rigid dick. Again he whispered, “I think we need to get you out of these clothes.”

While I removed my pants, he spread a clean sheet on top of his bed and grabbed a plastic bottle from his bedside table. “What's that?” I asked.

“Just some scented oil. Lavender, it'll help you relax.” He squirted a little in one hand and rubbed it on my chest, holding his hand to my face so I could smell it. “Front or back?” he asked as I approached the bed.

“Back first,” I suggested as I laid on my belly. “That way we can end...umm, happily.”

He put a finger to his lips in a coquettish fashion and protested, “Why sir, what kind of a girl do you think I am?” he chuckled and proceeded with a full back rub. His hands were strong and he seemed to know what he was doing. As my state of relaxation deepened he moved to my ass and legs. While there had been a few knots in my back, the lower half of me seemed to be one giant knot. Everywhere he pressed I seemed to flinch and jump. He just chuckled and said, “Oops, there's another one...and another one...and one more. You must keep these cheeks clenched all day long. Another one...and...” My relaxation was quickly becoming exhaustion.

Finally he made it all the way to my toes and he began working his way back up. He moved fairly quickly until he reached my ass. He lingered there, working his thumbs between my cheeks to trace circles around my hole and press hard against my perineum. The pleasure was intense and I began to moan. He took this as confirmation that I liked what he was doing, and went a little further He began running his fingers over my hole, pressing slightly as they passed over the opening, but never entering. The oil allowed his fingers to glide over my skin with such a smoothness it was driving me crazy.

I raised my hips to press against his fingers, trying to swallow them with my ass, but he kept one step ahead of me. He reached under my belly, where my dick had been trapped since I laid down, and pulled it down between my legs. He began using longer strokes to massage my anus, my perineum, my urethra, and my glans all in one single smooth motion. It was electric, and I could tell I was beginning to leak a little pre-cum with each stroke.

Only one thing was missing. I managed to turn my head and utter a single word, “Inside.”

I heard him chuckle again and whisper “if that's what you want.” he began rubbing his thumb around my hole in tighter and tighter circles, pressing harder and harder as he went. Occasionally he would pull away and massage the large muscles of my ass for a moment, allowing my sphincter to relax and prepare. He applied a little more oil and began a more insistent pressing, allowing only the tip of his thumb to begin stretching the muscles open. He pushed against them slowly but consistently. As they began to relax he would withdraw his thumb for a moment and push again a little harder. When he had finally made it through the first sphincter, he left his thumb in there to allow the muscles to grow accustomed to the invasion. Without withdrawing it, he began pressing his thumb against the internal sphincter, again, applying and releasing pressure until the muscle relaxed enough to let him pass.

I let out a sharp gasp as he made it all the way in, feeling waves of pleasure pass through my entire body. He slipped two fingers to either side of my balls, massaging my pubic triangle from the outside, while his thumb searched for my prostate inside. When he found it I began to lose control. My eyes rolled back and my whole body began to spasm. I felt a warm glow emanating from forehead and spreading down to my toes. When it reached my hips thick streams of creamy cum burst forth. I could feel the hot goo as it splattered on the inside of my thighs and down my legs.

Ben Laughed, “Holy shit! Wow.” as he slowly removed his thumb form my ass and began rubbing my back again. When I had caught my breath he leaned over me, rubbing his chest against my back, and whispered in my ear, “That sure seemed like a happy ending to me. And we never even got to the front.”

I rolled over so my chest was against his and said, “It certainly was.” I placed a hand on either side of his face and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him passionately. We held each other in the afterglow until I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the room was dark and Ben was lying next to me breathing in the steady deep rhythm that indicated he was fast asleep. I nestled myself against him, playing big spoon to his little spoon, and kissing the back of his neck. I was beginning to fall back asleep when I caught sight of her. It was the little girl again. I stiffened when I realized what I was seeing, but she just smiled and waited for me to relax. She gestured for me to follow her and the bedroom door began to open on its own. I wasn't sure if I should trust her, she had seemed so threatening earlier, but now I could feel nothing malevolent from her, only calmness and peace. I gently disentangled myself from Ben, found my shorts, and followed her into the silence of the night.