A cool stream of air blew across the back of my neck. Seconds later, his lips were close to my ear.

"Are you ready?"

I didn't answer.

"Are you sure you want it?"

Was I sure? I mean . . . WAS I sure? Time seemed to stop as a million cascading thoughts swirled through my head. Fuck, what was I doing?

I could feel the weight of his body on mine, his cock wedged in my ass crack. This was a helluva time to be questioning whether I wanted to get fucked.

Slowly, I nodded my head.

"Yeah. Yeah, I want it."

I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling.

"I'll go slow . . . I promise".

I moaned as he started sucking my ear lobe. He seemed to know just how to press my buttons and get what he wanted from me. I could feel the resistance draining from me and I knew the time had come.

"Just relax. You're gonna feel something you've never felt before."

I was ready. At least . . . I thought I was ready . . .


"C'mon, Javier! Pump it, man!"

I was struggling to get the last rep of the bench press. I was benching 325 for the first time and it was fucking tough. For a moment, I thought I'd have to have help. But with a loud grunt and second blast of energy, I pushed the bar up and on to the holder.

Jeff leaned down and slapped me on the chest.

"You see? I TOLD you you could do it!"

I grinned and got up off the bench. Jeff smiled back, saying "Man, you can really make your pecs and biceps explode when you lift! I wish I could do that."

That's what I liked about Jeff. He was always supportive, without a trace of jealousy or disappointment. Always telling me that I was better at things than him in the gym.

I don't necessarily think he was right, but I did take my gym seriously. I was 31, 5'11", with 200 pounds of tight muscle. Add in the fact that I'm from Venezuela and proud of my latin heritage. Maybe a little cocky every now and then, but never like that with Jeff. The ladies liked my masculine style, so you could say pussy was what I fucked and not how I acted.

I'd met Jeff at the gym a while back when he was on the weights next to me and offered to spot me. Over time we became friends and I got used to his comments and compliments. At 37, he was older than me but didn't look it. He was the same height as me, not as muscular, but in very good shape. He was a good looking man, although being straight, I don't know if I had any particular thoughts on what made a man good looking. I just know I didn't think he was ugly and that a lot of women would probably think he was good looking. I will say though that I wasn't absolutely positive that Jeff was into women. He never mentioned a girlfriend, never really talked about his personal life at all. And frankly, he didn't LOOK gay. I just took him at face value and enjoyed his friendship. He seemed like an alright guy and we got along great.

As we moved over to the cardio machines, I started rubbing my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked.

"Don't know. I may have strained my shoulder in that last set."

"Really? Let me take a look." He reached out his hand.

I stopped, getting a little nervous about another man touching me in front of everyone at the gym.

"Nah, that's okay, Jeff."

Jeff made a face and said, "Javier, c'mon. It's no big deal. I just wanna make sure you're not hurt."

I thought about it for a moment. He was right, it wasn't a big deal. I nodded and said, "Okay, man. Go ahead."

Jeff reached out and started gently probing my shoulder and neck. As his fingers slid carefully over the muscle, I felt a slight pain as he squeezed the area near my shoulder. I guess he could feel me react because he asked, "It hurts there?"

"Yeah. A little."

He moved closer and kept probing. The pain got a little stronger. All of a sudden, I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and it spread slowly through my body. As the feeling spread, I was unprepared for what happened next. It was totally . . . I mean totally . . . unexpected.

I could feel my cock getting a little hard. I wasn't throwing a complete bone but I could feel it start to swell. I was shocked but didn't move so as not to draw attention to it.

Jeff didn't seem to notice anything and kept running his hands gently over my shoulder . . . probing. The pain was stronger now and I could definitely feel it. I groaned and Jeff smiled.

"Yeah, looks like you may have twisted your shoulder."

I gently pulled away from Jeff. Mainly to hide my reaction but also to stop his touching. It felt strangely erotic and I was embarrassed.

"Thanks, man. I'll put some heat on it later."

Jeff kept smiling at me as we started walking again to the cardio machines.

"Javier, why don't you let me give you a massage? I've studied massage therapy and it would help your shoulder heal faster."

I grinned. "Nah, that's okay, man. I appreciate it, but . . . well . . . frankly this isn't exactly the place to get a massage."

We stepped on the elliptical trainers and Jeff said, "Oh, I know that, Javier. I was thinking we could go to my house and I'd do it there. More privacy."

I thought about it for a moment.

"I don't know, Jeff. I mean, I'm sure it will be fine if I just put heat on it tonight and watch what I do."

Jeff laughed and said, "Dude, of course you can do that. But massage therapy actually helps heal your injuries faster. You don't want to have to knock off training for a while so it heals, do ya?"

"Well no, but . . ."

"No buts, man. C'mon, just a simple massage and I promise you; your shoulder will feel a helluva lot better and heal a damn site faster."

I kept jogging on the elliptical trainer and thought about Jeff's offer. While I appreciated his willingness to help me, I kept thinking about what happened to me earlier when he touched me. It was almost as if . . . I enjoyed it. It was a feeling I had not experienced before and I was not sure how I felt about it.

We kept doing our cardio and didn't say much for the next 30 minutes. He was watching the TV while jogging and would toss out a smart ass comment every now and then. I wasn't paying much attention, since my shoulder was hurting more and I didn't really feel like talking. Our cardio session finally came to an end.

As we got off the machines, Jeff said, "So how about it, Javier? Up for that massage?"

The pain wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to convince me. "Sure, Jeff. If you don't think it's too much trouble."

"No trouble at all, man! I enjoy giving massages. I think you'll enjoy me giving them too" . . . and smiled.

I smiled back and hoped he was right. I also wondered if the feeling I had earlier would return. Oddly, the thought that it might didn't seem to bother me that much.


"Wow, man! This is a nice house!"

"Thank you. Jason and I spent a lot of time in designing it."

"Jason? Who's Jason?"

Jeff hesitated for a moment.

"Jason's my . . . uh . . . partner. He's a doctor."

Ahhhhhhh. So I was right. It didn't matter to me, but I was curious. It made me wonder whether we were friends because of the gym or . . . did he want something else.

"I see. Well, you have a really, really nice place."

"Thanks. C'mon, let me show you around."

The house was huge, with a second story, an exercise room, Jacuzzi, and a huge yard. I have to say I was mightily impressed.

"Maybe I can have something like this someday."

"Well, you'd certainly deserve it, Javier. If you put as much effort in your career as you do in the gym, there will be no limit to what you can have."

I smiled and nodded. That was Jeff. Always making me feel special.

We drank a couple of margaritas, talked about the gym, and our jobs. After about 30 minutes, Jeff said, "Soooo . . . ready for your massage?"

"Sure." We went to his guest bedroom but I wasn't sure what to do. "Where do you want me?"

"Just lay down on the bed." I stripped down to my Calvin Klein underwear and started to lay down, when Jeff said, "Hold it. Let me get a towel so we won't mess up the comforter."

I was curious when he said that because I didn't know how getting a massage would mess up the bed. Jeff disappeared in the bathroom and came back out with a large towel. He spread it on the bed and I lay down on it on my back.

Jeff looked at me and grinned. "You're keeping your underwear on?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because those Calvin Klein's are nice and I don't want to mess them up by getting the oil on them."

I looked puzzled. "What oil?"

Jeff extended a small bottle towards me. "This . . . its massage oil. Keeps the skin from chafing and helps open up your pores. That's why I put the towel on the bed."

For a moment, I didn't say anything. Knowing that he was gay, I was a little uncomfortable to be laying there in front of him stark naked.

Jeff must have sensed my hesitation and laughed. "C'mon man, I'm not going to rape you! Take this small towel and cover yourself Venezuelan butt. And lay on your stomach first. A good massage always starts from the back."

Still unsure, I shrugged my shoulders. I could feel Jeff's eyes on my body as I began to slide my underwear down and off. After I tossed them near the bed, I lay face down on my stomach and covered my ass with the towel . . . watching every move Jeff made out of the corner of my eye.

I could hear Jeff chuckling as he got on the bed and murmur, "You kill me, Javier." After a few moments, I felt the oil dripping on my skin.

"Relax, Javier. You're really going to enjoy this."

As I closed my eyes, I felt his hands start to rub the oil across my shoulders and down my back. It smelled of menthol. As he promised, it felt good and I could feel my body begin to unwind.

Evidently, Jeff could feel it too. As he continued rubbing the oil on my body, he said, "That's it. Just let it go. Let it feel good."

I continued to relax and just enjoy the sensation. I had to admit he was doing a fantastic job. He knew just how to knead and stretch my muscles to release the tension. He spent a lot of time on my hurt shoulder and was very gentle with it. As he worked my shoulder, I could feel him run his hands gently down my arm and squeeze my bicep and tricep muscles.

"You really have a great body, Javier. You've worked hard on it. It feels great."

I was in such a dreamlike state, it was hard for me to speak. I only muttered "Thanks."

My body was so relaxed I couldn't feel the pain in my shoulder anymore. Jeff's hands began to move lower. It felt strangely exhilarating as he massaged my back, because he'd press hard on the muscle and then run his fingers lightly up and down my spine. Every now and then, I'd feel a chill as he ran his fingers along my back and I'd shiver.

"You okay?" Jeff asked quietly.

"Mmmmmm . . ."

"Good. You're doin great. Relax."

My body felt like it was floating and I was completely at ease. After a few moments, I felt Jeff's hands near my ass. I stirred slightly and felt a little uneasy. Suddenly, I felt the towel move down, uncovering my ass, and his hands on my cheeks. Relaxed as I was, I quickly found my voice.

"Hey man, my ass isn't included in this. The pain is in my shoulder."

"Just relax, Javier. This is a full body massage. Your whole body is connected by thousands of nerve endings. Ask your legs if your ass isn't a part of them."

"I know Jeff, but . . ."

"I'm going to move down to your legs, but I'm starting on your butt. Just relax and enjoy it."

I thought about it a moment and then thought 'to hell with it'. I mean, it DID feel good and I just wanted to go with the flow.

Jeff poured more oil on my ass and I could feel it running down into my ass crack. He started massaging it harder, kneading the muscle back and forth. Every now and then, I could feel him pull my cheeks slightly apart and run his fingers slowly down the top of the crack. A wave of excitement passed through my body. Jeff slowly worked his way down to my right leg and began massaging my hamstrings and calves.

I lost track of time and heard Jeff say something. I was in such a state of reverie, I didn't understand what he said.

"Huh?" It came out like a grunt.

"Turn over. Let me do your front."

I was so relaxed I almost couldn't move. Slowly, I turned over and put the towel over my crotch. Jeff laughed.

"What? Don't tell me you're going to massage my cock too?" I teased.

Jeff laughed again. "No man. Unlike your ass, that's not part of your legs."

Grinning, I said, "Well . . . it IS my THIRD leg!" We both laughed.

Jeff poured oil all over my hairless chest. I opened my eyes for a moment and Jeff smiled at me. I tried to smile back and closed my eyes again.

Jeff rubbed the oil into my shoulders, carefully kneading my hurt shoulder. I felt a little pain but it was nowhere near the pain I felt at the gym. His hands worked down my chest and he spent a lot of time on my pecs.

"Man, you've been working hard on your pecs and it shows. They're great." He squeezed them hard and I felt a wave of pleasure go through me. He squeezed them again several times and I felt his thumbs flick lightly across my nipples, causing me to shiver lightly.

"You okay?"

I paused a moment before answering. "Yeah. I'm just sensitive there."

He didn't say anything but poured more oil on my chest and quit squeezing my pecs so hard. After a minute or so, he started massaging them gently. His fingers kept going over my nipples and I continued to get a shiver through my body. It felt good, but was a little strange. It was almost as if he was rubbing my chest like I rubbed a woman's breasts.

I felt Jeff move and his hands continued down, massaging my abs and obliques. He spent a lot of time there. Several times, he came close to the towel covering my cock. Despite what he said earlier, I thought he'd try to cop a feel. But the towel stayed and he never touched it.

Suddenly, I felt his hands stop and leave my body. I didn't open my eyes and lay there quietly . . . waiting . . . wondering if he was going to try to do something at last.

After a few seconds, I felt the oil dripping on my quads and Jeff's hands rub it in. He continued massaging my legs and spent extra time on my feet.

Finally . . . about an hour after he started . . . Jeff leaned over me.

"How do you feel, Javier?"

I didn't know how to describe it. I was so relaxed, so stress free, I could barely move.

"You did great, Jeff. I feel fantastic. Calm. Relaxed."

Jeff smiled. "You see? I told you you'd enjoy it. How's your shoulder?"

Carefully, I made my way off the bed and stood up. I shrugged my shoulders and moved my arm around. "No pain, man. You were right. That massage did it."

"Well, I had a great body to work on, man. I enjoyed doing it."

I smiled, slapped him gently on the shoulder, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After I was dressed, we got in his Ford Explorer and he drove me back to my car. Jeff hadn't wanted me to make the long drive from the gym to his house, so I had parked at a mall that was near the gym. He picked me up there and drove me the rest of the way.

We talked some more about our gym routines on the way back. As he let me out at my car, I turned back to him and shook his hand.

"Seriously Jeff, thanks again. I really appreciate it."

"Like I said, Javier, I was glad to do it. You have an awesome body and it's easy to massage." He paused. "Maybe we can do it again."

I smiled. "Sure, man. Another time."

I walked to my car, got in, and looked back at the Explorer. Jeff had not driven off and was still there . . . watching me. I don't know why. Maybe he waited to make sure my car would start. Regardless, I wondered what he was thinking.

As I drove home, I also wondered if I really wanted to get another massage. Something in the back of my mind told me that Jeff was interested in giving me more than that. The big question was whether I was interested. The thought stayed with me all the way home.


"C'mon man. You've enjoyed the last ones, haven't you?"

Jeff and I had finished our weight workout and were running on the treadmill. I had been doing an especially tough weight routine the last several weeks and Jeff had been giving me massages after each session. So far, I'd had 3 massages and each one had been as good as the first one.

"Yeah, I've enjoyed them. But I don't want it to become a nuisance for you to do it."

"Javier, even professional body builders get massages after each workout. It relaxes you and helps your muscles recover faster."

I kept running as I thought about the massages. I had to admit, I did enjoy them. Especially when he massaged my ass and my chest. Each time the chills went through my body when he rubbed the crack of my ass and my nipples. The rather erotic nature of it was something new and exciting to me.

Jeff didn't press the issue and as we finished, I turned to him and said, "Okay, Jeff. I'll come by for the massage. I really like them and you definitely are a pro at it. But this time, no margaritas."

Jeff smiled broadly. "No problem, man. I've got plenty of Diet Coke. It's better for us anyway."

As usual, we met at the mall and Jeff drove me to his house. After the first massage, I told Jeff that I could drive to his house as picking me up and taking me back to the mall was a hassle. He said it wasn't a hassle and that frankly, he hadn't told his boyfriend about the massage and didn't want to explain what my car was doing at his house. I didn't question it but was curious as to why his boyfriend would have a problem with him massaging a straight guy.

After a couple of drinks, my complaining about my work week, and Jeff sharing his plans for his spring garden, we moved to the bedroom.

The massage started pretty routine, but this time, I didn't cover myself with the towel. I think Jeff was surprised when I lay down and was totally naked. Maybe I imagined it but he seemed to pour more oil than usual on my back. When he got down to my ass, this time there was no hesitation . . . he just grabbed it and started working it. By now, I was used to the menthol smell and it really helped me to relax. I could feel Jeff pull my ass cheeks apart more than usual and the chills I always felt were stronger. It was almost as if he was worshiping my body.

After I turned over, Jeff started working hard on my chest and abs. I had been pushing myself at the gym on the bench press and crunches and asked him to spend time on them. His hands were kneading my pecs roughly to stretch the muscle. After a few minutes, I could feel him pouring more oil on my chest and his hands started massaging them more gently.

"Mmmmm . . . that feels good, Jeff."

Jeff started grabbing more of the muscle and rubbing it.

"How's that?"

I was so relaxed, I didn't answer for a moment. I could feel his hands slow down even more and start rubbing my nipples. I started groaning slightly and shivers ran through my body. I started getting lost in the erotic feeling of what he was doing.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmm . . ." I groaned lightly and my body arched up as he continued to rub and caress my nipples.

"I love your skin tone, Javier. It's so natural. Really nice."

Jeff started running his fingers up and down my chest, my abs, and around my nipples. It was like my body was on sensory overload and I couldn't help myself. I rubbed my cock a little and moved it around.

Jeff must have noticed because a few seconds later, I felt his fingers slide slowly down my abs and into my pubes. He had never put his hands that close to my cock before. He continued to run his fingers up and down my body and I writhed as he ran them gently through the trimmed hair. As my cock began to harden, I opened my eyes slowly and saw Jeff smiling down at me.

"Just relax, Javier. Go with the flow. Let me make this awesome body feel really good." He reached over and poured more oil on my abs and started running it through my pubes and the base of my cock. Alarms were starting to go off in my head and suddenly, I felt Jeff's hand, slick with oil, grab my hard cock. He rubbed the oil up and down the shaft, gently pulling my foreskin over the head. I groaned loudly.

"Yeahhhh, Javier. That's it. Go with it. Let me make you feel good."

His hand was gripping my cock harder, and starting that rhythm I knew all too well. I could feel a little precum starting to ooze out the tip and lubricate my cock head inside the foreskin.

"Fuck, Javier, your cock is sooooo hot! I could do this for you all day long. I love how you cock looks hard!"

I was so far gone, I didn't have time to think about what was happening. Jeff kept talking to me but it was a blur. Emotions were running through me. Just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, I felt my cock enter a warm, wet hole. My eyes flashed open and I saw Jeff had my cock in his mouth.

"Jeff . . . what are you doing?" I groaned.

His tongue was running all around my shaft and he started slowly sliding his lips up and down. At first, I closed my eyes and felt very awkward having my cock in another man's mouth. Then, as I got used to the wet, sticky feeling, the feelings became . . . incredible.

"Ooooh, shit . . . ohhhhh . . . Jeff . . . stop . . .."

Jeff didn't say anything and kept on sucking. I lay my head back down on the bed, unable . . . or maybe unwilling . . . to stop him. After a few moments, he started sucking my cock faster. It was if all I could do was let him finish what he had started. I was groaning and muttering incoherently as my body took its first blowjob from another man.

Jeff was sucking me now faster and harder, trying to get my balls to give up their cream. A feeling of panic started going through me when I thought about shooting my load in another man's mouth. I tried to will myself to stop, but my nuts had a mind of their own. I felt my abs tighten up, my pelvis thrust, the juice creeping up my cock, telling me my nuts were ready to unload. Jeff's lips moved faster and faster. Suddenly, my cock came out of his mouth and he started jacking me off.

"C'mon, Javier! Let go! Shoot it!"

And shoot it I did.

I opened my eyes and saw the first shot fly up and hit my chest. Then a second, and a third, and a . . . fuck, I don't know how many times I shot . . . maybe five, six times. My crotch kept thrusting . . . like I was trying to fuck a pussy.

Slowly . . . very slowly . . . I quit thrusting and my abs unclenched. I fell back against the bed, drenched in sweat. My cock was still rock hard and I could feel it pulsing as my heart beat. My eyes were closed and I was completely spent.

I knew Jeff was out there somewhere, but he didn't speak. I was too wasted to open my eyes and just lay there, nude . . . wet . . . open . . . and starting to wonder what the hell had happened.

A few minutes later, I could feel Jeff get off the bed. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. He went into the bathroom and came back out with a towel, smiling gently.

"When you spill a load, man, you spill a load."

I tried to smile back weakly, but I don't know if it took. I closed my eyes again. My mind was a jumble of emotions. My body was a mess of sweat, sperm, and the smell of sex. I wasn't sure exactly what to say. I needn't have worried though. Jeff spoke first.

"Javier . . . are you okay?"

Slowly, I opened my eyes and carefully licked my lips. My throat, mouth, and lips were so dry, I wasn't sure I could speak.

"I think so," I said softly.

"You wanna talk?"

Jeff sat down next to me. I looked at him carefully, so many thoughts and emotions running through my mind.

"I hope you are okay with what happened. I know I really enjoyed doing it. Did you like it?"

I looked down, silent a moment. Then I glanced at Jeff.

"Yeah. I did." He started to smile.

"But shit, Jeff, I'm never going to see you again in the same way. Why did you do it? I mean . . . I thought you were a professional." Jeff laughed and after a few moments, I started laughing too.

"I couldn't resist, Javier. You have such a nice cock . . . it's big and it tastes so clean and sweet.

I don't know why, but I loved it when Jeff said stuff like that to me. I smiled and nodded my head.

Jeff returned my smile and innocently asked, "So . . . do you think . . . you want to do it again?"



"I don't know, Jeff. I liked it. But I don't know."

Jeff nodded his head and said, "I understand." Then he smiled again and said, "Okay man, off to the shower with you." Slowly, I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, Jeff and I were in his Explorer, on the way back to the mall. We chatted about minor stuff until we got to my car. As he parked his truck, and I was getting out, he turned towards me.

"Javier . . ."

I looked back at him.

"I know it was probably a little too much and you weren't expecting things to turn out like they did. But you are a great guy, a great friend, and I want our friendship to continue."

"I do too, Jeff. I think the same about you."

Jeff hesitated a moment and then said, "And I hope you want what we did to continue too."

I smiled and looked Jeff straight in the eye. "Like I said, I enjoyed it. But to do it again . . . I need to think about it. Okay?"

He smiled and nodded at me. "Okay."

For the first time, Jeff pulled out before I left. I got in my car and started the engine. As I sat there and tried to put my thoughts together, my cell phone went off. I looked at the caller ID. As I pressed the button to answer it, I felt a stab of pain.

My girlfriend said, "Hey baby, how are you?"

I put my car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.


End Part 1



Javier Torres

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