After that night, the house finally fell silent. Everyone went to their rooms, tired, hot, and full of emotions.
I was left alone in the room with Josh. He was lying on his side, in his boxers, with his back to me. I was naked. I always slept like that and had no intention of changing. Josh was fidgeting a little, as if he didn't know what to do with his arms, legs, or himself.
The atmosphere wasn't awkward... but it was thick. In the quiet room, all you could hear was his breathing and the soft creaking of the mattress.
“Everything okay?” I finally asked, lying on my back with my hand behind my head.
“Yeah... I mean...” he sighed. “I'm sore all over.”
I smiled to myself. “That's normal. You got fucked recently. Your body hasn't recovered yet.”
“Thanks for reminding me,” he muttered with feigned pain, but I could hear a half-smile in his voice.
“Want me to give you a massage? It'll help.”
He was silent for a moment, then said, “Really?”
“Sure. It'll do you good. And you'll fall asleep quickly.”
“Okay... I don't have the strength to say no,” he said, turning slightly onto his stomach.
“Then take off your boxers.”
“What?”
“Come on. A massage through fabric is like licking an ice cream cone through a window. Either we do it right or not at all.”
Josh groaned loudly. “You like this, don't you?”
“I love it,” I replied with a smile, not taking my eyes off him.
He didn't say anything else. He slowly raised his hips and with one movement slid his boxers down to his knees and then off his legs. He was lying completely naked, and I got up, reached for the bottle of oil, and returned to the bed. I sat astride him. My cock was touching his ass. Still soft... for now.
“Ready?” I asked, pouring warm oil on his back.
“Yeah. Just gently, because everything really hurts.”
He fell silent as I placed my hands on his back and began to massage him.
Josh sighed as I started massaging his back. The oil was warm, my hands were strong, and his muscles were hard and tense. First lightly, then with pressure, his shoulder blades, neck, shoulders. He moaned softly.
“Okay...” he mumbled with his face in the pillow. “I'm glad I agreed to do this.”
“I told you,” I smiled, leaning down a little lower. My cock hung between his buttocks. It was still soft... but slowly starting to rise.
I continued massaging him, focusing on his spine, then his sides. Every inch of his skin was tense, hot, yielding to my movements. Josh lay motionless, just breathing deeply. With each movement, I felt his body soften.
“Don't move,” I said quietly but firmly. “I'm going to give you a massage you'll never forget.”
“What the fuck are you going to do?” he said, turning his head away.
I leaned in, my lips close to his ear. “Something very pleasant,” I replied and placed my hands on his hips.
I gently spread his legs apart. He didn't say a word. He was breathing faster. The body beneath my hands was hot, tense... but he didn't resist.
I leaned lower, no longer using the oil. My hands moved to his buttocks, now massaging them directly, warmly, sensually, slowly. I kneaded them, squeezed them, stroked them. I felt my fingers sinking into his muscles. And then...
I brought my lips closer to the center. And I slid my tongue in.
I slid my tongue between his buttocks slowly, carefully, but confidently. Josh flinched. He sighed briefly and fell back onto the pillow. His breathing changed immediately. No longer calm. Deeper. Quieter. As if he was trying to control what he was feeling.
I didn't stop. I licked the center of his ass with commitment, with focus. I circled my tongue, sometimes gently, sometimes harder, from bottom to top. I interspersed the caressing with short, intense thrusts of the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I kneaded his buttocks, massaging them rhythmically, sometimes with my hands, sometimes just with my thumbs. I caressed him as if he had known this touch for a long time.
Josh moaned softly. Almost silently.
“What the fuck are you doing to me...” he muttered, but didn't move an inch.
“This is called pleasure,” I replied, without taking my mouth away.
I felt his body rise slightly. As if he was unconsciously tensing his ass, wanting more. My hands squeezed his buttocks harder, and my tongue penetrated between them more confidently. Josh was just panting.
“I didn't know it could be like this...” he interrupted. “Fuck.”
I didn't need him to finish his sentence. I knew he was enjoying it. I could hear it in his voice. I could feel it in the trembling of his body.
I licked him for a while longer, my tongue not letting him forget. And when I pulled away, his skin was burning, his buttocks tense and slightly trembling. I knew that if I touched him lower now... he'd be hard.
And I was right.
When I pulled away from his body, Josh didn't move for a long time. He lay quietly, as if unsure if it was over. I watched his back, still rising slightly from his rapid breathing, and his buttocks, which were trembling with tension. Then he slowly rolled onto his back.
I didn't have to look long.
There was a clear tent on the sheets just above his hips. His cock was hard. It was literally digging into the fabric. Josh looked up at the ceiling. Then he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. He saw that I had noticed. He quickly rolled back onto his side, turning his face away.
“Thanks for the massage,” he said quietly. “Seriously... it was great. But I'm sleepy.”
I smiled slightly. He didn't have to explain. It was obvious. Tension. A hard cock. And that reaction, looking away, quickly changing position. He knew it turned him on. And he knew I knew it too.
“Relax,” I said, settling down next to him. “It was nice for me too.”
Josh didn’t respond. But his body stayed close. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t say “don’t do that.” He didn’t protest when I pulled the blanket over us and let my leg brush against his calf.
I knew one thing, this was only the first massage. And his ass... had no idea what was in store for it.
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