Danny Ortega was just coming off his shift at his father's building materials business, the second consecutive summer he had taken the job his father had offered. Building materials aren't light, so loading, unloading, and managing them can make an already young, strong body rock hard.
It can also make it sore and tired. Danny had done more than his share of the grunt work, so he was both. He followed his father's example. The first thing he told him when he came to work more than a year ago was, "There is no job too low for you. There is no job you aren't going to do. If a guy doesn't show up, the rest of you will do his work too. If the toilet's clogged, you may have to unclog it. If you want to own this business someday, you have to take charge of all of it."
"Yes, sir," was the reply, and Danny went off to work, leaving his father smiling and proud.
But that first day one summer ago was not a pleasant one. Danny was a big, strong kid, still in high school, but not in real top shape. He was a pudgy second string tight end on the football team who only played when the game was decided or the starter got hurt. The coach let him off easy with training because Mr. Ortega contributed to the athletic department and funded a lot of the uniforms and training facilities they had. Danny was soft.
So his stint as a yard worker started out rough. He barely made it through half a day and threw up in the restroom after lunch. His dad sent him home to rest and recover, clearly disappointed in his son. His mother made sure he was OK, and he slept. But he was back the next day, and paced himself better. He also started working out on his own when he was able, and built his body into something impressive.
And as the job became easier that first summer, his father was impressed that he took on more work and more responsibility to challenge himself and to learn more. At the end of the first summer his supervisor let him oversee and train two new workers, and he showed a talent for motivating and teaching.
So today there was an entirely different Danny Ortega at Ortega Building Materials than the one who barfed and tapped out a year ago last June. This one was 19, could pass for 25, and who knew a few of the jobs at the business as well as his dad. He had a real future.
He also had a backache, a sore shoulder, and a cramp in his right calf. He still sometimes pushed himself too far. On his way to a drive-through for some dinner, he saw a banner on a new business on the ground floor of a professional building:
Abeke Bodywork and Pain Relief -- walk-ins welcome
. Dinner could wait. What could they do for him?
A chime sounded when he entered the suite, well-appointed and sparkling clean. There was no one waiting in the reception room, and no one behind the counter, so he called out, "Hello? Are you open?"
From the back a very handsome Black woman hurried to the front counter. He had never seen a person with such dark brown skin, smooth and nearly flawless. Her genuine, lovely smile put him at ease immediately as she greeted him, "Yes, yes, we are. Welcome. You have come at a most fortuitous time. We have no appointments now and I can take you right away." She appeared to be remarkably healthy and fit, perhaps five foot six and 140 pounds. She carried herself with confidence and good posture, making altogether an attractive first impression.
Her accent was a pleasure to hear, almost musical, and he guessed correctly to himself that she was African. "Nigeria is where I am from, if you are wondering from my accent, young man. And I am much experienced in the techniques of Swedish massage, Hawaiian Lomi Lomi, and also many of my own special skills. I will not disappoint! "Back of Body" is only $30, since I am new and want to build my business. This is a tremendous value! But I am not able to accept anything but cash at this time since I have to arrange for electronic payment methods later. Will that be satisfactory?"
Danny couldn't think of anything else to say. "OK," and handed her the money. She locked the front door and led him to a back treatment room. "Thank you, sir. I am Abeke, and I am sure that Americans will eventually change it to "Abby." I will not be insulted. Here we are then."
The room was about 15 x 20 feet, and it featured a very sturdy-looking massage table in the middle. Danny was glad of that because he was not a small man. There was a desk against one wall, with a 4-drawer filing cabinet next to it. A metal storage cabinet presumably held supplies and office materials. Finally, in a corner was a tiny shower like you often see in economy hotel rooms in Europe, and a small sink. The shower was little more than a phone booth with a shower head and a drain.
She asked him about areas of particular concern, and as he explained she smiled and nodded, assuring him that she could help a great deal, declaring "Your pain is now my enemy too. I will do battle with it and defeat it.
"But first you must wash your body, you understand. You are quite sweaty. You see my shower right over there. I will attend to some paperwork while you cleanse yourself -- please be very thorough!" She shook her head, "Oh, the paperwork. Here in America so many forms, so much time wasted!"
She went to her desk and busied herself with the bothersome paperwork. Danny wasn't quite sure what to do. He expected her to leave while he washed.
"Are you going to stay here while I shower?"
Abeke laughed, "Why not, you silly man? You have come to me to tend to your body. Did you expect me to do so with my eyes closed? Ha! Now please wash your body and then I can begin your massage."
She turned back to her desk, and he took some relief in that as he undressed quickly. It was funny, but after so many years in locker rooms with fellow athletes he never thought much about nudity, but with this woman he had just met he felt incredibly shy being the only one who would be undressed.
After the quickest shower he had ever taken (but thorough, as instructed) he noticed with horror that he had no towel to dry himself. Or cover himself! Now what? He was more or less displayed in a tiny glass case, naked, with a strange woman in the room. Eventually Abeke noticed that the water had been turned off, and turned around and exclaimed, "I left you without a towel! I am negligent! My apologies."
She went to the cabinet and got a very large and luxurious towel, marched right over to her quite embarrassed customer, opened the shower door, and handed it to him. Although he was Hispanic, and even more brown from working outside, his skin turned a bit pink with embarrassment. He covered himself with the towel and stepped out of the shower. She remained, talking with him about massage techniques, blood flow, healing of injuries. He really couldn't cover his genitals while simultaneously drying himself, so that battle was lost.
His private parts were large, even in proportion for someone of his size, and she noticed. He saw a little smile. That only caused him to blush more, which she also seemed to enjoy.
"Now, up on my table, young man. Let us see what I can do to remedy your discomfort." She took the towel away and instructed him to lay face down. The sheets were cool and fresh, and he placed his head in the face cradle. He liked being clean and also not having to look Abeke in the eye for now. He reached under himself to adjust his cock and balls, and then tried to relax. She patted his body with the towel, drying the little moisture remaining, finally running it up between his buttocks.
A few moments passed while she washed her hands at the sink, and the next thing he felt was her hands stroking his body from top to bottom, first on his left side and then his right, as if claiming him entirely. Her hands had complete jurisdiction over him while he was on her table. Her right hand stopped at his bottom, which she patted affectionately. A moment went by.
Warm oil felt good on his achy shoulders, and her strong hands were wise in how they kneaded and rubbed him. Nothing was neglected, from his neck to his waist. She knew the muscle groups and what they needed. She took clues from his body language and quiet grunts if something felt very good or very bad. She had complete control and she knew it. He soon forgot about being naked.
Eventually the pain in his neck and shoulders dissipated, and she honed in on his lower back. It was nothing short of a miracle. It was a combination of the lessening of pain and actual pleasure. Plus, pressing down on his lower back pressed his genitals against the cushion of the table, keeping him semi erect. He was glad he was face down.
Her attention shifted to his lower body, and he felt the warm oil on his left calf, then on his right. She worked her magic and the feeling of imminent spasm and cramping was soon gone. He had large, muscular calves, but they were no match for Abeke's determination and skills.
