Please note that I advocate safe sex and although essentially a very true story, a condom was used with the third party to this sex session which I have omitted here for fantasy purposes.
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Our 2 week stay in Fuerteventura was coming to an end, we'd be heading to the airport and back home the next morning and had just got back from a long and uneventful afternoon at the beach. I was pleased with our colour, no white bits and bronzed arses, the pair of us. I smiled thinking of the sex we had enjoyed with Marcus, Tony and the Spaniard from a few days earlier, plus the one on one sessions that Dave and I had managed to fit in, both at the beach and here, there and everywhere in the apartment. I headed for the shower to again wash away the sand and sun cream and give my pubes and arsecrack a last holiday shave. I felt good and smooth immediately afterwards and Dave disappeared in to the bathroom after me to do the same.
I was still wearing only the towel when there was a knock at the door and it opened of its own accord. Or indeed Marcus's as he came straight in as before. I wondered if he was up for a replay as it was very similar time and circumstances and we hadn't seen him for the bulk of our holiday but he said he was just checking that all was okay before we said goodbye in the morning and that he was about to go pick up his wife as she was landing in an hour. No sex then, I thought.
"And there's a band on in the complex tonight" he said. He walked out on to the terrace and pointed helpfully to the club house we had passed many times during our stay, as if we couldn't have just followed the sound if we were interested, which I doubted we would be. When we were overlooking the balcony, a voice called up, it was a friend of Marcus's. Marcus exchanged pleasantries and told me he was Michael (the vocalist to be on stage that evening) and before Marcus could stop him, he announced he'd come up.
As he came in, Marcus explained he was already late and just about to leave but as Michael was cute, I asked him if he'd time for a drink. "Love one" he said. Marcus said goodbye and that he'd be round at 10h00 the next morning for the keys.
So I gave Michael the choice, Cava or beer and he asked for some bubbly, great as it was an excuse to crack open the last bottle and I poured 3 glasses as I knew Dave was out of the shower by now. We chatted about music for a couple of minutes and then Michael told me how he didn't work the previous week as he'd hurt his back. I offered to take a look as I had studied sports physiotherapy for a term back in college (all those years ago...)
He removed his top, nice arms and shoulders, not too athletic but not an ounce of fat either. I sat him down on a dining chair and bent him forward so he was almost in the brace position, then ran my hands (or index fingers) up and down either side of his spine gently until we had identified the area of discomfort, then pushed his hands forward into a diving position and gently massaged where it was painful and tender.
Dave opened the bathroom door thinking it was Marcus until he saw Michael's hair and knew it was someone else. He gave me a quizzical look but I continued the massage and told Michael to remain in position as I introduced him to Dave's legs as he remained in his brace position and Dave was also wearing only his towel.
After several minutes, he seemed to be relaxed and the area was no longer tight so I gradually returned him to a sitting position. He took a sip of his drink and smiled, a sexy grin. "Thanks" he said. "Do you do legs too?"
So it came to pass he slipped out of his trousers and was face down on the base of our settee that we moved onto the floor, being rubbed up and down by me whilst Dave sat and watched in bewilderment. It turned out at the same time as he'd trapped the muscle in his back, he had stumbled and thought he had pulled something in his calf but I couldn't find out any area of pain and so I explained where the muscle started (in the groin) and finished (in the knee). He was laid on his back by now and his calves were shapely and solid. I asked him to completely relax them and then worked my way up from his knee on the offending leg. I asked him if it was okay to go into the groin area and he seemed totally relaxed with it. Naturally I had noticed how he filled his tight briefs and could only guess, as there was no sign of life, that nothing sexual would come of this so I remained a true professional, well amateur really as I was only helping out and this wasn't my paid for vocation. As I worked into the groin area, the back of my hand brushed against his medium sized balls for which I apologised. I stopped so we could both have a drink from our glasses and then returned, he told me how good it felt. And I worked up towards the waistband of his small briefs.