Massaging My Friend

I had known Brian for about 3 months now. I met him when I started working at a newer factory, him being new as well. Being in our late 20s and being new to the job, we hit it off quickly, joking around at work and hanging out regularly.

It was one weekend night at his house, enjoying one or two beers, playing some video game, when Brian complained about a spasm in his lower back.

"Ah," he said, leaning forward on the couch, rubbing his lower back. "Some days, all the lifting at our job just gets to me." He seemed to be in real discomfort, but I just found it odd, Brian being a bit bigger than me physically. I never had any problems from working, but I sympathized with him.

"Sorry man, that sucks," I said, finishing off the last sip of a beer.

"This may sound crazy," he says, turning towards me. "But I have this massage table I got as a gift, I've never gotten the chance to test it out. You think you could maybe work my lower back a bit?"

"Wha?" I am confused at Brian's request, unable to answer. He just laughs.

"Look," he says, "Nothing weird, ha. I just could really use the help, and it's not like there's any ladies here or professional masseurs."

"I, um.." I try to think of an excuse, a way to say no. "I don't know the first thing about giving a massage, I'd probably make it worse." This makes Brian laugh again, it almost seems like a nervous laugh.

"No, come on, you'll do great. You've got these little dainty hands." He reaches out and squeezes my hands after saying this. I immediately pull them away, laughing.

"Hey!" I exclaim. "That's a bit rude!" Still laughing, Brian stands up and goes to his nearby closet. He pulls out the folding massage table, and sets it up in front of the couch. I merely sit and watch, curious now.

"Oh, come on," Brian lifts his shirt off and tosses it aside, shocking me. The first thing I notice is how defined his body is. I mean, I kind of knew from being around him, but seeing him without a shirt shows off every detail of his ripped abs and pecs. "Just try it, come here."

"Oh, k.." my mind is sort of stun locked after seeing Brian's body. I'm not gay or anything, it just really is impressive. Feebly, I stand up, and move towards the massage table, Brian already laying face down on it.

"Oh, I forgot," he says, turning his head, reaching into a bag. He grabs some oil, and hands it to me. "It's supposed to be warming oil, good for pain relief. I don't know, feel free to use some." I stare at the oil, setting it aside for the moment, my eyes returning to Brian's long back on the table in front of me.

"Ok. I might have to." I stand next to the table, and place my hands about halfway down Brian's back. I begin to do my best massage impression (I've seen a few videos) mimicking the movements of kneading and squeezing the muscles.

"Wow," Brian's voice is noticeably lower and calmer than a few seconds ago. "That already feels incredible. Keep going, please."

"Ok, good." I feel proud of myself, able to help my friend out like this. He mentioned his lower back, so I move my hands down lower, massaging a few inches above Brian's shorts. He lets out a deep sigh as I hit this area, so I know that I'm doing the right thing. I can't lie, I become a bit mesmerized at the way Brian's strong back feels beneath my hands.

"Mmm," Brian nearly moans out. "That's starting to feel incredible. Feel free to use the oil."

"Oh.. yeah." I had nearly forgotten about the oil. I pop it open, and hold it over Brian's lower back, watching as a few drops splash down, causing another sigh, near moan to come from Brian's lips. For some reason, this makes me smile as I begin to work it into his lower back, some of it trickling down onto his shorts.

"Fuck yeah," Brian moans out, his voice much lower and deeper than earlier. As good as this feels helping out my friend, it's really awkward trying to massage his back from the side of the table. I try to move towards the back, but it's too long of a stretch for my shorter arms.

"Here, I may have to try something, to get a better angle," I say to Brian, grabbing the sides of the massage table. I pull myself up onto the table (hoping the entire time that this thing will support both our weight) and sort of gently sit on Brian's legs, my legs hanging off the sides.

"Mmm, yeah," Brian doesn't seem to mind at all. "That'll definitely help get a better angle."

"Yeah.." I say, returning my hands to his lower back in this new position. I work the oil over his smooth, strong back, going down lower. I grip onto his belt buckle for support, rubbing smooth circles over his lower back. But the way I grip it, his pants sort of accidentally slide lower, the top of Brian's ass cheek nearly popping out. I want to apologize, but Brian doesn't seem to mind. He seems deeply relaxed, making the occasional moan or sigh of approval.

"How, how's this feeling?" I ask Brian, my voice suddenly sounding a bit shaky, softer than earlier.

"Mmm, so good, thank you," he replies. Suddenly, at his soft, deep voice, and the sight of his oily back, the top of his ass cheek exposed, I feel something coming over me, rushing through my body. My cock begins to harden. I nearly panic. But I don't say anything, my hands still running over Brian's lower back, my thumbs barely grazing the top of his ass.

Up to this point, I've never had a gay thought, at least one I've ever acknowledged. But this is a very peculiar situation, one I've never been in before. I feel so embarrassed, I try to readjust, maybe to hide my boner, but that only causes it to brush against the bottom of Brian's ass, hardening it even more. My face feels red, I suddenly want to run away, this can't be happening. But Brian turns his head, his eyes barely open, almost whispering.

"Do.. do you have a boner right now?" He asks, half a smile on his face.

"I.. I'm sorry, I'll stop.." Is all I can say. My hands pause, one of them gripping Brian's belt, the other just inches above. But a soft laugh escapes Brian's lips as he returns to resting his head.

"It's ok. So do I, keep going." His words send a ripple through my body. I readjust a few inches, and that's when I feel it, pressing against my leg. Hidden by his shorts, but stretching out hard underneath him is Brian's cock, just as hard as mine. When I readjust, his boner rubs against the inside of my leg, causing another soft moan from Brian.

"Ok.." I whisper. We are crossing into dangerous waters now, but it doesn't feel wrong or anything. I take Brian's belt into both of my hands and tug on his shorts, pulling them down a bit more, exposing more of his smooth, soft ass. I sort of thrust forward in this motion, my suddenly very hard cock brushing against his ass. Once again, Brian gives a moan of approval.

"Fuck.." I whisper, unsure if Brian heard that or not. Dripping more oil over his lower back, I work it even lower, massaging the top of his ass cheeks. They are so soft, yet strong, I've never felt anything like it. I feel transfixed, inching his shorts down even lower as I rub the warm oil over his ass. Brian keeps moving below me, I can feel his cock hardening even more, constantly pressing against my leg. Fuck, he feels so big. I lean down, placing my face inches from Brian's ear to whisper. As I do this, my hard cock presses upright, wedged between Brian's nearly exposed ass cheeks.

"Maybe, y-you should flip over," my voice nearly trembles. "S-so I can get the front of you?" Without even a word, just a smile, Brian begins to roll around underneath me. I lift up, to give him room, but not enough to stop my hard cock from rubbing against him as he flips over.

"Of course.." he says, his eyes half closed, a smile on his face. I readjust and straddle Brian's lap again, this time his boner is tenting in his shorts. Mine is super hard as well, my sweatpants hiding nothing as our cocks gently meet.

"Mmm," a soft whimper escapes Brian's lips. I take the oil and squirt a bit of it on the front of him. My god, he as such an incredible body, ripped, defined abs and big juicy pecs. I begin to work the oil over the front of him, not stopping on one place in particular. At first, I focus on his pecs, squeezing them in my hands. They feel so strong and massive. I let out a gentle sigh, our cocks (though clothed still) rub together deliberately, Brian seeming to lift off the table at times.

"You're incredible.." Brian moans out, squirming delightfully below me. Every move he makes forces our cocks to rub together more. I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants, it's been so long since I had intimate contact with anybody.

"Thank you.." for some reason, it just seems right. I lean forward, giving Brian's lips the tiniest peck, just tasting them. He smiles, seeming to enjoy it. I pull myself back, my hands rubbing the oil down and over his defined abs. Fuck, I want sexy abs like that, I think to myself. Brian moans louder, both of us getting hotter and hotter each second. Brian's hands reach out, squeezing my sides. His hands slide up the front of me, underneath my shirt, going up over my flat stomach, up higher, brushing against my chest, my nipples.

"Ohh, fuck," I moan out, arching my back slightly. Brian's cock is hard as hell, I practically begin to straddle it now, feeling it pulsing underneath me. Brian begins to lift my shirt off, and I don't stop him. I help him in fact, tossing it to the side of me. Both of us shirtless now, our pants barely hanging on as we thrust together.

I lean back a bit, moaning and feeling incredible. Brian's hands slide up the front of me further, loosely hanging around my neck.

"I think it's my turn to massage you now," he says, lifting up a bit, a lustful, dazed look on his face.

"Yeah?" I whimper out. Without delay, Brian grabs my body, forcing me down onto the massage table, face down. He wastes no time, straddling the back of me like I did to him earlier. Except there is no delay, he very quickly pulls my pants down, causing me to gasp as his hands squeeze and slap my ass.

"Fuck.. Brian.." my mind is a delirious blur. I've never been to turned on. My cock aches and leaks precum as he squeezes and massages my ass. I feel the warm oil being poured over my ass, so much oil. He works it deep, over my ass cheeks, between the crack of my ass, his fingers brushing over and then inside my ass, slowly and not forcefully.

"Fuck.." I moan out louder, feeling Brian press his body against mine, his lips inches away from my ear. His body is still oily and wet. It feels incredible sliding against my back from behind. At some point, he had unzipped his shorts, because I can feel his naked cock wedged between my exposed ass cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck you. Your ass is incredible." Brian kisses the side of my neck after saying these words, his hands gliding over the sides of my now oily body.

"Fuck.." is all I can say. I don't even think, I just get lost in the pleasure, the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against my hole. My ass is so oily, it slides in easily, just a few inches of his tip, causing a pleasurable moan to escape my lips. Brian nearly lifts me up, so that he's basically to the side of me now. His hand slides down the front of me, strong oily hands, running over my stomach and abs, even lower as i moan out joyfully. And then, underneath my pants, squeezing my hard, hard wet cock.

"My god, Brian.." I am lost, consumed by bliss, as he jerks me off. His cock presses deeper and deeper into me. It just feels so right, so natural, like we've both been waiting the longest time for this. Matching his thrusts with the movement of his hand on my cock, he fucks me, and jerks me off simultaneously.

"Ahh, fuckkk.." Every groan of his sends warm air down my neck, it makes me incredibly hard. I know I won't last as Brian expertly jerks my cock, sliding up and down my long shaft with his oily hand. The pressure from behind is intense, but natural, more of Brian's cock disappearing into my virgin ass.

"Ahh!" I'm in heaven, moaning like crazy, and before long it happens, cum shooting from my cock, all over Brian's massage table. I barely have time to think about this, before I feel Brian exploding into my ass, his cum leaking down the sides of my legs and ass. He squeezes my ass tight from behind, still softly thrusting and emptying all of his load into me.

"Oh. My. God." My body feel shaky. Brian quickly pulls his cock away, but neither of us move, for a few seconds. I feel Brian's soft lips pass over my neck, before we both stand up, clothes coming back on us quickly, the realization of what just happened hitting both of us.

Brian grabs a towel and begins to clean up the massage table. I just sort of sit on the couch, watching him, feeling shy now. I feel like going outside for a cigarette, and I rarely smoke.

"Some massage, huh?" Brian asks, smiling at me the couch.

"Yeah," I say, shy, unable to look at him directly.

"Well, thank you," he says, and it sounds very sincere. "I feel much better now." And this forces a wide grin out of me. I'm so glad I could help him out.