Chapter 6: So Lovely And So Gentle

‘Then soon after, I went on to university. That had been planned without any end aim for my future. But since working in the chemists I had decided I wanted to be a pharmacist. Mum was delighted as she saw that as a really good future for me.’

As Danny massaged over his cheeks again, Charles went quiet, apart from some more ‘mmm’s. Then as his hands moved past his waist, he continued, ‘I’d only been there three months when mum died. I took some time off and cleared the house.’

‘It was rented, and there seemed no point in me keeping it on, even if it had been possible. I had good digs near the university, so instead of going home at holidays I just stayed put.’ ‘What did you do in the holiday periods?’ Danny asked.

‘I did a lot of walking,’ Charles told him. ‘I got some occasional jobs in different chemist shops and even in a pub once. But mainly I did a lot of studying.’ Danny reached his head, massaged it briefly and told him to turn over. Smiling at him, Danny asked how he was finding it.

‘It’s nothing like I expected,’ Charles told him. ‘I’m finding it so easy to talk to you and the massage is lovely. I’ve never had one before.’ ‘I’m going to go down your front now, just the same,’ Danny told him. ‘Carry on from when you returned to university after your mum died.’

Danny massaged the front of his head, then as he moved down onto his shoulders, Charles said, ‘When I returned to university, I had dropped behind quite a bit, so I had to do a lot of studying to catch up. Doing that seemed to stick, and I studied hard after that for most of the time I was there.’

‘Three years later, I got my degree. Then I returned to my home area, found a studio flat and got a job in the chemist where I’d worked after school as a trainee pharmacist.’ Then as Dannys hands moved up onto the front of his shorts, Charles stopped speaking.

He watched Dannys hands as they got nearer and nearer to his cock. He felt excited, but nervous, not sure how Danny might react if he went hard. Then just as Dannys hands moved over his cock it started growing. In seconds he was fully hard.

Even worse, he was very excited about it and his hard cock was throbbing and waving about like mad in his shorts. It was even banging against Dannys hand with just his shorts in between. Seeing his look of panic, Danny reassured him.

‘Don’t worry,’ he told him, ‘Your cocks only doing what it’s designed to do. We’d need to be more concerned if it hadn’t reacted to my touch at all. When you play with yourself, the touch of your hand and what you’re thinking about makes it go hard doesn’t it?’

‘Yes.’ Charles admitted. ‘So, when someone else’s hand touches it, even with your shorts in between, it’s bound to react even more so. And no doubt as you felt my hands getting near and realised it might happen; your thoughts and memories would make it even more likely. ‘

As his hands moved down the front of his legs, Charles was still enjoying the feeling of his hard cock. ‘I don’t know why I was bothered,’ he thought to himself, ‘After all, Dannys already seen me naked and my cock hard, albeit on film.’

‘I moved round a few times then,’ Charles told him, ‘I thought it would give me more experience. Which it did. I also met a few nice girls at work, but I still felt unable to ask them out. Then I saw the job I’ve got now advertised.’

‘I applied for it and got it. It was a good step up and the prospects are good for my future. A future I still have, thanks to you.’ he said smiling at him. ‘And now you have a young lady to share that future with you,’ Danny told him, ‘But we’ll come back to that.’

‘Tell me about the girls you dreamt about at school and at work.’ ‘There were lots at school,’ Charles admitted, ‘They all looked lovely to me. It didn’t help that I knew lots of them were having sex with the other boys in my year.’

Charles paused as Dannys hands reached the legs of his shorts once more. Before they even moved up onto them Charles’s cock had gone hard and so Danny had a tent to massage over. When his hands moved over the top of the tent pole, Charles couldn’t stop crying out in delight.