Chapter 7: Except For One Part

‘If I do that, then I’ll massage each cheek in turn, directly on your skin.’ Seb continued massaging over his shorts, whilst Les imagined what that would feel like. Then he moved slowly up and took hold of the waist. He paused as he counted ten to himself.

Les remained silent, so Seb lifted his shorts up with one hand and slid his other hand down inside. As it slid down, Les was already making happy noises at the feeling. Then when Seb started massaging one cheek, Les was crying out in delight.

When Seb moved over and did the other cheek, Les’s cry increased in volume. Then Seb paused, just letting his hand lie on Les’s bare cheek. ‘On a scale of one to twenty, how would you rate that massage on your cheeks?’ he asked.

The reply came instantly, ‘Fifty.’ Les said. ‘Ok, well I think we can increase that even more.’ Seb told him. ‘When I finish massaging, I’ll slide my hand out of your shorts. If you lie still, I’ll carry on up your back to your head.’

‘But if before my hand is completely out of your shorts, you lift your hips up, I’ll pull the back of your shorts down to just below your cheeks. Then I’ll be able to massage both cheeks on the skin at the same time with nothing in the way.’

Seb then did another brief massage on each cheek. When he’d finished, he put his index finger in the crack between them and started drawing his hand out of Les’s shorts, his fingertip sliding slowly and gently up his crack.

As his finger started sliding, Les let out a happy moan which grew in volume as Sebs finger moved along. Then just as it was about to come out past the waistband, Les’s hips lifted up and stayed up. Seb moved his hands apart and held the waistband at both sides.

He slid them down slowly until he had uncovered Les’s cheeks. As he rested them down onto his thighs a couple of inches below his cheeks, Les lowered his hips down. He was feeling so excited. Seb studied Les’s bare bum. It was quite small and narrow because of his general size.

The next minute Les screamed out in ecstasy as both of Sebs hands rested down softly onto both of his cheeks at once. Seb held them still for a moment, then started massaging very slowly in a small circle, both hands going round at the same speed on each cheek.

From Les’s noises, there could be no doubt how much he was loving it. When he came to an end, Seb ran his finger up the crack once more, resulting in another happy howl from Les. As Seb started massaging up his back, Les called out, ‘I’ve never experienced anything so lovely before. Definitely a score of a hundred.’

Seb stayed silent as he moved up Les’s back, letting him enjoy the memory of what he had just felt. Then as he approached his shoulders, Seb asked, ‘You said that Jane knew as little about sex as you do. If you’ve only kissed so far, how do you know that?’

‘We talked about it last time we were out together,’ Les told him. As Seb reached his head, he massaged it, took his hands away, and told him to turn over. Still thinking about his discussion with Jane, Les just rolled over and settled on his back.

It was only as he felt the settee on his bare bum that he remembered his shorts were down. He looked down his front. With his hips lifted, the front of his shorts had slid down too. But because he had still been hard, his willie had caught on the waistband.

It was now standing up at right angles to his body, holding the front of his shorts up in the air. He could see most of his willie and all of his hairs. He drew his breath in sharply and looked at Seb, knowing he could see it too. Seb smiled at him. ‘You’re relaxing well,’ he told him.

‘Tell me what you’re thinking?’ ‘My first thought was panic at having so much on view,’ Les told him. ‘That lasted two seconds. Then I thought, ‘So what?’ Sebs got one as well. Then I wondered how I would have felt if they’d slid down even further, and my willie was completely uncovered.’

‘What was the result of that thought?’ Seb asked. ‘I thought it would have been more comfortable.’ Les told him, ‘Because as it is, my shorts are pulling on my willie far too much. Then I felt amazed that my thought was to take them off my willie and leave it free, rather than having any urge to pull them up and hide it.’