Chapter 1: Peters Pleasures

‘If you say nothing,’ Danny told him, ‘I’ll massage your cheeks inside your trousers over your shorts. Then I can reach down and massage some of your legs on the skin. If at that point you feel relaxed enough to lift your hips up, I’ll slip your trousers down. Then I can massage all of the back of your legs on the skin all the way down.’

‘If necessary, I’ll do the same on the way back up. Remember how fast we move on is entirely up to you. Turn over when you feel ready.’ Peter turned right away. He felt confused. The mere suggestion of anyone putting their hands inside his trousers after what had happened should have seen him running hell for leather out of the front door.

Yet not only was he feeling relaxed. He actually felt excited at the idea. ‘Does Leyla still smile at you?’ Danny asked as he massaged the back of his head. ‘Yes,’ Peter replied. ‘That means that she likes you just like you like her. She is probably longing for you to ask her out. She could be as shy as you are. Remember it’s not just boys who have first date nerves, girls do too.’

As Danny massaged his shoulders, Peter digested the possibility of a date with Leyla. The mere possibility sent lovely feelings right through him. As Danny massaged down his back, part of his mind was on his first date.

‘Apart from your mate who works there, do you have any other connection with the Manor Hotel?’ Danny asked. He felt Peter give a shiver. ‘I did two weeks there on work experience three months ago.’ he said.

As he reached his waist, Danny took hold of the back of his trousers and paused. ‘Was it your choice to go there?’ Danny asked. Peter was aware Danny had paused, he was trying to decide whether to say stop, thinking about his imaginary date and remembering his experience at the Manor.

He was so busy trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings he said nothing. Danny slid one hand down inside to find that he was massaging over a pair of underpants. As his hand reached his cheek, Peter let out a howl that sounded so ecstatic.

The sensation going through him at the touch of Danny’s hand was so lovely. That the feeling came from an area that he had thought he would never be able to bear anyone touching ever again, made it even more special.

As Danny’s hand moved all over both cheeks one after the other, Peter felt like he was floating in the lake on a lovely warm day. He imagined Leyla floating beside him in a bikini, then the two of them getting dried in the cave afterwards.

Still in a dream, he lifted his hips. He felt his trousers sliding down his legs. Even a brief flashback to the last time someone else had done that couldn’t spoil the pleasure he was feeling at that moment.

Danny put his hands back on Peters pale yellow underpants. As he massaged both cheeks at once, Peter let out another howl of delight.

It faded away as Danny massaged on the skin down the back of his legs.

Remembering the question, Peter answered, ‘Sort of. We chose what field we wanted a placement in. I chose hospitality. Then all the options were put on cards in a box. They were pulled out one at a time.’

‘After each selection, one of our names was picked from another box. Mine was matched with ‘waiter’. I was given the card and on the back was ‘The Manor Hotel.’ As he started back up his legs, Danny asked, ‘What sort of hours did you work?’

‘I did the first week from six am through to three,’ he said. ‘I did breakfasts and lunches with some bits in the kitchen in between. Then the second week I did from twelve until eight. That was lunches and early diners.’

As Danny reached the bottom of his underpants again, Peter added, ‘Apparently, I wasn’t allowed to work later than eight on work experience.’ Then the lovely feeling swept through him again. He cried out with delight and Danny remained silent as he massaged all over both cheeks with both hands. As he reached his waist, Danny stopped.

After Peters wail of delight faded, Danny said, ‘I’m going to stay here until you say ‘Up’ or ‘Down’. If you say up, I’ll carry on up. If you say down, I’ll go back down to your feet, but this time I’ll go inside your underpants and massage directly on the skin of your cheeks.’

As he waited, Danny ran his fingertips along the inch of skin immediately above Peters underpants, going from one side to the other and back again. It didn’t take Peter long to decide. ‘Down.’ he said firmly.

As Danny lifted the back of his underpants Peter was feeling so excited. Then as Danny’s hand slid down his skin onto his cheek, he nearly choked. ‘Oh, that feels wonderful.’ he said. As Danny massaged his loose and largish cheek Peter was making a low moaning ecstatic sound.

When Danny moved across onto the other cheek it increased in volume. Then Danny moved back to the middle, placed his index finger deep down the crack between his cheeks and drew it up slowly until it came out of the top.

Peters happy noise increased in volume as if Danny was moving a sliding volume control. Then as he massaged back down over his underpants the sound gradually faded. Then Danny asked, ‘Who did you work with at the Manor?’

As he started back up from his feet, Peter answered, ‘The first week I was put with one of the waiters who was only two years older than me. The second week I was moved around each day to work with a different waiter doing different things.’

As he was answering he was aware of Danny’s hands approaching his cheeks again. As he massaged up over his underpants his excitement grew as he wondered if he would go down inside again. When his hands reached his waist, Danny took hold of the back of his underpants.

Peter was holding his breath waiting to feel Danny’s hand going down, then instead he felt the back of his underpants sliding down. His excitement grew, then Danny gently placed the top of his underpants down on the back of his legs just below his cheeks. Peter held his breath again wondering what was coming next.

Then as both of Danny’s hands landed on both cheeks together, he screamed with delight. The scream increased as Danny massaged both cheeks at the same time. Staying on them for a while, Danny then massaged up his back without asking any questions. As he reached his head, Peter was still in ecstasy from his cheeks. When Danny said, ‘Turn over.’ he turned right away.

It wasn’t until he was settled on his back that he realised he was still half hard from thinking about Leyla. Before he could react, Danny said, ‘I’m glad to see you’re erecting. That is your body showing me how much at ease you’re getting with me.’

Peter was surprised but relieved, he knew there was no chance of making it go down. ‘You might not know it,’ Danny told him, ‘But your body wouldn’t let you erect in my presence unless you felt safe and at ease with me.’

As he massaged his head, he told him, ‘When I go down your front, I’ll do the same as I did on your back. But remember it’s your decision.’ As he moved onto his shoulders he asked, ‘When you started dreaming about Leyla at night, how long was it before you dreamt that she was in bed with you, and you were making love?’

Moving onto his chest he noticed the bulge in his underpants had just grown a little. ‘The third night,’ Peter admitted. ‘And have they all been of you both making love since then?’ ‘Yes.’ he said.

As he moved onto his stomach the bulge was even bigger. Peter didn’t seem to be bothered. ‘In your dream,’ Danny asked, ‘How sure did you feel that you were doing everything as you should be when you made love?’ ‘I wasn’t at all sure,’ Peter said, ‘But fortunately it doesn’t matter in a dream does it.’

As Danny took hold of the front of his underpants and lifted them slightly, he told him, ‘No, but if you get your dream correct, you’re more likely to get it right when it becomes real.’ He was just about to slide his hand in when Peter said, ‘Stop.’

Danny put his underpants down immediately, then started massaging over the top. As his hand reached Peters cock, it went to fully hard. It looked to be about four or more inches long. At his touch it waved about in his underpants and Peter made more happy noises.