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The Backrub...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Nov 1997 1 comments
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My best friend is nothing special to look at. But that doesn't stop me wondering what his dick is like. Though I've never seen him naked, I fantasise about him when I wank. Last week was a bit different, though. Let me share it with you. Grant is very stressed about his girlfriend at the moment, so when I suggested I give him a massage with aromatherapy oils, he jumped at the chance. He took off his shirt and sat on the floor with his back to me. I smeared some lavender oil on my palms, and began rubbing. His shoulders are broad, and his skin is soft, and it wasn't long before I had a raging hard-on. As the massage became more intense, I began pressing my dick against his back. I could feel my briefs becoming damp as I fantasised about my hands moving down his back, slowly removing his shorts so I could massage lower down his back, to his tight buns, and lower, to his legs, then suggesting he remove his pants completely. Suddenly Grant turned! I moved my arm to cover the bulge in my shorts as he lay face down on the floor. "Was he getting hard too?" I wondered. I hoped so! As I scrambled across his body as he lay on the floor, it was all I could do to stop my hands from feeling around his body to check for a woody. I restrained myself, and continued rubbing the fragrant oil into his body. His back glistened, and his breathing became deep as he drifted into slumber with his face in his arms. By now I was lightly stroking his back with the fingertips of my right hand, and my left hand was pulling my dick out of the leg of my shorts. I hadn't had a boner this hard in days! I stroked gently and quietly, trying not to wake Grant. The excitement was unbelievable - here I was, in my best friend's living room, touching his body, while wanking ever more furiously, and with his flatmate's bedroom door immediately in front of me. The sounds of a hand on well-oiled prick became more obvious as my breathing became shallow and stilted. Would he wake? By now I hoped so! I was so horny, I wanted to turn him over and grab his dick, sucking him until he came in my mouth. But that would never happen, so I just kept up this wonderful wank for as long as I could. And then it happened. I reached that all-too-familiar point of no return. I was going to cum! I let out my usual orgasmic groan, stifling it as best I could. Grant at that moment began snoring, just as a load of hot jiz squirted up his back. Five or six shots, and I instantly lost my nerve. I hurriedly stuffed my hard-on back into my pants, continuing to drizzle a little. Now the real massage began - I rubbed my sperm all over his back, smearing it thinly until it was no longer visible. The rub continued for about forty-five more minutes, as I glowed in the thought that I had gotten away with it. Eventually, it was time to leave, and I enjoyed the thought that I was about to go home and have another wank while reliving the experience. At the sound of me opening the door, Grant woke up. He thanked me for the relaxing massage, and I left. As I did so, I realised I had a wet patch at the front of my pants, and a trickle of cum had found its way down one leg. An awful thought struck me: had I gotten away with it after all?