Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry.” He had to laugh at Jack’s sudden panic-stricken look. “You can keep your pants on. No funny business, I promise. Remember, this is one hundred percent at your pace and comfort level. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Jack nodded and stood. “Okay. Lead the way.”
Will sat on the bed, watching Jack as he unbuttoned his shirt and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. His chest was massive—a strong, burly barrel chest with curling dark hair sprinkled with silver. The muscles in his arms and shoulders were bulging. Will drew in his breath, enthralled at the man’s raw masculinity. He honestly hadn’t realized how strong and well-built Jack was, his body until this moment hidden in loose denim work shirts.
He suppressed the intense urge to kneel at Jack’s feet and pull his pants down those strong, thickly muscled legs. He had to resist the fierce temptation to drag his underwear from his body and take his cock deep into his throat, not letting go until Jack begged for mercy. Will shook his head, forcing the vivid images from his mind.
Jack looked decidedly nervous as he approached the bed. “Uh, how should I be? How do you want me?”
Naked on your hands and knees. “Just lie on your stomach, with your head at the end of the bed so you can see the TV.” Will grabbed the remote and turned on the game. Jack lay down, his movements stiff and awkward. Will’s heart melted with compassion, even as his cock rose with desire.
He scooted closer to massage those massive shoulders. The muscles were knotted with tension. Will realized a full-blown back massage would be necessary. “Your shoulder muscles are really tense. I’m going to straddle your back so I can get a good angle, okay? You just relax and focus on the game.”
Jack gave a terse nod. Will had his work cut out for him. If the man held himself any stiffer he’d break in two. He climbed over Jack’s legs and settled himself over him. First he smoothed Jack’s skin to get him used to his touch. In a way it was like calming a wild animal. He didn’t want to make any sudden moves that might scare his quarry away.
Jack remained stiff beneath him, his muscles bunched and knotted at his shoulders. Will concentrated at first on his lower back, massaging and kneading the muscles on either side of the spine. Slowly he worked his way up the broad, strong back. Jack’s skin was smooth and supple beneath his fingers.
Jack lay very still, though his body no longer held its rigid posture. Will moved his way up to Jack’s shoulders. He took his time, first kneading the flesh, then going deeper, penetrating the bunched muscle with strong fingers until Jack groaned.
He didn’t stop until the muscles surrendered all of their tension. Jack sighed, the sound low and sensual in Will’s ear. Resisting the urge to lie down against Jack’s body and press his cock against his ass, he instead forced himself to focus on what he was doing.
As he worked the muscles, he could actually feel them ease and uncoil beneath his hands. He pressed harder, not giving up until Jack sank against the mattress, his body entirely limp.
Jack turned his head, no longer even pretending to watch the screen. Will leaned over to see his face. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. His breathing had become slow and regular. Will realized he’d put his potential lover to sleep.
He grinned ruefully to himself. “I’m so exciting he falls asleep on me.” Still, he knew it was a testament of Jack’s comfort level with him, and that was perhaps more important than anything else at this point.
He returned to a sweeping touch with his palms, keeping a gentle pressure against Jack’s skin. Jack’s arms were lying loose at his sides. Will massaged first one and then the other, pulling them out and away from Jack’s body as he did so. Jack remained limp, sinking into deeper sleep.
He touched Jack’s sides, feeling the ribs with his fingers. Jack didn’t move. Will was tempted to roll him over, to focus his attentions on less innocent areas of Jack’s anatomy. He bet that would wake him up in a hurry. His cock stiffened at the prospect, even as his mind nixed the idea.
Instead Will continued to stroke and smooth Jack’s back and sides, as he remembered his first sexual encounter with another man. Well, another boy really, as they’d both been fifteen at the time.
Justin Peterson was his lab partner in tenth grade physics class. Until they’d been assigned as partners Will hadn’t really known Justin, except to nod toward him when passing in the hall. He’d heard rumors Justin was gay, as Justin, unlike himself at the time, didn’t try to pass as straight. He gave off that particular effeminate vibe some gay guys cultivate and didn’t seem to care if he got made fun of, which he did.