ONLY TEMPORARY
Chapter 8: Wet Pants (Part 2)
I made a big mess again but it was much easier to clean up than my briefs and brown pants.
When I returned downstairs five minutes later, I was in another pair of underwear, just like Joshua who had pulled his tighities whities back on.
The brace was also buckled around his lower back.
He was stretching his arms in the living room.
"You seem like you can move much better!"
"I can. I've told you; it's usually not that bad. Besides, I've been taken care of masterfully. Thank you, Justin."
He smiled at me.
"You would have done the same for me."
I was not sure that it was true but he confirmed.
"I should call Jen but then, we should order something tonight. No cooking for you, you've worked hard enough."
"Sure."
I could not deny it had been "hard".
"Pick something to eat, I'll go to my office."
The best way to calm my arousal was for Joshua to mention his wife... That was the perfect boner killer.
I should have thought about Jennifer while I was massaging Josh. I bet I would not have ruined my pair of pants.
Why would have I wasted that pleasure though?
After all, I had not done anything wrong.
Had I?
Joshua seemed to feel so much better!
The rest of the evening was much more casual.
Joshua needed the rest and I had jizzed twice so my mind could (finally!) think somewhat clearly without being polluted with my horniness.
We did not mention the massage again and I thought it was better that way.
If it did not need to be discussed, it meant that Joshua had not thought anything of it.
For sure, it had turned a bit sexier than anticipated, but rubbing cream on someone is always hands-on, it had to be.
In this case, this was a medical emergency.
This was a one-time thing and I did not have to wreck my mind around it.
*
The next days showed me that this statement was only half true.
Yes, I did not have to worry about it.
But no, it did not remain a one-time event.
On Tuesday and then on Wednesday, Joshua came back from work and although he was feeling better, he definitely could use another massage.
"Do you think you could work those magic hands again?"
I was flattered and I obliged both times.
He could peel his clothes off himself, but once he would go lie down on the couch, he was mine to use... I mean, to take care of.
The sessions did not go as far as making me cream my pants, but they were very hot nonetheless.
I could get used to that routine.
Sitting on his thighs or on his ass depending on the part of his body I was working on... Applying the cream generously and on every part of his back... And of his massive ass... Feeling his body heating up under my fingers....
I did not cum but I certainly got hard anytime we were in that position.
I did not dare to spread his butt cheeks again though; the massages were quicker and Joshua more precise with the spot he wanted me to work on.
Thankfully, the area of tension was often close to his buttocks, but sadly, it never required for me to eat his hole.
That new habit of ours was exciting enough but it did not stop there.
On Thursday, Joshua came back home quite late.
So much so that I had not waited him for dinner, apparently, he was sharing a drink (and maybe some sort of meal) with important people after work.
He walked inside the apartment at 10:30 p.m., visibly annoyed.
"Those cocktails will kill me one day."
"Was it that bad?" I was watching television, another true crime.
He collapsed on the couch next to me.
Arf, he had not stripped out of his suit immediately in the entrance this time around.
Too bad.
"It was. Bunch of old assholes who think they control the world cause they have a tiny bit of power."
"I see."
"Believe me, those guys are unbearable. So dumb and yet, so fucking arrogant."
"I bet... Is your back okay?"
"Yes, it must be healed because I was standing up most of the evening and my back feel fine, although..."
My interest was piqued for a potential massage. It was usually how he was requesting one and I did not want this pattern to stop.
"Although?"
"It's my feet... They hurt like hell."
There was a short moment of uncertainty.
What was I to make out of this piece of information?
The words rolled off my tongue before my brain had time to process what I wanted to say.
"You want me to massage them?"
Joshua made a surprised face.
"Is that a question or a suggestion?"
I was not sure myself.
"I mean... If I can help you out, I don't mind."
He laughed.
"Really? You want to rub my stinky feet?"
Immediately as he said that, two emotions went through me, a surge of embarrassment and another, a stronger one, of excitement.
I was in a pair of loose underwear and I felt a boner coming. I was insatiable.
"No... I'm just saying, I wouldn't mind, it'd be like the massages I've been giving you."
"I've been thinking about that."
"Oh, really?"
Joshua scratched his head.
"I feel bad, you know. I don't want you to feel used or anything. You've been way too gracious with me."
Sweet irony. I felt like I was the one using him!
"I'm living here rent-free. You're aware that I've been looking for a way to compensate for your generosity since I've been here. I've been glad to have something I can do for you."
"For real?"
"Yes, take this as my way to repay you."
He chuckled.
"A payment in kind?"
My cheeks got red.
"Sort of..."
Joshua stretched his arms behind his head.
God damn it, he was so hot.
WHY WAS HE SO FREAKING SEXY ALL THE TIME?!
"Well, if you insist, I won't be against a little rubbing of the dogs. Just brace yourself for the smell though!"
I laughed nervously.
"I think I've got used to it since I've been living here."
"Am I stinking that much?"
"I'm the one washing the dirty laundry, remember? I had to get accustomed to your whiff."
"Oh yeah, that's true... You really are the perfect housemate."
As we kept talking, I moved from the couch and as he would always do, Joshua put his feet on the coffee table.
This time around though, he was wearing his black shoes, and more importantly, he was doing that move only to give me an easier access to his soles.
I hesitated for a second before kneeling down.
This was the only appropriate position to do this.
I did not even dare glancing at Joshua but I wondered what he thought when I started undoing the laces on his shoes.
This could have been a massage like any other but the fact that Joshua was fully dressed up and looking down on me while I was just in my underwear, literally kneeling at his feet, was giving the situation a whole new vibe.
As if I was his submissive or something.
Not that I disliked the feeling...
"Your laces are tight." I commented, trying to make this into something more casual.
"Yes... They are... Do you need help down there?"
"Of course not."
I removed his right shoe and revealed the pair of black socks he was wearing.
Indeed, there was a strong and familiar smell.
Before taking his sock off, I untied and removed the other shoe.
Maybe it was in my head but I felt like his left foot was stinking even more.
"Fuck, this is gonna feel so good... It's been such a long day." Joshua said.
At last, I looked at him.
His hands were behind his head, his shirt was unbuttoned but not off, and he was staring straight at me.
I could not go back now.
I did not want to go back anyway.
I peeled his right and then his left sock, slowly revealing the entirety of his large feet.
Joshua was a big guy (everywhere) and he had matching soles, a good size twelve.
That was impressive.
It let my mind wonder about the size of another part of his body...
The last resisting piece of his anatomy that I had not appreciated in its entirety yet...
But I digress, let's go back to the beautiful soles towering over my face.
Joshua made his toes giggle as a joke.
Funny for him, extremely exciting for me.
"I'm not sure if I'm ticklish. Jennifer hates feet, she's never gone there."
Wow.
I considered this an honor, to explore a part of Joshua's stunning body that even his wife had not been visiting...
What a fool Jennifer Dawson was! She had a man like that for himself and she was not treating him like he deserved.
I grabbed both his feet simultaneously.
I did not use any oil; I was massaging them raw.
"So, ticklish or not?"
Apparently not, Joshua was not laughing but he was definitely enjoying himself.
"Hmmm... That is niiiiiiice."
I beamed with pride.
I considered this a green light to really go for it.
I repositioned myself, still on my knees, and I went down his feet sensually, feeling every nook, every inch, every cranny, every bone...
For lack of stroking Joshua's huge cock, I was going down his huge feet.
I pressed hard on his soles and then, I went over each single one of his toes.
"Like that?" I asked.
He had shut his eyes.
It was a good sign; he was loving it.
"Yeah... Damn... You're a magician for real."
I could have some talents when it was about servicing a hunk.
But as I continued my duty, something else caught my gaze.
The bulge in the pants was without a doubt growing... And growing prominently.
The attention I was giving to his feet was making Joshua hard!
In all fairness, I was erected as well in my undies, but I was gay, it was expected.
Joshua, on the other hand, was not supposed to enjoy male-on-male action this way.
I continued rubbing the soles...
I had heard those were highly erogenous zones. Visibly, it was true.
I believe that this evening, something shifted in our dynamics.
Mostly because for once, Joshua seemed as flustered as I was and he looked pretty disconcerted when he realized how badly he was tenting in his pants.
Him too was about to make them wet!
I would have been a fool to believe that he had noticed how horny he had been making me, but there, it was the first time that he was openly aroused because of me.
He did not say a word but he did not seem that comfortable from this point on.
Besides, he caught me looking at his bulge.
How was I supposed to do? It was right there!
"Thank you, that was great." Joshua told me politely after a few minutes.
"No problem. Anything I can do to help."
"You're way too good to me, Justin."
He smiled.
I let go of his feet.
Definitely, he did not seem as careless as usual.
Argh.
I hoped this awkward moment had not ruined everything.
Thankfully, it did not seem like it did.
Joshua went upstairs, - maybe to wank one out?! -, and he returned in tight boxer briefs about fifteen minutes later.
Phew... He was still happy to show off before my eyes!
I do not want to spoil too much, but this was only the very beginning of our dynamic shift.
[To be continued]
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