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Giving Relief to the Needy
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Giving Relief to the Needy It had been a while since I last fucked around with Robert. We would get together every now and then. I would be face down on his bed most of the time. It was a pretty no-nonsense arrangement. I would come over, get undressed, and get fucked situation. I liked that. Very uncluttered, that was how I defined our arrangement. I was the side-fuck. He had a boyfriend. That was cool by me, since I really wasn't looking to get tied down to anybody. I just needed the dick action. He provided that. I think that was why we got along as well as we did. We didn't need to be in each others business. We just needed that outlet of physicality. I was looking for that physicality when I texted him. I had just finished a meeting, and was looking to be horizontal in a bed, with someone else on top of me. He responded back, after a little wait, that he was in a lot of pain. He had recently threw his back out, and was suffering. I shot back, "I guess no fuck today?" His response came to me in the form of a question. "Can you give a massage," the text read. I shot back, "I can try." I was already making my way to his place before the next text came. You see, I do like the way Robert fucks me. When I arrived at his apartment, Robert answered the door. He was looking bad. He hobbled away from the door in a way that told me that I could pretty much kiss the idea of me taking his cock up inside me goodbye. I realized that he was serious. He really wanted somebody to give his back a working over. Usually, by this time I would be out of my clothes and lying on his bed; face down and legs spread. This was not a usual set of circumstances. I made my way to his bathroom so run my hands under some warm water. It was cold outside, and I figured the quickest way to warm my hands would be to get them under some warm water for a bit. Robert saw me making way to the bathroom, and told me that he wasn't in no shape for sex this time. I told him what I was doing, and he accepted the response by turning and heading to his bed. He stripped down to his underwear, and plopped face down in the spot I would usually find myself. He was positioned width-wise across the bed in an effort to afford me easy access to his body. I positioned myself right beside the bed and pressed my hands against his back. My hands were warm enough that he didn't jump, so I figured things were doing okay. I was fully clothed at this point, and I was surrendered to the fact that I was not going to be having that "freshly fucked" look on my face. I started applying pressure to his body. He started to groan with relief. Okay, that's not so bad. At least I'm doing some good here. It felt odd because I didn't have any lotion or oil, so the hand motions were not as smooth as they could have been. You go to battle with the army you have, not the army you want. Since it was cold outside, I was wearing a sweatshirt, with a pair of jeans and running shoes and socks. As I continued, I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with collected heat from the exertion building up in the shirt. After a bit I knew I had to re-position myself. I stepped back and took off my shoes. I would have to get on the bed to continue, and didn't want to just hop onto his bed with my shoes on. I went to a side spot, and took of the shoes and socks. I decided to take off the sweatshirt as well, since it was making me a bit uncomfortable. Then came the point where I had to make a decision, pants on or off. I didn't want to make it seem like I was going to try to take advantage of the guy. I, also, felt like it would just felt weird to continue what I was doing being in the state of undress, or dress as the case may be. After a quick moment, the pants were off. Since I don't wear underwear, I didn't have to concern myself with how far undressed I would be. I turned back to Robert, who was still face down on the the bed, completely naked. I climbed onto the bed and on top of him. I straddled him, much the way he straddles me. I positioned myself to continue the massage. It did strike me funny that if I were a top I would be in exactly the spot I wanted to be; mounted on top with my cock right in the crevice of this guy's ass. I went back to working his sore muscles. He started moaning again. I imagined the sight of me, on top of my top. My cock on the position his cock would be. Him moaning as I pressed into him. My thoughts were starting to wander. After a while of kneading Robert's flesh, I started to alternate techniques a bit. I started to gently run my fingers along his back. The moans continued. I heard him tell me, "That feels good. You can do that all over my body." I accepted that response as an indicator that he was feeling better. I did what he told me. I caressed his body lightly. I went to every spot on his body, at least the parts I could get to while being right on top of him. I had to move around. I got down next to him. I was lying prone right up against him. I continued the light touch. I started moving over his legs. I was moving to the inside of his legs. The thoughts were starting to seep into my mind. I gave a little nudge, and brushed against his balls. No resistance. I wasn't sure. I mean, he was in total pain when I first came over. That was when I first arrived. At this point it seemed that circumstances had shifted a bit. My hands brushed against his balls again, and I was getting no push back. I decide to take a bit further. I worked back into the harder massage movements, this time working his ass cheeks and lower back. I moved my hands under the underwear strap. I didn't want to seem to obvious, but I attempted to move the band down a bit. It moved only slightly. No resistance, but no help either. I just continued what I was doing. I would be able to move the strap ever so lightly down. I decided to switch things up a bit. I was right alongside him. I started using more of my body to caress his form. I would lovingly drag my foot along his calf. I would grip his body, not with massage pressure, but with the intensity of someone being made love to. Let's face it, we were making love, just one person was making all the movements. My hand would go under the<b> briefs </font></b>and play with his balls. I was starting to drop the facade of just wanting to alleviate his pain. I wanted to give him relief. Finally, it happened. He rolled over onto his back. I was able to slide the underwear down to his ankles. He was lying back and I could see his form the way it appears right before he puts me down on the bed and drills me with his massive fuckstick. With his moving around I found myself now eye-level with his massive cock. It was flaccid. Even still, it was fantastic. I stopped trying to work massage tactics on him, and tried to work my cock- tactics. I cupped his balls, and brought my mouth to the beautiful cockhead. I sucked him into my mouth. I love having his cock in my mouth. It doesn't happen very often. When it does I'm always amazed at how full it feels. It's like trying to fit an apple into my mouth. I slid my tongue over the crown and along the length of his manhood. He was still silent as his cock grew to fullness in my oral cavity. I would look up to see his face every so often. His eyes were closed, but a look of bliss was over his face. I went back down to work his sex. My body still exploring his fully. I imagined that he was loving the oral rinse I was giving him. He slightly whispered to jerk him. I took his cock out of my mouth and grasped it fully in my hand. I went up and down with my grip. My movements trailed off. My attention centered in on my manual connection with his now rigid member. I would lean down occasionally and put his cock back into my mouth. I did that just enough to get his cock slick with my saliva to I could continue with my jerking motions. My attention split between his facial reactions and his genital reactions. I had completely forgotten about how I was here to give Robert some relief from his back pain. I was now solidly into giving him relief of a different nature. He would say, "jerk it. Jerk it boy." His face starting to show some tension in reaction to the treatment I was giving. Suddenly, he called out, "Easy! Easy!" I knew that when he said that at other times that meant one thing. I looked down at my hand, still wrapped around his cock. It felt warm. I could see that his patch was then matted with a supply of hot fresh cum. I did it. I made him cum. His cock was still seeping out warm seed as it slowly started to wilt. I spread the seed all over his cock. I was transfixed on his cock. covering his cock with his cum was just so hot to me. I love making this man spurt his seed, and I had just done that. Oh wow, every time he cums I feel excited, and his time was no different. We lay there for a little while, me swabbing the cum onto his cock. I just loved life at that moment. I loved the fact that I made a man cum. I made a man in pain cum. It was great. I think he might want me to work him again. I guess I'll have to wait and see. |
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