Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)
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He gasped.
She raked her fingers slowly up his stomach to his chest then down again, teasingly. She discovered he was rock hard and sticking straight out toward the wall. Tracing a line down his shaft, she ran her finger to the tip while sliding her other hand between his legs, cupping his balls.
“Oh, Victoria.”
She circled her fingers around his girth and gave him a couple of slow, deliberate pumps while her other hand playfully massaged his undercarriage.
He leaned forward further and spread his legs. For several minutes she stroked him at a faster rhythm, pressing her lips to his back and biting on his skin. Slipping her index finger along his perineum, she brought the fist of her other hand to the ridge of his erection then went further, cupping his head into her palm and rolling her wrist around while maintaining a light grip.
He groaned. “Oh, fuck… I’m going to…”
Grinning, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed tightly as she returned to stroking him. He struggled to breathe as he pressed his face against the tile with his arms stretched up high over his head.
She tugged down on his balls as she ran her tight grip over him faster and faster. Suddenly his body convulsed and he cried out in ecstasy. Trembling, he brought a hand down to direct her away from his sensitive head.
“Oh, God…” Panting, he rested his cheek against the tile as he moaned. When he finally had the strength, he turned to her. “Wow, that was…”
“You liked?”
“I did.”
“Good, now it’s my turn.” After flashing him a sexy grin, she turned, placing her hands on the tile wall and spread her legs apart.
He admired the view for a moment then slipped down to his knees, placing his hands on her hips. “You look good enough to eat.”
“I was hoping you were hungry.”
He buried his head between her legs and it was on.
21
Sitting in Brian’s office, Antonio looked at the two brothers like they were crazy. He said in his thick Italian accent, “You want me to do what?”
“When his wife comes in the room, just massage his ass or something a little bit,” Jim said.
“Yeah, just for a minute.” Brian lifted his palms up and shrugged.
“Why are you doing this?” The muscular masseuse wearing a tight black t-shirt and even tighter pants narrowed his eyes.
Jim began, “His wife is trying to make him bisexual and—”
“You guys haven’t been drinking have you?” Antonio asked.
“No!” Brian shook his head, exasperated. “Look, my wife’s trying to convince me to have some type of bisexual experience and we’re trying to teach her a lesson.”
“Okay… but how exactly is this going to work?”
“Look, you’re a masseuse,” Jim began. “You’ve given guys massages before, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“You’ve worked their glutes, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So, you wait until you hear Jillian walk in then you start working on his glutes and Brian will just start moaning a little bit.”
“I guess I could do that,” Antonio said with an uninspired frown.
“What do you normally charge for a massage at a client’s house?” Jim asked.
“One hundred for the hour.”
“I’ll give you two hundred,” Brian said.
“Okay.” Antonio perked up a bit. “When?”
“Great.” Brian smiled. “This Saturday come over at 11:30 am. Jillian has a yoga class every week and she gets home right around 11:45.”
“You got it.”
On Saturday morning, Jillian headed off to her yoga class and a few minutes later Jim pulled into the driveway. After going over some final details with his brother, he headed home with the twins for a special playdate with Kaylie.
Brian’s cell phone rang.
“Brrriaan,” Antonio began in a raspy, soft voice sounding like he was on his death bed. “Sorry, I can’t.”
“What’s wrong.”
“I ate at Mesquite last night and I’ve been… you don’t want to know.”
“Seriously, dude. Have you even watched the news?”
“What are you talking about?”
“That place has been making people sick from coast to coast. Last year I went in twice and both times the soap dispenser in the bathroom was empty. Empty! That’s not right. I never went back.”
“I did not know.”
“Shit,” Brian whined.
“I know a guy who can do it.”
“Is he a masseuse?”
“Yes, he works down at Rafael’s.”
“And he knows what we’re doing?” Brian asked. “He’s cool with it?’
“Yes, he’s cool. I told him everything.”
“And he can be here on time?” Brian asked.
“He’s just waiting on my call.”
“Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”
Antonio said, “Do me a favor. I told him one fifty.”
“Okay, cool, even better.” Brian smiled.
“So you can give me my fifty when you see me.”
“What?” Brian scoffed.
“I set it up, so I want my fifty.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
“No, I guess not. Call him.” Brian hung up the phone and sighed.
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang and when Brian opened the door, he discovered a tall, lanky man with a shaved head, wearing a super-tight purple t-shirt and short, tight white shorts.
“Yello, you are Brian?” the man said in an Eastern European accent.
“You’re Antonio’s friend?” Brian sized him up with mild concern.
“Yes, I Sergey.”
“Great, we don’t have much time. Come in.”
Sergey carried his portable massage table into the house. “So you want special massage?”
“That’s right.”
“Perfect.” Sergey smiled. “Where should I set up? Bedroom?”
“No, right here in the family room.” Brian pointed toward the back of the house. “So, Antonio told you what we’re doing here?”
“Yes, one fifty for special massage.”
“That’s right, but we’re just trying to teach my wife a lesson, right? Antonio told you everything?”
“Yes. Wife. Yes, Antonio told me.”
“Great.” Brian pulled his shirt off as he led the masseuse toward the great room. “Set up right there.”
As Sergey set up the table, Brian slipped into the bathroom and removed the rest of his clothes. He returned to the family room with a towel wrapped around his waist and looked at the clock. “Okay, she’ll be home in a few minutes.”
“Okay, I will move fast then.”
“Great, so just wait until you hear the door open then you can start, you know, massaging my glutes.”
“Got it.”
Brian climbed onto the table and carefully opened the towel, spreading it over the sides of the table while keeping his rear end covered. He placed his head into the cradle and said, “If you don’t mind my back’s been hurting lately. While we’re waiting, would you mind rubbing it out a little?”
“No problem.” Sergey squirted massage oil into his hands and went to work on his client’s back.
“Yeah, right there.” Brian groaned. “I twisted playing tennis the other day and it’s been bothering me ever since.”
“You keep yourself in great shape.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, great shape.” Sergey moved to the front of the table and pressed his groin against the head support. His soft moans were drowned out by Brian’s as he went to work on the tight muscles in his neck.
Brian asked, “You like working at Rafael’s?”
“Is great.”
“Oh… if you’re ever looking for a change… oh, man, yeah, you should come down and see us.”
“Yes, thank you.�
� Sergey pulled his shorts to one side and let his growing manhood flop out.
“Your muscles are so tight, Mr. Brian.”
“I know.” Brian groaned. “I know.”
“You need to loosen up.” Sergey rubbed his penis against the edge of the head support, only an inch from Brian’s hair. The client in his super-relaxed state was oblivious. In fact, for a moment there, he forgot all about the plan.
“Tell me about it.” He moaned. “I have twin baby boys and I’m under a lot of stress.”
“I will help you both relax.” Sergey closed his eyes while he rubbed his now long, erect penis against the side of the headrest. “We will teach her lesson.”
“Oh, yeah.” After hearing the sound of a car door closing outside, Brian added, “Okay you can start rubbing my glutes now.”
Sergey smiled and quickly yanked the towel off Brian’s backside exposing his naked ass. Leaning forward, he placed a hand on each of his client’s cheeks and dug in.
After hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Brian whispered, “Okay, she’s here.”
Brian said, “That feels so good.”
Sergey thrust his hips into the table and his penis finally made slight contact with Brian’s hair. Brian didn’t know what to make of it, but when he felt a finger slide between his cheeks a little too close to the business end of his backside, he squirmed uncomfortably on the table.
“What the fuck?” A male voice cried out.
Brian’s eyes bugged out and when he lifted his head, he looked left and his masseuse’s over-excited member was staring him right in the face. There was even some definite shaftal brushing on his nose as he turned. He cried out like a wounded animal and in some sort of supernatural feet, Brian levitated off the table and hovered in mid-air for about two seconds, before slamming back down then tumbling off the side.
Rob stood there frozen simply taking in the scene of a guy dressed like Borat with his massive erection sticking out the side of his super-tight shorts. His gaze next went to his friend and now step-father as he lay naked on the floor writhing in pain.
“Sorry. Sorry, I, oh my God.” Rob covered his eyes and turned away. “I should have knocked. I really, really, should have knocked.”
“Rob, it’s not what you think.” Brian put his hand up.
Sergey said, “Is going to be more if it’s two guys.”
Brian struggled to get to his feet. “What?”
“The sex. Is going to be more if it’s two guys. I’ll do you both for three hundred.”
Rob opened his eyes and raised his hands up in surrender. ‘Thanks, Brian, but I don’t want any parts of your sex party.”
“There’s no sex party!” Brian turned his attention to Sergey who still was sporting an impressive hard-on. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“For the wife and you, one fifty.”
“Dude, why is your dick out?” Brian looked at Sergey, horrified.
“For the sex.”
Brian quickly covered up with a towel. “I don’t know what you thought, but I was just trying to. Oh, crap, never mind. Please leave.”
“Not until you pay me.” Sergey placed his hands on his hips.
“Yeah, sure, just put that away.” Turning to the side, Brian pointed in the general direction of Sergey’s groin, scowling.
“No, you pay then I put away.”
“Geez, okay.” He grabbed his wallet off the counter, pulled out a wad of cash and handed it over. “Here.”
Sergey counted the bills as Brian and Rob looked at each other waiting, both with their hands to the sides of their faces shielding their view of the over-excited masseuse.
“Okay, I go.” Sergey tucked his prize in his shorts and began breaking his table down. “Hey if you know of anyone else who needs this service, please give them my card.”
“What?” Brian grimaced.
“I do this on the side.” Sergey pulled a stack of cards from his bag and extended them out to Brian.
“Yeah, okay. Great. Just put them over there.” Brian pointed toward the end table.
Rob said, “Dude, don’t worry. I won’t tell my mother.”
“What?”
“She could never survive another divorce.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She was a mess last time and my father left her for another woman. That’s one thing, but finding out your husband turned gay, that’s a whole other thing.”
“I’m not gay.” Brian sighed.
“Bi, whatever.” Rob shrugged.
“Okay, I go.” Sergey turned to them, his bag slung over his shoulder with his portable table ready to go.
Brian said quickly, “Great.”
Sergey said, “Remember if you know anyone.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Thank you.” Brian ushered the masseuse toward the door.
As he opened the door, he discovered Jillian standing there with a key in her hand. She took in the scene of Brian in a towel and an unusually dressed man carrying the massage table with only mild surprise. She stepped inside the house and nodded, “Oh, your back’s been acting up.”
“Um, yeah.”
“Is this your wife.” Sergey smiled. “I can still—”
“Thanks for coming by,” Brian interrupted as he pushed Sergey out the door and slammed it closed.
He turned around and found Rob shaking his head.
“Oh, Rob, you’re here,” Jillian said. “Sorry, Brian I forgot to tell he was stopping by to pick up a copy of my book for Bridget.”
“Okay.”
Jillian asked, “He didn’t interrupt your massage, did he?”
“I certainly did,” Rob announced as he held back a smile.
“Sorry.” She turned to Brian. “I’ve got to jump in the shower. I’ve got a meeting.”
“Oh, okay,” Brian stammered.
“I left it right on the dining room table.” Jillian moved to her son and gave him a hug and a kiss. “I’m going to be late, but we should have you guys over for dinner soon.”
“Yeah, sure,” Rob replied.
She headed toward the stairs. Brian waited until he heard her close their bedroom door before he headed to the great room and whispered, “I don’t know what you think you saw, but—”
“God, it smells like cock in here.” Rob scrunched his face up. “Like a sweaty sausage filled locker room.”
“Does it really?”
“Yeah, dude.”
Brian headed over to the wall switch and flipped on the ceiling fan.
Rob’s eyes brightened. “This is because of that strap-on business isn’t it?”
“Yes, how did you know.” Brian nodded with a satisfied smile.
“Oh, yeah.” Rob nodded. “That’s why I never let Bridget touch me down there. I knew that turns you gay. I just knew it.”
“No, wait.” Brian put his hands up.
“Yeah, if you let your wife touch you back there you turn gay. I mean, it doesn’t happen like one hundred percent of the time, but like in the mid-nineties, I think.”
“I’m not gay.”
“Okay, again bi, whatever.” Rob shrugged.
“No, you’re not listening.” Brian sighed in exasperation. “Look, your mother is writing some male-male romance thing and she’s been trying to get me to have sex with a guy. Jeremy, you know Jeremy.”
“Oh, so she’s cool with it and I get it… You wanted to practice with that guy first.” Rob nodded. “Hey, I don’t judge. I’ll bet it ain’t easy to take one up the old poop shoot. Better to get some experience first, right and work your way into it. That’s smart.”
“Noooo!” Brian shook his head in frustration, “… you don’t understand.”
“What time is it?” Pulling his phone from his pocket, Rob checked the time. “Shit I’m late.”
“Hold on, I—”
Rob rushed toward the dining room. “Dude, just be sure you use protection.”
“What? No, I—”
“What?”
“I only got a quick glimpse, but Borat there looked like he was really packing some serious wood. You probably want to baby step it.”
“Baby step…” Brian shook his head, confused.
“Yeah, baby step.” Rob took off toward the foyer. “You should put an ad in Craigslist.”
“Huh?” Brian rushed after him.
“Yeah, you can specify exactly what you want.” Rob pulled open the door.
“Hold on, I really need to clear something—”
“Look, I understand…” Rob put his hand up. “… and a year ago I would probably be really freaking out right about now, but I get it. My mother writes these books and she sorta uses you as her guinea pig.”
“She does, but—”
“It’s the book business today.” Rob opened the door, stepped outside and turned around. “In the good old days she’d probably would have just written about two chicks and one guy, but today, with all those self-published books and the Fifty Shades and all, she’s got to keep pushing the envelope to sell big.”
Brian followed him outside. “Yeah, but—”
“So she’s got you on all fours with a sweaty guy breathing down your neck and feeding you his sausage.” Rob shrugged. “What you gonna do?”
Brian cringed then upon realizing he was wearing only a towel and the neighbors two doors down were staring at him, he took a step back. “Wait, can I explain?”
“Got to run.” Rob took off down the lead walk. “You’re a trooper dude.”
Brian sighed as he watched Rob climb into his car.
22
Just over two weeks later Brian sat in the living room rocking nervously as he obsessively peered out the window. He took a deep breath then pulled out his phone to check the time. Jeremy was due to arrive at any minute. The image of his friend relaxing in the sauna with his manhood snaking out from under his towel came rushing into his consciousness. It wouldn’t leave. He shook his head, letting out a whiny whimper.