Justin walked slowly into the large office, taking in his surroundings as he gave his name to the lady standing at the front desk. “Ahh. Mr. Timberlake. Right on time. Someone will be out with you shortly.” Justin nodded and made his way towards a chair sitting against the warm cream walls. He had just picked up a magazine when he heard his name being called. Sighing heavily, he set the magazine back down and hoisted himself from the chair. “Hi. How are you doing today?” “Sore. Other than that I’m pretty good.” “Well Mr. Timberlake, my name is Manda. Hopefully, we’ll be able to fix you right up.” Justin followed the bubbly girl down the long corridor, painted in the same warm cream. He clasped his hands together, trying to control the slight tremor of nervousness in them. “Alright. All you need to do is get undressed and hop up on this table here. If you feel more comfortable being covered you can pull the sheet up over you. You can lay on your back or stomach. Which ever you prefer. You’ll probably have to flip over halfway through anyway. Any questions?” “Umm...is this the track table?” “No. Trust me you’d know if it was.” Justin smiled feebly as Manda laughed. “Someone will be in with you shortly. Just give a holler if you need anything.” Justin stood still as he watched the door to his room close. He drew in a shuddery breath before removing his t-shirt. He glanced around the room once more as he kicked off his shoes, sliding his jeans and boxers down in one movement. As quickly as he could, Justin lifted himself on the table, laying down on his back, sheet drawn up to his chin. He stared at the patterned ceiling for minutes before a light knock bounced off the door. “Yes?” “You ready in there?” Justin nodded and then resisted the urge to smack himself on the forehead. His voice was shaky as he called out with another affirmative answer and watched as his door opened. Justin could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he stared at the man who was now bustling around the room lighting candles. “Hi there. My name is JC and I’ll be your massage therapist today.” “Ma..massage? I thought this was physical therapy?” JC chuckled at the young man’s discomfort. “It is physical therapy. We reviewed your chart and thought it would be best to start off with some easy stuff. Just some loosening of the muscles. That kind of thing. Probably in a few weeks you’ll start the exercise programs.” “A few weeks?” “Yeah.” JC raised an eyebrow. “That a problem?” “No. I mean, well no. It’s just that I’m a dancer and I thought, you know that it wouldn’t take that long to get back out there.” “Well, let’s see how today goes. I’ll know a lot more once I actually examine you.” “Examine? I thought you were the massage therapist.” “You sure are full of a lot of questions.” Justin could feel the blush rising in his cheeks as he averted his eyes from JC. “Sorry.” “Hey. No. It’s okay. It’s your body ya know. You should be asking any questions that you might have.” Justin smiled shyly at JC. For the first time he got a good look at his massage therapist. The candle light flickering off the walls gave JC’s face a glow, accenting the already prominent cheekbones. Justin snapped out of his trance, vaguely aware that JC was talking to him. “...so that sounds alright?” “Uh. Yeah.” Justin mentally berated himself for sounding like an idiot. That, and agreeing to whatever it was JC said. “Okay. Then, I’m just gonna pull your sheet down a little. Just relax. Close your eyes if you want. Let me know if something starts hurting worse or if you start getting a tingling sensation.” Justin nodded, biting lightly at his lower lip as JC pulled the sheet down, folding it at his waist. He couldn’t help the slight tremor that went through his body at the first feel of JC’s hands on him. “You alright?” “Yeah. I’m fine. Aren’t you supposed to be using lotion or something?” “I thought we went over this. I’m gonna just warm you up, loosen the muscles with my hands first, then we’ll try some lotions and oils.” ‘So that’s what he said earlier.’ Justin nodded again, another shiver coursing through his body as he heard JC laugh. JC’s hands glided across Justin’s smooth chest. Starting at his sternum, each hand moving in an outward motion, fingers angled towards his sides. Justin tried to stifle the groan in his throat as long, talented fingers grazed his nipples. “How are you feeling?” JC’s voice was like music flowing through the room. Justin opened his eyes, unaware that he had actually closed them and focused in on the man standing above him. “It feels hot. It’s starting to tingle too.” “Good. That’s a good thing.” Justin moaned again, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as JC looked down at him with twinkling eyes. “It’s okay to make some noise. I like that. Let’s me know that I’m doing it right.” Justin arched into JC’s touch as the older man finished the sentence with a wink, his hands shifting down to Justin’s abdomen. Justin felt like his body was on fire. The heat of JC’s hands was intense to say the least. He arched again, a loud moan escaping his lips. JC’s hands slid lower. Settling right below Justin’s navel and moving in the same outward motion as before. Justin’s eyes glazed over as his tongue peeked out, wetting his lips. “Would...would it be okay if I moved onto my stomach? I’ve actually been having more problems with my back than anything else.” “No problem. Just fix your sheet and let me know when you’re done.” Justin nodded and watched as JC turned around, facing away from him. Justin quickly flipped himself over to his stomach, pulling the sheet up to the middle of his back. “I’m done now.” JC turned around, smiling as he saw Justin’s hooded eyes. “I’m gonna go ahead and get the lotions. We’ll see what we can do about that back.” Justin hissed as the cool lotion hit his skin. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you it was cold. I’ll warm you up.” JC’s hands pressed deep into Justin’s back. The lotion giving Justin’s skin a silky sheen. “Oh god.” “You’re so tight. No wonder it hurts.” Justin moaned louder, thankful of his decision to turn onto his stomach. He gripped the edge of the massage table, and tried to restrain himself from thrusting into the soft mattress. “That feels so good. You’re amazing.” JC chuckled and Justin could feel warm air drift over his back as the sheet was pulled lower. “Have you been having problems with your legs at all? Where does the pain start and where does it stop?” “Ugh...It starts at my lower back and ohhh...it kinda goes down my bottom into the back of my upper thighs.” Justin buried his face in the table, his face a lovely red hue. ‘My bottom. What the hell? I couldn’t have said my ass.’ Justin stopped thinking as he felt JC’s breath ghosting across his ear. “Is it alright if I take the sheet off? It’s gonna be the best way to get these muscles to loosen up.” Justin nodded and inhaled deeply as he felt the sheet being removed completely. He knew he had a permanent blush tattooed on his face and prayed that the people in the next room couldn’t hear his moans. He felt JC’s hands rubbing small circles on his back, right above the curve of his ass and arched into the touch. His fingers grappled at the sheet covered mattress as he lifted up, only to grind back down into the table. JC’s hands slipped down further, each one grasping a fleshy cheek. “You seem to be enjoying this a little too much.” Justin automatically quieted and flattened himself against the table, perfectly still. JC’s grip on Justin’s ass tightened as he leaned down to Justin’s ear once more. “Don’t do that. I like you loud. And I like you responsive. Like I said, it lets me know that I’m doing it right. And I think it’s sexy as hell.” Justin turned his head to the side, his nose bumping against JC’s. “Really?” JC gave Justin’s ass a little squeeze as he licked a wet strip across Justin’s parted lips. “Really.” Justin let out a small moan, lifting his ass up, pushing against JC’s hands. “I wanna kiss you.” “I need to finish your massage.” Justin’s lower lip darted out as he moved provocatively against the table. “Call me Josh.” Justin didn’t have an opportunity to respond as JC’s mouth descended upon his, tongues dancing against teeth and wet flesh. The kiss broke, both men panting for air, Justin grinding mercilessly against the table and JC’s hands. “I think you need more lotion.” “I think you need less clothes.” JC smirked as he grabbed another bottle of lotion, letting the substance drizzle across Justin’s rounded bottom. Justin hiss was replaced by a moan as JC separated his ass cheeks, the cool lotion sliding between them. “You’ve got an amazing ass, ya know that. I would love to just sit here and do this all day.” “What? Play with my ass?” Justin’s sentence went up an octave at the end as he felt a long, slim finger slide inside him. “Yes.” Justin’s body rocked back and forth trying to get more inside him. Soon enough, one finger became two, which soon became three. “Please. Josh. Please. You have to. Right now. I need you in me.” JC quickly shed his white uniform, slathering his cock with the lotion as he climbed onto the table, stretching above Justin’s body. Justin arched up, ‘oh God’s’ and ‘more’s’ escaping his mouth as JC pushed into his body. “Mmm..Baby. You feel so good. Oh.” Justin was too far gone to do anything but moan incoherent phrases, begging, and pushing his body back into JC’s. It only took a couple of thrusts from JC and Justin was coming. Hard. Against the massage table. But JC kept going. Pushing Justin almost past the point of pleasure. Where everything was so sensitive it almost hurt but it was the best pain in the world. A feeling that was amazing. JC bit down on Justin’s neck as he came, grabbing at the young man’s shoulders for any kind of leverage. They laid on the table panting, sweat-soaked, covered in semen, whispering softly to each other for long minutes before JC finally removed himself from Justin’s body. “That was amazing.” “Best massage I’ve ever given.” Justin stood from the table, wrapping JC’s arms around him. “Think I could schedule another appointment in the very near future.” JC hugged Justin’s nude body closer to his own as he brushed their lips together. “I think I can fit you in tonight. And every night from now on.”
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