1. My Summer Job, Chapter Two


    Date: 8/3/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: marktreble, Source: LushStories

    whimpers. As I went through the remaining e-mails Brad’s hands left my shoulders and made their way down my chest. His fingers toyed with my nipples, stopping to fondle and tweak them. My breathing got ragged. Strangely, so did his. Then his hands were making their way down my back, sending signals to my dick that it shouldn’t have understood. “What sort of internet business do you run?” I asked him breathlessly. I needed to do something to distract myself from my growing erection. “I give nude massages,” Brad answered. “Yes, both my client and I are nude.” I felt a stirring below my waist, but I couldn’t attribute it to anything I was willing to acknowledge. Brad’s hands returned to pleasuring my chest, then one hand descended to the waistband of my briefs. Brad leaned forward and kissed the top of my head. His fingertips, then his fingers, then his whole hand disappeared into my briefs. His fingertips were tracing my steel-hard rod. I offered Brad the computer, so he pulled up a second chair. “I’ll just sit beside you.” I was sorry his hands were off me, and that I wasn’t resting against his hard-on. But, you can’t have everything. Brad pulled up his own e-mail. He had new appointments each of the next three days. He was free the rest of today. I found myself enjoying the idea of spending the day with him. “Here, let me show you my business,” Brad offered. He entered a URL and was given a warning about adult content. “There are several products. Massages, private escort ...
    services, party entertainment and so forth.” He clicked on “Massages” and a new warning was displayed about graphic sex. I looked with amazement. The first picture was of Brad, nude with an erection, standing beside a massage table. On the table was a man lying on his stomach. The caption read, “Massage by hands with exotic oils. All parts of your body except your cock.” The next picture was similar, but this time the client was on his back. Brad was holding the man’s dick in his fist. “Massage by hands with exotic oils. All parts of your body.” The next series of pictures were eye-opening. The first showed Brad and the client both nude in bed. Brad was sucking on the man’s nipple and he was fisting the man’s dick. The next picture showed Brad sucking on the man’s meat, a look of pleasure on both of their faces. The third picture showed Brad’s dick buried in the client’s ass, expressions of ecstasy on both faces. “Ultimate massage, by hands with exotic oils, by mouth wherever you want, by our appendages in your holes.” Brad asked what time I was leaving to walk up to Jake’s in my underwear. I was shocked into complete silence. Brad explained that he had been at Jake’s when I reached him by Skype, and he had suggested that Jake pay me to walk there in my boxer briefs. “I’ll walk with you.” Oh. My. God. I moved uncomfortably in the seat. I noticed that Brad’s hand was back inside my briefs, where he had grasped my dick and was stroking me. When Brad turned to me and planted his ...