A Trip to the Dales -- 4
By John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com
"Hiya Tim! I haven't got no overtime today so I'm off down gym, okay if I come around about eight then?"
Tim was beginning to think he had forgotten, it was Thursday night and already after six.
"No problem Tariq, be good to see you again."
As he put the phone down, he mused seeing him was the operative word.
Bang on eight the doorbell rang. Tim reckoned if he arrived before he was likely to hang around outside until the correct time.
"How did it go then?" he asked.
"Oh brilliant, every machine I wanted to use was free when I needed it."
"Do you want a shower?" he asked rather hopefully.
"No thanks, had one at the gym, but thanks for offering."
Tim was momentarily lost for words.
"So, do you want to see us then?" he grinned.
"Sure, get out of those clothes and let's have a deko."
Tariq was obviously excited.
Before he had pulled off his tee-shirt he was telling him to feel his biceps and check on how firm they were, and also his chest and don't forget his stomach too.
He stood with his top bare, waiting for the inspection.
"How about the bottom half, I want to check those thighs too."
He wondered if he was pushing it.
"Oh yes, course you do."
He undid his belt and pushed off the jeans and lay them on the back of a chair.
Tim was thinking his hard-on would start and he would be embarrassed as it pushed out the front of his pants.
A little apprehensively he ran his hand over his upper arms and then across his shoulders.
"Told you, much better now isn't it?"
For the life in him, Tim couldn't tell any difference but he knew a special effort had been made just for him.
"Amazing Tariq, you are as solid as a rock."
Tim gave his shoulder a squeeze or tried to. Tariq drew his breath sharply.
"Anything wrong?"
"Just me shoulder, it were me own fault trying to get everything into one hour and no warm up. Just pulled a muscle a bit I think."
Tim prodded, looking for the area drawing a few more muted gasps.
"I might be able to help if you want, I used to go to a chiropractor a lot at one time and I know what they all do now."
"What do they do, fix shoulder aches?"
"Well they do a brilliant job with backs, that it what they are there for. And I could give you a massage too, one or both might help."
"There's this guy down gym who does massage, but whenever I tried him I come out with more aches and pains than I went in, not impressed at all."
"Don't worry, I will not do anything too drastic, you can stop at any time. Besides, it will give me the chance to check you out all over with a massage."
"Oh, alright sounds good to me."
Tim was more than a little nervous as he led him upstairs and invited Tariq to lie face down on the bed.
"Put a pillow under your waist for support."
He did as asked and Tim sat astride him on his buttocks.
"Right, take a deep breath and let it out slowly and then I will give a push to your back."
He did as asked and emptied his lungs, Tim gently but firmly pushed on either side of his spine. There was a crack as he did the first, then again as he moved down his back a fraction and did another. But after the third, there was no more.
"I think you will find that has fixed it."
"Really?" he asked.
"Should do, it always did when the doctor did that to me. Now I'll give you a massage and check out your toning, okay?"
"You'll see, I'm all pumped up everywhere, just check us." There was an obvious excitement in his voice as if Tim might have somehow doubted.
The last thing Tim wanted to do was to purposely make it sexual. Giving him the best massage he knew how would, he hoped, bring him back again for more.
Starting with stroking the back of his head, he very slowly worked his way down his back, whilst every couple of minutes making some appreciative remark. He soon realised that praising his body was just what Tariq wanted.
Tim tried squeezing one of his arse cheeks. "Shit Tariq, your arse is as hard as steel!" Not being able to resist, he pulled down the elastic of his briefs and ran his hands over them.
Tariq gave a little chuckle.
"Ass cheeks are usually a bit soft and spongy but yours feel like they have been cast in concrete, they are amazing. I've never known anyone with an ass like this." Tim was genuinely quite amazed.
"Good are they? It's all that stuff I'm doing, nearly every one has some effect on me bum."
Tim couldn't keep playing with his ass, but before he continued to his legs he kind of accidentally on purpose let the edge of his hand move up his crack as he drew out his hand from the briefs. He half expected some rebuke or at least for Tariq to clench his buttocks at his touch but it was for all the world as if he never felt a thing. Just a little emboldened, when he came to kneading his thighs, he let the back of his hand move against his balls, even if they were behind a layer of cotton, but it brought no reaction.
As he finished off with his ankles and feet he felt his dick fill out at the prospect of asking him to turn over so he could do his front side. He did so lazily, complimenting him on what he had done so far and how relaxed it had made him.
Again as he worked his way up his legs the back of his hand nudged his balls a few times as they stroked the inside of his thighs. A part of him was hoping Tariq would spring a hard-on, but the sizable dick slept on within the briefs.
"There all done, hope you liked it."
"Brilliant, fantastic! Thanks for doing us. You know your stuff on massage!"
"Thanks, but the only massage I was really good at, was rubbing this." He hadn't planned to say anything like that and it just seemed to blurt out from his deepest thoughts. Having said it, he quickly squeezed Tariq's dick a couple of times.
Tariq didn't jump and neither did he say anything. Instead, there was a nervous smile and he appeared to be lost for words.
He gave a stretch to break the situation.
"I reckon I must be off now," he said swinging his legs off the bed and reaching for his jeans.
Tim went downstairs wondering if he had overstepped the mark in grabbing his dick.
At the door Tariq thanked him once more, saying his shoulder felt better already.
"Almost forgot already what I did." He paused before turning to leave.
"It's okay for next Tuesday then, same time?"
Tim inwardly gave a sigh of relief. "No problem, just give a call a bit earlier so I will know nothing cropped up and changed your mind."
"Another massage?" Tariq asked.
"Sure if you let me check out your body again."
Tariq laughed. "Great, thanks mate."
The following night Tim saw Jack and let him know what was happening. He didn't want to be doing anything without him being in the picture.
"Have you seen his dick then?"
"Not since he had the shower."
"Tell us if you do, I want to know what you think of it. It was a couple of years back when I saw him so it must be a bit bigger by now."
Tim was relieved Jack appeared to as keen to get Tariq naked as he was.
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