Tuesday at 8pm had come and although I was going back and forth in my head about what I was going to do, I found myself walking over to Greg's house. I did enjoy giving him head, the first time in my life I'd done anything sexually with a man, but I'll be damned if I'm going to massage him. As a matter of fact, maybe I'll tell him to massage me!
I knocked on Greg's door before noticing a small sticky note on the inner door telling me to go inside. I reached for the door handle but hesitated before I grabbed it and contemplated whether I was going to go inside. I was thinking about sitting in that chair and sucking on Greg's cock just a couple days ago. If my wife knew she wouldn't know how to handle this. I'd like to believe I'm not really into this but my increased pulse and excitement was saying otherwise. Just then the front door opened. Greg was standing in the doorway wearing a towel.
"Get in here Jackson." Greg commanded. "I told you I need a massage right after my workout."
I quickly felt that same superiority that Greg had over me the last time we met but for a second I thought I'd reclaim my manhood and decline to participate.
"Yeah Greg, I was just coming over to tell you I'm not really interested in..."
Greg cut me off.
"I didn't ask you what you were interested in Jackson. Now get in here!" Greg barked and held the door open. I was again turned on by his dominance and went back into my submissive nature. I was also worried that a neighbor might see or hear him giving me orders while standing in a towel. I felt like a scolded child and stepped inside the house.
Greg closed the door behind me and told me to get undressed. "I like my mouth whores naked when they rub me down. Put your clothes on that chair and follow me."
I did as Greg instructed and removed my clothes. With each piece of clothing I removed my cock was growing. By the time I placed my underwear on the top of the pile I was about 75-80% erect.
"Nice cock!" Greg broke the silence. "Now come on in the back room"
As Greg walked to the room where his massage table was set up he let his towel fall to the floor. His wide lats and slim but muscular body clearly displayed his years as a swimmer. When he reached the table Greg hopped on laying face down and told me to get started.
"There's oil on the table and latex gloves if you prefer." Greg told me.
"Uh, yeah, okay." I stammered out while laughing in my head at my reluctance to resist his lead. Up until meeting Greg I was always the one giving the orders.
I had never given a massage before other than rubbing my wife's shoulders to loosen her up for sex. I didn't know where to start. I grabbed the oil and squirted a little onto Greg's back and began to rub it into his shoulders, lats, and lower back.
"Don't be afraid to get a little tough Jackson. I'm tense as I haven't been rubbed down in a few weeks."
As I worked the oil into his muscular back I began to fantasize about how I would suck his dick. Maybe he'll turn over and I'll take his soft cock in my mouth and feel it grow. Maybe he'll turn over with an already rock hard cock. I wonder if he'll have me do it here in the table or take me to another room. I'm getting sucked into his presence, no pun intended.
"Get my legs and ass too Jackson. But don't be sliding any fingers in my ass, I'm not into that." Greg informed me.
I poured some more warm oil on my hands and began to firmly rub his muscular calves, hamstrings, and tight glutes. At this point my cock had began to deflate a little, I think because of all the overthinking I was doing. I was remembering that my wife and kids were just 2 houses down and had no idea I was here massaging our male neighbor while he lay naked on a table. Not to mention the fact that I will be sucking his dick for the second time this week in a few minutes. I was also still arguing in my head about this situation. I mean, I'm not gay. I like women. I like eating pussy, kissing tits, and being ridden like a cowboy by my naked wife. Can I still be straight if i suck my neighbor's dick? What if I like doing it?
"Okay Jackson, let me turn over." Greg said.
With that Greg rolled around and I got my second look at his cock. It was soft but bigger than I remembered. It lay to his left almost touching his hip bone. He was completely shaven or waxed. His balls were slightly bigger than mine. Without realizing it I was standing over Greg doing nothing but staring at his cock.
"Hey Jackson. I get it, you like my cock. Believe me, you'll be getting plenty of this thing but I need my massage first." He said breaking my concentration.
Greg closed his eyes with every expectation that I would quickly resume his rub down. I poured some more oil on his chest and started kneading his full pecs and the front of his shoulders.
