Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2021 23:48:55 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: A Happy Ending (Adult Youth) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. A Happy Ending Max was nervous. He didn't know what to expect, but he couldn't take the pain any longer. He was 12-years-old and the growing pains he had been experiencing were excruciating. He was at the doctor's office only two week prior for a check-up. "I'm afraid that his bones are growing faster than he's gaining muscle," Dr. Schmitt said. "Is there anything that we can do?" Max's dad asked. "Not really. I can prescribe some pain meds and maybe some muscle relaxers, but at Max's age, I'm not entirely comfortable with that route, unless we had no other choice. What he really needs is to gain weight." "He eats a ton as it is, Doc. We're barely keeping food in the house." The doctor looked at his notes. A cramp in his leg caused Max to cry out. Everyone could see the muscle of his calf constrict and pulse. Max was nearly screaming in agony. Dr. Schmitt called a nurse, who brought in a syringe. "This is going to hurt, Max, but I need you to remain as still as you can." Dr. Schmitt pulled the cap off the needle and shoved it in the knot that was Max's leg. His foot was also cramped, nearly pulled tightly, almost like a fist. Max shrieked but after a few minutes, the pain numbed and his leg started to relax. Dr. Schmitt looked at the anguished father and asked, "And this happens how often?" Max's dad kissed the boy on the forehead, wiped away the tears (his own, included), and said, "A couple times a week, usually that leg." "I'm going to write you a prescription for 10 mg of Hydrocodone and a mild muscle relaxer for when his episodes get bad. In between, I want Max to see a massage therapist." The doctor quickly added, "I'm going to write the order, so your insurance has to cover it," after seeing the look of panic on the weathered man's face. "I'm going to recommend at least once a week for the next 3 months, and we can see how well that works. If it doesn't, we'll have to discuss heavier medications." It was, with that, Max was on his way to get a massage. He wasn't sure what it was, and none of his friends seemed to know more than someone rubbing another person's shoulders. Being a member of Gen Z, Max for videos on YouTube...then on sites like PornHub and Xvideos. He was barely into puberty, and the thought of someone touching him like he had seen in the videos, especially the porn, had him freaking out inside. "Well, we're here," His dad said. They had pulled into an empty parking lot before a white, nondescript building. A small sign marked the business as Healing Hands Therapies. The pair got out of the car and entered a small waiting room. The room was light with several candles and there was a sweet incense burning. Soft chimes played from a stereo behind the desk. Within a minute or two, a tall, slender, dark skinned man entered. He was wearing loose clothing and had a peaceful aire about him. "Welcome to Healing Hands," the mas said with an English accent. "You must be Max and his father. I am Ashish, but you can call me Ash, and I'll be helping you today." He shook their hands and motioned them to follow him into the back. They entered a small office, not unlike that of Dr. Schmitt's exam room. "I received your file from Dr. Schmitt, reviewed it, and I think I can help." "That's great," the sound of relief was evident in Max's dad's voice. "The medications help, but they're rather strong for a boy his size." Ash looked at Max and said, "According to the file you're almost five foot and about 80 pounds. Does that sound right?" "Yeah, I think so." "Good." Ash smiled and closed the file. "So, there are two issues that need to be discussed before we begin. The first being that I usually don't accept minors as clients. It's a personal preference of mine and most of my colleagues; however, after reviewing your case and talking it over with my partner, I've decided that my techniques would be very beneficial for you. With that said, we come to the second issue, which is that usually don't allow observers in the room, while I'm working on the client. I find their presence very distracting for myself and the client." Ash looked over to Max's dad and continued. "Given Max's age, I understand where a father might have concerns with massage and the intimate, physical contact one must have in order to get the greatest benefit, so I cannot fault you if would like to sit in while I'm working; however, I don't see anything gained with your presence, and can only see it as hindrance to the focus and meditation needed to help heal Max." "So, you want to give Max the massages alone, while I wait in the lobby?" Max's dad definitely sounded uncertain. "I know how you feel. I also have a child, a daughter about Max's age, so I understand your reservations, which is why I would not be offended if you went to someone else." "So, this is a deal-or-no-deal situation?" "I'm afraid so, yes. Like I said, I'm willing to do it, where most people would not be, but it must be on my terms for my own comfort and for the speedy healing for your son." Max's dad looked at his son and said, "I guess it's up to you, really. Are you okay with being in there with just Ash?" Max took a minute to think about it and said that he was fine with it. "Excellent. Max come with me and Dad, if you don't mind waiting in the lobby. It will be about an hour. There's magazines to read and a café across the street if you need food and drink." Ash escorted Max into a room at the end of the hall at the back of the building. The room was only lit with dozens of candles and the sweet incense from the lobby was heavy in the air. In the middle of the room was a long table covered in a sheet. There was another, smaller, table along the opposite wall, which contained several small bottles and the lit incense. "I hope you like the incense. It's Nag Champa. It helps with the meditation." "It smells nice." Ash looked around and said, "Right, so go ahead, take off your clothes and you can place them at the end of the table," he pointed at the smaller table with the bottles. Max kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He hesitated before taking off his shirt. He was naturally very thin and was bullied for it, but Ash seemed nice enough, so he slowly pulled it over his head. Next, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled them off, folded everything and placed the pile on the table. Ash, who had been mixing items on the small table, looked over at Max, gave a small smile and said, "Your underwear, too, Max." The boy froze. His heart races as memories of the porn videos flooded his mind. "It's okay, Max. I've seen hundreds of men naked and it's not a big deal." Max swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled off his white brief, exposing his flaccid penis, which had a spare patch of hair just above the base. "See," Ash said, taking in Max's form. "Not a big deal." Max instinctively covered his genitals and turned red. Ash walked over, removed Max's hands and said, "I didn't mean that your penis is small. I meant that being naked with another man isn't a big deal. Now get on the table and lay face down for me, please." Max got on the table. Instead of a headrest, there was a hole that looked down to the floor. Ash told Max to put his face in the hole and try to relax. After Max got himself situated, Ash walked over and moved the boy's feet, legs, arms and hands into a slightly spread-out position. "There, that should do," Ash said. "Right, so Max, I want you to just breathe and try to focus on your breath. Find the place in your body that you notice your breath the most and just breathe. If I do something that hurts, please let me know; otherwise, I don't want you saying a word and just continue breathing, alright? You can close your eyes, too, if you like." "Okay," Max said, and closed his eyes. More soothing, chime music was played, as he also heard Ash moving around the room. After a few minutes, Max felt Ash standing before him. The boy opened his eyes and saw Ash's bare feet and legs. The chocolate brown skin of the older man was relatively hairless. Max guessed that Ash was in his mid-twenties. The man was tall and average build. Max could tell the man was toned and not muscular. "Ready to begin, yes? I'll be using a warmed oil of my creation, so I hope you're not allergic to anything." "I'm not," Mas replied. "Fantastic." Max soon felt the heated oil drip on his back, down his spine. The oil pooled in places and slid down his sides in others. Ash then started to lightly stroke Max's shoulders, alternating between fingers and the palms of his hands. Max could also feel Ash leaving over his head. The oil smelled of lilac (his mother's favorite flower) and another sweet, flowery scent he couldn't place. Ash gently pressed on the boy's back muscles as he slid the butts of his palms from Max's shoulders to just above his bubble butt. Max gave out a soft moan that made Ash grin. The man slid himself back up the boy's body and repeated this process a few more times, with each pass moving out further from the 12-year-old's spine. Max, who had closed his eyes again, sensed Ash move to his left next to his hand. Ash poured more oil on the pale flesh of the boy, then used his fingers to work out the knots he found earlier. For such a young boy, Max's muscles were very tight. He did the best he could to work out the tension the boy was carrying. Max felt Ash shift, and then felt something fuzzy touching the side of his upturned palm. He wasn't sure what it was, but reminded him of his grandmother's poodle for some reason. He twitched his pinky and noted that it was definitely hair of some kind, and he dismissed it as some kind of massage tool or cloth. Ash took his oil and dribbled it over Max's ass and legs down to the boy's calfs. He could plainly see the damage the craps had been doing. It pained him to see the clear ripping of the muscle beneath the boy's milky flesh. Max felt Ash's hands start to stroke and rub his butt. He couldn't help moaning. It would've made him self-conscious if he dick hadn't started to grow at the same time. He never thought about men or boys in a sexual way before, but the way Ash was touching him, he could help but get hard. He shifted his hips hoping to position his boner better; however, Ash took this as something. The man reached a slicked hand between the boy's legs, under his torso, took hold of Max's blossoming manhood and eased it back, so Max was again laying flat but his hard, five inches was pointing towards his feet, the circumcised head exposed to the air. For his part, Ash didn't say a word and went back to rubbing Max's ass. Ash ran his fingers through the boy's smooth crack and found the virgin hole. With the fleshy pad of his middle finger, Ash lightly pressed and rubbed the pink sphincter. He grinned again when Max gasped and moaned. He could also clearly see the boy's pre-cum oozing from the beautifully cut penis. It only took a few minutes longer before Ash managed to get most of his finger in the boy, who was extremely tight. "Just relax and breathe," the Hindu whispered in the boy's ear. Max involuntarily shuddered as the man's warm breath graced his ear. Ash took his free, left hand and softly pressed down on Max's shoulders. With the hand that was administering the anal massage, Ash began to rub the inside of the boy's hole. It took about 15 minutes to loosen the young man enough to remove his finger without causing any discomfort. Ash then went to work on Max's legs and feet. As with the back, Ash made long, firm strokes on the muscles but from the hips to the heels on both legs. Once that part was taken care of, Ash moved to the bottom of the bed, positioning himself between the boy's size seven feet. Max could now feel the hairy tool touching the soles of his bare feet. He wiggled his toes, because it kind of tickled. Ash grinned, took Max's left leg, brought it up, and started to massage the boy's toes. Ash had a thing for feet, especially boy's feet, so he took extra care and time, rubbing, stroking and caressing Max's sensitive feet. After finishing with Max's feet, he said, "You can roll over on your back now." It took a minute as he was too relaxed, but Max managed to roll over. When he did, though, he noticed that Ash was completely naked, and the hair was the man's pubes. Ash's dick was hard and about an inch longer than his own. The boy moved again, making himself comfortable. Instead of closing his eyes, however, he looked straight up at the ceiling. Ash moved around to the head of the massage table once more, poured more oil, but this time on the boy's hairless chest. And, like with the back, Ash leaned over Max and started the massage once more. Max practically could've kissed Ash's abs as the man extended himself almost flat atop the boy. His flesh was soft and warm. He felt his dick twitch every time Ash ran his hands down towards his groin. Soon, Ash stood and moved to his right. Ash oiled Max's lower stomach and pelvic area, then started to massage the boy's abs. Max couldn't tell if Ash was doing it on purpose or not, but every time Ash's hands would move over Max's lower abs, his arms or hands to bump Max's leaking hard on. The boy was certain that half of the lube was his own. Ash massaged Max's hips and upper legs. More oil was applied to Max's already soft flesh. Ash's right hand moved between the boy's legs, rubbing against the 12-year-old's smooth scrotum and large testicles. The man applied gentle pressure and ran both hands up and down the boy's legs, taking particular care to tenderly rub the young man's taint and balls. Max felt Ash's hardened dick rubbing against his hand. Max looked over and noticed that Ash was also circumcised and leaking pre-cum, though not as much as he was. The boy contemplated grabbing the throbbing member, but he wasn't sure if he would be allowed and was too scared to ask. Ash moved to the end of the table and back to Max's feet. This time, Max watched as Ash pushed his feet together, then as Ash pushed his dick between his feet and slowly fucked them. Max's breathing and heart rate started to speed up. Ash continued to fuck the boy's, he also massage his toes and heels. The grown man moved back to Max's side. He looked down into the boy's face. Green eyes met brown eyes. "Are you okay?" Ash whispered. "Yes," Max whispered back. He reached over and took hold of Ash's cock. The man smiled his approval. "I'm glad to hear it," Ash said, moving a bit of hair from Max's face. "We're almost done, just a little bit more to go." "Okay. I'm ready." Ash smiled and turned back to Max's body. He grabbed the boy's legs and pulled them up to the boy's chest. Max pulled his knees to his chest, and Ash climbed onto the massage table, straddling the boy in a "69" position. Max watched then felt Ash's cock slap him in the face. Then he saw and felt Ash's mouth swallow his cock. Max moaned, opened his own mouth and started to suck the tasty meat. Max had only jerked off, so he knew he was going to cum soon. He pulled Ash's cock out of his mouth and told Ash that he was close. Ash pulled away and said, "That's good to know. There' one last thing to do before your time is up." Ash had Max hold his knees again, while he positioned himself around Max's groin. Ash pulled Max's legs back, so they draped over his own legs and lap, Ash's cock rested on Max's tight balls. "Did you like what I did with my finger?" Max nodded. "Good, because you'll love this." Ash poured some more oil into his hand and started to rub his fingers over Max's hole then slathered his own cock with the coconut oil mix. Ash moved the head of his cock against the boy's virgin anus. He then grabbed Max under the hips and slowly pulled the naked boy towards him. Max gasped as Ash's erection entered his small body. Ash placed a hand on Max's stomach and grabbed his throbbing cock with the other. Ash began to stroke the boy's penis, and out of instinct, Max began to thrust and shift his hips with the motion of Ash's grasp. As he writhed, he felt the man's rock-hard cock moving in him. Max's vision came and went as he road his first cock. His body was electrified. He barely felt Ash licking his feet and sucking his toes, while his own cock was being jerked off. Max quickly covered his mouth to keep from crying out as volley after volley of cum exploded from his cock. He felt the hot, sticky liquid cover his belly, chest and face. He then felt his legs being pressed back against his chest, as Ash--still in Max's ass--moved to fuck the boy better. He started slowly, but sped up until his own balls emptied their contents in the little boy's no-longer, virgin ass. Ash took his time pulling out. Once he did, he got Max a towel and helped the boy clean himself. Before Max got off the table, he leaned in and kissed Ash on the lips. The man returned the sweet gesture. Once Max was cleaned up and both dressed, they returned to the lobby. Max's dad stood up as the pair entered the room. Ash said, "So, will I be seeing you next week?" "Yes!" Max said before his father could utter a word. "Glad to hear it."