Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 13:54:03 -0400 From: Dudley Donovan Subject: Tom's Bad Back Tom's Bad Back By Lee Donovan We had spent the last three summers in the old white farmhouse. My mom inherited the house when her father (my grandfather) died. It was a nice house but it was Nowhere Ville. I hated living in the country. Each year when school got out (my mom taught second grade) we headed north. We left Boston and headed to rural Maine for ten weeks of sheer boredom. It was a two mile walk into the village. The only neighbor within a mile was Tom Wilson next door. I hardly ever saw him. He worked from home as a writer. He had gone to school with my mother and had married, divorced after ten years and had no children for me to hang with. My dad had left us when I was five. With each passing year I remembered less and less about him. Mom dated a few men over the years but none seriously. She said that she had no interest in getting remarried and that she liked her life the way it was. Mom spent her summers tending the garden and painting landscapes. She belonged to a women's club in town and did volunteer work at a small local hospital ten miles away. I spent most of my time just hanging out at the farm and walking in the woods. I was 15, tall for my age (about 6 feet) and slim (145 pounds) I had wavy auburn hair and ice blue Eyes. My mom said that I was handsome, but don't all moms think their kids are best? One morning in early June I came in from a walk in the woods to find my mother on the phone with Tom Wilson. "I think we can arrange something, Tom." She said into the receiver. "I'll talk it over with Jason and get back to you. Feel better soon... Nice talking to you, too, Bye. " Mom put down the receiver. "How was your walk?" "Okay", said, "what did Mr. Wilson want?" "Tom has a ruptured disc in his back. He is in a lot of pain and is having migraine headaches. He needs someone to help him around the house this summer." "What would I have to do?"... "You know the usual stuff. Help clean up the house, mow the lawn, go to the store for groceries, prepare a few simple meals and, oh yes, help him with his therapy. He said that he would pay 100.00 a week for your services" "What kind of therapy?" "Tom says it's relatively simple. Some deep tissue message for his back..." "Can't you help him with that part?" "I offered. Tom says he would not feel comfortable with a woman messaging his lower back. He said that the town's people might get the wrong idea and start some scandalous gossip. Isn't that just too old fashioned?" she laughed. "Anyway, this could be your chance to earn some extra money and do a good deed at the same time." She reasoned. "Besides, I think a good male role model is just what you need at this stage of your life. You guys could talk about things that you might not want to talk about with me." "Why not." I replied. "It will make the time go by faster." "Good, I'll call him and tell him that you'll be over first thing in the morning." She said. The next morning, Mom went off to volunteer at the hospital and I headed next door to help Mr. Wilson. I knocked on the old oak door. "Come on in, it's unlocked." I heard Mr. Wilson shout from within. I walked into the large country kitchen. He was sitting at a massive pine table in middle of the kitchen. He was naked from the waist up and had on a loose pair of sweat pants that were cut off about mid thigh. I noticed that for a man of about forty-five, he was in extremely good shape. No six pack, but nicely defined pecs, covered with fine black hair that slowly fizzled out just below the navel. He had wavy black hair that was just lightly specked with gray. I noticed he had very muscular legs. "He must be a runner." I thought. "I so glad you agreed to help me out." He said. "You can't imagine how grateful I am..." "No problem, Mr. Wilson." I replied. "Glad to do it. Where do you want me to start? " "First of all, the name is Tom. Mr. Wilson was my father." He laughed. "You can start by making us both breakfast. There's ham and eggs in the fridge. I like mine scrambled" I prepared breakfast and put it on the table. During breakfast we chatted lightly about my school, current events, and what was expected of me around his care. All in all, it was a pleasant time and I began to think that maybe this job wouldn't be so bad. After breakfast, I cleaned up the dishes. When I was finished, Tom said that it was time for his therapy. "It's pretty straight forward." He said. "Starting just below the shoulder blades, using your four fingers just rub in circular motions very deeply. Go down each side of my spine, ending at the small of my back just at the beginning of my butt crack." I helped Tom up from the straight wooden kitchen chair where he had been sitting. He put his arm around my waist and we slowly walked into the bedroom. I began to do as he instructed. "How's this? " I asked after a few minutes. It's okay," He said softly, "But it would be much better if you could get on the bed and straddle me. " "Well, I don't know about that. I would feel kind of funny doing that." I said, nervously. "Believe me, I know how you feel. That's why I didn't want your mother to do it. It's very embarrassing to be so helpless." Tom replied. He gave me a dejected look and kind of sighed. "I'll try. " I said with resignation. I got on the bed behind Tom. As he lay on his stomach, I got on my knees just below his butt and sat on the calves ofhis legs. I began the massage again. Oh yes! Tom moaned. That's much better." I was surprised and embarrassed to discover that I was getting strangely aroused by all of this physical contact. I was getting an erection and I squirmed trying to adjust the growing appendage in my cut offs with out touching it. My breathing was getting rapid and I was terrified that Tom would notice my plight. I began to move down his back. When I got to the small of his back, the elastic waist band of his sweatpants was in the way. "Can you pull my pants down a little ways?" he asked. I thought I was going to pass out right then and there. Tom raised his butt off the bed and I pulled down on his pants they were very loose and they came down easily exposing his ass which was lightly covered in black hair. I began to massage just above the crack of his ass. In my embarrassing condition, I couldn't help but notice how firm and round his cheeks were. That's it." He moaned. "You can't imagine how good that feels. " I continued for about five more minutes. I thought my steel dick was going to explode. My mind was racing. Could Tom feel my rigid dick? Would he think that I was some kind of queer? Why was I so turned on? My thoughts continued to race. As I stared at that magnificent ass, I began to wonder what it would be like to shove my dick into it... Began to imagine shooting my load into that orifice that was inches away from my rock hard rod. That's good. "Tom said softly." You can stop now. I'm starting to get one of my migraine headaches." "Just in the nick of time!" I thought. "This could have been very embarrassing" "Can you massage my temples?" Tom pleaded. "Sure." I said. Happy to get out of the position I was in. I say on the edge of the bed and began to massage his left temple area. "Stop!" Tom shrieked. "It hurts. My head is bouncing on the mattress. Can I put my head in your lap? That would help steady it." I don't think. I can do that." I stammered. "Please?" He begged. "It hurts so much!" Against my better judgment, I acquiesced. Tom laid his head in my lap. His face was buried against my abdomen. I could feel his red hot breath against my stomach and the heat from the side of his face set my crotch on fire. I began to massage his temple. He moved his head back a little. Now his mouth was against my protruding bulge. The moist warmth from his breath was too much. I exploded in a series of orgasms that were incomprehensible. I moaned and shuddered uncontrollably. I felt my cut offs getting wet and knew that Tom could fell the wetness through my pants. He sat up in bed and looked at me with a smile. Our eyes locked and he bent slightly forward. As if it were pre ordained, our mouths met. Our tongues became one. We remained with our mouths locked for what seemed like several minutes. I felt Tom's hand against my crotch. He slowly pulled my zipper down and rammed his hand inside to grab my cum soaked member. It sprang to attention immediately. I ran my hand inside the elastic of his sweat pants. I wrapped my hand around what seemed like a beer can. Long and fat.. Very fat. Tom moaned through our kiss. "Fuck me.... Fuck me now!" He begged. "What about your back?" I managed to gasp. Tom broke our kiss long enough to look at me and grin. "I've never had a problem with my back in my life." He smiled. "You will when I get done with you." I chuckled. It was going to be a great summer.