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Trapped Nerves
by Drew Hunt (drew.hunt@blueyonder.co.uk)
Chapter 3
Pill Hill, Portland OR, July 2005
The elevator car gave a sudden lurch. Mason heard a sickening grinding noise. The lights flickered but stayed on as the car came to a stop.
"Shit!" Parker said, pressing buttons on the control panel, but nothing happened.
Mason's panic increased. He couldn't be trapped in a small metal box with this man, the man he'd once loved.
The Cascade Mountains, WA, Columbus Day Weekend 1991.
"If you didn't want to come, you should have said." Mason finally spoke up. Parker had been restless ever since they'd arrived at the cabin.
"Oh, babe, no, it's not that," Parker said kissing Mason before snuggling back into his chest.
Mason resumed stroking Parker's hair, relieved that everything between them was okay.
As soon as they'd arrived at the log cabin, the first thing Mason had done was light a fire in the stone fireplace in the main room, as well as a smaller one in the master bedroom. After they'd carried in the bags and supplies, the pair had crashed on the couch in front of the blazing fire.
"It's my back. I took some hard hits today."
Mason had watched from the bleachers as Parker had done his stuff, wowing the crowd of visiting Falcon fans as he tore apart the Jackson Raiders defense pretty much single-handed. Mason knew he was exaggerating, but he didn't care. Parker had been awesome; he had scored a touchdown, gained 162 yards, and caught 7 passes. At the end they gave him the game ball. As soon as he had climbed stiffly into Mason's Beretta he gave the ball to Mason.
"A couple of the hits were late." Parker wriggled against Mason's chest. "Those fucking refs were blind, or playing for the other team."
It wasn't like Parker to swear, especially when they were alone. "Want me to give you a back rub? I've got some massage oil around here somewhere." Mason didn't add that its usual purpose was as an aid to jerking off.
"Would you? I was gonna get one from the trainer after the game, but I knew you'd be waiting, and I didn't want to delay us." Parker had been given permission to leave the Jackson campus with Mason rather than return on the team bus.
Mason sighed before gently pushing Parker from him and rising from the sofa. "You should have stayed. I feel terrible that you've been in pain all this time."
"I'm tough."
Mason leaned down and kissed the recumbent Parker on the lips. "But what few people realize is inside that macho stud super-jock exterior, you're a real pussycat."
Parker meowed.
As Mason rooted around in his bag for the massage oil, he marveled at how close he and Parker had become over the past week. He was no longer afraid of the big jock, but he still couldn't get his head around the fact that they were boyfriends. When Parker had called him by that term the previous day, Mason had had to fight hard not to burst out crying.
"Okay, we best take this to the bedroom."
Parker got stiffly to his feet and followed Mason down a short hallway.
"A double bed, nice."
"This is mom and dad's room."
"Uh, should we be in here then?"
"I asked them if we could sleep here." Mason blushed; he'd not asked Parker if he wanted to sleep with him. He'd just assumed he'd be cool with the idea.
"Wha?"
"Um, we can have separate rooms if you'd rather, I just. . ." Mason's spirits began to plummet.
"No, babe, you misunderstood. I was blown away that you'd asked your folks about sleeping in their bed with your boyfriend. I mean, it's kinda, well, I dunno." Parker shook his head.
Mason was relieved, Parker wasn't refusing to share a bed with him, and he'd called him his boyfriend again. "I think part of it has to do with how little time they spend with me. Giving me nice things like the car and letting us sleep together is probably their way of salving their consciences."
"Sorry, bud. But really they're not bad people."
"Yeah, you're right. Guess I'm still bummed at dad having to work this weekend."
"But at least it means we can have the place to ourselves." Parker waggled his eyebrows.
Mason grinned, "Come on, stud, let's get on with your massage." Mason unscrewed the cap on the bottle of oil and poured some into his hands and began to warm it. "Should be some large towels in the armoire." Mason nodded in the direction of the heavy oak cupboard. "I don't want to stain the sheets."
"I'm sure you're an expert at staining the sheets with that stuff."
Mason blushed; Parker had guessed what he usually used the oil for. As he watched Parker spread the towels, his mind was conflicted. He never tired of looking at Parker, but because his movements were restricted and painful, it caused him concern.
"Okay, strip," Mason said, taking charge of both the situation and his emotions.
"Huh. You've been wanting to get me naked and your hands on me all day."
"What makes you think I'd be interested in your skinny ass?" Mason asked, as he watched with rapt attention as Parker undressed.
"You find me totally irresistible."
"Yeah, right." Mason knew he couldn't tell Parker how he really felt. It would inflate the football player's already oversized ego.
The sight of Parker's naked broad back displaying itself was very arousing, and Mason had been given permission to touch it. He intended to make full use of his opportunity. Kneeling on the side of the bed, Mason brought his oiled hands down onto the warm, firm and slightly sweaty flesh.
"God, you've got a great touch," Parker moaned low in his throat.
Mason leaned down and kissed a spot between Parker's shoulder blades. "I'm glad I have my uses. Come on, tell me about the game, and how you won it for us." Mason remembered the talk they'd had the previous Friday when Parker had given an almost play-by-play account of his part in the victory.
"I didn't think you'd be interested, ooh yeah, that's it." Parker wiggled as Mason dug his thumbs into the left side of Parker's trapezius.
"Of course I'm interested. I think you're so fucking sexy when you get hold of the ball and run down the field, leaving a trail of players in your wake. You're like a brave warrior, laying waste everything in your path." Mason knew he'd gone too far, but his mind was spinning with the awesome sensations being received from his hands.
Parker chuckled. "Is that how you see me? A warrior?"
"Yeah." In a much lower voice Mason added, "My warrior."
He only half listened as Parker enthused about the game, his teammates and the weakness of the opposition. He was too caught up in the thrill of touching Parker, caressing his beautiful body, to pay much attention to what he was actually saying. The shallow valley along Parker's spine seemed to beckon to his fingers, demanding to be worshiped. Mason lightly ran his fingers along the slight bony ridges. Then Mason opened his hands and swept his palms outward and upward, gliding across the glorious topography of Parker's back. Then his hands swept further to caress the wide, oh so wide shoulders. Moving down, Mason traced the classic V of Parker's torso as his hands rubbed Parker's trim waist. The firm mounds of butt flesh came next. Parker's buttocks were high, tight, with a light dusting of blond fur in the cavern which divided them. Mason wondered if he dare part the tight buns to examine what was inside.
"You enjoying yourself back there?" Parker asked, snapping Mason out of his daydream.
"Sorry," Mason said, realizing Parker had stopped discussing the game some time earlier.
"So, do I have a skinny ass?"
Mason slapped Parker's left buttock.
"Bastard."
"Hey, lie down, I've not finished."
Parker grumbled something about giving someone a toy to play with and them not wanting to give it back. However, he did as he was asked and Mason resumed his massage.
The heat from Parker's body had released the lavender in the oil. That, along with the warmth coming from the fire, the flames dully reflecting from Parker's glistening skin, soon had Mason back in his trance.
Though he'd studied human anatomy in his biology classes, the pictures in the textbooks and the plastic models he'd seen, though instructive, didn't tell the whole story. Here, touching Parker, made it all much more real. Mason traced Parker's trapezius muscle from where it began in the mid back, up to the shoulder blades. He then followed the muscle over Parker's wide shoulders to his collarbone. Tracing the traps into Parker's scalp, he felt tension.
"Have you been having some pain here?"
"Uh, yeah. How did you know?"
Mason dug into the tightness with his thumbs, he felt the muscle resist before finally submitting. Mason could feel Parker's body relaxing. He smiled.
"Wow, you've got a fantastic touch. You ought to take this up full time."
"Thanks. I'm gonna take pre-med in college and follow in Mom's footsteps."
"Dr. Mason Grant. Yeah, that has a real ring to it."
Closing his eyes, Mason conjured up a diagram of the human back and figured out where to find Parker's latissimus dorsi. There it was, attached to the hipbones. He followed the muscle up Parker's back and up until it disappeared into his armpits. Again Mason felt the occasional knot, which he smoothed away.
As Parker seemed content to act as a kind of human biology specimen, Mason probed deeper to locate Parker's rhomboids. Sure enough, he found them exhibiting their classic Christmas tree shape. As he felt around in Parker's shoulder for the levator scapula attachment, he mused about having Parker stripped to the waist and sitting at the front of Mr. Becker's biology class. The grey haired teacher could use Parker's amazing physique as an anatomy model. But the thought of having others looking at and drooling over Parker's beautiful body didn't hold any appeal. No, he wanted Parker all to himself.
Mason was so concentrated on the task of locating and tracing Parker's erector spinae muscles, he hadn't realized his patient had stopped talking. Pausing the massage, Mason softly asked, "You okay?"
Parker's only reply was a soft snore.
"Must be my scintillating company." Mason wasn't downhearted. Parker had played hard during the game; he seemed to be on the field a lot of the time. He'd have to remember to ask sometime why Parker played both offense and defense.
Deciding he'd done all he could, Mason used a towel to wipe the excess oil from Parker's skin.
"And to think I'd been hoping for a night of sex and passion," Mason said just above a whisper as he tucked a comforter around the softly snoring athlete.
Mason visited the bathroom to relieve both his bladder and his aching balls, before going back into the bedroom.
"You still asleep?" Mason asked softly.
There was no reply.
Climbing into the bed, Mason propped himself up on an elbow and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. "I know you don't feel the same, but I've fallen in love with you, Parker." Mason sniffed back a tear.
* * * *
The first thing Mason became aware of when his mind began to drift into wakefulness was the smell of bacon. Opening his eyes, Mason quickly closed them again. The drapes had been drawn back, letting in the morning sunlight, which at that elevation and time of year, meant the sun was shining directly into his eyes. He didn't have long, however, to gather his wits before the bedroom door opened.
"Rise and shine," Parker announced in an irritatingly cheerful voice.
"Urr! What time is it?"
"After nine, and the day is half over."
Mason still had his eyes shut, wondering who had stolen his boyfriend and replaced him with this pseudo-parent.
"I made breakfast," Parker said, when Mason didn't move.
Mason opened his eyes to see Parker placing a tray of bacon, hash browns and waffles on top of the bedside locker.
"What the. . ." Mason said when Parker straightened up. Parker was wearing a full-length white apron with frilled edges. "Oh my God!" Mason clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. It was such an unexpected, incongruous and downright hilarious site. Parker the big macho jock wrapped in a white cotton apron!
"Shut up. That fucking bacon kept spitting at me. So I found this in a drawer and put it on to protect myself," Parker said untying the apron and pulling the loop over his head to reveal nothing but bare flesh and a pair of red boxer shorts. Seeing this, Mason instantly stopped laughing.
"I was hungry, and you didn't look like you were gonna wake up anytime soon," Parker said, filling the silence.
"Sorry, you should have woken me. Fine host I am."
"That's okay." Parker got under the blankets, reached over for the tray and placed it between them.
"Fresh coffee as well as orange juice. Wow,"
"Yeah. That kitchen is really well stocked."
"That's Mom's domain."
"Come on, get eatin', or are you waiting for me to feed you?"
Mason smiled. He rather liked the idea but thought it might be pushing things too far; after all, he and Parker had only really known each other for a couple of weeks.
"Hey, this is great." Mason said biting into a waffle. It was a crisp golden brown on the outside, but soft and light on the inside.
"Yeah. I love waffles, and cause Mom's out working so much, I have to either do without or make my own."
"You'd make someone a real nice housewife," Mason said through a mouthful of food. He noticed Parker had stopped eating. Swallowing, Mason continued. "Sorry, Parker, I didn't mean it like that."
Parker smiled. "It's cool. I know I don't come across as the cozy domestic type, but. . ." Parker looked at the ceiling, was that a wistful expression on his face?
Mason got an image of the pair of them living in a small house together, white picket fence, roses growing round the door. He mentally slapped himself for being such a sap. "Come on, it's getting cold," Mason said in an effort to lighten the atmosphere.
Once they'd finished, Mason saw a smear of maple syrup on Parker's chin. He leaned forward and licked away the errant food. "You messy pup."
Parker wrapped his arms around Mason and began to kiss him, Mason responding eagerly. As their passions rose, Parker rolled Mason onto his back and pressed him into the mattress. Pulling their lips apart, Parker stared down into Mason's eyes. "I remember that day under the maple tree when I had something on my chin. I thought you were gonna lick it clean."
"You remember that?"
Parker nodded. "Of course I do. I remember everything we said and did those first few days. I wanted you to lick my chin, kiss me and. . ."
"I was too scared. I mean I didn't know that you. . . that you were gay and interested in me."
"Yeah. Seems like a real dumb game we played, both sorta circling each other, neither of us willing to make the first move."
"I couldn't, Parker. Though I'm not a weakling or anything, if you'd have wanted to, you could have beat the crap out of me. I was shitting my pants that day in the locker-room when you caught me staring."
"I could never hurt you, babe," Parker said running a finger down Mason's cheek. "You mean the fucking world to me, Mase."
Mason swallowed. This was the most serious the two had been with each other, the closest either of them had come to saying the 'L' word. No one had ever called him Mase before; he thought he'd hate it, but when Parker said it, his body tingled.
"Oh, Parker." Mason pulled the big teenager on top of him and initiated a further round of kissing. He could feel a large hard object pressing into his hip. Mason didn't need three guesses to know what it was. He wanted that cock. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. But before he could match thought to deed, Parker had slid down Mason's body, pulled off his boxers and engulfed Mason's stiff erection.
"Oh Christ!" Mason said. Though he'd both given and received a few blowjobs in his time, this, this was something else, in a class of its own. No one had ever deep throated him before, but it only took Parker a few bobs up and down before the head of his cock was down Parker's throat.
"Fuck! Oh God, Parker, don't stop." Mason's fingers clawed at the towel under him. "This is fucking awesome." Mason looked down and saw Parker's beautiful blond head bobbing on his achingly hard tool. Their eyes met. Mason could see the satisfaction, the sense of achievement in Parker's grey orbs. The eye contact caused Mason to lose control. He thrust upward once, twice; the third time he blew. His cock fired several volleys of cream directly into Parker's eagerly sucking mouth.
Mason collapsed back on the bed, exhausted. He couldn't ever remember having such an intense orgasm.
Parker hovered over him, a shit-eating grin on his face, bringing out his sexy dimples. "Enjoyed that?"
"Uh," Mason gasped. "Fucking A, Parker. You were," Mason shook his head. "You were. . . well, the best!"
Parker's grin widened.
"Now it's my turn, you fucking gorgeous stud. Though I don't know if I can do as good as you just did, I'm sure gonna try."
"Have at it, babe. You won't get any complaints from me."
Mason wanted to take his time. Run his fingers in Parker's treasure trail, rub his smooth belly, explore the cobblestones of his ripped abs, but he was in too much of a hurry to get to the main prize to fully appreciate the honed perfection that was Parker's torso.
A quarter sized wet spot marked the place where Parker's manhood was leaking pre-cum. Mason rubbed his cheek against the cotton-covered bulge, eliciting a moan from further up the bed. He then tongued and gently bit into the mound. Knowing he couldn't wait any longer, he reached out and pulled at the waistband of Parker's sexy red boxers. The elastic snagged on Parker's knob but soon freed itself and slapped Mason's cheek, causing him to giggle.
Denying his desire to immediately go down on Parker, Mason instead began to lick under his partner's balls, making the big guy groan. Mason spent countless minutes lapping Parker's scrotum, perineum, once even straying into a musky smelling ass crack. Parker, judging by the pleasurable sounds he was making, loved the attention, though he eventually became impatient.
"Please, Mase, please, I gotta get off. Suck me, dude."
In a bid to show his independence, Mason continued licking, but moved on to Parker's inner thighs.
"You bastard," Parker whimpered.
Out of the corner of his eye Mason saw Parker reach for his dick and begin to stroke.
"Hey. Stop that."
"But, Mase."
Mason decided it was time. He grasped Parker's cock. It was stiffer than he could ever remember and was pointing to Parker's face. Maneuvering it to his mouth, Mason licked at the shiny cock head, dripping with pre-seminal fluid. Parker tasted sweet, sweeter than any of his limited number of previous sex partners.
He wasn't allowed to enjoy the taste for very long though, because Parker put his hands either side of Mason's head and began to push him further onto his log.
Mason objected to being handled so roughly. Parker apologized, but Mason could see his actions were due mainly to frustration and lust.
"Put your hands behind your head or grip the sheets or something. Otherwise I'll tie you up."
Parker, the big muscled jock whimpered like a baby being told it couldn't have its favorite toy.
"Want to be tied down, Parker? You into bondage?"
In a small voice, which Mason only just heard, Parker said, "Yes."
Mason stared down at the handsome athlete with his face bathed in sweat, his hair a mess of tangles. "You sure?" Mason's heart began to beat rapidly, he'd never done anything like this before, but the prospect was highly arousing.
"Yes, I love it when someone else takes control."
Mason was amazed; he thought Parker would always want to be top dog. Then he remembered all the times when Parker would ask him to just cuddle him. "Okay, if you're sure."
Parker nodded while biting his bottom lip.
Mason thought quickly about what he could use to restrain Parker. Rising from the bed he searched in his parents' dresser and soon found a handful of his father's ties. Occasionally his mom and dad would attend a function out of town and either go from, or return to, the cabin.
Working as quickly but as thoroughly as he could, Mason secured Parker's wrists to the vertical spindles on the headboard. Parker tested his bonds, found they would hold, but weren't tight enough to interfere with circulation.
"Now I've got you just where I want you," Mason said, putting an edge of menace into his voice. He surprised himself at how turned on he was being the one in charge.
Parker grinned at him, though it looked somewhat wary. "And just what are you going to do with me now you've got me?"
'Show you just how much I love you,' Mason thought. But out loud he said, "Oh, tease you until you go crazy and beg me to get you off." Putting on a sinister smile he added, "Then I'll tease you some more."
Parker groaned. "Oh fuck."
Mason lost track of time as he rubbed, licked, bit and kissed every square inch of Parker's available flesh. Whenever the big jock's passion seemed to be waning, Mason would stop whatever he was doing and stimulate him back to full hardness. Parker whimpered, begged, cursed and shouted for release, but Mason was deaf to his entreaties. Mason had a great time pointing out to Parker all his muscle groups, not just the obvious ones of pectorals, biceps and triceps.
"These, Parker, are your intercostals," Mason said poking at the big guy's ribs.
"Stop it. This has gone on long enough. Please," Parker said through his laughter at being tickled.
Mason mounted the wide chest and after subduing Parker with a long, slow tongue-filled kiss, he began suckling and biting Parker's neck. "I'm going to mark you as my property. Do you want that, baby?"
Though Mason sensed that Parker's mind was otherwise occupied because, while he was biting Parker's shoulders, his fingers were pinching and rubbing the big guy's nipples.
"No, Mason, please, no hickeys."
By now Mason had developed a good sense of Parker and what he really wanted. He therefore sucked harder at Parkers collarbone and bit down. Pulling off he noted with satisfaction that he'd left a visible red mark.
"Now everyone in the locker room on Tuesday will know that 'the' Parker Collins got some over the weekend." Mason chose not to think how everyone would assume the bite had come from a chick. No, he absolutely refused to think about Parker telling everyone that his new girlfriend had done it.
As often as he could throughout Mason's exploration of Parker's body, he'd rubbed his own hard member against whatever part of Parker was accessible. He thought he'd taunted the big guy enough, and in truth he too was ready to blow again.
"Okay, Parker, I'm gonna let you come. Aren't I a considerate master?"
"That's not how I'd. . ."
Mason closed his lips over Parker's silencing the angry comments. "Now, now, Parky darling, that's no way to talk to your betters. For that comment I ought to make you wait another five minutes."
"No, please!"
The imploring, desperate expression on Parker's face made Mason relent.
Levering himself up and shuffling backward until he was sitting on Parker's thighs, Mason took hold of Parker's now slippery member and began to pump. Parker was close to the edge, hell, he'd kept him on the edge for the past half hour. Therefore it didn't take long before Parker was ready to explode. "Shoot, Parker, shoot for me."
The big man's scream at the moment of release rattled the window panes with its volume. Three, four and then five ropes of cum shot out of the head of his penis, the first spraying Mason in the face. His vision was momentarily obscured before he could reach up and wipe his eyes clean just in time to witness the fourth volley. The subsequent eruptions, though far less spectacular, seemed to affect Parker just as much. He shuddered involuntarily as his orgasm racked his large frame. Mason looked down in satisfaction, which as time went on, turned to mild concern. Had Parker blown some kind of biological fuse? Had he overdone things? Mason was only vaguely aware that he himself was hard and unsatisfied. It wasn't until Mason saw Parker's wet face, that it dawned on him that Parker's shudders were due to him crying. Mason felt like shit. He'd pushed Parker' beyond his limits, why hadn't he listened to his pleas to stop? Frantically Mason tore at Parker's bonds, eventually freeing them. Parker launched himself at Mason and held him in a death grip as he continued to cry, his sobs now audible.
"I'm sorry, so sorry, Parker," Mason tried to say, though he too was crying. How could he have hurt this beautiful but obviously vulnerable boy man?
"No, Mason. You don't understand." Parker tried to say. "These are happy tears. I am. . ." Parker sniffed, "I'm happier than I think I've ever been in my life."
"Huh?"
"Just hold me, Mason. Please don't let go."
Mason complied, rocking the big guy in his arms, wondering what the hell had just happened.
"Feeling better now?" Mason asked after Parker had been quiet for about five minutes, though he hadn't let go his tight hold on Mason.
"Yeah, thanks."
Mason kissed the top of Parker's head. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Parker shuddered, but made no other visible or audible reply.
Mason just continued to cuddle his friend, marveling at how amazing it felt to give comfort to such a big and outwardly tough person.
"Can we get cleaned up first? I stink."
"Sure, babe, whatever you want." Mason let go of Parker who got up, kissed Mason on the cheek before making for the door. "Leave the shower running. I'll go in after you." Mason didn't suggest they shower together; he suspected Parker needed a little time to himself, plus the shower cubicle was rather small.
As he waited for Parker to finish in the bathroom, Mason scanned the room. They'd made a real mess of the bed, though fortunately the towels Parker had laid down the night before had borne the brunt of the damage. Gathering them up and straightening the underlying sheets and blankets, Mason headed for the kitchen to do laundry.
Not long after starting the wash, Parker called out that he'd finished, so Mason went to have his shower.
Once he'd washed and dried himself, Mason went back into the master bedroom and found Parker already dressed.
"I thought we might go for a hike. Are there any decent trails round here?"
"Uh, yeah. You remembered to bring a pair of hiking boots?" Mason asked, wondering if Parker was trying to avoid the issue of what happened earlier.
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