Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2019 12:54:53 +0000
From: John <bokjay123@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Trip to the Dales - 5 of 6 (Beginnings)

A Trip to the Dales -- 5

By John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com

The weekend with Jack left him quite knackered by Sunday night. But he
wouldn't have wanted it any other way. That left him with two days before
Tariq was round again and plenty of time to muse how much further he could
go with him.

He could now set his watch by Tariq's arrival.

"Hi, how you doing?"

"Fine, had a good weekend, how about you?"

"Brilliant, went down gym on Sunday as well. Never had any more bother with
the shoulder, you fixed it proper. Even told me mate Husain about you, how
good you are at massage and fixing all those aches and pains we get after a
workout."

"Who is Husain?" asked Tim, wondering if it was family.

"He's my best mate from gym, we usually go through our workout together,
makes it a bit easier when you have someone doing it with you."

"Is he like you, built like a brick shit house?" grinned Tim.

Tariq was not offended. "No he's not and he's been doing it longer than I
have. I think it pisses him off a bit; he's still all slim like when he
started so he's always going on about how well I have developed and
stuff. Mind he's really solid, it's done that for him anyway. When I told
him about what you are doing for me, I think he's really jealous as he
would love to come and get a massage off you as well."

"You've come from the gym now?"

"Did two hours tonight with finishing work a bit early. Had me shower there
as well so no need to be bothering you for one."

"It's no problem if you want one here, none at all," said Tim thinking it
was just another possible opportunity being missed.

"Well actually, I don't like turning up on somebody's doorstep and still
having me sweat on if you know what I mean."

"So, do you want a massage?"

"Oh yes after two hours I'm ready for it, mind no shoulder problem thank
goodness."

As soon as he walked through the bedroom door he started peeling off his
clothes. He stood waiting in only briefs as Tim pulled out a pillow for him
to lay across.

As he moved to the bed, Tim stopped him.

"Get them off," he half-joked, "I want full access to that amazing bum."
Then he thought to add, "Seen it all before anyway."

He held his breath wondering what he would do. Tariq stood unmoving for a
couple of seconds almost making Tim's heart stop, then dropped the briefs
and climbed on the bed. He chuckled "You have, haven't you!"

Tim was shaking as he followed him to the bed. It took real willpower to
start off the massage and not let his eyes be glued to those wondrous orbs.

Ten minutes later and his hands were working his lower back and the next
stop had him shaking. Now he could really see, two not so large but quite
rounded cheeks that did not touch, separated as they were by a surprisingly
wide channel complete with pucker in full view.

Tim had never been a bum man and wouldn't be now if not for the fact the
one before him was so amazingly hard. A novelty it would take some time to
get over.

He kept up a stream of superlatives about his body that made Tariq either
chuckle or try and explain which exercise was best at making them the way
they were.

Again he let the edge of his hand travel up his channel and over his pucker
as his palms swept over the orbs. He expected him to jump or clench his
cheeks but there was no reaction. Encouraged when he swapped to the other
cheek he let his fingers begin against his ball sack. Nothing again. Once
more he let the edge of his hand trail over his pucker and then a second
time to make sure. No comment at all. But Tim's nerves would not hold and
he smartly moved down to his thighs.

"Your thighs are like your ass, made out of steel."

"Every time you say something like that it makes all those hours
worthwhile."

The back of his ball sack was showing between his legs and Tim could not
resist brushing against them. His thigh massage lasted twice as long as
when he was wearing briefs. One thing crossed his mind that if it was
himself being massaged, that would give him a hard-on. Hopefully, Tariq
would be the same.

He finished off with his feet and asked him to turn over and then began
working upwards. His eyes were drawn to the thick long cock draped across
one thigh, but unfortunately still flaccid. Guiltily he looked up at his
face and saw he had put one arm across.

On reaching his thighs again he brushed his fingers against his ball
sack. It was a full affair that matched the proportions of his dick. Tim
really wanted to push his face into the folds of skin and feel it over his
face as he licked his balls.

He needed to put his weight on his hips, so he gently lifted the dick and
laid it on his stomach. Tim might just as well have laid it between his
legs but his stomach would give him the chance to touch it again
later. Tariq said nothing.

From the hips, he went straight to his head and then slowly worked down to
his chest and then stomach. Again he picked up his dick noting how heavy it
felt and laid it on his thigh. The massage was finished off with light
circular motions over his stomach including through his pubic hair.

"There, all done again. Did it meet with your approval?"

Tariq raised his head and blinked as if he had been asleep. "It might be
me, but even better than the first time. You should turn professional;
you'd have half the punters from gym once they got to know how good you
were."

Tim could almost imagine too, except he suspected most of the customers
would be of a physique which would not appeal whilst the other would have
him with a permanent hard-on.

On an impulse, he grabbed his dick again.

"This is not usually included but looks like it could do with a massage
too, it's all limp!" Tim didn't really know what to say having grabbed it
and felt lame trying to make the joke.

He could see Tariq was a bit shocked but it took him a while to get his
thoughts together. He smiled nervously and reached to take it back.

"I better be getting home, I don't want to be outstaying my welcome."

Tim thought he would be welcome all night if he could get him a hard-on.

"It's okay for later in the week? I don't think we have any overtime for a
bit so I want to get some time in at the gym."

Tim assured him he was welcome and said his goodbyes.

After the initial thrill of getting Tariq naked, he had to admit it was
getting a little boring with not being able to get him excited. He was
losing his skills.

Later in the week, he was there again and almost an exact re-run took
place. The only slight difference was at the end of the massage, he allowed
Tim to squeeze his dick and joke a little bit longer before deciding to get
up. Progress was slow but it was progress.

"Tariq, tell me how come all this gym stuff makes your muscles like steel
yet you still have one muscle all soft and squidgy. Doesn't it do anything
for this?"

Tim was having a light-hearted banter while seemingly trying to raise the
dead by playing with his dick.

Tariq grinned, "I don't think anything at the gym works for that, not that
I know of."

"Have you always had a big dick, even before you started off this exercise
stuff?"

"I don't know, never thought about it, to be honest. It's always been the
same to me."

"I bet it's magnificent when standing at attention."

Tariq smiled again. "Well, I think I best be going, it's that time again."

"Next Tuesday again?" asked Tim.

"Sure if you'll have us."

Time nodded and smiled, he would have him anytime he gave the word.

Over the weekend he was blowing hot and cold over Tariq. The thrill of
getting him naked had waned and he didn't really like losing the four hours
or so out of his evenings each week. Sure he had become less shy but there
was just no spark to be found. Despite the wonderful body, he must be the
most un-sexual person he had ever met, gay or straight. But there was no
denying the thrill of seeing those clothes come off even if it was a
brilliant body containing an unexciting mind. What a waste thought Tim.
Funny though, the word video had not been mentioned since he began
massaging.

By the time Tuesday rolled around Tim still was not decided. Should he stop
him coming or should he encourage him to continue?

"Hi Tim, how you doing?"

"Fine, how about you?"

"Did a couple of hours Sunday, last night and again tonight," he said
triumphantly.

"Sure you are not overdoing it a bit? No aches and pains with all that hard
work?"

Tariq grinned. "Well I have actually, but not as bad as before though, but
still it's me shoulder again."

"See if I can sort it out again for you."

"Great, I was hoping you would be able to, it were incredible how you put
it right just like that."

Tariq stripped to his briefs and laid down on the bed. Tim also pulled off
his tee-shirt.

"Bit warm today," he excused himself.

"It is, isn't it, might be in for a bit of a hot spell. You have a good
body for somebody who doesn't work out. Not bad at all."

"Hardly in the same league as you though!"

"There's plenty who goes to the gym who can't hold a light to you. Have you
done any workouts at one time?"

"Not really, I've never been too into sports either. Mowing the lawn is
about as much as I do and walks at weekend, nothing more than that."

"You're really lucky, because you're nicely turned out."

Tim was a bit taken aback by the compliments; having the tables turned.

"Right, let's sort out your shoulder. Breathe deep and let it out slowly."

He gave a sharp push when his lungs emptied and felt a single jarring
crack.

"That might help; it only cracked once so maybe you were not so bad."

"Yeah, I told you I was not like before."

The rest of his massage was uneventful, just one hour of squeezing and
stroking every muscle he could find.

Tariq looked sleepy.

"You know I could lay here all day with you doing us. I love it."

"You'd be welcome to if I could finally see this thing stand up straight
and as hard as the rest."

He made a grab for his dick, stretching and squeezing.

Tariq gave a little laugh. "I don't know about that."

"You don't know? I don't know, three workouts since I saw you last and it's
as soft as putty."

Tariq laughed again and watched Tim working his dick.

"Doesn't it ever stand?"

Having got this far, Tariq suddenly looked a little nervous and didn't
answer. Out of the blue, Tim made a flash decision.

"I tell you what; I think I'll have to take things into my own hands if I
want to see this working properly."

With that he promptly bent over and took it in his mouth, immediately
working the head with his tongue. There was no reaction from Tariq for what
seemed like an age and Tim for a second or so began to think it was what he
wanted. But he must have been totally shocked because just when Tim thought
he was doing okay, he felt Tariq's hand on his head trying to push him
away.

"No, you mustn't," he complained. "It's not right, you shouldn't be doing
that."

Tim held on, trying his best to raise some excitement. Realising he wasn't
going to shift, Tariq tried backing into the bed but there was only so far
he could go.

"Tim it's not good, you should stop," he wailed.

Tim felt his hair almost being pulled out as he tried to push him off.

Then just as if a switch and been flicked, he felt his dick begin to fill
out and a warmth surge through into his mouth.

Tariq groaned again but the tone changed. He seemed to be in despair, not
at Tim but at his own body. Slowly he pushed less and less as his dick
slowly filled up, until his hand fell away to his side.

As he lengthened, Tim had to give ground till he was sucking little more
than the head. He pulled off for a second to draw breath.

"It's magnificent Tariq, must be eleven or twelve inches, you should be
really proud of this equipment." He hoped compliments might help.

There was no answer bar groans and moans, which Tim imagined was some kind
of fight he was having against his body's natural urges.

Tim tried to get a rhythm going as he sucked but just when he thought he
had, Tariq let out a wail and quite suddenly humped his dick into the back
of his throat. Before he could recover, he felt a hand on the back of his
head jamming him down hard.

The pain brought tears to his eyes as Tim fought to get one hand on his
lower dick to stop him cramming too much into his throat and choking.  Now
it was Tariq out of control, moaning ever more noisily and humping his
mouth for all he was worth.

In less than a minute Tim was drowned in cum. He pulled off trying to keep
his coughing under control and his throat smarting from the ramming. To add
to the disaster, it was the foulest tasting cum he had ever had. With his
sore throat, he had to fight the desire to wretch as he tried to clear his
mouth.

But he couldn't allow any of that to show. Once recovered he looked at
Tariq, arm across face totally embarrassed by what had happened.

"Amazing Tariq, that was fantastic! I finally got to see your magnificent
dick at full stand. No wonder you were trying to keep it hidden, you are
really a dark horse!"

He continued stroking his dick which although not steel hard after cumming,
still kept its length.

"You have everything Tariq, a great body and a fantastic dick too; I wish I
could have just one of them. The dick would be first prize though."

Tariq removed his arm and watched Tim play with his dick.

After a while, he cleared his throat. "You like that stuff?" he asked
warily.

"Your cum, no problem why?"

"Isn't it bad or something?"

"Bad? No way!  Look, I could go down to the health food shop in town and
pay ten pounds for some vitamin tablets or I can drink this for free. Plus,
it's a lot more fun."

"Vitamins?"

"Yes, cum is all vitamins and things. You eat eggs, don't you? The egg
white is similar to cum, all the food the chick will need as it grows. Same
for cum, all the goodness that helps to keep the sperm living and stuff."

Tariq was speechless.  "I never knew that!"

"Well you know now, there is nothing wrong with cum at all, it's full of
goodness."

Tariq gave a little smile at the revelation.

"But how often do you wank?" Tim couldn't get over how bad the cum
tasted. "Once a week?" Tariq shook his head. "Once a month?" Again he shook
his head. "Come on, you must have a wank now and again."

"I thought it was bad for you?"

"Whoever put that idea into your head was a sadist who didn't want you to
have any fun!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really! Doctors reckon you should wank at least once a week to keep
yourself healthy. There you are going to the gym thinking you are taking
care of your body and you're not. You have to keep your tubes clean and
give them a blow through, give them a clear out on a regular basis. You
know, even if you put milk in the fridge it still goes off if you leave it
long enough, turns sour and rank and mouldy. Well, that's why doctors
recommend guys have regular wanks."

"I never knew any of this stuff, you are amazing! Where do you learn all
this?"

"A lot of it from the BBC actually," he laughed. "So you've never wanked,
even as a teenager?"

"No never," had admitted.

"I can tell you something else you might not want to hear, some university
has found guys who don't wank when they are teenagers and young men, are
the first to become impotent when they get older. So here you are maybe
thinking of saving yourself for something in the future and no sooner do
you start using it, it stops and breaks down. Finish, kaput, the end!
There you are, the sex life of Mr Tariq written on the back of a postage
stamp."

Tariq looked quite shocked. "I never knew that either," he said finally.

"Well you do now sunshine, you have to be healthy all the way through not
just some bits and not others."

He let it sink in, then finished off. "There are some doctors in America
that say men should have a regular prostate massage as well."

"A pros what?

"I'll show you later sometime."

Neither said anything for a while as Tariq watched Tim idly fondle and play
with his dick.

Tariq spoke, his voice cracking a little. "You know, if you want any more I
think there is some still inside."

"Cum?"

Tariq nodded, looking a little embarrassed.

"Excellent! But you know, I would love to lick those balls first before I
get that cum out of you."

With that, he moved smartly and pushed Tariq's legs wide and laying between
before he had time to think about it, burying his face into the folds of
his sack. As he began licking and sucking, he heard above his head breath
sharply drawn.

Feeling sure of himself he moved down under his balls and pushed back his
legs towards his stomach. He licked down and right over his pucker to the
end of his channel and then slowly all the way back again and finishing
with taking the head between his lips. His still aching throat reminded him
to put one hand on his dick as a stop guard while the other fondled his
balls and one finger played with his pucker.

"Good?" he asked, taking away his mouth for a split second.

"Yes, everything you do is good," he managed to get out.

As if to reinforce his words, he began to moan loudly followed by trying to
hump his dick deep into Tim.

Tim realised what was going to happen and a part of him cringed. When it
came, the taste was still bad but not like the first time.

Coming up for air he made light of it.

"Great Tariq, you have some new stuff coming through now, just a bit of the
old stock left by the taste of it. Soon be all totally one hundred per cent
fresh I reckon in another couple of wanks."

"Oh good, I was a bit worried about what you told us before. So it's
getting good now?"

"Much better, as I said, a few more and you will be all new stuff" he
laughed. "But you have to keep it that way."

Tariq didn't seem to want to move, so Tim gently roamed his hand over his
thighs and stomach.

"You don't mind doing us then?" Tariq asked after a couple of minutes.

"Not at all, those balls you have are beautiful, real gob-stoppers," he
joked. "I love to suck on them as much as your dick."

"It's really nice when I cum in your mouth, I really like that bit," he
admitted shyly.

"Me too, I like to feel you explode, it's a nice reward for the hard work."

Tariq took hold of his dick and gave an inspection.

"You know, I can do it again if you want. I mean if it's okay and not too
much or anything?"

Now he looked bright, obviously looking for the answer he wanted.

"Three times, shit you go from being a monk to maniac in one night."

Tariq looked aghast.

"Sorry, just joking with you. Three times is fine by me, no problem at
all."

With that, he went back to sucking the head. He felt Tariq harden but not
wanting to finish too quickly, he got himself between his legs again and
began nursing his balls with his tongue once more. Taking things a lot
slower than before, he moved under. This time Tariq pulled his legs back
without prompting allowing Tim to tongue his crack all the way back to the
bottom of his spine. On the return journey, he spent a little longer on his
pucker and then quickly replaced his tongue with forefinger and moved back
to his balls.

Flush with saliva, his finger easily parted the pucker and the tip circled
around his sphincter. For some reason, he seemed to lack all feeling there
and it made no difference to the noises he made one way or another. Not
this time, but maybe soon he knew he was going to at least try and fuck
him.

"I think you are finally running out, you didn't drown me with that one."

Tariq smiled. "It were still good though, for me I mean."

"That's all I need to hear."

"I think I should be going now, will Thursday be okay?"

"Sure no problem, be good to see you again."


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