wasn’t looking.
When everything was ready, he saw that Allan was still struggling with the buttons on his shirt front. His unwieldy left hand made the simple task difficult. “Do you need help?”
“Damned buttons. I don’t know why they have to make ‘em so small.” He waved Erik away. “I can manage. It may take a while though.”
Erik hid a sad smile. So proud. Just like George. “Take your time.”
Finally Allan was able to slip out of his shirt. His cotton pants had an elastic waistband, so he was able to quickly shuck those.
He’d once been a robust man. He was still tall and broad shouldered, chest covered in a thick pelt of silver hair, but his illness had left him pale and thin. His left shoulder dropped a fraction lower than the right. Erik’s gaze honed in on a very nice dick. Even soft it was impressive. He understood now why it was such an issue for Allan that he could no longer get an erection.
“I don’t know when I got so old,” Allan said with a sad smile, looking down at his body. “Seems like just yesterday I was beating the girls off with a stick.”
“It happens to all of us. You should have seen me when I found my first gray chest hair.” George, who had been completely gray by age forty, had teased him mercilessly for weeks over that one measly hair.
“I can’t bear for her to see me. Like this.”
Erik took two steps and clasped Allan’s face between his palms. “You’re a damned fine looking man, Allan. You have nothing to be ashamed of, believe me. If we weren’t both attached, I’d definitely want to show you a thing or two.”
The sheen of tears in the older man’s eyes made Erik’s heart ache. He placed a quick kiss on Allan’s lips. “Now, can you get up here okay?”
He helped Allan up the step stool and arranged him so that he sat perched on the edge of the table, his legs dangling over the long side. The position left him slightly lower than Erik, so that the top of his head reached the underside of Erik’s chin.
Erik moved to stand behind him and laid out all the things he would need within reach. Allan made a startled noise when he saw the oddly-shaped black silicone toy. “What’s that?”
“Prostate massager.”
“Just had the ol’ prostate checked, thank you very much. It doesn’t need any fixing.”
Erik couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be so quick to judge, Allan. But don’t worry, we’ll only use this externally today.”
He oiled up his hands and then started working out the muscles in Allan’s neck and shoulders. He kept his touch gentle, gaging the man’s fragility. His thumbs slid up Allan’s nape to the base of his skull, where he spent a long time loosening the tight knots of tension. He slid his fingers along Allan’s jaw, caressed the rim of his ears. Allan made a little sound of pleasure.
Erik moved on to the shoulders and deltoids. “How’s the pressure? Am I hurting you?”
“It’s good. You’re way better than that girl who does my physio,” he murmured.
Erik chuckled. “Her job is to make you work. Mine is to make you relax and feel good.”
He prodded his way down Allan’s spine with his thumbs and then back up. He reached his arms around Allan’s torso, embracing the man in a tight hug and trapping his arms against his sides. Allan started in surprise, but when Erik did nothing but hold him, he relaxed again. Tucked close behind him, Erik began to draw his flattened palms over that wide, hairy chest. He dug his fingers through the wiry chest hair, savoring Allan’s quick inhale of breath when he scored a nipple. Sensitive. That was good. He would come back to those later.
His hands continued their descent, working across Allan’s stomach, his groin, but deliberately skirting his penis. When he reached the thighs, he stroked along the outside and then back up the inside in slow ovals. Allan’s cock was still soft, but Erik heard the subtle change in his breathing, felt the bunching of his
When everything was ready, he saw that Allan was still struggling with the buttons on his shirt front. His unwieldy left hand made the simple task difficult. “Do you need help?”
“Damned buttons. I don’t know why they have to make ‘em so small.” He waved Erik away. “I can manage. It may take a while though.”
Erik hid a sad smile. So proud. Just like George. “Take your time.”
Finally Allan was able to slip out of his shirt. His cotton pants had an elastic waistband, so he was able to quickly shuck those.
He’d once been a robust man. He was still tall and broad shouldered, chest covered in a thick pelt of silver hair, but his illness had left him pale and thin. His left shoulder dropped a fraction lower than the right. Erik’s gaze honed in on a very nice dick. Even soft it was impressive. He understood now why it was such an issue for Allan that he could no longer get an erection.
“I don’t know when I got so old,” Allan said with a sad smile, looking down at his body. “Seems like just yesterday I was beating the girls off with a stick.”
“It happens to all of us. You should have seen me when I found my first gray chest hair.” George, who had been completely gray by age forty, had teased him mercilessly for weeks over that one measly hair.
“I can’t bear for her to see me. Like this.”
Erik took two steps and clasped Allan’s face between his palms. “You’re a damned fine looking man, Allan. You have nothing to be ashamed of, believe me. If we weren’t both attached, I’d definitely want to show you a thing or two.”
The sheen of tears in the older man’s eyes made Erik’s heart ache. He placed a quick kiss on Allan’s lips. “Now, can you get up here okay?”
He helped Allan up the step stool and arranged him so that he sat perched on the edge of the table, his legs dangling over the long side. The position left him slightly lower than Erik, so that the top of his head reached the underside of Erik’s chin.
Erik moved to stand behind him and laid out all the things he would need within reach. Allan made a startled noise when he saw the oddly-shaped black silicone toy. “What’s that?”
“Prostate massager.”
“Just had the ol’ prostate checked, thank you very much. It doesn’t need any fixing.”
Erik couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be so quick to judge, Allan. But don’t worry, we’ll only use this externally today.”
He oiled up his hands and then started working out the muscles in Allan’s neck and shoulders. He kept his touch gentle, gaging the man’s fragility. His thumbs slid up Allan’s nape to the base of his skull, where he spent a long time loosening the tight knots of tension. He slid his fingers along Allan’s jaw, caressed the rim of his ears. Allan made a little sound of pleasure.
Erik moved on to the shoulders and deltoids. “How’s the pressure? Am I hurting you?”
“It’s good. You’re way better than that girl who does my physio,” he murmured.
Erik chuckled. “Her job is to make you work. Mine is to make you relax and feel good.”
He prodded his way down Allan’s spine with his thumbs and then back up. He reached his arms around Allan’s torso, embracing the man in a tight hug and trapping his arms against his sides. Allan started in surprise, but when Erik did nothing but hold him, he relaxed again. Tucked close behind him, Erik began to draw his flattened palms over that wide, hairy chest. He dug his fingers through the wiry chest hair, savoring Allan’s quick inhale of breath when he scored a nipple. Sensitive. That was good. He would come back to those later.
His hands continued their descent, working across Allan’s stomach, his groin, but deliberately skirting his penis. When he reached the thighs, he stroked along the outside and then back up the inside in slow ovals. Allan’s cock was still soft, but Erik heard the subtle change in his breathing, felt the bunching of his
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