Badges

abdominal muscles formed a V at his pelvis, and his beautiful piece of cock and two large balls lay nestled amongst well-groomed pubes. Combined with his face, that body made for one hell of a beautiful man and made John wonder why he had chosen the FBI for a career when he could have easily become a top international male model.

    John pulled out gym shorts and a T-shirt and went back to the kitchen, where he made a salad and threw two steaks on the grill on low. He set two places for dinner as Max watched, sensing that something had changed his owner’s normally peaceful demeanor. Max growled when Bob flew around the corner clad only in gym shorts, his dick moving to and fro inside the soft fabric.

    “That was fast,” John said.

    “I remembered you were outside in the heat while I was lying on the marble floor of that air-conditioned bank, so I know you need to get relief. Tell me what to do, and you can run off to the shower.”

    Oh my God, if I told you what I want you to do, you would faint.

    “Just turn the steaks in four minutes, and I’ll be back in about five,” John said as he almost ran from the room. He flung himself into a cold shower that revived him. Once he was cleaned up, he got out and went to grab a towel only to find none on the rack. He frowned, knowing that he had had two fresh towels hanging there when he went into the shower.

    “Damn, must be more stressed then I realized,” John said as he walked out into the bedroom. There stood Bob with the towels.

    “What the hell?” John said.

    “I thought that since you had a rough day too, I would treat you to a rub down to help relieve the stress that’s written all over your face and body.” Bob looked down and back up John’s body. “Not bad for your age, not bad at all, boss.”

    With his face turning bright red, John replied, “Ah, the steaks will burn, so I’ve got to turn your kind offer down.”

    “No worries, boss, the steaks are finished, and I put them in your oven on warm to keep them that way. Now, let me dry you down, and then I want you to lie down on the bed and let me work your muscles.”

    Stunned, John couldn’t think fast enough to analyze the situation or think of a proper response and then verbalize it. Bob moved quickly and rubbed both towels all over John’s body, including his ass and up and down both legs. The only area he didn’t dry off was John’s genitals.

    “Here, dry there and lie down on the bed. Before you know it, you’ll feel better, and we’ll be eating those steaks!”

    John walked over to the bed knowing that he should be angry with his subordinate, but somehow he wasn’t, not in the least bit. He lay down on his stomach and felt Bob climb onto his back and sit down on his ass. Strong hands spread out and began to massage John’s neck and shoulders, relaxing him to the point where he reacted with an audible moan of delight.

    Bob smiled and took that as a sign to continue his attention to his boss’s body, and he began to work his hands down John’s back, kneading the muscles, pushing in the right places, and stretching to the sides at other places.

    John felt a nudge in the crack of his ass from Bob’s nether regions and realized that the nudge was from Bob’s dick. Once more, he didn’t know how to react to a physical reaction on Bob’s part to his hands-on-body contact. Before John could decide what to do, Bob moved down.

    Instead of stopping at the beginning of John’s ass, Bob continued to rub and knead directly on the muscles there. It was the first time in a long time that John had felt another man touch him like that. It felt so good that John was determined to just enjoy it now and bring it up later, if he still felt like it.

    Bob finished with John’s ass and moved down to his thighs while he slid off the bed and bent over to finish the legs. When he was done, he said, “Now doesn’t that feel much better?”

    “Actually, yes, it feels a lot better. Would you get down to those steaks and pull them out before they’re all dried out?”

    “You bet, boss.”

    When John heard Bob leave the bedroom and bounce down the hallway, he rolled off the bed and his cock sprang out, erect. He quickly slipped on undershorts and then gym shorts and his T-shirt. He definitely didn’t want Bob to know just how much he had enjoyed the massage.

    As they finally sat down to eat, John was struggling to find a casual way to bring up the entire bedroom