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Kenn’s breath as he spoke, whispered softly across Shaun’s neck and ear and he shook and moaned deep in his throat. That was all the encouragement Kenn needed and with another quick swing planted another slap, not quite so hard this time, onto the already sensitised flesh.
‘Ohhhh!’ moaned Shaun, ‘...err, Mr Blake, I don’t think I can...’ but Kenn shushed him, fascinated by the feel of the firm but tender body beneath his hands. After the last slap he’d left his left hand cupped around the Kid’s left butt-cheek; he could feel the soft concave curve of the muscle down the side of the buttock filling out to a pert gluteus, and his thumb rested gently on the edge of the deep cleft between the two. His right hand lay where he had instinctively placed it to hold the youth still, on the tapering tail of his spine just over the two dimples like inverted commas either side of his lower back. He slid his right hand down and brought it to match the position of his left. With gentle force he stroked the warm cheeks, his thumbs meeting and softly teasing their way along the upper inside edges of the crack.
Shaun stiffened but did not speak. With infinite care Kenn slowly brought his palms up over the ass-cheeks lost in wonder at the lad’s submission and apparent willingness to let him explore unhindered. He worked his way slowly but with gathering force, up his back, sliding over the smooth skin on a film of perspiration, massaging between each thumb and forefinger the thick ridge of muscle that sat either side of the spinal cleft. Shaun dropped his head but left his hands taking his weight on the worktop and luxuriated in the feel of these strong but gentle hands working his back muscles.
When Kenn, reached the nape of Shaun’s neck he gently ran his two thumbs up the lightly pronounced groove that ran up its centre, a faint echo of the deeper groove he’d just climbed the golden skin giving off a soft velvety sheen before disappearing into the cropped hairline. Then slowly, he swept his hands out along the broad shoulders and over the mounds of muscle there, and ran his hands down the boys arms until moving close in behind him he rested his hands over Shaun’s and turning his face to the left laid it gently against the diamond of flesh between neck, shoulders and back and pressed his entire body against him.
He could feel the younger man quivering beneath him and how his breath was coming in short shallow gasps with a soft moaning as he put his head back against Kenn’s. Suddenly from somewhere deep, deep inside of Kenn there welled an involuntary sob almost a gasp and with a shaking sighing breath he murmured, ‘Ohhhh God!’ He knew at that moment that if he spoke another word he would end up bawling like a child, as unwanted memories came flooding in ...but he was saved. He felt Shaun stir beneath him, turning slowly around, until he was facing Kenn, his butt resting on the workbench and he replaced his hands either side face down as before. Kenn had taken a small step back as he felt the lad move, and he let his hands drop to his sides. Almost not daring to look, he gazed up to the younger man’s face. The boy’s head hung down and his breathing was still shallow but he slowly raised his eyes until they locked with Kenn’s, then he tilted his head back and exposed his throat.
Watching, enthralled at the bobbing motion of the youths Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard, Kenn gently placed two fingers in the cup that sat at the apex of the chest. He slid his fingers down the cleft between the pectorals. Bringing both hands to bear, he placed them either side of the upper abdomen just below the pecs, his thumbs centre as he slid his palms and fingers over the lats and joined the thumb-tips so that they traced down the centre of the groove between the abdominals, feeling the varnished softness of the silky hair beneath his softly calloused thumbs and Shaun’s shuddering as his hands passed over him.
When his thumbs met the soft tangle of fuzz just above the boys erect penis, Kenn parted his hands so that the palms and fingers stroked the fibrous muscles of his thighs and his thumbs teased softly down the sides of the generous and silky ball-sac that visibly tightened as he watched.
Shaun let out a soft gasp and a throaty groan. Kenn looked up and with gentle swiftness brought his hands once more up the boy’s flanks to the crisply defined pecs, and with his hands almost in Shaun’s armpits softly stroked the prints of his thumbs over the dark nipples standing proud at their corners.
It was all too much for Shaun. After the stinging surprise of the slaps the slow build of the massage and the frank regard his naked body received from the older man; the slow tease as Kenn’s strong hands gently explored his body and then that gentle swipe of thumbs over his vulnerable nipples threw him over the edge. With an overwhelming electrical surge and a deep sounding moan, One, Two, Three, Four and then a fifth ropy jet of cum splurged out of him, all over the face, shirt, jeans and work boots of his employer...
There was a frozen moment of astonishment from them both and then Shaun blushing furiously once again, grabbed a rag from the worktop and began clumsily trying to wipe Kenn’s polo-shirt, only succeeding in smearing the mess further, and mixing it with the oil which had been on the rag, all across the front of the pale shirt and jeans.
‘Kid, wait!’ said Kenn and gestured to a large roll of blue paper hand towels lying to one side.
Shaun grabbed it and tore off a strip crouching onto his haunches. Kenn tore off a piece and wiped his dripping face as Shaun started frantically trying to wipe the stains from the soft yellow nubbin of the work boots, gabbling out apologies as he did so.
Kenn reached down to him and pulled him upright.
‘Kid you gotta stop apologising all the time!’ and to both their surprise took the boys face in his hands and planted a firm kiss on his lips. There was a brief hesitation, and then they both abandoned themselves to exploring the others mouth, tongues twining then licking along chin, jaw-line, ears and then back to mouths. Kenn started to kiss Shaun’s neck nibbling and licking as he did, but Shaun stopped him with a shake of the head.
‘Uh uh!’ he said and gently pushing Kenn away, manoeuvred him, so that their positions were reversed and Kenn now rested his backside against the workbench.
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