Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 13:54:03 -0400
From: Dudley Donovan <ddonova3@maine.rr.com>
Subject: Tom's Bad Back

                       Tom's Bad Back
                       By Lee Donovan


We had spent the last three summers in the old white
farmhouse. My mom inherited the house when her father (my
grandfather) died. It was a nice house but it was Nowhere
Ville.  I hated living in the country. Each year when school
got out (my mom taught second grade) we headed north. We
left Boston and headed to rural Maine for ten weeks of sheer
boredom.  It was a two mile walk into the village. The only
neighbor within a mile was Tom Wilson next door. I hardly
ever saw him. He worked from home as a writer. He had gone
to school with my mother and had married, divorced after ten
years and had no children for me to hang with.

My dad had left us when I was five. With each passing year I
remembered less and less about him. Mom dated a few men over
the years but none seriously. She said that she had no
interest in getting remarried and that she liked her life
the way it was. Mom spent her summers tending the garden and
painting landscapes. She belonged to a women's club in town
and did volunteer work at a small local hospital ten miles
away. I spent most of my time just hanging out at the farm
and walking in the woods.

I was 15, tall for my age (about 6 feet) and slim (145
pounds) I had wavy auburn hair and ice blue Eyes. My mom
said that I was handsome, but don't all moms think their
kids are best?

One morning in early June I came in from a walk in the woods
to find my mother on the phone with Tom Wilson. "I think we
can arrange something, Tom." She said into the receiver.
"I'll talk it over with Jason and get back to you. Feel
better soon... Nice talking to you, too, Bye. "
Mom put down the receiver. "How was your walk?"

"Okay", said, "what did Mr. Wilson want?"

"Tom has a ruptured disc in his back. He is in a lot of pain
and is having migraine headaches. He needs someone to help
him around the house this summer."

"What would I have to do?"...

"You know the usual stuff. Help clean up the house, mow the
lawn, go to the store for groceries, prepare a few simple
meals and, oh yes, help him with his therapy. He said that
he would pay 100.00 a week for your services"

"What kind of therapy?"

"Tom says it's relatively simple. Some deep tissue message
for his back..."

"Can't you help him with that part?"

"I offered. Tom says he would not feel comfortable with a
woman messaging his lower back. He said that the town's
people might get the wrong idea and start some scandalous
gossip. Isn't that just too old fashioned?" she laughed.

"Anyway, this could be your chance to earn some extra money
and do a good deed at the same time." She reasoned.
"Besides, I think a good male role model is just what you
need at this stage of your life. You guys could talk about
things that you might not want to talk about with me."

"Why not." I replied. "It will make the time go by faster."

"Good, I'll call him and tell him that you'll be over first
thing in the morning." She said.

The next morning, Mom went off to volunteer at the hospital
and I headed next door to help Mr. Wilson. I knocked on the
old oak door. "Come on in, it's unlocked." I heard Mr.
Wilson shout from within.

I walked into the large country kitchen. He was sitting at a
massive pine table in middle of the kitchen. He was naked
from the waist up and had on a loose pair of sweat pants
that were cut off about mid thigh. I noticed that for a man
of about forty-five, he was in extremely good shape. No six
pack, but nicely defined pecs, covered with fine black hair
that slowly fizzled out just below the navel. He had wavy
black hair that was just lightly specked with gray.  I
noticed he had very muscular legs. "He must be a runner." I
thought.



"I so glad you agreed to help me out." He said. "You can't
imagine how grateful I am..."

"No problem, Mr. Wilson." I replied. "Glad to do it. Where
do you want me to start? "

"First of all, the name is Tom. Mr. Wilson was my father."
He laughed. "You can start by making us both breakfast.
There's ham and eggs in the fridge. I like mine scrambled"

I prepared breakfast and put it on the table. During
breakfast we chatted lightly about my school, current
events, and what was expected of me around his care. All in
all, it was a pleasant time and I began to think that maybe
this job wouldn't be so bad.

After breakfast, I cleaned up the dishes. When I was
finished, Tom said that it was time for his therapy. "It's
pretty straight forward." He said. "Starting just below the
shoulder blades, using your four fingers just rub in
circular motions very deeply. Go down each side of my spine,
ending at the small of my back just at the beginning of my
butt crack."

I helped Tom up from the straight wooden kitchen chair where
he had been sitting. He put his arm around my waist and we
slowly walked into the bedroom. I began to do as he
instructed. "How's this? " I asked after a few minutes.

It's okay," He said softly, "But it would be much better if
you could get on the bed and straddle me. "

"Well, I don't know about that. I would feel kind of funny
doing that." I said, nervously.

"Believe me, I know how you feel. That's why I didn't want
your mother to do it. It's very embarrassing to be so
helpless." Tom replied. He gave me a dejected look and kind
of sighed.

"I'll try. " I said with resignation.

I got on the bed behind Tom.  As he lay on his stomach, I
got on my knees just below his butt and sat on the calves
ofhis legs. I began the massage again.

Oh yes! Tom moaned. That's much better."

I was surprised and embarrassed to discover that I was
getting strangely aroused by all of this physical contact. I
was getting an erection and I squirmed trying to adjust the
growing appendage in my cut offs with out touching it.  My
breathing was getting rapid and I was terrified that Tom
would notice my plight.  I began to move down his back. When
I got to the small of his back, the elastic waist band of
his sweatpants was in the way.

"Can you pull my pants down a little ways?" he asked.

I thought I was going to pass out right then and there. Tom
raised his butt off the bed and I pulled down on his pants
they were very loose and they came down easily exposing his
ass which was lightly covered in black hair.

I began to massage just above the crack of his ass. In my
embarrassing condition, I couldn't help but notice how firm
and round his cheeks were.

That's it." He moaned. "You can't imagine how good that
feels. "

 I continued for about five more minutes. I thought my steel
dick was going to explode. My mind was racing. Could Tom
feel my rigid dick?  Would he think that I was some kind of
queer? Why was I so turned on? My thoughts continued to
race. As I stared at that magnificent ass, I began to wonder
what it would be like to shove my dick into it... Began to
imagine shooting my load into that orifice that was inches
away from my rock hard rod.

That's good. "Tom said softly." You can stop now. I'm
starting to get one of my migraine headaches."

"Just in the nick of time!" I thought. "This could have been
very embarrassing"

"Can you massage my temples?" Tom pleaded.

"Sure." I said. Happy to get out of the position I was in.
I say on the edge of the bed and began to massage his left
temple area.

"Stop!" Tom shrieked. "It hurts. My head is bouncing on the
mattress.  Can I put my head in your lap? That would help
steady it."

I don't think. I can do that." I stammered.

"Please?" He begged. "It hurts so much!"

Against my better judgment, I acquiesced. Tom laid his head
in my lap. His face was buried against my abdomen. I could
feel his red hot breath against my stomach and the heat from
the side of his face set my crotch on fire. I began to
massage his temple. He moved his head back a little. Now his
mouth was against my protruding bulge. The moist warmth from
his breath was too much. I exploded in a series of orgasms
that were incomprehensible. I moaned and shuddered
uncontrollably. I felt my cut offs getting wet and knew that
Tom could fell the wetness through my pants.

He sat up in bed and looked at me with a smile. Our eyes
locked and he bent slightly forward. As if it were pre
ordained, our mouths met. Our tongues became one. We
remained with our mouths locked for what seemed like several
minutes. I felt Tom's hand against my crotch. He slowly
pulled my zipper down and rammed his hand inside to grab my
cum soaked member. It sprang to attention immediately. I ran
my hand inside the elastic of his sweat pants. I wrapped my
hand around what seemed like a beer can. Long and fat.. Very
fat.  Tom moaned through our kiss.

"Fuck me.... Fuck me now!" He begged.

"What about your back?" I managed to gasp.

Tom broke our kiss long enough to look at
me and grin. "I've never had a problem
with my back in my life." He smiled.

"You will when I get done with you." I
chuckled.

It was going to be a great summer.