Healing Hands | Body Exploration 2 (Patreon)

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“Can I add another finger? That might help” 

Here I was, my index finger deep inside my friend. I saw every little move I made reflect on the twitches on his face. 

“I don't know if this is working. I'm not hard at all.” I make Steven bite his bottom lip as I try a more aggressive scratching motion with my fingertip. “Are you sure you found it?”

“I'm sure,” I say as I rub the little round mass inside him. I know that I'm supposed to be the health professional helping him figure out his body, but Jesus this is hot. I can feel him clenching and relaxing around my knuckle. “You might just need more,uh, stimulation.” 

“Alright, go for it then,” Steven says.

I can’t see much of what's happening, because Steven has a towel covering the front of him. All I can tell is that his right hand is playing with himself from the way his shoulder is moving. 

“Ah…” he whispers as I pull my finger out of him. Lubing up my glove more, I put my index and middle finger back at his soft ring. Already warmed up a bit, both fingers glide in. “Holy shit!”

“Are you okay?” His muscles contract tightly around me and I stop moving. 

“You got your whole fist in me, bro.” he says with clenched teeth. 

“I really don't.” I chuckle. “Take deep breaths. You’re clamping down on me.” 

“This isn't working,” Steven mutters and pulls his hand from under his towel. “Forget it.” He places both hands behind his head and takes a deep dejected sigh. 

As soon as he breathes out, his ring relaxes. My fingers naturally slide in deeper. 

“OhH…” His moan sounds instinctive. 

“Okay, I'm going to take them out,” I say as I start to slide my slippery fingers out, dragging my fingertips along his inner wall. 

“Wait.” His eyes are shut tight, and his mouth is open. “Do that again.”

I steady my own breath, my boner straining in my pants. I straighten my fingers and push back in until it goes no further, and Steven’s face scrunches up. 

“Okay…”

I massage his prostate as I pull back and his mouth opens wider.

He’s feeling it now. His hole relaxes further and I'm able to finger fuck him gently, twisting my fingers around to find what works best for him. 

“Fuck.” Steven opens his eyes suddenly and lifts his head. “We've got lift off.” He smiles big for a second before his head hits the pillows again. 

“There you go.” I get ready to pull out completely now that my job is done. “That's your prostate for you. Feels healthy, by the way. It's not swollen or anything. Not that I'd expect otherwise from a 20 something guy.” 

His chuckling vibrates around my knuckles. “Well, that's one less thing wrong in my life. Ah!” His voice rises in pitch as my fingers pop out.

I take off my glove and dispose of it in the garbage can outside my room, taking the chance to readjust my boner. It's weird, because I've never thought of Steven like that. We used to talk about sex sometimes, but I didn't think I would ever end up two fingers deep in his ass. 

I bounced on my heels outside my room, trying to get my erection to die down before I went back in. I figured that’ll give him some time to wipe up and put his pants back on. 

After a minute, I realized it was to no avail. My brain is still processing the man who lost his “prostate virginity” in my bed, and my dick is loving all the fantasies I've had at work. You wouldn't believe the quality of men that end up under my care sometimes. The things I would do to them if I could would have me fired in a second. 

Making sure that I'm not tenting too much, I go back into the room. 

“Oh.” I almost feel like I’m walking into something private. Steven is still laying in the same spot, and now his hand under the towel is making ripples on the fabric. 

The only thing is that… well, that's my bed. 

“Sorry. I haven't gotten off in a long time,” Steven says, almost panting. “Can you just give me a couple minutes? I'm almost done.”

I wonder how long it's really been. He says he doesn't get laid by his wife, and that he doesn't even have the space to jerk off. The poor guy must have at least a week or so stored inside him. 

“Yeah. Uh…” I step awkwardly to my nightstand and put the box of tissues next to him. “And…” I put the bottle of lube beside him as well. 

Steven didn’t seem to care about me as his motions sped up. The towel on top of his hand looks like a volcano about to erupt, and his jaw is clenched hard enough that you'd think he's lifting weights.

A man, at the cusp of ejaculating, is incredibly enticing.

Swallow him. 

Take the towel off and put it in your mouth.

Finish him and let him know what a man deserves. 

“Fuck!” Steven shouts suddenly and all movement stops. It wasn't a happy shout though. He puffs his cheeks out and then shakes his head slightly. “Lost it.”

“Sorry.” I feel guilty for interrupting him. 

“No, it's not you. Got that bitch in my head again.” He sighs loudly. “It ain't good when your wife kills your boner, is it?” 

Well, no. But I didn't dare say anything. 

“I was so close.” 

“I could give you some space. You could try the prostate yourself. I've got some gloves here.” I point to the box of blue gloves on the other side of him. Steven glances at it with some interest. 

“Hey Toby… can you…?”

I know what he's about to ask me, but I let him finish just to be sure. 

“Can you do that thing again?” 

“Uh…”

“I really need to finish. I'm going crazy.” He looks at me with serious intent. “Please.” 

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Do it, dude,” Steven says.

With my boner leaking into my underwear, I reach over him and put on a fresh glove. Taking the lube with shaky hands, I dispense some on to my fingers. Steven lifts his legs before I even ask for him to and I touch his ring within seconds. 

“Ooh…” He shivers at the cold lube. 

“One finger or two?” 

“Two,” Steven replies without hesitation. “Oh shit…” He sticks his tongue as I penetrate his hole, this time with much less resistance. 

He could probably handle 3 now. I sink into his warm orifice, feeling again for the spot. 

“There!” Steven shuts his eyes and his face tightens. The towel starts moving again as he begins stroking. “No, not like that.” He interrupts me prodding his g-spot and I switch to finger-fucking him, ending each movement into the prostate. “Yeah..yeah yeah yeah.” 

A wave of heat washes over me, and my heart pounds as I keep my movement steady, giving him what he wants. My friend’s body trembles like a leaf in front of me. It's like watching someone run a marathon. I'm rooting for him, but I keep my mouth shut so I don't distract him. 

I just put my fingers

In

And 

Out

And

In

And

Out

“Fuccccck….” His mouth opens wide, and I realize I never noticed how sharp his incisors are. “Don't stop doing that.” He grits his teeth as he strokes himself in a frenzy. 

In

And

Out

And

In

And 

Out

“Almost there….”