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Slick Asami
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When Akihito first envisioned how he would prepare the scene for Asami's oil massage, the first thing that popped into his head was setting up the bedroom like a spa; with the room lit by candlelight and relaxing soft music playing in the background. For the massage itself, he planned use an exotic scented oil.
What he ended up with was an old blanket laid out on the floor of the living room, with all the lights turned on, and a large economy bottle of almond oil set off to the side.
While working out his plans, Akihito realized the oil could possibly ruin the sheets and the bed, which is why he had pulled out the old blanket.
Then he realized it would be awkward for him to climb around on the soft bed while trying to do the massage, which is why he moved the blanket to the floor.
After he laid the blanket out on the bedroom floor, he thought the area might be just a little too cramped for such an activity, so he moved the blanket out to the living room floor.
When he lit the candles, he discovered they provided very poor light in the larger room. Grumbling, he blew them out and left the room lit with its normal lighting.
As for the music, he went through his entire collection and found nothing that could even be remotely described as "relaxing", so he did away with the music idea.
When he went to purchase the massage oil, he was shocked at how much it cost for the tiny bottles of specialty oil. Reading the labels on the bottles, he saw the most common ingredient in all of them was almond oil, so he went to the grocery store and bought a bottle of sweet almond oil. The largest bottle turned out to be the best bargain so that was what he ended up buying.
When Asami arrived home, he told Akihito he wasn't interested in dinner. "Let's just move on to the main event," he said, giving Akihito a rather lecherous look.
"Fine. Go take a shower then!" Akihito replied somewhat irked, as he pushed Asami toward the bathroom. "I happen to be hungry, so I'm going to eat first!"
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Akihito was sitting next to the blanket when Asami finally emerged from the shower. He walked into the living room and slipped off his bathrobe. He had nothing on underneath it.
Akihito crossed his arms. "I'm not doing this with you totally naked. Go put something on."
"You want me to wear clothes... for an oil massage?'" Asami raised an eyebrow amusedly at Akihito.
"Well... at least go wrap a towel around yourself, or something," Akihito grumbled.
Asami headed back down the hallway. He returned a minute later.
Akihito stared at him. He had a white towel around his waist now, but it was the smallest towel he'd ever seen anyone try to use to cover themselves up.
"Is that a hand towel?!" he asked, still staring incredulously.
"You suggested a towel. You didn't specify what type. Here..." Asami tossed another towel at Akihito. "I brought you one too."
Akihito tossed the small towel aside. "I don't need this. I'm not the one getting a massage."
"If the oil gets on your clothes, it will ruin them."
Crap... I didn't think of that.
Akihito shook his head in resignation. "Lay down over here on your stomach."
Asami stretched out on the old blanket and closed his eyes.
Akihito sighed and stripped down to his underwear before straddling Asami's lower legs. He picked up the bottle of oil, popped open the pour spout and squirted a small amount of oil into his hand.
It's cold. I should've thought to warm it up first.
He rubbed his hands together to make them slippery and to warm up the cold oil, and then he began rubbing the oil on Asami's back.
He began at the middle of his back, then slowly moved up to the shoulders, marveling at the muscles in Asami's back.
I remember noticing this before when I gave him that damned Bloody Mary treatment... only then I was just finally getting to know him, so I was nervous and rushed through the massage.
This time Akihito took his time as he explored Asami's back. He moved up to the biceps, savoring the feel of his hands gliding over Asami's smooth skin.
This is almost as enjoyable to me as it is to-
Akihito stopped and looked at Asami's face which was turned to the side. His eyes were still shut, but he had a satisfied and VERY smug look on his face.
I'll be damned! He DID manage to turn this to his advantage! He's got me playing his servant again!
Akihito picked up the bottle to squirt more oil into his hand, but in his irritated mood he squeezed the bottle a little too hard and a large amount of the cold oil pooled into his hand.
Oops... too much.
After letting the oil warm in his hand for a bit, he carefully wiped his hand across Asami's back noticing the thick oil slick he'd left behind. Akihito grinned wickedly as an idea came to him. He picked up the bottle and twisted the cap until it was very loose, and then tipped the bottle over Asami's back. The cap fell onto his back along with a good quantity of oil. Akihito watched the smug smile disappear, although Asami still kept his eyes closed.
"Ah! Sorry about that. The cap came off..."
The oil was beginning to drip down Asami's sides, so Akihito scooped up what he could and slathered it all over Asami's back. By the time he was done, Asami's back was drenched with the oil.
Pouring out another handful, Akihito literally painted one of Asami's arms with it in an attempt to provoke Asami into reacting to his misbehavior. He still didn't move or show any kind of reaction, so Akihito poured out more oil and drizzled it on his other arm.
Akihito grinned. Well, if you're okay with THAT...
Akihito hopped off of Asami and generously poured oil over both of his legs, chuckling as he did this. He put the bottle back down and slathered the oil all over. As his massaging movements moved closer towards the curve of Asami's back end, Asami's smile slowly returned. Akihito reached under the towel to apply the oil to his ass cheeks and he felt Asami flex those very well shaped and toned muscles. Now the smirk was fully back on his face.
Akihito scowled. Oh no you don't! I'm not going to let you win this one!
Akihito reached up and pulled the towel down a bit so that the top of Asami's ass was exposed. He tipped the bottle over it and snickered as the oil ran down into the crevice. He glanced at Asami's face again. His eyes were now wide open, and the smirk was completely gone.
Asami suddenly flipped over onto his back.
"Hey! I didn't say you could turn over!" Akihito protested.
"You've been working on my back for a while. Shouldn't you take care of the front now? Or are you just that terrible of a masseuse?"
Akihito shrugged. "If you insist..." he replied as he went to straddle Asami's lower legs again. Upon doing this, he realized that some of the oil had somehow made it around to the front of Asami's thighs, so Takaba found himself sliding off his slick legs. He readjusted the way he was sitting so he was no longer slipping. He tipped the bottle over Asami's stomach and watched those muscles tense as the cold oil hit his skin. Half the oil in the large bottle was now gone.
Asami glared at him. "Having fun...?"
"Oh, yes..." Akihito grinned back. He spread out the puddle of oil all over Asami's chest and arms. Sitting back to admire his handiwork, he saw he had applied so much oil that Asami looked shiny in the bright light. He snickered again which caused him to slide off Asami's legs once more.
He poured more oil into his hand and applied it to Asami's thighs, this time squeezing them hard. Again he looked at Asami's face for a reaction, but the look in his eyes this time was one of contentment.
He's enjoying this way too much.
Akihito rubbed the oil right up to the bottom of the short towel. He noticed there seemed to be a bulge under the towel.
Oh... is he getting hard?
Akihito wanted to see if his suspicions were correct, so he gingerly opened the towel, exposing Asami completely. He was fully erect. Asami closed his eyes again.
I'm like a puppet in your hands, aren't I? You're orchestrating my every move. Akihito picked up the bottle and squeezed it hard, squirting Asami's crotch with it.
"Oops, too much again..." he smirked. He tried to wipe some of the excess oil off but as he did this, his hand brushed across Asami's erection and he saw it twitch ever so slightly.
Akihito sucked his breath in sharply. He couldn't resist. He grasped it with his hand and began stroking the slick organ.
So sexy...
He could feel he was becoming hard too. He looked down and he could see the tip of his own erection peeking out from the top of his underwear. He reached down with one of his hands to tuck it back in, which caused him to slip off the side of Asami's legs again. I got oil on myself... it's getting everywhere.
He adjusted his position so that he was up on his knees. He placed his other hand on the base of Asami's erection and continued stroking him. He smiled as he heard the wet and soft crackling sounds the oil was making. That sounds so obscene...
The more aroused Akihito became, the more vigorously he massaged the organ. Now he was using both his hands to stroke Asami's erection rapidly.
Suddenly two oily hands grabbed onto his wrists and pulled them away. He looked at Asami who had a deeply intense look in his eyes.
"Let me give you a massage now. That was the point of my idea."
Akihito tried to wrench his hands away. "But I'm the one who picked it out, so I get to do this MY way!" He smirked at Asami. You were close to coming, weren't you?
Asami's hands slowly moved down to Akihito's hips. "Seems like a waste of your pick..." He pulled Akihito back down onto his legs.
"No touching!" he said as he pushed Asami's hands away. Akihito promptly slid off to the side again, which gave him another devious idea.
"I'll tell you what... I'll let you have your way with me IF..." Akihito paused for dramatic effect, "...if you can pin me down on the blanket for five seconds... AAAAGH!"
Akihito couldn't believe how fast Asami moved. Akihito found himself pinned down with Asami on top of him in less than a second. He quickly squirmed to the left and slid out from underneath Asami.
HA! It worked!
Again Asami grabbed hold of him and tried to push him down, and again Akihito slipped out of his grip.
No matter what kind of hold Asami tried to get him in, Akihito easily slipped out of it. Akihito was giggling like mad. The next time Asami tried to pin him down, Akihito heard an unusual sound coming from him.
Is that... Asami laughing?! He finally was able to get a good look at Asami and saw he had a big grin on his face along with a glint of mischievous determination in his eyes.
Asami grabbed onto Akihito's underwear since that was the only thing he could maintain a grip on. Akihito wiggled out of them, leaving Asami with nothing but an oil-soaked and empty pair of briefs in his hand. He flung them aside and tried to wrestle Akihito down again. He was now breathing hard from the effort.
Akihito was breathing hard too. As they slipped around on the blanket Akihito became keenly aware of the feeling of his skin sliding against Asami's.
Ohh... this feels really good...
Akihito began turning his body so that it was making full contact with Asami's.
This feels good all over...
Akihito was now panting, but it wasn't all due to the physical demands of their impromptu wrestling match. He was losing the will to fight back earnestly. Asami quickly took advantage and grabbed him in a tight hold. Asami was now sitting upright and had Akihito on his lap with his arms tightly around him, so that Akihito was pressed up against his chest.
I'll push upward and then when he tries to block me from slipping out, I'll duck under and escape that way.
Akihito made the first of his escape moves, feeling the whole front of his body slide against Asami's chest. Asami moved his arms up to block him from slipping out and then Akihito quickly ducked back down.
But instead of slipping out that way, he kept moving up and down; grinding his slippery body against Asami's. The feeling of his chest rubbing against Asami's and the friction of his erection grazing against Asami's oiled stomach was excruciatingly intense. The hunger of desire overtook him and Asami loosened his grip to make it easier for Akihito to move against his body.
Akihito began moaning from the intense stimulation he was experiencing. He could feel Asami's hands caress his back before sliding down to cup his ass. He felt Asami's hardness poking against him and then Asami's hands parted his cheeks. Akihito lowered himself down and Asami's well-oiled erection slid right into him. Akihito tried moving up and down but his legs were now fatigued and shaky. Sensing this, Asami took over and began thrusting into him from below.
He finally heard Asami's voice join his own, and with that Akihito gave in to the incredible physical sensations and was sent over the edge.
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Afterwards, Akihito was in the kitchen making both of them coffee while Asami was out on the terrace, smoking a cigarette. The slip of paper that had the words "Oil massage" was on the counter next to him. Every once in a while, Akihito glanced over at it and grinned.
The experience turned out to be so much more than Akihito had imagined. He still had been so fired up that they both ended up having yet another session in the shower.
Slippery soap is fun too, he smiled.
That reminds me... all that oil we washed off ourselves. I'll need to pick up something to treat the drain so it doesn't get clogged up. And the blanket is beyond ruined. That was a lot of fun, but it was really messy...
Asami entered the kitchen and walked over to Akihito. He reached up and taped a piece of paper to one of the cabinets.
"What's that?" Akihito asked as he poured the coffee into two cups. He looked up and read the paper. Asami had written, Things that Akihito would like to try again.
Asami picked up the slip of paper that was on the counter and handed it to Akihito. "The general idea is to allow you to explore your desires. If you find something particularly appealing, tape it to this list." On the tip of one of Asami's fingers was a piece of tape.
Akihito stared at it. "You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?"
Asami stood there with a smirk on his face. Akihito quickly snatched the tape from Asami's finger and used it to tape the slip of paper onto the new list. Then he turned around and grabbed a pen that was next to his grocery list and used it to scratch out the word "massage". Grinning, he wrote the word "wrestling" in its place.
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Akihito didn't want to admit it, would REFUSE to admit it if Asami had asked him, but he was really looking forward to the next time they would draw out of the silver bucket. The first session had been unbelievably fun, which was something Aki hadn't expected. He didn't realize that Asami had such a playful side to him and it was something he very much wanted to see again. This time it would be Asami pulling from the bucket.
Akihito kept glancing at the silver bucket on the shelf as he made breakfast, wondering how he could hint without being obvious to Asami that today was the day. It turned out he didn't need to concern himself. Asami came out freshly showered, hair gelled, and looking as impeccable as ever in his business suit. He went over to the shelf and pull down the bucket and placed it on the table. Akihito brought over a pot of tea and poured it into the cups already placed on the table.
Asami plucked out a slip of paper and put it down in front of him without unfolding it, and then picked up his teacup and sipped it. "This is pleasant. What kind of tea is this?" he asked casually, as if it could be any morning.
Read the damn paper already!
"Oh, this?" Akihito replied, trying to sound just as casual. "This is... umm..." Akihito's mind suddenly went blank.
Asami looked up at him with those penetrating eyes. "Are you that anxious for me to read out your next fantasy fulfillment?"
CRAP! He knows!
Still, Akihito maintained a cool composure. "'Fantasy fulfillment'... what an odd way to put it." He sipped on his tea.
"What do you call it then?" Asami asked.
"'Stuff to try'."
"Well, shall we see what kind of new 'stuff' we will be trying next?" Asami unfolded the paper and he smiled slowly as he read it. "It's another one of mine." With an evil glint in his eyes, he handed the paper to Akihito.
Akihito read the words and felt a cold chill go through his body.
NO!
He wouldn't...!
He couldn't stop staring at the words... "Allow a pervert to molest you at the park".
What the hell did I get myself into?!
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Next... "The Pervert at the Park"
It's possible that Akihito and Asami may revisit some of the fantasies they've drawn from the bucket in the future, but with a decidedly different twist. Thank you for the encouraging comments! I will keep this going for as long as there as there is interest. ~J