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Merton moaned in pleasure, his pale hands twisting the black sheets beneath him as he arched his back slightly - silently asking Tommy to press deeper. The goth shifted his hips trying to follow the jock's rhythm only to hiss in pain when his friend's thumbs dug a little to hard into tender flesh of his waist.
"Did I hurt you?" Tommy said worriedly, stopping his movements.
Merton shook his head no, "don't stop..." the pale youth's words trailed as a blush bloomed across his cheeks. Burying his face in his arms in embarrassment.
The goth jerked in surprise - warm broad hands smoothed up his back, Tommy chuckled in amusement the bronze male's palms were like branding irons on Merton's shoulders blades as he rubbed his buddy's neck with the pads of his thumbs gently.
"No bigs Mert, no one can't resist the Tommy Dawkins world famous massage."
The end