the attention I paid to his lower limbs. I must admit that I enjoyed powdering down and rubbing his chest too - and paying just a little innocent attention to his nipples, bringing then to attention with a few light swipes across the tips.

We would talk quietly while I attended to him, and one evening after supper, almost lights out, I had come in to offer a late rubdown (these usually happened during the late morning but I had been too busy that day). Everything was quiet in the hall so I pushed the door around and started in. His pajama top was modified anyway because of the cast, so I untied it and laid it back and started out with lotion on his upper chest, shoulders and arms. He seemed tense, so I worked the muscles a little and spent time on his arms as well. I worked my way down his free arm and started kneading his hand and working on each finger. As I worked with his palm and fingers I could feel them respond and lightly curl to stroke my hands in return.

I laid his arm down and started working up the arm to his shoulder, then across his sternum to the other shoulder and upper arm above the cast. As I leaned in, the fingers of the hand I had just been working on started a little exploration of their own. He cupped the hand so that his wrist and the back of his hand brushed against my groin, and started rubbing me back a little as I stroked his muscles. My fingers made patterns on his chest, circling his nipples and tracing the line of light hair that led down to and circled his navel.

My hands were playing his torso as if it were an instrument and we were making music together. My strokes became lighter as I tried new and different touches on this 'instrument'. Even in the dim light I could see his skin react to my touch... as my fingers moved across his body they left a trail of goose bumps or the small hairs of his chest and belly would stand upright as my fingers teased his skin, with as light a touch as possible. Quietly the intensity of our 'music' increased... I glanced from his belly up to his eyes and they were glued to mine, as if he were relishing my visual enjoyment of his body. I could hear his breathing now... and felt attuned to even the pulsing of his heartbeat.

The fingers of his hand reached tentatively out to the damp spot that was appearing on my pajamas and started to explore. I noticed that a similar damp spot and bulge was growing in his pajama bottoms as well. My fingers dropped down to make swipes against the string ties that made up the belt of his pajama bottoms, and I pulled the bowknot to release it. There was a visually teasing gap that opened in the fly beneath the string, and near the damp spot the glistening tip of his cock peeked out, almost like it was seeking permission to come out of hiding.

I ran my hands down his belly, playing with his navel and then down into the waiting bush of pubic hair. I pushed the 'jama bottoms open, revealing more of his erect shaft while his fingers explored my fly opening and invited my throbbing rod out into the open... as if introducing it to his own. My fingers ran down