Only Temporary Ch. 07

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 7: Back Brace

Even though there was absolutely nothing to do with that information, I was buzzing ever since I had discovered the butt plug in Joshua's home office.

My mind was filled with brand-new enticing images and fantasies.

Joshua was shoving the butt plug in his hairy ass... He was pushing it deep... Maybe he liked some fingers up in there as well... Did he hide larger dildos in his bedroom?

I had a solid brick in my pants at the thought.

What difference did it make though?

Okay, a lot of straight men liked a little anal stimulation from time to time, and so what?

Joshua still wore a wedding ring on his finger and Jennifer's presence was still felt in every single room.

Having the house to myself, I spent the evening watching a true crime series on the couch while mindlessly scrolling through GrindR on my phone.

I had not logged in on the app since arriving in Denver, and since I had no plans for the weekend, it was worth a try.

Honestly, it was also a great way to stop obsessing over Joshua.

I quickly stumbled upon a familiar face.

"Dick-Licious", the aspiring rapper who was supposed to be spending the weekend in the country with Rafael and his sugar daddy, was quite popular on the dating app.

I had seen his muscular chest and pretty face on Rafael's phone, but now, free for all to see, I could check out his big, cut cock and his smooth asshole on his profile.

He was not really the type to hold back on sharing nudes online.

In fact, Dick-Licious' social media was full of X-rated content available for free... between posts of his ridiculously provocative raps.

I wondered if I would see Rafael in one of the raunchy clips in the next few days.

My co-worker seemed capable of doing that.

Millennials are definitely not cut from the same cloth as us old folks born in the early 90s.

Anyway, I started chatting with a cute guy who lived on the south side of town. He was a British SFX designer named Duncan.

He was not much to look at, but his smile was enough to keep me interested.

I thought that we hit it off well, but after about thirty minutes of flirting back and forth, he ghosted me.

He had probably found someone better in the meantime...

Sometimes, I hated GrindR.

Correction, most of the time, I hated GrindR.

I went to bed at nearly midnight and Joshua had still not come home.

For a minute, I wondered if he was really working, or if he had gone to a late night with some colleagues, or even, if he had found a cute girl to fuck... and have her rim his demanding hole.

Since my housemate spent most of the following weekend locked in his office, stressed by the case he had to deal with, I guessed that he really had been working that much.

Poor guy...

That being said, he could also have been doing something else in his office.

I knew what he was hiding there.

The cheeky bastard!

To help him out, I did the laundry and mowed the front lawn on Sunday afternoon.

I also offered my help if he needed someone to summarize some documents or find an archive, or really, whatever, but he told me that he was more efficient working on his own under such circumstances.

In all fairness, my legal knowledge was close to zero.

I felt sorry for him, but Josh assured me that it was a rare occurrence.

"I work long days, but I usually never open my laptop over the weekend. If she caught me like this, Jennifer would kill me."

"Don't worry, I won't tell her that you've been working all weekend."

"Thanks, man."

He was serious.

See what a decent guy he was.

Joshua was not lying to his wife about cheating on her, he was lying about working too hard for the YVBM company.

All in all, I had a disappointing weekend myself with no hookup and Josh could barely get his nose out of his notes.

The good news was that the matter was urgent and it had to be settled by Monday afternoon, which meant that Joshua would finally be able to breathe again.

I felt even more guilty than usual when I went back to the office to fill out the same bullet points.

I had managed to find some YVBM's pro-environment ways to incorporate in the list requested by Sabrina, but this was a total joke.

For instance, I wrote that "YVBM encourages and supports local projects to avoid unnecessary travels" stretching on the fact their clients were mainly in Colorado.

Ridiculous.

Once again, it was Rafael who made the day better.

After a week of listening to him talk about his adventures and seeing Dick-Licious' spicy content, I was eager to know more about his spicy week-end.

It was like a TV series I was following.

"How do you think it went, Justin? We fucked all weekend! What else were we supposed to do? Three gay men sharing the same room!"

Of course, how stupid of me!

Rafael was deep (no pun intended) in the description of the luxurious hotel where they had been staying when the phone on my desk rang.

I looked at Rafael in confusion.

That thing had never rung once since I had started working there.

"It says LEG on the screen." I told him, perplexed.

He laughed.

"It's legal, idiot!"

"Oh."

I picked up the phone, and sure enough, it was Joshua at the end of the line.

"Man... I... I need you."

He did not sound like himself, and that worried me.

"Josh, is everything all-right?"

"Yeah... Well, no... Not really."

Goodness, it almost felt like he was refraining from crying.

That completely caught me off guards.

I reacted immediately.

"Say less, I'm coming up."

Joshua was visibly going through something so I made sure that he did not have to explain himself further on the call.

I hastily walked to the elevators to go to the last floor.

I was running crazy scenarios in my head.

Did something happen to him, to his wife?

Was it about the case? Was he in trouble at work?

It was very unlike Joshua to be that vulnerable, I was expecting the worst.

I knocked at the door of his office and he called me in.

From all the things I had imagined stumbling on, I could definitely not have pictured this.

Joshua was lying on the floor, his shirt semi-opened, half of his furry chest on display, with his hands weirdly stretched in his back.

"What the fuck, Josh?"

"Shut the door!"

I did as he said.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm okay?" He panted.

I really was a dumbass sometimes.

"Definitely not. Are you having a nervous breakdown? Are you hurt?"

"I have this... Aaargh... Huge meeting with Bramman... Fuck... And the others in forty minutes... And I... I just threw my back."

"Damn."

"It hurt like hell."

"I can tell! We need to call a doctor."

"No... I... I've been through this before. It can happen when I'm stressed or... Anyway, I know what to do... Arrrgh... What to do to help."

"Dude, you need a physiotherapist. ASAP."

"What I need is to be ready for a meeting in forty minutes."

"And I assume you'll be attending this meeting lying down on the floor?"

He tried to straighten up to show me that he could.

It was not very conclusive.

"Justin, please, just help me."

"But how?!"

"You need to go to a pharmacy, there's one across the street from the office, and take a back brace, specific for the lumbar - lower back region. I also wrote on a piece of paper the painkiller and creams that work on me."

"Okay but you're sure you don't need help from a professional?"

"Trust me, I've had a few of those in the past few years. For a day... Ah... I can't move my back and then I feel much better. It's like a cramp."

"Well, that looks like a pretty bad one."

"Yes, because it happened only ten minutes ago. It's always the worst when it starts."

"Josh, that's a bit scary, you should definitely get this checked."

"Trust me... I... I wouldn't play with my health... Can you just render me this favor?"

"Of course... I mean, it's your call."

"Thank you."

"I'll just go then."

"I'm not holding you off from work?"

I laughed.

I had to.

"You think I have anything better to do? I've been working on the same five bullet points for a week!"

He smirked.

"Don't make me laugh, it'd hurt too much."

I took his notes and I did a quick back-and-forth to the pharmacy.

His pain seemed quite serious and I was still considering the idea of bringing Joshua to a hospital, whether he liked it or not.

I even asked the pharmacist about a contact in Denver I could call for such an emergency.

The woman was gracious and gave me a phone number.

I was slightly reassured when I returned to Joshua's office since he was sitting behind his desk.

That was an improvement from agonizing on the floor.

Still.

I was sure that he was only showing a brave face.

"Do you have everything?" He asked.

"Yes, I think that I do. You're sure you don't want me to call someone, I asked the lady at the pharmacy and..."

He sighed.

"Justin, I'm sure."

He was unequivocal.

"All right then."

He stood up with difficulty and checked my bag. He pulled the brace.

"Could you help me putting that thing on?"

"I... I guess."

"I just have troubles moving my arms too much."

"Do you want me to take off your shirt?"

He nodded yes.

In normal circumstances, it would have been odd to strip him off, but in the middle of his office, when anyone could have walked in, it was simply surreal.

Yet, it was a matter of real emergency here!

I had to sacrifice myself and get my hunky housemate semi-naked!

I tried to hide my nervousness (and my excitement) as I unbuttoned his shirt.

Joshua's body always seemed like it was radiating heat but it was even truer in that moment.

My fingers had to brush his fur as I went down.

"Thanks, Justin. I owe you one." He mumbled in his beard.

We were so close to each other.

"You owe me nothing. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes... I'll be fine."

His shirt was now wide opened.

His chest was marvelous up close and personal. I would never get tired of looking at it.

I dreamed of caressing his pecs or his abs more straight forwardly.

Maybe one day...

"Are you ready to take it off fully, to have your shirt go over your arms?"

"Yeah... Can you help me with that too?"

More intimate contacts.

"Of course, I can."

I pulled on the sleeves.

"Can you manage to peel it off?"

"Here you go, just try to move your arm slightly on the left... Yes... Just like that."

"Argh!"

"Fuck. You're good?"

"Yeah... Yeah... Let's just get this over with."

It was my turn to sigh.

What did straight men have to be so difficult when it came to show any kind of weakness?!

Finally, though, he was shirtless.

"Let me just figure this brace out."

"It's not rocket science; it's like a belt."

"Mind your tone, Mr. Dawson, I'm on your side here."

"Sorry, Justin."

I smiled.

"Just shut up and let me wrap this thing around your lower back... Here... Is this where it should go?"

Right on his abdomen... Nice.

"Yes, exactly. Thank you."

I knelt down in front of him to strap everything on the front.

I must admit, when I had been imagining myself on my knees for Joshua, it was in a different context entirely.

Still, the view of his bulge in this position was awaking some urges inside of me.

I may have stared for a little too long.

"Everything's okay down there?"

"Hum... Yes... The brace seems to fit your size."

"Yes, it's perfect."

"Does that really help?"

Joshua swallowed a pain killer.

"It does. I'm already feeling better."

"You're really gonna attend that meeting?"

"I will attend and I will get exactly what I need from these guys."

Dang.

Joshua was hot when he was so confident and bossy.

"If you need anything else, just tell me."

"Man, I really am grateful. You've saved me here. Once again."

"Just take care of yourself, Josh."

"I will."

I left his office and I did not have any news from him until way later in the afternoon.

Around 5 p. m., he walked by my office to thank me again. Rafael was not there.

I was impressed that Joshua seemed to be doing so much better.

I mean, he could walk! That was already a feat.

"You saw me at the worst of it, but just like I've told you, it's not that bad."

"How many pain killers have you taken?"

He chuckled.

"Just one."

"And you're healed, like a damn miracle?"

"It's still hurt like hell but the cramp is gone, I can power through it. I'll probably collapse at home."

"You really scared me there, you know."

"Don't worry, I'm stronger than a back pain."

"This could have been serious..."

"Come on, Justin, don't be so concerned. I'm fine."

"If you say so... You seem to be in much better mood anyway."

"Everybody signed the settlement agreement. Bramman is happy. The crisis has been adverted."

"Oh wow, congratulations!"

He played the humble card.

"It was honestly a team effort."

"You were the one working all week-end long though."

"Yeah... I might go home soon by the way. I need the rest now."

"Definitely."

"We leave together? In like twenty minutes?"

"Are you able to drive? I'm not sure it's really safe. We can carpool and you'll get your car back tomorrow?"

He thought about it.

"That's a good idea, actually. Let's do this."

"Good boy." I teased him.

"Let's meet in the lobby in twenty."

I was glad that Joshua was okay and frankly, I was happy to have been able to help him.

I had been feeling guilty for the rent-free luxurious stay in Denver and finally, I felt like I was repaying him somehow.

We left together and, in the car, I had the confirmation that Joshua was still very much suffering.

First of all, he struggled just getting inside the car, and then, he grunted at each bump on the road.

When we arrived home, I had to help him out of the passenger seat.

"Let's try this miracle cream, shall we?" He told me.

He attempted to be humorous but I could tell he was really going through it.

"First, let me help you out of these clothes." I said once we had walked in the house.

"Thanks..."

The daily after-work strip tease would occur, just like always, only this time around, I would be in charge of getting rid of the annoying clothes.

I knew that the pain was tough for Joshua, but it would be lying to say that I did not enjoy my new role.

I had already experienced peeling off the white shirt a few hours prior, but there, I did not intend to stop at the shirt.

Once Joshua was naked from the waist up, I moved my hands towards his belt.

He never wore more than his briefs around the house, right? What should that change?

"Should I?"

Joshua looked away.

I thought that I may have overstepped, but then, he whispered:

"Yes, please..."

I swallowed my saliva and I started unbuckling his belt.

My mind and heart were racing. My entire body was in high alert.

I was a bit shaky but I got the job done.

I removed the belt and I grabbed the waistband of his pants. It was the logical next step.

"I'll slide them down now." I warned him.

"All right."

I pulled on the pants and I knelt down at the same time. It was a slow reveal of his bulge, trapped in his tighty whities.

Fuck yeah, the tiny white briefs were back! Right at the perfect time.

I uncovered his groin, thighs, and the rest of his legs.

I was in awe... But something much more important was about to happen.

"You mentioned the... The cream? Like? You want me to help put some on your back?" I asked him.

Let's be real, despite my best efforts, my excitement was palpable.

I could not hide it.

"If you don't mind, Justin."

"Of course, not. You can... You can go lie down on the couch."

"Sounds like a plan."

Joshua bit his lip.

He was impossible to read.

Was he enjoying this somehow? Did he think it was awkward? Was he just suffering from his back and not even registering how horny I was?

He was not talking a lot.

The vibe was definitely different from usual and the pouch of his briefs did look quite full.

He did exactly what I had suggested though and Joshua went to lie down on his stomach on the couch.

"Which cream should I use?"

"Both. One is a pain killer and the other is... Well, it just feels nice on the skin."

"Okay."

I grabbed both bottles and I joined him.

I was not sure how to go about it. I decided to sit by the side of the couch, very close to his butt which was only covered by the thin white fabric.

"Wait, Justin."

Fuck. Was there something wrong?

"Yes?"

"You need to remove the brace first."

I felt silly.

"Of course. Can you arch a little bit so I can reach the front... Right... I've got it."

Joshua was wearing his tighty whities, his back brace and his gray socks. Otherwise, he was naked.

I got rid of the brace even though I would have preferred letting go of the briefs.

"Thank you again, man. Truly." He muffled; his head buried in the sofa.

"Are you ready now?"

"I am."

I squirted the medical cream on his lower back.

He reacted as it was cold but he did not say anything.

I rubbed my hands together before touching his body so they would be warmer.

The first contact was breath taking, at least for me.

I could hardly believe that I was really doing that: rubbing his firm skin, lingering my fingers against his spine, searching for the spot that was aching so much.

I was fully dedicated to my task.

I even thought that I could feel knots and tensions but maybe, I was just making stuff up.

In any case, I was careful and I made sure to cover the entire sensitive area.

I was not a professional masseur but it appeared that I was doing a good job as after a couple of minutes, Joshua started moaning softly.

I beamed with pride.

I put more cream on the now-slippery back and I went at it more frankly since it seemed to do some good.

"Aaaah..." He grunted.

"Josh?"

"Aaah... Yes..."

"Am I not hurting you?"

"Fuck no... You... You're doing great... I feel so much better now... Keep going."

I smiled to my ears and I got more confident.

I moved from my spot and I found a way to sit on his thighs.

It was much easier this way.

Incidentally, the hardening dick stuck in my pants, - come on, who is surprised that I was getting stiffed?! -, was practically touching his crack, but this was only a detail.

I was there only to help a friend in need.

I took more liberty with the massage, going from the bottom of his back to the top and reversely.

I could rub his broad shoulders, his sides and then back to his lower back.

I felt him up until I was no longer mindful of my hard-on sitting on his buttocks.

After a little while and many more muffled moans, I decided it was time to slide down the waistband of his briefs, just a little.

It was only practical; I wanted to avoid making a mess with all that cream tickling down on the underwear.

Besides, and more importantly, the lower I was going, the more intense Joshua's moans were getting.

The spot must have been right there... Closer to his ass than to his back.

I grabbed and pulled on the waistband.

"Justin..."

I froze.

Was I going too far?

"I feel tensions in this area."

I explained my patient, keeping my hands firmly at the very edge between his ass and his back.

I could not let it go.

"Yeah... For sure... That's the spot."

Phew. He liked it!

I realized that I was literally drooling because a droplet of saliva fell from my mouth to his trapezius.

Thank Goodness, he could not see me and did not register it happening.

"I should keep going then. Right there?"

As I spoke, I lowered his briefs even more.

The dark bushy hair was right there, running inside his crack, finally within reach.

I had uncovered so much of the split between his round ass cheeks now...

"Yeah, you should, but..."

I did not like this but.

However, I very much enjoyed the butt. (My apologies for the very mediocre pun, I could not resist.)

Joshua was talking very slowly, leaving such a suspense on what was about to happen next.

"Tell me, I want you to feel good, man."

"But I... I think the cream's been fully absorbed now."

Well, that was a disappointment.

This had to happen at one point. The massage could not last forever.

"You're probably right."

I moved my hands away but I kept on staring at the half-uncovered peachy bum.

That was a true (furry) work of art.

I was about to get away from him so he could straighten back up, but once again, Joshua surprised me.

"Don't you think we should move on to the next part?" He asked.

"The... The next part?"

"The regenerating oil... You remember, the one we can use after the cream?"

Of course, I remembered.

How could have I forgotten?!

The one he had described was there to quote-on-quote "feel nice on the skin".

"Sure. Let me grab it and... You don't mind if I slide your briefs a bit further down for this part?"

"No, I don't... Do what you have to do, man... Hmmm."

"Okay. I... I'll take care of it."