Phan stories

Massage

After a long month of exams and stress Dan's parents had booked him in for a calming massage as a well-done for all his hard work. What Dan didn't realise was that when he got there and greeted the unusually attractive male receptionist that he would spend more time with this boy as he would be massaging him. Dan wouldn't have said to anyone, if asked, that he had a particular love for boys. In fact until this day he had thought he was as straight as he could be, apparently not. As he spoke to the receptionist, Phil, he found himself not listening to the words being spoken, his eyes transfixed on his moving lips.

As Dan lay face down in his boxers waiting for whoever else worked here to actually start the massage.

"Hi, sorry for the wait"

The strangely recognisable voice said cheerfully.

"It's fine don't worry"

Dan said not bothering to look up, he must've looked like the moody teenager he was.

"So Dan isn't it? I'm Phil"

Phil. Dan almost choked, he had read the name tag and suddenly became tense at the thought of his hands on his skin.

"Y...Yes"

Dan stuttered.

"Don't sound so scared mate, it's only a massage I'm not going to hurt you"

Phil said with a small laugh, his words of reassurance did little for Dan as he wasn't scared of him hurting him he wouldn't even mind if he did.

Phil started with his shoulders massaging slowly and Dan was quite enjoying it but of course his parents had booked a male assuming Dan was straight. So why when Phil got to his legs did Dan start feeling aroused, no matter how much he tried to fight it. Surely Phil had noticed as he had started teasing him by tracing his fingers lightly on the sensitive skin and listening to his breath hitch at the light touch.

But it's when he got to his neck that Dan couldn't hold back anymore. As his fingers lightly traced the skin on his neck creating goosebumps Dan let out a quiet moan which appeared to shock Phil.

"Sensitive neck?"

Phil said with a laugh and Dan presumed a smile too. And then he moved his hands away as he thought he was helping Dan, but really he was making him more agitated. Dan gave a whine of disapproval he hated but loved the feeling it gave him.

"P...Phil please"

He said quietly, almost embarrassed.

"What a needy boy"

Phil snorted before lightly touching Dan's neck again starting to enjoy it himself.  Dan let out another quiet moan and leant into the touch slightly. Phil looked around himself as though he was checking for anyone who may be watching before he stopped and moved his hands completely away from the boy.

"Turn around and lie facing me"

Phil said hurriedly, almost panicked, he knew he shouldn't be doing this. Dan done as told, turning himself around to lie on his back facing Phil. He was struck by his beauty again, the blue eyes that searched every part of his own, the black hair that went perfectly with his pale skin, everything about him was beautiful.

Phil then climbed on top of Dan awkwardly as he tried not to fall off the small massage bed they were on. Dan made a grunt like sound as the fabric Phil was wearing collided with the sensitive parts of his body.

"You better hope I don't loose my job for this you needy little shit"

Phil said quietly before pressing his lips to Dan's harshly before he had anytime to reply. With their lips and hips moving in sync it was easy for them to forget about where they were and what time was. Dan was the most vocal person Phil had ever heard and he was scared to move away from his lips as they were all that was muffling the moans.

"Ph.."

Dan said into the kiss but it was of course muffled or Phil simply ignored him. He began rocking his hips faster as though he was trying to teach Dan a lesson about being so straight forward and beautiful.

Phil then eventually pulled back to take a breath, he looked into Dan's big brown eyes that were filled with lust and tried to refrain himself from going straight back at him.

"You're hot"

Dan said with a smile as Phil practically sat on his hips while breathing heavily.

Phil smiled and shook his head, letting out a small laugh before focusing his attention on Dan's neck. He grazed his lips lights along the skin which made Dan's breath hitch and his eyes shut tightly. Phil then began to kiss different parts of his neck gently, searching for the sensitive spot he so desperately wanted to give him pleasure from. He then began to suck on a part in which made Dan moan loudly, his back arching, he didn't know why but he loved it. Phil's hips continued to move into Dan's roughly as the boy crumbled beneath him. Dan ran a hand through Phil's black hair messing up the quiff that was already going in all directions because on his sweat. But Dan's hair had gone extremely curly from his own sweat, the different shades of brown creating wave like curls.

And then there was a knock on the door.

Phil practically turned to stone he was so scared and didn't even move for a few seconds before he rolled off of the bed landing in a heap on the floor, swearing loudly when he hit his shoulder on the hard surface. Dan quickly rolled over onto his front again, trying his best to hide the red marks on his neck.

Phil tried desperately to fix his hair and make himself appear normal and less flustered as he opened the door.

"Hello?"

There was some quiet muttering that Dan couldn't hear but he managed to make out

"This client has stayed well over their time Lester I suggest you get him out before I take action"

And with that the unknown woman was gone leaving Phil staring at Dan with a mixture of emotion on his face. Dan took this as a sign it was time for him to leave so began getting changed again.

"Hey? I'll give you my number and you can come around to mine whenever you like"

Phil said as he noticed Dan's disappointed expression but his eyes lit up at his comment.

"I'll be coming for massages more often I think"

Dan said with a smirk

"I'll give you them from home my little angel"

Phil said with a wink before wrapping his arms around Dan tightly, although he didn't really know the boy he already loved him.

Dan avoided the questions of

'How was your massage'

From his parents because he knew he would go bright red and they'd get the wrong idea, or rather the right idea about what happened.

What even is this? A train wreck.