"You always wondered why I didn't have a girlfriend in high school." Jack rubbed Clint's thigh and the man squirmed slightly, unsure of what do to. "I never had one because I was never really interested in them."
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Clint smiled and blinked his eyes. "I know what you mean man, the chicks we knew were total bitches."
"Exactly!" Jack laughed and slid his hand further down Clint's thigh, giving him a small squeeze.
Clint looked down at the hand snaking its way to his junk and he looked confused. Soren noticed and immediately got up and moved behind him.
"Clint, I'm a masseuse and I can tell when people look tense. How 'bout a back rub?"
Clint smiled and nodded. "Sure man, I was workin' all day. That'd be nice."
Soren wrapped his giant hands around Clint's neck, rubbing them strongly and firmly. Clint let out a sound like a cat being rubbed and he closed his eyes. Jack rubbed Clint's thigh up and down, massaging the muscle like Soren. Clint was butter in their hands. He had no idea what he was in for!
Jack moved a little closer to his high school friend and smelled him. He smelled like a jock — a little sweaty, a little salty, strong cologne and a hint of Old Spice deodorant. Jack inhaled deeply and could smell every aspect of his musk, with his new senses. It drove him wild.
He looked back at Soren, his tall, exotic giant. Brown skinned and long, black hair that fell down over his shoulders. He looked like he was carved from marble or solid rock, and Jack smiled at him. Soren smiled back, nodding. It was time.
Jack slowly moved his hand upwards and lifted up Clint's shirt. Clint's eyes opened and he looked at Jack with utter confusion. "Wha- what are you doing?"
"Shh, it's okay Clint. I like you. We like you. We're just going to have some fun, okay?"
Soren stroked his hands harder over Clint's shoulders and Jack's friend moaned deeply.
"But...but Jack, I'm not...I mean I'm-"
"Shhh." Jack said, putting a finger on Clint's mouth. "Just relax."