“No, that doesn’t… ah!! No, that tickles!” Dennis was saying, as Robby ran one finger up his inner thigh.
“Ah, so not like your calves at all?” Robby inquired, repeated the stroke with two fingers.
“Still tickles!” Dennis giggled, pushing Robby’s hand away from between his legs. Then he changed his mind, and moved it back.
“But I already know you enjoy that,” He obeyed, at first, stroking Dennis from the inside of his knee up his inner thigh with one open hand, stopping before it actually came into contact with Dennis’s resting cock. The lovemaking had been loud and vigorous that night, and Dennis lay, spent, on Robby’s wonderful bed. He certainly expected to be sleeping by now, but Robby was wide awake. Still touching. And still asking questions.
“So, how about this?” He asked, repeating the touch with three fingers instead of two.
“It feels good,” Dennis said softly. “I mean, it doesn’t tickle. But your whole hand just feels so much better…”
“What if I worked up to that? First three fingers, then four… not starting with two fingers, unless I want to start a ticklefight…”
“You’ll lose old man,” Dennis giggled again. Then took Robby’s hand, currently tracing his inner thigh with three fingers, and spread the hand out. Then placed the hand back onto his skin.
“You’re whole hand,” he said quietly. “Your palm, you… you have calluses there. And you don’t know how good they feel.”
“But the thing that feels best is this,” Dennis said shyly, taking Robby’s hand and moving up to his chest. “When you touch me here…” He demonstrated, moving the back of Robby’s hand to brush against his nipple. “When you do it with the backs of your knuckles…” He shivered, his eyes closing slightly.
Robby nodded. “Noted,” he said quietly, even as he leaned over to kiss the place where his hand had been touching. A very light kiss.
“Trade places,” Robby said to Jack and Jack, although looking a little put out, complied.
Jack always took Dennis’s right side, that was his side. Laying on Dennis’s right side meant he could would tuck that arm under his head, then touch Dennis with his left hand. Robby usually lay on Dennis’s left side with his left arm around Dennis, using his right hand for touching.
(When they were laying down. When they were standing up Dennis would be in the middle and, well, Dennis would be doing other things.)
But now Robby was on the other side of Dennis’s body, running his hands over Dennis’s left calf and thigh, gaging the reactions. First stroking with one finger, then with two. Watching Dennis’s face carefully, just as he did before.
Before, Jack had been keeping his hand in the center of Dennis’s chest, not doing anything to distract the kid from whatever it was Robby was doing. While Robby touched, Dennis had been playing with Jack’s fingers, although he never removed the heavy hand from his chest. He liked feeling Jack’s hand there, he had said so. It turned him on. It reminded him of the times Jack would hold him down, restraining him while Robby forcibly went down on Dennis’s cock, demanding the boy come over and over again. Even though they weren’t playing that game now, Dennis liked feeling Jack’s strong hand there.
Now, with one arm around Dennis, all Jack could really do was watch Robby too. Though occasionally he moved Dennis’s head for a deep kiss.
Dennis was laughing sleepily against Jack’s mouth. “What are you doing?” he asked Robby, moving his head a little to look down at the man.
“Asking you questions. How does this feel?”
“Both calves are the same. It feels okay when you touch me there, but what I really want you to do is touch me here,” Dennis instructed, pulling Robby’s hand higher.
“So, two fingers is too light,” Robby observed, starting to stroke Dennis’s left thigh from the crook of his knee, running three fingers upward, only to stop when Dennis shivered violently.
“Oh-ho,” Jack said, grinning widely, grinning at Dennis, then at Robby. “Much more sensitive on the left side, that’s interesting…”
“And three is the magic number,” Robby said, grinning too.
“Fingers feel good, how do mouths feel?” Jack said, pulling his arm free of Dennis’s head and leaning down. Both men opened Dennis’s legs wide enough for Jack to get his mouth into position, licking and nuzzling the exact spot Robby had found. Dennis moaned and squirmed, his eyes fluttering closed. Robby went back to caressing Dennis’s calf, watching Jack’s face meditatively. Sometimes leaning down to kiss the top of the head that was making Dennis whimper and moan so helplessly.
Finally Jack took pity on him and stopped, returning right back to his position with his arm around Dennis’s head. Groaning Dennis pulled his head closer and kissed the man passionately.
He started, a little, when Robby sat up and repositioned himself on the bed. Now he was kneeling at Dennis’s feet. He picked up Dennis’s right foot with both hands.
“What are you doing?” Dennis asked, giggling breathlessly. Amazed. “Are you going to catalog every inch of my body?”
“I’m obsessed,” Robby said factually. “And now that’s exactly what I planned to do.”