Rehab for butt-boy part 2

    The first time we messed around was after a days work washing cars at one of the ministries car washes. At around 6pm we would all pile into a van, the long kind you see carrying field-workers and go to the kitchen to eat. After that, we had 30mns to wash the dishes and sweep up. Next came Group. Group was led by the pastor himself and what started out as 12 step meeting, could end up as a write-up session with someone losing privileges or being busted down in rank over something that had been reported earlier in the day. It was after group, that we went home to an apartment complex that the city had donated to the program. Each room of each apartment had four beds apiece and some of the guys liked to drink coffee and cruise around to other apartments in the complex to gossip before lights out.
Greg and I were in our room taking off our shoe’s and waiting for a turn in the apartment’s shower. It was here that I  learned why, more or less, Greg came to be in the program. Towards the end of the conversation I began to rub my neck and shoulder to relieve the days soreness. Greg pounced on the opportunity and told me that he gave great massages.
Now at 22, I wasn’t stupid. I knew from Greg’s mannerisms and the lilt of his voice that he was gay. Not to mention the story he had just told me about the 17 year old boy. Truth is, I was kind of horny and wanted to see where this was going so I led him on. “I usually have a masseuse table, oils and incense to work with, but I think I can manage” he said. I gave him a sheepish smile and by way of permission, turned slightly on the bed, sitting at an angle with my back to him as I looked over my shoulder.
Greg didn’t waste any time as I felt his strong hands kneading my shoulders and his hot breath on my neck.