You arrived at the off campus house where Dean was home alone. You were on a call at the time and he followed behind you as you walked upstairs. He soon eased in behind you to press kisses to your neck and relieve some of the ache in his groin by pressing himself against your behind.

Speaking of behind, your lower back was aching like mad. After you hang up he asks what’s wrong, you tell him you don’t know but you did but that it’s killing you. And your conversation was about men liking their prostate massaged, which he definitely did not want to try.

“Want me to rub it for you?”

You say yes with a please and he ordered you to get naked as he went elsewhere. He had lead you to the bathroom when he came back, and in the bath it was filled with bubbles and a nice smelling scent. Maybe a strawberry oil or something.

“Get in. But make sure to leave some room for me.”

You obliged and got in the bath, scooting forward for him to get in behind you. You watch him strip and he presses himself against your back. His knees bend at your sides since his legs are too long to straighten in the tub, as you continue your conversation his hands massage the discomfort in your lower back.