My Mom and Dad (step) separated when I was 12, and my Dad got his own apartment nearby. He would invite my brothers and me to spend the night at his place on weekends (1 at a time, and I was usually the one who said yes, even though we had a rocky relationship) We would just hang out and watch TV. After a while, he would say " let's play strip poker to get ready for bed", and we would. (he always won) We would keep playing , though, til we were both in our tighty whiteys.
Then he always asked me to give him a back rub, where he would lay on the pull out couch, and I would straddle his ass ( remember we are both in our underwear only) and rub his back. Then he would direct me to where he was sore and have me rub his lower back, or thighs. I remember rubbing all the way up his thighs and having my hands wrapped all the way from inside to out. Then he had me massage his ass through his underwear.
At the time, regardless of what I was feeling, I didn't think this was intended to be sexual, but since I got a little older....I don't know. He always stayed laying face down for a while after I was done. Looking back, I can't help but think I missed an opportunity. I can't believe he let me massage his ass , and I spent some time on that ass. There were many other things over the years that make me think I should have made a move, but I was petrified he would get mad and all I ever wanted was his acceptance.
Man, I wish I knew and saw things like I do now, cause I'm kickin' myself. My Mom's friends always said they thought he was gay, or bi.