He moved to the top of the massage table and began rubbing my shoulders and chest, running his hands over my nipples and in a swiping motion was rubbing me all over, another new experience for me and holy shit was this awesome or what?
I mean what if these fantasies for cock and balls were only that, just fantasies? I carefully turned over under the towel, which must have looked ridiculous as I tried to hide my hard on, it was dead obvious under the white towel, my dick was sticking straight up towards my stomach. I froze, I was hard as rock and laying on my front had protected me from exposing my desires and fantasies by way of my hard cock. He had to know he had touched my balls didn't he? Shit, maybe he didn't and this was just part of the quote "sensual" massage.
My mind was playing tricks with me, I mean what if the Swedish style wasn't what I was hoping it was. After about the 5th one his knuckles made contact with my balls and I was ready to burst my nut right there. I was trying hard and I imagine very non-discreetly to subtly shift myself to widen my thighs apart, desperate for him to move his hands further.Įach time he pushed upwards his fingers would gradually go a little higher between my thighs and graze my under side. I had never had anyone touch my bare bum before and it felt wonderful. He delicately yet with purpose began to massage my ass, pressing deep, underneath the towel. I asked him if we could do that and with a calm smile and an assuring tone he said he'd do it. He gave me no others details on what that entailed. He told me the Swedish style was something he did only for a few clients and only by request.
"I'm surprised you are inquiring now, you seemed pretty determined to stick with the deep tissue massage, it's a full rub down like this but more sensual" I sheepishly asked about the details of the "Swedish" massage, still being nervous that I might be asking for something illegal and what if he was a cop or some shit? He smiled and said I began to wonder about the "Swedish" massage, I mean it had to be what I thought it would be, didn't it? As he continued to touch me my cock hardened under me laying on my stomach and I couldn't stand it. As he was rubbing my legs his strong hands would glance on the bottom of my cheeks on each pass just under the towel that was covering my mid-section. I loved it, he worked my neck, back and gave me tingles on my arms before he moved down to my legs. His hands were powerful but so soft and he squeezed me deep and intense. He had worked at a reputable massage therapy clinic but there was no money to be made by not being the owner so he moved his business to his house as there was no overhead, his own hours and no boss. He was making light conversation while giving me a proper rub down, this guy was legit on his therapy and told me he'd been doing this for many years. Next thing I knew I was face down on the massage table. I wasn't into men, I was into cock, I wanted to see and touch balls. I wasn't gay and I had no interest in men for any kind of relationship, I was still very into chicks but I couldn't shake the thought of cocks and balls, it was becoming an unstoppable obsession.
After years of frustration, I had to check out the real thing but I didn't know where or how to start. I was really into bi-sexual porn and it seemed so long as a girl was involved I could relish the man to man love. I had checked out gay porn but I just wasn't into it, it was always so cheesy and I couldn't see myself making love or fucking a man. I had never experienced a sexual encounter with another man but I couldn't stand it anymore, I was so horny for cock, just the word excited me. I was 22 years old, pretty sure I was straight. He was in good shape, 5'10 maybe, tanned with brown hair, late forties-ish and was wearing a t-shirt with red volleyball shorts and bare feet. He told me the price and I paid cash of course. I was way too nervous to seriously consider taking him up on a sensual massage even though that's what I so desperately wanted so we went through the motions of a deep tissues massage. Once inside his townhouse he told me about his massage therapy rates, there were 3 styles of massages he offered and the third was a "Swedish Sensual" style, which was the most expensive but really only something like $20 more than the deep tissue massage. I was so nervous, I almost didn't get to the door. I found him in the classifieds, this was in the late 90's, long before internet and the kind information I was looking for was hard to come by for a naive but sexually charged 22 year.