Rick had never had a massage before, and he didn't have the nerve to look into getting one for himself. But his friend Ray gave him the excuse.
"You should try Dawn. She's registered, she's trained, she's really good, you'll feel great," said Ray, as the two of them stumbled out of a long rehearsal.
The idea kept preying on Rick, day and night. He found himself fantasizing more and more about having a woman massage his body. He had very little body hair, and he imagined the masseuse's hands easing oil sensuously into his smooth skin.
But then he would catch himself. He felt that if he was going to have a massage, it should be a real massage, for the right reasons, not a veiled hope of getting off with some woman who probably wouldn't have the slightest interest in him anyway. After all, this masseuse was licensed, experienced, and probably had to handle lots of patients every day. Why would his body be any different from the others?
But his mind would drift to his big cock, to the women who told him they were surprised by how sweet he tasted, to images of himself in the mirror, lithe, young, coordinated. He pictured the masseuse as being young, blonde, intelligent, sensuous. Then he'd catch himself again, suddenly fearing that he'd lie down on the massage table with a hardon. He vowed to keep his mind off sex if he ever did have the massage.
Finally, Rick decided that if he promised himself to be as professional about getting a massage as he expected the masseuse to be about giving one, he would go ahead and call her.
Once he made the call, it seemed too easy. He had an appointment.
On the day of the appointment, he drove to the masseuse's address, and couldn't contain his elation at doing something he longed to do. He imagined that all those other drivers and pedestrians who saw him in his car would love to change places with him if they only knew where he was going.
As he walked up to the door and rang the bell, he caught himself again, wiped the grin off his face, vowed to appreciate the massage in a mature way, and promised himself he'd keep his mind off sex. It was going to be a healthy experience.
Dawn answered the door and welcomed him in. His chest swelled as he took note that she was blonde, somewhat petite, with a nice figure, wearing shorts and a T shirt. She was friendly and relaxed, and sat him down to ask if he had any special areas she should focus on. He explained this was his first massage and he just wanted a good rub to get things circulating.
She smiled and led him to the table, told him to take off his clothes and get under the sheet; she'd be back when he was ready.
"Um...should I take off all my clothes?" he asked.
"Sure, whatever you're comfortable with. It's easier for me to work if you take them all off," she said as she sidled out of the room.
