This is the second installment, this time a single episode on my journey exploring my bisexuality, and again it didn't disappoint, I hop eyou enjoy it:
This is probably the experience I remember least about, not because I didn't enjoy it but because it was organized fairly last minute, on the same day I believe. As usual I had been looking through Craigslist and looking for the more interesting and easy going meet ups. I stumbled across a guy, again a similar age, offering full body massages for guys, again he was a guy who didn't want anything in return, he was experienced from a past career on cruise ships with massage and was offering a full body massage, with a few extras. Given my journey up to now, how could I resist!
He wasn't in London this time, he was out in the sticks, relatively speaking towards Bedford. Perhaps that's why I can't remember so much about it as the journey there was in the car and fairly non-descript country side. I was probably a little more confident in myself by then too and I was obviously nervous about the experience but it wasn't the first time I was going to be naked and touched by another man.
His flat was in a small double story block, I remember it had a 70's feel to it due to the style of the architecture, timber stairs and handrails stained with a fairly dark varnish. I knocked on the door and was met by a very friendly and confident Asian guy. He was a bit shorter than me but had clearly done this before and he invited me in to his living room for a drink and chat. He was very experience with traditional massage and after a quick chat he invited me to take a shower before the massage, not uncommon in a lot of health clubs. After I quickly dried off he invited me to follow him through to his bedroom, it was pretty clear from clutter and furniture, a basic bed and side table and wardrobe but not a lot else.
I had half been expecting a massage table given his experience but he asked me to lay face down on his bed. Despite this I could tell he had experience and wasn't making it up as he went. The room was warm and he had towels for me to lie on and used cushions and pillows to make me more comfortable, he also had warm oils.
I was completely naked, though he started by draping a towel across my lower back and bum. The first half of the massage was exactly as you would expect in a Spa or Health Club, he worked my arms and shoulders, and upper back, he even massaged my hands and fingers. He then worked my legs, calves and hamstrings, kneading deeply with his fingers, again he even did my feet, it really was a very good massage and had it ended there it would have been absolutely fine by me. But at the same time when he was massaging my hamstrings, up and down, up and down I was desperate for him to work his hands higher and higher to my, for now, covered buttocks. Which is exactly what he did;
Because the tow was still covering my modesty it felt incredibly and a little surprisingly taboo, even though we had discussed this previously it was like a mini role play scenario, the masseur pushing his luck with his client. Even when his fingers just brushed my arse it was incredibly arousing and could feel my cock begin to stir, trapped beneath my body as I lay on my front.