Time to share another story - thanks to everyone for their comments and your ratings on the first two...
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The massage adventures have continued to provide some enjoyable experiences along my journey of discovery. I've learned that there are some guys that are really skilled at their craft who are caring about helping with the physical needs while also assisting with some emotional desire to explore. They've managed to relax the aches while providing pleasure which seems to enhance the entire body. And it's been exciting to learn that a middle aged chubby cub can get somebody else's motor revving while experimenting with his curiosity.
Onto this adventure... After the first experience with a masseur that introduced BE (Body Electric), I decided to see if I could find someone else within a reasonable distance who offered those skills. The first masseur was wonderful, but had decided to relocate to another area of the country. Either it's not real common to many masseurs or they just don't choose to mention it. Finally, after some diligent searching of the web, someone appeared to fit the bill.
I contacted the masseur and we scheduled a time for a brief chat. I've learned that seems to make me more comfortable before scheduling with someone new to get a sense of the person and the skills they willing and able to share during a session. Jimmy has been a masseur for a number of years and decided at some point in his own journey that he really preferred to only work on men which was a great sign to me. He put me at ease during our conversation and agreed that he would help me explore BE massage a bit more while also including the more therapeutic portion of the massage to help relieve pain. He felt that we could achieve what we had discussed during a 90 minute session and suggested a time that I would likely be his last massage of the day.
About a week later, the day I had been anticipating arrived. It was a beautiful morning, but I had awoken in some familiar pain with a healthy dose of anxiety. But I also felt pretty turned on as I thought about this session. Time to get a move on... The usual routine to get ready and something to eat to calm the churning stomach. I've always tried to prepare myself to be the type of client I would prefer if I was the person offering bodywork to someone hoping that it will enhance the session and the interaction. I plotted my path to an area I've never traveled to before to make sure that I would be on-time and managed to find a couple of places to kill some time if I happened to be early.
Jimmy's studio was in a building with many other tenants which would be different from the other masseurs I've been to. Felt a bit odd and a bit more clinical in a way... I arrived in less time than I had anticipated, found the location and decided to explore the area a little more since I was too early. When I finally decided it was time to show up, I walked in and found the door to his studio open - he was waiting for me to arrive and we shook hands. He mentioned that there was a bathroom in the main hallway if I needed to take a couple of minutes before we started. I took him up on that before spending 90 minutes on the table. When I returned, he asked me if I needed anything to drink and offered me a choice of snacks.
He seemed like a very caring professional - we sat in his reception area and chatted about what was bothering me so he could be sure to address it. And he asked me about what other expectations or desires I had. We talked a little bit more about my interest in BE and what I understood about its goal to build heightened sexual awareness in your body throughout the massage. He explained his take on it a bit further - how it would involve us both being nude and included mutual touch (neither of which appeared on his site), but that it wasn't really intended to provide a full release. We agreed to get started and see how it progressed as he led me into the massage room.
It appeared to be a pretty comfortable room, but felt a little more sterile - almost like a medical office. Jimmy told me to undress and get settled on the table face down while he returned to the outer office. I was feeling more relaxed after meeting him and chatting for a few moments. I'm very shy in new situations and he certainly helped me feel more at ease. He told me as he was heading back to the outer office that he was pretty comfortable handling most desires and felt pretty confident that he could help with pain relief.
A few minutes later, he knocked on the door and returned. He had stripped in the outer office and was now only wearing a holster containing the massage lotion. Jimmy is probably about the same age as myself and had a good body. My guess would be that his massage practice keeps him in good shape, but I would also guess that he doesn't spend a lot of time in any gym. Lightly hairy all over kind of like myself, nice package, large strong hands that were comfortably warm.
The massage began with him spending some time evaluating the shape I was in and where he would likely need to focus some extra effort. He started applying the lotion on my upper back and shoulders trying to loosen the tension that I always seem to accumulate there. He guessed that I worked at a desk in front of a computer most of the day - I wondered how it was so obvious. It gave me more confidence that he knew what he was doing.
We spent time talking a bit about how I became aware of BE. I shared some details of my first experience and that masseur's training. I also talked about my desires to explore the questions I was having about my sexuality. Jimmy mentioned that he was bi and was married, but enjoyed what he did for work too. He shared that most of his clients were married men who were no longer getting as much attention at home and also enjoyed massages. I talked about how until recently, all of the bodywork I had over the years was therapeutic. They've helped me learn how much I enjoy the feeling of touch and the many benefits it has provided. But now I was looking for more and to expand my enjoyment.
As Jimmy worked his way down my back, I experienced a variety of touch and sensations. He certainly used more pressure to work on trouble spots, but often finished the area with a feather light touch or caress. He continued downward until reaching my glutes where he seemed to hesitate. He checked in to see how it was going so far and if everything was ok while mentioning that he needed to spend some more time on the neck and shoulders but didn't want to overwork the area all at once.
Up until this point, I had my head buried in the cradle with my eyes closed - enjoying the music and the variety of sensations his hands were providing. I lifted my head to talk with him and said that it was all good so far, I was becoming more relaxed and enjoying the work. From the looks of things, he seemed to be enjoying the work so far himself. Although he certainly wasn't hard, his cock was showing that it was obvious his own blood was stirring a bit.
I laid my head back down looking towards him rather than downward with my eyes closed as I had been up to that point. He resumed by starting to work from the lower back into the glutes. He commented that many people don't realize how connected they are to other areas of muscles and how much tension they tend to hold. I replied that I knew that well from past massage experience and looked forward to his efforts. I learned from my earlier massages that there were many nerves in this area that can be quite stimulated. He began kneading and stretching my butt from the top downward and from the outside toward my crack. I was certainly enjoying it which he could likely tell from my breathing and soft moans.
My arms were along my sides and I reached to touch Jimmy's body since he was within close reach. He scooted a bit closer to the table and more toward my upper body so I wouldn't need to really stretch. His hands continued their efforts while also exploring more into my inner thighs and crack. I captured his cock and began massaging it more feeling it engorge while enjoying his work on me. He let out a slight moan of approval while lightly pumping it into the grip of my hand.