This is my first non-fiction story. It actually happened this past July in San Diego. It was one of the best experiences I have ever had with a man, albeit non-coital. Anyway, enjoy!
The cab had pulled up to his building. It was a huge, white stucco place with an outside security gate. I had dialed him again to let him know I had finally arrived. He buzzed me inside and had me go to Room 19, on the first floor. I sure had butterflies and felt kinda nervous. It was just a massage, but it was my first one and I didn't know what to expect. It was going to be given to me by a guy named Kurt, and that was all that I knew.
I rang his bell when I approached his door. It instantly opened to a tall, rugged-looking man with a gentle voice and sandy-colored stubble. We introduced ourselves to each other as he let me in his apartment. It was about 11 p.m. that Friday night, and most of his lights were softly dimmed and his place was nicely furnished. He was finishing a quick meal, but told me to go ahead and get undressed. I did, all the while thinking of how awkwardly romantic the situation was. I must admit, Kurt did sound much younger over the phone, maybe in his early 30s. What stood before me was a fortyish, solidly built, athletic-looking gentleman with soft dark eyes and a relaxed demeanor.