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.
"I hope he gets naked, too," I brazenly thought. "If I gotta do it, he should be willing too." He motioned me to a soft leather massage table in the corner of the room, and had me lay on my stomach. He then left for a minute or two to get the massage oil and stuff. When he came back, he had me totally relaxed and ready to begin. He started off by playing a slow tune with waterfalls in the background, and then began to glide his strong, well-oiled hands down my back, rubbing the muscles with his firm palms. I was flinching involuntarily, excited because of how soothing it was already starting to feel.
"Relax, don't tense up. Just relax," he reminded me as he continued down to my lower back and my ass, sliding his hands across my quivering behind. It all just felt so good to me. This was a real massage. No patting or pinching, just smooth, flowing energy from his hands to my tired, aching flesh. My body became more pacified as he continued to the backs of my thighs and back up to my lower spine. He made me feel tranquil, this incredibly attractive and sensual man making my entire body go limp. It was almost like the feeling you get after having great sex, only without the sex! He poured more oil onto my back as he carried on, kneading my back and making my dick grow hard against the soft leather of the table. I wanted to jack off my stiffening cock so badly, all I could do was moan. Kurt wouldn't let me touch myself. I had to keep my hands pinned to my sides.