The following is a true account of an encounter I had during a recent ski trip.
In March of 2010, I decided to join a few friends on a ski trip in Vermont. It was going to be a weekend of skiing and drinking with many of my old friends from high school. However, on my flight out from the west coast, I ended up tweaking my lower back due to the long flight in the "spacious" seating that the airline provided me in coach. Having been an avid skier since a very young age I have to say I am in pretty good shape. That said, I am now in my mid 30s and therefore, I have a tendency to breakdown a little bit easier than I used to. By the time I reached our lodge after the flight and long drive up into the mountains, my back was an absolute disaster. Regardless, I was going to find a way to get on the mountain the next day as nothing was going to stop me from enjoying the fresh powder that had accumulated the week prior to our trip.
The next morning we hit the mountain early; however, my back was in even worse pain than the night before. Many of my friends cautioned me not to ski; however, I wasn't having it. I had already made my mind up that I was going to find a way to ski no matter what. As we were purchasing our lift tickets, I noticed a sign for a massage therapist located in the ski lodge of the mountain that we were skiing. I immediately decided this would be a great way to loosen up my back and get me onto the mountain. I informed my friends to go on without me and that I would get a quick massage and then head on up. We decided we would meet up for lunch at one of the lodge's midway up the mountain.
I grabbed my stuff and headed over to the massage therapists office. As I entered, I noticed a young man sitting at the front desk. He introduced himself as Mike and asked how he could help me. I explained to Mike my situation and that I was really adamant about skiing but was hoping that there was something that could be done to relieve some of my back pain. Mike was very courteous and apologized that their massage rooms were currently being used but that he could give me a quick 15 minute lower back treatment to help get me through the day. There was a massage table in the small lobby area and Mike said he would pull out a tri-fold screen to give us a little privacy from anyone walking by the front of the office which had a large window to the outside.
As I lay down onto the table Mike asked what I was wearing underneath my ski pants. I explained that I had on some long underwear and upon hearing this Mike said that I should take off my ski pants and powder jacket. He mentioned that it would be best if I was actually not wearing anything at all but since we did not have a private room he understood if I was more comfortable in my long underwear. I have to say that I had never been given a massage by another man and hearing Mike suggest that I take off my clothes was kind of a turn on. Although I am typically more inclined towards women, I had been with a few men in my past and it had been a while since my last encounter and the thought of this young, good looking guy massaging my naked body was starting to excite me. Trying to keep my composure, I slid off my pants and jacked and laid face down onto the table.
Mike slowly started to massage my lower back, working his hands and fists deep into my muscle tissue. He then pulled my shirt up to expose my lower back and asked if I minded him pulling my long underwear down a bit to expose my butt. I said it was fine and after he did this I could hear him applying oil to his hands. My excitement at this point was starting to grow and I could feel my cock begin to swell as Mike slowly applied baby oil to my lower back and upper ass area. Mike proceeded to give me an amazing lower back massage that also focused on my ass muscles. After what seemed like forever, he asked me to roll over so that he could massage my quads and do some leg bends. At this point my cock was semi hard and due to the fact that I have a pretty large cock, I knew that my excitement would be pretty obvious through my long underwear when I rolled over. I was pretty embarrassed but what the hell, I was probably never going to see this guy again anyway. I rolled over and sure enough my cock was pinned against my thigh and visibly outlined through my white underwear. Mike; however, did not say a thing and went ahead and started to massage up and down my legs, focusing on my quads and the inner thigh region, very close to where my cock was pinned against my thigh.