I woke up so sore that I couldn't even get out of bed. Being in my early 30's had started to show aging signs that the body wasn't what it used to be. I had joined a basketball league and it was beating the hell out of my body. Hunched over while brushing my teeth in the steamy bathroom, my fiance suggested I go to a sports therapy massage.
I whimpered inside knowing the pain that was around the corner. She scheduled an appointment at the local physical therapy clinic she had recently went to for a lower back problem and sang their praises in how fast she heeled.
I remember it clearly - it was a Tuesday morning and the forecast had record heat for the day. After showering I looked at my phone to see the weather, which influenced my wardrobe that day. Instead of the usual workout short, which had inner linings but figured that would be too hot for the day, I ended up going with a casual lounge short that was a bit looser and lighter. I know this sounds like a nothing-burger of a decision, but as you'll learn soon, it played a role in seeding a bi-sexual curiosity.
I arrived at the clinic around 945a for a 10a appointment. It was an A-frame building in a quiet residential area. There was a drop dead gorgeous front desk attendant who made me fill out some paperwork and politely asked me to wait in the lobby. As I was filling out the needed forms, she brought out a bottle of water and let me know that the massage therapist was ready once the paperwork was completed. I thanked her for the water, handed the clipboard and stood up. I was quite a bit taller than her as she looked up with a beaming smile and said, "follow me please". Her smile and flirtatious vibe quickly had my cock waking up in my loose, breezy shorts.
We arrived at the room and asked for me to sit on the table. As I sat down, she asked me to disrobe completely and get under the sheet. As she was walking out, she turned back at me with a smirk and left with me, "hope the massage helps cure the pain." I smirked back with, "well if you hear any loud crying please come save me." She laughed loudly and proceeded to shut the door.
I ditched the clothes and slid under the cold sheets. As my face wedged into the holder, the door softly opened and immediately saw the light dim.
To my surprise, a deep male voice quietly asks, "so what did you to yourself here?"
"Well, embarrassingly I'm clearly getting old because I used to play hoops daily and never be this sore. Hoping you can work some healing magic and dilute this pain."
"I'll do my best - what's your name?"
"Hi, I'm Morgan"
"Hi Morgan - my name is David and my job is officially to make your body feel better. Give me some direction on which particular areas are feeling the most pain."
I removed my arms that were under the sheet and just sort of started waving them in the butt, hamstrings and calves area with, "here is the area in need of your assistance, David."
"Well alright, Morgan - I'm going to turn on some music, further dim the lights and hope you can try and relax while we work the body."
I gave a thumbs up and off we went.
He first crept up the sheet on the right leg and oiled everything up. I immediately took note of how strong David's hands were. Like massive blocks of strength that dwarfed my strong legs. I've had male masseurs before, but nothing of this strength.
As the massage proceeded normally, David didn't say one word, which I loved. I was never a fan of the conversational massage. Maybe after 15 minutes of working each leg, David then decided to begin working my butt. He first began to creep down the sheet on one cheek, but then finally spoke and asked, "Morgan, are you cool if I just pull the sheet down completely? It'll make it much easier to use oil and get my elbows deep into the problem areas."
In my trance, I just limply raised my arm to give David the thumbs up.
First David drizzled oil on each cheek and then began to use both hands to massage my buttocks. He somehow danced the line of having it not hurt with my pain, but feeling absolutely healing as he massaged into my body releasing nothing but happiness.
As he ventured around my rear and upper hamstrings, I believe by mistake, David's hand grazed my sack. My eyes opened subtly to see if he was going to apologize, but nothing. Maybe another couple minutes went by, another graze, which at this point had my cock shifting in curiosity.
My body unintentionally shifted - as if wanting to communicate acceptance - to slightly open my legs. I was amazed by this - I had never once considered anything sexual with another man. But something was different here - I really hadn't even seen David at this point. This wasn't an attraction - this was something purely physical waking up my body - particularly my cock.
As I slightly opened my legs, David proceeded to use his elbow to dive into my lower buttocks. Almost as if to tell me, "slow down buddy" as I was opening my legs.
The elbow hit a pain area and my body jolted with "oh yeah that hurts".
"Sorry Morgan - is that too much?"
Another thumbs up surfaced and he continued.
As David was circling his elbows into my butt, his other oily hand grabbed onto my hip for leverage and to keep my body situated. Now that my cock had woken up - just having his strong hand on my hip holding me in place kept him half erect.
Also, as my body was shifting around with both of his hands firmly gripping my body, my cock was leaking all over.
At this point, David was really leaning into my body with his elbows to work out the knots, but seemingly intentionally pushing down on my butt to push down on my cock. I couldn't tell at this point if this was my over-thinking, or he was really trying to test my boundaries.
As I was rock hard from all the movement - he pulled up and asked if I could flip around. Of course I was petrified now of letting him see what an erect mess I was.
As he lifted up the sheet to allow me to flip over, I quickly grabbed my cock to keep him contained. I situated onto my back and rested my hard cock on my belly with hopes he wouldn't show a tent in the sheet once he laid it down.
