This is now turning into a series of stories if you are new to me, and my stories please go and read Chapter 1 first.
As you know I'm a straight married guy who has dipped in and out of male massages for a while now, every time I feel I need to "scratch the itch" I start to review who I could see and where. It's an exhaustive process as there are lots of gay massages out there but I'm looking for specific guys who are comfortable with straight guys and know how to work with them.
I feel my requirements are different, I don't want to get railed by some buff gay guy for me it's more about the tease, the illicit nature of the massage by a guy and what it might occur during it.
So, I started to feel "the itch" again and I started to explore the usual sites to find what I was looking for. Gumtree is always my go to, and I happened to be working in London, so the scope was much bigger. I began reaching out explaining that I wanted to try a male massage and asking what I could expect from the guy.
I received the usual answers of Swedish or naturist. For me it's a red flag if they don't put naturist massage. I want to touch him as much I want to be touched, in honesty maybe a little more me touching him, but anyway if they don't state naturist I'm out.
So, I began talking to a guy who called himself "experienced" and offers a naturist massage, isn't a clock watcher and we can take our time. He told me he only books one client per evening and he lives and works on his barge on one of the canals in London. I looked up where he was moored, and it was close to my lodgings.
I booked in for a 7pm massage. I went straight back to my hotel after my meetings and began to shower and shave. I shave everywhere and like my cock to be smooth as well as my arse and balls. For me it makes me feel hornier to feel smooth.
Once finished I left the hotel and walked the short distance to the canal, he told me to look for the barge with the rainbow flag on the back and I picked it out instantly. I walked up to the barge and carefully stepped onto the boat. I knocked gingerly on the door and waited for the response.
It wasn't long before the twin doors opened, and I was greeted by Mike. He was good looking guy, tall with salt and pepper hair which was shoulder length. He invited me in and shook my hand firmly. We chatted briefly about the cold weather, and he ushered me down the cabin. I got to the destination which was a warm room with a massage table in the middle with soft towels draped over it. The room was dim lighting and made it feel very welcoming.
Mike asked me to strip down and put on one of the towels and we could take a sauna before starting. I had no idea this was on offer, and it felt great to not be rushed and I felt a good vibe. I quickly stripped down to my boxers and looked for the towel and located it. I dropped my boxers and wrapped the towel around me as Mike returned in his towel also.
I followed Mike into the next room along the corridor and it was a small but intimate sauna. The heat was warm and pleasant, and we chatted about sport and TV and work for nearly 20 minutes I'd guess. I was then invited back to begin the massage.
Again, I padded bare foot into the massage room and removed my towel and lay on the bed whilst Mike put on some calming music.
The heat, the lighting and music were filling my head and I felt the soft towels against my body and rearranged my cock to be pointing towards my feet underneath me.
I first felt Mike's hand touch my back as he began to drip oil onto my body. He began with very deliberate strong strokes up and down my back I could see his feet through the whole in the massage bed. I knew his cock must have been directly near my head as he rubbed my shoulders. The pressure not to look up at this stage was incredible but I kept my cool and relaxed and enjoyed the massage.
Mike moved down my side and began on my legs starting at my calves and feet. He moved up to my knees and up the side of my strong thighs and the side of my arse. I was desperate for him to touch me, but he carried on stroking my legs.
At one point I felt something swipe past my arm which was down by my side. It must have been his cock, but it was fleeting, and I was drowsy from the massage and missed it.
He then parted my legs slightly and began to stroke up and down my thighs but one hand on either side of my leg. He brushed by balls with his hands when he stroked to the top but again it was quick and didn't linger. He did this on both legs, and it was more by accident than on purpose.
He then had a hand on each leg and smoothed up towards my arse and when he reached the top, he spread my arse apart. He held them there; I'm guessing he was staring at my most intimate hole. He moved back down and did the same thing again, I raised up a little so my now throbbing cock could move and I gyrated my arse slowly showing him how horny I was. The next time he didn't spread me, but he slowly and deliberately drew his hand down my arse crack over my anus and stroked and groped my balls. It was heaven...I moaned a little as he did it and lifted myself onto my knees slightly.
He took this as a sign and groped below me and took my cock in his hand for the first time, as he did it his other hand stroked my anus. I was so horny I wanted everything he had and didn't mind showing my slutty side. He gripped my balls and pulled them down massaging them and sliding his thumb back up to my arse and pressing against my opening. He toyed with me in this position for a couple of minutes and I was very close to cumming before he moved away.