This is my first story submission on Literotica. Comments, critiques and feedback are welcome. Please feel free to let me know how I can improve my writing. This is a fantasy, all characters are fictitious, and over the age of 18.
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I guess I should have realized that something like this would happen eventually. I was always made fun of in school for having a "girly" build. At only five foot 4 inches I'm not particularly tall. I have slim shoulders, thin arms and legs and my hips are probably more shapely than most guy's. I didn't exactly help things by keeping my blonde hair shoulder length. I told everyone it was because I liked metal music. Most of all though, I apparently have a nice ass.
The shower room in gym class was pure torture, guys would always be trying to sneak a peek at it or touch it or giving me dares to shake it. I got constant pinches and gropes in the halls. I even overheard the popular girls, the ones who didn't normally even acknowledge I existed, saying how they wished they had an ass like mine.
I thought all that was behind me when I finally finished high school and got my IT certification. I had an adult job, away from all the posing and bullying that kids are known for. Hell, I was working with other people who, for the most part, had been on the receiving end of bullying themselves, so they generally would understand. And for the most part they did. I got a few stares, even had one guy try and chat me up until I turned around and he realized I was a guy. That all changed on the day I decided I needed a massage.
It was only a few weeks after I started at a new company. I've never had particularly good posture, and a good office chair that would keep the worst of the consequences of my slouching at bay was still on order. By the end of the first week my back was killing me. I could barely walk around the office. I figured a massage would be the best way to get back on my feet quickly. I booked an appointment with a place a coworker recommended over the phone and went in the next week.
As I limped inside I was greeted at the door by a tall redhead, who's name tag read "Elizabeth."
"Hello! You must be Adam. We just need you to fill out a few details here, and we'll get you in right away." she said, handing me a small clipboard and pen. Elizabeth was an absolute knockout. Standing at least five foot ten with legs that seemed to go on forever, she stared down at me as I started filling out the forms. It was difficult to keep my concentration, as her breasts were actually sitting virtually at eye level with me. I swallowed hard and Elizabeth smiled knowingly as she turned to give me some space. Looking closer at the forms she had handed me I quickly filled them out until the last question.
"Would you prefer a: Female masseuse, Male masseuse or Doesn't matter?" it read. As usual when confronted by a dizzyingly beautiful women my brain went into overdrive thinking about how to act. This never really works out as I always end up over thinking and screwing it up anyway. My record with women was extremely, and I'd never managed to be with a woman as drop dead gorgeous as Elizabeth. "Would she think I'm a pervert if I check female masseuse? Would she think I was gay if I check male masseuse?" I finally decided on "Doesn't matter." Thinking logically, knew I didn't have a chance with a women like Elizabeth and I figured I'd just take whoever was available first and be out of there quicker. I went up to the counter and handed her the clipboard.
She scanned the forms for a second and when she reached the bottom I swear I saw her eyes light up and a small smile creep across her full red lips. "Right this way Adam" She said, with a great deal more enthusiasm than when she had greeted me at the door. I was just thinking maybe I might have done something to entice this earthly goddess when she showed me through a door to a small room and said "Dale will be with you shortly, please strip, cover up with one of these towels and hop on up on the table." My heart sank. Dale. A guy. Shit. I hadn't even considered the possibility that checking "Doesn't matter" might actually result in a male masseuse. How many of those even existed? I wasn't really prepared to be handled by a guy.
"Oh well, might as well get it over with. It's just a massage. Might be a bit awkward but I'm here for a reason, right?" I started trying to convince myself as I stripped.
Just as I was covering myself with the towel I heard the door open. My back was to the door and as I turned I heard a deep male voice say "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, I must have the wrong room." When I turned to face the door I saw a big man, standing at least six foot three and built like a linebacker closing the door. His shaven head disappearing, apologetically dipped toward the floor.
"A-Are you Dale?" I managed to ask before he had fully retreated.
The door stopped. "Oh... Oh man I'm sorry. You're Adam right?" He said as he started back through the door.
"Y-yeah." I couldn't help but stare. Dale was huge. His hands could probably palm a basketball, his head nearly brushed the door frame as he came back into the room. Not only was he tall and big, but his arms and legs were well muscled. He clearly did quite a bit of exercise as a hobby or something.
"Look... I'm sorry I said ma'am as I came through. Please don't be offended."