The routine was crushingly boring, and the office I was working in was down a long hallway with only storage cupboards on either side. It was one of those jobs where it was very, very easy but you had all your days' work done by 11am and only the internet to satiate your boredom.
I was going through a rough patch with relationships and had just left a toxic relationship with an extremely high maintenance lady. I hadn't been dating or having fun or even looking for casual fun for months and I was getting, well, a bit agitated.
I stood up to put some folders away and my back and the backs of my thighs just stung with muscle ache. I did kickboxing as a hobby and had done some matches recently and landed awkwardly after losing a match on points to a much bigger dude. I stretched and it was a little better and I thought to myself, I really must get a physio massage or a massage from that lovely physiotherapist lady off campus. And that's when it hit me.
I could totally get a massage, but with a happy ending. Kill two birds with one stone. I stopped and thought for a moment, my heart rate picked up a little. I felt so incredibly "naughty", for want of a better word. I picked up my smart phone again, and did a bit of googling....
An hour passed and I just could not find a lady masseuse nearby who was blatantly offering sensual massage or anything remotely suggesting it. The thought of turning up at a legitimate business and proposing extras was making me cringe. I wanted to find somewhere that was specifically offering an erotic massage. I wanted to get off, not tip toe around the issue. I widened the search area but still nothing, I was about to give up and look much further afield when another thought struck me.
Why does it have to be a woman giving me an erotic massage? You've always wanted to see a man naked, maybe if you search for a gay masseur, you might find one?
Some additional googling and right away a result stood out from the page of results. The advertisement read something like this:
"Friendly, accommodating gay masseur for ladies and men of all ages and body shapes. Swedish massage, Reiki, Thai, Ayurvedic Spa, Sensual Massage available."
I clicked on the advert and I saw immediately a picture of a rather handsome looking gentlemen, probably mid 40s, clean shaven and a small amount of bristling grey hair on his head, blue eyes and a slim build, with a very warming and friendly complexion. For the purposes of this novella, we shall call him Mike.
I clicked through the menus and found the services offered, which set my pulse racing:
- Sensual massage. Both the masseur and client are fully nude, allowing for mutual touching. This massage offers a light back, leg and shoulder massage to start, gradually bringing attention to the buttocks and inner thigh, anus and genital area. The masseur will slowly build sensation in the area, aiming to awaken your erogenous zones and bring you pleasure. When this has finished, you will turn over and the massage will focus on your chest, nipples, stomach, groin and genitals, using flowing tantric movements to bring you to arousal and ultimate release.
- Tantric massage. All of the above, but with a much more intense focus on the genitals, aiming to vigorously release erotic energy from the body to these areas, building a wave of pleasure that will leave you breathless. You may experience orgasm during this massage, but please do not feel pressured. The massage will not stop if you do orgasm, and will continue until a time that the masseur feels appropriate to conclude the ritual.
- Body to body massage. This features all of the aspects of the sensual massage, and some features of the tantric massage, but with additional body to body contact. The masseur will cover your body and his with warm oils and slide over you, generating erotic body contact with the genitals, anus, chest, nipples and head. The aim of this massage is to bring the masseur as close to you as possible, and mutual touching is encouraged.
- The Pure Tantric Experience. A much longer treatment, starting with the masseur undressing the client, with some gentle cuddling and if you like, kissing. The masseur will then join you in the shower, where he will thoroughly wash you with powerful jets of warm water and foam soap, giving you an invigorating clean all over, and inside your anus and genitals. After you have dried, the masseur will lead you to the table, which will be configured so the masseur can access your genitals and anus freely while you lie on your back. The masseur will then, with your consent, place a blindfold over your eyes and then begin. The massage incorporates sensual, tantric and body to body elements while the option of using electronic and manual sex toys is available if you so desire. The aim of this massage is to place the client at a position of delicate vulnerability, so they may surrender themselves to the giver, and through this experience ultimate bliss. Mutual touching is encouraged, and any activities outside the realms of massage are between two consenting adults.
- Pure Tantric + Four Hands Massage
As above, but with an additional masseur who often works with Mike in the treatment room with couples massages. This is an extremely indulgent massage and the pinnacle of luxurious erotic and sexual experiences for the discerning client. Time is of no object, your personal care and all possible needs will be attended to by two vastly experienced and discreet gentlemen. Experience an utterly thrilling massage with four hands sliding all over your oiled body, easing out the tension and building your erotic desire. As above, mutual touching and sexual contact is between all consenting adults present. Go wild if you want, or lie back while we make you forget your troubles and enjoy wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.
I didn't care how much it cost. I wanted it. I was considering the last option but then thought to myself, whoa now. You've never had this type of massage before, you might not actually like having a naked man massage you. If you're going to book, at least do the simple sensual massage first before going back and trying other stuff.
So, I took a deep breath, and made the call.
It rang three, maybe four times and a gentle voice answered, "Hello, this is Mike, how can I help"
I paused for a second, then told him I was a looking for a sensual massage, and it would be my first time, could he help me?
"Oh, I see. Well, that's not a problem
at all,
I am guess-would this be your first time......with a man?"
"Yes, it would be, I'm curious, that's all."
"Well, there's no harm in that! How about the sensual massage, it's ideal for you I think?"
"That sounds good yes, when can you fit me in?"
"Are you available this evening? I've had a cancellation, say 5 o clock?"
"Perfect, I finish work at 4pm. How can I find you?"
"I'll text you my address, it's a big house you can't miss it, there's parking nearby and its free, it's a very quiet road. When you park up, come around the back of the house and knock on the garden gate, its number 34, first of the row of houses."
"Ok great. Erm, this might sound ridiculous, but can I ask you a bit of a forward question?"
"Yes of course."
"If things, you know, escalate, is it Ok if you use protection?"
He laughed, and I nearly died. I immediately chastised myself about asking such an awkward question.
"No, no, that's totally fine. Are you a bit nervous? "
"Can you tell?"
"Just a little bit." He laughed in a re-assuring tone, which made me feel a little better. "It's fine, relax, I get checked regularly. Have to. It's my living. Oh, I meant to ask, what do you like to drink? Beer, wine, fizz?"
"Oh, erm, beer is fine I guess."
"Great. I will see you at 5 o clock then!"
"Perfect, thanks for seeing me so soon, goodbye now"
My hands and shoulders were shaking with anticipation. I was going to go to another man's house and see him naked, and perhaps even touch him, maybe even, if everything goes right, have sex with him. And what was strange, or maybe even illuminating, was that I felt like I wanted it, and it was totally natural.
My thoughts wandered to more practical means. I had to get across town to the main road and then drive around 30 minutes to a small village in rural countryside, during rush hour. I did a brief google maps on my phone and I had plenty of time. I had enough fuel to get there and back home and I just had to wait 90 boring and endless minutes before I could log off my terminal and escape.
So 4pm came, and I shut everything down and locked the office. I practically power walked to my car, got in and zoomed out the campus gate, taking care not to get caught speeding. I plugged the address into my sat nav and set off. The traffic was
awful
once I got to the city ring road. Gmaps re-routed me off the main road and down a B-Road. I had the windows down and the warm, moist air of mid-August blasted me in the face. It was an absolutely glorious afternoon, and I was already sweating. The temperature dial read 32 degrees Celsius and there was not a cloud in the sky. It felt great to be unattached from a relationship for once, and about to go and have some fun.
The B-road turned into a small trunk road and I escaped the city traffic. Soon, I was nearly there and a little early. I found the village, and it was really quaint. Chocolate box thatched cottages and then two rows either side of the road comprised of Regency era town houses, immaculately preserved and maintained with beautiful gardens. I found the car park, not a single car in it. I parked at the end and did a quick scout around and saw number 34 at the front of the left hand row. There was a man in his front garden a couple of houses down and he was looking straight at me, like I was an intruder in their peaceful idyll. The kind of old curmudgeon that twitches their curtains at the slightest noise or commotion outside. I waited for him to get bored and go inside, and then I checked the time. 4.50pm. Well, it's always polite to be early....
I stepped out of the car and into the blistering heat of the afternoon, and quickly walked around the back of the houses to the garden alleyway. Number 34 was the first house, and the garden gate stood some 7 feet tall and had a CCTV doorbell on it. My heart skipped a beat. Oh. Crap. Is this some kind of trap? Is what I am doing illegal? Before I could change my mind, the garden gate slowly started to swing inwards. A voice sounded out through the intercom.
"Hi there, sorry I noticed you on the monitor! Please come in, straight up the path and the backdoor is open"
I did as instructed, but paused to admire the stunningly beautiful country kitchen garden that was in full scent and bloom. The smell of lavender, basil and mint, jasmine, roses and honeysuckle filled the air. It was delightful. I slowed my pace a little, and noticed the back door was indeed ajar, the kitchen light was on and I could see a man stood by the fridge, with the door in his hand.
