I had just turned 21 years old and every gay male who reaches that age does what every male gay or straight will do and that is to legally drink and go out and hit the bars and clubs. That day finally came in the summer of many years ago and I hit my first gay club with some friends. We were partying it up seeing the male strip show and then having shots, drinks, and just having some fun. As I waited in line to get a round for my buds, I was greeted by a very handsome and hot blond surfer guy maybe about 24 or so. Nice dirty blond hair (naturally from the sun), light tan complexion, medium built but not buff. He wore a white tank top and shorts and smiled. I smiled back and then he came over and introduced himself to me.
"Hey, my name is Ken. I just heard from the emcee that it's your 21st birthday."
I smile back.
"Hey Ken! Thanks, I couldn't wait for this day to come."
He laughed and then looked back at me with his light blue eyes.
"I do massages and I would love to give you one for your birthday if that's fine with you." he asked.
I turned back,
"Really?"
"Yeah, it would be a nice summer birthday gift."
"I never had a massage before and especially from a hunky surfer guy like him. He was about close to 5'9' around the same height as I and I was still feeling buzzed so I said, "yeah, why not?"
He gave me his business card and informed me to give him a call in the morning and we can work something out. I smiled back and Ken then replied, "Have fun tonight and tomorrow, you will feel a whole better."
We exchanged numbers and departed with me joining my friends. I kept his business card in my wallet.
The next morning, I woke up and saw his card still by the phone so I picked it up and dialed the number on the card. I was surprised to hear how quickly he answered with a nice warm greeting.
"Hey Ken, we met last night at the club and you offered a massage for my birthday and I thought I'd take you up on your offer if that's still up."
"Yeah, it is. I was just fixing up the place here and my schedule is free today. I have no clients today."
"Oh that'll be great!" I smiled.
"Have you ever had a massage before?"
"No, this will be my first." I replied.
"I'll take good care of you then."
He gave me directions to his condo which ironically wasn't too far from where I lived. It was just a few blocks down from me and it was worth the walk since the weather was nice and cool and breezy for a summer day.
I had to use the security phone to get into his secured building and he answered buzzing me in. A part of me was a bit nervous not knowing what to expect and another part curious as to seeing what this guy can offer.
I got to his floor and walked to the apartment to the first left as he described where he greeted me warmly with a nice hug. He wore white shorts and no shirt showing off his smooth tan chest which demonstrated the many hours of surfing and swimming that resulted in his natural physique.
"Hey you got a nice place here."
"Thanks!" he smiled, "I like to keep it very calm and serene for my massages."
The apartment was quite cozy with the sound of a waterfall by the entrance and some indoor plants that made his living area seem more like a garden sanctuary than his place of residence. In the center of the room was a massage table all set up with the furniture moved to the side. A breeze blew into the room moving the light colored drapes from the lanai. We were on the fifthteenth floor facing the mountains with no other condos or buildings to obstruct the majestic view and gave a natural feeling we were in the air. The breeze felt so good on my warm skin after that brisk walk earlier.
"Can I get you anything like some water?" he offered.
"Sure, that would be great."
He walked over to the fridge and retrieved bottled water and then stood and smiled as I took a sip of the refreshing water that flowed through me.
"Since this is your first massage," he smiled offering me a seat on the couch, "let me share with you what to expect and if you have any questions or concerns feel free to share."
I sit down, "thanks, I appreciate that."
I sat on the couch facing towards him as he remained standing facing his body to me his back to the front door. I couldn't help but notice the slight tan line that was above his white shorts which were a bit snug but not too showy. He had his arms out and gestured as he explained to me the process of the massage.
"I do what is called a 'Swedish combination massage'".
"Swedish?" I ask.