Masseur

All characters involved in anything sexual in this story are at least 18.

Masseur 01

At seventeen, Russell 'Russ' Robinson had it all. He was a straight A student, good looking, had a great personality, was the star quarterback of his high school football team, and dated the prettiest, most popular girl in the school.

It all came crashing down at the homecoming game when both outside linemen from the opposing team hit him and took out the ligaments in his knees. He was carried off the field and taken by ambulance to the hospital.

His mother, Julie, was sitting next to his bed when the orthopedist came in.

"So, how long am I going to be sidelined?" Russ asked.

"Son, how much do you know about knee anatomy?" the doctor asked.

"Not a lot," Russ replied.

"Your knees bend and straighten, much like a hinge. Ligaments connect one bone to the other to keep them in place and prevent movement in other directions. Follow me so far?" he asked.

"Yeah," Russ replied.

"The MRI shows that all four main ligaments, in both knees, are completely torn."

"That's bad, huh?" Russ asked.

"In fifteen years of being an orthopod I've never seen this much ligamentous damage from football," the doc replied.

"So, am I out for the rest of the season?" Russ asked.

"Your time being an athlete is over. With surgery and extensive physical therapy, we can stabilize your knees enough for you to walk. I'm sorry."

Russ just stared at him with his mouth agape.

"How about knee replacements?" his mother asked taking her son's hand.

"That's not an option. Knee replacements are for damaged bone. His bones are fine."

"I'd like a second opinion," Julia told him.

"I'm fine with that. Do it soon. The longer we delay surgery the less chance of a good repair." The doctor turned to the nurse. "Put in a second ortho consult to a different group. Make it ASAP."

"Yes, doctor."

"They'll likely see your son tomorrow or Sunday. It's your choice who does the repairs. Questions?" the doctor asked.

"I can accept that football is out," Russ began. "How about basketball or baseball?"

"Russell, one day, if you work really hard in therapy, you might be able to jog for short distances. Your running days are over."

"I'm only seventeen," Russ said pleadingly.

"Honey, we'll get through this," his mother assured him.

"Fuck my life," Russ said under his breath.

"Let me know if you decide you want me to do the surgery," the doctor said, then left the room.

"Let's see what the other doctor says," his mother told him.

"Yeah," he replied.

Russ was moved to the orthopedic ward a short time later.

"Up for visitors?" his nurse asked.

"Who is it?" Russ asked.

"I'm not sure. Three men, a woman, and a very pretty blonde about your age," the nurse replied.

His mother looked down the hall and turned back to him.

"It's the coach, principal Ward, Beth and her parents," his mother advised.

"That's fine, I guess."

"Three visitors at a time, I'm afraid," the nurse told him.

"The coach and principal first. They won't stay long," Russ requested.

A moment later the two men came in the room.

"What's the verdict?" the coach asked smiling.

"Four ligaments in each knee," Russ said.

"There's only four ligaments in your knee. Which one was injured?" the coach asked.

"All four. Both knees," Julie replied.

"Shit! There goes the season," the coach grumbled.

"There's always next year," the principal added.

"Not for me. I'm a senior," Russ replied.

"Uh, we'll let you rest," the coach said turning to leave.

"Thanks for coming," Russ said as both men left the room. "Coach was hoping we'd go to state this year."

"Can they do that without you?" his mother asked.

"No, but it wasn't likely even with me," he replied smiling.

Beth and her parents entered the room. Instead of her usual kiss when she greeted him, Beth took his hand.

"I believe we were supposed to go out after the game. You stood me up," Beth said grinning.

"Not by choice. Did we win the game?"

"We never even got on the scoreboard. What's up with your knee?"

"Torn ligaments. I'm going to need surgery."

"Are you out for the rest of the season?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You're going to miss the homecoming dance tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid so," Russ replied.

"I'll take lots of pictures," Beth offered.

"Thanks. My pain pill is kicking in. I'm about to fall asleep."

"Okay. Do you need anything?" Beth asked.

"New knees would be nice."

*****

The second opinion came early the following morning and verified the first doctor's opinion. A few of his teammates visited briefly on Saturday. The surgery was early Sunday morning.

Inpatient rehab began on Tuesday. With both knees immobilized the therapists worked mostly on his hips and thighs. No longer being a football star, there were no further visits from teammates, former friends, or Beth. He went home on Thursday with both knees still immobilized and in a wheelchair.

Therapy came to the house to work with him. They continued what had been done in the hospital. Until the doctor ok'd knee movement his therapy was geared to maintaining muscle mass and hip mobility rather than addressing the knees.

His mother, Julie, arranged his continuation of school via online classes. It gave him something to do, but didn't help with his feeling of isolation.

At two weeks post-op he was put in what the doctor and therapists referred to as knee cages. They were removable braces with metal supports on the sides to allow his knees to flex and extend, but still protect the ligaments. Therapy went into overdrive. They worked his ass off and he was soon able to awkwardly walk.

Many times, his therapist would finish his session with what she called soft tissue mobilization. She massaged his legs, hips, and back. It did more than ease his muscle soreness, it calmed his mind.

By four weeks, his therapy was changed from his home to their facility three days a week. Being an athlete, he was accustomed to working out hard. Their equipment allowed him to push himself. They even agreed to allow him unsupervised visits three more days during the week. The soft tissue mobilization continued regularly.

At his six-week follow-up with the doctor, Russ was cleared to return to school. His gait was still off a bit, and he still needed the knee cages, but at least he could get his life back.

Russ returned to school after Christmas break. The first day went pretty well. He got a lot of welcome backs and smiles. Beth had moved on to another football player and essentially ghosted him. By the end of day two, Russ had discovered what being a nobody was like. He could count the number of people who even spoke to him on one hand.

His therapy was scheduled for after school that day. Maggie, his therapist, picked up on his mood.

"What happened to the hard charging guy I've been working with?" she asked.

"Reality kicked in."

"Five more. Push!" she ordered. "Meaning what?"

Russ finished the set then sat up looking at her.

"Before my injury I was a somebody. Quarterback for the team. Popular, at least, when we won. Dated a hot cheerleader. That's all over now. Even the people I thought were my friends avoid me."

Maggie pulled up a stool facing him. "People can be shallow sometimes. It sucks big time, but it is what it is. Working here I see patients where even their families pull that crap. Between you and me, I'd like to kick their asses. But I can't do that. Your mom has been your biggest, most staunch supporter since day one. I'm still a big fan too. So, you've still got two of us that are behind you."

"Yeah, you've both been great."

"Your life has changed, Russ. In time you'll meet people and make new friends that like you for who you are, not for your accomplishments or social status."

"It still sucks," he said.

"Yes, it does. Now, get your butt moving on the leg press. Take your frustration out on the machines, not yourself."

"Yes, ma'am," he said grinning.

After finishing everything that day Maggie did her mobilization magic.

"This is the highlight of my day," he told her.

"There's an energy that passes between people when we touch. It's very healing. Have you ever had an actual massage?"

"No."

"You should get one. You'll be amazed how you feel afterward. Be selective. Don't go to the Asian places. Find one that's only open during the week and closes not later than six pm."

"Why?"

Maggie grinned. "Just trust me," she said. "Now, go home and tell your mom how much you appreciate all she's done."

"I appreciate you too, Maggie."

"I know," she said, patting his shoulder.

As Russ and his mother were having dinner, he put his hand on hers.

"Thanks, mom. I want you to know how much you mean to me. You've been by my side since day one, and even more so since my knees."

"Thank you, honey. You're my son. Where else would I be?"

"I just want you to know how special you make me feel. I love you," he said.

"And I love you. Eat before it gets cold."

"I was talking to Maggie today. She suggested I get a massage."

"I'm not sure about that," his mother replied.

"Why not?"

"Years ago, your father gave me a gift card for one of those places. It started out fine, but about halfway through he started trying to massage places he had no business touching," she told him.

"Maggie said to pick one that wasn't Asian and closed before six pm."

"Mine wasn't Asian, but it was about eight on a Saturday evening. He did it with your father sitting in the lobby. Talk about bold."

"What did you do?"

"I hit him in the head with his incense thingy, got dressed, and left. I didn't tell your father. He would have beaten him to a pulp. I did some checking on massage parlors after that. His was one of the happy ending places."

Russ laughed.

"It's funny now, looking back at it. But at the time, I was mortified," she admitted. "Had I done my research earlier, I would have known what I was getting into. If you decide to do this, do some checking first."

"I will."

Russ wasn't naive regarding sexual matters, but he wasn't street smart either. With Beth out of the picture, he had resorted to his own hand for relief. Now, hearing that some massage parlors provided such services, he was intrigued.

Russ spent the evening learning all about massage parlors and what services they openly offered. He also learned about what they offered sometimes that wasn't on the list. Their slowest times during the week were typically mid-afternoon, about the time he got out of school.

Jarrell, Texas, was a small town, with less than 2,000 residents. Football was big, but not much else. The nearest parlor was in Georgetown, fourteen miles away. Russ felt this would be a safe distance so no one would recognize him.

After looking them over he decided on one called Happy Feet and booked a one-hour full body massage for tomorrow at 3:30.

The discussion at dinner had gotten Julie thinking. Although her massage incident had been offensive at the time, she hadn't been touched in over three years. She quickly put the thought out of her head.

*****

Russ hadn't been driving much since the injury but decided he would today. He didn't particularly want his mother to know where he was going.

Parking was in the rear. He pulled in then walked around the building to the entrance. Russ noticed that all the windows in the older home were covered. Reaching the front, he stepped inside.

It was fairly dark and definitely Asian in decor. He guessed Chinese but wasn't sure. He walked across the small room to the counter and waited. A few seconds later a young woman walked in.

"Hi Russ. Here for a massage?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, hi Lan. Yes, uh, I am."

She looked at her computer and then at him smiling. "Are you booked under Joe by any chance?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Shall I call you Joe or Russ?"

"Russ is fine. I was, uh...,"

"Embarrassed. Many people are. It's not a problem. Full body for one hour, correct?" Lan asked.

"Yes."

"That's seventy-five, minus ten for a new customer. Sixty-five. We accept cash or charge."

"Cash," he said handing her four twenties from the wad he had in his pocket.

"Would you like a receipt?" Lan asked handing him three fives.

"No, I don't need one."

Lan walked around the counter and locked the front door.

"I'm the only one working right now. Hao took our mom to a doctor's appointment. Locking the door prevents interruptions."

"You're doing the massage?" Russ asked.

"I am. You seem surprised. Russ, in my culture being a masseuse is an honorable line of work. My mother is the owner. Hao and I work here with her."

"Hao works here too?"

Lan grinned. "Many of our female clients prefer a male. Come with me."

Lan led him down a short hall and into a dimly lit room with a massage table, a single chair, and a table.

"Would you like soft music or quiet?"

"Quiet, I guess."

"Oil?"

"Sure, I guess."

"The other option is dry. Oil is better," she clarified.

"Okay," he said nervously.

"Russ, relax. No one is going to bite you. This will be very relaxing," Lan assured him.

"Okay. I've just never had a massage before."

"Never?" she asked.

"Never."

"That's a shame. They're awesome. I'll step out. Take everything off and put your clothes on the chair. There's a towel on the table so you can cover your bottom. Lay on your stomach with your face here," she said pointing to the padded hole in the table.

Lan turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Russ sat on the chair and removed his shoes then tucked his socks inside them. As he continued undressing he was feeling a bit disappointed. He had been hoping for extra service, but with a classmate doing the massage, he figured that was no longer a possibility. He folded his shirt and put it on the seat of the chair, then did the same thing with his jeans. He removed his braces and put them on top. Underwear was next but decided to put those and the braces under the jeans. He climbed onto the table, then awkwardly covered himself with the small towel, hoping he was adequately covered. He put his face in the hole staring at the floor. About two minutes later he heard the door open then close followed by the sound of bare feet.

"Any areas of concern?" she asked.

"Careful bending my knees. The ligaments aren't very strong."

"But it's okay to massage them?" Lan asked.

"Yeah, that's no problem."

"I'll do the back side first then turn you over and do the front. Okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

Lan moved his arms to his sides then walked to the head of the table. He smiled seeing her tiny feet and calves through the hole.

Lan's warm, oil covered hands started on his neck and shoulders.

"Too much pressure?" she asked.

"No. That feels wonderful."

As Lan worked on him he began to relax and was enjoying her vigorous manipulations. By the time she reached his low back he had almost fallen asleep. Russ jumped when he felt the tips of her fingers brush the top of the towel.

"Sorry," she said, before continuing.

When Lan had finished with the low back she moved to the foot of the table and moved his feet a few inches apart. Russ wondered if he was exposing himself to her, but when she didn't say anything he assumed he wasn't.

She worked on each foot individually and then moved to the calves. When she began on the thigh he felt his cock begin to respond. She wasn't touching him inappropriately, but it was stimulating him. His erection was full very quickly.

"Okay. Time to turn over," she said moving to the side of the table.

Russ froze. With his erection, he didn't dare do that.

Lan tapped him lightly on the thigh.

"Russ, it's okay. Getting aroused is normal. Go ahead and turn over."

He turned slowly away from her then onto his back making sure to hold the towel in place. Lan stepped to the head of the table and put a pillow under his head. Russ looked down seeing the small towel now looking more like a pup tent. He turned bright red. As he started to reach down and adjust the towel Lan took his arm and moved it back to his side.

"Relax," she told him, looking down at his face from above.

Russ closed his eyes and sighed. In a moment, as she worked on his upper chest, it seemed to begin softening. That was short lived and by the time she reached his abdomen he was as hard as a rock again. Russ felt a draft and looked down. The second erection had pushed the towel lower and now his fully exposed cock stood proudly pointed at the ceiling. It moved slightly with his every heartbeat. Russ closed his eyes and sighed.

Lan said nothing and continued with her work. As her hands moved over his lower abdomen he could feel his cock moving and also felt pre-cum run down the shaft.

Lan moved to his feet and on her way picked up the now useless towel and tossed it in a bin. Russ was now fully exposed as she worked on his calves. Lan, once again, moved his feet apart, but considerably farther than before. Russ didn't dare open his eyes, knowing what he would see.

She spent a lot of time massaging his knees, doing both at the same time. Then slid her hands slowly to the top of his thighs. Russ moaned slightly.

"Sometimes, people like to add other services to their massage. Are you interested in that?" Lan asked.

"Uh, what kind of services?" he asked, hoping she was referring to what he'd come for.

"Services here," she said, running her finger up the underside of his shaft. "Hand is twenty. Mouth with condom is forty. No condom is fifty. I don't do full service. I'm sorry."

"Uh, the no condom," he replied.

Lan walked to the chair and picked up his jeans then handed them to him. He fished out five twenties and handed them to her.

"For the tip," he said.

Lan returned the jeans then washed her hands in the sink before putting the money in her pocket. She turned back to Russ and pulled her shirt off over her head. Lan wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were fairly small, but absolutely beautiful. Lan quickly put her hair into a ponytail. She smiled at him then walked to the side of the table.

With her left hand she cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm. Her right hand took his shaft and began stroking. He could feel her thumb moving on the underside and saw pre-cum leaking with each stroke. Lan looked directly at him as her tongue collected the pre-cum and elicited a moan from Russ. She smiled, then took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Beth had given him a handjob, but he had never experienced a blowjob. His whole package was being caressed by her hands and mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling over the head and flicking over the frenulum.

The entire thing lasted less than a minute before he suddenly exploded into her mouth. Lan continued on him until he was drained. She raised, then opened her mouth letting everything run out and onto the head. She looked at him smiling then grabbed a towel and wet it in the sink. Lan carefully cleaned him up.

"Did you enjoy your massage?" she asked as she dried him.

"That was amazing. Thank you."

"Next time will be better. You'll be more relaxed," she told him.

"This will be hard to top," he said.

"You can get dressed now. Would you like some water?"

"Please."

"I'll have it at the desk," she said, then left the room.

Russ was spent. It took him a moment to generate enough strength to move. Once dressed, he walked back to the front. Lan was speaking in Vietnamese to an older woman as he walked up.

"Russ, this is my mother, Kim. She owns our shop."

"I'm happy to meet you," he said.

The woman smiled and bowed then spoke to her daughter in Vietnamese again. They had a short conversation before Lan turned to him.