u/Professional-Word717

I wasn't going to post this, but it's too hot not to share. A little backstory first. About a year ago, I (62M) found a masseur giving Nuru massages on RM. I enjoyed the experience and the masseur, enough so I booked another session a few months later. The day of that session, I texted to confirm and got no response. I made the 20-minute drive anyway, and when I got the house someone else answered the door. They didn't seem to know the 'name' of the masseur I was there to see. Needless to say, I was highly embarrassed and left. The masseur called me later and said he overslept (the massage was scheduled for 11 am). I never contacted him again. Shortly after, I reached out to a different Nuru masseur and scheduled an appointment. Day of, I text to confirm and he replies that he is not feeling well and can we reschedule. I was disappointed but of course.

That brings us to last week. I finally contacted the second guy again and we set up the appointment. Again, day of, about 2 hours before, he's not feeling well and asks to reschedule. I'm willing to give him a second (third) chance, because I really want to see him. We reschedule for the next day. He tells me what part of town he's in and I have a sneaking suspicion I know where he is. When he does give me the address, yep, same as the first masseur. I know it's a different guy and I'm willing to give him a clean slate. Turns out they are roommates. Not sure if it's more than that, I didn't ask.

He greets me at the door, and yeah he's cuter than his pictures on RM. We go to the massage room and he stands there while I undress. He takes off his shirt and hugs me, I'm already getting hard. I lay face down on the table, he gets naked and climbs on top of me. He is on the table, and me, the entire massage. Frequently during a massage I'll get into my head, thinking about what he's doing, writing a review, writing this story. With him, my mind went blank. He gave me soft kisses on my neck. He used his entire body on my back, and I felt his hard cock against my legs and ass. He massaged my hole with the tip of his cock, his fingers, and his knee; no penetration. He also played with my balls and even shoved his knee against them. I was pinned down on the table and only able to touch his hairy legs.

Finally, it's time to turn over. He strokes his hard cock with mine, then leans down and we start kissing. We go on kissing and him rubbing against me for what felt like forever. He asks me if I want to move to the bed for more room. Of course, I said yes.

At this point, the massage portion of the program is over. We start making out while he strokes me. He kneels by my head and takes my cock in his mouth, and I return the favor. We go between sucking each other and kissing. He straddles my head while he strokes me, I lean up and start rimming him. He is moaning as I eat his ass, and eventually he comes on my chest. His balls and cock lay across my face as he strokes me to completion. I'm old with prostate issues, so I hadn't jerked off for a week. I had the most intense and longest orgasm I've had in years.

Glad I gave him a third chance; I will be seeing him regularly.

I (62m) have been on a quest to find a new regular masseur since the one I had been seeing for 10+ years stopped giving massages before COVID. I found some prospects, but they turned flakey.

I booked a 90-minute sensual massage with a new (to me) masseur from RM. I got to his apartment, stripped completely and got on his table face down. Last I saw, he was still wearing his underwear.

There was no talking or getting to know each other. I don't want my masseur to be too chatty during the massage, but talking at the start is nice. He started the massage standing at my head, with long strokes down my back to my glutes. He had strong hands and a good touch.

He moved to my left leg and managed to massage my leg and inner thigh without grazing my balls, crack or hole once. I like the build up and anticipation, and this is our first session. He did the same thing on my right leg, no grazing, no putting his dick in my hand. Some masseurs go right to that which takes the mystery away. I did feel his thigh brush my arms briefly, but the distance was starting to feel deliberate.

It was time to roll over and I saw he was still in his underwear. He massaged my chest, stomach, and legs all without grazing my dick or balls. I was hard from the touch and I was giving all of the signals. Moans at the right time, lifting my hips when he worked my glutes, curling my fingers when he massaged my hands.

He stopped for a moment and finally removed his underwear. From the foot of the table, he made long strokes up my leg and worked my taint. He moved around to the side of the table and then started to stroke me. He was still out of reach and I put my hand on his upper arm. He moved closer and he moved my hand to his ass, saying I could touch him. I felt his ass, and moved my hand around to his chest and lower. He had his dick protected by the table and told me I can't touch his dick, but maybe next time. He jerked me off and I came, then he finished massaging my head and neck.

The massage had some good aspects, 7/10. The sensual part was lacking, 5/10. There won't be a next time.

My quest continues.

I went back this morning for the full-body scrub he mentioned after my massage yesterday. He put me in a different room, told me to undress, and lie on the table. There was no sheet covering me this time, which I was completely fine with. I stayed there naked while he came in and out setting things up.

At one point I told him I needed to use the restroom and started putting my shorts back on. He stopped me and said I didn’t need them. There was nobody else in the spa, so I walked out to the bathroom completely naked and came back the same way. By then I think my comfort level and interest were pretty clear.

I laid face down on the table and he placed a small towel over my ass before starting the scrub with a salt treatment on my back and arms. This session felt different from the start. He leaned into me more while he worked, and I could feel his bulge brush against my arm a few times. Always through his pants, always just out of reach, but definitely noticeable.

When he finished my back, he leaned across me and for a moment his balls settled into my hand. It only lasted a few seconds, but he didn’t immediately pull away either.

The towel came off and he worked on my ass and legs. During parts of the scrub my fingers brushed against his cock through his pants. Never anything overt, just fleeting contact as he moved naturally around the table, but long enough that it felt intentional on both sides. I’m a big believer in respecting the masseur and letting them control the situation, honestly the teasing and incidental contact is part of what makes it so erotic for me.

As he scrubbed my legs, there were a few light brushes against my balls, especially along my inner thighs. Nothing direct, nothing rushed, but definitely sensual.

When it was time to turn over, the towel was back covering my cock. He asked if I was okay with him working that area. I told him yes, everywhere, full body. He started on my legs while adjusting the towel, and I finally told him he could just remove it since everything had already been exposed anyway.

Once the towel was gone, the teasing continued. I got to feel him against my hands a little more through his pants, and he touched my hard cock a few times while working, though he never fully grabbed it.

Then the session ended.

Honestly, I was a little surprised nothing more happened considering some of the Yelp reviews I’d read beforehand. But in the end I was perfectly happy with the sensuality and tension of it all. I’m 62 years old, and at this point it’s not always about getting a release. Sometimes the anticipation, the chemistry, and the mutual awareness are enough.

I went to a small massage place in a strip center in Mexico and booked a ninety-minute session. I honestly expected nothing more than a professional massage, though I was definitely hoping there might be some mutual interest. I tried to give subtle signals while staying respectful and letting him set the tone.

He kept a sheet draped over my back at first. I mentioned twice that I didn’t really need it, but the sheet stayed. The massage itself started out very professional and genuinely good. Every now and then his thigh would brush against my hand or arm, and I’d lightly brush my fingers back to show I was comfortable with the contact. As the session went on, the contact with his thighs lasted a little longer, though he was always very careful with his positioning. The most I really got was my hand against his thigh or leg when he moved my arms around.

When he worked on my legs, he didn’t tuck the drape in tightly, but he did place it carefully between my legs and against the table, clearly keeping boundaries in place. Things shifted a bit naturally when he moved my legs to work my hips. I definitely started reacting when he focused on my upper thighs, though he never got directly close to anything.

When it was time to roll over, he seemed to hold the drape up just a second longer than necessary. He worked my legs again, and this time the contact between my hands and his thighs lingered more, but he still stayed carefully positioned. I was obviously getting harder by then, and there were a few brief brushes of his hand against my cock, though they were quick enough to still feel accidental or at least plausibly so. After some chest work, the session wrapped up. I got a very relaxing professional massage.

I paid, figuring I’d head back to my hotel and take care of myself the old-fashioned way. Then, right before I left, he mentioned they also do facials and full-body scrubs. I clarified, “Full-body scrub?” He smiled, confirmed it, and motioned down his body.

So now I’m going back tomorrow morning.