My favorite massage experience (35)
Wanted to share the story of my favorite massage from a couple years ago. I was on a work trip and I visited a spa/sauna. This is the type of place where it’s gender separated and everyone goes naked in the wet area, saunas, and locker room (think Korean or Russian style spa).
I had been to the place once before on a previous work trip, but I had just enjoyed the facilities and not gotten any treatment (they offer massages and body scrubs). This second trip I decided to book a massage ahead of time. I arrived about an hour before my massage to enjoy the hot tub and sauna a bit. The place provides you with a sheet and a towel when you arrive, which I stowed in my locker while I enjoyed the wet area.
About 10 minutes before my appointment time, I went out to my locker, grabbed the sheet, wrapped my towel around my waist, and waited in the lounge area. Right on time, my therapist comes out to the locker room area and calls my name. He was a little older than me (I was in my early 30s, I’d place him at late 40s or early 50s). He introduced himself with a friendly handshake and led me back to a much quieter corridor with small treatment rooms on both sides, all with curtains for privacy.
Now this whole time I had been wondering whether or not I would be draped for this massage. Considering this is a facility where all the patrons are walking around totally naked, it seemed silly to consider modesty, but I had no idea what to expect.
Anyway, he leads me into one of the treatment rooms about halfway down the hallway and closes the curtain behind us. It’s a small, dimly lit room with a massage table in the center and some nice-smelling things around the walls. He asks me for my sheet and I hand it to him. He takes the sheet and fits it on top of the table. He then tells me to go ahead and lie face down on the table and place my face in the hole. He’s facing away from me getting his oil ready as I remove my towel and lie face down as instructed.
I laid there for about 15-30 seconds as he continued to prepare, wondering the whole while whether I was about to be covered with a sheet or not. Then I felt 2 big, warm, strong hands pushing down firmly on my shoulders and I had my answer – I was going to be exposed for this whole experience.
I had no problem with this. As I mentioned I was already naked with a bunch of strangers over in the wet area, so I wasn’t particularly shy. But this one-on-one dynamic and ESPECIALLY the fact that I was butt naked and he was fully clothed made me a little nervous and excited.
Anyway, he proceeded with the massage without much conversation. It felt really good, his massage was just the right pressure (a little painful in some muscle areas, but that good kind of pain). I was feeling pretty relaxed and enjoying myself thoroughly. A couple times he asked how I was doing and if the pressure was all good, which I assured him it was, but other than that he didn’t really say much. When doing my butt and legs his hands got pretty close to my balls without ever coming into direct contact with them, and he didn’t linger in those areas any longer than appropriate, so I felt confident there wasn’t going to be any funny business (which I wasn’t looking for anyway).
Anyway, after about 40 minutes, he finished up on my backside and asked me to flip over. Now, he had been facing away from me when I first removed my towel and got on the table, so he hadn’t seen my penis yet. Up to this point of the massage, it had been tucked up toward my belly button and had gone through varying degrees of erection. Right now, at the end of the face-down portion, I’d say I was about half-mast. Definitely noticeably plumped up, but not hard enough to stand up away from my body.
I hesitated for just a moment, and then flipped over. I was feeling a crazy mix of nerves, embarrassment, and exhilaration. He removed the face hole in the table and replaced it with a pillow under my head all while I had my eyes closed. When he was finished with that, I opened them and glanced at him. He was staring directly at my crotch, but when he noticed my eyes were open he quickly looked away, and I pretended I hadn’t noticed anything.
He started on my legs, working from the feet upwards. I was concentrating pretty intensely on trying not to get a full-on erection. But when he got to my upper legs, that became a losing battle. I quickly rose to complete full-mast and remained that way for the rest of the session. He didn’t mention a thing about it, but I did notice him glancing at the area more than once. He also began making some friendly chit chat with me at that point. I think he was doing that to help distract me from any embarrassment I may have been feeling, which I appreciated.
After working both legs, he said he wanted to do some stretching, which I said was fine. One leg at a time he grabbed my ankle, pulled my leg out to the side, held the stretch, and then shook my leg to loosen it up. This made my erection bounce and bob around in a very obvious way, but he still didn’t mention anything about it, even though it was all I could think about.
After the stretching, he moved up behind my head and began working on my chest. He was still making friendly conversation as he worked my chest, but every time his hands ran over my nipples, my penis jumped pretty obviously and I was sure he noticed.
After some time spent on my chest, he moved to my side and began to work on my abdomen. He started at the top with back and forth strokes with both hands, and slowly worked down over and past my naval, to about the top of my pubic hair. Now by this point his wrist was definitely coming into incidental contact with the head of my penis, which was pointing firmly up toward my belly button. I closed my eyes, embarrassed that I was likely leaking pre-cum on his wrist. He asked if I was ok and I nodded. I wasn’t sure if he was going to try and take it further or not. But finally after about a minute or 2 of the lower abdominal massage, he took one hand and placed it gently in the center of my chest and said that we were finished.
He said to take my time getting up. I laid still for a moment, and then stood up beside the table. I was still completely erect, but didn’t bother wrapping my towel around me yet because what was the point? I collected my watch and wallet and paid using his tablet, all the while standing there in front of him completely naked and 100% hard. I noticed he was definitely looking at my penis throughout the payment process, but at this point I had no secrets from this man.
My payment went through. He thanked me for the generous tip and said he hoped I’d come back and see him again. The next time I’m in the area for work, I definitely will.