It's three thirty in the afternoon and the train pulls into Baker Street station.
Up I get to leaving my seat, taking the chance for one last peek of the gorgeous blonde lady sat opposite to me, one last glimpse of her black stockinged legs, she looks up, gives me a cute smile and a cheeky wink. Oh my, she must have caught me eyeing up her stocking tops all along and was clearly giving me a show. No harm done though and off I go for a short walk to see Pedro, the man who was about to give me a massage and try fixing my aching body.
For weeks I had been complaining to my wife Stephanie about aches and pains my back and shoulders. I suggested a massage at our local Thai massage parlor. This scenario sure was appealing to me, but she said a firm no and told me stories she had heard from her friends of extra services and happy endings, but to be honest I just wanted my body fixed and so when she read the local newspaper and said, "Paul, I've found an advert for a male massage service."
I begrudgingly said, "OK Steph, please book it for me," and so she did.
"It's 90 minutes at a cost of one hundred pounds, your booked in at 4pm tomorrow," she announced, no doubt feeling happy that she had spoilt any naughty fun I may have had at the local Thai massage parlor.
So after a short walk from Baker Street subway station I arrived at the address Stephanie had given to me. There was no sign of a massage salon, just rows of large and very distinguished white Edwardian houses with black railings, mostly converted into apartments. It all appeared to be very low key so I rung the door bell of number 12a and said "Hi, it's Paul."
I was immediately buzzed in and told to come on in, and follow the corridor for 15 yards and then go down the stairs to the basement which is apartment 12A.
I was greeted by a tall, well tanned and very muscular Mediterranean guy, he was dressed in all white, and he led me into the living room which was softly lit with candles and the aroma of lavender.
I looked around, there was no sign of a massage table, just a double mattress, a quilt and pillows on the floor.
"Hello my name is Pedro, I'm from Portugal, I am very pleased to meet you Paul, would you please leave your money on the table and take off all of your clothes for me. You can wrap this towel around your waist, then stand on the middle of the mattress and I will be back soon to start the massage service."
I did as he said and stood waiting, wondering how this was all going to play out. Then he entered the room from behind me and I felt his presence.
"Fear not," he said as he carefully blindfolded me.
"Feel assured that you are welcome to remove it at any time you like." What's all this blindfold stuff about I wondered but I just went along with it.
I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder then warm and scented oil was massaged into my shoulder by his strong hand. As he rubbed warm oil into my shoulders and back, it was good and just what I needed.
Around to my chest came his firm but gentle hands and he massaged my front and then my nipples from behind.
Ten minutes later I sensed him move opposite to me, and very close to me. His hands worked up and down my sides, around my back and shoulders. Then to my surprise and to my horror he adjusted my towel and it fell to the floor. Still blind folded I could sense him undressing and he moved back opposite to me, he must have been facing me, his hands moved around my waist and stopped on my lower back.
Embarrassingly my cock was now starting to grow I guess just semi hard and protruding out towards him. Then I felt it, my cock brushed against his cock, which would have still been pointing towards me. Still standing close to me he rubbed along my back, now sensing something special may be happening I brought my hand to feel his cock and I held them both together.
This was the first time I had felt another mans cock, being blind folded I could not see its length or girth but it felt long, thick and smooth, especially the head which was like silk, I squeezed our cocks together and our foreskins back and forth.
We stood like this for a while, nobody spoke a word, I was exploring his cock, his hands were now massaging my lower back and ass.
What was I doing?
30 minutes ago I was lusting after an office secretary on the Central Line, now I was blindfolded and was holding another mans cock in my hand.
He caressed my back, I caressed our cocks.