I am a 34-year old male who is on the road 5 days a week with my job. I work for a company that makes weight training equipment, and it's my job to travel all over the country trying to sell our products to fitness centers. So since I am dealing for the most part with gym owners that are in good shape because of their business, I too have to maintain a consistent workout program to stay fit. It just makes sense that in order to sell fitness equipment successfully, your body should be a testament to its worth.
So even though I am in great shape, fairly young and good looking, since I am on the road so much I have had difficulty keeping a successful relationship with anyone. While traveling, I generally stay in the moderately priced motels to avoid running up huge expense vouchers to turn into my company. However, on occasion, I am forced in to staying at a resort style hotel with all of the amenities. This story is about one such occasion when I stayed in a really nice hotel on the beach in Fort Lauderdale, Florida
After a full day of calling on fitness centers in the area, I returned to the hotel that I booked on the beach. Needing to relax, I grabbed my bathing suit and headed for the beach. They had really nice padded chairs set up on the beach by the hotel, so I chose an empty one near the water and settled in to catch a few rays. Shortly, an employee of the hotel came up to me and asked if I wanted anything to drink.
I said, "Sure, whatever the house specialty is will be fine with me."
He returned with some rum concoction filled with fruit and a lot of booze. It was hot in the sun, so that drink didn't last very long. I ordered several more during the short time that I was on the beach and proceeded to finish those as well.
I was feeling pretty good by now, but my muscles were still sore from a full day of demonstrating my company's fitness equipment. When my beach boy returned I asked him if there was a place nearby where I could get a good massage.
He asked me "Sir, do you just want a good massage or a really good massage?"
I responded naturally "I am sort of spoiling myself on this trip staying at this great hotel on the beach, so how about a really good massage."
He said "No problem sir. Go to your room and change and then come down to the lobby and I'll have a driver waiting to take you to a private bath house that gives the best massages in south Florida."
That sounded great to me, so off I went to my room. I decided to take a quick shower and put on my bikini brief underwear and a pair jogging shorts with a muscle shirt. I slipped my beach tongs on my feet and went down to the lobby. My driver was waiting for me and off we went to the bathhouse. I was really looking forward to this "really good massage" because between the sun and the hotel specialty drinks I was ready for some relaxation. Little did I know that was the last thing that I was going to get?
After a short drive, we arrived at the bathhouse. I had never been to one before and didn't know what to expect. I asked my driver, but he had never been in one either. He assured me that the hotel had called ahead and made all of the arrangements for me. Boy, I thought, this really is a great hotel that will bend over backwards to make their guests happy.
I walked in the front door and was greeted by the receptionist. He asked me if he could help me, and I told him that my name was Andy from one of the hotels on the beach. He recognized my name immediately and said that all of the arrangements had been made. I asked him if there were women that used this bathhouse too, and he sort of laughed.
"No, sir. This is a gay bathhouse and women are not allowed." He then had another employee of the bathhouse escort me to a private room where I would meet the masseuse.
I certainly was surprised by this new information. I was thousands of miles away from home in a gay bathhouse waiting for what would certainly be another man giving me a massage. I was both nervous and excited at the same time. I have always been heterosexual, but as I have already said unable to keep a successful relationship because of my travel requirements. I must admit that I have been curious about men having sex with each other.
Just then the door to my private room opened and a tall well-built man walked into the room. He was wearing tight white shorts and a white t-shirt that was also skin-tight.
"Hi, I'm Louis your masseuse. While I prepare for your massage in the other room, just take off your clothes and lie on your back on the massage table. If you feel it is necessary, just use one of the towels on the shelf to cover yourself and I will return when you are ready."
I just nodded my head and watched him as he turned and left the room. I removed my beach tongs, my shorts and my shirt but decided to leave my bikini underwear on. I was nervous about being completely naked while another man had his hands on me. Then I got a towel from the shelf and got up on the massage table. I lie on my back and put the towel over my underwear.
Louis then returned to the room and closed the door. He put some oil on his hands and rubbed them together vigorously to warm up the oil and his hands.
