A few weeks ago I met up with a good friend Casey for a few drinks. We usually get together once every two to three weeks to catch up. I am straight and Casey is my only gay friend.
Casey and I met several years ago before I knew he was gay and we became great friends. He eventually came out to me and although I was a little uncomfortable at the time, our friendship never suffered. Over the years I learned a lot and supported gay issues, and I became very comfortable just by hanging out with Casey and his friends on occasion.
While we were at the bar after having several drinks the conversation turned to relationships, and Casey asked me if I had ever considered living out my fantasy.
"I don't think that will ever happen," I said. "How could it?"
I confessed to Casey about a year ago that as a teenager I would notice an attractive man's chest. I wasn't really attracted to men, but for some reason a man with the right chest caught my attention. Now, I have always adored women and I have been married for about ten years, but I told Casey that I was curious about touching a man's chest and body and seeing where that led. I wasn't sure I wanted to have sex with a man, but the idea of running my hands over his chest, getting his nipples hard, and maybe seeing or touching other parts of his body was a fantasy that likely would never be fulfilled, and probably shouldn't.
"Well why not," he said. "You should at least try it once to get it out of your system. You said you think about it frequently, so why haven't you thought of at least trying to meet someone?"
"I wouldn't have a clue how to do that, and I'm married! I can't just go to a gay bar! What if someone that I knew saw me? I'm not even gay and I would be labeled as such and who knows, word may get back to my wife!
"That's not what I meant," Casey said. "I can help you if you want it to be discreet. I happen to know a guy that gives erotic massages. He's gay, extremely nice, very attractive, and he lets some of his clients touch him as he gives the massage. All you have to do is set aside about 90 minutes and you can at least give it a try. If you don't want to do anything, the worst you will come away with is a good massage or be out a few bucks."
"I don't know," I said. "What if I don't find him attractive? And what do you mean by erotic? What does he do?"
"John, all he will do is give you a massage. He explains everything before you start and you are free to walk at any time. If you don't want to be touched erotically, just let him know. He will let you know if you can touch him. It's as simple as that. Here is a picture of the guy. His name is Jack. I'll even call for you to set up the appointment."
I took the picture, although I was a little suspicious that Casey carried it around with him. Jack was in jeans with no shirt or socks. I must say for man he actually was pretty attractive. Jack had a strong hairless chest with larger than average nipples like my own. I not as strong as Jack, but I'm reasonably trim and have been told that I'm good looking. As I looked at the picture, I realized that this was probably my only chance to get this out of my system. Jack was good looking, and I didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to. It seemed easy enough. It's just a massage.
"OK," I said. "Make the call. I can do it next weekend. Michelle is going out of town to meet up with her friends from college, so it's now or never."
Casey called me early in the week and told me it was set up for Saturday afternoon. I was to go over to Jack's apartment which is where he did his work. Casey said to just dress casually and Jack will take care of me, "And don't worry!" he said.
All week I was in turmoil. Could I really go through with this? I tried to keep myself calm and not think about it, but as Friday night came I began to think of my fantasies again and the anxiety was high. I dropped Michelle at the airport, and then went to the gym to get my mind off it. After a relaxing evening at home alone, Saturday came in a hurry.
I played basketball with some friends in the morning, came home and showered and then got ready to go. Between the basketball and gym, I was feeling a little stiff and sore and was looking forward to the massage.
Jack lived in a nice part of downtown. When I arrived, I knocked on his door and he appeared almost instantly with a smile on his face and wearing a nice black robe. We said hello and he invited me in. Jack told me to leave my shoes by the door and to follow him to the back room.
When we arrived I noticed a large massage table in the middle of the room, chairs and a couch on the walls, and some tables with various oils, rocks, and other stuff that I guessed was used in massages. Soft soothing music was playing and Jack asked me to take a seat.
We chatted for several minutes and I quickly became at ease. Jack was very good at getting me to loosen up and relax. Eventually he began to explain how things worked.
"Just like the massage you might get a day spa, you take off your clothes, lay face down on the table, and you can put a towel over you if you want. It's completely optional here. I'm usually undressed as well unless that makes you uncomfortable, and I'll start with a nice soothing massage of your legs and feet. I'll then move up to your back. After we are done with your back side, you will roll over and we will do your front. It's very similar, but hopefully a little more erotic and sensual.
By the way, it's completely OK if you get aroused. I know most men fear this the most and end up being tense the whole time. For an erotic massage, it's natural that you may get aroused. Just don't worry about it at all. You are supposed to feel that way. Also, since I may be unclothed as well, you may notice me being aroused. If that bothers you, just let me know. It just happens sometimes as part of the erotic mood I try to create.
Also, if you want to touch me, go right ahead. I'll let you know if there is anything I don't like, and you should let me know if there is anything you don't like or any areas you want me to avoid. How does that sound?"
