I had had many "erotic" massages over the years, all from women. Some of which were memorable, most of which were not. There was the occasional blowjob or finger up the ass but by and large they consisted of a shitty massage and a perfunctory hand job.
One boring afternoon I typed Esalen into the search feature on Craig's List and the first hit was a dude. I skipped over it and looked at a few uninspired postings before coming back to his listing. On an impulse, I clicked it and found it quite intriguing. His name was Chris and he was a multi-modal masseur offering a "wide range" of services. Scrolling down, I was rewarded with a tasteful pic of a handsome nude man somewhere in his 30s who was in excellent shape. As I stared at the photo, I thought, "why not?" At worst I'll get a strong massage and I can always say no to the extras. So, I shot off an email and waited. A few days passed with no reply so I kind of figured it was a CL dead end. Then, one evening I got a reply saying that he had been traveling and was back now and taking appointments. We set something up for later in the week and I was on my way to trying something new.
The day arrived and I was awash in a mixture of arousal and fear. I wasn't sure what to expect and the mystery was intoxicating. I arrived at his place at our agreed upon time and Chris answered the door in a white t-shirt and some yoga pants. He had a kind face and an even tone to his voice that helped calm my racing pulse.
"Come in and make yourself comfortable" he said with an easy grin. "The bathroom is down that hall and the table is all ready for you. When you're ready, just give me a holler and we'll get started."
I began to think I had misjudged Chris and what he was offering. The place was immaculate and well lit and he was dressed like a masseur. There was no hint of sexuality to the experience so far. I cleaned up a bit in the bathroom and undressed before climbing on the table. I draped the towel across my ass and called to Chris. When he entered the room, he dimmed the lights and put on some nice jazz (thank God because I hate that New Age stuff most people play). I could hear him moving about but with my face in the cradle, I couldn't see a thing. Eventually, his hands touched my back and just rested there giving me time to warm to his touch. The massage was typically Esalen with long smooth oily stokes. Chris moved the towel to one side so half my ass was exposed and ran his strong hands from ankle to lower back in one continuous motion. I was in a state of total bliss and let myself go, relaxing into his work.
I was shaken out of my stupor when his cock brushed against my hip. I had not realized that Chris had disrobed (traditional for Esalen) and I jumped a bit at the contact.
"Are you ok?" he asked sounding a bit surprised himself.
