I found him in the classifieds, this was in the late 90's, long before internet and the kind information I was looking for was hard to come by for a naive but sexually charged 22 year. I was so nervous, I almost didn't get to the door. Once inside his townhouse he told me about his massage therapy rates, there were 3 styles of massages he offered and the third was a "Swedish Sensual" style, which was the most expensive but really only something like $20 more than the deep tissue massage. I was way too nervous to seriously consider taking him up on a sensual massage even though that's what I so desperately wanted so we went through the motions of a deep tissues massage. He told me the price and I paid cash of course.
He was in good shape, 5'10 maybe, tanned with brown hair, late forties-ish and was wearing a t-shirt with red volleyball shorts and bare feet.
I was 22 years old, pretty sure I was straight. I had never experienced a sexual encounter with another man but I couldn't stand it anymore, I was so horny for cock, just the word excited me. I had checked out gay porn but I just wasn't into it, it was always so cheesy and I couldn't see myself making love or fucking a man. I was really into bi-sexual porn and it seemed so long as a girl was involved I could relish the man to man love. After years of frustration, I had to check out the real thing but I didn't know where or how to start. I as so naive on the ways of the world. I wasn't gay and I had no interest in men for any kind of relationship, I was still very into chicks but I couldn't shake the thought of cocks and balls, it was becoming an unstoppable obsession. I had to see a cock in the flesh. I wasn't into men, I was into cock, I wanted to see and touch balls.
Next thing I knew I was face down on the massage table. He was making light conversation while giving me a proper rub down, this guy was legit on his therapy and told me he'd been doing this for many years. He had worked at a reputable massage therapy clinic but there was no money to be made by not being the owner so he moved his business to his house as there was no overhead, his own hours and no boss.
His hands were powerful but so soft and he squeezed me deep and intense. I loved it, he worked my neck, back and gave me tingles on my arms before he moved down to my legs. As he was rubbing my legs his strong hands would glance on the bottom of my cheeks on each pass just under the towel that was covering my mid-section.
He was working me like pro. I began to wonder about the "Swedish" massage, I mean it had to be what I thought it would be, didn't it? As he continued to touch me my cock hardened under me laying on my stomach and I couldn't stand it. I sheepishly asked about the details of the "Swedish" massage, still being nervous that I might be asking for something illegal and what if he was a cop or some shit? He smiled and said
"I'm surprised you are inquiring now, you seemed pretty determined to stick with the deep tissue massage, it's a full rub down like this but more sensual"
He told me the Swedish style was something he did only for a few clients and only by request. He gave me no others details on what that entailed. I asked him if we could do that and with a calm smile and an assuring tone he said he'd do it. He delicately yet with purpose began to massage my ass, pressing deep, underneath the towel. I had never had anyone touch my bare bum before and it felt wonderful. I was trying hard and I imagine very non-discreetly to subtly shift myself to widen my thighs apart, desperate for him to move his hands further.
Each time he pushed upwards his fingers would gradually go a little higher between my thighs and graze my under side. After about the 5th one his knuckles made contact with my balls and I was ready to burst my nut right there. My mind was playing tricks with me, I mean what if the Swedish style wasn't what I was hoping it was. He had to know he had touched my balls didn't he? Shit, maybe he didn't and this was just part of the quote "sensual" massage.
He asked me to turn over. I froze, I was hard as rock and laying on my front had protected me from exposing my desires and fantasies by way of my hard cock. I mean what if these fantasies for cock and balls were only that, just fantasies? I carefully turned over under the towel, which must have looked ridiculous as I tried to hide my hard on, it was dead obvious under the white towel, my dick was sticking straight up towards my stomach.
He moved to the top of the massage table and began rubbing my shoulders and chest, running his hands over my nipples and in a swiping motion was rubbing me all over, another new experience for me and holy shit was this awesome or what?
With a little more small talk he then asked me if I had ever had a Swedish massage before, I told him in one word, "no."
He moved to the front of my legs and began running his hands all the way under the towel and again but the 3rd or 4th pass he grazed my testicles ever so gently. He must have sensed my tension as he continued doing it until he simple lifted the towel from me. He smiled while starring at my cock on display. I was totally embarrassed. In the same motion he dropped the towel to the floor and grasped my cock with one hand. Oh... man it felt so fucking good.
"This is just part of a sensual massage, there are many erogenous zones on the body."
He was holding my cock upright with one hand and as he applied some warm massage oil directly onto my dick and dribbled some onto my balls.
"I see you have shaved yourself neatly."
As he placed his hand on my cock and the other on my aching balls. He began slowly stroking my cock from the base to the head in one smooth continuous motion. His hand was so soft and he palmed the head of my cock each time he passed over it. My cock was slippery in his hand and he was delicate with it, almost teasing it as opposed to a hard stroking motion. I wiggled a little trying to stop his awesome rubbing as I was worried I'd cum imminently from all the build-up and tension from the situation.
"Do you like it?"
"Y...Y...Ye...Yes" I could barley speak.
He asked me if I'd ever had a massage on my cock. He used to word "cock" which was exactly what I wanted to hear.
I told him how nervous I was, that I had never had a man touch me before, that I nearly chickened out and that I was straight, he need to know I was straight.
He chuckled quietly while he stroked my cock and rubbed my balls in circular motion stirring the cum building inside me. His tone was calm and he explained that it didn't matter that he was a man, touching me, it was simply a pleasure to have a sensual massage because it felt good, no matter who was doing it, straight or not, man or women.
He had a point.
I asked him if he was gay?
