It was about 3 o'clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. My boss stopped by and looked at the paltry pile in my inbox and suggested I take the rest of the day off. Big deal, two extra hours. I had to wait for the train after 5 anyway. Two hours to kill. What to do? I wandered out into the street, slipped into a bookstore for a few minutes and then walked towards the train station. Then I remembered the massage parlor.
For years I had been going to the rub 'n tugs. I figured it wasn't really cheating, my wife wouldn't know the difference and I hadn't actually had sex. Usually I paid my fee and the girls massaged me and gave me a pretty good handjob but nothing more. Well, occasionally I'd massage their breasts through their flimsy t-shirts and would hold onto their asses as I climaxed, but nothing more. Yes, the parlor would be a good way to kill some time before my train came.
I walked into the parlour and Stacey, who had massaged me in the past, was at the front. "Hi!" she shouted and smiled. "Be with you in a minute," she said, pointing to the chairs and magazines. She locked the door and disappeared into the back for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and another guy came in. Then another guy. Stacey had her hands full at front. It didn't look as if they had a full staff, and why would they in the middle of the afternoon.
After a few minutes Stacey waived me down the hallway and followed me into a waiting massage room. I paid my fee then started taking off my clothes as she watched and smiled. Then the doorbell rang again. "Oh damn," she said. "I can't believe this. Just a sec." I finished taking off my clothes and lay down on my stomach on the gurney. I loved the feeling of my naked body on the soft cotton sheets, and looking down through the hole in the table, as I had so often before.
Stacey opened the door after a couple of minutes. "I'm sorry, John," she said. "It's just too busy and I can't get away from the front and none of the other girls are busy. I'm afraid it's going to be a long wait. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay," I said. "Too bad, I was really horny." I got up on my side. Stacey looked at my rockhard cock and frowned.
"Wait a minute," she said and came into the room and closed it behind her. "There is one option, but you might not like it."
"What is it?"
"Well, we do have one guy on staff who--"
"A guy? Forget it."
"Are you sure? He gives a good massage and could help you with this little--I mean big--problem," she said, her cold hand enveloping my veined member.
"I don't think so," I said. "I'm not gay."
"You would hardly know the difference. It's almost dark in here. I'll give you a free one next time if you try it out. He's not making much money except with some of the odd women who walk in here, and I mean odd."
I sighed. I'd never been with a guy or had really been interested. But I did want to get off. "Maybe he could massage me and then I'll take care of it myself," I said.
Stacey smiled. "Okay, good. Now lie back down." As I lay down she stroked my cock gently, but the doorbell rang and she scooted out.
I lay down on my stomach again. Well, this was weird. My cock shrivelled into its foreskin. I listened to the jazz music cooing out of the radio. My ass tensed at the thought of a guy touching me. My arms lay rigid at my sides. What the fuck was I thinking? I'd decided to stand up when the door opened and closed behind me. Then I saw a pair of sandalled feet through the hole in the table. "Hi there. I'm Ted. Stacey says you're pretty uncomfortable. If you don't want to do this, that's okay. I prefer women, too." He rubbed his hands over my shoulder blade and shoulder. It did feel like of good. Maybe a massage wouldn't be such a bad thing. It had been pretty tense at work lately.
"No, it's okay, Ted, go ahead, I can use a good massage."
