Beverly waits until our second drink to say, "Lee, you said you wanted to talk, what is on your mind."
I trust Beverly she is my closest friend. We lived together for a couple of years, then broke up last year in 1974, deciding we like being friends more than being a couple. Occasionally, if the sexual energy is right, we have a sexual interlude. Taking a taste of my drink, I say, "You know how we share our deepest secrets."
"Yes," she says, sitting up in her chair, anticipating something juicy.
"I want to explore being with another man, I wonder what it would feel like." Beverly is bisexual so I know she understands my desires.
"Good for you Lee that is fucking fantastic!" "Bisexuals make much better sex partners. They seem to have the right combination of masculine and female sexual energy." "The fact that you are so good in bed proves what I am saying."
Laughing I say, "Thanks for the complement, it goes for you too." She smiles offering her glass for a toast. Sex was one area that was never a problem for us. After our toast, I express, "I am concern how to make it happen."
She says, "Just visualize it happening, it will happen."
Like her, I am into New Age, familiar with visualizing things happening. Smiling I say, it will be happening soon, I have been doing that for weeks now.
We both laugh as she says, "Visualizing not fantasizing!"
Taking her advice, a couple of days later I read a massage ad in a local gay magazine: "Master Massage by Athlete, call Dave." I decide this is my chance hoping that the therapist might offer more than just a massage, perhaps a manual release or maybe even oral, the very least I would get a massage while fantasying about the therapist. I give him a call making an appointment for later that day.
I arrive at the address realizing Dave's massage studio is in his house. An athletic young man with a goatee, closely cut hair answers my knock wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts. Smiling he says, "Hello, come in, I am Dave."
He is smiling, very friendly which relaxes me. I glance down checking out the very nice bulge between his legs. It is obvious that he has nothing on under his shorts. I follow him to his studio, noticing his fit firm ass. His shorts hang just right, showing off his buttocks.
"Get undress, I will start with you on your stomach." He does not leave the room as most massage therapist do while you are undressing. Excited that he is watching, I undress, lie down on the narrow massage table expecting him to drape me with either a towel or a sheet, but he provides no drape. I think how much difference it makes without the drape. I am vulnerable exposing my ass to this man, thinking, maybe even hoping, he might want my ass.
He starts on my right side working my shoulders and back, using just the right amount of oil massaging my tensed muscles. He asks, "How is the pressure?" "Too much, not enough, just right?"
"Just right," I say, "I love deep massages you are taking me right to my limit." It is a very normal massage until he positions my arms right at the edge of the table with my palms upward. He leans in rubbing his crotch against my hand, resting his hefty cock right in the center of my palm. I feel his warmth through his thin shorts. Is what happening really happening? Does he want me to touch him or is his body just accidentally touching me. I am wondering what I should do. Am I reading this right, if I touch him is he going to ask me what the fuck are you doing? Is he putting his cock there for me to touch, to let him know that I like cock? I am excited about the possibility of something more happening, yet I am very unsure if I am reading the situation right.
He walks to the left side of the table, I look up at him, he smiles, takes off his shirt. He has a sexy well-developed chest, smooth with no hair on it. He oils his hands, works on my left side shoulders and back. He senses out tensed muscles, applying deep pressure with his hands and fingers. I groan as he takes me to my limit of pain, releasing the tension in my muscles. He asks, "Was that too much pressure?"
"No, the pressure is fine." "I am relaxing, enjoying this very much." He looks down at me, positioning his body so that his cock is resting in the palm of my hand. Again, I am wondering just what is going on. Should I touch him or not, all I would have to do is close my hand. I decide to move my hand away to see what happens. I do, he moves my hand back, resting his cock back in my palm. I move my arm letting my hand brush him so it would look like it was an accident, thinking if he does not want me to touch him, he will move away. Instead, he moves in closer, grinding himself into my hand. Yes, he wants me to touch him. I close my hand, squeezing his cock thorough his shorts. Then I slide my hand under his shorts grasping his cock. I am actually holding another man's cock. I wonder what it looks like, will I get to do more than just touch.
As he massages my lower back, I hold his cock in my hand, anticipating his hands on my ass. I want to experience those strong hands doing my ass. His hands touch my ass, I quietly moan. He works my ass just like the other areas. My hand slides down cupping his balls. I roll them in my hands gently squeezing them. His hands move from my ass to my thighs causing him to move his body out of my reach. Reluctantly, I have to release his cock and balls. He is massaging between my legs, touching high upon my thighs and up the sides of my buttocks. He touches intimate parts of my body more than most therapists who have massaged me. I love it, but he stops just before the gets to the right spots. I am thinking how I let him know I am open for more with out saying it directly.
As he moves to my right side, I shift my body slightly opening up my legs to make it easier for his hands to be where I want them. His hands slides right where I want them, I let out a deep moan. Embarrassed, I say, "Dave, This is sort of an unusual massage."
"Yes Lee, it is a little bit unusual, are you enjoying it."
"Yes very much, this is exactly what I hope would happen." I begin to wonder just how far this would go. Lady massage therapists in the past acted similar thought all it really turned out to be was erotic touching without any release. My legs open, he slides his hand all the way up my thighs to my ass, sliding a finger up between my ass cheeks. His strong hands grip my ass cheeks pulling them apart, fingering my tight asshole. I moan, raise my hips up to meet his fingers as he stimulates the most private part of my body.
