I had a roommate in college named Martin. We were decent friends, although, we had little in common, we'd sometimes hang out and talk a bit. I was a bit of a typical jock. I was always working out and didn't really have much to say. My life was about hitting the gym and I'd been getting pretty ripped and that was it. Whereas he didn't really care much about my sports and he was more interested in reading books and studying. I could never understand how he could be so sedentary.
Life went on. I'd always be working out. Coming home stretching. He'd be at the books. Then one day, he asked if he could use me to help with his course on physiology, identifying body parts. He was studying to be a masseuse.
I said, "Okay."
Martin said, "Great."
"Lie on the bed on my stomach." He got his book and put it by my side and started poking and prodding me.
"Ouch that hurts." That area under my shoulder blade was sore from overdoing it.
He pointed out, "It shouldn't hurt. You are probably nursing an injury."
"I overdo it a bit."
He kept on going through my entire body and finding all these places that hurt and he would poke each and every one of them too hard and then point out another injury.
I was a little bit annoyed that he wasn't more gentle.
Then he finished and thanked me and went back to his bed.
I asked, "Did you figure out what you are trying to figure out."
He said, "Yes, but I feel bad that I have so many injuries. You should be getting massages to avoid having chronic problems."
I said, "Thanks but that's a bit too expensive."
He said, "That's part of my training as a therapist and although I'm not yet certified, I do need to have a certain number of hours of practice and would be glad to do some work on you if you don't mind that I'll be learning and that you'll need to give feedback."
I said, "Okay."
He said, "Great. Let me practice by doing it exactly how I'm taught. I'll leave the room and you take off your shirt and pants and get under this towel."
I did what he said, leaving my underwear on and got under the towel.
He got to the room and gave a really thorough and good massage. I'd never been massaged before let alone massaged by a man. But he was very professional. Always covering and uncovering anything and he massaged me till I was almost asleep.
It was a little bit weird when he massaged my butt but even that seemed pretty professional.
He even had special massage oil. Which really felt good.
This became a bit of a routine. He'd offer massages and it did in fact help out a lot of my sore points. I pointed out what felt good. What didn't. He asked questions about my different body parts and his strokes. I told him what I liked and what I didn't. He became an expert at massaging me exactly the way I wanted it.
One day he came back drunk which was odd for him and then decided that he'd give me a massage. It was kind of funny but I figured why not. He wasn't very professional, though. He looked at me and said, "Take off your clothes." I took them off in front of him while he watched.
He then massaged me on my back without any towel covering me, but it was his normal massage, although his hands were not quite as coordinated. He then said turn over. I was a bit embarrassed without a towel, but, I was pretty comfortable with him and quickly relaxed. He already knew my body well enough that it didn't matter. I turned over. He massaged me professionally but was preoccupied and stopped every so often while holding different body parts. His hands roamed from the muscles on my shoulders down my chest to my stomach and waist and he started to take them away.
But, before letting go, he stopped completely and changed his mind and laid them warmly on my waist, and he looked at me seriously and said, you know I've given you a lot of massages.
"Yeah," I said, thinking, uh oh, my free massage routine is history. Was he going to want massages back? I don't think I'd like to massage him. I wasn't planning on being a masseuse. I didn't say anything and just waited.
He said, "I think it's only fair if I tell you that I'm gay. Is that okay?"
I said, "Sure."
He smiled and said, "I'm so relieved. I felt a little bit bad that I didn't tell you."
"That's okay," I said.
Then he let go of me and went to his bed and to sleep.
The massages proceeded as always except now he didn't cover me with the towel quite as much and didn't bother with leaving for me to get undressed.
I also suspected that perhaps the work he did on my butt was excessive especially because that was one body part that I had no problem with. He even admitted one day that I have a beautiful butt while massaging it.
I was surprised for a second and then answered, "Thanks." He then rubbed it a little extra. The truth is that I've gotten this complement from women as well. And I've even had a girl friend or two that touched it quite obsessively which was fun. No big deal.
He then added, "You should know that I'm a virgin. I've never done anything with a guy."
I said, "Wow. You should find someone. There's no reason not to have a love life."
This whole time he was massaging my butt. I now understood why he was particularly obsessed with it. But, it was harmless, felt good, and I felt less guilty about never giving him a massage and getting so much from him.
But, I also realized that his exploring was a bit unprofessional. He got closer and closer to my hole when I was on my stomach. He even managed to let some oil drip over it which made it feel very itchy and I felt odd about touching it and wiping it with him there.
