Chapter 7 -- Massage
I had arrived at my hotel in Dallas, checked in and was trying my key in the door when it suddenly opened and there was a couple coming out. We were all surprised and went to the front desk to clear up the issue. On the elevator ride down, we chatted and I found that they were in town for a conference that his wife was attending. Now the couple was nice looking, mid thirties, she was pretty with an ample chest and ample ass to match. He was nice looking too, with a runners build, about my height but thinner. Her name was Angela, his Mark.
The desk clerk cleared up the problem, moving me to a suite and comping them drinks in the bar. I went to my room and they headed out to for some sightseeing. I ran into them again at the bar that afternoon, we chatted again and had a couple of drinks together. Then, I ran into them again in the restaurant that evening. We talked for awhile after dinner, having another drink or two.
The next morning, I was headed into the workout room and ran into Mark, as he was wrapping up his workout. He was wearing loose fitting running shorts that showed off his slender legs, which were almost hairless, probably due to his fare complexion, as he was blonde with pale blue eyes. He had no tan to speak of, so his white legs glowed against his blue running shorts. He was sweating heavily, obviously finishing a great work out.
As we said hello and asked how the other was doing, I thought I caught him glancing down at my cock, or at least looking me over. He headed off to the sauna as I headed for the treadmill. He was only in the sauna about 15 minutes, said 'see ya later' and waved as he headed out of the workout room. I continued to run, also wondering if he had checked me out or if I had imagined it. I was up to forty minutes when I suddenly got a cramp in my left hamstring. I shut the treadmill off and tried to walk out the cramp, but I had no luck. I sat in the sauna hoping that would relieve my aching muscle, that didn't work either. I finally decided to head back to my room and change into my trunks and try the hot tub.
When the elevator door opened, there was Mark. He was now wearing sweats and smelled clean from a fresh shower. We exchanged comments about continuously running into each other as he walked out of the elevator and I hobbled in.
"Hey, what's wrong with your leg?" He asked.
"Pulled something," I replied, "hurts like hell so I'm headed to the hot tub after I change."
He seemed to hesitate a moment then said, "Well I could probably work it out for you, I worked my way through college as a massage therapist."
"No kidding," I replied, and then added, "I couldn't put you out, you're on vacation here."
He smiled and said, "It's no problem at all, I'd be happy to help out."
The cramping in my leg had me agreeing and we were back in the elevator heading up to my suite. Once in the room, he turned the heat up, saying that cold air blowing in wasn't good for the muscle, and then had me lay across the foot of the bed. He untied and removed my shoes, leaving my socks on, adjusted the drapes to make the room darker, saying the darker room would be more relaxing, and then asked, "Which leg?"
"It's my left thigh," I said and soon felt his soft hands running up and down my upper thigh, pushing my jogging shorts up a bit. He massaged the muscle hard, then soft, then hard again. Soon it began to loosen up and I started feeling much better and much more relaxed. And my cock was beginning to stiffen.
He continued working the back of my leg from the knee to just a few inches below my butt cheek. Each time he moved upwards, he was having to move my shorts out of the way and as he traveled back down, the leg of my shorts would follow.
"You know, if you had these shorts off, I could really handle that top area better."
"Okay, but I have to tell you I'm not wearing anything under my shorts," I replied.
"Oh! I see! Well, I guess that might make you uncomfortable, so..."
I cut him off mid sentence saying, "No, I wouldn't be uncomfortable, I was just letting you know in case you might be."
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then I felt his hands raise my shirt enough to reach the waist band of my shorts and then he eased them off of me, dropping them on the floor near my shoes.
I replied with, "I guess you aren't uncomfortable."
"No, not at all, most of my clients wanted full body, nude massages, of course there was usually a towel, but I'm good this way, if you are."
"Feels great," I replied as he worked my upper thigh, his fingers grazing my butt cheek. After a few minutes of massaging this area, he moved down, past my knee and massaged my calve. He then started back up the right leg, massaging the calve and moving on to the thigh, slowly working his way to the upper thigh and once again his fingers were grazing my butt cheek.
"I hope it's okay that I'm going the right leg too, I just sorta flashed back to my massage therapy days."
"No, this is great," I replied, "massage away!"
He went back to working both legs equally and with each move up my thigh came more contact with my ass cheeks. He was massaging about the bottom fourth of my ass, my shirt was covering the upper portion of my firm globes. As he went back to my calves, I said, "I think I should get this shirt off so you can work my back if you don't mind."
"No problem," he replied and moved quickly to my head and grasped the t-shirt from the bottom, dragging it off of me. "Don't rise up, you might strain that muscle again, I'll get it."
Now I was completely naked and for the first time, I rolled my head to the other side to watch him work. I could clearly see the outline of what appeared to be a nice sized cock under his sweat bottoms. As I scanned up his body, I noticed he was sweating.
"Hey, why don't you pull those sweats off, you look like you are burning up!" I said.
