Going to a man for a massage just never occurred to me. But recently the idea had become more and more appealing until the need had to be satisfied. I imagined all kinds of wild situations and none of them involved a backrub! I decided to finally act on this growing urgency, looked around and finally stumbled on the idea of searching the gay personal ads.
Eric had a gentle yet strong and reassuring voice. I couldn't say what I wanted, exactly, all I had was my daydreams to go by, but he said he was up for the job whatever it entailed, and that I would go away happy. I just alluded to my 'situation' and his reaction put me at ease immediately, saying he understood completely and had lots of experience. Whoever the client, he always enjoyed his work. He promised my satisfaction even though I didn't say exactly what I expected.
When I arrived at his inconspicuous town home he answered the door wearing only loose shorts and sandals. A younger man, he was about my height and weight but more muscular as his smooth hairless chest and well defined arms attested. His friendly smile helped me relax as I envied his thick head of short dark hair!
"Hi, you must be Ron, come in" he said, turning to lead me upstairs to a dimly lit room. He tells me to undress and get under the sheet on the table and that he'll be back soon.
I slowly strip and hang my clothes on the hooks on the wall. Before removing my glasses I take a look at myself in the full length mirror, trying to twist into an impossible position where I can see my ass. 'Not too bad for fifty... still pretty firm and smooth...wonder if he'll like it...hell, he's seen a lot worse...he does this for a living after all...gotta work on that belly...'
Finally I climb up on the table and start to imagine what's in store. How do I tell him what I crave? I couldn't imagine saying I fantasized about being coaxed to my knees, sucking a stiff cock, and then laying on my belly to take it in my tight asshole.
On my back on the table I wait covered by the flimsy sheet, unnecessary really in the warm room. The flickering candlelight on the walls and non-music soothing me before I ever felt his touch. 'Where do they get that music anyway?' I wonder.
Eric enters and says "If you're comfortable we can begin."
I mumble "um...ok...yeah..." and he pulls the sheet down to my waist. I get a whiff of the slightly fragrant oil as he pours some on his hands and rubs them together. His hands are warm and slippery on my skin, but I jump a little at his touch anyway.
"First time?" he asks, without stopping. I wonder for a second if he means first massage or first time indulging my cocksucking fantasies.
