I'm on the table waiting for the masseuse. I've got my eyes closed and in my mind I am working on another chapter to my "Sensual, Sexy Massage Therapist" fantasy.
I am watching that hot little vixen go down on my girlfriend when, in the distance of my head I hear the sound of footfalls drawing near.
Open my eyes and there I see one of the spa's male attendants. His back is to me as he works at the attendant's table. He's got sandy, blond hair, cut surfer-boy style, deeply tanned skin and is wearing white shorts and a matching tee shirt that cling tightly to his superhero-like body.
I am in total awe and cannot help but stare.
- Christ... he looks like a mountain of solid muscle...
I'm still staring when he turns to me and says, "Hi, I'm Lonnie."
Silence...
...Silence...
My mind hiccups and jiggers to and fro as it sputters to access the speech functions...
"I ... ah... ummmmm... hi...," I stutter, coughing to buy time. "... I'm Charley."
"Hello Charley. Nice to meet you." Lonnie looks at his clipboard and then turns back to me. "You're here for a full body, deep tissue, yes?"
I stare back at him.
Silence...
- That's what I said I wanted when I made the appointment. It's just that I'm not so sure about having a GUY give it to me...
"Yeah...," I finally say. "But... ummmmm.... I wasn't expecting you to be a guy.... Where is Jenna, the girl who usually takes care of me?"
"Oh... Jenna's moved on to manage another site." Lonnie smiles and then adds, "Hey man, don't worry about it. I'm a professional."
"It's just that I've never had a guy... well, I've never had a guy touch my body like that," I confide, blushing.
Again, Lonnie smiles. "I hear that all the time. Don't worry about it, man. Like I said, I'm a professional."
More silence as I ponder my decision and every possible implication from every possible angle.
- What would it mean to have a guy touching my body for so long?'
- What if I get an erection? Does that mean I'm gay?
- Is HE gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that...
- What'll I do if he tries to put the 'moves' on me?
- What if I like it...?
All the while my head spins with crippling and circular inquiry, Lonnie is prepping his oils and towels and before I know it, Lonnie gets started....
He's a true pro and can clearly sense my unease. He makes small talk, guy talk mostly: Women, sports and dirty jokes - topics to put my homophobia to rest.
There is a certain quality to his voice - velvety smooth and calm; it makes me WANT to hear him talk. He goes on and on but I'm not hearing what he's saying as I am lost in the sound of his voice.
I close my eyes and relax as Lonnie talks and works away. My apprehensions fade and I drift off into a semi-dreamlike state. I feel my body grow warmer and warmer under his magic touch and before long I am putty in his hands.
Lonnie moves around to the head of the table as he works my upper back, neck and shoulders. His smooth voice seems to project directly into my mind, like I am not so much hearing him talk as I am receiving his thoughts.
He instructs me to flip onto my back and I wordlessly comply. Back to work, Lonnie's powerful hands cradle the back of my head and from there he gently inches me back so that my head hangs back over the edge of the table.
I open my eyes to see that I am looking directly into the crotch of Lonnie's tight, white shorts. From this vantage point I can clearly see an obscenely huge bulge extending down along his left inner thigh. It is very thick and very long, stretching all the way down to within an inch of the cuff of his shorts.
My first reaction is total disbelief.
- Nobody has a dick like that!
Then, as if he can read my mind, Lonnie moves in closer so that his crotch brushes across my nose and I feel the unmistakable squish of hot, living flesh under the fabric of his shorts.
- Holy Christ! That thing is REAL!
"Getting hot in here," says Lonnie, drawing away. "Mind if I lose the shirt?"
He strips away the tight tee before the question even registers with me. If I cared, I'd notice that his torso is cut like chiseled marble, waxed and smooth like polished stone. As it is, I cannot get over the massive bulge in Lonnie's shorts and the realization that I am aroused...
to be continued...
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