Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2004 00:50:40 -0400
From: timlester69@netscape.net
Subject: Seduction of My Masseur

Alex was my masseur. He came into my life five years ago.
I was convalescing from back injuries and one day decided
that I would like to have a massage to sooth the sore
muscles. I looked through the Yellow Pages and found lots
of advertisements by masseurs and masseuses, but none of
them was available that day. To this day the same problem
exists in this city that one has to book a couple of days
in advance.

Disappointed, I took up the newspaper and found an ad in
the classified section "therapeutic massage". I answered
the ad and a woman with a Russian accent answered the
phone. She said her husband offered the massage service
but was out on a job. She took my telephone number and
promised she would get him to return my call soon.

A little later a man called Alex telephoned me and
confirmed the appointment for 2pm that afternoon.

Alex came to my house at 2pm sharp, and punctuality was
the pattern I observed thereafter. He was a pleasant
looking man in his late thirties/early forties, of
average height and was solidly built. It was late summer
and he wore white tennis shorts and a white T-shirt which
showed off his good body and firm, bronzed limbs.

While he was setting up the massage table in the living
room I stripped down to my underpants in my bedroom and
returned in a bathrobe. As I approached the table I
suddenly decided that I would get on the table in the
nude. Alex looked a bit surprised when I disrobed
completely. So I asked whether he minded my being nude or
should I put on my underpants. He smiled shyly and said:
"No, I don't mind. It's just that in Australia the men
are usually quite uptight about being massaged in the
nude. In Russia that is natural."

He started with my head and worked his way down to my
feet. As he made long flowing strokes over my torso I was
glad of my decision not to wear my underpants. I had had
other masseurs before and each time they reached the top
of my underpants they would lift their hands to skip the
buttocks and go down to my thighs. The interruption was
always very noticeable.

With Alex, the sensation was wonderful as his hands
kneaded across my lower back, over my buttocks down to my
legs. He kneaded my buttocks carefully (something other
Australian masseurs never do) and really relaxed the
muscles there. He massaged my thighs in three sections:
top, outer side and inner side. For my inner thigh he
would start from my knee and move upwards towards my
buttocks in small circular strokes, which was nice,
especially when occasionally he would brush against my
scrotum ever so lightly. The first time that happened it
was so sexy that I sported an instant erection. That
would be repeated five or six times before he worked
towards my calves and feet. By then my erection would be
almost painful.

Then Alex asked me to turn over. I wondered what he was
going to say when he saw my erection, and gingerly turned
over. He didn't comment on the erection and simply
continued with the massage as though he didn't see it. He
started from my feet and worked towards my abdomen. This
resulted in more accidental brushing of his hand against
my scrotum. I was completely flustered by the
stimulation. I wondered what he was going to do next as
he moved upwards.

Slowly but surely he moved up around my crotch to my
abdomen, ignoring my flagpole. Then he rubbed my stomach
in circular motion, occasionally reaching the base of my
penis, but didn't touch my penis. From there he moved
towards my head.

Eventually the massage ended. Alex asked whether I had
enjoyed it. I said: `Very much. You must come back
again.' He said: `Sure. I will give you a discount if you
take my massage at least once every two weeks.'

So Alex began a fortnightly massage visit from then on.
The experience would be so enjoyable each time that I
would look forward to Alex's visit with great
anticipation. He was not only a good masseur but quite
sweet natured. On the other hand the fact that he never
seemed to go beyond the slight brushing of my scrotum
frustrated me.

One day before Alex's visit one day I laid a magazine on
the coffee table at the spot where he usually set up his
massage table; the magazine was open at the centrefold
showing a picture of a naked man. As he entered the room
I watched his expression. He stopped for a second to look
at the picture but didn't say anything. That day nothing
unusual happened, much to my disappointment.

Several months passed by and I was resigned to the fact
that Alex was never going to satisfy my urges. Then came
a surprise.

It was a warm sunny day and I asked him to set up the
table in my backyard under the pergola. My backyard was
well shielded from the neighbours and so I didn't have to
worry about prying eyes. The warm breeze and the sun
combined to make me really horny, and my erection from
the accidental brushing by Alex's hand against my scrotum
was so hard it almost hurt. Lying on my back I watched
Alex's face as he worked on my legs. Suddenly he applied
two long strokes from my left thigh to the right side of
my abdomen, actually rubbing my penis as his hands moved
across. I let out a groan of ecstasy and my penis sprung
up. He asked, a bit shyly: "Is it OK?" I replied:
"Fantastic! Can you do that again?" He smiled and did it
again, this time with a bit more oil. That was not all -
he wrapped his hand around my penis and massaged it. I
was in seventh heaven! Soon after that I ejaculated in
hot strong jets which hit my face. Alex handed me a towel
to wipe off my semen before proceeding to complete the
massage. I drifted into a beautiful sleep for the rest of
the massage.

The next session I was practically palpitating with
anticipation before Alex arrived. Every stroke seemed to
be doubly ecstatic. As soon as his hand reached my
scrotum I lifted my buttocks to ease the pressure of my
body on my penis. At that moment Alex reached under my
abdomen and began to stroke my penis. I let him do that
for a couple of minutes and turned over. As he resumed
masturbating me I reached over and touched his buttocks.
Seeing that he didn't move away I started to stroke his
buttocks and thighs. Without a word Alex continued to
masturbate me, again with explosive result.

I was quite ready for Alex to raise his fee for such
wonderful extras. But he never mentioned it. After a few
more sessions I asked whether he did that for his other
clients. He said no. The other clients were all straight
men (and women), he replied. So I increased my payment
voluntarily.

Emboldened by Alex's lack of objection to my touching of
his buttocks, one day I reached towards his crotch and
touched him. He froze for a moment, and I dropped my
hands and apologised for doing something he didn't want
to. He said in his typical low-key manner that it was OK.
I asked: "Have you ever had sex with another man?" "No,"
he answered, "I am not gay." I took that as a caution
that I should not touch him anymore.

But a couple of sessions later I could resist the
temptation and tried again. This time he didn't freeze or
say anything. I proceeded to unzip his pants, and still
he didn't object. I pulled down his pants and stroked his
penis through his briefs, finally relieving him of his
briefs all together. All the while he continued to
massage me and my penis.

Amazingly, Alex didn't have an erection throughout that
first session, no matter how vigorously I stroked his
penis. I gave up after he had brought me to orgasm.

The next session the same thing happened, and so I
decided to give him a blow-job. That did the trick. His
10cm flaccid penis became a whopping 20cm. I ended up
with his semen in my mouth as I also ejaculated so hard
my semen hit my forehead.

Over time I developed genuine feelings for Alex as we
continued our massage relationship, for he was always so
sweet and uncalculating. After our ejaculation he would
complete the massage as though it hadn't been
interrupted, giving me the full hour. I would always ask
him to strip all his clothes off before the massage
began, which he complied with. However, Alex would only
let me masturbate or fellate him, drawing the line at
embracing or kissing him on the mouth. He feared that it
would lead to full sex. He didn't want to bring any home
to his wife, he said. I never forced him.

Unfortunately the beautiful massage came to an end two
year ago, when he decided to move to Queensland for the
warmer climate. Down south it rains too much, he said. On
his last visit Alex gave me the most wonderful massage I
had ever had, and I also gave him a massage on the table
in my amateur way. I still remember how beautiful he
looked, his skin glowing in the massage oil as I massaged
every centimetre of his body. He did let me kiss him very
briefly as we stood in a strong embrace before he left.

I stood in my driveway as he drove off, my eyes filled
with tears.

There has not been another Alex in my life. I haven't
tried to seduce another masseur since then either.
Somehow I haven't met another masseur with whom I have
felt like doing it.