Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2009 21:04:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: nhdare2bgreat@yahoo.com
Subject: Spa Treatment

Let me first start off by saying that this story is 100% true.  How do I
know it's true?  Because this is the story of my first encounter with
another man and I am telling it EXACTLY as it happened.

I am a somewhat of an attractive guy who is in my mid-twenties and manages
to keep in shape by playing sports and hitting the gym.  I also consider
myself to be fairly open- minded and willing to try almost anything once;
having said that though, my first experience with another man was totally
unplanned and unexpected, although it did end up being thoroughly enjoyed.

A buddy of mine and I are music lovers, more specifically jazz lovers and
so we make an attempt to head to the Montreal Jazz Festival every year to
take in the sites and to hear some great music.  Well this summer was no
different, so we drove to Montreal and booked a hotel in the downtown area.
On the first day there, we mainly just walked around all the local
hot-spots and did a lot of people watching.  Well since Montreal is such a
beautiful city we ended up doing quite a bit of walking around and never
once got into a vehicle the entire weekend we were there.  By the second
day though, all the walking was starting to take a toll on my legs and
although it was manageable, I still wanted to relax a little bit and get a
massage later in the afternoon because I was on vacation after all.

I mentioned getting a massage to my companion and he was all for it as
well.  So we went back to the hotel room and opened a phone book to find a
local spa that could take us both that afternoon.  We found a place less
than a block away and managed to schedule an appointment for within the
hour.  When we arrived at the spa, it was very luxurious and was very
reminiscent of those resort spas down in the Caribbean Islands.  Both my
friend and I were very impressed as we settled down in the "Relaxation
Room" while waiting to be called in for our massage.

Less than 10 minutes later, a middle-aged woman came into the room and
called my name to follow her.  She guided me into a massage room off the
main hall and told to me to disrobe to a level that I was comfortable with
and to get under the covers on the massage table when I was ready.  As she
walked out, she told me that the masseuse would be in shortly.

Now I am definitely not a prude when it comes to nudity and have always
preferred to be fully nude during my massages, so with that I stripped down
and slid face-down under the linen sheet.  Within a few minutes, there was
a soft knock on the door and my masseuse walked in after hearing that I was
in place.  I picked my head up from the rest to say hello and explain where
I would like the massage to be concentrated, but as I did that, I was met
with a little bit of a surprise because my masseuse turned out to be a man!

Now I have had numerous massages in my day, but they were all done by
women.  I can't be certain if I have requested it that way or if that's
just how it turned out, but needless to say, I was just a tad apprehensive
when I realized I was about to be massaged by a male masseuse.  I soon
recovered from my shock however, because I am open-minded like I said and
am definitely not a homophobe and also because I thought that he might be
able to do a better job of working out the knots in my back, merely due to
the fact that he appeared to be well-built with good upper body strength.

So I relaxed and he introduced himself as Matt.  We spoke briefly and I
told him that my upper-back could use some extra attention, as well as my
legs, due to all the walking of the weekend. He said it wouldn't be a
problem and to lay back facedown onto the table.  With that, he folded the
sheet down to my waist and started rubbing oil into his palms.  He began
massaging both my upper and lower back, as well as my arms and hands.  As I
had guessed correctly, he did do a wonderful job of working the knots and
kinks out of my back and I was grateful that I didn't make a big deal out
of him being a guy.

He finished with my back and arms and went to start on my legs.  But in
order for him to do that, he had to fold back the sheet in a manner that
gave him access to my legs.  He only needed access to one leg at a time, so
he folded the sheet in a manor to expose one leg and the majority of one of
my buttocks and with that, he then began massaging and loosening up the
tightness in my leg.  He was very skilled and my stiffness and pain was
melting away underneath his touch.  He finished with one leg and began
folding the sheet once again to allow for better access.  The sheet ended
up being folded in a long strip, about 8 inches wide and a couple feet
long, and was draped lengthwise down my body so it was only covering the
center of my buttocks and between my legs.  I didn't mind this at all,
because I knew that was normal procedure for a massage and have actually
always been kind of impressed with how they are able to fold the sheets so
neatly - almost like origami with bed linens.

As he started working up and down on my other leg, I felt him getting
awfully close to my inner thigh.  I didn't notice it too much at first,
because again I knew this to be par for the course and figured that if he
was getting closer than my other masseuses had it was probably because he
was a guy and knew exactly how far he could go before touching anything
"sensitive".  So without any protests from me, he continued working my leg
and then moved on to my hip and my partially exposed butt cheek.  But as he
kneaded my cheek though, I felt him gently slide the sheet completely OFF
of me and continue on with the massage.  I knew that because of his
ministrations that he would be able to clearly see my asshole and balls and
I was now shocked and definitely confused because I didn't feel as if this
was proper protocol for a massage.  I began thinking that maybe this guy
was coming on to me or maybe I inadvertently went to a gay spa or
something!  I quickly scolded myself though because it was obvious upon
first entering the establishment that this was a legitimate business with
upscale clientele and not some back-alley Asian massage parlor. Plus I
thought, throughout the massage he hasn't touched me inappropriately or
suggested that this massage was anything but standard and professional.
And just as quickly as I first became alarmed, he finished my back and
unfolded the sheet to cover me back up.

After being covered back up by the sheet, he then told me to flip, face-up,
onto my back so he could continue the massage.  I did as he requested and
he once again folded the sheet in a manner so that only my upper body was
exposed and the rest was covered by the sheet.  As he massaged my chest,
neck, and arms, I started thinking about how I would've reacted if he had
actually tried to seduce me.  The longer I kept thinking about it though,
the more I started to become turned on by the idea.  This revelation took
me by surprise because I had never fantasized about another man before this
day, but like it or not, there I was on a massage table, getting turned on
by another man, and to make matters worse, my dick start to harden a little
bit!  I was a little nervous at that point because I didn't want it to
become obvious that I had a slight erection, but the more he worked on me,
the harder it became.  Fortunately, the sheets managed to mask it at first,
but I am fairly well-endowed at over 8 inches long, so I knew the sheet
wasn't going to conceal it forever.  By that time though, he had folded the
sheet once again to begin working on the front on my thighs and the only
part of me that was covered was my ever increasing erection.

At this point, I was about to apologize for the embarrassing reaction I was
having to a guy who was clearly just trying to do his job, when I felt his
fingertips graze my balls resting against my thigh.  I thought it was an
accident and I spread my legs a little wider apart to give the guy room
enough to massage my inner thigh without having to worry about touching my
ball sack.  But right after I had widened my legs, he brushed past my balls
again and it was then that I knew this guy was planning more than just a
massage.  Once that revelation hit me, I became fully aroused almost
instantly and no amount of bed sheets could conceal that fact.

I felt him slip the sheet completely off of me once again and without any
restrictions then, my erection sprang free and slapped against my stomach.
But even then, he continued the massage like this was an everyday
occurrence (maybe it was for him - but certainly not me!).  He moved his
oiled hands up to my stomach and casually brushed the full length of my
engorged cock with the sides of his hands.  I wasn't sure if he was waiting
for me to say something or even to just open my eyes, but instead my dick
jerked up at the touch and I guess that was all the invitation he needed
because he then grasped my entire cock with both hands and began slowly
stroking it for me.  It felt AMAZING and I was in heaven!  I started
groaning a little and began slowly thrusting my hips in rhythm to his
pumping, when all of a sudden I felt him lean forward and take my throbbing
erection into his mouth!!  My eyes flew open and I nearly came right there
on the spot - this guy was such a talented cocksucker!

The masseuse was simultaneously swallowing my cock with his mouth, pumping
the base of it with one hand, and massaging my balls with the other hand.
How I lasted as long as I did, I will never know, but I do know what sent
me over the edge was when he took on of his oil-covered fingers and slipped
it up my ass!  With that, I EXPLODED down this guy's throat and moaned so
loudly that I'm surprised no one gave me any strange looks when I finally
left there.  I had the most intense orgasm of my life and was still
shivering a little when he released my spent cock from his mouth and
casually went to the sink to lather up a small hand towel to clean me off
with.

After he soaped up my cock and balls, he wiped them clean with another
towel and then leaned over and told me to take as much time as I needed and
to head up to the lobby when I was fully dressed.  And with that, he walked
out of the massage room, I dressed after talking a few minutes to compose
myself, and then met up with my buddy who was already waiting for me in the
Relaxation Room.  We then went to the lobby of the spa, paid for our
massages and left to continue our weekend in Montreal.  As we were walking
out though, my friend asked me why I had tipped my masseuse so well after
he saw my receipt and I merely explained to him with a shrug that I guess I
was just in a generous mood.

And that was my very first experience ever with a man and I think it's safe
to say that it definitely won't be my last.