Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2013 06:42:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: vintage thrills;  45. Massage Group

45. Massage Group

In my later years I have continued to remain cautious as far as male
contact goes, but find that I still crave an occasional safe sensual
experience with other men.  A few years ago a friend told me about a male
nude massage group that was meeting regularly in Greenwich Village.
Sounded great and it was.  I went two or three times and the routine was
always pretty much the same.

The group operated as a legitimate massage training class. The guys in the
class were a mixed group of all ages and types.  There were some quite
young guys in their twenties and a few over sixty, but most were fortyish.
Some were in good shape, and were fitness buffs.  Others were definitely
not; in fact one funny memory is of a thin sad-faced guy, who during
introductions explained the bruises on his face and arm as the result of
falling down a manhole that same day!

The leader devoted the first half hour or so to stretching and
getting-to-know-you type exercises. After that came what was for me the
most sensual, exciting part of the whole evening.  It was called something
like "transformation," as when a moth changes into a butterfly.  The first
time it happened it absolutely stunned me.  In the simplest terms it was
just our getting naked.  I don't know why it was so exciting for me, since
I knew in advance that the training was to be done in the nude.  But it was
the way it happened.  We were in small groups of four guys each.  One
member of each group was chosen to be blindfolded with a scarf. He was
slowly turned and spun around by the other three and then we slowly,
sensually, stripped him.  With instructions from the leader, we touched his
body lightly as we removed one piece of clothing after another.  New age
music played in the background, and it was all very ethereal.  When he was
fully nude, the
 blindfold was removed and he selected the next member of the group to
undergo the transformation process.  There was something supremely exciting
about feeling somewhat helpless and in the care of a group of friendly
strangers, as, blindfolded, you were turned and stripped as your body parts
were lightly brushed, touched and teased. Eventually we were all naked, and
I noticed that our instructor had also, at some point when I wasn't paying
attention, removed his.  The instructor, Burt, proceeded to the formal
instruction of massage techniques and taught us four or five common
techniques.  He asked for a volunteer from the group who hopped up on one
of the tables and Burt demonstrated each stroke or movement on the
volunteer.

It was clear that most, if not all of the group was gay or bi, and that
nearly everybody was there for the purpose of sexual gratification rather
than, or in addition to, learning how to give a massage.  Actually, in
speaking to some of the guys afterward, I learned that a few were planning
to become masseurs and were hoping to advertise and earn a few bucks.  But
for most of us the evening was a sexy lark. As he wound up his
demonstration Burt stated matter-of-factly that genital massage was
permitted, if the person on the table did not object.  There was to be no
touching of the asscrack or anus for hygienic reasons, and no pressure on
the spine for safety reasons .He also discouraged masturbatory movements
(which he demonstrated on the subject as though we didn't know what jerking
off looked like) since he did not want anyone to ejaculate during the
session.  "It reduces energy and is not why we're here," he proclaimed
primly.  Apart from up and
 down pumping, all other forms of touching and rubbing of the cock and
balls were permitted.  He advised anyone who was about to be massaged to
announce to the group in advance any type of touching they did not want,
such as no genital touching or no touching of the face.

Each group consisted of four guys around a table with one guy on top
getting a massage and three guys around him doing the massaging.  It was
great!! Everyone has a chance to get a massage, and everyone rotates from
one table to the next, so that the group gets thoroughly mixed up by the
end of the evening.  There is still some jockeying for position next to the
most attractive guys. The drill starts with a guy lying on his stomach and
getting his back and ass massaged, and then the three masseurs rotate to
the next table, while the guy getting massaged turns over.  Three new guys
move to his table and massage the front of his body. So eventually everyone
is massaged front and back by six different guys.  That's the way it works
most of the time.  Sometimes the total number of participants doesn't break
down into groups of four, so some changes in the routine are made. I
noticed that when there was a particularly juicy hunk in the group, some
guys
 did some fancy footwork to manage to rotate to that guy's table when he
was due for a frontal massage.

On a busy night, when twenty or more guys show up, it is a highly sensual
experience to be in a room with so many naked (mostly horny) guys. It can
also be frustrating, since release is not part of the usual experience.
Actually, the last time I went to one of these massage groups, a new
leader, Erik, was permitting a voluntary circle jerk after the session
proper. That was a welcome surprise since the previous times I couldn't
wait to get home to the bathroom to jerk off, and was tempted to use the
toilet on the train home.

Without trying hard I can recall some pretty juicy scenes from my visits to
the massage group.  The first night I went, beginners luck found me at the
table of a beautiful young black guy, hung like a bull, as he was due for a
frontal massage. Oiled up and gorgeous he lay back with a lovely smile as
we three budding masseurs tried to pretend we were intent on working over
his leg muscles real good, as we bided our time before we got to pick up
that glorious swollen cock that arched up to his stomach. One of the other
guys at the table (the skinny guy who had fallen into a manhole) took one
look at that dick, then looked at me and licked his lips.  We exchanged a
smile.  We each eventually gave the black guy's prong the loving attention
it deserved, and how he didn't come all over the place is a mystery to me.

The advice by Burt about not reducing our massage subject's energy by
jerking him off was routinely ignored. Some of the guys did follow the
rules and restricted the fondling to simple touching, but I noticed that
many of the guys quickly moved on to the old familiar up and down.  One
time I was lying on my stomach on the table when a big heavy bear of a guy
reached between my legs and pumped my dick for several minutes making no
pretense that either of us was looking for any other kind of muscle
relaxation. I finally had to close my legs when I felt myself too close to
coming.


It was not unusual for the masseurs to sometimes massage each other a
little in addition to the guy on the table.  Several guys reached around
the table to play with my uncut cock during my visits to the group, and I
also groped some nice looking dicks who weren't officially ready for
massage.  The guy on the table also frequently gets into the scene and
sometimes touches the masseurs around him, especially by the middle of the
evening when everyone is getting really horny.

On my last visit to the group, I was in a group with a very young handsome
dancer who was there for the first time.  He was prime fresh meat for sure,
and was so turned on by the scene that as we stripped him during the
transformation ceremony, he sprung an absolutely perpendicular hardon.
This was before the massage lesson had even begun. When Erik announced the
optional circle jerk at the end of the three hour session, I noticed that
he managed to work his way next to the hunky young dancer in the circle and
pumped that kid's cock as though his life depended on it. I had no
complaints, since as I watched our instructor and the dancer, a nice middle
aged man with a British accent politely jerked me off as I returned the
favor to his nice uncut dick.

Writing this recollection has made me horny and thinking about looking for
the phone number of that massage group leader.  I wonder if the group is
still around, doing their safe fun play thing.