This story might not be particularly unique or interesting, but at least it’s true. Back in the day my secret hobby was receiving massage. They felt amazing on my muscles after strenuous workouts, and let’s be honest, supremely erotic as well. I tried various types. Asian massage parlors. Independent therapists. Incall and outcall. I was somewhat of a connoisseur.
I reveled in everything about the massage. Starting with laying naked on a table, or maybe with a small cloth or something, while a pair of loving warm hands worked over my body. I was (and still am) fit and lean so part of me hoped the therapist was at least partially enjoying the experience as well. The actual back massage started out great and what I actually needed. Then the massage turned a bit sensual when it transitioned to the back of my thighs. Sometimes the friskier therapists would get ever so close to (accidentally) grazing my scrotum. But it didn’t matter. The thrill alone was enough to get me rock hard.