A Massage

When I was in California. Almost everyone I knew had a masseuse. Some were friends of friends and so on. So this year I decided to get a massage. My neck hurts, my back hurts and so on and so forth. I thought of getting a massage.

Then I remembered that some of those Asian places gave you a happy ending. Not sure what that was until recently. I felt sooooo stupid. So, I look around and find a guy on line. What could go wrong? I’m getting a massage. Nothing too it. He just got out of school and needed more practice time. I made the appointment and go to his place. That should’ve been my first clue.

I get there and his mother answers the door. I ask for the guy and she takes me to his room. On the way there I noticed that the guys father is playing with miniature figures in the living room table. We greet and he tells me a bit about the figures. I get to his room, It was a cute room, with soft music in the background and scented candles. I sit and wait.

The door opens and in comes this young, hot, good looking guy. I think it was time for me to go. I felt all flushed and nervous. He asks me to undress completely and to lay on the table.

He placed a towel over my naked buttocks and asks me questions about the massage. I didn’t pay attention, I was embarrassed about being naked.

His hands were a god send, they kneaded my tight muscles, it felt sooooooo good, you need to get one. I highly recommend one. I will get another one now that I know what goes on.

Wouldn’t you know it. I get a boner. What am I supposed to do with it. Show the poor kid that I have a boner? He asked me to turn around and I hesitated. He assured me that it was natural, things like this happen. So I did.

Now, I’m laying with a white tent in my midsection and getting a rub down from a cute ass guy. It was the best and also the most embarrassing experience ever.