I recently returned from a holiday in the south of Spain. I had searched legitimate sports massage places in the city where I stayed the longest, asking especially for a masseur who had enough strength. I’m a big guy, 6,4, 195 pounds, so there is quite a lot to be massaged.
I’m also used to massage, and much enjoy the male-to-male intimacy of it, the psychological aspect of that, too. In general I’m not looking for a Happy End.
I made the booking, and was assured the masseur was strong and skilled. The place was in the atmospheric old town, and I was greeted at a peaceful small inner courtyard by the masseur. A handsome man in his early thirties, so thirty years my junior. The massage room had wonderful stone arches, all natural colors, very classy. I started to strip and he excused himself. He didn’t speak English, so when he returned I used google translator to tell him of my background and what I was looking for.
He offered me silly tissue thongs but I replied that I’m used to taking massage in the nude, and he nodded. 90 minutes of first class massage followed, every inch handled well and with knowing moves, understanding of the right pressures. I have big heavy balls that I usually let hang on view between my pretty muscular thighs, and he frequently brushed them.
When I turned to my back, he included my stomach in the massage, not all masseurs do, and also massaged my pubic area which I keep hairy, only lightly trimmed. All in all, first rate. When I started to leave, I communicated that I was going to make another booking with him, he smiled and thanked. I also gave him a small tip.
I returned in a week for 90 minutes again, and it was like old friends. All very professional, but a touch more intimate. Many touches more intimate! He seemed to enjoy brushing my balls, did a very good job with my glutes, and slid his hands deep under me to the pubic area when massaging the fronts of my thigs.
When I turned to my back, he placed a small warm towel over my eyes, and I just let it flow. This time he extended the massage of the inner thighs to always touch and move my balls and taint. He specifically massaged my stomach and pubic area at length, then grabbed my balls and held them, letting his hands slide up and down the inner sides of my thighs to my pubes. He pulled down the foreskin of my dick and gently massaged the head while pulling down and kneading my balls. Occasionally he’d brush gently my nipples, then continue back to the pubes, under the balls, keeping my dick hard as he pulled down the skin.
I was so sensitive to his touch that I started to jerk and shake in his hands, a total all inclusive physical experience. He would keep me happily in this state for an additional 10 minutes or so, and I was experiencing a convulsive body orgasm - but did not shoot.
I rested and collected myself, dressed. I met him in the inner courtyard again, smiled, gave a tip and thanked. He blushed, showed in his cell phone a translation of a warning to be sure to be very discreet in dealing with the agency as he would be sacked if they knew what had happened. I gave him my business card, then continued through the gate to the street, feeling elevated.
We have exchanged a couple of emails. He will definitely be my masseur again when I travel to that area. If he was closer, I’d be a regular frequent customer.