Tensile Massage Part 1
I set up a massage parlor called Tensile Massage. My business was struggling because it was hard to find clients that understood what a tensile massage was all about. Most of the customers that called fell into two categories. There were those that wanted a more traditional massage with the draping towel and the modest clothes. Then there were those who didn't want a massage at all. They just wanted sex.
I also hadn't found anyone else willing to give a tensile massage so I was the only masseuse in the parlor at the time. This is the story of how I met Scott. He was not my first customer but he eventually became one of my best customers and decided to learn how to give tensile massages. This meant that he wound up giving me my first tensile massage. But I'm getting ahead of myself so let's go back to the beginning.
Scott was a wrestler. He was looking for a massage that would help him stay limber for wrestling. He was and still is 100% straight. He never wanted to have sex with me or any other male but traditional massages weren't cutting it for him. So when he found my parlor through an internet search, he nervously called me.
"You understand that this is not a traditional massage, right?"
"Yea, I'm fairly open minded about that. I'm not looking for sex. I'm looking for a massage but I'm not a stick in the mud either."
So we scheduled a massage.
I was already naked when he arrived. I kept a robe near the front room in case of visitors but massages are best without any restrictive clothing and what is less restrictive than complete nudity.
Scott's eyes widened when I opened the door and he saw me stark naked inviting him in but he came inside. He wore clothes like he had just been working out at the gym except he'd thrown on a jacket because it was a little chilly outside. I kept the parlor warm so that clothing wasn't necessary inside.
"Are you ready for your massage?"
I could hear in his voice that he wasn't ready but he forced himself to say, "Yea, I'm ready."
"Alright, massages are best with no restrictive clothing. I know a traditional massage lets you have a towel to cover your modesty but for a tensile massage, towels are a hassle and prevent you from fully relaxing. So if you are not ready for complete nudity, we cannot begin."
Scott pulled his jacket off and started to undress. He had a nice body. I suppose it was because he was a wrestler dedicated to training his body. I don't care for body builders who try to have the biggest muscles. Body builders are artificial and unbalanced. Scott was natural, genuine and balanced. He had just the right sized bulges in just the right places like a real man should.
His hair was blond and his eyes were silvery blue. He was lightly hairy. I joked, "We do also offer a body shave service."
"Maybe I'll take you up on that."
He was finally naked and stood up to let me look at him. "Well, what do you think?"
"Nice" My dick started to harden and he noticed.
"I can see your appreciation but that is not going inside me."
"Of course not. You ready?"
"Lead the way."
I turned on some soft rock. I didn't want to use music that put people to sleep. I just wanted relaxing music. I also had incense going with a woody smell.
My massage table was not a typical massage table. It was lower and wider more like a bed but it still had the face rest of a massage table.
"Face down at first."
He laid down and I started working on his arms. Now a tensile massage, like a Thai massage, involves stretching the muscles so instead of just leaving his arms lying there while I worked on them, I lifted his arms behind his back. I alternated between bending and straightening his elbows while massaging them. I stretched his arms above his head and massaged them. I kept moving his arms around to different positions as I massaged each and every arm muscle.
Then I moved down to the legs and did the same thing. When I pulled his legs apart, I could see his balls and asshole easily. I reached under him and pulled his cock back so I could easily see it too.
"What did you do that for?"
I didn't answer him because I didn't really have a good reason. I just wanted to see it. Fortunately, Scott didn't make a fuss about it. He just relaxed. Most of my clients had an idea before hand that I might do something like that. Although I had not come out and said that I would do that, I had indicated in previous conversations that I would touch their entire body.
But there wasn't much I could do with the legs yet. As long as he was face down, the focus had to be his back. So I started working his back. This is why my massage table was lower than the typical massage table. Actually, it didn't start out low. I was able to raise it so I could massage his arms and legs but then I was able to lower it so I could climb on top and sit on him while I massaged him.
I first sat on his shoulders so I could massage his glutes and lower back. The glutes are the largest muscles of the body and need a massage more than any other muscles in the body. There is no reason to massage the asshole but it's very hard to give the glutes a good massage if I'm afraid to touch the asshole. So as I pulled his ass cheeks apart, I would naturally open up his asshole.
Scott groaned. "That's the first time anyone has ever touched me there."
I could see his cock struggling to erect despite being pointed down between his legs. I couldn't be afraid to touch his cock and balls either. I didn't grab them but I didn't mind letting my fingers trace along the underside of his cock before pressing open his piss slit. Scott kept groaning but he stayed completely relaxed.
I turned around and sat on his ass so I could massage his shoulders and upper back. My cock was rock hard and settled nicely into his ass crack. It wasn't lubed up so it would not go any deeper but I knew Scott could feel my hard on pressing against his ass.
"Is that your dick?"
"Don't worry. It can't go in."
I found out though that I wasn't completely right about that. The massage oil had acted like a lube allowing my cock to sink deeper and deeper until my cock bumped against his asshole. After a few times, my cock slid in. I froze in panic about Scott's reaction.
I don't know how to describe the sound Scott made. It was like a combination of a gasp, a grunt and a scream. It wasn't loud but it wasn't quiet either.
"Sorry." I began to pull out.
"No, don't move."
"You want me to leave it in you."
"Just don't move. It feels better if you don't move."
I sat there for a bit waiting for Scott to calm down.
"Okay, you may carry on giving me a massage."
"You want me to leave my dick inside you?"
"I don't want you to fuck me but I'm okay. I told you I'm no stick in the mud. I'm fine with this."
As I continued to massage him, my cock slid in and out of his ass, sometimes coming all the way out and sometimes slamming all the way in balls deep. I accidentally left a load inside him and still to this day don't know if he ever knew that. But it was time for him to flip over on his back and I took that opportunity to clean up a bit and gather my mind back together.
