My first gay massage

In a previous announce, I mentioned that at the conclude of June I had a collapse while doing yard work that caused me so much pain that I kept going to doctors and physical therapy for two months trying to figure out what was wrong. I was diagnosed with a pulled muscle, pinched nerve, whiplash and/or cubital tunnel syndrome. Luckily the pain is now manageable and I am daily thankful that I am able to once again sleep and go to the gym. I also never have to listen to anyone complain about their aches and pains from gardening ever again. &#;Oh my knees are sore from weeding!&#; or &#;Oh my help from raking!&#; Bitch please, when you&#;ve given yourself whiplash while doing chores, then we&#;ll discuss. At the second I was in the most pain, I shelled out some cash for a Groupon for a pain organization massage, and the soonest evening appointment I could obtain was yesterday.

I treated the massage favor a date, but one where I&#;m going to terminate up naked at the end, without dinner first. Who does that? I contemplated shaving my chest but then I&#;d look appreciate the Pillsbury Doughboy with razor incinerate . So instead

Every Sat, my buddy and I go to the local farmers market and have a few slices of the best pizza in the universe. On the lower level, they also have a tiny massage place, and if we both had a tough work week, we occasionally go get massages. Just the little $10/10 minutes sitting the massage chair type thing, nothing exotic of full body or anything. So we go, and my buddy goes first. One of the women there starts on him. Now, I go to the counter, and am asked if I want to stay until my friend is done, or have Ray work on me. Instinctively, I said "I&#;ll wait" and went to rest down. A minute later Ray was done with his first client, and was available. And so I thought about it for a second, and realized, what the hell is wrong with me? Am I so f&#;n insecure with my masculinity/sexuality to let a trained professional provide a service I am paying for? Am I that much of a close minded asshole to actually settle here and wait for the woman to accomplish instead of using the guy who was free right now? I intend, I like to

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I had had massage before, of course. While on holidays, when recommended by my doctor after a bicycle accident, and just to relieve stress. The only difference was that I was massaged in a strictly clinical way, and often by a woman. This was going to be something entirely different…

I would not describe myself as socially relaxed in general, and evidence myself naked in a room with a handsome stranger was a pleasant prospect, of course&#;but also a daunting one. The first time I booked was even before I arrived in London. A friendly voice on the other end took