Too long ago I received long and descriptive accounts of the experiences of a man who had been able to explore his sexuality with the help of a new-found neighbor. He met his neighbor, Stephen, when he had recently moved into an apartment in the Toronto area.
I posted the accounts on this site some time ago. After posting he sent me descriptions of further encounters which I set aside for later inclusion. Although much delayed, and after a recent reminder, I have finally managed to return to what has been sitting in my inbox for a long time.
If you’ve missed the previous posts and contexts, they appear later in this site. In the meantime here’s the much delayed continuation. The account is long. The original was even longer!! I’ve ended this description approx. at the halfway point. He describes his meeting and the massage evening with Stephen’s male colleague, Jeffery, and female assistant, Julia.
Later – to be posted soon – he describes the massage experience and some of the Tantric energies and practices that combined with it. His descriptions are fun to read and it does remind that there are so many exciting and healthful benefits to the many and varied aspects of Tantric practice.
Here’s the account of the first part of his evening.
‘……………She said this felt good and from my view I watched Stephen’s cock and balls as he stood above us. The shampoo ended and Stephen slid back into the tub and Susan slid under the water, turning it soapy with the shampoo. Both Stephen and I could feel her sliding around between us and then she reappeared.
And there we sat, chest deep in soapy water.
We sat in this liquid silence for what seemed an eternity. But this wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a silence of perfect communication. There seemed to be a feeling of complete connectedness and of a trust only possible through the common physical experiences that we’d risked throughout the evening.
We stayed on into the early hours, enjoying our newly discovered comfort.
The time did end, of course, and reluctantly I dragged myself down the hallway to my own apartment. But the connections that we’d made were particularly strong and we all knew that this was not to be a ‘one night stand’.
This would not be our only encounter”………….’
My visits with Stephen had been nothing, if not intense. From his welcoming visit when I first moved in to the dinner down the hallway at his apartment, we had shared the most intimate of times even though we were initially strangers to each other.
After the dinner, where I was unexpectedly introduced to his friend, Susan, there was no longer any way that we could be described as ‘strangers’. I had experienced the most erotic and personal encounter of my life and could live happily ever after just on the memory, alone.
As Stephen and Susan had implied, the dinner experience was not to be a ‘one night stand’.
After that dinner, the next day as I left for work, I slipped a note of thanks under Stephen’s door, inviting him and Susan to dinner at my place in the near future.
I didn’t have to wait long for a reply. When I returned from work that evening I discovered a note from Stephen saying that he would love to visit. He said that Susan had called him to say that she’d had a wonderful time with both of us and looked forward to meeting up again when she returned from a month long business trip. So the next visit with Stephen would not include Susan, it seemed.
I called Stephen on his cell later that evening and invited him over at the weekend. The energy of the dinner encounter was still burning in me and I didn’t want to let too much time pass. To my relief Stephen said that he was free on the Saturday. He said he hoped that I wouldn’t mind but he had a couple of friends who would love to join us if I didn’t mind adding to the invite. He would explain more on Saturday and not to do anything elaborate for food. Just snacks and drinks would be fine. So we were set.
I cleaned up the living room and laid out a selection of snacks and bottles and at around 5.00 p.m. on Saturday Stephen knocked on my door. It had only been a week since I’d seen him and despite the fact that we’d enjoyed a seeming lifetime of intimacy in the very few weeks since we first met, I still felt a little nervous in his company. Maybe it was his self confidence or his knowing smile. I felt supremely comfortable in his company and also more than a little willing to follow wherever he led me. In other words my feelings were pleasantly mixed.
Anyway he entered as soon as I opened the door and gave me a lingering hug. Kicking off his shoes, he apologized for not bringing a gift and said that he assumed I would have as much as we needed and he hadn’t wanted to go to the store. I found myself thanking him for thinking of not buying anything. We noticed the absurdity of my thanks for nothing at the same time and that connection once again broke the ice.
We made our way into the living room and sat together on the couch.
A big part of our connection initially had been our shared interest in communal nudity and it had been my disclosure of my battles with self consciousness that had initially connected us. On Stephen’s first visit I’d shown him my rather unique personal tattoos and we’d moved ahead from there.
In anticipation of this evening I’d been thinking how to respect and continue our shared interest without seeming too forward. I was anticipating hearing about the guests he’d invited and thought I should wait for Stephen’s guidance before approaching the subject of whether we would be dining nude. At the same time I wanted to show him that I had been working on improving my personal comfort level with my tendency for self consciousness.
My compromise was to wear some old jeans – clean but ragged – and a casual shirt which was missing a few buttons. I hadn’t bothered with underwear or socks. I thought the appearance casual and appropriate, reflecting a willingness to show something of myself without being coy or entirely undressed.
Stephen was wearing a sports shirt and slacks. He’d removed his sneakers at the door and, as ever, hadn’t bothered with socks. Otherwise he certainly looked more smartly dressed and covered than me.
He put my mind at rest, joking and congratulating me on my open shirt and revealing rips on my jeans. The rips weren’t too strategic and one tear had expanded, during the wash cycle, around the top of my thigh, which would have revealed my underwear, had I been wearing any. I realized that in certain positions I would be quite exposed, particularly if aroused. This thought immediately created a condition of arousal!! And I shifted on the couch, for some reason seeking to hide my erection from Stephen. He saw my discomfort and commented with a smile, that he thought we could admit to being mutual voyeurs and exhibitionists by now. Of course I couldn’t disagree and adjusted my position to something more comfortable, albeit more revealing.
As we munched on cheese and chips Stephen told me about his guests, due to arrive later. Stephen works at a local hotel. He is friendly with the spa manage, Jeffery, it turned out. One of the perks of Stephen’s job is a membership of the gym, use of the spa and pool and the occasional massage when time permits.
He said that while spa massage etiquette is very strict – Jeffery is a professional personal trainer and masseur – in his off-duty time he likes to experiment with more ‘inventive or complete’ techniques. Stephen said also that Jeffery was training a new therapist – Julia. Jeffery wanted an opportunity to share with Julia some techniques and approaches that normally weren’t part of the spa’s menu.
Stephen had told Jeffery something of our shared interest in social nudity and suggested that Jeffery bring over his portable massage table to my place one evening and offer some ‘off the clock’ massage training to Julia. In exchange for my hospitality I would get a massage and meet some new friends. That was Stephen’s idea and he thought it unlikely that I would object. He said Jeffery would fill in more detail later. Was I OK with this?
I said that I sounded fine with me. If there was any problem we’d be able to discuss it with Jeffery later.
Stephen said that we could make room for the table set up before they arrived so we moved the coffee table and chairs so that there was room for the massage table to be set up.
Shortly after moving the furniture Jeffery and Julia buzzed the entrance intercom and made their way up to my apartment. I opened the front door and Stephen stepped into the hallway to direct them to my suite. Jeffery was carrying his folded table – looked like a large suitcase followed by Julia carrying a sports bag.
We showed them into the apartment and through to the living room and made the introductions. Jeffery was very much a ‘people person’. Quite athletic in appearance. Not tall. Late thirties. Blond hair and a comfortable face. He was wearing a blue tracksuit outfit with the logo of the hotel. Julia was possibly in her mid twenties. Brown long hair and also seemingly quite athletic. Also wearing the hotel tracksuit.
I invited them to sit down and then realized we’d moved all the furniture. So we moved the chairs and table back and laid out the snacks again, explaining that we wanted to make room for the massage table. This all broke the ice and we got to talking.
Jeffery repeated what Stephen had described, but in more detail. He said that while he enjoyed his job at the spa, where he’d been for some years, there were aspects of policy that didn’t always match with client expectations. In Julia’s training he wanted to show her how to comfortably deal with non-policy situations and what to expect etc. He’d be more specific, later. He also said that he shared Stephen’s interest in social nudity and shared sensual experience, and he understood that I also shared that interest. I said that he was correct and that Stephen had done much to improve my comfort levels in the short time that we’d known each other.
He invited Julia’s thoughts after his brief introduction. She said that she’d worked as a gym manager in another city. She’d left the position after wanting a significant change of scene and city. I suspected it might have something to do with a personal relationship situation and of course we didn’t want to ask for further explanation. She said that she was enjoying her time with the hotel and that she had found much in common with Jeffery’s outlook. She said that she also shared our comfort with social nudity and was very comfortable with all expressions of sexuality and orientation. She was looking forward to the evening and thanked me for inviting everybody.
Jeffery went on to say that his plan was to set up the table and if I was agreeable they would use me as a massage model so that he could demonstrate to Julia some of the techniques that he couldn’t present at the spa but that would be useful to her in her career. Also he said that he enjoyed practicing some techniques that weren’t available at the spa. The massage and touch could be more intimate and complete at times and he hoped that was OK with me.
I reassured him that it sounded fine and Stephen joked that I owed him something, now. Jeffery said that we would likely switch at some point so that Stephen could enjoy some table time as well.
All this sounded good and Jeffery suggested that we set up the table so we moved the furniture yet again. The table easily unfolded and Julia produced some sheets and oils etc. from her sports bag. Soon we were all set.
Now I began to feel the familiar nerves at the prospect of getting naked around others. I’d experienced the same thing when Stephen had first visited and then again initially at the dinner. Of course I’d become comfortable quite quickly but still I had to tell myself again that this wasn’t the time to be too self conscious.
Stephen quickly spotted my hesitation and immediately blew my cover. He joked that he’d discovered that I was a ‘slow starter’ when it came to undressing.
Before I could admit or deny, Jeffery said that it was entirely OK if I’d like them to use a sheet to cover me. They could just expose the parts that they were massaging. I quickly said that wouldn’t be necessary and I was inwardly kicking myself for falling again into the same hesitations.
Of course Stephen was enjoying his usual mischievous sense of humor and Jeffery saw that. I guess he’d learned Stephen’s personality in the course of their work at the hotel.
So Jeffery rescued me, asking if he and Julia could get ready now to begin the massage. I said that I was ready whenever they were. Jeffery said that given our common interest and comfort with social nudity he’d be quite comfortable leading the massage naked if that was something we could all enjoy. I began to feel that I had unintentionally raised a non-existent issue and took the opportunity to say that I thought that would be a great idea.
With that Jeffery unzipped his tracksuit top, took it off and removed the singlet that he was wearing underneath. He was a good looking guy by any standard. Not overly developed but in good shape, reflecting his occupation. He bent down to remove his socks – he’d removed his sneakers when he arrived – and stepped out of his track suit pants. All that remained were his briefs and as he stood there I realized these weren’t the usual jockeys but were actually closer to female panties.
I didn’t get the impression this was a surprise to Stephen or Julia but clearly my gaze lingered longer than theirs. Jeffery was completely unfazed and said that he had always enjoyed the experience of some elements of cross dressing. He said it was his little harmless secret. That Stephen had told him of my tattoos which might be an equivalent sort of secret. That he was looking forward to seeing them for himself.
The panties barely contained his genitals and the outline of his cock showed that he was quite aroused.
Without much further delay he took off the panties revealing his fully erect cock. I always experience an incredible energy surge in these situations and this was no different. Jeffery looked like everybody’s dream for a personal trainer. His body was lean and smooth and his shaved genital region made his arousal looked so inviting. My own erection seemed to be struggling to fight its way out via the rip in my jeans.
Of course Jeffery saw the effect he was having and said that he’d been looking forward to this evening and he hoped that it was OK to share this energy as openly as Stephen had suggested we could. As usual I burbled something about also looking forward to enjoying the time. Jeffery said that he always wished the hotel spa would allow nudity in its facility but the rules were very strict.
He said that in massage situations and in the sauna people often became aroused and it was often tempting to assist them to enjoy the sexual energy. However, while never making them feel awkward he said that he used techniques to try to help them refocus. He wanted to show Julia some of these techniques so that she would be able to always be comfortable helping guests stay within the hotel spa rules. That was another reason why this evening would be interesting.
As he spoke his erection subsided but the charged energy in the room certainly remained.
Stephen and Julia had remained quiet during Jeffery’s undressing and comments. When he ended he turned to Julia and invited her thoughts pointing out to Stephen and me that they had been enjoying a good working relationship now, for a few months and had shared plenty of personal secrets including his cross dressing secret. He said that actually Julia had lent him the panties for tonight.
Julia nodded and joked that it seemed like he wouldn’t be needing them again at the moment. She said that this was also an exciting evening for her. Jeffery had described some of the ways that she could handle massage spa clients who were hoping for touch that the hotel didn’t permit. She said that it was quite a common situation and that there were ways to work around the issue while keeping the client friendly and wanting to return. She thanked me for volunteering to be a subject that she could practice on and she thanked Jeffery for being an understanding, if unconventional boss. She added that it was even more fun to be able to enjoy the practice, naked. With that she unzipped and discarded the tracksuit top revealing a black sports bra. As Jeffery had, she’d taken off her sneakers at the door so only had to remove her socks and drop the tracksuit pants. She looked a model of fitness, the sports bra matching the black bikini panties that she was wearing.
Again I was struggling to contain myself. Jeffery’s naked form was sufficiently stimulating, of course, and I could certainly experience the additional energy that Julia was contributing. Quickly enough Julia unhooked her bra and slipped off the briefs. Now naked, she was a great match for Jeffery. Clearly they were a credit to any sports spa. Julia was as well toned as Jeffery. Her breasts didn’t really need the support of any bra. I’d told Stephen previously that I’ve always had a fascination with breasts, both male and female and I noticed him smiling at me as Julia revealed herself. Julia’s breasts and nipples seemed like magnets to my eyes at the time.
Her entire body was perfectly proportioned and on the petite side. Like Jeffery – and Stephen and me, actually – her pubic area was shaved. I noticed that her labia were particularly visible and the energy seemed to say that she was very comfortable and happy with her body.
So that completed the disrobing of my guests and Stephen, who had remained uncharacteristically quiet, observed that maybe we were being a little slow in getting naked. That he had told Jeffery and Julia about my tattoos and he was sure they wanted to see them. Julia echoed this and said now was my time to ‘reveal all’.
I was still very much aroused and a little nervous but now was the time and I dropped my jeans and discarded the shirt almost in one movement. My cock popped up immediately and I absorbed the energy of the visual exploration of my now naked form. I was a little conscious that I could easily afford to lose a few pounds, comparing myself to the lean and athletic forms of Jeffery and Julia. The tattoo on my upper thigh was now clearly visible as was the unnamed creature tattooed on my chest, who spent his life gazing at my nipple.
It was Julia who spoke, saying that she was looking forward to stroking these creatures in the massage. She looked at my erect penis. I knew that I was leaking at the tip and Julia wasn’t shy in noticing and commenting. She said that it was always gratifying to see evidence of appreciation. ‘Keep it up’ she said with a smile.
Stephen told her that she should look on my reverse side – the picture tattoo on my butt cheek. She and Jeffery moved behind me to take a look. Jeffery said that this had to be a uniquely artistic creation.
My erection was still maintaining as they came back to face me and I saw Stephen undressing behind them. As ever he looked a picture of comfort, his own arousal clear for us all to appreciate.
I was reminded a little of the energy that I’d experienced at dinner the previous week at Stephen’s when Susan had been with us. Julia’s energy seemed not unlike Susan’s although Susan is very much a ladies lady.
It also reminded me that since meeting Stephen I had been unbelievably fortunate in becoming part of a social lifestyle that enabled me to spend time with wonderful people who enjoyed being naked and open about their sexuality.
Jeffery said it was now time to ‘get to work’ and that I should get onto the table. I climbed on, face down, adjusting my still erect cock between the table and my belly. I could feel the leaked pre-cum against my skin and tried to distract myself to avoid any premature ejaculation. It wasn’t going to be easy and I realized that Jeffery’s purpose was very much to assist Julia in learning techniques that would assist with these energies. I began to feel that I was also going to gain much benefit from Jeffery’s instruction to Julia.
To be continued……………..