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Hello. The thirst for sensual massage stories is insatiable. Let\u2019s continue to feed it shall we? Here is another post under A for Ask me Anything.<\/p>

\u201cHi Jamie, where\u2019s the strangest place that you have given, or received a sensual massage?\u201d.<\/p>

I wish I could say it was somewhere like one of those pods on the London Eye (you know it…that big Ferris Wheel on the south bank). \u00a0Think of the views!…..both from the pod and into it<\/em>….wouldn\u2019t that be a fun thing to do?<\/p>

I understand it takes half an hour for one of the pods to make a full circle of the wheel. So two rotations would be ideal for a massage; The first rotation to build up the energy as the pod reaches 12 on its\u2019 imaginary clock face and then we cool things a little as the pod moves down to 6.<\/p>

We build again to a climax on the second rotation as the pod reaches 11. Then as it rotates back down to 6 things can calm down again until we get off (the other kind of getting off). I say that thing is built for<\/u> sensual massages…<\/p>

In the days when I had a six pack (before they were a fashion item) and prior to me doing sensual massage as a job, I would occasionally book myself a massage.<\/p>

This was of course for research purposes, not pleasure. You could call it market research because I was planning to set up in business myself….I just didn\u2019t know how at the time.<\/p>

In those days I had a \u2018normal\u2019 job…you know the type….an office, meeting people, doing presentations, licking the boss\u2019s arse….and so in some ways it was not so different from what I currently do.<\/p>

I was working away (an outcall?) on the south coast of England. I had an afternoon free so… why not get a massage?<\/p>

It didn\u2019t take long for me to find someone local advertising: \u2018Sensual Massage. Experienced male masseur available for in calls at my studio or at your hotel. Call me on xxx etc<\/em>\u2019. The advert was sufficiently suggestive to enable me to infer that it would be that kind<\/em> of massage…<\/p>

There was no picture unfortunately, but my imagination filled the pictorial void. I called the masseur to find out more.<\/p>

His name was Mick. I should tell you now that my experience with Mick was so disconcerting that I can\u2019t really bring myself to type his name again….so he\u2019s now going to be called Eric, for no better reason than because it\u2019s an anagram of rice, <\/em>which I have prepared for dinner later. So it\u2019s Eric from now on, OK?<\/p>

I asked Eric a few questions and decided he sounded ok. I booked an hour with him. It was fortunate that he was available immediately. His place wasn\u2019t far away from where I was staying so it meant I could drive there in about 20 minutes.<\/p>

I know now that if convenience and availability is your main criteria for booking a massage then perhaps you shouldn\u2019t have high expectations. In those days I was na\u00efve; I had high expectations.<\/p>

Now that I am older (although obviously still young in body and mind, of course) I\u2019d be more questioning about what was on offer, and about what experience he had. Most decent masseurs get booked in advance so they don\u2019t have availability at short notice.<\/p>

I should have guessed his easy availability might be a clue to whether or not he was any good. But I was innocent, horny and had an afternoon to kill… so I booked it without asking the appropriate questions.<\/p>

At the agreed time I turned up at Eric\u2019s studio, which seemed to be in his home. That\u2019s ok, lots of masseurs work from home….although I guess they don\u2019t work on Zoom unlike most home workers these days. Unless possibly they\u2019re doing massage demonstrations online, or filming porn? I\u2019ll save the porn filming stories for another post (ask any questions you like!).<\/p>

When I arrived Eric wasn\u2019t filming or zooming or anything like that. Far from it… he was doing some housework.<\/p>

It appeared that Eric was ironing because from where I stood in his hall, I could see the ironing board set up in the kitchen. Briefly I wondered if he intended to massage me in the kitchen on the ironing board which could have been something unusual.<\/p>

\u201cHi James, it\u2019s great to see you\u201d Eric said as he ushered me first into his hallway, and then through to his lounge. He seemed very pleased to see me, as if I was his first human contact in weeks.<\/p>

Perhaps it was the way he grasped my shoulders with both hands, pulling me into an embrace, and a kiss full on the lips, that gave me this impression. I wasn\u2019t quite ready for that level of welcome, it was too familiar too soon.<\/p>

It\u2019s like when your masseur slips his finger in your bum after just 5 minutes of massage. I don\u2019t know about you but my bum needs more than 5 minutes to get to know people. There\u2019s an appropriate time for that level of intimacy and having just met Eric I wasn\u2019t quite ready for the full on the lips kiss. But I let it go and allowed him to \u2018slip a finger in\u2019… metaphorically speaking – not literally of course. Not yet. Anyway, it was a friendly welcome, and that\u2019s not a bad thing.<\/p>

\u201cJames, let me get you a drink\u201d Eric said, gesturing with is eyes and his head to the lounge where a decanter of what looked like whisky sat on a silver tray placed on a side table. \u201cNeat or anything with it?\u201d he added.<\/p>

Now I was becoming a little more disconcerted at his friendliness…was I here for a massage or to chill out with Eric over a few drinks while we chatted about the ironing? Was he going to get me drunk and take advantage of me? After how many drinks would I be tied up in his cellar dungeon room while he slid a 12 inch dildo in me? Would my bum have got to know him well enough by the time the final inch went in? Is my imagination a little too vivid?<\/p>

I guess his overt affability was better than being cold to me but still, it felt a bit too much. \u201cOh I\u2019ll just have some water thanks Eric\u201d I said as the dildo dungeon scenario faded from my mind. \u201cGreat choice\u201d he replied, continuing… \u201cscotch and water it is…I\u2019ll be having the same\u201d …and he started to pour out two generous servings of scotch and water into a couple of tumblers.<\/p>

Rather than stop him and insist on having just a glass of water, in my naivety I let another metaphorical finger \u2018slip in\u2019. At this rate he\u2019ll be fisting me before long…<\/p>

\u201cThank you\u201d I said as Eric handed me the drink, which seemed to be 50:50 scotch and water. He didn\u2019t bother with ice, perhaps lest it cool things down too much. \u201cCheers James! Now let\u2019s get you undressed and on the table…we\u2019re upstairs\u201d he said, as he ascended the stairs two at a time… \u201cand bring your drink\u201d Eric added with a wave of his now empty glass. I put my still full drink down and followed Eric swiftly up the stairs, like a new puppy with its tail wagging.<\/p>

\u201cNow lad, the shower is in here, and here\u2019s a towel. You get yourself undressed and showered while I sort out the table\u201d Eric said as he opened the bathroom door for me. I went in and started to undress.<\/p>

\u201cLeave your clothes on the chair there James…I\u2019ll just blah blah blah….\u201d I heard him call from the landing as I was undressing. I couldn\u2019t hear exactly what he said because his voice was muffled by what sounded like a loft (attic) ladder being lowered.<\/p>

Now naked, I peered out of the bathroom door to see Eric\u2019s legs disappearing up the ladder into the loft. So it was<\/em> a loft ladder I had heard. What\u2019s he doing up there?<\/p>

\u201cWhen you\u2019re ready come up, the table\u2019s up here. Oh and bring your clothes\u201d he called down from the loft. I wondered if he wanted me to help him fetch the table down, but why did I need to bring my clothes?<\/p>

The shower was now running warm so I quickly showered, dried off and opened the bathroom door fully to see the loft ladder was still down. Looking up through the loft hole I could see a brightly lit loft room. Just visible from\u00a0 my perspective through the hole was the end of the massage table, ready for me. \u201cCome up James, I\u2019m ready\u201d Eric called. I then realised that this massage was happening in Eric\u2019s loft…<\/p>

Have you ever climbed a loft ladder, holding a bundle of clothes when you\u2019re naked? It\u2019s not easy and there\u2019s a nagging concern that if the ladder somehow retracts your valuable extremities might somehow be severed by the retracting metallic rungs.<\/p>

Those thin cold steps aren\u2019t kind to bare feet either. Yet despite these concerns I simply had to see what was up there and I wanted that massage. I climbed the steps, my tail still wagging.<\/p>

The loft room was boarded, but that was the only concession to make the place suitable. The table was set between a couple of roof support beams, and partly under a slope so that it was impossible for Eric to stand at the head end without stooping.<\/p>

In a corner there was a large water storage tank, and along the gable end wall there was piles of black bags, rugs, some old furniture and a headless mannequin. The fluorescent light was harsh, too bright and positioned directly over the table. It all added to the lack of a suitable ambience.<\/p>

Beneath the table, in a token gesture at comfort, there was a rug. Beside the table, on a chair Eric had placed the massage oil and some towels, of all different colours.<\/p>

The \u2018massage room\u2019 was stiflingly hot (this was summer). I noted that the air was still and musty.<\/p>

Eric, standing beside the table wearing just a jock from which his semi hard cock poked, exclaimed in an excited tone as I climbed into the loft: \u201cJames, welcome to my massage studio!\u201d. I noted that the masseur was shrill and lusty.<\/p>

\u201cHop on James, front down, that\u2019s a good boy\u201d he said as I lay on the table. It was one of those situations where you know that proceeding is not a good idea, but you do so anyway.<\/p>

Eric gave a playful smack to my bare bum and started to apply the oil. This wasn\u2019t a good sign, the smack on the bum was fine but it\u2019s not good to be applying oil so soon in a massage.<\/p>

Eric then started long flowing effleurage strokes down my back. It was ok, he did it right, the first few strokes felt good and I began to relax a little. Maybe despite everything this would be a decent massage?<\/p>

Eric continued with this for what felt like 15 minutes. The same stroke. The same pressure. The same speed. Over and over again. Incessantly. Up and down my back.<\/p>

There was no music. Just the sound of a regular drip, drip, drip from the water tank in the corner. The drip provided a metronomic pace for Eric\u2019s repetitive strokes up and down my back. That\u2019s how bored I was; I had resorted to counting the strokes and the drips. Stroke … drip … stroke … drip … stroke …drip. God it was boring.<\/p>

I longed for a finger in my bum, or anything to break the monotony, even the foot long dildo would have been welcome, well…half of it maybe.<\/p>

I parted my legs slightly wider, and wiggled a bit, you know, as a hint….please do something different Eric. Maybe he noticed because he moved his attention to my legs, but with the same pace, same pressure and same stroke, over and over again on my left leg.<\/p>

This was more than annoying, because I knew my right leg would have to endure the same treatment. I zoned out…<\/p>

….\u201cEric, would you and your friend like a cup of tea?\u201d called a female voice from downstairs. Did I imagine that? Was I dreaming? \u00a0<\/p>

\u201cAh… James, it would seem that my wife\u2019s home. I think we\u2019ll have to finish presently\u201d said Eric casually. \u201cWould you mind sucking me off before we end?\u201d he said, even more casually, waving his now fully hard cock in my face as I lifted my head in surprise at the call of his wife.<\/p>

No, I wasn\u2019t dreaming, this was a real, and it was a nightmare. Eric\u2019s wife was making tea for us downstairs and as an amuse-bouche I was being offered her husband\u2019s load. I politely declined the load, but not yet the tea.<\/p>

\u201cSorry Eric, I think the mood has passed. Thanks for the massage. I\u2019ll get dressed now\u201d I said as I moved my head away from his engorged cock and sat up on the table.<\/p>

Eric wasn\u2019t taking that as a \u2018no\u2019 however and he stood opposite me as I sat on the side of the table and waved his cock around \u201care you sure I can\u2019t persuade you?\u201d he asked as a bead of pre-cum dribbled from the head.<\/p>

This was becoming awkward. I feared his wife would appear at the loft hatch with the tea and a cream \u00e9clair. Why did I think of a cream \u00e9clair? Did Eric\u2019s wife know what was happening? How did I end up here?<\/p>

I stood up, gave Eric a brief hug and said \u201cthank you but I\u2019d really best get dressed, your tea will get cold\u201d. I picked up my pants, wiped off the oil on my back with one of the towels, and started to get dressed. He seemed to get the message. \u201cOK James, but you will join us for a cup of tea before you go?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>

I\u2019m English, it\u2019s polite to have tea, but that would involve a chat with Mrs Eric which could get embarrassing. This was a true English dilemma; refuse tea and offend your host or accept tea and risk embarrassing everyone.<\/p>

The avoidance of an awkward social situation does however take a slight precedence over turning down a tea invitation. I declined the tea and left in a hurry.<\/p>

I still don\u2019t know whether Eric\u2019s wife knows what kind of visitors he has to the loft, or what goes on up there. Perhaps she\u2019s in on the deal but I think it\u2019s more likely she believes he just does \u2018normal\u2019 massages up there. It looked like she\u2019d struggle to climb the ladder to be honest, she was quite large, so I guess he feels safe from such an intrusion.<\/p>

If you\u2019re ever offered a massage by someone called Mick (remember, I changed his name) and it\u2019s in a seaside town on the south coast of England, please enquire as to where he does the massage. If there\u2019s anything about lofts then it\u2019s your call as to whether you\u2019d like a boring massage, a mouthful of Eric and then tea with him and his wife. And if you do go, please tell me….is Mrs Eric in on it?<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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