I suspected that the name he provided was not his real name, but that happens so often with Internet connections. He reached out to me while I was near Phoenix at my sister’s house. He was looking for a massage and I provided him with the information that I endeavored to give each of my prospective clients. He gave me an approximate location for where he was in the sprawling metropolis. It could easily take more than an hour to get from one side of town to the other even with the extensive freeway system. I chose to trust him and booked a hotel in his area that was a bit more expensive than my usual three stars accommodation.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I was expecting “Matt” to arrive around 1 PM. I had checked in for my two nights stay the day before. The hotel was having a problem with the sensors on the front door and required guests to use their keys or phone the front desk to gain entry. I explained the situation to Matt and suggested that we meet in the parking lot and I would escort him into the building. He agreed to the plan and I got the room ready for his massage.
I waited in my car which had a good view of the entrance to the parking lot and the entrance to the hotel. Just before 1 PM I noted a small white car pull into the lot and the driver exited the vehicle. The driver was a man of color and Matt had described himself as Caucasian so I remained in my vehicle. Soon thereafter another small white car arrived and a darkly complected slender man emerged. Here was my client.
He and I both wore surgical masks to protect ourselves and others from Covid-19, but we shook hands as a greeting nonetheless. There was a good energy within my client that I was able to sense through our handshake. I even thought that I detected a broad smile behind the mask. The hotel was doing some renovations and the elevator had padding on all of the walls so it was probably good that we were wearing masks anyway. Here was another unusual item to explain to my client. The stars were not aligned for convenience and normality.
When Matt removed his mask in the room, I was able to determine that he was a Middle Eastern man with a bright smile and average length dark slightly curly hair. He struck me as being of Persian heritage and when he removed his shirt, I noted that he sported thick black hair in the upper section of his chest but the rest of his body was smooth. He didn’t remove his pants as quickly and seemed to want some conversation before we began. Since his early 40’s age made him quite younger than I, it was my task to make him be completely at ease. I asked about his heritage and Matt informed me that he was Jordanian. I wondered if he had been a refugee and he told me that he had been born in another part of the Middle East, but had a Jordanian passport as a citizen. His parents were teachers who were still in Amman. I talked with him about my interest in going to Jordan, but that I had gone to Malaysia as my first Muslim country instead. He had also traveled to Malaysia and suggested that the more moderate form of Islam I had encountered in Malaysia was much like Jordan. He now seemed very comfortable getting naked as I requested and he readily complied with my directions for his horizontal position on the end of the king size bed.
Once his pants were removed, I observed that the only other hair on his body was the usual patch between a man’s legs. He had decent muscle tone and I looked forward to giving his body the relaxation he had requested. My Reiki filled hands connected to Matt’s energy at the small of his back. I felt him accept my touch with ease and his body softened into the mattress. As with many men, there was tension in his shoulders and neck. I was able to adjust the ionic stresses of those muscles and he exhaled deeply while I did so.
When I was massaging his legs, I noted that he had very well developed quadricep muscles that were not in proportion to the rest of his body. I hadn’t encountered this on a client before and knew that I would want to mention it to him at the end. His feet were very smooth and well cared for, the result of the cleansing rituals for Muslim men who clean their feet before praying five times a day.
When I asked him to turn face up, it was easy to see that he was fully aroused. He had a slightly longer than average cock which matched his slender frame in girth. I chose to remain focused on his muscle systems noting that the quads on this side were also very developed. In massaging his legs, I lightly touched his engorged manhood which caused it to spring up in response. I stretched his neck and relaxed his shoulders further while standing at his head. My long arms reached to his large quads and more fully connected with his hard dick. I moved to his side and placed my right hand flat on his shaft while my left hand pressed firmly against his heart. This increased the pumping action of his heart to satisfy the needs of his recreative tool.
He exhaled deeply again and reached up his hands to massage my nipples. Perhaps he had intuited the enjoyment I received through those sensory receptors. I moaned a bit in response and he increased the pressure of twisting those protruding knobs. I decided to move back to standing at his head and stretched my arms as far as I could while bending over so that my left nipple was in his face. He took me into his mouth and sucked my nipple gently as though he were making love to a woman. I appreciated his sensuality and stroked his hard cock to increase his engagement with my breast.
I switched to his other side so that he could continue his sensual stimulation of my body by taking my right nipple into his warm mouth. His sensuality was increasing my sexual interest. I slipped off the small black underwear that I had on and climbed up onto the bed straddling his naked body. He took my slightly engorged cock into his mouth while I slurped on the head of his hard shaft. He lifted his hips and pushed his dick deeper into my throat. I applied more pressure along the sides as he slid in and out of my warm, wet opening. My cock was increasing to its full dimensions and I heard Matt gagging slightly on the thickness.
I took his cock all the way into my mouth so that my lips reached the base. I pumped up and down repeatedly and I felt Matt’s hands squeezing the firm cheeks of my smooth ass. I wondered if he wanted to penetrate me and I might have enjoyed that, but I hadn’t prepped for that amount of intimacy. I leaned forward further so that my tongue could reach his smooth testicles which were large and floppy. I licked all the way down to his frenulum and I felt his hands massage my ass with more vigor.
I returned to sucking on his lengthy cock and enjoyed the feeling of the tip pushing against the back of my throat. Because he was slender, I could take him all the way in without any discomfort. I had pulled back his foreskin so that the full area of his cock head was being stimulated by my squeezing throat muscles. I anticipated correctly that this action would cause him to give up his fluids. His fingers dug deep into my ass flesh as he spurted four shots of sperm into my receptive throat. I quickly swallowed all that he gave up. I wondered if there would be finger prints or marks left on my behind.
He growled into my smooth balls as he orgasmed and the warmth of his breath was most pleasant. I kept his softening cock in my mouth in case he had any aftershocks of sperm but his body quickly relaxed into the comfort of the mattress. His deep exhales flushed against my stimulated balls and his hands relaxed their firm grip on my ass. “Thank you,” he exhaled in gratitude quietly. I wondered how long it had been since this obviously married man had received a good blow job. I wondered what sexual stimulation his wife gave him.
For me, the sexual release of a client was never the end of the massage but part of a passage to a level of relaxation for the client where I can take a more intimate approach. Our trust level became increased through his orgasm and my hands could do spiritual and emotional work that would now be more efficacious.
I knelt at the end of the bed where Matt’s head was deep into the bedding. I slipped my left hand under the back of his head to connect with his visual cortex. I used my right hand to caress his right temple and sooth him deeper into a dream world. The fingers of my right hand removed items from his frontal lobe that he was ready to be done with, issues that he had resolved but not discarded. I checked with the gatekeeper, his third eye, to make certain that I wasn’t removing anything he might require. All was released through the tiny portal that remained from when his skull was in three pieces while still an infant. Those pieces were now firmly connected but there remained a small exit that acupuncturists used for this same purpose by sticking a needle into the skull at this old juncture.
The tiny wrinkles that were starting to appear on his early 40’s face, relaxed into a smoother state and he softly exhaled acceptance of the space that had been created for new thoughts. Relaxation and stimulation were combined in this experience to better enable him to find balance and enjoyment in life. I used my Reiki hands to bless and honor him while also creating a golden shield of protection that would keep antagonistic forces at bay for a few days.
I sensed that Matt had a need for male bonding and so I chose to lay naked next to him with our heads close together. I placed my left hand flat on his chest which continued the flow of Reiki while I initiated a verbal connection. “Matt doesn’t sound very Jordanian to me.” Matt laughed with a good sense of release and opening to me. “My real name is difficult for Western people, so I chose one that they would know.” Matt then provided his real name which was a common Middle Eastern name to me. I felt a sense of shame for my fellow countrymen who were seen as incapable of handling names that weren’t Western. I knew many other stories of people who had made their names simpler for lazy Americans. There were also the tales of Ellis Island where people’s names were changed and shortened officially. I felt an embarrassment for my country but it was not the first time I had that feeling.
“I noted that you have very well developed legs. Is that from exercise?” “I play soccer and began when I was young.” “Yes, the quick movements and running would create those muscles.” “I still play on the weekends when I’m not busy with extra work.”
“I assume that you are married,” I spoke with soft assurance. He smiled as the image of his wife came to mind while recognizing that he was naked in bed with a man. There was never too much irony in the Universe. “Yes, and I have two beautiful girls approaching their teenage years.” “Ah yes, the danger years for a father,” I replied from my own experiences with a teenaged daughter and son. “We’re all happy for now, and that’s what’s important,” he smiled. I fully agreed with his attitude but asked, “I assume that your wife doesn’t know about this part of your life?” “It’s my own part and doesn’t hurt her in any way,” I heard him justify. “Muslim women have it made. Once they are married, they don’t have to pay for anything. The husband carries all of the weight of money.”
That statement of an ancient way in society that still existed in many modern countries shocked me. It made me think of Medieval times in Europe where women had no say and no power except in rare circumstances. I knew that some of that mindset had come from 7th century Arab culture and persisted in today’s world but I wondered how much of it was in the religion. So often religious restrictions kept women from reaching their potential. Matt understood my challenge when I talked about the low status of women in Malaysian society which had nothing to do with Arab culture. I expressed myself as a champion of women’s rights to a man who had two modern daughters. How could he restrict them? He calmly defended his beliefs and I had to accept that we would not resolve our different world views. I chose to change the topic.
“How do you provide the money for your family?” I put forward. He told me of his work in technology and team building software developers for a major bank. When I queried about the specifics of the bank, he was reluctant and a bit ashamed to tell me the name. Once he did so I understood his reluctance for that major bank had been involved recently in a financial and ethical scandal that reached the senior levels of management. The stock had fallen precipitously and the image of the bank had sunk also. No wonder this man needed an outlet for his challenges.
He seemed open to more questions and a change of topic, so I asked about his bisexual life’s origin. He declared that he had always been bisexual but wanted a family and to fit into society but he also had to keep this part of his life unknown to others. His full sexuality would be hidden for life. I felt sad for him, but that was not how he felt about himself. Matt understood the depth of his choices and had no regrets about any of the paths he had chosen. In fact, it seemed that he took a certain pride in how he managed all these complications of his life.
We had covered a lot of territory in a short period of time. He was so open and I didn’t stop seeking more knowledge about him. My inclination to always need to know more matched well with his need to speak of so many things that were unspeakable to those in his family or at his workplace. My role as his therapist took on much more than either Matt or I bargained for but we parted simply. He did ask about meeting with me again in a month and I hoped that we would, but unfortunately, we never met again.