Amal in San Diego

It was early December in Arizona when the mornings were cold, but the sun generated enough heat by late morning to achieve temperatures in the low 60’s. The dryness of Arizona was nurturing my need for more water. I hadn’t been to the Pacific Ocean in years and really wanted to enjoy the powerful energy of that large body. I posted my travel plans on the websites that I used for meeting men. It wasn’t much later when I received an email from Amal wondering if he could get a massage from me while I was in his area. I agreed and provided him with the usual information that I sent to prospective clients.

Amal was in his middle 50’s and his stats suggested that he was in reasonable shape. He sent me a face photo which showed a handsome man with short white hair and a very energetic smile. He appeared to be of East Indian descent. I sensed from his writing and his photo that he had a remarkable energy and I was intrigued, wanting to know more.

We agreed to meet at my hotel which was a higher end location than I usually used, but I also sensed that Amal had a higher level of economic status. I was driving to San Diego from Tucson which would take about seven hours using the back roads in Arizona. I had driven along the Southern border before, but this time, I encountered more than 25 Border Patrol vehicles during the hundred mile drive in Arizona. I took a side trip through Organ Pipe National Monument to enjoy the impressive forests of Saguaro. Each cactus was unique and most were well over 100 years old. It was a hot, dry, dusty day on the dirt roads.

I hadn’t entered California along route 8 before, and was surprised to encounter the great Imperial Sand Dunes, shortly after entering the state. A number of ATVs were traversing the dunes going up and down the steep mounds of sand. All of which was readily visible from the six lanes of freeway with rapidly moving traffic.

My day went well and I arrived only ten minutes later than expected. As soon as I checked in, I texted the room number to Amal who informed me that he would be there in an hour. That would give me plenty of time to clean up and get the room ready.

I turned up the heat which was at 63 degrees Fahrenheit and started to get cleaned up. When I came out of the bathroom, the main room didn’t seem any warmer and the unit wasn’t responding. I chose to alert the front desk who sent a maintenance man. One of the benefits of being in a better hotel was that the maintenance man arrived only five minutes later. He played with the thermostat and suggested that I had it on the wrong setting. The man was in his middle 40’s and was just starting to get some gray streaks in his thick black hair. He had the normal stocky build that one would expect for his occupation. He stayed in the room to make sure that the unit was responding and was challenged when nothing happened. The work continued for about 15 minutes before he finally got the unit to respond using the manual controls. I was glad that heat was coming into the room where a naked massage was going to happen soon. I thanked the man for his efforts and he departed.

I removed my clothes and didn’t have time to put on my massage outfit before there was a knock at the door announcing Amal. Rather than make him wait, I chose to have him enter while I stood naked behind the door. He entered and smiled broadly when he noted that I didn’t have on any clothes. “Oh, I see that you are already ready!” I declared that I was almost ready and he began to remove his clothes while I added the light shorts that I wear for massage. I told him about the delay due to the heat issue and he understood my situation. “Take whatever time you need to get ready.”

I set the lights and the music and put towels down on the end of the bed that we would use. I directed Amal to be face down at the end of the bed stretched along the bottom where I had placed the towels. He had beautiful light brown skin and his smile was even more attractive in person with bright white teeth sending electrons of happiness. I oiled up my Reiki hands and placed them flat on the small of his naked back. The energy flowed easily and I immediately felt the issue that he had alerted me to in his emails. He had a bone spur on the side of one lumbar vertebra which was generating some sciatic pain. He had recently had an MRI and shared the file with me through email. This was a common problem area for men, but the bone spur was unusual. The doctor had suggested surgery, but Amal was reluctant and I would have been as well.

While I sensually massaged Amal, his strong hands caressed my muscular legs. I had directed him in email that it was important to me that anything sexual be delayed until he turned face up during the massage. He accepted the limitation and I felt his hands more as human contact than sexual arousal. I was able to relieve some of the lower back tension but discovered more in his shoulders, another common area for middle aged men.

He had very little body hair and it was a pleasure to massage his smooth brown skin. I used extra Reiki on his legs to help relieve some of his sciatic pain. The toes on his left foot were beginning to curl under and I suspected that it was a response to the pain in his leg. I opened up the toes and enabled his energy to flow outward again. He had a similar issue with both of his hands which had a different unknown cause.

When I asked Amal to turn over, he was happy to do so and I observed that his good sized member was engorged but not firm. I used some Reiki on his head to relieve the tensions that I knew were there. I also stretched out his neck which had a good range of motion. When I applied my oiled hands to his torso, his shaft immediately responded by firming up fully. As I massaged his legs, my forearms graced his hard wood and his hands reached out to touch my torso. We had crossed the line that I had set and Amal felt open to engage me in a new way.

His arms squeezed both sides of my chest as he pulled me towards him. Our lips met in a sensual kiss that shot sparks between us. No tongues were engaged, but both souls were a part of this connection. When I reached down to massage his cock, Amal said, “I come quickly and I don’t want to.” I understood his situation and suspected that he hadn’t been with someone in a while. I teased the smooth balls and lightly licked his shaft to provide sensations but not enough to get him to orgasm. I took him briefly into my warm mouth and Amal held my head in place while he pushed in deeper. I moved down to his feet and massaged energy from his toes to his crotch to enhance his ejaculation. When I came back to his torso, Amal pulled me into another embrace and kiss that connected our naked bodies. I dropped one of my breasts into his face and he eagerly took the nipple into his mouth. I suspected that he was bisexual and knew for certain by the sensual way that he treated my nipple. “You lie down,” he directed while sitting up.

Amal asked me to lay my naked body face down on the end of the bed where he had been. I accepted the direction but I was surprised when he immediately straddled my body with his hard dick pressing into the crack between my firm, smooth ass cheeks. His strong hands massaged up and down my back while he thrust back and forth with his cock. He didn’t penetrate me, but did spread my ass cheeks so that he was snuggled right up against my opening. I hadn’t cleaned for penetration and I was glad that he restricted himself to the outside.

I was surprised again when he slid down and pushed his face into the same place where his cock had been. His tongue licked me and stimulated the area while his hand reached under to stroke my now firm cock. I rocked back and forth on the bed in response to his intense stimulation. My body wanted to feel him sliding inside with tongue and then shaft, but that would have to wait for another time.

Now that my opening was fully wet, Amal slid back into his first position with his cock enjoying the wetness he had put there. He lay his body weight on top of mine and whispered into my ear, “I could cum just like this. You are so hot.” “I love the way that your hard dick presses into me and your smooth body rubs up against mine.” We were two masculine men engaged in erotic movements that stimulated both of us.

Amal directed us to move into a 69 position with my back on the bed and his hard shaft staring me in the face. He sucked on me and stroked me with his firm hand. I took all of his dick into my warm mouth and sensed that he was ready to orgasm. He pulled back out and focused on stroking my cock with intention. He aroused me to an intensity so that my whole body tightened up, preparing for release. As the first spurts of sperm shot from my cock, Amal pushed his dick deep into my throat saying, “I want to cum in your mouth.”

My body relaxed from my own orgasm and Amal’s cock was able to push deeper as he shot his load right down into my accepting throat. I didn’t gag, but squeezed gently to draw from him whatever he was ready to donate. We both moaned in pleasure and satisfaction. Our bodies were sated, but Amal’s sense of cleanliness kept him from being still with me. “Let me get you a towel.” I directed him to the small towel I had placed on the side table. “Would you like me to get it warm for you?” I accepted the towel as it was and he cleaned my torso which was covered with my release. “You really came a lot!”

I encouraged him to return to a supine position so that I could finish the last parts of the massage. He accepted my direction and I used Reiki to clear his head and finish relaxing his body. Now that Amal had had a sexual release, his body and spirit would allow me to take away those things that he was ready to be done with. I felt his mind and flesh give way to me and my efforts to relieve him further. His trust in me had deepened during the time our bodies had comingled.

“The Reiki energy that you have been taking in will last for 24 to 72 hours. During that time, you will have a good sleep state…and a good dream state…and you will have good thoughts about yourself.” During his deep relaxed state, Amal took these words into his mind and they became his. These deep directions would guide and protect him for the next couple of days. They were my gift to him.

As he sensed my completion, Amal expressed thanks. I lay naked on the bed next to him while placing my right hand on his bare chest so that the Reiki could continue to flow. I had more things to tell him, but thought that it would be better to learn more details about his home and work life, things that he hadn’t shared in his emails.

Amal surprised me with the openness of his answers to my intrusive questions. I learned that he was a senior executive at a well known International company that was going through very difficult financial times which also created a challenge for market messaging. Amal’s work was in the thick of all of the difficulties. That would easily explain his tensions and the 70 hour work weeks that he needed to put in.

He also informed me that he had been married and had two mostly grown sons, with one of them still living with him. The relationship with the ex-wife was good and they still saw each other once a week. Amal had been born in an African country where his parents had emigrated for employment. During dangerous strife he was sent to England where he met his wife and married. Eventually, he gained an opportunity to work for a US company which was later purchased by the one he was now working for. It was an International tale of our new global world. Amal was so proud of his sons that he showed me photos of them in his wallet, but he didn’t show me any photos of the ex.

Like me, Amal’s sexuality had changed in his 40’s and that resulted in his divorce. He now considered himself to be bisexual but was more attracted to men than to women. I knew that he was very attracted to me, as I was to him. That created a very satisfying naked time for both of us. Our smiles were of equal proportions.

I spoke to him first about the toes on his left foot, because I saw that as an unnecessary response to what was taking place with his back and leg. He was unaware of the issue, but when I pointed it out to him, he recalled having unusual sensations there and felt something open when I was working on that foot. I instructed him to regularly straighten out those toes manually. He was equally unaware of the curling in of his hands, but when I talked about it in terms of energy turning back on itself, staying reserved and not open, he agreed that that was consistent with his behavior.

For his back, I suggested that he take very hot baths to soften the muscle tissues in his leg and near his spine. I reminded him that pain was the body’s way to alert the brain that something was wrong. The information had already been received by his brain and so the pain signal was no longer useful. He understood when I told him to use his neurological control center to tell the nerves to stop sending the message, or to block out the signal if the nerves persisted. It was remarkable how well he took in all of these alternate ways of approaching the problems in his body.

“Have you been to India? I made a trip once to discover my roots. My family was from the same part of India as Gandhi and I have always been inspired by his clarity. It was very helpful for me to return to the place where I was from.” I told Amal that I had not been to India but had studied art, history and culture during many parts of my life. I didn’t have the courage to tell him that India scared me. I felt like the old English woman in E. M. Forster’s, A Passage to India. I might find great insight, but it might also be the death of me.

We stayed on the bed in those same positions, talking for more than an hour. He suddenly became concerned about the time and checked his nearby watch. Amal declared that he needed to leave. I suspected that it had something to do with the son’s expectations of Amal’s return. He asked about what I planned for the next day and I spoke about a trip to the Pacific Ocean. Amal spoke about multiple options and showed me some pictures on his phone of ocean walks he had taken. I appreciated the time that he took. We hugged as clothed adult men who had just had a great naked experience. His smile and energy had both been nurtured, as had mine.

The next day I texted him a photo from the nude beach which was one of the suggestions he had provided. He hadn’t alerted me to the steep path that was necessary to get there. Fortunately, I pushed myself to slowly descend the dangerous path and arrived safely on the beach which only had 50 people over more than one mile of beach. I enjoyed some naked time in the sun and Amal informed me that he had not ever been to that beach and envied me. He asked me to take a naked selfie which I tried, but I was not happy with the result and didn’t send it to him. I was rarely happy with photos that I took of myself.

Unfortunately, I had to leave California the next day due to new Covid-19 restrictions which made my stays in hotels impossible. I would have liked returning to the naked beach and having more time with Amal. We made an anticipatory plan for January, but there was a potential for delay since the numbers in California weren’t getting any better.

The Covid-19 situation in California did indeed worsen and the planned January trip became impossible. Amal was always cheered by my emails detailing my Western travels and ultimately my return to New Jersey. During those many months we remained in touch hoping for a future naked experience together.