I was staying at my favorite easy access hotel north of Tucson. The area was very suburban with malls and shopping areas but also had gardens and a great walking path along River road. I never saw water in the river bed, but I’m sure that when it rained, the flash flood into the river was impressive. There were active cyclists, runners and walkers who used the paved path regularly. While the Catalina mountains provided a backdrop, the path was mostly flat which was my preference.
One of the things that I enjoyed about this hotel was that they still had their heated outdoor pool and jacuzzi working and available for guests. Most hotels had their recreation equipment closed due to Covid-19 restrictions. I developed a 20 minute exercise routine in the jacuzzi. The workout included pull ups, planks, Pilates and other stretches which were enhanced by the warmth and resistance of the water.
On a Sunday, I received a note on one of the websites that I used for meeting men. In fewer than ten words the man asked about how he could schedule a massage. I provided him my regular email and he connected with me using a test email asking, “Did I find you?” I responded positively and provided him with the information that I sent to all of my prospective clients. I didn’t hear back from him and allowed it to evaporate from my brain. The jacuzzi workout encouraged my brain to relax and just focus on the physical.
On Tuesday at noon, I received another email from him asking if I were available after lunch. I had been working out in the jacuzzi and responded about 30 minutes later that I was available then and asked what time he wanted. Jerry thanked me and declared that he would be on his way once I provided my room number at the hotel. He would be there in about 30 minutes which would give me just enough time to get cleaned up and make the room ready for his massage.
There wasn’t much information about this man on the website or in his emails. All I knew was that he was average height and build in his early 50’s. I kept an open mind and didn’t feel any anxieties about this lack of information. At least he had told me his name in one of the last emails.
Jerry arrived right about the time that he had declared. He was a good looking man with a full head of short brown hair. There was an athleticism I noted when he removed his shirt displaying a very tanned body. As he removed the rest of his clothing, he showed serious tan lines flanking his very white ass. He had a pleasant demeanor and was efficient in getting himself naked and onto the bed where I had directed him. I was happy to see that he was very comfortable getting naked. That portended a good session.
When I asked Jerry if he had had Reiki before, he informed me that he had looked it up on the Internet and found the energy management of interest. He had thought that my Thai training would lead to us do the massage mostly in a Thai fashion. I informed him that I wasn’t flexible enough to do massage on the floor with intermingled bodies doing stretches anymore. He didn’t seem disappointed but exhaled an acceptance of what was to come. My Reiki hands connected with his chi at the small of his back before I spread the energy to his muscular shoulders. He had been wearing serious work boots and I wondered if he were in one of the building trades. He had muscular arms that matched his shoulders and I anticipated a most pleasant massage session for both of us.
When I was massaging his smooth ass, I made sure that it was sensual, but he didn’t respond to stimulation in that area and I sensed that he was a top when being sexual with a man. He had a straight appearance which led me to believe that he was bisexual. His legs had hair similar to mine and his feet were wide and flat suggesting a lot of standing in his work. I made sure in working on his legs and his arms, that I incorporated Thai stretches with our bodies interconnected. His arms were very tight and he appreciated the way that I lengthened them with strong pulls which opened the energy paths. I sensed that he was a married man although he wasn’t wearing a ring.
I asked him to turn over and observed that he was endowed but not engorged. He was sporting a bit more than four inches of flaccid cock. I reconnected us with my hands on his abdomen. He had a small amount of light brown hair on his pectorals and his crotch which provided a very manly image. As I massaged his chest my hands graced his manhood lightly with only a small amount of response.
I moved to the bottom of his feet to be able to massage energy from his legs up to his sexual area. Again, there was some increase in his size but he didn’t become erect. I decided that I needed to take a direct approach. I stood by his side and placed my right hand flat against his cock while my left hand went palm down against his left pectoral. In this position I could increase the pumping of blood from his heart to the organ between his legs. His cock began to fill with fluid and it was not long before he emerged into his eight inch length. He had an average thickness but with that amount of length, he would be sliding deep into my throat.
I removed my small black underwear and knelt at his head where I could place one of my nipples close to his mouth while I massaged his chest. I wanted to engage him actively in the sexual experience since his hands had not reached out to touch me. He took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked on me gently using his teeth lightly. I found his oral attention to be stimulating and my own manhood increased in all dimensions. I stretched further to reach his fully erect large cock and stroked him as I moved into a straddling position.
With my dick in his face, Jerry took me into his warm mouth while I did the same for his massive appendage. It seemed that he got thicker as I sucked on him and I was struggling to get all of him into my throat. I relaxed as much as I could while he had my dick in his mouth. I managed to get most of the way sucking him into my mouth but I couldn’t take him all the way. I chose to lick the length of his shaft and continue the path to his firm testicles. They were rather hairy, so I didn’t linger there, but returned to slurping on his hard shaft. I was fortunate that he was circumcised because foreskin would have made it more difficult to take him as far as I was able.
He pushed me over so that my back was flat on the bed. He knelt next to me and pushed his hard shaft into my open mouth. He took some saliva from his mouth and used his left hand to firmly stroke my cock. I was very aroused in this position and reached a good level of stiff erection. I sensed that my arousal was key to his orgasm. I moaned as I twisted my body on the bed in response to his masturbation of my dick. He thrust harder and deeper into my mouth which caused me to gag. Sometimes, that was very arousing for me and I felt my own orgasm coming to the surface. Jerry reached down using his right hand to pull hard on my left nipple. The two movements of stimulation had the desired effect and I shot three bursts of cum into the air. They were warm as they landed on my smooth naked body. At the same time, I felt Jerry’s sperm flood my mouth to such an extent that they were dripping down the side of my face. I swallowed what I could, but it was impossible to take all that he was providing.
He exhaled deeply and let my cock slip from his hand. I laughed openly at the joy of man sex that was so straightforward. He laughed in return and said, “The massage would have been enough.” “Well, now it’s massage plus,” I replied. He looked for a towel to clean my chest and I directed him to a washcloth on the nearby nightstand. “Should I get it wet?” “Just dry is fine,” I accepted the proffered cloth. He made to leave the bed and I declared that the massage was not complete.
Jerry seemed reluctant to return to the non-sexual experience, but he dutifully complied with my request to lay flat on the bed face up. I provided the final smoothing of energy and the blessings that come from my hands and spirit. He continued to be eager to depart so I didn’t persist in keeping him any longer.
I asked if he wanted to take a shower and he hesitated before informing me that he was going to do some cement work soon and would get dirty anyway. Nonetheless, he did choose to take a quick shower and while he was drying off, I asked when he had started being interested in men. He paused briefly before responding. “I guess I’ve always wanted to be with a man.” “Are you married?” He responded in the negative and I wondered if he were totally gay, but I didn’t ask. He seemed so much like a straight guy and hadn’t gotten aroused from my sensual touch until I got direct. It was a bit confusing to me. There were many elements of sexual arousal that were very individualized and not always easily determined. That’s why I needed to ask questions.
He asked how long I was going to be in town and I declared that I was leaving the next day, but would certainly return to Tucson later in the month. He seemed happy at the second piece of information and said, “It’s a shame you’re leaving so soon.” He wasn’t looking forward to doing the work of breaking up cement and so I chose to give him a technique for increasing his happiness. I talked about how I had simplified my use of verbs in the last ten years.
For tasks that were not my favorite but had to be done, I used the verb “embrace.” In that way I brought to the effort all of my being and removed any sense of regret or negativity. When I had a task that I knew I would enjoy, I used the verb “cherish.” All of my being would take pleasure from this task and in both cases all of me was engaged in the choice. Jerry thought about this message and took it in with some discernment.
He changed the conversation to the impossibility of getting concrete truly level. I told him one of my mathematical maxims which spoke to him fully. “A straight line is an imaginary line.” He laughed and declared that most people only looked at concrete and didn’t apply a level or a laser as he did. I continued, “Our eyes are our least reliable sense. So, people will think that it’s level if it’s even close.” This non-mathematical maxim he readily accepted as he returned his sturdy work boots to his workman’s feet.
“Let me know when you’re back in town.” I answered in the affirmative, knowing that I would be eager to enjoy his massive cock again, even without a massage. We parted with smiles and lighter spirits. I didn’t have any sense that he was seeking a partner or a deeper human connection. I wondered if he had ever had a deep relationship. I also wondered if he’d had one and been hurt in the process. Both of those situations would have led him to be reluctant to engage going forward.
I did alert him during subsequent trips to Tucson, but he never responded. My opinion was that another session would have been cherished by both of us but it never happened.