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"Gay Massage "

“That’s all for this session,” Kirk announces. “Those of you who’d like to try combining yoga and massage, which I spoke about earlier, should call me, so I can plan Thursday evening. Otherwise, see you next week.”

“You’re getting good at this,” Todd says, as we leave the yoga class and head for his car (we take turns driving).

“My body may never be the same – thanks to you,” I reply. “I still find it hard to believe you got me into this, but I’m glad you did.”

Shortly after both of our marriages had gone belly up, mutual friends had introduced us. Todd and I seemed to hit it off, talking about stuff, playing handball, sharing a drink. His upbeat attitude and enthusiasm was exactly what I needed. A few weeks after we met, he invited me to his home for a sauna. We had stripped and were about to go in, when he produced a joint. Well, for the rest of the evening, we laughed and gabbed and carried on like a couple of kids. A few days later, he asked, “ Peter, how would you like to try some yoga?”

“Why not synchronized swimming?” I quipped. But that didn’t stop him. Surprise! I got to like it, after learning how to loosen up. But then I’m not built like Todd, whose muscular body is like a gymnast’s. I’m taller and probably weigh thirty pounds more; however, when we arm-wrestle, he gives me a run for my money.

“So, as he drives me to my apartment,” he asks, “what say we try Kirk’s massage class?”

“You and me?”

“Why not? We might discover something about ourselves. What have we got to lose?”

“Todd, you really are something else.”

“Hmm. If I am, I’d like to find out. Don’t you?”

I had no answer to that – and now it’s Thursday evening. Two of the four couples that have shown up are he’s and she’s, but the third couple are two women, which makes me feel more at ease. We’re barefoot and in sweat-pants and tops, as in yoga. There are mats for each couple, and we do warm-ups for half an hour, with Kirk at the centre of our circle.

“Now,” he says, “roll up your sleeves or take off your sweat-tops and sit facing your partner.”

Todd strips to the waist. I hesitate but decide to follow suit, as Kirk is saying, “Get close enough so that one person’s knees are over the other’s thighs, but not pressing down.”

He waits until everyone’s in position, then, “Hold each other’s forearms comfortably. Don’t grip them. Before learning massage, you need to discover and experience intimate physical contact – which means being totally comfortable with touching and being touched.” Then his deep voice almost becomes hypnotic. “Try not to ‘think’ anything. Just be fully aware of the other person. Relax and let your senses respond – sight ... smell ... touch ... sound ... Listen to each other’s breathing. Now, let yourselves go.”

I close my eyes, fully aware of the contact our arms make and of Todd’s presence, so close to me. I breathe deeply several times then open my eyes. Our faces are only a foot apart, and he’s looking right at me. I watch his dark eyes move back and forth, across my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, down to our crotches, and then slowly tracing a reverse path.

He smiles, and I let my eyes drift down to our paired arms, from one set to the other, then over his washboard abs, up to his chest, watching it expand and contract, wondering what touching it would feel like. I know from that time in his sauna that he doesn’t have a spare ounce of flesh, but looking at him now, like this, I realize how rock-solid his body is. I shift my gaze back to his face, and he squeezes my forearms slightly and grins. His eyes are penetrating, and I let myself be drawn in. I’m even more aware of the warmth of his skin, even the contact of our legs. I can smell his sweat, and my cock gives an involuntary pulse, which breaks the spell. I lower my eyes.

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