OK. I few odd moments with massages. Once, in California, after the massage, the masseur asked if he could take photos of my butt. I have no idea why. Was this a compliment? Once, also in California, the masseur somehow managed to always have his dick in my hair. No matter how I would try to shift, his dick would rub my head. Again, I have no idea why. Finally, when I was in my early 20s, I hurt my shoulder playing softball and called a massage ad from the free newspaper called The Reader in Chicago. I asked the masseur if he was licensed and trained and told him about my injury. He assured me he was qualified. I entered his dirty apartment with no table and the slovenly looking unkempt dirty looking man had me lie on the bed. He then sprayed something into his mouth and tried to suck my dick. I wouldn't let him and asked about the massage. He expressed surprise that I actually wanted a massage and told me he doesn't know how to do that. I was out of there so fast...