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For almost two years, I saw a guy here in Houston whose sessions followed this pattern:

 

Upon my arrival, we would sit in his living room, where he would have waiting for me a bottle of water. We would sit and casually talk for a few minutes. The topics varied widely. He was shirtless at this point and might be wearing shorts, sweatpants, or just a towel. I will say he had an incredible lean, muscular body, long flowing black hair, and a killer smile with a charming gap between his two front teeth. Latin and ex-military.

 

Next, we would go into his massage room. As he set the music and lit the candles, I usually stepped into the bathroom and peed, leaving the door open, as our conversation continued. I would emerge, disrobe, and he would tell me whether to lie face down or face up. Then he would remove his shorts, pants, or towel. He was a smallish guy, standing about 5'7", and proportionately endowed; cut, and with low-hanging balls. Very little body hair, but just enough.

 

Every massage I received from him was different and there was always something unpredictable. He seemed to love introducing new techniques to me or letting me be his guinea pig. He was very strong and had excellent skills. He interspersed sensual and erotic elements throughout the therapeutic ones. Depending on the amount of time I had, the massage would last anywhere from 90 minutes to two hours or more. Happy endings were more like happy 75% of the way through, because after I climaxed, he would bring me down gently and tenderly to the point of pure bliss.

 

Then he would go into the bathroom and turn on the shower as I laid on the table and waited until he told me it was ready. I would go into the bathroom, he would pull back the shower curtain and hold out his hand to help me step over the edge of the bathtub (no, I am not elderly, infirm, nor handicapped; this was just his style). And then he would step in behind me and close the curtain. He would shampoo and condition my hair, rinse it, then bathe me all over with a soft washcloth. He paid so much attention to my genitals and asshole that I would achieve another erection and often cum again. He invited mutual touching and I often brought him to erection, but never saw him cum.

 

After my shower, he would hand me a big fresh towel and continue our conversation as I dried off and got dressed. We would always share a nice, affectionate hug before I paid him and left. He never once told me how much I owed him; he always just said, "What ever you feel like paying me. I enjoy this as much as I think and hope you do." So I'd pay him $120 to $150, depending on how long I'd been there.

 

I usually didn't hear from him at all between sessions, but one evening he texted me saying he needed to buy a new washing machine and wondered if I might help him out by purchasing a package of three or four massages. So I agreed to this and bought three @ $150. The next day, I took him $450 cash and we set up three appointments spread out over the next eight weeks.

 

This was going along fine and I had one remaining pre-paid massage. The morning of this appointment when I arrived at his house, where his car was parked under the carport as usual, he did not answer the door. The door was also locked, which was not usually the case. I texted him. Nothing. I called. Voicemail. I waited in my car. I drove around the corner and filled up with gasoline. Texted again. Called again. Nothing. I went to my remote office and emailed him. I drove back over to his house. Status quo. So I went back to my home office and proceeded with my work day.

 

A few hours later, he texted me, apologizing, saying he had overslept because he'd fallen off a step ladder the day before and injured himself and had taken some pain pills that knocked him out. I said OMG, I was so sorry to hear this, hoped he was okay, suggested he might go have an X-ray, and that I wished he had told me about his accident and we could have rescheduled because I had spent a couple of hours wondering, messaging, hanging around his part of town thinking I might hear from him. Well, he didn't like that at all and proceeded to tell me what a dick I was for thinking only of myself. He said I could redeem my third pre-paid massage but that would be my last and we would part as friends. Then, no, he said, you are a total jerk and I gave you more attention than any other client EVER, so fuck you, you arrogant asshole.

 

I was simply floored.

 

It's now been one year. Interim research about this guy revealed that he did indeed serve in the Navy, was honorably discharged, and suffered PTSD.

 

I have not had a better overall massage experience with anyone else before or since, and I have thought about reconnecting with him. I certainly do miss all that was good about him!

 

So, yes, I have had a shower with a masseur.

I'm in Houston. What a shame that your relationship took such an abrupt and unfortunate change. Is this guy still offering massage? I hope that you two can get back together as it sounds like an amazing experience.

He is not the guy in the pics and he is not 30. I'd say he is more like 50..... Complete disappointment. Try him if you don't believe me .

I agree about Brandon - a big disappointment. There's a reason he doesn't have a face pic. And the body might have been his 25 pounds ago. Not recommended.

After repeated attempts to contact, no reply.

I couldn't connect with the guy either. Weird.

C'mon now. You know you have one. Spill:)

I've had a few poor experiences and my share of funny ones as well. One of my first massages was with a "therapist" I'd found in the classified section of a free local rag. I was nervous and didn't know much (or I would never have gone through with it). I went to the guy's house. He was nothing much to look at - overweight and disheveled. And he was a hoarder. I've never seen so much stuff everywhere. Dust was hanging in the air. There were piles of clothes on all the furniture. There was no place to put my clothes. Then there was the cat hair. He shrugged and said that he was a "casual housekeeper". I remember being totally creeped out by the whole experience. I don't remember much of the massage but do suspect that there was a HE. I was young and it didn't take much then. Now it takes more but I'm far more discriminating <g>.

He's based in Houston now .... anyone have any experience with him?

 

https://rentmasseur.com/massagebytravis

I tried to reach him a few times but he never got back to me.