Jump to content

Showering with the masseurs


Eddie Morales
This topic is 842 days old and is no longer open for new replies.  Replies are automatically disabled after two years of inactivity.  Please create a new topic instead of posting here.  

Recommended Posts

Most turn down my request to shower together. I understand sometimes because I'm pretty big and fitting another guy with me in a shower is difficult. One masseur told me he didn't feel like showering again because he showered so many times in a day already, once before each session.

 

I have showered with masseurs twice.

Once was after a 4 handed session with a Latino couple in Long Beach. The smaller and younger of the two, spoke little English, washed all of me down in the shower after while I chatted with his boyfriend about how lucky he was as to have the younger guy as a partner.

The other was after a body gliding session. We both needed to rinse various fluids from our bodies. It was very normal because we were both able to have basic conversation as we washed off the lube and fondled each other a little more.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

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. ;)

 

What masseur was this?

Link to comment
Share on other sites

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.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

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 doesn't advertise on MF anymore. That's where I initially found him. I still have his phone number, as texting was our primary form of communication. When I Google the number, a couple of different sites show up and they still reference his former address; however, I know he doesn't live there anymore. Not that I've driven by and "stalked" him; he lived in a casita behind a main house on a major thoroughfare. Easy to see on routine drives to my typical destinations. So, short answer: I don't know whether he's still in business or not.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Jake! Oh man I had so much fun with him. So far my first and only Nuru experience was with him. Only uncomfortable part was it was on an inflatable mattress. Young guy in his 20s, he got super into it too. I think he got serious with his girl friend which is why he stopped doing erotic massages.

 

Yeah, he was tons of fun. Also seemed to really get into it himself, which made it more fun. Hope he resurfaces!
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Jake! Oh man I had so much fun with him. So far my first and only Nuru experience was with him. Only uncomfortable part was it was on an inflatable mattress. Young guy in his 20s, he got super into it too. I think he got serious with his girl friend which is why he stopped doing erotic massages.

 

Yeah, I remember that inflatable mattress, lol. Oh well. I'll take an inflatable mattress with Jake sliding all over me any day. Yeah, he was super-into it too. I remember we both finished at exactly the same time and he was amazed how in sync we were, lol. Damn his girlfriend! Didn't realize he had a girlfriend actually; thought he was gay. He and another guy used to advertise in-person sex shows in his previous apartment.

 

Super-nice kid. Loved the showers too.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Yeah, I remember that inflatable mattress, lol. Oh well. I'll take an inflatable mattress with Jake sliding all over me any day. Yeah, he was super-into it too. I remember we both finished at exactly the same time and he was amazed how in sync we were, lol. Damn his girlfriend! Didn't realize he had a girlfriend actually; thought he was gay. He and another guy used to advertise in-person sex shows in his previous apartment.

 

Super-nice kid. Loved the showers too.

I was surprised too considering how excited he got. He always came with me and that was something I never really saw with other providers. He genuinely seemed to enjoy what he was doing.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Sounds like we all had similar experiences with our man Jake. He was hot, super nice, and really got into it. Thinking about all those times cumming at the same time covered in all that joop still gets me hard. I'm sorry I missed the live sex show....definitely would have paid for that show. Also, hearing he might be straight makes it somehow just a little hotter! ?

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Sounds like we all had similar experiences with our man Jake. He was hot, super nice, and really got into it. Thinking about all those times cumming at the same time covered in all that joop still gets me hard. I'm sorry I missed the live sex show....definitely would have paid for that show. Also, hearing he might be straight makes it somehow just a little hotter! ?

Y’all definitely had great experiences with him. I sure hope just like you guys that he re-surfaces after this is all over. He’ll be on my short list when visiting LA. Thanks for the info.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I’ve never been to a masseur’s house who didn’t offer their shower. But I’ve never asked them to join me when they offer. I might reconsider when life is more normal. Have yall had luck with getting your masseurs to join you?

 

Have seen Ken in OC and his 90 min massages include an afterward shower scrub. One of my favorite SoCal therapists.

 

https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/27596/

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Sounds like we all had similar experiences with our man Jake. He was hot, super nice, and really got into it. Thinking about all those times cumming at the same time covered in all that joop still gets me hard. I'm sorry I missed the live sex show....definitely would have paid for that show. Also, hearing he might be straight makes it somehow just a little hotter! ?

 

Jake was amazing. Bummed when he left the business. He was so in sync with you during the massage, actually more like a mutual edging session. Just thinking about those encounters gets me all worked up.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Never had a mutual shower with a masseur. Back when Babylon Men’s Spa in NYC had that crazy rocket ship looking plexiglass tube rain shower, I had such fantasies. I once did ask my favorite masseur to join me, he declined. Table showers are the closest thing, and I’ve had a few hot ones.

 

The summer of the great NYC blackout, there was a masseur in Murray Hill who offered me a cooling bath (there was no AC). He didn’t join me but he did lightly scrub and massage me more while I was soaking. Very nice, sensual and re-happy conclusion.

 

Pardon my naivety. But what is a table shower?

 

Gman

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Dylan Louis ( https://www.dylanlouis.com/ ) in Vancouver, BC use to provide shower or bath. At on time his website read:

 

"After your massage you remain on the table for a few minutes while i run a hot bubble bath for you. I will call you in when its ready and put you in the tub. I use a loofa and soap to sponge and rinse any residual oil off your body. Then, an exfoliate scrub for your face. Followed by a wash and rinse of your hair after a scalp massage. Foot scrub and brushing. Final standing rinse and drying- with the option for some talc on your bottom"

 

Not sure if he still provides the service. His review can be seen here: http://daddysreviews.com/venue/canada/bc

 

Better link here

 

http://daddysreviews.com/venue/canada/bc/dylan_louis_bc

 

As an FYI, @wearytraveller, in case you didn't know, you can get the exact link by hovering your mouse on a computer over the guy's name on the left side of the screen where all the BC Escorts are listed (or pressing on the guy's name with your finger on a phone). Then you copy and paste as usual.

 

Gman

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Pardon my naivety. But what is a table shower?

 

Gman

 

It’s sometimes called a vichy shower in spas. These pictures will give you a sense of what professional ones look like.

 

https://www.google.com/search?q=vichy+shower&rlz=1CDGOYI_enUS661US661&hl=en-US&prmd=ivsn&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiNseSzt5bpAhVNCc0KHa4rCFIQ_AUoAXoECBIQAQ&biw=375&bih=638

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    • No registered users viewing this page.
×
×
  • Create New...