Massage Pathway

This is a true account of my life over the past few years and this story continues.

It has been sometime since I ran into Savanah, the TS, in San Francisco. My life is fairly normal, work and divorced, with kids. I am five-foot ten, good-looking, muscular and I am over seven inches, hard. I am very physical, always doing sports activities and being hard on my body.

I take care of my body and have a great CMT, or certified massage therapist. I have seen her on a regular basis.

The major turn in my life came when my CMT moved away in an emergency to help a sick family member. I had scheduled an appointment that very evening, which my sore muscles really needed. I decided to go on Craigslist to search out therapists. Several numbers had no answer, and others had no availability. When I finally reached someone, it’s a guy who has a late appointment in his home office, so I got on my way for a good ninety-minute massage.

I arrived at Jim’s and discovered he was a tall, (six-foot four) dark-haired Italian in very good shape, and he looked strong. We spoke so that he could understand what massages I’d had in the past.
He instructed me to take a warm shower and then get on the table. I had finished and, with a towel over me, I got on the table.

He used warm lotions and oils which could stain, and he asked if I would be okay if he removed the “draping” – in other words, the towel.

I said sure real fast, not thinking anything about it. He was a CMT and does this all day long, so I wasn’t embarrassed.

The warm oil and his strength was amazing; he was working deep, and his hands slid over the different body parts. The incense he was burning and the massage put me in a trance and I felt as I was drifting off to the edge of sleep. I think I began to moan as his hands worked deep into my thighs and up to my lower back, and I was feeling amazing. This was the best massage I had ever received and my body told me so, with a semi hard-on.

He said, “I’m going to climb onto the table so I can get deeper into your back.”

I didn’t really pay attention to what he said because of the pleasure I was feeling.

I felt his hands making long strokes up and down my legs and over my ass to my back.