Same this time - I had white underwear on, although a fully dressed Tom pulled the undies down quite a way to give me a good doing over on my gluteus maximus, which I loved. I always liked the idea of being massaged in the nude but never had the courage to ask for it. We went down to the massage room in the basement. Something about his smile, and the gentle way he spoke. Also - well, you often can't put it into words. I liked the fact that I was old enough to be his dad. Second, although not on paper my type, I was quite attracted to him.
A short man in his forties with a neat little beard and tattoos on his arms came up to me and apologised. I waited a while for him at the parlour, as apparently he'd not realised about the booking. I had no idea what he looked like, just his name and a few words about him. A few months after my first gay experience as a straight man, I booked a session with a masseur at a massage parlour.
