I was left exposed and felt a mixture of vulnerability given this was my first massage experience, excitement, and eager anticipation.
He started chatting to me which I hated – either you do a relaxing massage or we can have a chat in the bar. I said no and he replied are you looking for a girlfriend or boyfriend?
I was on a 14 day trip to Sri Lanka in 2010 – 7 days on the beach and 7 days touring the cultural triangle.
We arrived at a hotel in Habanara about 5pm to visit the sites the next day; it was a nice modern hotel but as it was out of season, and earily very quiet.
He disappeared after for about 10 minutes as I composed myself and then re-emerged. After wanking myself off twice reliving the whole exoctic experience I slept for 10 hours.
The guy was dark skinned, had a smile to die for, and was bigger built than most Sri Lankans but not an ounce of fat on him.
He casually said “strip”, threw a towel at me, told me to sit down and then disappeared.
I was already in heaven and thought to myself, I’m not going to see the guy again so go with the flow and just enjoy it.
He moved up to my back and shoulders and it was there that I glimpsed the outline of a massive cock through his loose white linen trousers. The massage of the shoulders and back wasn’t that great to be honest – almost a token gesture – and luckily he moved back around the table and focused on the my legs and buttocks again. Suddenly his long strokes turned much shorter as he zeroed in on my crack.
I have had a few male massages since, but none have come anywhere near to this experience.