Hello,
I am a big fan of the spa experience. I love getting a massage, going to a hot tub, having a towel in the sauna, and all that.
Last night I attended a Music Festival in the north of Queens. I was planning to go home that night, but was really late so decided to sleep over a cousin's house. Today I woke up early after smoking some bad tasting, but great high weed with a sore body from standing in the cold wind for hours waiting for Nicki Minaj to perform.
After a wake and bake, It was 11:00am when I decided to finally take myself out and go home to Brooklyn. On the way out I was checking a couple massage spas and preferably enjoy Chinese bodywork for the style of massage and reasonable price. I saw "happy" spa (no innuendo here, seriously!) charging a good price for an hour so I gave them a call and said I could just walk-in.
I asked for a male preference for an equal comfort of my nudity.They showed me to room #2 where I would undress and lay down. While I don’t like to lay down before meeting the therapist, I undressed completely naked, in a haze, and put the rather sheer cover I would have over myself on my crotch waiting for the therapist. He knocked and asked if I was ready AKA nude, and that I was. He introduced himself as Danny. English is not his first language, but he was great conversationally, better than other experience I have had at bodywork areas. While I told him where my target spots were, gesturing at my thighs back and shoulder. I also requested oil to be used.
After confirming the logistics, I removed the towel from my crotch exposing myself since I felt comfortable and gave it to him. I assumed he would put it on my back after I laid back, especially since my balls were having a nice breath of fresh air. Instead, he asked "towel or no towel?" Mind you this is the coldest day I have experience since the end of Summer, I spent $45 on a shirt yesterday just to insulate myself. I still said "no towel please!" because I always wanted that experience and was never asked. It felt so nice to have my body fully exposed and worked on as I was getting drenched in the oil. He worked my knots out very well all through out with equal attention to my neck, shoulders, hands, back, glutes, thighs, legs and feet.
What I enjoyed particularly was the depth he would go on my thighs reaching in and comfortable enough, kneading over my pubic area, where hair was definitely more coarse. I definitely boned up, and frequently, which is why I prefer a male to provide the massage. Sexuality wise I will get hard with or a female or male, but I will be comfortable with my dick in full motion since to him, it probably is just another boner to him, which he has experienced himself. I didn't want to worry and he made sure that it was none at all. Since I was facing down, there was no indication of my hard dick, but I was definitely leaking as my glutes and inner thigh was being kneaded out. He would massage my spine up and down very quickly, and while it was good for my tense back, it would also press down my crotch and felt good too.
The perfect way to end my session was hot stones. With the cold air of Fall setting in, it was much appreciated. I was then wiped with a hot damp towel, and also wiped over my ass and balls, which got rid of some of the oil. Except the session wasn't over! I had an hour booked and he request that I turned over. At that time, I was not boned up which was nice, but I definitely wanted some cover.
Comfortably, I turned over completely exposed before I would ask, he placed the towel delicately on my soft penis. "Thank you" I said. I wasn't interested in a happy ending, and I would also reject it if offered, but the anticipation and body contact and exposure was excellent. He made sure to only cover that area and left most of my pubic area exposed, which was new to me. My balls were exposed too, it was the lousiest attempt at coverage and I shamelessly loved it. He gestured he would massage my chest and thighs and I said "OK!" and he went to work.
He massaged my breasts with my nipples being caressed in the process. I couldn't help but let out some deep breaths as I started to bone up too. My abs were also being massaged and I would flex because of how it felt and it only made me harder and want to almost moan. He would reach all the way down to my upper thigh where my pubes would grow and go up and down, up and down. I couldn't resist the pleasure I was feeling from my nipples, to my chest, and my thighs that my dick would tent the blanket and then my tip with come out the blanket leaking. There was definitely a drip on my stomach leaking from the tip of my penis. Out of bare minimum decency and respect as he massaged, I adjusted the blanket to cover my tip and went for a grab of my dick so the blanket could hold its shape. He continued to massage up and down and I am sure he rubbed over my pre-cum and it mixed into my oil too, and he didn't care, he kept going! He then went to my thighs and showed the same amount of attention, somehow going all the way in to knead my muscles, but somehow leave the balls untouched. It takes skill to massage that deep into my thigh, near my pubic bone, and not touch the balls. As hard as I was, I was seriously sore and that area being kneaded out was quite the touch!
Afterwards, he left to go get another damp towel to wipe me down. During this time, I couldn't help but give my dick a couple strokes with my blanket, practically edging now. Hard as ever, he comes back to wipe my chest and legs down, and I even removed the towel for him to wipe the precum, and so he did. That was my 60 minutes of relaxation, while no handies, but basically my personal happy ending.
I debated on finishing myself off right before I dressed, and I almost got to that point if you know what I mean, but I edged it out. I was burning out, dehydrated, and a little lightheaded. I took my sips of water, dressed up, and called it a day.
Thanks!
I am a big fan of the spa experience. I love getting a massage, going to a hot tub, having a towel in the sauna, and all that.
Last night I attended a Music Festival in the north of Queens. I was planning to go home that night, but was really late so decided to sleep over a cousin's house. Today I woke up early after smoking some bad tasting, but great high weed with a sore body from standing in the cold wind for hours waiting for Nicki Minaj to perform.
After a wake and bake, It was 11:00am when I decided to finally take myself out and go home to Brooklyn. On the way out I was checking a couple massage spas and preferably enjoy Chinese bodywork for the style of massage and reasonable price. I saw "happy" spa (no innuendo here, seriously!) charging a good price for an hour so I gave them a call and said I could just walk-in.
I asked for a male preference for an equal comfort of my nudity.They showed me to room #2 where I would undress and lay down. While I don’t like to lay down before meeting the therapist, I undressed completely naked, in a haze, and put the rather sheer cover I would have over myself on my crotch waiting for the therapist. He knocked and asked if I was ready AKA nude, and that I was. He introduced himself as Danny. English is not his first language, but he was great conversationally, better than other experience I have had at bodywork areas. While I told him where my target spots were, gesturing at my thighs back and shoulder. I also requested oil to be used.
After confirming the logistics, I removed the towel from my crotch exposing myself since I felt comfortable and gave it to him. I assumed he would put it on my back after I laid back, especially since my balls were having a nice breath of fresh air. Instead, he asked "towel or no towel?" Mind you this is the coldest day I have experience since the end of Summer, I spent $45 on a shirt yesterday just to insulate myself. I still said "no towel please!" because I always wanted that experience and was never asked. It felt so nice to have my body fully exposed and worked on as I was getting drenched in the oil. He worked my knots out very well all through out with equal attention to my neck, shoulders, hands, back, glutes, thighs, legs and feet.
What I enjoyed particularly was the depth he would go on my thighs reaching in and comfortable enough, kneading over my pubic area, where hair was definitely more coarse. I definitely boned up, and frequently, which is why I prefer a male to provide the massage. Sexuality wise I will get hard with or a female or male, but I will be comfortable with my dick in full motion since to him, it probably is just another boner to him, which he has experienced himself. I didn't want to worry and he made sure that it was none at all. Since I was facing down, there was no indication of my hard dick, but I was definitely leaking as my glutes and inner thigh was being kneaded out. He would massage my spine up and down very quickly, and while it was good for my tense back, it would also press down my crotch and felt good too.
The perfect way to end my session was hot stones. With the cold air of Fall setting in, it was much appreciated. I was then wiped with a hot damp towel, and also wiped over my ass and balls, which got rid of some of the oil. Except the session wasn't over! I had an hour booked and he request that I turned over. At that time, I was not boned up which was nice, but I definitely wanted some cover.
Comfortably, I turned over completely exposed before I would ask, he placed the towel delicately on my soft penis. "Thank you" I said. I wasn't interested in a happy ending, and I would also reject it if offered, but the anticipation and body contact and exposure was excellent. He made sure to only cover that area and left most of my pubic area exposed, which was new to me. My balls were exposed too, it was the lousiest attempt at coverage and I shamelessly loved it. He gestured he would massage my chest and thighs and I said "OK!" and he went to work.
He massaged my breasts with my nipples being caressed in the process. I couldn't help but let out some deep breaths as I started to bone up too. My abs were also being massaged and I would flex because of how it felt and it only made me harder and want to almost moan. He would reach all the way down to my upper thigh where my pubes would grow and go up and down, up and down. I couldn't resist the pleasure I was feeling from my nipples, to my chest, and my thighs that my dick would tent the blanket and then my tip with come out the blanket leaking. There was definitely a drip on my stomach leaking from the tip of my penis. Out of bare minimum decency and respect as he massaged, I adjusted the blanket to cover my tip and went for a grab of my dick so the blanket could hold its shape. He continued to massage up and down and I am sure he rubbed over my pre-cum and it mixed into my oil too, and he didn't care, he kept going! He then went to my thighs and showed the same amount of attention, somehow going all the way in to knead my muscles, but somehow leave the balls untouched. It takes skill to massage that deep into my thigh, near my pubic bone, and not touch the balls. As hard as I was, I was seriously sore and that area being kneaded out was quite the touch!
Afterwards, he left to go get another damp towel to wipe me down. During this time, I couldn't help but give my dick a couple strokes with my blanket, practically edging now. Hard as ever, he comes back to wipe my chest and legs down, and I even removed the towel for him to wipe the precum, and so he did. That was my 60 minutes of relaxation, while no handies, but basically my personal happy ending.
I debated on finishing myself off right before I dressed, and I almost got to that point if you know what I mean, but I edged it out. I was burning out, dehydrated, and a little lightheaded. I took my sips of water, dressed up, and called it a day.
Thanks!
