Many years ago, I saw an ad for massage and made an appointment. I love to get massaged; even now it is usually once or twice a week. But, back then, I didn't have the financial means to do this on a regular basis, so I really wanted to find someone who could give a good massage. He had a space in an old office building downtown, so it was very convenient for me. I made my first appointment for 8 pm and went downtown. The building was pretty much closed because everybody had gone home for the night. But I was able to take the elevator to the third floor and go in. There was a small waiting room which had a very dim light and then a door which led to the massage room. I arrived a few minutes early and sat down , since it seemed that he had another person in the room. The first massage was very relaxing and I left very stimulated. I made another appointment for two weeks later and followed the same routine. However, this time, there was a small candle in the waiting room and a crack in the door. I quietly walked over to the door and looked in. There was a young man on the table with a stiff erection, a towel over his face so he couldn't see anything. The masseur saw that I was spying and gave me a big grin. Afterwards, I told him that I really enjoyed watching, because it excited me and he told me it was fine, as long as that was all I did. He said he had other clients who like to do the same, so, once he got to know them, he would allow them to peek. During my massage, I developed a raging hardon, so he took his index and middle finger and put them on both sides of my penis, then moved them side to side, making my dick jump and pre-cum to freely escape. I left still hard. After a few sessions, he started with getting more familiar with his hands and actually started jacking me off. Being as young as I was, I allowed myself to shoot each time. One session, I heard someone come into the waiting room and the masseur whispered that there was another person who likes to watch, so would it be okay if he did. I said that it would be fine and he walked over to the door and opened it, so the guy could freely watch. As I was getting jacked off, I decided to put on a show for the watcher, so I moaned loudly, talked dirty and moved my hips. I shot a huge load. As I left, the other man thanked me for letting him watch.I really wish that there had been someone who would have let me watch that way. After a couple years, the masseur closed his office and did massages from his home, but it wasn't the same with the voyeuristic and exhibitionistic aspect gone. Ah, the good old days of freer, uninhibited sex without fear of being arrested.
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Love this story! The best massages I’ve had were always in unassuming office buildings. Bonus if they had a waiting room to add to the tension.
Reminds me of a guy I went to for getting my balls and crack waxed, with a happy ending to finish. Very small salon with just a screen separating the waiting room. It was understood that peeping was OK, all part of the fun…
When I lived in LA, I went to a small place just across the street from the CBS studios which had separate men's and women's facilities. In the men's facility, there two massage rooms on the third floor in addition to a shower and sauna. On the second floor were the lockers and a couple chairs to sit to watch tv. It was not a gay establishment, although I imagine most of the customers were at least bi. I used to often sit, pretending to watch tv as the men would come in and get naked before they wrapped a towel around their waist. Anyway, there were just a curtain separating the massage cubicles from the hall. On the other side of the hall were two other cubicles in which one could lie down and rest. There was one particular masseur who was very good, an older man with spectacular hands, who would never close the curtain, so anyone walking by or lying in a cubicle across the hall could see him giving the massage. I spent some time lying in the opposite cubicle, pretending to rest, but really spying on the massage. One time, with the client on his stomach, I saw the masseur reach between his legs to massage the front of his thighs and higher. The man obviously erected, so the masseur took his hard dick and moved it between his legs, pointing downward. The man started moaning and raised his hips a little off the table, letting the masseur continue with his between-the -legs massage. When he turned over, he was fully erect and the masseur was not hesitant to play all around the erection for several minutes. He never gave him a happy ending, but the man left the cubicle proudly letting the world see his excitement before he put on the towel. It was my turn next and I got the same treatment. It was heaven. I returned many times and requested the same guy. After a few sessions, he just started masturbating me as he was working my butt and inner thighs. I left many loads on that table. Perhaps others here remember that place and the masseur. He told me several men who worked on tv would come over to get massages, although he wouldn't give me names. Damn.
The massage rooms were on the first floor for those who might remember. Not the third, although they later expanded and created larger, more private rooms just off the locker room.
I passed through the Ft Lauderdale area last month for a quick work trip. Reached out to a therapist I used to see years ago. He had moved into a career in hospitality industry, but maintains his license, so offered to do an in call at his place, for old time's sake. I ubered to his new garden apartment a couple blocks from the beach. Nice place, with his living room and patio oriented to a small community pool. We did the obligatory catch up convo...always had a good rapport in the years I saw him. He had recently split from his live in gf, who cheated on him, and moved into this new place. Things were always legit between us in the days I saw him semi-regularly for therapy, but it changed one day when I told him I was moving cities for work. So in catching up, he asked me about that last time we saw each other a couple years ago before I moved. It was the one time when we crossed the line. I told him that , obviously, that time was hard to forget, but there were no expectations this appointment. He agreed, and added "let's just see where the energy takes us". Well, I should have anticipated this but less than five minutes after we started the massage I felt compelled to hug him. He received it enthusiastically...and that was it. No massage took place that evening.
