I do not recall if I had posted about this on this ,or another forum but about six years ago I moved to a new city and was trying out different therapists (legit) as I was trying to manage a chronic back issue, and massage therapy helps immensely. I found his guy ,let's call him Jim, whose reviews were great and he was a RMT, so there were no "other" expectations in play for me. So I started going to Jim, found his sessions amazing and his personality easy. He is a smaller guy, a former athlete and he really understood my issues quickly. So a few sessions in, I guess I sent him a mixed signal as I kept adjusting the towel drape during the session. I cannot recall my motivation, but I genuinely dislike excessive draping, but I was probably trying to send him a non verbal message that I would prefer to be nude. Well, that backfired terribly and he sent me a bunch of angry texts after.
We smoothed it over in time and I continued to see him intermittently without incident. As we got to know each other better I noticed that when I arrived, he would linger in the massage room after telling me to get ready. He would basically stick around while I undressed, chatting and looking at me in the face. At his old studio he had this weird setup with an unpartitioned toilet in the space, and one time he watched me pee before the massage. Again, I had no problem with this. We continued like this for a long time, but he always continued to drape with a large bath towel,so my junk was never exposed.
So I didn't go for a massage throughout the pandemic, and actually spent those couple of years in another city about three hours away. I was happy when restrictions were lifted and I cold go to him again. We basically picked up where we left off, with him continuing his awesome sessions and always sticking around when I got undressed. Fast forward to last month. I had not been to him in about seven weeks, so was looking forward to our session. It started out the same way, with him watching me in the eye while I undressed. So this time, I noticed he arranged the drape horizontally, not vertically. I was therefore way more exposed than normal. He was pretty chatty, and somehow the talk of the drape came up. I had remarked that in my hometown city the therapist sere obsessed with draping, to the detriment of the experience. He chuckled, but did not comment. Somehow I think he finally got the memo.
During the session he pushed aside the drape frequently and before you knew it I was just barely covered. Junk was intermittently partially covered and uncovered. He wanted to do a hip release where he stretched out one leg at a time. He came pretty close to the pubic and groin area and I popped a boner while my dick was uncovered. He must have seen it, and said nothing. He continued the hip release while my semi to full boner was on full display. We certainly crossed that line for the first time in six years.
I am not really sure what to make of this, but he agreed we should do more of that type of release when I go back to him in a month. let's see where this goes from here.
