Mike was trapped.
He had been dragged to the mall by his wife, told that he can't just sit around the house all day, and even had to put on khakis and a button-up shirt. They had a nice lunch together and then, like always, came the waiting around while she shopped.
She would search for deals, try everything on, occasionally come out to ask for opinions and then dismiss them. This would usually take hours and hours in store after store after store, a total waste of a day. Sometimes, Mike would be permitted to walk around on his own. At least he never had to hold her purse.
A lot of the time, he ended up in some restaurant bar, nursing one drink forever, and squinting at the TV on the wall. He strolled around, looked in shops, skimmed through books in a book store, glanced up at menus, sat on a bench, really exciting stuff.
The place was pretty empty. It was a holiday weekend, so a lot of people were out of town. Plus, it was raining. Isn't it funny how on a nice, sunny day people will head out to spend the day inside a mall or at the movies?
As Mike looped around the mall hallways, he passed a storefront with a huge sign: "Free Massage Today."
A guy dressed in white pants and a white T-shirt stood out front. "Hi, would you like a free ten-minute massage."
Mike shook his head no and smiled politely. "No thanks. Not today."
Then he strolled around some more, sat on a bench for ten minutes, glanced at his watch a lot. After walking the full map of the mall for the third time today, he found himself passing that guy again.
As he approached, he could see that this guy had no takers today. The mall was quiet. Mike said, "Pretty dead today, huh?"
"You're telling me! I had one appointment this morning. Besides that, I've been empty."
Mike looked in. He thought about it. Then he noticed a logo in the window from the local baseball farm team. "Big fan?" Mike asked.
"Oh, we work with them," the guy replied. "They can't afford physical therapists and trainers and doctors, so they'll bring us in every other week."
"Really? That's pretty cool," Mike answered.
"Yeah, some of the coaches come in here sometimes, too."
"And it's a ten-minute sample?" Mike asked.
"Well, it's supposed to be, but it's not like there's a line of people waiting. At this point, you'd be doing me a favor; maybe draw in more business. Have you had a massage before?"
Mike shook his head no. He thought about it and looked in at the weird chairs. What the hell, it'd be like tasting a free sample on a toothpick. "Alright, I'll give it a go."
The guy smiled and held out his hand. "Great, I'm Dave." "Mike," was the reply. "How does it work?"
"Well, the free ten-minute massage is what's called a chair massage. You sit on one of these special chairs and lean against it, like this." Dave explained and demonstrated. Mike sat down and rested his knees and arms against the padding.
"Like this?" Mike asked.
"Yep, just like that. Now, I always start by telling people that it's perfectly normal and okay to cough or sneeze or scratch an itch. You might feel like cracking your knuckles or moving your neck, and that's fine. If you have any questions, just ask. I'll focus on your back, but we might do a little stretching of your arms and shoulders. It's perfectly normal and okay for your hands to touch me during it. Don't worry about that. If you have any discomfort or pain, you can tell me. Sound okay?"
"Uh, okay."
"Now, I'm going to start by just resting my hand on your back for a while," Dave said, sitting on a stool next to Mike. He rested his hand flat against Mike's back and just held it there.
Mike felt the size and strength and warmth of Dave's hand. Mike hugged the chair. Pretty soon, he had the urge to crack his neck. He did, glancing over at Dave and getting a relaxed smile.
After about a minute, Dave started to move his hand around in a little circle and then a bigger one. It was more like a backrub than a massage. Dave asked, "Does that feel alright?"
"Yeah," Mike said. "That feels okay."
"I can tell you're not hunched over a computer all day and that you do some heavy lifting."
"Yeah, I'm a landscaper," Mike replied, "and I do some roofing sometimes."
"And you've never had a massage before? That's a little surprising?"
Mike lifted his neck and looked out the corner of his eye. "Why's that? I'd think you don't get many guys like me in here."
Dave replied, "No, I get a lot of landscapers, construction workers, truck drivers, anything really physically demanding like that."
"Really? Hmmm," Mike said.
Dave stood up and put a hand on each side of Mike's neck. "Okay, now you'll feel some pressure."
"Ohhh!!! mmm," Mike said, a little embarrassed. Dave asked if it felt okay, and Mike sighed an affirmative. Dave could feel which muscles were tense or sore and predict the response.
He rested the heel of his palm in the center of Mike's back and pulled his shoulders out. A pop surprised Mike with a release, like you'd feel when you crack your knuckles. As he breathed in, his spine loosened. His arms relaxed at each side.
Dave rubbed his hands all over Mike's back, digging his thumbs into the muscles. Each time, he smoothed out the fabric of the shirt, which got bunched up.
"Feel alright?" Dave asked, lifting Mike's arm up.
"Yeah, it feels great. It's just a little weird being out in public like this. I'm glad the mall's not so busy."
Dave replied, "Really? Most guys doing a free sample are more scared to go in the back room."
Mike laughed. "Afraid you'll try something, huh?"
"Yeah, something like that. Hey, if you want to do a table massage in the back, we can. Like I said, there's not much else to do today."
Mike considered the generous offer. Dave walked a few steps over and opened a door. "Want to take a look?"
Mike got up and walked over. He thought about how much time he had to kill and wondered if it'd be more comfortable lying down than in that chair.
Then he checked his phone. He had missed a text message: "ran nto Michelle trying on dresses 4 party"
This meant an even longer wait. Mike looked in at the massage room, set up with a big table. He looked at Dave and thought about it for a few seconds.
"It's my treat," Dave said, smiling back. "Well, okay. Thanks," Mike said. He walked in. Dave set up a sign on the front desk and closed the door behind him.
"Okay, do you want to take your shirt off or leave it on?" Dave asked. Mike didn't care about that. After a long hot day of gardening and mowing, his crew would all have their shirts off for the ride home.
"I'll take it off," Mike said. Dave told him he could throw it over a chair in the corner and to take off his shoes and socks. Mike unbuttoned his shirt, no undershirt below, and set it down.
"You probably want to take off that belt, too. The buckle will dig into you." Mike undid his belt and slid it out.
Then he climbed up onto the table and lay face down. "Like this?" he asked. Something about being horizontal suddenly changes you from a person into a body.
Dave answered, "Yeah, that's fine. Let me just go over the same kind of explanation I did before."
Dave locked the door. "The door is locked, so nobody will walk in. I have steamed towels and dry towel to clean up afterwards. It's normal to get a little sweaty. It's okay to scratch an itch or tell me if you can't reach it. It's normal and okay to feel ticklish. It's normal to get aroused or just the opposite, just like when you go swimming. If you have to fart, go ahead. That's why we have scented candles and potpourri. If you have any questions just ask. If you don't want to be touched anywhere, just say so. A lot of guys don't like to be touched on their feet or hands for some reason. Any questions for me?"
Mike looked and thought, "Uh, no."
"Okay, just lie down and relax.
Dave leaned over and rubbed Mike's back, his shoulders, around his neck. He massaged the shoulders then down the middle of his back, then around his waist. His fingers go around to the sides.
Mike said, "I'm starting to get love handles I guess," his head to one side and looking back at Dave.
Dave pulled up the bottom of his shirt to show his stomach for a second. "We all do. It's really more about how the pants fit." They shared a weird smile, and then Dave went back to touching.
"I'm going to stretch out your arms. Just pull against my back," Dave instructed. Mike's arm wrapped around Dave's, and each man had a hand near the other's waist. Dave slowly leaned back and stretched. Then he moved to the other arm.
A lot of guys will stiffen up at this point and hold their wrist up to avoid touching. That's why Dave tells his patients in advance that it's okay if they touch him.
After doing each arm, Dave told Mike that the muscles around his ribs are a little tight and that he should stretch before lifting anything over his head.
"Normally we do a chest massage at this point. Do you want to roll over for that?" "Okay, sure." Mike rolled over on his back. His bare chest and stomach were there, and Dave reached out his hand and massaged Mike's bicep, then his forearm, then his hand, wiggling each finger around.
Mike looked at Dave. Dave reached up and over to Mike's chest. Mike could see up the short sleeve of Dave's white T-shirt to a patch of armpit hair underneath. Dave rolled his thumbs around Mike's neck and then onto his chest. He slid his fingers along the ribs. Then he pressed against Mike's stomach, sliding his fingers and thumbs along the hair.
Dave moved down to Mike's knee and held it. "Just lift this up for a second?" Dave moved the knee back and forth and then opened Mike's hips out to the side, with his knee bent. He moved around to the other leg and repeated this process.
With one hand on Mike's ankle, Dave lifted and rotated it. "I can see that you do a lot of driving."
"Yeah, that ankle's been bothering me a little lately."
Dave squeezed the muscles and slid his hand up Mike's pant leg. Then he rested the foot down and stretched it forward. He went back to Mike's knee, holding it.
Dave said, "Let me ask you something.... you normally wear tighter pants, right?" "Uh, yeah, usually."
"And briefs, right?" "Uh... yeah. I wear briefs," Mike answered.
Dave said, "You might want to consider wearing some looser clothing while working. Tight clothes can affect your posture, even your underwear."
"Okay, uh, a lot of the guys I work with prefer baggy shorts."
"Well, you have to find something that you're comfortable in. As for the underwear, maybe just freeball it sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe. I'll see if that feels better."
"Or you could try what I do, wear a jockstrap instead. It holds you in place but you can move easy, and it stays cool."
Mike looked up at Dave, thinking about what he just said. Dave went down to Mike's ankle again and rubbed it. Then he touched the bare skin on Mike's feet.
"Okay if I do your feet?" Dave asked. Mike said okay. Dave got a small bottle out and explained that it was peppermint lotion specially for feet. He dabbed some on and rubbed it in. Mike liked the cool, moist feeling against his dry skin.
Dave said, "I see that you get a good amount of sun. That could dry out your skin." Then he instructed Mike to roll onto his chest again and started rubbing his back. "I have a new lotion that you might like. You want to try it out?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Let me see here. Smells pretty good. Oh, it says it may stain clothing. Hmm, would you mind if I took my shirt off?"
"Oh, that's fine. I don't mind," Mike answered. Then he watched Dave pull his shirt up and off. He was impressed by the build. Dave turned around and walked over to hang his shirt up, and Mike was surprised to find himself watching Dave's butt in his white pants, clinging. Maybe it was that jock strap comment that got him wondering.
Dave opened the bottle and used some lotion. He leaned over more now, and his bare chest was touching Mike's bare back. When Dave walked around the front of the table, he stayed close. Mike's elbow grazed Dave's bare stomach, and when Dave leaned over and pushed his hands down Mike's back, his chest lightly touched the top of Mike's head.
For Mike, the room felt smaller than it had when they started. Dave made conversation in a quieter tone, occasionally pointing out a knotted muscle that made Mike inhale and grunt.
"Mike? This table is sturdy, so I can get up on there behind you. Is that alright with you?"
Mike thought about it. He was comfortable. He convinced himself he was comfortable. It's probably the usual practice. Mike agreed. Dave climbed up and straddled Mike, his legs stretched out to either side of Mike's.
He pressed his palms flat against the small of Mike's back and leaned his whole body down slowly. The weight made a crack that Mike could hear and then feel. It was a rush of relief. Mike didn't know how tense he had been.
"Oh, damn, that feels good," Mike said.
"Good, good. Just relax. I'll try not to hurt you."
Dave climbed down and stood to the side of the table, checking the time.
"Well, that's more than the usual free sample, but did you want me to keep going? It's free still, but I don't know if you have to be someplace at a certain time."
Mike responded, "No, I have all day. If you still want to?"
"Sure, I'd be twiddling my thumbs otherwise. Do you want me to do the legs?"
Mike looked down and realized what he meant. Take his pants off? As he was thinking about it, Dave explained that he could leave his underwear on or off and he could drape a towel or sheet over himself, whatever he prefers.
Mike wondered if leaving his pants on was okay, but it wasn't mentioned in the options. Then he felt that "what the hell" feeling again. He decided to just go for it.
Dave said, "I'll just step outside for a minute and make sure everything's fine out there. You can get yourself situated." He took a towel and wiped his hands and bare chest, then put his shirt back on and walked out.
Mike got up, undid his pants, and slid them off. He thought about just lying back down wearing his underwear, but kind of wanted to be more covered. At the same time, he was feeling adventurous. This day was more entertaining than his usual mall torture of sitting and waiting.
He looked at a pile of towels, kind of small, and a folded sheet. He picked up the folded sheet, unfolded it, set it on the table, and then slid his underwear down and kicked them up into his hand.
At that moment, he realized he was naked in the mall and felt worried that Dave might open the door at that moment. He quickly got face-down on the table and pulled the sheet over his lower half.
After another minute, there was a gentle knock on the door and Dave came in. He looked at Mike and smiled. He looked at the thin sheet draped over Mike's legs and could tell that his butt was naked below. He could imagine Mike's cock and balls pressing against the padding and squeezed between his thighs.
"Okay, I'll do your legs now," Dave said. He walked up to the table and folded the sheet up on itself, so Mike's whole leg was out, including the side of his butt and hip. Mike was a little surprised. Dave walked around the table and did the same to the other side.
Now Mike was completely naked with only a thin, folded white sheet between his legs and covering his crack. As Dave gently touched one muscular leg, Mike opened his hips wider and could feel the cloth fall against the back of his balls and the tip of his dick, held between his legs.
Dave rubbed and caressed and squeezed each muscle down to each ankle. He slid down each hairy leg. He went up to Mike's lower back and then along each butt cheek, almost getting up where the sheet was.
"Like I said, it's normal if you have to cough or stretch or adjust yourself. Most guys will usually reach under to get more comfortable at this point."
Mike thought and figured that Dave meant moving your manhood. He was going with the flow, so he pointed his butt up and reached under to hang his dick pointing up and resting flat against his stomach. As he did, the towel shifted a bit, and the top of his ass crack was visible.
"Better?" Dave asked, sliding the sheet back into place. "Uh, yeah, better," Mike replied.
Dave went back to rubbing the legs, but Mike was now conscious of his package. He felt his dick squeezed between his skin and the soft table. He thought maybe he'd be more comfortable as it was before, but now he could feel his dick getting fuller.
Dave was now rubbing the back of Mike's legs, kneading into the hamstrings. The sensation was exciting. Dave's fingers were up and between Mike's legs. Mike definitely could feel a boner now and a pretty big one. He lightly moved his stomach up and could feel his dick spring to attention against the table.
Dave went down to Mike's calf muscles. As he kneaded them back and forth, Mike's body slid against the table pushing into his dick and back, forward and then back. Now he could feel a bit of precum pooling at the tip and wetting his stomach.
"Do you want to roll over now?" Dave asked. Mike really wanted to. He wanted to free his dick. But he didn't want Dave to see. But the sheet was there.
Mike reached back and held the sheet tight against his body as he rolled onto his back. The sheet was now bunched and folded against his hard dick.
Dave went back to rubbing Mike's ankle, safely far from Mike's main concern. After a while, he walked up to Mike's head and guided his arms back up over his head.
"Grab onto my shoulder?" Dave requested. Mike's hand gripped Dave's neck. Mike's armpits were on display, his ribs pressed out, his breath got heavy, his cock leaked against the sheet.
Dave went down to the sheet and unfolded it. It was thinner and Mike's hard dick was pinned under the light weight. Mike was nervous. He wondered if there was a wet spot. He wondered if it tented up. He didn't dare to look down.
Mike saw Dave step up by his face and look down.
"Mike? I'm going to use some lotion on your legs, like I did on your back, okay?"
Mike nodded.
"So I'll take my shirt off again, okay?"
Mike nodded. Dave nodded back and pulled his shirt up over his head.
Standing bare-chested in front of Mike, lying flat, Dave said, "And I'm going to take off my pants too, okay?"
Mike stared silently for 20 seconds. Then he nodded.
Dave unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, revealing his naked legs and a jock strap covering his bulge. Mike looked. Then he realized he was looking. Then he looked up at Dave, and Dave smiled.
Mike watched as Dave walked down near his feet. He stared at Dave's exposed ass. He had a big, muscular bubble butt and a light coating of blonde hair on his legs.
Dave spread lotion on Mike's legs. It felt cool and wet. Dave climbed up onto the table and leaned his bare body over Mike's legs. Then he leaned back and slid his fingers down the moist skin. Dave was straddling Mike's shins. He got up and climbed higher to straddle Mike's thighs. He rubbed the legs between his own.
Then he climbed down and stood around Mike's stomach. Dave looked down at Mike, who was staring at the ceiling. Dave watched as Mike reached his hand out and held his hand against Dave's back.
Dave massaged Mike's stomach and chest as Mike's hand slid down past the waistband and onto the bare skin of Dave's muscular butt.
They touched each other.
Dave took hold of the sheet and slid it off to one side until it fell to the ground. Mike felt his cock pulse up and slap his belly. He tensed and it stood up.
Dave turned to face Mike, whose head was now lifted up to watch what was happening. Dave put his finger in the waistband below his navel and along a hairy trail leading down. Mike stared as the waistband slid lower and lower and over a thick fleshy head and down a thick veiny shaft and down past hairy balls and down past muscular thighs until falling to the floor.
Mike's hand glided around from the butt to the front and around the pointing flesh. His fingers squeezed. Dave's fingers mirrored Mike's.
Mike pulled slowly, so Dave pulled slowly. Mike held his palm against the wet tip, so Dave did the same. Mike held his thumb against the shaft, and so did Dave. Mike let his hand feel the hanging balls, so Dave did too.
They were both stiff as arrows. They were both tensed up between their legs. They both bucked against the other's hand until finally each man had two wet fists sliding up and down the other's dick.
They stared into each other's eyes, unaware of anything else in the mall or anywhere.
They could feel every inch of skin on their own body and the rough, slippery skin of the other man's hand against the curved hardness, fucking each other's hands, until finally Mike let loose and felt his hot cum splash against his chin and chest and stomach.
It was a jolt of electricity and a wet release. His hands stayed on Dave's dick and slid back and forth back and forth faster and faster until ropes of white cum shot out onto their arms. Mike's forearm never felt so aroused before, now sliding cum against another man's cock.
They each slowly tugged and slid, breathing and sighing.
Dave grabbed a hot washcloth and laid it on Mike's stomach, wiping and cleaning. With another he washed his own arm and sweaty chest and down to his lotion- and cum-covered dick.
Mike lay there like a puddle. It was the most amazing release he had ever felt.
Dave leaned his thighs against the table and held his hands on Mike's naked body.
That was Mike's first massage.