Don was a massage therapist who was fortunate enough to learn about the male physique and musculature from master mentors. His website offered massages for men only, guaranteed to make you feel like a real man again. It explained the basics of getting a massage and talked about options for receiving a massage in Don's studio or in a client's home or hotel. It also mentioned getting a written recommendation if under a doctor's care.
Another option mentioned was a "Tandem Massage." The website explained that you and your friend will experience simultaneous massages. Everything he is feeling, you will be feeling a mirrored image from Don's other hand. Don enjoyed a steady flow of new and repeat clients who appreciated the relief, and some shared their feedback via email afterwards to appear as testimonials on the website.
One day, Don checked his email and found an inquiry with the subject line, "Doctor's Note."The email read: "I see on your website about bringing a doctor's note, but I'm wondering if I can bring my doctor.
"Let me try to explain. I have been seeing my doctor for about a year about stress and anxiety. It took a while for me to finally see somebody about it because I also had anxiety about doctors. I found him from my old coach and went to his clinic, but we talked about not liking exam rooms, so he agreed to see me in his home office. That helped a lot.
"He kept suggesting that I get a massage and I'm hesitant. I even asked if he could just do it, but he suggested I try to find somebody I would be comfortable with and a guy who specializes in men, which it seems like you do from the wording online.
"I thought I'd like to have him there to help me relax enough to relax, so a search for massage and doctor brought me to you. My doctor says that your slogan of feeling like a real man again is just right for me. I asked him if maybe he'd do the tandem massage if that was the only way, and he said he'd think about it if that was the only way.
"So, sorry for the long explanation but let me know if this would be okay or if you have any questions or need any information.
Thanks, Mike"
Don fired off a quick reply: "Your request is unique. I typically don't have anyone in my studio but clients.
"Most of my clients prefer to be massaged naked. I can't help but wonder if you have that kind of relationship with your doctor and if the two of you have discussed being massaged while naked."
Don hit Send and didn't expect a reply. He figured that Mike was probably not picturing this kind of massage. Still, he found himself thinking about it a lot. He kind of had a thing for that sexy-doctor fantasy.
He was surprised when an email came back a short time later.
It said: "Being comfortable nude around other men is something we've been working on in our sessions. I started having panic attacks thinking about the locker room and gave up sports for years.
"My doctor thinks it's related to sexuality. We've been doing hypnosis therapy and other stuff, instead of just medication. But the topic of enjoying a massage has come up several times, to the point where it's like a homework assignment. I guess I just need to know if it'd be okay for him to sit with us during the massage or if you'd prefer that we just do the tandem massage."
Don read that email and wasn't sure what to make of it. He tried to picture the guy writing. He wasn't sure if this was a serious inquiry. He replied, "Tandem massages take place in the comfort of the clients' home on their bed. Three people do not fit on a massage table. That should give you something else to think about."
Don waited, expecting a quick response, either a Nevermind or something more in this line. Then he thought that maybe if Mike didn't get it before that now he does and just stopped writing. He went to bed picturing the situation as Mike explained to him and fantasizing about this coach and doctor, their history before the recommendation to Mike. He pictured a hot doctor telling Mike to go get a massage to loosen up and enjoy himself. He tried to picture what Mike looked like.
The next day, he got a response: "Thanks for explaining the situation more clearly. I didn't get the full picture from your website. I guess now I understand why a massage would help. The doctor and I have been naked together in his office before, as part of my therapy and working on my issues, but of course it's important to make sure that he'd be comfortable with being naked and massaged.
"I guess I kind of pestered him into the tandem massage idea, but I misunderstood, sorry. I was picturing side-by-side tables in your studio. I just don't think I'd feel comfortable in this kind of situation without him being there to keep me from getting too stressed out by it. Anyway, I'll ask him if he'd be okay with this at my house or his, and I'll email back to see if we can set that up."
Don was surprised at this situation. He still felt like somebody was pulling his leg, but he liked the way it was getting pulled.
He replied, "It sounds like you have an awesome and understanding doctor. Your sessions must get, shall we say, interesting at times. :-)
You need not get naked for the session but I do use full body strokes and assure you the experience will be much more pleasurable if you are not clothed. Many of my clients find themselves more at ease if I get comfortable with them during the session as well, which I have been known to do in the past. It can make for a nice bonding experience."
Later that day, Don checked his email and saw a response: "Yeah, it's been great working with him. I feel a little weird about getting so panicked about having to be in a locker room or getting undressed for a physical, or even at the beach.
"Anyway, we've been doing this treatment for a while now, and I feel much more comfortable, but only really with him (tried to do homework of showering at the Y and couldn't even get changed all the way). Actually, he did have me get undressed under hypnosis for a physical and then had his dad, who is also a doctor at the practice, come in to review something in my chart. I was relaxed enough, but only cause I was kind of frozen during it.
"Anyway, you're asking about 'getting comfortable' and it seems like you mean that you would also undress? I apologize if that's not what you meant. I just wanted to make sure before I ask the doctor about that and if he'd be okay with that.
"Thanks, and sorry again about this unique request. Mike"
Don pictured their therapy sessions and Mike under hypnosis, sitting in an exam room with nothing on. He pictured the two doctors, probably in white coats with a shirt and tie underneath. He pictured Mike's doctor with his hand in the pocket of his slacks and secretly holding onto a stiff cock.
He thought back to a previous comment about the patient and doctor being naked together and played out a few scenarios in his head of how this might have taken place. Maybe the doctor put Mike under hypnosis and made him so relaxed and dazed that he didn't balk at his therapist disrobing. Maybe a post-hypnotic suggestion made Mike undress without thinking about it or made him rip the doctor's clothes off. Don wondered how much fun the doctor had.
Don responded briefly to say that Mike understood him correctly, and then almost a week went by with no response, so Don figured that either the joke had played out or that Mike was for real and wasn't ready to take this step.
But then a reply came:"My doctor, I call him Doctor John because his last name's hard to pronounce, he said that he completely understood that you'd want to get comfortable and that it's just right for treating my anxiety. He said that a bonding experience with you would be like the next step after the kind of male bonding that we did, me and Doctor John."
The rest of the email was just a few dates and times that would work for the two of them and Mike's address. Don really couldn't believe it. He emailed back with his selection saying that he'd be there and thanks, the usual confirmation he did for any massage session.
When the day came, Don pulled up in front of the house and parked behind what he figured was the doctor's vehicle. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. A young, good-looking, muscular young man opened the door and stood there motionless, wordless, and with a blank look on his face.
A voice from inside the house yelled, "Mike, invite him in." and Mike said, "please come in." Don stepped inside, a little cautiously but intrigued. A very good-looking man stood up from a couch and stepped over with his hand reached out. Don shook the man's hand with a smile and observed the slight stubble, the graying temples, the dimples, the round shoulders. He was dressed in khakis and a button-up shirt and tie. Don was disappointed that there was no white coat and no stethoscope.
The doctor introduced himself, "Hi, I'm John. Mike was more nervous than we thought he would be, so he's under hypnosis now and very relaxed. Should we have a seat?"
The three men sat in the living room, and the doctor confirmed that he'd just need a short time to help the patient get ready. Don figured there might be something like this before he could start, and he patiently waited and watched and listened.
Dr. John calmly said, "Mike, you're very relaxed and calm. You feel your shoulders relax and your jaw hang loose. You're drifting down, lower, you're relaxed and you're asleep now. Sleep. You're feeling a buzz through your body because Don's here, and it's making you energized and loose, but you didn't give him a very good welcome and you're feeling a sensation of regret. You want to make Don feel welcome in your home. You wish you shook his hand. You felt an urge to shake his hand, but he's not here yet; he's about to ring the doorbell. He'll be getting here soon, and when he rings the doorbell you'll feel an urge to welcome him in and, more than anything else, you'll want to shake his hand and feel his hand in yours. It'll make you feel great when you shake his hand."
Don watched and, when the doctor motioned for him to go back out and ring the doorbell, he stepped out and stood at the door again and rang the bell. Quickly, Mike was at the door again with a big smile, waving for Don to come in and then reaching out to grab his hand for a tight, happy handshake. Don could see the relief and a wave of relaxed energy wash over Mike's face and body. Don found himself smiling too and noticed that the doctor was also grinning. The energy was infectious and filled the room.
They sat again and chatted casually about finding the place and the weather. Mike asked if he could get anybody anything. Don wondered if they had had hypnotic sessions here in Mike's house before or just in the doctor's office.
The doctor snapped his fingers and said, "Sleep." Mike's head flopped down, and his eyes closed. He was out like a light in an instant. The doctor continued with more suggestions, "You feel calm and relaxed and so happy to have guests in your home, but when somebody visits your home you're not supposed to shake their hand. You're supposed to take off your clothes. That's how you make your guest feel welcome, and he won't feel welcome until you're standing in front of him with nothing on at all, totally naked."
Don just watched, understanding more and more of this unique therapy, and listened as the doctor continued, "When the doorbell rings, you'll rush to welcome your guest and feel a surge of... hospitality. You'll feel like you want to shake his hand, but before you lift your arm you'll remember that you're supposed to start taking off your shirt and shoes and pants and underwear until you're entirely naked and only when you're entirely naked and looking your guest in the eyes will you feel relief, a relaxation that you've done the right thing to welcome your guest to your home. You'll feel so relieved and relaxed and happy."
Don again got up to redo the welcome, and he was intrigued and excited, even entertained by the performance, and he found himself curious to see what would happen and to see Mike undressed. He stood on the doorstep and slowly held out one finger to press the doorbell. It rang, and Mike was at the door holding it open and inviting Don in again.
Don watched as Mike's arm lifted as though to shake hands but then diverted and started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it back off his biceps, lifting his white tanktop undershirt over his head to reveal a muscular chest and slim mid-section, smooth except for a light trail down to a pair of red boxer briefs it looked like. Don watched as Mike kicked off his shoes and undid his pants and slid everything off and down his legs, setting a pile of clothes on the floor and standing next to it and looking up at Don.
Mike's face changed from expecting to a wash of relief and happiness, a wide smile and a loosened relaxation. Again, his energy was contagious, and the other men were grinning. The doctor watched Don take in every inch of Mike's athletic form, his thighs that bulged out and the veins in his arms, a bubble butt and a nice-sized dick and balls. Mike was all smooth and soft except for a little hair around his crotch and some fuzz on his legs. Don liked what he saw. He was of course hesitant about this whole thing, but he was enjoying it now that it was really happening.
When the doctor snapped his fingers, Don jumped and Mike slumped over. John said, "deeper, deeper now, you're so deep down asleep. Any nervousness, any fear, it all disappears because you're so relaxed and happy. You've never felt so comfortable, but you're going to slowly realize that you're naked and that you're the only one naked, and you'll just barely feel a little strange.
"You'll want to not be the only one naked, and you're going to find a way to convince your guests that they should take off their clothes. You'll want us to take off our clothes, and any time you get us to remove something you'll feel better and more relaxed. When you get us totally naked you'll feel so good and relaxed and calm. It'll be the best feeling, and you'll feel awake and refreshed and relaxed. When I snap my fingers you'll be awake and slowly aware that you're naked and you need us to be naked too."
Then he counted down and snapped his fingers. John asked Don, "was it a long drive to get here?" and they made small talk while observing a gradual change come over Mike. After a minute, Mike interrupted the conversation, "I'm sorry. Would you mind taking off your shoes, actually? Uh, for the carpet?"
They both got up and walked over by the door and kicked off their shoes. Mike smiled. "Oh, if you want, you can take off your socks too and get comfortable." With a grin, they did, and Mike's grin widened. They could see how Mike felt, a bit of tension dropped off.
They sat back down, Mike still completely naked and with a body that deserved to always be naked. They sat and waited, still trying to keep the conversation going. As the topic of temperature came up, Mike sprang onto it, "You guys can take off your shirts!" he yelled.
Acting like it was normal, casual conversation, the doctor and Don pondered the suggestion. "You know what? I think I will take off my shirt, if you don't mind?" the doctor said. Mike insisted that they both make themselves comfortable, because it's so hot, and because those shirts must be so itchy and... tight.
Mike sat, nude, looking up, as the two men stood and removed their shirts, revealing their chests and stomachs and hair, their nipples and navels and tufts of dark curls under each arm, and Mike felt a wave of relief and comfort and happiness. This was the exact opposite of how Mike usually felt around men in any state of undress, at the beach, changing clothes, in a locker room. Even in the park next to a jogger who peeled off a sweaty T-shirt, Mike felt a pang of distress and panic. But that was all gone now.
And Don now realized that he was fully aroused by this game. His work in recent months had become fairly punch-clock, but now it was new and exciting. Without thinking, he adjusted himself and noticed the doctor's grinning glance. When the doctor mentioned how those were nice khakis, Mike blurted out, "yeah! very nice! You should probably take them off right now... so they don't get ...wrinkled?"
Don almost chuckled, but then played along, nodding at the sage advice and complimenting the doctor's slacks until the doctor said that he wanted to take off everything, so long as their host didn't mind, and Mike smiled wide and urged them to make themselves at home, completely.
Mike bathed in the absence of worry. His two guests sat in the living room. All three were bare. The guise continued, as the doctor laid a hand on Mike's forearm and told him he was in a deep sleep, and Mike's head drooped.
The doctor informatively said, "You're being a very good host and following all the rules of being a good host to your guests, but if your guests both have boners and you don't then that's very rude and you should let yourself get hard. You'll notice it and feel that you're not hard and you'll let yourself get hard. You won't try to stop it or hide it. You'll be very comfortable and relaxed and you'll wake up when I snap my fingers in three, two, one..." and he snapped his fingers and Mike was awake again.
Mike's eyes now took in the men's naked bodies and their stiff rods, and slowly a wave of discomfort and then extreme comfort washed over Mike's face. Then all three men looked down as Mike's nob nodded and pulsed and stretched and fulfilled, pointing up in an immaculate curve and a considerable girth. The doctor had only gotten Mike comfortable enough for this to happen once before.
"DINGdong!" rang the doorbell, unexpectedly, and Mike was up like a flash and running to the door before the doctor knew what was happening. Don sat there, pointing to the ceiling fan, and watched as one naked man raced after another, and then the front door was wide open with a young, surprised, uniformed delivery man standing there with a look of shock and embarrassment on his face.
"Come in and get comfortable!" Mike implored. The delivery man said nothing, but just watched the chaos, occasionally glancing down at the three hard dicks and then up at the accompanying faces. Don was up and standing with them, not sure what to do, stifling a giggle. The doctor tried to deal with his patient and close the door and stand behind it, apologizing, taking the package, asking if a signature was needed, and giving an awkward goodbye.
The doctor laughed. Don laughed. The delivery man laughed and shook his head as he walked back to his truck. Mike was asleep, his head slumped down as his hardon poked up. The doctor calmly, explained that now that everyone was so comfortable and relaxed that they'd all go back to the bedroom for the prescribed therapy.
Don was used to starting off by saying to get undressed, but here he was already fully nude and fully erect with two very good-looking men. The doctor and Mike got on the bed. The doctor asked if they should be backs-up, smirking down at his pole. Mike smiled along. Don joked that it might be pretty hard, but that that's how they should start. The doctor got Mike ready for it.
"Mike, you're going to be fully under your own control, relaxed and comfortable," the doctor said. "When I snap my fingers, you'll be awake and refreshed. You'll be able to stop anything you don't want to do, say anything you want to say, and do anything you want to do." He brought Mike back to himself, but brought out of his self-made restraints. Mike felt freed.
"Should we start?" Don asked, as he normally does. Mike and his doctor both agreed and got flat on their stomachs, their hard cocks pressed and leaking into the soft bed beneath them. Don's expertly trained and sensitive hands slid over each man's neck and back, one at a time first and then combined, one hand on each man.
Don alternated between them, rubbing and stroking down their arms, releasing tensions. Mike moaned in pleasure and relaxation. The doctor took the opportunity to relax himself after a long time and many sessions working to get Mike free from his hangups. He suddenly felt like a kid on the last day of school, about to enjoy a summer.
Don's hands slid down to the men's plump butts, and they flexed under his touch, a moment Don always enjoyed. As his hands squeezed and explored around their thighs, each man spread his legs wider and allowed exploration, exhibiting a little exhibitionism, as the unseen underside was shown and given invitation to. This moment, too, was always a special bonus to Don's profession.
His fingers wobbled between their pert cheeks, releasing the tightness there in the most private area that Mike had ever been touched, but this was still a professional massage, and the doctor enjoyed having the knots and tightness worked out of his shoulders. Don was thorough and looked at each man's face, eyes closed and relaxed. He invited them to roll over on their backs, and they did.
Don said, "You can keep your hands at your sides or cradle them behind your neck, whatever feels comfortable to you," and watched as the doctor put his hands behind his head, showing his thick armpit hair and flexing his thick biceps. Mike kept his arms at his sides, and Don noticed how Mike's attention was drawn down to where the doctor's bare hip was less than an inch from Mike's fingers.
As part of the usual tandem massage at this point, Don talked about how he was touching their bodies but that he invited them to touch his body if they want and to touch each other's bodies as well. "If anything starts to happen that anybody doesn't want, any one of us can just say the word, stop." His voice was calm and soothing. He asked them to get a little closer and straddled their pressed-together legs with a knee between each man's thighs.
He watched as Mike's hand explored the doctor's hip bone and slid under between their butts. Don switched focus between each man's body. As his fingers slid through the doctor's chest hair, he allowed Mike to bravely lift his free hand up and around. Don felt Mike's strong hand on his back, exploring, finally sliding down and grabbing the meat of Don's right butt cheek.
Don noticed the doctor watching this breakthrough, not just as the young man's therapist but also watching like a spy. Don watched as Doctor John watched Mike watch Don's body. Don said, "Allow yourself to enjoy what you see just as you enjoy being touched and touching." With this permission, suggestion, instruction, the doctor and patient changed slightly, from passive recipients to active participants. Their eyes traveled new terrain. The doctor's hairy leg squeezed Don's body tighter.
Mike's eyes drew to his doctor's dick, which glistened with a dewdrop at the tip. Don dabbed at it and lifted it up to the doctor's nipple, where the wet sensation titillated the man. Don watched as Mike watched and then lifted up to his side to reach out a hand and run it through the field of soft hair to that nipple and then to the other. Don's hand reached for Mike's nipple, soft and pale and flat, causing goosebumps that raced over Mike's flesh and caused him to grind his body against the other two men's and then roll back with a bit of embarrassment.
"Mike, I want to sit up here and massage your shoulders," Don said, motioning around Mike's midsection. Mike agreed and watched as Don straddled his waist and rested lightly on the hard cock beneath him. Mike felt the weight and pushed up against it. Don leaned forward slightly and pinched around the muscular collar and shoulders. As Mike pushed up and down, Don rose up and pressed down, riding.
The doctor was on his side now, enjoying what he watched, holding his rod and sliding its underside along Don's tensed leg muscle, before letting it rest there and taking his hand up to Don's back, trailing each bone in the spine, and exploring lower to between Don's plump, muscled, glutes. Don loved being teased and touched just like that, and the doctor could tell from the unspoken signals.
As they moved to other positions and Don observed the testicular tension and rise below him, four plums lifted and ready to be squeezed, just as his own were tight and tough. Don addressed the doctor in clinical terms about masturbation and release and completion. Mike watched as the doctor's dick was directly observed, held, massaged, stroked in long motions. Then Don's hands went to Mike's cock, and Don wondered how often Mike jerked off and if the doctor had gone this far before, if this would be the moment. The doctor's eyes kept their privilege.
Again, Doctor John put his hands behind his head, and now Mike mirrored him. Don really enjoyed how they looked, older and younger but both prime man and both under his hands, under his naked body, and under his command. He gripped their side-by-side dicks and stroked long and hard and slow, then quickly jerking and gripping his fingers in a ring around each sensitive frenulum, thumbing the sticky slit. The men's chests and backs were sweaty and shiny.
Mike moaned, then stopped himself, then continued as the other men joined him in supportive grunts and breaths. Don squeezed his thighs and pulsed balls against their legs. The doctor allowed himself to just stare at his young, virile patient as he finally crossed the threshold he imagined for so long.
Don's dick pulsed up, flexing without control, and he consciously rode along the edge of explosion, waiting for his turn. The doctor could wait. He usually lasted pretty long. Mike felt himself getting close. He noticed how different it felt to get there from someone else's hand. His butt squeezed tight, his prostate full and warm between his legs, his balls tight up against his body, and waves of pleasure rolling up each side. His face looked pained, and finally his cock erupted with jets, streaming white and flailing under Don's jerks.
The doctor let himself go and went, oozing a glob of goo up and out like a fountain and letting Don soak it with each stroke, up and down. Don watched as his own dick felt possessed and out of his control, jizzing without a touch. The doctor signaled his enjoyment of the hot sensation on his body, and Mike rested back with eyes closed, feeling and escaping into only that feeling.
Don's hands let go, and his prepared materials cleaned up the messy, sweaty scene, so he could stroke their skin softly, sleepily.
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