- Massage Group
In my later years I have continued to remain cautious as far as male contact goes, but find that I still crave an occasional safe sensual experience with other men. A few years ago a friend told me about a male nude massage group that was meeting regularly in Greenwich Village. Sounded great and it was. I went two or three times and the routine was always pretty much the same.
The group operated as a legitimate massage training class. The guys in the class were a mixed group of all ages and types. There were some quite young guys in their twenties and a few over sixty, but most were fortyish. Some were in good shape, and were fitness buffs. Others were definitely not; in fact one funny memory is of a thin sad-faced guy, who during introductions explained the bruises on his face and arm as the result of falling down a manhole that same day!
The leader devoted the first half hour or so to stretching and getting-to-know-you type exercises. After that came what was for me the most sensual, exciting part of the whole evening. It was called something like "transformation," as when a moth changes into a butterfly. The first time it happened it absolutely stunned me. In the simplest terms it was just our getting naked. I don't know why it was so exciting for me, since I knew in advance that the training was to be done in the nude. But it was the way it happened. We were in small groups of four guys each. One member of each group was chosen to be blindfolded with a scarf. He was slowly turned and spun around by the other three and then we slowly, sensually, stripped him. With instructions from the leader, we touched his body lightly as we removed one piece of clothing after another. New age music played in the background, and it was all very ethereal. When he was fully nude, the
blindfold was removed and he selected the next member of the group to undergo the transformation process. There was something supremely exciting about feeling somewhat helpless and in the care of a group of friendly strangers, as, blindfolded, you were turned and stripped as your body parts were lightly brushed, touched and teased. Eventually we were all naked, and I noticed that our instructor had also, at some point when I wasn't paying attention, removed his. The instructor, Burt, proceeded to the formal instruction of massage techniques and taught us four or five common techniques. He asked for a volunteer from the group who hopped up on one of the tables and Burt demonstrated each stroke or movement on the volunteer.
It was clear that most, if not all of the group was gay or bi, and that nearly everybody was there for the purpose of sexual gratification rather than, or in addition to, learning how to give a massage. Actually, in speaking to some of the guys afterward, I learned that a few were planning to become masseurs and were hoping to advertise and earn a few bucks. But for most of us the evening was a sexy lark. As he wound up his demonstration Burt stated matter-of-factly that genital massage was permitted, if the person on the table did not object. There was to be no touching of the asscrack or anus for hygienic reasons, and no pressure on the spine for safety reasons .He also discouraged masturbatory movements (which he demonstrated on the subject as though we didn't know what jerking off looked like) since he did not want anyone to ejaculate during the session. "It reduces energy and is not why we're here," he proclaimed primly. Apart from up and
down pumping, all other forms of touching and rubbing of the cock and balls were permitted. He advised anyone who was about to be massaged to announce to the group in advance any type of touching they did not want, such as no genital touching or no touching of the face.
Each group consisted of four guys around a table with one guy on top getting a massage and three guys around him doing the massaging. It was great!! Everyone has a chance to get a massage, and everyone rotates from one table to the next, so that the group gets thoroughly mixed up by the end of the evening. There is still some jockeying for position next to the most attractive guys. The drill starts with a guy lying on his stomach and getting his back and ass massaged, and then the three masseurs rotate to the next table, while the guy getting massaged turns over. Three new guys move to his table and massage the front of his body. So eventually everyone is massaged front and back by six different guys. That's the way it works most of the time. Sometimes the total number of participants doesn't break down into groups of four, so some changes in the routine are made. I noticed that when there was a particularly juicy hunk in the group, some guys
did some fancy footwork to manage to rotate to that guy's table when he was due for a frontal massage.
On a busy night, when twenty or more guys show up, it is a highly sensual experience to be in a room with so many naked (mostly horny) guys. It can also be frustrating, since release is not part of the usual experience. Actually, the last time I went to one of these massage groups, a new leader, Erik, was permitting a voluntary circle jerk after the session proper. That was a welcome surprise since the previous times I couldn't wait to get home to the bathroom to jerk off, and was tempted to use the toilet on the train home.
Without trying hard I can recall some pretty juicy scenes from my visits to the massage group. The first night I went, beginners luck found me at the table of a beautiful young black guy, hung like a bull, as he was due for a frontal massage. Oiled up and gorgeous he lay back with a lovely smile as we three budding masseurs tried to pretend we were intent on working over his leg muscles real good, as we bided our time before we got to pick up that glorious swollen cock that arched up to his stomach. One of the other guys at the table (the skinny guy who had fallen into a manhole) took one look at that dick, then looked at me and licked his lips. We exchanged a smile. We each eventually gave the black guy's prong the loving attention it deserved, and how he didn't come all over the place is a mystery to me.
The advice by Burt about not reducing our massage subject's energy by jerking him off was routinely ignored. Some of the guys did follow the rules and restricted the fondling to simple touching, but I noticed that many of the guys quickly moved on to the old familiar up and down. One time I was lying on my stomach on the table when a big heavy bear of a guy reached between my legs and pumped my dick for several minutes making no pretense that either of us was looking for any other kind of muscle relaxation. I finally had to close my legs when I felt myself too close to coming.
It was not unusual for the masseurs to sometimes massage each other a little in addition to the guy on the table. Several guys reached around the table to play with my uncut cock during my visits to the group, and I also groped some nice looking dicks who weren't officially ready for massage. The guy on the table also frequently gets into the scene and sometimes touches the masseurs around him, especially by the middle of the evening when everyone is getting really horny.
On my last visit to the group, I was in a group with a very young handsome dancer who was there for the first time. He was prime fresh meat for sure, and was so turned on by the scene that as we stripped him during the transformation ceremony, he sprung an absolutely perpendicular hardon. This was before the massage lesson had even begun. When Erik announced the optional circle jerk at the end of the three hour session, I noticed that he managed to work his way next to the hunky young dancer in the circle and pumped that kid's cock as though his life depended on it. I had no complaints, since as I watched our instructor and the dancer, a nice middle aged man with a British accent politely jerked me off as I returned the favor to his nice uncut dick.
Writing this recollection has made me horny and thinking about looking for the phone number of that massage group leader. I wonder if the group is still around, doing their safe fun play thing.