Where it happened: massage parlor
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
As one who grew up in a typical conservative small mid-western town to typical conservative small mid-western parents, I was gifted with confusing, if not outright repressed feelings about sex. “Close the door” and “Put some clothes on”, were thoughts, feelings and actions I had to endure most of my young life. Only now, at middle age, do I feel comfortable enough with myself, and knowledable about my sexuality, to make the decisions dictating intimacy in relationships.
Maturing, I knew that I always liked girls, even developing a healthy respect for women, after my father left home, making me the “man” of the family-whatever that means. Girlfriends, dating and sex, however were a world away, as I found myself to be poor, and largely unattractive to women. Matsurbation was an outlet, but the guilt that went along with the pleasure made for a luke-warm experience at best. I was forced to assume the roll of “friend”, not “lover” throughout the left-over radical “free-love” attitude of the 60s.
As I entered my second decade on this planet, a male friend, and fellow loser with women, offered a “party day” for my 20th birthday, and aggreing, it wasn’t long before were off in his ramshakled jalopy to “The Big Town” over the hill. My friend was an interesting collection of contradiction. He never held a job, yet money streamed from the pockets of his jeans like wine, and although he was not yet 21, every adult business we partook of from pool hall to strip joint knew him by name.
Before too long, I found myself in tow at the doorstep of a small, run-down two story establishment in the worst part of town, where upon entering, we were greeted by an older Asian woman running the place. My friend was welcomed with open arms from “Kim”, and I was introduced with the added information that were were celebrating a “special” day. Kim made me feel more welcome, and less abandoned as my host for the day decided to do a dissappearing act, leaving me alone in this dimly lit “den of sin”.
Depositing me in the available working room, I did what I was told, “got comfortable” and accepted the shower that was offered. Making my way back to the room, I remember the damp towel wrapped tightly enough to cut off circulation, as though the thin terry cloth would somehow keep my virginity in tack. Kim was waiting for me, and sencing my hesitation, allowed me to keep my mid-section covered as I climbed onto the large mattress on the floor prepairing myself for what, I wasn’t sure.
Her soft hands stroked my back, as her equally soft voice made friendly conversation, the pounding of my heart subsided for the first time since stepping foot inside this curious establishment. I was actually able to relax and enjoy my first massage experiencing the mixed sensation of slightly chilled flesh warming to her touch, the combination of quiet female tones coupled with Muzac spilling from unseen speakers.
Soon Kim asked me to turn over, and allowed me to remain covered, as thopugh she was somehow protecting me from the potential enevitable. I got my first look at this lovely Asian, a most beautiful older woman, her age giving her a sence of class and experience, and not the worn-out look of some street-walker in her final years one might imagine. Her hair, makeup and perfume were all just right, delivering a quality of elegance I was not used to seeing on the girls I was most familliar with. Her hands traveled from my chest and shoulders to the sides of my face, in an almost romantic way. She began to compliment me, saying how handsome I was, and how she wished I was her “boyfriend”-words I had longed to hear, but of course, could never believe. She never broke eye contact as her massage took her to my lower abdomen, and upper thighs.
By this time, I couldn’t help but respond, the enlarging bulge benieth the towel making itself more appairent every second. Kim cupped my penis, sending a shock that made the equipment jump fully to life, as even with the thin fabric still between us, the sensation of a touch other than my own was strainge, new and wonderful. She leaned over me, and with heavily accented English whispered in my ear, words I will never forget-“I want to make love to you.”
I stumble for words, allowing her only something to the effect that “I wasn’t very good”, but they fell on deaf ears as Kim stripped the towel from me for good, the sudden rush of cool air to my loins seemingly making me harder.
The next few minutes are a blur, as the sexual escapades began in earnest, from Kim disrobing in record time, to my first encounter with a condom. Soon her slightly chunky, but still attractive frame replaced my spot on the mattress, her shapely legs drawn up and apart, splitting her dark pelt for me to enter. She reached out for me to join her, as her fingers deftly guided me in.
I only wished I could recall the details of our encounter, as all too soon, I was back on the street, to see my friend waiting for me calmly drinking a Coke, and listening to the radio station. My head was spinning, my thoughts confused as I tried to sort out what had just happened to me. I was no longer a virgin, yet felt no different at all. Everything worked the way nature had planned, but was that it? It seemed my entire emotional life was passing before me. This is what everyone was talking about? Was going nuts about? This is what spy have sold their countries out for? What mariages had broken up over? Hell, even what Hugh Hefner built an empire on?
It took my years to fully understand the experience, and for me, it was the best way to learn. By then, I had established my sexuality as strait, yet realized all along what I had been missing from relationships.
Love.
Alright, so I’m not like most guys, but I had learned a lesson that some guys never do, that for me, sex without love was just not worth the effort. An empty experience I had no interest in repeating. I am grateful to Kim, wherever she may be, for helping me to make that decision, to choose the path that was right for me. I have since found a wonderful woman, and we have two beautiful children and an incredible life together. Knowing I will do no better, that the greenest grass is in my own backyard makes the day a lot more worth living.
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