This all happened around 35 years ago so pre much of the internet. I had replied to an advert in H&E for a tantric massage and arrived at the guy's first floor flat in, I think, Staines, on time.
Having had the more usual rub & tug massages before I knew the procedure and offered my cash as I was welcomed in.
The flat was simply laid out suggesting he didnt live here. It was clean and rather bright because the roof was glazed and the sun beamed down, rather attractively. My masseur introduced himself as Benedict, dressed in a robe, offered me a drink as it was a warmish sunny day and went on to ask why I wanted a tantric massage. I dont recall my exact answer but something along the lines of wanting to try something new and having heard mysterious tales about tantric (pre me on the internet).
After a little chat to ensure I was happy with what would happen (he omitted something..) I was asked to remove my spectacles and put on a blindfold. I was then lead across the room and he first removed my shoes and socks as it was a polished wood floor. I was standing and disorientated by the blindfold so he guided my hand to his head so I didnt fall. Then off came my trousers after he had had to rather tug at my tight belt followed by the slow unbuttoning of my shirt. And that is when I expected to be lead to the table but I hadnt listened properly and, though blindfolded, I remember the unmistakeable feeling of my semi popping up as he pulled my underpants off! Initial embarrassment quickly gave way to the fact that Benedict had removed them and must have seen a bulge and, no doubt, had seen one before.
Benedict then lead me, still blindfolded, to the table where I was helped to lie face down and then instructed on how to breathe the tantric way.
The massage commenced in the usual way, at least as far as I recall more 30 years later, nothing unusual happened. I received a full body massage of my back from head to toe and found it so relaxing I nodded off briefly a few times. At some stage I was asked to turn over and, still blindfolded, was helped so I didnt fall off.
I have to say that whilst, initially, I found the blindfold restrictive it does heighten the other senses such as touch and hearing.
Having turned over Benedict gently removed the blindfold and continued the massage. Because of the bright sunlight through his glazed roof I didnt open my eyes properly and slipped into another nap. Standing behind my head Benedict reached along my torso with his massage strokes. Throughout he had moved around the table to access different parts of me.I am tall so this is normal when working on my legs and feet so I didnt really notice, in my disorientated, sleepy state, when, behind my head, he must have climbed onto the table or stood on a box to drop his semi erect cock into my slightly open mouth!
I had not seen many other cocks at this time - father's, brother's and what you saw in schoolroom shower blocks - certainly none close enough to handle or feel other than my own - but here was my chance and, after a moment to make sure it wasnt a mistake, I started tasting and feeling it with my tongue. As I did so Benedict put his oily hand on my cock and I realised I had a rampant boner! So, I guess, he saw this as an invitation. As he started to massage the one part of me he hadnt mentioned at the start he withdrew his semi from my mouth.
After he had brought me to a thuddering and very explosive orgasm which splashed his face I begged to return the favour. I would like to say that we then retreated to the bathroom for a joint shower but, alas, no. My time was up and another victim was due. Looking back I wonder why I didnt ask to stay and help the next victim - in some way! Or book another appointment straight away.
The real shame is that the phone number didnt work a fortnight later and the advert in H&E never appeared again.
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