I had regularly used his massage services when I was in town, about once a quarter. His place was in a business park, kind of off the beaten path, but he knew his stuff and had pretty much always been available when I called at the last minute. My schedule when on the road wasn't my own, and I frequently ended up the day very late, with no plans other than to get some dinner and hit the bed, wiped out from a full day of negotiations.

I had originally called his number with the thought that a good massage could drain some of the day's tensions and give me a little relaxation. He had come through very well, and became my regular solace after a frustrating day while in this particular town. Tony had always been able to make an appointment available for me when I called, even though it was usually late.

I showed up on time that night, and as usual I was his last appointment. He locked the front office door as we went into his back room where the massage bed was. He told me to get comfortable as he finished up a few things out front. In the dim lights of the room I removed my clothes and mentally looked forward to the relaxing touch I knew his hands would bring. After the first couple of appointments I had become used to fully stripping for my massages with Tony.

I laid face down on the table and pulled the sheet up over my buttocks and within a minute Tony entered the room. The lights were dim, some sort of new age music was playing lightly in the background and there was the subtle smell of an earthy incense. All of these things combined to take me away from the frustrations of the day and I let my mind drift.

Tony came in and closed the door and lit a few candles around the room. This added to the atmosphere, as he started his wonderful ministrations. His hands took control of my shoulder muscles and he started kneading them slowly, building a rhythm as he worked out toward other muscle sets. He stroked my neck and the back of my head, rubbing from the top of my skull down my neck repeatedly as I felt the tensions of the day leave me.

After working on my shoulders and neck he lifted my left arm and cradled it against him as he stretched it in various rotations, then smoothly rubbed down into my armpit as our arms rubbed against each other. This was repeated with the other arm, then he started working on the muscles surrounding my spine.

He continued to work on my upper body; my back and sides and arms, and then moving the sheet up he started on my legs. He raised each leg and massaged my foot and leg muscles. Eventually he moved up the leg to the thigh and then started on the buttocks too. He moved back down my legs but came back to the butt area several times. At one point he moved my legs apart a little and on his next pass upward he spent more time on the inner thighs.

As his hands worked on my thighs and ass cheeks his fingers slipped a little and brushed my balls and the tip of my cock, which was now peeking out under my balls. I started to worry that I might get an erection, but his regular