Naked Pleasure

My first week as a masseur was full of nervousness and ambiguity. I am meeting strangers and will have to be nude. Not underwear nude. Fully naked, nude. My mind was flooded with questions of uncertainty if this was the right move to make a living. Sure, I could find a 9 to 5 job but the money potential is far greater as a masseur. I sucked it up and just said “F*ck it!” Nakedness, here I come!

As clients would enter, the conversation would be brief and shortly after, the client would eagerly take their clothes off while awaiting my turn. It felt similar to the locker room without the ‘Pervy Uncle’ staring at you while salivating at every inch of your body. Once my clothes were off, I would instruct the client to lay on the table with their face down. Clients would follow those instructions slowly while gazing at my naked forum.

While massaging clients, I allow them to mutually touch me. Within ten minutes of the massage, either my legs are being caressed by their hands, their fingers are running through my bushy pubic hair or they are reaching for my above average penis to massage it until it is erect. At first, I was a bit standoffish by this but soon realized that this is a job. I am there to make as much money as possible for each session. The way I see it is that I am fulfilling each client’s sexual desire through the art of touch.

My nakedness is what heightens their sexual pleasure.