Massaging My Comfort Zone

The past week I’ve been having some neck and shoulder issues. I think it’s a combination of sleeping wrong and then doing a shoulder and back workout the next day (that would be Tuesday). Enter Thursday… I figured I’d talk to my friend who is a massage therapist and ask him to do a little moonlighting and let me buy one from him since he has done it in the past.

The guy is very good at what he does to I was looking forward to yet another good massage. However, it turns out that his boyfriend has some weird issues with him giving massages to guys he’s dated in the past (we went on 3 dates years ago and just became friends after that). To complicate things even further, apparently his boyfriend found out that he had given me a massage several months ago and went all mental on him. Crazy people like that make me not want to get into a relationship; just a total lack of trust on their part. Anyway, to make a long story short, I was informed that my friend was “prohibited” from giving me anymore massage therapies. BAH!

Unfortunately, having my neck and back worked on was now in my head so I figured I’d check around to see if there was a place close to my home. How fortunate that there is one two blocks away. I called and scheduled an appointment that day (yesterday).

Now keep in mind that I do not live in the “gay” part of town so us gays are a little more underground here (this will play into the story soon enough).

I head out after work to the massage therapy place and fill out the paperwork before the appointment. I did not know who was going to give the therapy but assumed they’d be female since the place had an approximate 1 to 3 split between male and female therapists. I’d never had one from a female before and felt kinda weird about it; but hey, something new to expand my comfort zone I guess.

It turns out that my therapist was male. Great, no new expansions of the comfort zone this time. While expanding that zone is a good thing, I still like the comfort I get with my zone remaining exactly where it is.

So here I am, lying on the table totally naked with a sheet and blanket covering the private parts. A guy I just met (and have no clue about his sexuality) is touching my skin. I had no problems to speak of until he got to my hands and massaged them. Here is this guy holding my hand. Now that is where it got weird.

Yo dude! That’s my hand you are holding. I’m not gay! I'm straight and uncomfortable with a guy touching my hand. W H A T ! ! !

Yup, that is what went through my mind. It definitely turned into a comfort zone expanding experience after all. It took a lot of effort not to start laughing at myself right then and there. Of all the crazy things, why would those feeling surface? Last time I looked, I was gay.

Some days, I find myself quite entertaining with all the weird, crazy, and stupid stuff that goes through my head.