Stark Raving Naked

Chapter 1-2

“I told you: you’ll get used to me talking like this, but I know something is troubling you. I think it’s somehow connected to Brenda.”

Nick tried to get up off the massage bed, but Michael pushed him down again.

“Relax.”

Michael moved to the other leg and started massaging it.

“The more I look at your legs, the more I’m convinced you definitely played sport when you were younger. You really have got very nice legs.”

“Thanks. You’re right, I did play a lot of sport when I was younger.”

“Why did you give it all up?”

“I had to.”

“Someone make you?”

“You could say that.”

“And after you gave up your sport, you withdrew into your shell.”

Nick remained silent while Michael continued massaging.

“I get the feeling you’re holding back on a lot of things. You need to let them go. Speak out and say what’s troubling you. By bottling things up, you actually create tension in your body. I can feel it in your muscles; they’re tense. Did you have a bad relationship?”

Nick remained silent.

“It’s okay, Nick, we all go through things like that in life. You’re not alone in that field.”

Michael covered up Nick’s legs with a towel to keep them warm, then moved to his shoulders.

“You really are bottling up things. I can feel the tension in these shoulders of yours. Relax.”

Michael’s hands slide down Nick’s shoulders, over his lower back, and onto his bubble butt. Nick tensed his butt.

“Relax,” said Michael, giving Nick’s ass a gentle slap.

“I can’t.”

“Of course, you can. Just relax.”

Nick’s left hand dropped off the bed and hung down the side of the table. Michael continued to massage Nick’s back and butt, then he moved left of the massage table. Nick’s arm slid between Michael’s legs, and his hand came up to touch Michael’s ass.

“Hey, Nick. I told you I was professional.”

Nick immediately withdrew his hand from between Michael’s legs and let his hand drop back to hanging next to the table. “I’m so sorry, Michael. It was instinct. I’m so embarrassed.”

“No need to be. You’re not the first person who’s tried to feel me up while I’ve been massaging them, but while I’m in my work mode, I keep it very professional.”

“I really am sorry.”

Michael then moved to the right of the table and worked on Nick’s back and butt.

“Nick, can I ask you a question?”

“Well, it seems as though you know the answers already.”

“You’re wrong there. I don’t know everything, but tell me, are you in the closet?

“I beg your pardon.”

“I’m sorry to be so direct, but that’s me. I’m beginning to think the name Brenda was someone in your life, and perhaps she was the wrong person for you. Am I right?”

Nick remained silent.

“Maybe you actually want a guy in your life and not a woman. Am I right?”

Once again, Nick was silent.

Michael moved to the left of the table again and lifted the towel that had been covering Nick’s legs.

“I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you. Would you mind turning over, please?”

Nick turned over onto his back, and Michael re-covered his midriff with the towel.

Michael went to the end of the table, bent over Nick’s face, and looked at it. “Are those tears I see there in those blue eyes?”

Nick tried to shake his head as if to say he was not crying.

“You can talk to me you know. I’m a very good listener.”

“I feel such a fool.”

“You don’t have to. Nick, you can be completely open with me because whatever is said in my studio remains here between you and me.”

“I used to be in a relationship with a woman, and, yes, her name was Brenda. How did you know that?”

“I don’t really know. Let’s just say I have an ability to see certain things, and things just come to me. It’s the same as some people having injuries on their body, but they don’t tell me. I get a tingling feeling in my hands when I hit the injured spot, and then I tell them about their injury. What happened between you and Brenda?”

“My family basically forced me into marrying her, but I knew from the beginning that it wasn’t the right thing. We often fought, and I ended up spending many nights at the bar getting drunk.”

“But what do you mean you were forced? It wasn’t an arranged marriage, was it?”

“No, nothing like that, but you know what some parents are like. You have to find a wife and produce grandchildren for them. It’s almost as though that’s their mission in life, just to become grannies and granddads.”

Michael laughed at Nick’s statement. “I know what you mean, but at that time, were you aware you were gay?”

“I just knew I was in the wrong sort of relationship. Brenda was a decent girl, but I wasn’t happy being married.”

“Where did you meet Brenda?”

“We went to school together.”

“So, you had known her for some time.”

“Yes, and my parents liked her.”

“Did you ever go to any gay bars or clubs or speak to anyone about your position?”

“Not to begin with because I wasn’t sure about myself, and then one night, I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I ventured out for a drink and landed in a gay bar. I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was because I didn’t know what to expect.”

“So, what happened?”

“The atmosphere in the bar seemed very right, if you know what I mean. People seemed so relaxed and friendly. I had a couple of beers and enjoyed the atmosphere. That first night, a young guy came up to me and started speaking. He seemed quite a decent sort of guy, and we bought each other a couple of drinks. Then he invited me to go home with him.”

“And?”

“I wasn’t sure whether I was doing the right thing,” said Nick, hesitantly.

“But you went with him, didn’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Instinct.”

“One half of me seemed to be saying it was wrong, but the other part of me was saying go for it. Well, I went back to his flat where we had another couple of drinks, and then I spent part of the night with him. He was so gentle with me and showed me a sort of loving I’d never experienced before. I actually enjoyed it so much, I asked if I could see him again.”

“Did you tell him you were married?”

“No. I was frightened he might say he wouldn’t see me again.”

“I’m sure had he known you were married, he would have kept you there for good. There’s nothing better for a gay guy than having a conquest over a married man. At least, that’s what some gays say. But then what happened?”

“I enjoyed his company, so I made a point of seeing him at least once a week where we’d have some drinks and then go back to his place and enjoy each other, until Brenda found out.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No. She followed me one night when I went off to the bar. She saw it was a gay bar, watched me leave with my friend, and followed in a cab.”

“I don’t think I want to know what happened next.”

“Well, it was ugly, but within a month, we were divorced.”

“And now?”

“Well, I’ve only been divorced for two months, and I’m trying to get my life back on track.”

“Does that bring us as to why you’re here today? Were you hoping that something might happen? You know, to make a pass at me with the hopes that we might end up doing something?”

Nick remained silent with his eyes closed.

“I do this job professionally. I also have a good relationship with my partner, and I wouldn’t jeopardize either that or my job. I suppose I could give clients extras if they wanted them, but I wouldn’t feel right about it. I know there are plenty of people who advertise their services for other things, but being in a relationship makes it difficult for me. I don’t need to service other guys, if you know what I mean.”

“Sure, I do, but I’m grateful to you for listening to my story.”

Michael moved to Nick’s feet where he took hold of them. “Nick, breathe in through your nose and hold it for the count of seven and then breathe out through your mouth.”

Nick did as he was told while Michael pulled on each foot, stretching them.

“Again.”

Nick repeated the task.

“And one more time.”

Once more, Nick did it.

“What was that for?”

“It’s how I end my massages, giving you a short time to come back to normality. Right. Nick, hop off and get dressed, and we can continue talking if you’d like. I’m going to get you something to drink, and we’ll spend some time together.”

Nick climbed off the table and went behind the screen to start getting dressed. Michael left Nick alone to collect two sodas for them. While he was gone, Brad entered the sitting room and saw it was empty. He then crossed to the telephone in the massage studio, but he did not see Nick behind the screen.

Brad dialed a number, and then he spoke into the phone quietly.

“Hi, Paulo,” said Brad. “How are things? I think Michael must have gone out because he’s not here in his studio. I just wanted to say thanks for the great time in Sitges. I can’t wait to feel you slip into me again. No, I don’t know when he’ll be going away, but if he does, I’ll let you know. We can get together for a night of heavy petting and screwing. How’s that make you feel? Me, too. Just the thought makes me horny. I really need to see you again. Hey, listen, I think I can hear him coming, so I’d better hang up. Cheers, my super dude.”

Brad replaced the phone and left to go to his and Michael’s bedroom.

No sooner had Brad left, Michael entered the sitting room, and Nick came from behind the screen with a puzzled look on his face.

“Here we go, Nick. Have a seat and let’s chat.”

Michael and Nick sat in the easy chairs with their sodas.

“You said you lived with someone, didn’t you?”

“Yes, my partner.”

“When you say partner, do you mean business partner or other?”

“If you put it that way, other. Brad and I live together. He’s my boyfriend, but we’re not here to talk about him and me. It’s you I want to talk about. Apart from the friend you met in the bar, have you been out to other bars or clubs to meet other guys?”

“Not really. Not since the divorce. It actually came as a shock to me, more her following me than anything else.”