The next day I saw Allen in the hallway and he yelled out to me. I turned around to see him sharply dressed and his cheeks rosy and eyes sparkling. He came up and shook my hand and put his other hand on my shoulder signifying he was very comfortable with me. Allen was 22 and I am 26. I too am athletic and have much the same physique as Allen. He wanted to take me to lunch to thank me for the massage. I was excited to see him and spend time with him.

At lunch he asked all sorts of questions about how I had gotten into massaging and I explained it had helped me and I wanted to help others. Since this was at the work cafeteria, I didn’t say too much more of what I had on my mind. I told him what he experienced was a fraction of what massage could do. He was interested in hearing more and I told him another time, perhaps when he came over again.

As the number of times I massaged him increased, he became more and more relaxed and trusting. I then dropped the bomb on him about tantric massage and waited to see his reaction. He was not jumping into it right away but listened. I told him to read up on it and if he had any questions to let me know. Each time I gave him a massage, his body responded to my touch and his mind allowed me to touch and mold this beautiful young man like putty.

I had given Allen 7-8 massages. I talked up the tantric massage more and more each time only giving bits and pieces to allow him to accept things gradually. After a massage one night, in our conversation we had afterwards, he said he had read up about tantric massage but felt weird about it. I asked him to give me more details. He said no other male had touched him and he was 150% straight. I explained further that this type of massage was shared between men to bring them closer together and to use the sexual energy to move all over the body and to allow each of us to reach higher levels of energy and understanding.