Perry and the Massage Videos

“Welcome to the neighborhood!”

Her smile seemed painted on. I could only wonder what went on in her head as she stepped up to me and my husband Stuart. She was carrying a tray with two glasses of iced tea and a plate of cookies, likely self-made. Everything about it was exactly how I had imagined small town life.

Stuart and I had both reached age 40 last year. We had met in Boston 13 years ago and had stayed together all this time. I loved him so much, there is no way I could imagine my life with anyone else. The puzzle pieces just fit. We got each other and knew one another through and through.

Stuart’s muscular body was just an extra. We had been each other’s gym buddy for just as long as we had been dating. Another extra was Stuart’s successful career as an accountant. With me having my own massage salon, it got us to afford a second home in Provincetown where we spent our summers. We got married in 2014.

Everything was going so well. I didn’t want to change anything at all. But I knew that Stuart grew up in a suburb and wanted to move into a quieter area once he considered himself “middle-aged”. Apparently that time had come now that we both had a 4 at the start of our age.

I wasn’t as much a fan at first. Stuart really wanted a yard, where we would get a dog that could run around. Our apartment hadn’t been ideal for that. Also, he said there wouldn’t be the sound of sirens or traffic in the night. All of that sounded good. Stuart made sure that we looked into places that weren’t too far from Boston and closer to Provincetown.

My main fear had to do with the people. Although we had both had our experiences with racism in Boston (Stuart was of Japanese descent, whereas I was born in Afghanistan and brought to the US aged eight), I didn’t feel like a small town would automatically be safer. Homophobia was also likelier to rear its ugly head, I thought. Stuart claimed it wouldn’t be so bad.

So before I knew it, Stuart had found this gorgeous house in Buzzards Bay in Bourne, Massachusetts. An hour from Boston, 90 minutes to Provincetown. There was room for a massage studio in the house. There was no way I could be against this choice. It was a beautiful house, so much green around, near all of this water, and the street seemed beautifully quiet.

I had to sell the salon, which was tough for me. Working from home seemed quite nice, though I worried if I was going to get to a similar number of clients. Stuart easily found a job in New Bedford, a 30 minute drive away.

And in September of 2020, we moved.

We were unpacking the U-HAUL when a white woman with long brown hair, a white top and tight jeans had walked towards us from across the street. She reminded me of any character on Desperate Housewives.

“I got you boys a cold drink and some cookies. You must be exhausted.”

She put the tray down on the deck. She looked back and forth between me and my Stuart and didn’t flinch for a second. Maybe I was wrong about at least one part of small towns.

Just as she introduced herself as Janet to Stuart, who shook her hand, behind the U-HAUL appeared who I assumed was her husband. His dark blond hair had some streaks of gray, especially in his beard. His grey polo couldn’t hide his muscular shoulders, chest and arms. He stood behind his wife and waited to shake Stuart’s hand as well.

Janet walked up to me to shake my hand.

“Fareed”, I said, having trouble to focus on looking her in the eye as I introduced myself.

I wanted to know this hunk of a man’s name and now I had missed hearing it as he said it to Stuart because Janet wanted to warmly welcome me into the neighborhood.

“I am Janet! We’re on number 19, just across the road”, she said.

“And this is my husband Perry”, she turned as he walked towards me.

He was just a bit taller than me, making me look up at him.

“Perry Caines”, he said, smiling.

“Fareed Adeel”, I mumbled.

The four of us stood in a circle as Janet talked all about how wonderful the area was to live in. Stuart and I at least peppered the conversation with a few responses like “uh huh”, and “oh, great”. Perry remained quiet, standing next to his wife. Janet did ask where we moved from, but that was about it.

“Hey, once you get settled in, you’ll probably be so tired. Can I cook you some dinner? You are welcome to come over!”

Janet gestured to her house across the road. Stuart looked at me. Whenever I was tired, I was usually the one to want to be on the sofa with some takeout. But this time was different. I was intrigued by Perry.

“That sounds great!”, I replied.

Janet had made a casserole. It was actually very good. Once we had unpacked the U-HAUL and brought it back, I was pretty exhausted. As could have been predicted, I just wanted to relax on the sofa and get used to my new house. But I also didn’t have any energy left to get into the kitchen and cook. Neither did Stuart. So we showered, changed and made our way across the street.

And even though I was still tired, I was happy we did come over. The food was good and I got to sit across from Perry, who was utterly charming. Though there was no confusion about who wore the pants in that relationship.

“Honey, offer them some more wine.”

Perry always seemed to do what he was told.

We quickly learned that Janet was a yoga instructor. She wanted to know if either of us did yoga. When we said no, she told us all about how beneficial yoga is. I’m sure I tuned out during her monologue. I just remember checking out how Perry’s bicep flexed whenever he used his knife.

Janet’s talking was slowly getting me even more tired, but I knew I had to hold out for a little longer before I could get to bed in my new house.

In an impressive turn of events, when Janet seemed to shortly take a breath talking about yoga, Stuart managed to interject.

“What about you, Perry? You seem quite athletic as well. Do you also have such a healthy profession?”

I looked at Janet’s confused expression before I looked at Stuart as he asked the question. Stuart and I were always thinking the same thing and this evening was no different.

Perry smiled.

“Uhm…”

He had only said a few sentences so far tonight.

“I am actually a clinical psychologist.”

“That is fascinating”, Stuart responded.

I smiled. I agreed. I somehow hadn’t expected that profession for the muscular, quiet man. Though it made sense. He was a listener, that’s for sure.

I wanted to hear more from Perry, but there was no opportunity. Janet wanted to know about Stuart’s and my profession. Stuart went first. Janet seemed impressed and asked him several questions. When I said I’m a massage therapist, hoping to start my own studio and receive clients at the house, Janet seemed thrilled. She turned to Perry.

“Honey, maybe you can get Fareed to check out that neck thing?”

“Yeah…”, he said.

“It’s quite common to have issues with the neck, actually”, I told him. “A massage can really relieve some of that tension.”

“Yeah, I’ve been having a stiff neck after a long workday.”

It felt great when he addressed me directly. His beautiful eyes and smile right across from me.

“That’s likely to be some muscle tightness”, I said. “I can definitely help.”

“I’ve tried to give him a neck massage after work”, Janet said, “but it doesn’t really seem to work. I gave him some yoga exercises to do, but they haven’t helped.”

When dinner was over, Stuart and I thanked Janet and Perry profusely for their hospitality and the food. We said we were very tired after the move and they understood. Stuart went ahead and gave Janet a hug goodbye. I followed suit and hugged Janet, waiting to see how Stuart and Perry would say goodbye. Seemingly without awkwardness, I saw them hug in the corner of my eye. That made me happy. I hugged Perry. It felt good to be wrapped up in his strong arms.

Stuart and I walked back to our house. I let my arm rest around his neck.

“That was fun, right?”

I felt his arm go around my waist.

“It was. I am so tired now though.”

“Me too.”

When we finally got to bed, we sat up against the headboard. We looked around our new room. I then looked at him and smiled. It looked so good! It felt like home already.

“Are you happy?”, he asked.

I nodded. I leaned in to kiss him.

Despite the long, exhausting day, I took Stu’s cock in my mouth and blew him. His cock grew hard in my mouth so quickly. He soon returned the favor. I fucked him missionary and he fucked me doggy. After we had both cum, we fell asleep while cuddling.

The next morning, I did realize just how quiet it was here. I felt so calm myself. It was possible that it was because it was Sunday, but then I couldn’t imagine it being much busier during the week.

I went to work on my studio, getting everything set up. I was so happy with how peaceful the interior looked. The studio had its separate entrance and a small waiting area. The studio itself had one massage table and enough room for me to walk around, as well as a cabinet with oils and towels. I took photos and decided to get to work on a website and social media accounts the next day. I was hoping the people in Bourne, Massachusetts were needing massages.

On Monday morning, it was time for Stuart’s first day at his new job. I made him breakfast so he could take his time getting ready. I did suddenly feel very much like a house husband when I waved him goodbye from the porch in a T-shirt and sweatpants, holding a coffee in one hand.

I looked at the green trees and sighed. I took my coffee and sat outside for a while. I could get used to starting my days like this. I was thinking about how I wanted the website for my massage studio to look. I could post the photos from the interior. But it would be nice if there were some photos of someone getting a massage. Or maybe even videos, showing the different massages I provide. I wondered if I could get Stuart to do it. His nice body could lure in some customers.

Suddenly I heard a door open across the street. I noticed Perry walking out, in a surprisingly cute tanktop and shorts. He picked up the newspaper from the lawn. He spotted me when he got back up. He waved.

“Hey Perry, good morning!”

He walked towards me and crossed the road. I felt my heart beating as I realized I’d get to talk to him by myself.

“Good morning”, he said as he got closer. “Are you two settling in OK?”

“Yeah, I’m already feeling very at home”, I said.

“You look it”, he said as he smiled his beautiful smile.

He stood on the lawn right in front of me. His muscular chest, shoulders and arms were now very visible. He had a beautiful body. I suddenly had an idea.

“I finished the studio yesterday. Want to see?”

“Absolutely!”, he said.

I led him around to the side of the house where the entrance was. In the little waiting area, I opened the door for him so he could walk in.

“You did such a good job, man”, he said, sounding genuinely impressed.

I checked out his beautiful round ass when he walked in front of me.

As we stood around the massage table, he said, “I hope you can get your business off the ground here. I’m sure you were quite successful in Boston.”

I looked down.

“I was. I had my own salon.”

There was some silence.

“I can pay for that neck massage”, Perry said eventually.

I chuckled.

“Thanks, but that’s OK. Just promise that you’ll tell everyone how great it was when it’s over.”

He laughed.

“I will!”

Perry was so much more fun without his wife.

“Actually, would now be OK for you?”, he asked me as he looked at his watch.

“Sure!”

Perry held the back of his neck, showing his hairy armpit.

“I could really use it.”

“If you could take off your tanktop and lay face down?”

“Yep”, Perry replied as I saw his upper body unveiled in front of me. His chest and stomach were furry. He was so much more built than I ever could have hoped. I was looking forward to touching his muscles.

“So you’re not working this morning”, I said, carrying on conversation desperately as I turned on some calming music.

“I only work three and a half days, it’s great”, he said as he found his spot on the table.

His back was just as defined. The curve of his ass was now especially obvious.

I put some oil on my hands and warmed it up.

“Try to relax your shoulders as much as you can”, I said, before I started on Perry’s neck.

“Hmmmm”, he murmured.

“That’s quite the knot, Perry.”

“That feels really good though.”

“Yeah, it feels like you needed this.”

Gradually I could feel his neck and shoulders relaxing as I rubbed out the muscle tension. His breathing slowed down.

“That’s good…”, he said.

I took my time to really work on the stiff joints in his shoulders and upper back as well. Once I felt like I had done my job, it was 30 minutes later.

“All done”, I said.

“Hm? Oh. I had fallen asleep”, he admitted as he sat up.

I admired his chest and abs again as he reached to the back of his neck again.

“Wow, this feels so much better!”

“Good!”, I smiled.

“I’m sure this will be just as successful as your salon”, Perry said as we walked out. “We just need people to know about it. I promise I’ll tell as many people as I can.”

“Thanks”, I chuckled.

“Least I can do!”

“Actually, about that”, I said, finally telling him the idea I’d had when he stood on the lawn earlier.

“I was going to work on the website today. I’d like to shoot some videos with the massages I offer, so people know what to book. I was looking for someone who wouldn’t mind being on video receiving massages. Would you…?”

“Me?”

Perry poked his index finger into his buff chest.

“Yeah! Especially now I know you’re not working full time.”

“So I’d receive every massage you can do for free?”

I laughed.

“Yeah!”, I repeated.

“That sounds like a great deal!”

TO BE CONTINUED….