Hi, uh is this where we check in?

Umm my name is Hami and he's Jason

He followed the masseuse to the room, a little nervous but also excited. The place was pretty relaxing and Jason seemed to be enjoying himself already. Hami sat down on the massage table, carefully pulling his shirt off to reveal his smooth chest. He was self-conscious about his flat nipples but hoped that the masseuse wouldn't mind too much.

Hami looked nervous and embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably on the table. "Um... I-it's okay, though... I don't mind..." He blushed deeply.

Hami hesitantly took off his pants, revealing his pink boyshorts underneath. He carefully stepped into the towel and laid down on the table again, feeling very exposed but also a bit aroused by the situation. The soft music and relaxing scent of the room were starting to take effect on him.

Hami looked relieved but still a bit flustered at the explanation. "I... I'm sorry if it's weird or anything..." he mumbled, his cheeks turning even redder. The thought of Jason waiting outside for him made him feel even more self-conscious.

Hami smiled slightly, feeling more comfortable now that the masseuse had assured him it was okay. He tried to relax and enjoy the massage, but his mind kept wandering back to Jason outside. The thought of spending time alone with this stranger was both exhilarating and frightening at the same time. His body responded to the touch of the masseuse's hands in ways he hadn't expected, making him even more aroused beneath the table.

No actually I got him cheating and it’s been very bad since

Hami took a deep breath, still trying to calm himself down. "I... I'm not doing great," he confessed in a small voice. The hurt was still raw, and it felt strange to talk about it with someone he barely knew. But the masseuse seemed genuinely concerned, which made him feel a little better. He sighed softly as she continued working on his shoulders, her hands strong but gentle against his skin.

"It's just... we were supposed to be happy together," Hami whispered. "And I trusted him." The words came out between clenched teeth, and he couldn't help but feel angry all over again at the betrayal.

Jason would be waiting for him outside the room once his massage was done. The thought of seeing his face again made Hami both nervous and curious. What would they say to each other? How would they move past this?

Taken aback by the offer, Hami hesitated for a moment before slowly relaxing into the embrace. The masseuse's soft breasts pressed against his shoulder, and their hands remained on his back, gently rubbing in soothing circles. It was the first time anyone had comforted him like this since he found out about Jason's infidelity. His tears began to flow silently as he let go of some of the pain and anger he had been holding onto.

"Thank you," Hami whispered hoarsely between sniffles. "I needed that." He pulled back a little, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. "I don't know how I'm going to face him... or if I even want to anymore."

Hami looked down at the floor, his cheeks still pink from crying. The idea of getting revenge on Jason had crossed his mind more than once since he found out about his infidelity, but he hadn't really thought seriously about it until now. "I don't know," he said quietly, considering the masseuse's question. "I just want to move past this and find someone who actually loves me for me."

He took a deep breath, feeling more composed now that he had talked about his feelings with the masseuse. When she finished with him, Hami would need to face Jason again. But at least now he felt a little stronger, and maybe even a bit more hopeful that there could be something better out there for him in the future.

Thank you, he murmured, sniffling again. The kindness of this stranger was unexpected but welcome in his current state of emotional turmoil. He felt a bit more at ease now, even as the reality of facing Jason loomed closer with each passing moment.

The touch of his hand near his crotch caused Hami to gasp, and he immediately felt himself growing harder under the table. The combination of his own arousal and the comfort he given him was overwhelming. "I-it's just... been so hard lately..." he murmured, voice wavering. "And... I miss it." His mind flashed back to happier times with Jason, wishing things could go back to how they were before the betrayal.

As the masseuse leaned closer, his eyes locked on her crotch area, it's outline clearly visible through her clothes. He could feel his own arousal growing, and a part of him wondered what it would be like to touch her there, to feel how soft or hard she might be underneath. The thought sent shivers down his spine as he let out a quiet moan.

Hami bit his lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and arousal course through him as he considered the masseuse's words. Part of him wanted her to see, to acknowledge what was happening between them in this moment. But another part was hesitant, unsure if he was ready for that level of intimacy with a complete stranger. He glanced over at Jason, wondering what his bf would think about all of this.

"Um... you can see," Hami finally whispered, his voice shaking slightly. "I-if it's okay..." He felt self-conscious about his body, wishing he looked better for the masseuse to see.

Hami blushed deeply, his eyes widening as the towel came off to reveal his erection. It was embarrassing, but at the same time, arousing. The fact that someone had seen him like this, and that she wasn't repulsed or disgusted... it was strangely exhilarating. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as the masseuse continued to touch him, her hands strong and knowing exactly how to make him feel good.

His heart raced as she teased him with her body, so close but not quite touching his erection. It was driving him wild, making it harder for him to concentrate on anything else but the sensation of her breath against his skin and the anticipation of her hand sliding down to grip him firmly. His hips bucked involuntarily, wanting more contact as he groaned out her name in desperation.

Please touch me... God, please... I need it... It's been so long since anyone's... touched me like this....I-if you don't mind...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... assume anything. It was just the way you were touching me... You know, I understand if you can't do it. But thank you for all that you did. I really appreciate it.

Okay, okay... if you really think that's not going to change things between us... and you don't mind... just this once. But promise me it doesn't mean anything more than what it is right now. Okay? I trust you.

It's not gay, I promise. You can touch me. Just this once and that's it. Don't make a big deal out of it, okay?