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Dan followed her instructions and went to sit on a couch. There was only one other person in the waiting room and he was an old man. The silence in the room was deafening and he couldn't have been more thankful when the door opened and a boy stepped out calling Dan's name. "Dan Howell?"

Dan got up and followed this guy through the door and down a hall into a separate room. Dan couldn't help but notice this boy was cute, though he had no idea what his age might be.

"Please take off your shoes and jacket and place them in this box with your phone," he was told as they entered the darkened room. Dan did as the man told him to. "May I ask that you also change into shorts? We have a selection in that room over there. You're also welcome to wear boxers if you wish."

Dan nodded and went into the changing room. He remembered this from last time. Their selection of shorts was mainly men's basketball shorts that were too big for him or women's athletic shorts that were too small. Dan remembered last time he picked a pair of over-sized basketball shorts as he didn't want to strip down in front of his lady masseuse. However, this time, Dan didn't want to look like an idiot in oversized shorts in front of the cute boy.

When Dan walked back out of the changing room, he was wearing only his T-shirt and boxers and was blushing. Dan noticed his masseur was looking at him which only caused him to blush more.

"Please place your jeans over with your other belongings, then lay down with your face in the hole," he said. Dan briefly made eye contact with the cute boy, but averted his eyes and did as he was told.

Once Dan laid down on the table, he was covered with a towel. This was comforting to him as he felt less exposed like that. He started up on his shoulders. Dan watched as occasionally the boy's feet would come into view below him. He tried to figure out the boy's age based on his ankles and shoes, but that turned out to be harder than it sounded. Dan closed his eyes and decided to try and enjoy the music and massage.

After about twenty minutes of massaging his back, the boy asked Dan to turn over. Dan was confused what was going on ask last time this didn't happen. Then again, last time he only had his legs and feet massaged, but this was something called a "Head-to-Toe" massage. Dan felt uneasy as he turned over. The boy put a pillow under Dan's head and fixed the towel that was covering him.

Dan closed his eyes as he felt it was awkward to keep them open. A few minutes later Dan felt the end of the table that his feet were on slide out to where just his heels were on it. Opening his eyes, Dan noticed the guy put something at the end of the bed. He picked up each of Dan's feet and placed them in a bucket of hot water. Dan closed his eyes again.

Dan listened for the boy's footsteps and he heard them walk around the bed and stop near his head. A few seconds later, there was a hand on his forehead. He started massaging his forehead and then added some kind of oils to this as well. Dan was just thinking how weird it was, until he moved to his cheeks. The boy then moved on to massage Dan's head. This part actually felt really good, and Dan wanted him to spend the remainder of the time just massaging his head and temples like he was.

He then touched Dan's head in such a way that indicated he was trying to move it. He tilted Dan's head to the side and then there was a pause.

Dan's eyes shot wide open as the felt a cold lotion being touched to the skin on his neck. Dan was usually pretty sensitive about people touching his neck, but he didn't want to seem rude about it. So he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Dan squeezed his eyes shut as the cold lotion was rubbed into his neck, which was slowing heating up with friction. The boy pressed down harder and moved up into his hairline a bit, right behind his ear.

That wasn't good. Dan could feel himself getting turned on as the rubbing slowed down. "Think of grandma" Dan told himself in his head.

"Sir, are you okay?" the boy asked in a soft voice.

Dan swallowed. He opened his eyes and thought of how he should answer. Unable to come up with an answer that wasn't, "You rubbing my neck is turning me on," Dan said, "Yeah I'm okay, sorry."

"Okay, please try and relax," he said. A few seconds later, the rubbing resumed and it took every ounce of self control to not clench his muscles.

After what seemed like an hour of this merciless rubbing, the boy moved Dan's to face the other way. Another pause. Dan tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming next. When the cold lotion made contact with his skin, Dan couldn't help but let out a gasp. The boy stopped rubbing his neck for a moment, but continued on.

Again, Dan suffered through the rubbing. After a few minutes of this, he straightened Dan's head and placed a towel over his eyes. The remaining part of the massage went by quickly. Dan felt his feet and legs being kneaded by strong hands, but his mind was still fixated on the sensations left on his neck. He could feel phantom fingertips still pressing into the sides of his neck.

Dan hardly noticed when the towel was removed from his eyes and the boy told him the massage was over. In silence, the boy offered Dan an arm to help him get up. He took his jeans back into the changing room and came back out a minute later. The boy then offered Dan the box with the rest of his belongings as well as a cup of water. Dan drank the water and put on his shoes and jacket.

Dan was about to leave, but he couldn't without saying at least something. "Erm... Thank you. Can I, uh... get your name?"

"No problem!" the boy said. He walked over to the countertop and returned with a business card. "My name's Phil, it's on the card." After a pause he added, "My number's on there too." Phil winked.

Dan's mouth dropped open and he felt himself go red in the face.

Dan left the building after that clutching the card in one hand and his phone in the other. When he got back to his flat, he read over the name and number one more time. Phil Lester. Setting the card down on the kitchen counter, Dan decided to prepare himself some lunch. The blue card would occasionally catch his eye as he made food. Dan knew that later tonight he would be calling the number listed the card written in simple dark blue letters, and he knew he wouldn't be calling for just another massage.