Eric loitered on the street next to the building, checking his phone. A couple weekends ago his friend Hana had asked him if he’d be down to go to a class together. They’d been friends for a few years, since they’d worked together. He liked her— she was able to relax, to be chill in a way that was uncommon in Tokyo. She was always ready to come over and cook a new Thai recipe together, or just relax and have a few drinks. She was also a little crazy. Looking up at the building, he also remembered the time she told him she’d been kicked out of a bar for giving her boyfriend a handjob, and the only time he’d seen her topless, when taken her shirt off to change while they were having dinner. He kept opening and closing the messaging app, looking up and down the street. “Eric!” Hana grabbed him from behind. “You’re here! Are you nervous? I was so surprised you said yes!”

He laughed, “I was surprised you asked.”

“Well my boyfriend and I are breaking up, and anyway he wouldn’t have liked this kind of thing. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I guess. You’re sure this is like, ok?”

“Yeah, no it’s totally fine. I did lots of research, and one of my friends said it was good, she took the class a few weeks ago, and said it was like really hot.”

They walked into the lobby of a big building, and took the elevator to the tenth floor. In the lobby they checked in, confirmed they had registered for the class, and were both given pages to read and sign. “Ok Hana, you’re up. What does this page say? My Japanese is decent, but not this decent.” Hana looked down at the paper.

“OK so basically what they’re saying is that we’re here for this class, and we’re going to learn how to give massages,” she blushed, “Ok, like I know this is was my idea but I’m just feeling really awkward now. Ok so anyway, we’re going to learn how to give massages, so you’re going to learn about, I think it’s clitoris massaging, and I’m going to learn about prostate massaging. It looks like we take turns, first they explain it to us separately, then we try on the other person. The rest of it is just us agreeing to the rules for the class, like we have to follow their instructions and if we want to stop we can.”

“OK then.” He signed at the bottom of his paper and handed her the pen. They were led into a small waiting room, and offered a glass of wine. Eric drank his really fast, then wished he hadn’t. There was nothing to do with his hands.

“Eric and Hana?” A tall woman, not much older than he was, with long blond hair and a white lab coat stood in the door. “Hi, I’m Stephanie, and I’ll be teaching your class today.” She laughed, “I know, not Japanese, I’m from Australia originally. Eric, we’re going to get started with you. I’ll show you into the room, and then Hana I’ll come get you and we’ll go through the technique.” Eric followed her into a room with cream-colored walls, a few cabinets, and a table that looked like a cross between a massage and exam table. “Ok now if you can go ahead and just wait here for me, Hana will be in in about fifteen minutes. There isn’t anything you have to do once we get started, just relax and enjoy it. Oh and here, please put these on. Undies off too, please.” Undies?

She left, leaving a pair of brown, pajama-like pants and a short, gown-like shirt by the door. He changed, and sat down. A box of gloves sat on the counter next to the cabinets, a couple purple fingers poking through the top. Soon there was a knock at the door. Hana came in. She was wearing what looked like a lavender pair of nurse’s scrubs. She looked good. The top was a little tight, showing her boobs.

“Ok so we’re going to start, then Stephanie is going to come back if we need help. Can you lie on the table?” Eric lay down on the table. “Since we’re friends, they told me that I can use this curtain for privacy.” Hana pulled a curtain across the table, cutting the room in half, Eric’s head and torso on one side, Hana, the gloves, his legs, and the door on another. The bottom of the curtain ended just a bit above the table, and in the half inch or so between his stomach and the hem, he could see Hana’s waist move towards the counter, and heard her pull on some gloves. He was starting to feel the wine.

“Ok so they said I should remember to tell you that if it’s uncomfortable, or you want to stop we can, and that whenever either one of us touches the other person we’re going to wear gloves. Are you ready?” He felt adrenaline flood his system.

“Ok.”

“Right so I’m just going to get you warmed up a bit, so that like, everything isn’t as sensitive, and then we’ll start.”

She moved over to the table. “Can you move your hips up?” He complied, and watched through the gap under the curtain as she pulled his pants down and off. As her gloved fingers touched his stomach he felt himself twitch. The room wasn’t cold, but his penis was a little withdrawn, his balls tight. He wished he’d thought to touch himself a little or something before she came back. She started slowly massaging his thighs, then pulled his feet together, and opened his knees. He was completely exposed.

She returned to his thighs, moving closer and closer, higher and higher. Gently then she took the tips of her fingers, and started massaging his pubis, right down to the very base of his penis. He swallowed, knowing what was coming. He started getting hard. He could hear the quiet rustle of the nitrile on his pubic hair as she slowly cupped his balls in one hand and gently started stroking them. Still cupping his balls, with one hand she slowly pulled his penis up, held it, and began slowly pumping, pulling back the foreskin. He pushed his hips up a little, pushing deeper into her gloved hand. She was good at this.

There was a knock at the door. Stephanie came back in. “How are we doing? Oh nice, I can see you’re all warmed up. Eric, how’s it feeling, good?”

“Umm.. Yeah,” he managed. Hana slowly started touching him again, rubbing his balls with one hand, and with another touching his penis. “I think he’s pretty excited.”

“Ok, great, now Hana, let’s move down, just a little more. Oh and don’t forget the frenulum.”

Hana let his penis flop into her palm, then with the tip of her finger gently stroked his frenulum and around the head. Eric moaned. A bead of clear liquid formed on the tip of his penis.

“Ok I think he’s ready, let’s move down to the anus. Go ahead and change gloves. Still behind the curtain he couldn’t see much of what was happening, but Hana moved towards the counter with Stephanie, and he heard as they both pulled on fresh gloves. Hana then came back to the table, stretched his legs open a little wider, and began massaging his perineum with her thumbs.

“Great, good job,” Stephanie encouraged, “let’s try the next step. Eric let us know if this feels uncomfortable at all.”

He couldn’t see what was happening, but felt one hand withdraw, then a slippery, squishy feeling down by his anus. “Here, let me help.” Another hand spread his cheeks. Hana’s voice said “OK now can you maybe push, like down there?” Her finger kept making small circles around his anus.

Eric pushed and the finger slid in. He felt like he was going to poop, but immediately the other hand went back to his penis. “Good job, Hana, keep going, that precum us totally normal, that’s why we’ve got the gloves on!” The finger inside him pushed deeper, circling. Suddenly he felt it coming, he pushed his penis hard into her hand, and came. Hana kept holding, kept pumping until he finished. Then she slipped her finger out of him.

“Ok, Eric, good job! We’re going to leave you alone for a moment to clean up. Then there’s a pair of scrubs on the chair by the door, if you could put those on we can step into the other room and Hana can take her turn on the table.”