My Happy Memories Massage

During my mid teens my family took a holiday on the coast of Spain. One of the amenities in the hotel was a massage. The masseuse was a dark complected man from Morocco. He stuck his hand under the band of my trunks and took my penis in his hand and slowly played with it, massaged it. He never looked in my eyes, I just laid back and enjoyed it. Later, much later, I heard about the happy ending massage. I didn't have a happy ending, but I have a happy memory.