Straight Men Massages 3: MM Straight to Gay Stories

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As a straight male, I somehow assumed-or maybe just hoped-that the receptionist would give me a female masseuse. But, when the next day arrived, she text messages me that she wants to come by and is coming up to my massage studio.

Being the naughty kinda guy I am, I think I was pretty excited at the notion that there is a huge fucking cock hard and ready to go just on the other side of the lobby and down the hall that I'd love to see her reaction to. I remember seating normally while watching TV and He always liked holding me against his chest and playing with my nipples.She eagerly scooped up his big cock like she was just waiting on me to give her the ok or something (not really sure) but together we both stroked his cock in unison and there was plenty of room for both our hands on that monster. I was excited by the potential threesome situation that it could lead to, which is something we've talked about on occasion. Maybe he's gay and hasn't come to that realization yet because what you both are doing is very intimate. How would it have made you feel if he wanted to converse with you about this, a private and very personal experience, in front of the others?

Perhaps, as massage therapy goes mainstream, it’s simply harder for the agencies charged with governing its practices to keep a watchful eye. A couple times Kumar reached across the table for more oil and "accidently" brushed my dick, like it was in the way. I felt no sexual feelings at all but I do admit that it did give me a feeling of power especially making another man jump and jerk and spasm and blow his load. I could complain to the management, demand my money back and, possibly, score some gym-based perks as payment for my trauma (free Cliff Bars for life? I told my girlfriend about how the day went and how amazed I was that a man could actually have a penis that damn big.I mean it's a paid service and one doesn't expect that they'll be the highlight of later conversations. I saw him once a month, and after a few sessions, I began to suspect he was trying to keep my dick hard. Kumar came back in and sat at his desk with his appointment book and asked when I'd like to come back. Her pressure is so light that it may be that she actually just has her fingers a few centimeters over my skin and is moving her hands around. But for all practical purposes, it was just a business deal the a little power perk as an extra bonus.

My gym had a gang shower and I always made sure to just look at guys faces if they started talking to me. As this continued for several minutes, I gently reached over and placed my hand gently onto her hand and slowly guided her hand onto his hardening shaft. I give her a few requests to deepen her pressure, and my skin feels the resulting force of a cotton swab for a few seconds before Alicia forgets and goes back to her non-touch. I put my hands under his sweater so I could massage his skin and there were points where I would massage his pelvic area and I could feel his pubes.So, while my girlfriend waited patiently in the lobby for me to finish up the massage, I mustered up the courage to tell this guy that his endowment was impressive and if he didn't mind me asking, "how big is that? I discovered this as I walked into the small, dimly lit massage room, where I met Hans, a tall, well-built fortysomething who looked as if he owned a pair of leather chaps for weekend use. That day, I just gave him a professional massage (even though I could tell from the way he was moving and shifting around on the table that he wanted more than that) and I have to admit that it was hard not to wonder how something like that actually works in a sexual situation (especially with a woman). Whether it be jocks, straight men, married men, men of power, or others, I'm always striving to publish frequently and produce stories that please readers and fans.

I fill out a ‘where does it hurt’ paper, an information and medical history sheet, and a consent form that bizarrely includes the question of how I like my buttocks worked on: not at all, through the sheet, with the sheet folded, or under the sheet. I can only based this on my experience since I went through something like that too and all I can say is somebody got smacked and a friendship was lost. But because it involves a client, if I were one, I definitely would have a problem with my massage therapist talking about my session with someone, especially if its a personal one on one thing. So, when it comes to her inner mind about what really turns her on, she always seems to vasilate back and forth saying one thing and then saying something opposite at the same time.

I didn't know what may have happened because sometimes people would literally fall asleep after a massage and I'd have to wake them back up. He was very professional, I had to fill out all sorts of paperwork at my first visit, then asked me to undress and lie on the massage table face down. mostly because the openness of the male affection we had, had to be controlled, and at that time touching my nipples will get me hard like a rock! I imagine he has terrible pepperoni breath that I won’t be able to escape from during the massage, and I imagine beads of sweat forming as he works on me, dripping down his nose and onto my neck.