I am a married man, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual, but, in trying to remain faithful to my marriage vows, made a decision not to act upon my urges to have sex with men.
However, a couple of years ago I came across a website that lists massage therapists all over the world, by type of massage they offer and city, and in my mind, figured that having a sensual massage would be a way of having some male contact, without "going out and having sex". Splitting hairs, I know - but that's a whole other story, and not for discussion here.
About a year ago, I saw the profile of a masseur who lives very close to me, who sounded perfect. His name is Chris. He gives a combination legitimate/sensual massage. His picture was gorgeous, and the reviews written by previous clients were glowing. I needed to go at a time when my whereabouts would not be questioned, so when I was available one day, I finally plucked up the courage to call him, but he was not available. I almost breathed a sigh of relief - figured it was a sign, and stopped contemplating the idea - at least for the time being.
Then about 3 months ago, I started thinking about it again, and I mentioned the idea to my friend and confidant, Tony. We discussed it for a while, and he was very supportive of me, also feeling that it would be a somewhat legitimate way for me to explore my sexuality. I was also very much looking forward to just having a good massage as well!!
About a month ago the time was right. It was a Friday. I nervously picked up the phone, called Chris, and made an appointment for the following Thursday. It would be almost a week of waiting. I didn't get off for the whole week, I wanted to experience to be as powerful as possible.
Thursday finally arrived, and I went to his place. I was a little early - I wanted to have a shower there before the massage. I rang the buzzer with my heart pounding. He didn't answer. I called him from my cell-phone - and got his voice-mail
"Great", I thought - he's not home. Another sign not to go through with this. Then he called me back - he was just in the bathroom himself. There was no turning back now. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. He opened the door, and this boyishly handsome, 6'3" stud, barefoot and wearing nothing but work-out pants and a smile, greeted me. Immediately I felt at ease. I showered, he showed me into the room, and left while I got on the massage table face down and naked.
I had been out of town for atleast a day now and I had come in to my hotel where my reservation was. I was traveling alone installing computer network cabling for schools. I had always wondered what it would be like, you know, having another man's penis in my mouth. Anyways, back to the story, it was dark and late and I came into the bar that was connected to the hotel. He said they were out.
I known this ever since my cousin made me suck him off when I was 15. I have a favorite place to go for this kind of activity too. Its the county court house. Our Current Events class took a field trip there one day and I discovered, quite by accident, a glory hole in the basement bathroom. I took advantage of every chance I could to go check it out.
My sexual desires are quite normal. Nothing kinky, no animals, but just normal stuff, but I love phone sex. This is the story about me and this 26 year old guy with a fat 10 inch cock!
They had, however made arrangements with the super to get me a key, so I was OK. The only problem was that my "guides" were gone, and I was left in an unfamiliar city alone. Pulling my handy gay guide out of a suitcase pocket, I set about locating myself, and something interesting to do that evening.
The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine. That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead.
I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
I had driven by the place a few times, but never went in. Guess I was too chicken to see if they'd let me in- after all, it was restricted to guys over 18. But, I was feeling sorta horny, and figured they might not say anything, and even if they did, I was legal age now, so "what the hell".
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
They all knew what a tease I could be, especially with the men, so it came as no surprise that I started teasing someone else. Ed was one of 'the group'. He was about 5'10", 140lbs and had short, dark hair. He was half italian, on his fathers side I think. He had a cute face, and a gorgeous bum. It was the latter that started it all. I don't think he heard me.
The saggy tits, no ass, basic shuffle to their walk, and other behaviors that we all know that accompany men of the elderly group. I guess there's that part in all of us where attitude rears its ugly little head and it has always done so with me. Seniors and fat men just could never get my balls burning. It seems that since I made the shift I have more opportunities with all sorts of men.
When he came back in, he turned on soothing music, and the massage began. Some of his reviews had said that he works naked, others said that he got naked later, so I wasn't sure if he would be naked from the beginning. Unfortunately, he kept his pants on. Firstly, he stood at my feet, gently massaged my legs, and then my butt cheeks.
Then he did the most sensual thing I think I had ever felt, and almost sent me through the roof. Remember, I'm lying face down with my head in the cradle looking at the floor. I cannot see him. I felt him separate my ass cheeks, and then I felt his tongue in my ass - gently working its way down to my balls and back again. Back and forth several times. Oh my god - I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I had never been rimmed before, and now understood what it was all about. I just cried out, "Oh fuck - oh my god - oh fuck, oh my god" over and over again as the amazing sensations sent waves of pleasure through my body.
Chris then proceeded to oil me up, and started the massage - which was amazing. He had the most wonderful touch, and in the course of the whole massage, got every muscle in my body and relaxed it. But every move he made, he would start at my ass - massage the hole and my balls, and then move to another part of the body.
The ass-play was intense. He would move down to my balls - gently stroking them, and I would lift my body slightly to give him better access. He would then reach under me and move up to my cock - and stroke it - each time getting it harder and harder to the point where I thought I would drill a hole in the table - then back to the balls, and back to the crack. My precum was creating quite a puddle on the sheet!
He then started inserting his finger into my asshole - which again, started sending me through the roof. And each time, he would go a little deeper and faster- to the point where he was "finger-fucking" me - come back out, go down to the balls, and then I would lift up a little and he would massage and then jerk my cock. Each time he would get me closer to orgasm, but would stop just before I came.
And each time I lifted myself off the table more and more, until finally I was on my hands and knees as he was finger-fucking me furiously with one hand, and jerking me off with the other, as I was whimpering and moaning, faster and faster, as he was encouraging me, saying, "come on - come on" until I finally came with the most intense orgasm I can remember, all over the table and his hand, practically crying, and then I just collapsed on the table - I could barely move.
He cleaned up the table, and himself - then continued massaging the rest of my body - getting each and every muscle in my back, my arms, my legs - the palm of each hand, the sole of each foot - each finger and toe, while I lay like a wet noodle moaning in pure ecstasy.
Eventually, he asked me to roll over onto my back, and when I did, was greeted with a completely naked, magnificent-looking hunk, with a stunning, semi-erect cut cock probably 7-8 or so inches when erect, of medium thickness. He started massaging my chest and body - then went straight for my cock and started jerking me. His cock was right at the level of my hands, and I asked him if I could touch him.
He said, "yes", and I took his cock in my hand, and as he jerked me, I gently stroked his cock too. It was the most amazing sensation, being jerked while I stroked somebody else. All the while, I am moaning and also rubbing him on his legs, or his back, or his ass, or his cock - whatever part of his body I could reach as he went around me completing the massage.
He finished back at my cock - jerking me off with one hand, while his other was finger fucking me again - with my knees and feet in the air - until he brought me to another unbelievable orgasm, while I panted and whimpered, and played with his beautiful cock.
When it was done, he cleaned me up again, and I just lay there for about 5 minutes unable to move. Finally, I got up - showered - got dressed, and when I left he gave me a big hug.
I went back a few days ago - in fact the above experiences are a combination of the fist and second visits - both were very similar - the only difference being that on the first visit I only came once - at the end - the other cumming was on the second visit only.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
As I was getting out of the shower, someone started knocking on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the door. When I opened the door, I don't know who was more surprised. There standing at my door was Mark, dressed in a very tight pair of jeans and a muscle shirt. I had been lusting over him in my jack off dreams for months. He is smooth from his neck down.
True, I wasn't interested in girls, but I thought that cause I was so dark-skinned, I was too ugly to attract a guy. Everybody was always interested in the white boys first, then the Latinos, and maybe some other guys. The black girls were all into the light-skinned brothas and well, it seemed logical that if I wasn't the only fag in school - they would find me least attractive.
In this story the waterpolo stud and I learn how important it is to be able to kiss the guy you love, hold hands and of course have passionate love. Playing with each others cocks is also part of what makes life a dream come true.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
My cousin and I were close. real close. I realized this on one of the last nights of his visit as I enjoyed the sensations of his 8 inch cock ramming my ass. I was 15 and he was 13 and we'd been doing stuff together for years and we were both bi. I felt his cum enter me and he withdrew. He was the "man" of the group as he rarely ever sucked me and he hated getting fucked.
Of course there was the typical teenage period when he became a bit secretive, but he gradually learned that getting caught wanking would not get him into trouble, and when he was found out smoking dope, his punishment was more understanding than he had expected. As a result, he doesn't seem to have a problem asking me about things like the best way to shave his balls.
I was bored and since my boyfriend had broken up with me a couple of months ago I decided to go to go to the local adult book store to see if I could find any action. I walked around for a while in the video booth room and there was only a couple of guys there looking for the same thing I was, to service some horny guy.
The saggy tits, no ass, basic shuffle to their walk, and other behaviors that we all know that accompany men of the elderly group. I guess there's that part in all of us where attitude rears its ugly little head and it has always done so with me. Seniors and fat men just could never get my balls burning. It seems that since I made the shift I have more opportunities with all sorts of men.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
Come 3pm though Phil stirred with the feel of Colin behind him -and when he bent his hand behind he once again felt the magnificence of Colin's firm erection. And yet, as he stroked the growing shaft and then teased beneath with the tip of his fingers, he felt perhaps he would like to try it.
Even though I had gotten a few blowjobs I had never given one but have often though about getting up the nerve to try. One Friday night after a few beers I went to my favorite one to lose a load after a hard week at work. I walked around for a few minutes to see who was there. When I turned the corner there was a guy in a suit standing against the wall. He was about 26 5'9" and maybe 180lbs.
Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. But there was one guy who seemed bigger than the rest. He looked to be about 45 years old with a weathered face. He wore a yellow hard hat that fit tightly over his short, brown curls. A real stud construction worker. I watched him moving around the yard.
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