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Less than 10 minutes later, a middle-aged woman came into the room and called my name to follow her. She guided me into a massage room off the main hall and told to me to disrobe to a level that I was comfortable with and to get under the covers on the massage table when I was ready. As she walked out, she told me that the massage therapist would be in shortly. With his strong assuring voice, I could only comply with his guidance. I opened my legs wider so that he can get more surface area of stroking. I don’t remember all of the details, but I know at some point I saw him popping wood under his work khakis. All I can tell you is that I was impressed. After that, the rest is history. We ended up messing around. Over the course of a year, it happened a few times. The dude is married now and so am I. To me, it doesn’t mean you are gay if you experiment.” Sanju poured a generous quantity of warm oil all over my body and spread from shoulder to toe. Once my body was drenched in oil, he started with my toes.

The thing was that since that day I could not think about something else. Meeting a guy? No way. No way? Why not? And after a few days I decided to talk to him again and agree to meet him in her place.

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We were both drenched in sweat because of the steam and the steamy sex. We just gathered our breath and steamed our body a bit more. We both then just stepped out completely naked and moved to our respective shower cubicles. It was quite surprising that we had hardly spoken to each other and did not know each other’s names. I guess that hardly mattered. It was an amazing and unexpected massage - one that realized my fantasy and opened me up to realizing more... The massage on my ass really had me heated up. My masseur had poured generous amounts of warm oil on my ass as he worked the oil into my skin. Then it happened again, something new for m me to experience. I felt his fingers touching my hole. Between the oil on my body and his hands, he easily slipped a finger inside me. 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. Sure enough, when he arrived in town, he called. I ended up going to his hotel and we ended up getting it on. Nothing serious. He went down on me and I tried doing the same but wasn’t very good at it.

I was an athlete, playing on the football team at my college. Today I was training and my body felt tired and stiff. So, on a recommendation I went to a spa for a massage. This place was highly recommended by someone and I was hoping to get some help with my stiffness. But it turned into something much more interesting than that and the erotic massage helped me to relax. It took me a few minutes to recover from the spasms. In the meantime, he carefully cleaned me up with a warm washcloth. I noticed from the bulge in his trousers that he was excited by this as well. I thanked him, dressed, and left him a nice tip. I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but I had the unmistakable feeling that something significant had taken place.I waited a while for him at the parlour, as apparently he'd not realised about the booking. A short man in his forties with a neat little beard and tattoos on his arms came up to me and apologised. I immediately realised two things. First, Tom was obviously gay. Second, although not on paper my type, I was quite attracted to him. I liked the fact that I was old enough to be his dad. Also -- well, you often can't put it into words. Something about his smile, and the gentle way he spoke. Before long I could feel my balls slapping his ass and it never really did hurt much. He began to withdraw and then slowly got a rhythm built never rushing just slowly in and out. I swear that I could feel every inch going in and out of him, pressing the urge for me to cum again. At least five times, I ended up staying a little extra. It was always for a big tip. The best part was I didn’t have to do anything except pull my pants down and let them do their thing. It was a wise choice. The masseur, a serious man of few words, was beefy and confident. Over the course of the hour, he found ways to unknot nearly every nerve and muscle in my body. When he finished, he helped me off the table, my muscles almost like jelly. Relaxed? I had never in my life felt so loose. And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, embarrassing about it. His words were now too much for me - my balls started to surge and I moaned, "I'm going to cum. You're making me cum!"

I lay there panting, he moved away from me and we chatted idly. I took a shower and was drunk with sexual energy. It was an incredible experience and the only downside is that I'll never experience that first every again. While he was doing my feet, I discreetly (I thought) wanked myself, I was so turned on. He made no comment but on another occasion when asked said yes, he'd noticed. Once I finally slipped out we just rested for a couple of moments till our breathing returned to normal. What a massage that man gave me! What a way to spend an hour. Why couldn't I do this every day? He reached for my foot and started in massaging it. Still feeling very relaxed all I could do was just allow things to happen to me. His touch was soothing as he started to work his way up my foot and ankle, higher up on to my calf and knee then finally to my thigh; the suspense was killing me as I knew what I wanted! I just wanted him to get there, asap! I felt his strong hands on my legs, and they glided up my thighs. The strokes were firm and meaningful. Not sensual in any way at all. My senses were heightened though.I have always had an unhealthy obsession by "the new" I seek out new sexual experiences. I have an obsession that is obsessive, it manifests itself in a way that when I hear or think about a sexual act or sexual experience I investigate it to the maximum until I've understood all of it, seen it, tried it and then I can park it and move on. During that time, I hooked up several times with a few of the inmates. It happens more than people think and not because straight guys are forced into it. There was this one guy I used to get with after practice. It just sort of happened. The weird thing is we never talked about it. From time to time, we would end up in my garage when my parents weren’t home and mess around. We were both curious I guess.”