Boyishly Handsome Masseur and the Straight Man

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.

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.

I can't wait for visit number 3.

written by waycloseted

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