My road to acceptance of my desire for contact with other men has been a decade long progression. Fear of bringing a disease home to my wife kept me to just receiving head while wearing a condom for many years ( as well as topping men while bagged). Eventually ( years and years later), I gave into the desire to cum into another man’s mouth ( probably because some too hot to be believed stud demanded it) but in between these years of timidity and safety, I discovered massages by men. I had frequently went to straight massage spas with buddies, soaking in a hot tub and then having an Asian woman give me a rub n tug, comparing notes with the bros over beers afterwards. But secretly, I would find a masseur on Craigslist some nights and go to a man’s apartment and have the most sensuous and tantalizing “safe sex” imaginable. Having strong hands tease my balls with innocent brushes of fingers while my thighs were being kneaded, having the side of a man’s hand sweep through my buttocks like a credit card from the gods…my cock leaping and leaking underneath me until I was told to turn over. Ecstasy. A 45 minute trip to Paradise.
Well worth the cumulative few thousands of dollars I spent. But of course too much of a good thing turns bad. As my limits receded the sex became more blatant. I started saying “yes” to the blowjobs offered, I started fingering holes as I was being fellated, and ultimately I began fucking my masseurs. They were cumming before I was. So, in the aftermath, I wondered why I was paying them couple of hundred to give them pleasure? – That was the end of my massage days. But I learned how to give great, sensual massages to my partners, which they love, and I love giving.
Not all masseur have sex with their clients