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I closed my eyes and tried to loosen as I lay confront down on the massage table with only a sheet covering my bare naked ass. The masseuse’s strong hands felt marvelous as he kneaded my tired flesh but my mind reeled as I struggled with the strange primal desires dancing within me. I had never in my life entertained a gay thought but his hands felt so good and erotic on my bare skin that I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch his naked body.
The relaxing melody and scented candles in the dimly lit room added to the strangely sexual atmosphere and I could feel my dick swell with excitement. My body tensed as he stood by my brain and leaned over me. His hands moved down toward my sheet covered ass and the proximity of his manhood to my head was not lost on my lust filled mind.
I hadn’t planned on getting a massage from a man and I had never done so before. My appointment at the salon had been with Dani, a pretty brunette who usually took care of my stress and back pain. Dani was a finish professional and gave a great Swedish massage but she had called out sick and Hank was the only masseuse avail
I was an athlete, playing on the football team at my college. Today I was training and my body felt weary 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 engaging than that and the erotic massage helped me to relax.
I was feeling very tired and was hoping one of my girlfriends would be down for something sexy. However, I still went to the massage parlor and asked for a personal session. The lady at the reception led to a backroom and asked me to get naked. Not literally, but basically asked me to adjust into a teeny tiny towel. I was getting excited that a female masseur would help me out.
After laying down I heard someone enter and as I was on my tummy, I couldn’t see who. Then a strong and rough pair of hands touched my calves and massaged them a bit. “Is there a lot of stiffness here,” he asked. “Ohhh, yes that feels good,” I tell him. Then he walked forward. “I am Ryan, your masseuse and I will demand you to guide me on the places where you need help.” I agreed and he starts rubbing my hard muscles and stiff joints.
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I work in a coaching camp for young athletes. Young athletic men 16 to 19 get here one year special workout in various sports. I am 41 and possess been working for ten years as a massage therapist in the camp. I myself work out regularly and look remarkable with my muscular body and my body size 1.89m without question. On my massage table were already hundreds of guys and get some distinct treatment.
Jerry first came to me about two weeks after he had arrived at the camp. Jerry's father is Greek, his mother German. He was a southern small, only 1.72m tall, you could clearly see his muscular chest and his nipples under the shirt. He had black, medium-length hair and dark eyes, and his skin had a dark complexion, compared to the German guys in camp. He was in sweat pants and t-shirt in front of me and hemmed and hawed a bit. "I did a week ago still cause pain in the right leg," he confessed finally.
"Why did you just come now?", I asked.
"I ... well I mind it goes away on its own ..."
I looked at him seriously. "Your coaches have told you that you definitely cramp and any violation must be careful so you do not overwhelmed." Jerry looked guiltily at the floor. I shook
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Well, I did it. I finally worked up the nerve to visit a male masseuse who was advertising on Craig list. When I started exchanging emails with him, I was trying to sort out whether or not there would be any activity. The clincher for me was when I asked if draping was optional. He said..."of course". He said all of his clients lay nude on the table. So I set up an appointment for that afternoon.
It was a private residence so after a knock on the door he answered with a smile and said "c'mon in". He asked that I eliminate my shoes by the door and I must say, I had a hard time doing so as I was caring of nervous...and it showed. It didn't take prolonged for him to construct me feel comfortable, however. After a bit of small talk, he directed me to a big converted bedroom. The massage table was in the middle of the room and it was dimly lit. He said, "remove your clothes and lay on your stomach and we'll get started."
I removed my socks, shirt and started on my pants...but he interrupted me by walking up and undoing my belt and zipper. I was going "commando" so my pants dropped to the floor fast. I was standing there
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