A Most Homo Erotic Massage

This is a factual account of what was probably one of my Top 3 most erotic M2M massage experiences. After discovering the joys of gay sex (see my story of the Daddy at the ABS who turned me out!), I was hooked for life, albeit taking an admittedly cautious approach to the whole matter of the where am I getting my next helping of cock. Also, I wanted to have an "experience", something that would last a bit of time, with a mix of sensual as well as sexual. As someone very active including regular gym workouts (at my work gym, sorry, no stories there!) who used the (purely platonic/medical) services of a female masseuse regularly, it hit me. Maybe a guy who does massages specifically for men, is the same type of guy who enjoys - men! If you know what I mean and I'm quite certain you do.

My first visit to a pro masseur absolutely confirmed my hypothesis, but being the sciencey-type science, um...guy I am (surely there's a term for people who do science for a living, but what?), far be it from me to practice confirmation bias! Besides, a sample of (

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I made the appointment and he was glad to hear from me (causing local tingling) - this wouldn't be my first or even third visit and it was always good for a very erotic time. Yet here it was, years later than my first M2M hot massage encounter and, while much more experienced, I still felt that thrill each time I visited either a new masseur or even as a returning slutty-client. Part of the fun of using a professional masseur was the seduction game which was very real. I'm a sissy. Sissies are playful, sissies like games, especially where the hoped-for outcome is a total win-win. Maybe they were not of that sort? You never knew...nor did the masseur know my intentions - though by the end of things Helen Keller herself would have known my intentions, were she a dude...and a lot of other things but anyway, both sides - client and masseur - were free to play the subtle game of seduction, which to me was great fun! Before detailing this encounter, for anyone wondering about my success rate using this strategy, I can say that of the dozens (hundreds? Gosh, I don't want people thinking I'm some kind of whore!) of different masseurs I have used, only two did not become sexual. It's not difficult to remember, since there were two. Needless to say, this was not one of those two - writing one of those and dragging a reader along would be downright cruel! And not the fun kind. I'm no tease, that would require self-control!

This particular masseur was near where I worked - I worked a highly professional job which - it may be counter-intuitive - meant one could be not in their office for periods of time and nobody consider it a concern. This person worked out of his residence, the upper floor of an older, two-story house. I did the walk from my office to his place and, since this was in the summer, took a short shower at his place before laying on the table. I was nude but he always offered a towel and I guess I wanted to give him

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amount of work or challenge (or maybe just didn't want to appear to be the slut I am, at least not right off the bat) so I would put the towel over my nude body, about 3-4 inches lower than it "should be" for full coverage of my admittedly hot (I'm an aged twink) ass. I'm sure I'm sorry that my skin is fair, unblemished, hairless and incredibly soft. I've had several women remark (a few rather annoyed, one slapped me!) that I had "great collagen". OK, sue me - I also have good tone because I'm very active. It helps when your weight has varied maybe 10 pounds for the last 4 decades - no wrinkles.

Daddy, I mean, the masseur came in wearing scrubs and got to work - he was fair-skinned, more muscular than me (I can't get bulky, just super toned) but not totally the body builder look. That's fine, I find people of either sex that are super cut to have a rather 'cold' look - you can't say it's ugly in any manner but it doesn't arouse me. Oh, I'm lying - I still get aroused. He was really defined, however, and that definitely 'extended' to his cock, which, when erect was just...amazing. It was probably 7-7.5" so not enormously long, just...perfect, as in girthy, just the perfect upwards curvature, pronounced veins, hardness of Tungsten with nice balls and hairless, God bless him he would not have to wait for the afterlife to receive his heavenly reward for maintaining such a lovely cock. He didn't know this at the time but he was about 25 minutes away, as was I, from a taste of heaven of our own creation. Although to be honest, he probably suspected. I'm a sissy, not a share of company stock - past performance is very predictive of future performance when it cums to this cock-whore!

My newest favorite play-friend started working my upper back, moving downward, then going to my legs. The back isn't for me erotic per se, but I think it must be a prerequisite for maximizing the experience, it is, after all, kind of the central control for most bodily sensations. You learn things in life that sometimes seem dorky but can be surprisingly useful. Concerning neurology, if I had to list the most ubiquitous functions of the brain, next to information processing I would say more than anything, the brain interprets. That may not sound like an epiphany but what that means is that one should then have the potential to train the brain to interpret the exact same sensation in different ways, so there's the actual stimulation, but what matters is whether your brain gives it a good meaning or otherwise? Here's where you can use science "in real life" (yeah right!). Adrenaline is adrenaline is adrenaline and I always get nervous meeting anyone for anything, including erotic fun-times and carnal shenanigans. Admittedly, back in the beginning I let it overwhelm me and I bailed on a few opportunities - anyone who does this has. But at one point, I thought wait - I could easily train myself to interpret that same feeling not as nervousness but anticipation - excitement. And it works! You literally look forward to that exact same set of sensations and it motivates you versus making you want to bail. Anyone can do this and it's not about suggestibility - I have almost zero suggestibility which is kind of frustrating as it's impossible to hypnotize me. You're not tricking yourself, though, you're training yourself. But for this story, even though the back isn't erotic per se, I make it that by interpreting it as part of the process of readying my body for what was about to unfold - which I knew would include hot jizz getting all over everything! Ideally.

Now, the legs for me are a favorite part because inevitably the masseur's hands move up the thighs, especially the inner thighs, and this is where you can really know if they are wanting to play and based on how much time he was spending on my soft, smooth, oiled thighs he most certainly was signaling not only being open to playing but truly trying to seduce me, the innocent repeat, slutty client - who's innocent! What to do?! I was lying on my stomach and, being the spuriously coy slut I am, what I like to do is have my arms by my sides, with my hands slightly going off the table. This allows my newest favorite erotic masseur to accidentally-on-purpose brush his naughty area, which in this case was extremely naughty, one could say pronouncedly naughty - against my hand, something that to me was highly arousing! (Gee, Brandi, why would that be? Please explain!)

Well ok, this is like non-verbal communication at its erotic apex. There is an incredible amount of information being transmitted and received! Anyone who's been in this position knows what I mean. He brushes by and at first you do have that instant where - is that his cock? You realize it is and your brain is gathering so much - how hard, is there any give, what was the force of the brush - enough that it was accidental? Intentional? How is this feeling to him? Of course, this is also going straight up my arm, down my spine and exploding my whole...you know! My clitty was buzzing like a fucking power station, a nearby lamp - totally unplugged - started glowing, my ass-pussy was tingling in anticipation, everything in between was sharing in the fun...and then there's that entire dance - does he stop and have his cock in contact? And OMG is he...pressing? Oh fuck! It's amazing how thin scrubs are, how tightly fitting these particular scrubs were and how distinct his obviously rigid, erect cock was bulging! Is the entire medical field populated with whores of both sexes? One could only hope; all evidence pointed to yes! My clit responded by leaking a bit.

My noticeably aroused masseur worked my right side and moving up, absolutely and quite purposefully rubbed his entire turgid cock against my hand. It was not brutish or anything but Daddy had something to tell me! We were both aware of the mutual awareness that we were both well aware of! I could have said that better. Who cares, the important thing was that yes, my masseur was sporting an erection that was bursting to escape the overly strict confines of his pants. Not only that, this gorgeous man clearly wanted me to realize all of this. However, being the...cheeky little cum slut I was, I didn't respond affirmatively...but I also did not move my hand to avoid contact with his thick, erect cock. I wasn't sorry, offended or grossed out that this was occurring. I was incredibly turned on! My newest, most favorite all-around at-the-time gentleman was sporting a massively erect cock - and he wanted me to know that on a very personal level. I appreciated him for that, his frankness and honest approach was refreshing. I quite enjoyed his cock as well. My hand made no move to break contact with his pulsating bulge, the reason for that being I didn't want to - this was arousing to the point of causing minor leaking. Well, continued minor leaking. It wasn't helping any of that stop, for sure.

Finishing that side, he then moved back to work on my cute but very naughty sissy bottom, er, I mean, my glutes! My gluteal musculature...for the science, I allowed it - not that he asked permission, which damn, that's kind of hot, Daddy! My current favorite Daddy came up to the area where my hand was hanging halfway off the table, once again very accidentally-on-purpose and with specific intent, that being seduction and our mutual arousal. To that purpose, he began rubbing his thick, incredibly hard cock against the back of my hand! Maybe my seductor didn't think I would respond or, more likely, wondered if I was just stupid (a recurring theme in my life). Whatever his naughty brain was thinking, what did happen was that the client - me - being an incredibly cock-starved cum-slut, opened my hand and gave that beautifully bulging cock a nice moderate and long-lasting squeeze. It felt incredible! Why is squeezing a completely erect, stuffed in too small of an area cock, so fucking sexy? (Gee Brandi, again with the head-scratcher - we'll have to get back to you on that!) OMG, it was like squeezing an incredibly arousing metal pipe with an equally sexy thin coating of arousing rubber - but hotter. Because it was a COCK. In my HAND. It yielded ever so slightly, then you were squeezing a completely solid, warm, pulsating Tungsten steel rod. Except it was no steel rod, it was the erect cock of my masseur and he wanted me to know exactly the state I had put him in. I'm no model but a naked, oiled, hairless, pale smooth and toned body just might do that to a gay guy! (No way, Brandi, that's crazy talk!) For me the message was clear - you have me sexually aroused to the point where I'm about to explode sending torrents of hot, thick semen all over you, my total slut-of-a-client, now what are you going to do about it? I don't know - probably something really fucking whorish and slutty? Knowing me? My mission was clear - prove myself right. For science.

About me: I love to dress up in lingerie or a slutty dress and heels, meaning of course everything - including thigh-highs (my #1 favorite single item), panties, bra, wig, makeup, nails, jewelry, heels, fragrance, femme-style glasses...I have a slut collar and leash - you know, for when Daddy is taking us out somewhere nice. I have a little black purse...I'm not doing this half-ass! This is 100%, full-on, um, ass. I've got all the cosplay and costumes as well, many versions. I probably have 5 different school-girl, 3 maid outfits, couple of sailor-gurl, nurse - for emergency medical events, like I don't know, if Daddy were to show symptoms of severe semen retention? That'd count. A dangerously swollen cock? That requires expertise and it really helps to love what you do and what can I say? It may sound corny, but...I care! I care about Daddy's cock, there, I said it and I'm not sorry! I've been total sissy lifestyle (more or less) about 6 years or so and love it! Sissies are very good for the marriage - so many wives have forgotten how incredible their man's cock is and I'm here to remind Daddy just how much his cock and semen are valued, I get Daddy's hot jizz, he goes home way less stressed to the point of gleeful, and she isn't getting bugged to "perform her duty" - really, win-win-win! There's just too much winning! It's almost (but not) too much to take! Though not gonna lie (NGL), it's kind of fun to be given too much to take! Mmmmmmmmm too much...(long pause)...oh, I'm sorry - where was I?

Here's me - towel long gone by now, who knows where, maybe it slipped through a portal and landed in some other multiverse causing some weirdly homo-erotic towel-based Mandela Effect. I'm completely naked, smooth and oiled - skin all smooth and collagen rich (ladies...jealous?) and here are the both of us, completely focused on feeling up the other person's rigid, swollen cock! I can't speak for him, but I was all the while, very interested in putting my newest favorite incredibly erect penis right into my mouth! I know! People ask me all the time where I get my ideas and...I don't know! It's a gift. As all this is happening, as he's touching me...the towel a long-distant memory (was there ever a towel?). I'm nude, even more than a couple of sentences back, and now he is blatantly caressing my shaved cock and balls, so naughty not even asking permission (so fucking hot!). I had strategically placed my cock and balls between my legs, where Daddy could find them along with my inner thighs. I wanted to spray the room with my jizz! But that is not the sissy way, not until Daddy has had a chance. Patience, you naughty little cum dumpster! But this gorgeous naked man, whose profession was manipulating nerves and the body was somehow mysteriously sending me right over the edge! How is he that good? (I don't know, Brandi, the mysteries keep piling up!)

Here I am grabbing and caressing his thick, hard as fuck cock that I swear to God I can feel throbbing through his scrubs which...Daddy, why the hell do you still have those on, get those off! I grabbed the waistband of the terrible, mean scrubs-cum-cock-prison and we both yanked his pants right off. When hard times are staring you right in the eye, cumming together as a team can really have explosive results. I hope to prove that someday, with an actual team...full roster...sure the trainer and coach and equipment-man should be included, they are the unsung heroes.

I have to say this man had one of the most beautiful, delicious cocks I have ever seen in person. It was pretty much my ideal cock, so thick (I love thick!), veiny with an upward curve. Curved cocks drive me fucking insane with cock-lust. I was insane with cock lust. That delicious cock sprung up and I just...grabbed hold! It was so fucking arousing...so warm...hot, really...and I would just squeeze gently over and over and that thing would just not yield! Nor did yield my slutty masseur whose personal slut level was quickly matching my own! Minutes earlier the room contained a professional masseur and his client. Now this room contained two cock-starved (or so it seemed) lust puppies. I wanted his cock, he wanted mine. We both knew it, and knew the other person knew it! So much knowledge, so much science!

Continuing the charade, my lustful, hung masseur had me turn over on my back and of course my own oiled cock (which, like my balls, was smooth as a baby's butt) was fully erect and loving it! I don't want to brag, but I will say this about my cock: Every woman I dated (a long, long time ago, in a life far, far away), when presented the first time with, you know, would have one of the two following responses, if not both. It was either, "Have you measured that?" and/or, "Can I measure that?" I always took that as a good sign. Daddy and I were both having an incredible time, none of it remotely resembling therapeutic fun! We were acting extremely non-professional, especially him, I was out-of-the-office, this was his office! Bad naked, totally erect, massively penile gifted masseur, bad! But - I'll allow it. I was in the spirit not of condemnation, but of granting grace to the point of permission (not that he asked for it, totally hot), for you see, my wholly naked and oiled body sported an equally turgid member. However, the massage portion of this afternoon was not over and he genuinely wanted to touch the rest of me. I'm sure, I mean...wouldn't you? Oh yeah, you can't see me. Well, you would. He started working my chest area, massaging my budding gurl titties. At this point, it was more about him touching me all over and less about the "massage" aspect, but I was enjoying his hands very much as he worked my tiny breasts and nipples. His hands did some extremely non-therapeutic but incredibly arousing things to my nipples, to the orgasmic joy of every pulsating cock and clit in the room.

Here's where it really gets hot (I know, right?!). I had gone into my own world of erotic pleasure, my eyes closed and suddenly, I felt his mouth on my left nipple. I don't think he received that as part of his training! I was fairly certain this was nowhere in the American Massage Therapy Association Member Handbook. Still, I didn't protest one little bit as it only felt amazing! Emboldened, he moved to kissing my neck. I was just experiencing the moment offering zero protest without pondering the implications. He was, though, and somehow read into the fact that I was whorishly submitting to Daddy in every conceivable manner as some kind of "sexual permission slip" and proceeded to very non-therapeutically nibble on my ear. I didn't stop him because I didn't want to. Now, I wasn't thinking about anything like where is this going to progress? I was just in the moment, something I rarely can achieve I'm terrible at all that mindfulness meditation stuff...I just can't do it. But I was thoroughly immersed in the pleasurable feeling of his mouth on my earlobe and then? It Happened. Something I would have anticipated - even as a sissy who enjoys naked Daddies (cuz that's what we do) - to not particularly appreciate. Without warning, I suddenly felt his lips...on mine. Holy fucking baby jeebus, the masseur was making out with the client! Wait a minute! I'm the client! It was SO FUCKING HOT! Holy Mother-of-Pearl, he wasn't even touching my cock and I almost showered us both in a rain of hot, off-white jizz! I could feel my clitty pulsating a bit - a lot - and I moaned. Don't judge, you would have as well!

The feeling shot directly from my lips to my clit and my sissy ass-pussy. After a bit he disengaged, grabbed my oiled, hairless cock, gave it a stare, and purposefully deepthroated it! Finding no reason to protest, I didn't. And he was good...he was no "bi-curious" masseur, he was a cock sucking faggot masseur! The best kind of masseur, my #1 favorite type! This naked, obviously highly aroused man had my cock in his mouth...deep in his mouth... his hand expertly squeezing my balls and I would love to give a detailed account of how long he edged me that way, but...I fucking lost it. Not mentally, that ship has...long sailed. I mean I blew my sperm load so goddamn hard, my entire body lifted off the table and you know how sometime you ejaculate so hard you can actually feel, or so it seems, each and every little swimmer tickling the insides of your cock-shaft with those little wiggly tails as they explode out you like a GAU-8 on an A110 Warthog spewing hot jizz all over the battlefield? The naked, highly aroused battlefield? No? Just me? Fine, your loss! That was exactly how I felt. I felt like some whorey, slutty jizz fountain, just spurt after spurt after thick, white rope...I'd love to tell you how copious my load was but that trooper of a masseur took every, single drop down so it's a mystery for the ages. It felt like a lot, I would guesstimate maybe - 5 gallons? I did learn later in my life from David, my first regular gay lover (another story to be written) that, well...his reaction after edging my cock orally until I could last no more thus exploding like some jizz-filled lust-bomb was always, "Wow, that was a big load!" I took that as a good thing.