Like many men late in life I began having bi curiosities. In my teens and twenties, I would have never even considered fooling around with another guy. I'm not sure if that comes from peer pressure, fear, inexperience or just lack of one's own self confidence.
I was in my mid-thirties when I had a girlfriend who really opened my eyes sexually, pushed me past my comfort limits and made me feel comfortable with myself. She loved sucking my cock, more than any woman I have ever met. One day I asked her what she loved so much about blowing me. Her answer really changed the way I looked at it, she said it empowered her, made her feel in control, I do not know one man who would have agreed with her. I consider myself very dominant and really felt that dominance while watching her sucking my cock. She saw my confused look and explained how it made her feel in control. She said making my cock hard was her doing, she controlled her tempo, how hard she sucked, how deep she took me etcetera and ultimately she decided when I came, all of those things made her feel as though she was in charge, which I couldn't really argue with.
She could tell I was floored by her response, jokingly she said to me "Now you want to suck a cock, don't you?"
"No" was my only response and I wasn't lying at the time, in hindsight that conversation definitely put the thought in my head. Occasionally over the next several months while masturbating the thought of stroking another cock crept into my mind, eventually the thoughts moved towards sucking a cock as well. As I have learned many men had these same thoughts and like most as soon as I achieved orgasm the thoughts disappeared and thought of stroking or sucking a cock was kind of a turn off. Over the next several months these thoughts would come and go, overtime they would return sooner and even after orgasm the thoughts would still turn me on. Eventually I came to terms that this may be something I am interested in trying, the difficulty came with trying to make it happen. How? With whom? Where? These were all questions I didn't have the answers to until I met Randy at the gym.
Randy and I met at the gym when he asked me to spot him while benching. Whenever we'd see each other we'd chat and soon started working out together. We got along well and through conversation learned that he owned his own massage parlor/Holistic care business. My initial thought was one of these fronts for prostitution and he must have read my mind because he followed with that it was a 100% legitimate business, I was a little embarrassed he knew exactly what I was thinking so I played it off with a joke and said "That's too bad, I was going to schedule an appointment." he knew I was joking and we both laughed it off.
After knowing Randy for about two months, I had injured my shoulder and was receiving physical therapy he offered to do a massage and acupuncture. It sounded like a great idea and scheduled an appointment with him. I had never had a professional massage before and didn't really know what to expect, Randy gave me the run down as what to expect.
I arrived about twenty minutes prior to my appointment as requested, the receptionist checked me in, gave me a quick questionnaire to fill out. When I handed it in she pointed down the hallway and said the locker room was on the right, all the necessities I needed were in there, she said after you shower you can put on a robe and go to room three. Randy never mentioned the shower and I thought it was odd, but then again this was my first massage and it made sense that a masseuse would not want to massage a dirty person.
After a quick shower I wrapped a towel around my waist slipped on the robe and slippers and went to room three. When I walked in Randy was already in there setting up, he shook my hand and welcomed me and told me to relax and enjoy. He said "You can hang your robe up over there" pointing to a row of hooks on the wall. He then said, "I'll give you some privacy, lay on the table and drape this towel over your butt and I will be back in a minute."
I did as instructed, feeling a bit of apprehension knowing I was almost naked, and a man would be touching me, but I relaxed and just kept saying there is nothing sexual. There was a knock and I heard "Is it ok to come in?"
I responded "Yes, come in."
I heard the door open, Randy turned on some music and began to tell me everything he was doing as he gave me my massage. I was very tense in the beginning; I believe a lot of that had to do with being almost naked and a man touching me. All that stress soon faded as the massage was amazing. Randy started at my shoulders, being gentler on the injured side, next he worked my upper back, then each arm. By the time he started my lower back all thoughts of another man touching me are gone, it truly felt incredible. Randy folded my towel down just a little lower as he worked my lower back, he felt me jump as he did this and said "Relax, I'm not exposing any of you."
After my lower back, Randy moved to my legs, massaging each thigh, calf, ankle and foot. It took every part of me not to jump through the roof when his hands worked my inner thighs. I soon relaxed and rolled with what was happening, before long I realized I was parting my legs giving him better access to my thighs and I could feel my cock start to harden, I was shocked and a bit embarrassed, Randy was completely professional and never touched me inappropriately.
Next, I heard him say, "Roll over and I will work your quads. Let me know when you're ready."
