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."
In my mind I was screaming "roll over, are you nuts?" My cock was so hard, I was so embarrassed, but thought I will just adjust myself and use the towel to hide my erection. I rolled over, folded the towel several times using the weight of it to trap my cock between my stomach and towel. Once situated and I felt comfortable my erect cock was hidden I told Randy I was ready. Randy resumed the massage on my quads, I covered my face with another towel, trying to hide my embarrassment. I could feel my cock jumping occasionally, hoping Randy didn't notice. Again, he was very professional, never touched me inappropriately nor did he mention my erection.
Once the massage was over, Randy asked me what I thought. I told him how amazing and how relaxing it was. He mentioned how tense I was and recommended having a massage once every week or two to release tension.
The entire ride home, I could not believe how hard my cock got during the massage and I kept wondering if Randy noticed, I was getting very self-conscious and felt a bit embarrassed again. Just replaying the massage in my mind had my cock growing again, as soon as I got home I went straight into the bedroom and jerked off, I fantasized of Randy's hands on my thighs massaging me, then thought of what it'd feel like to have his hand wrapped around my cock stroking me, within seconds I was coming, I continued stroking rubbing my cum into my cock and balls, fantasizing of Randy stroking me. Later that evening when my wife and I went to bed, I immediately went down on here bringing her to orgasm, then I fucked her better than I have in a long time. She even commented that something must have had me more turned on than usual.
Over the next several weeks I kept the same routine of getting a massage once a week, although Randy would change the massage, the results were always the same, I would end up with a raging hard on and leave extremely turned on. A few weeks back as I was lying face down and Randy began working my inner thighs I parted my legs as I usually do, this time a little further and I also let out a little moan not on purpose, it just happened. Randy asked "oh, you like that spot right there?" as he pressed hard on my inner thigh.
"Yes, that feels amazing" was my response. I felt Randy's hands move higher into my crotch, my legs instinctively spread wider, another moan escaped my lips. I stammered an apology, very embarrassed.
Randy said, "It's ok, do not be embarrassed, it's a very common reaction, just relax and enjoy." As Randy said this, I felt the back of his hand touch my balls as he worked higher into my crotch. I lifted off the table a little to adjust my raging cock, Randy then rolled the towel on my thighs higher, I was certain he was able to see my balls as my legs were spread and the towel was at the very bottom of my cheeks. Then I felt it, his one hand cupped my balls as his other massaged the crease where my thigh and butt cheek meet. I just laid still and didn't react to his touch, part of me wanted to scream stop and part of me was hoping he would not stop. He alternated massaging each thigh but never let go of my balls. After several minutes he said, "Ok roll over, time for your quads."