This is the true story about how I, a straight man in his sixties, lost his virginity a few years ago to two younger men in a four-handed massage.
I was in a sexless marriage due, she said, to her health issues. I had been exploring gay massages on the Internet and found in a nearby town a massage service for men which hinted you got more than just a massage.
I texted to ask for a two-hour massage. I thought it might be interesting to have a "four-handed" massage. My heart was pounding as I sent the request, and again when they replied to confirm the time and date. I was totally straight -- I'd never even seen a man's penis since gym class as a teenager, when changing, and it never interested me at the time. Now I was desperate for some sort of release.
I'd made some sort of excuse to be away for the day, and after a week's waiting I travelled by bus to the town (I don't drive) and walked to the apartment block where the massage was to take place. I waited nervously, and was admitted into a very warm apartment by a man in his thirties in casual clothing. To my disappointment James was slightly effeminate in his speech (I prefer straight-acting men). He looked pleasant enough, if not a great looker, and was slim.
We talked briefly, and I nervously told him that I had had a prostrate operation (to be precise, a transuterine re-sectioning of the prostate) which meant that I couldn't ejaculate. I assumed that this would be useful information! He asked me to take a shower, and emphasized that there were bath oils available. I was so naΓ―ve I didn't realise that he'd have preferred me to use the bath oils, and that I ought to have taken special care with cleaning my rear.
When I came out, James said that his colleague would be coming along later. He was in his shorts by now. He led me into the room and left me to undress and lie face down on the massage table. He gently began to massage my naked body. It felt strange at first to be massaged by a man, but after a while I realised that it was just hands.
A few minutes later his colleague, later named as Antonio, a Brazilian, arrived. I heard some conversation, where my prostate operation was mentioned. Antonio began to clean my anus with a tissue. My body jerked every time he inserted the tissue. Then they began to massage me in coordinated strokes.
The odd thing was that I hadn't seen Antonio, nor James since he came into the room, as my face was firmly down in the space between the horseshoe at the end of the bed. All I could see was bare legs as they moved around the top of the bed. The massage was nice, but not really different from a massage from a woman.
Then -- this was some years ago, so I can't remember exactly what happened -- I must have been told to raise my head, or perhaps they reacted to my raising my head. A couple of inches in front of my wide-open eyes was a circumcised cock the size, and shape, of a large banana.
I was mesmerised, and almost in shock. I said something stupid like "can I suck it?" to which the cock shook in response. James was getting impatient.