Gay Massage Experience in Barcelona

Chad enjoyed doing business in Spain. The people were friendly and forgiving of his poor Spanish. He invited his girlfriend to join him on the trip, but she declined, sighting a wedding she wanted to attend back home in Chicago. He knew their relationship had started to deteriorate. He preferred her familiar company to dating again. Their relationship became one of convenience not romance. The cab ride from the airport to his hotel in the Eixample district was short. Off the highway, he watched as teenagers skateboarded in front of grey statues. The cab driver gave his bag to one of the hotel’s staff and Chad loosened his tie. The weather was warmer here than in Chicago nearly tropical. He checked himself into the hotel and received his key card and a free certificate to the hotel’s spa.

In his compact but comfortable room, he hung his suit on hangers so that the wrinkles would begin to fall out of it. He removed his tie completely and kicked off his shoes. He draped the tie over the pole holding the hangers and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the closet’s door. Aside from looking a bit tired from the flight, he was pleased with what he saw. He removed the button from the slits in his dress shirt and pulled up his under shirt. His stomach appeared tight and flat. His strong jaw cast a slight shadow on his upper neck. He adjusted his light brown hair back from his forehead and looked into his own steely grey eyes. Finding himself attractive, he questioned why he girlfriend no longer desired him. Unable to remember the last time they had sex, he decided to relieve the pressure. He unbuttoned his black slacks and tossed them in the vicinity of the closet. From the bathroom, he grabbed a small bottle of the complimentary hand lotion and brought it to the bed. He yanked his black socks from his long, slender feet. His white boxer-briefs bulged over his crotch. The fabric stretched over the two round, bulbous muscles of his ass. He peeled them off and steeped out of them.

Without the patterned comforter, the sheets were clean white. He laid down on the bed and reveled in the cool, crisp sheet as it landed onto his body. The soft silky fabric tickled the hairs on his upper thighs. His body heat began to warm the bed and with his broad hands he pressed slowly down his torso letting the sheet caress the skin above his pecs. Pressing downward, toward his feet, his hands fell off the slopes of his pecs and onto his upper abs. His fingers slid in between the ripples of the muscles. Finally, at his groin he felt the slightest prickle of his short pubic hair before reaching the base of his cock. With his left hand he held at the base, stretching the skin over his head taught. His right hand slid up and down the underside, feeling the veins engross as he grew rock hard. Through the sheet, his dick began to feel white hot. Friction from the cotton motivated him to throw the sheet from himself. His prick throbbed against his abs next to his belly button as he retrieved the lotion and dispensed a dollop into his right hand.

A moan escaped his lips as the cool cream tingled and delighted. He held himself tight in his fist and ran his hand up and down. His scrotum tightened pulling his nuts close to his body. He grabbed them and stretched the skin down. As a result, his cock stood at a perfect right angle to his body. His eyelids slammed shut and he could feel sweat begin to form on his forehead. His hand sped up and down with such intensity, it created a slapping sound with each crash down. A strained moan tried to develop, but the muscles in his neck and chest tightened. A hot splash of cum landed on his chin, followed by another and another. Wet jizz sprayed onto his abs and slid down his slick cock, soaking his short pubes. He took deep breaths until he regained control over his body. Jet lag began to take its toll. Not bothering to wipe the mess off, Chad simply rolled in the bed and passed out.
Three hours passed before Chad slowly opened his eyes. The nap restored his energy and appetite. He looked for the menu the hotel’s hospital binder. The spa certificate fell from on top of it. The back of his legs felt tight as he leaned forward to pick it up. He looked at the various packages and services. He thought a deep tissue massage would be nice. He called down to room service and ordered himself dinner. He hung the phone and picked it back up to schedule a time at the spa.

“I’m only in town for a night. Do you have any openings this evening?” he asked, thankful the person understood English.

“We had a cancellation. If you could make it here in forty-five minutes, we could get you in.”

“That works for me. Thank you so much,” Chad said and ended the call.

His dinner took longer than expected. In a robe, he realized he still had dried cum on his chest and neck as he answered the door. He managed to eat his salad quickly. The shower’s water pressure wasn’t great, but he managed to hastily rinse himself off. He rushed to find the spa and the top floor of the hotel. An unexpected elevator transfer delayed him slightly.

The spa contained several water fountains that filled the air with relaxing ambience. The walls were dec’d out in stacked slate and quiet music played throughout. A young man took him into a room and instructed him to lay face down on the table and that the masseuse would be with him shortly. He wrapped a towel around his small waist and waited on the table. Shortly after a man entered the room and introduced himself as Salvador, Sal for short.

“I don’t mean to be weird, but what cologne are you wearing?” Sal asked.

“None. I just rinsed off,” Chad replied.

“Never mind, let’s begin.”

“Sounds good,” agreed Chad.

“Do you have any areas you would like me to target? Shoulders? Lower back?”

“Actually, my hamstrings are a bit tight. The back of my legs would be good.”

“Got it. I’m going to begin with your neck. Are you ready?”


Sal’s hands felt big and slightly moist. His nimble fingers relaxed the muscles in his neck. Chad felt his hands move down to his shoulders. Sal worked the tendons and tight spots in them with his strong arms. His hands slid lower down Chad’s trunk to the dimples just above his buttocks. He could feel Sal’s thumbs loosening tension there. Just below his left ass cheek, he felt Sal’s hands wrap around his thigh. He rotated his thumbs in a circular motion barely grazing Chad’s ass. It felt incredible. He wasn’t sure if Sal grew more brazen or if it was in his head, but it seemed to Chad that Sal gripped a little higher and tighter onto his right thigh. He shook it off as being his own imagination. Sal’s grip went lower to the backside of his knee and down to his lower leg. He massaged each foot and their perspective digits before returning higher. Sal took a thigh in each hand and began to press and pull with his thumbs, out from the near Chad’s groin to his outer leg. Chad felt his ass part slightly with each outward press. Sal’s thumbs moved higher just below his ass, but above his ball sack. He rubbed gently and Chad felt a tingle in his cock. It began to snake out under him and into the table below. Sal continued. Chad felt blood rush into his cheeks with embarrassment. He laid still even though the dull pain of his hard member squashed against the table persisted. The sensation of cool air against his ass alerted him the towel had been pulled up. He felt a slight lift pull at his hips. Chad exhaled as his penis felt liberated beneath him. Almost on his knees, Sal held him by his sides. He pressed his thumbs into Chad’s muscular rear. Chad hadn’t experienced anything like it. With his face still down in the massage table’s cradle, Sal lifted his waist higher into the air, exposing Chad’s tight, pink hole. Chad groaned as a hot wet thing slid up his crack and over his cunt. Sal buried his face deep into the American’s ass. His tongue danced around his hole before plunging inside it. Chad moaned in delight, lost in the foreign sensation. He felt a hand release his right hip, but he made sure to keep his eyes perfectly in place. Warm fingers tickled the underside of his sack, before they wrapped around his tool. Chad felt a slow, firm tug on the skin of his dick. It pulled down and back towards him. Sal removed his glistening face from Chad’s ass and licked the index and middle finger of his left hand. Chad’s ass, lubed with spit accommodated the two fingers with ease. Chad felt pain at first, but it dissolved into ecstasy as his prostate absorbed the pressure. It felt as if his cock was being massaged from the inside as well as out. He cursed under his breath and his hole tightened around Sal’s diving fingers. Cum shot in hard, deliberate spurts into the towel. Chad’s body convulsed and writhed in pleasure. Chad grew surprised by the duration of his orgasm, but was far from displeased.

Sal slowly pulled his finger from Chad. His pulse normalized and his body felt like a liquid lump, completely relaxed and at ease. He heard the door close and lifted his head for the first time. Sal had left. At first, his legs felt wobbly, but with each step he felt them grow steadier. He left a generous tip for Sal and began to contemplate a second night’s stay at the hotel.

Job Hunting

Nate Green managed hedge funds in Manhattan. He had equal charm and business savvy. In the next two hours, he had to conduct for interviews for a new position in account management. He hated the fact that the interviews took so long, he could usually tell if someone was a good hire in a matter of seconds, but HR made him be polite and conduct the interview until its end. The first three candidates were unimpressive and under qualified. The fourth candidate was also under qualified, but not unimpressive.

“Tom, I know this is a cliché interview question. But, where do you see yourself in two years?” Nate asked.

“I don’t know. I’m fresh out of school and positions for people at my age and experience are limited. I’d like a chance to grow with a company. They would train me specifically to utilize my talents and I’d be a huge asset for it.”

“That’s a pretty good answer,” Nate paused, “I’m going to be frank with you, you’re not a good fit for this position.”

“I appreciate your candor,” Tom replied.

“I do however, have a proposition for you.”


“Would you join me at my penthouse later this evening?”

Stunned, Tom didn’t know how to react. He dropped his eye contact with Nate and looked into his lap. Nate waited in silence for an answer.

“What for?” Tom asked his pitch heightening at the end.

“Just for a chat. Nothing serious,” he said and his lips parted over his teeth.

“I guess so.”

“Marvelous, see Terry on the way out. He’ll get you my address and a form to sign. Oh, and I’ll also have him give you petty cash for travel expenses.”

“Okay. Well, thank you for your time. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes. Good day.”

Tom walked through the theater sized office and waited for Nate’s secretary to end a call.

“Must have been a good meeting?” Terry asked.

Tom nodded nervously. Terry printed of a detailed invitation to Nate’s home. It specified the time and casual attire. He used a small key to open a black box and pulled five, crisp one-hundred-dollar bills from it. He locked the box and handed it to Tom.

“Don’t be late. Mr. Green is very particular. Sign here,” he said handing a hot piece of freshly printed paper.

Tom quickly skimmed the document and it was a standard non disclosure agreement. He hesitated, but then signed. He figured the money could pay for the next two months of student loans. He pocketed the money as he rode the elevator down. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his gut.

On the sidewalk in front of Mr. Green’s building, he used his phone to make a call. It rung a couple of times before a friendly voice answered.

“Did you get it?” she said.

“No. He told me in the interview,” Tom said.

“That’s to bad man. Next time.”

“Well, he invited me to his home.”

“What!? Nate Green invited you to his place?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m going to go through with it.”

“You’re getting a private sit-down with one of the most influential men in Manhattan. You have to go!” she said with zeal in her voice.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve known you for six years. You are always like this. You get something handed to you and because it didn’t feel like it was difficult enough to get, you don’t take it. You need to take it. Trust me.”

“Okay. But, if shit gets weird, I’m holding you accountable.”


He ended the call and decided to heed his friend’s advise. Nicole was almost always right. He checked the time and address on the invitation. He had three hours to kill and the park and the penthouse was close by. He decided to wait in Central Park until their meeting. He didn’t want to waste money on a cab or the train back to Brooklyn. Time passed as he read on a bench. He stood and walked to the address. He realized his outfit was business professional. He remembered the secretary mention particulars. He removed his tie and oxford and through them in a trash bin. His blazer looked good on the crew cut undershirt.

At a private elevator, he dialed up to Nate’s penthouse. The guard and concierge eyed him suspiciously. He flashed a boyish grin at them to ease their scrutiny. The elevator opened. It’s interior was might marble with polished silver accents. It carried him forty stories into the sky and opened. The foyer bled into the living room and the large industrial kitchen. The furniture was minimal and cleverly designed. Golden lights from New York’s skyline bathed the space in a warm, golden glow.

“Tom. How nice to see you,” Nate said holding a glass of scotch.

“Mr. Green, the pleasure’s mine,” Tom said with faux confidence.

“Please call me Nate.”

“Nate it is.”

“Come in. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, please,” Tom said remembering an article he read that instructed young business people always to accept a nicety when offered.

Tom followed Nate to a sitting area next to a curated bookshelf. On a bar cart, Nate poured two fingers of the scotch from a crystal decanter. Tom took the drink and waited for Nate to sit before sitting himself. He squirmed in the chair and waited anxiously for Nate to speak.

“You know I’m a busy man.”

“Absolutely,” Tom said realizing there were no other guests in the penthouse.

“I’m not the easiest person to be around and in turn, I’ve not many real friends. People say their a friend, but they’re actually just after a donation or handout. You understand?”

“I think so.”

“I’m fine with solitude, but there are some things I miss. People under estimate the necessity of human touch. It’s vital.”

Nate watched as Tom took a large fortifying sip of the scotch. He tried to gage Tom’s reaction. He wondered if he had made a huge mistake. He took a sip from his own glass.”

“I think people just need other people sometimes. Many say they don’t but they actually do. New Yorkers complain about the crowds all the time, but that’s what makes the city great. We’re all fighting it together.”


Tom had experimented with guys in college. He liked both men and women, but saying your straight is just easier. He found Nate attractive. His authoritative tone put him at ease. He didn’t want to jump the gun on where he thought this conversation was heading so he held his tongue.
“You remind me of my dorm mate back in my Yale days. We had a special connection.”

“I see,” Tom replied.

“I’d like it very much if you could just touch me. Not sexually, necessarily, but more of a massage.”

Tom thought it over and the prospect became real that this might devolve into some sort of prostitution. He wasn’t sure if he was okay with that. He looked into Nate’s big eyes and hooked nose. His salty hair brushing the top of his glasses.

“Okay. I can help you out.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nate stood and extended his free hand.

The men shook hands as Tom stood from his own chair. He followed Nate into his bedroom. Nate removed his shirt and pants, but left on his boxers and socks. He looked smaller without all the suiting. His body was handsome compact, elegant. Tom waited for instruction and took another sip of his drink.

“I thought I might lay on the bed and you could massage my back.”

Tom nodded and sat the drink down on a glass table. He waited for Nate to get situated on the bed and stood next to it. He tried to reach from there, but it felt awkward. He climbed onto the bed and sat over Nate on his knees. Nate exhaled hard as Tom began rubbing his shoulders. He was too nervous to get aroused, but Tom admired the man’s strong shoulder structure. His back felt tight and Tom used his thumbs to pry it from itself.

“That feels great. Right there,” Nate asked.

Tom continued in the area before working down near the man’s sides. He felt ribs and moved his fingers back, closer to the spine. After several minutes of back work, Tom’s hands grew tired. He apologized and Nate understood, he wasn’t a professional after all. Tom stretched his hands open and closed. Nate waited patiently.

“Okay, I’m good.”

“Do you feel comfortable with my legs?” Nate asked.

Tom shuffled lower on the bed, just below Nate’s knees. He worked the area of the lower thigh first. Working his way up the leg, he leaned forward. The loose fitting boxers provided a glimpse of Nate’s smooth, supple ass. Two domes under pinstriped fabric. Tom sat up straighter and moved to the other leg. He couldn’t help but to look.

“Thank you that was lovely,” Nate said breaking Tom’s stare, “Would you like a turn?”

“That’s alright I’m fine.”

“I insist. It’s more for me than you,” Nate admitted.

Tom removed his blazer and undershirt revealing a thin frame. His chest was mostly flat and his arms had a decent girth. He removed his trousers. His briefs were powder blue and snugly fit. For an unknown reason, Tom straightened his hair before laying down face first on the bed. The bed smelled of warm spice and chamomile. Nate grabbed his left arm and began pressing into the back of it moving up to his armpit. He switched to other side of the bed and repeated. He then massaged Tom’s nimble feet and it felt incredible.

“May I get on the bed to do your back?”

“You’re excellent at this. Please,” Tom said with a laugh.

Tom felt a gentle weight lower on his butt. He felt the cotton fabric of Nate’s shorts near his waist. Nate leaned forward to reach for Tom’s shoulders. Tom could feel his junk through the thin fabric press at the top of his ass. Nate began to massage and the thoughts left Tom. Nate magically relieved the stress and tension from his entire back. He couldn’t remember a time his back had been so pain free. After he finished with the deep tissue, Nate lightly let his fingers brush over his back like ten paint brushes. Tom pressed his ass cheeks together tight and pivoted at his waist. This applied light pressure against Nate’s cock. He lowered down to the bed feeling his cock press into it. He kept pressing up until his felt Nate’s cock grow rigid and poke into him. Nate rocked his hips, letting his dick slide against Tom’s crack. The front fabric of his boxers absorbed precum into them as the to men humped. The head of Tom’s cock slid to and fro on the light blue fabric. He felt a gush of heat against his anus. Nate began to moan as he unloaded a thick load onto Tom. Still working his wet sticky ass, Tom pumped his cock hard against the bed until a jizz exploded and filled his briefs. The two men laid and relished in the their wet, cum soaked underwear for a beat.

Tom sat up on the bed in front of Nate. He looked him in the eyes before giving him a long, warm hug. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Couple’s Massage

Kyle booked a massage. He tipped a bellboy to tell him who would put out. He had been given the name, Allen and to mention the word ‘deluxe package’, when making the appointment. A loud knock on the door alerted him.

“I’m here to give the massage,” a hunky man said.

“Great, you can set up over there.”

Kyle watched in anticipation as the sexy masseuse rolled in a massage table. He liked the way his shorts hugged his ass and when he bent over showcased his bulge. He could make out the straps of a jock strap and licked his lips. He didn’t feel a hint of guilt for cheating on his partner. He’d been neglected for too long.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll be right out,” Kyle said.

Allen pulled back the shower curtain slowly. Kyle stood in the steam stroking his cock. Kyle’s eyes met Allen’s and Kyle motioned with his head for Allen to enter. Allen looked down at his wristwatch assessing the time and how far behind he already was. He had three more massage appointments after Kyle. Then, he returned his gaze to Kyle’s long, beautiful dick. He kicked off his shoes and began to undress.

“I think you were looking at this earlier,” Allen said.

He turned his back to Kyle and peeled off the tight white shorts. Kyle slowed his hand, this man’s ass demanded cum. He stepped out of the jock-strap and his hard-on liberated itself from the undergarment, slapping Allen on the thigh. Allen didn’t have Kyle’s length but he did have serious girth. He held his cock as he entered the shower and neared Kyle. Kyle pulled him close  and lightly tongued his mouth. He ran his wet hands across the smooth, supple skin of Allen’s lower back and ass. Kyle thought of nothing but eating the man out. He turned Allen around so that his head sat below the water from the shower head. The warm water trickled from his back all the way to his crack where it was interrupted by Kyle’s wide, pink tongue. Kyle rimmed Allen’s ass like it would be the last time. His butt had so much strength and mass and he could bury his face into it. Kyle took Allen’s left butt cheek in his left hand the other in the right, spreading them to expose a rose colored hole. Kyle used both his tongue and nose to caress Allen’s cunt. He would alternate from cheeks spread when he could get deep, to cheeks closed so that the front of his face was buried in Allen. Allen had had some eager-backside-eaters in the past, but he couldn’t think of another with such creativity and stamina. He even joked about ‘coming up for air,’ but either Kyle ignored him or didn’t hear him because he continued for another ten minutes.

“Fuck. I could do this all day,” Kyle said.

“I think I’m turning to a prune, do mind if we finish in the bedroom?”

“Sounds great!” Kyle said as he made his way to the bed and laid spread-eagle for Allen. .


Allen had to take a piss and let the door cracked as he did. Kyle heard a click of the card key for the room. Tye enters, flustered and sets his laptop bag down. Allen grabs the tip of his penis to stop the flow, hoping he hadn’t been heard.

“HI TYE, MY BOYFRIEND! What are you doing back here so early?” Kyle asked loudly, aiming his voice to Allen.

“Fucking meeting cancelled at the absolute last minute. Don’t people understand that my time’s valuable too?” he said trailing off before noticing the massage and finally his naked lover, “Wow! What’s occasion?”

“Oh, I just got out of the shower and laid here a minute. Naked. Because, I don’t really ever do that,” he explained nervously.

“You should do this more often, sexy! Can I join you?” Tye asked as he climbed on top of Kyle.

Tye is very tall and lean. He ran cross-country in college and the runner’s physique stayed with him. His hair is side parted dark black with a few flecks of grey. The steely grey in his stubble brings out the blue in his eyes. He undresses on top of Kyle as he kisses Kyle’s chest and neck. He bites his ears as he grabs Kyle’s prick. After removing his dress shirt, Tye slides down the middle of Kyle’s torso and swallows his cock. He takes it so deep, Allen could physically see the bulge of Kyle’s cock in Tye’s throat. Allen began to get hard watching the two men. And began to finger his ass. Kyle had prepared it well. He arched his head back as he plunged two fingers deep inside himself.

“Oh fuck baby, let me grab the lube, I want you to fuck me”, Tye proclaimed

Tye stood and headed for the bathroom. Allen, preoccupied with his own bits didn’t realize Tye approached. Tye opens the door and spots Allen trying to jump into the shower and hide.

“What the fuck? There’s some guy in here watching us. Who the fuck do you think you are?” Tye yelled.

“Allen,” he said.

“I was screwing him when you came home. Leave him alone this is all on me,” Kyle said.

Tye’s eyes widen and his cheeks flushed red. He asks Allen to go wait in the bedroom. Allen would have left the room for good, if Tye hadn’t been standing on his spa uniform. Tye released a pent-up sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Tye said, “I know this year’s been tough on you. I can’t be mad at you.”

The two men kissed and hugged. As they kissed their flaccid dicks rubbed back and forth against another.

“Plus this guy’s sexy as fuck. How could you blame me?” Kyle joked.

After waiting a beat, Tye took Kyle’s hand and led him into the bedroom. He pushed Allen down gently on the bed. Tye dropped to his knees and began to suck on Allen’s thick meat. Kyle rubbed the top of Tye’s shoulder before climbing on the bed with Allen. He swung his leg over his head and sat on Allen’s face. He gyrated on his mouth rubbing his ass up to his nose and down to his chin. The stubble on Allen’s chin felt great against Kyle’s hole. Kyle leaned forward and began to suck Allen’s cock while Tye worked his balls. Allen moaned in delight as the two men licked and sucked him off. Tye massaged his own balls as he serviced Allen’s. Kyle’s hole was wet with saliva and Allen’s tongue had relaxed it. He pivoted and squatted over Allen’s thick dick. He grabbed it and slid him into his warm asshole. His hole stretched to accommodate Allen’s girth. Tye stood and kissed his lover passionately as he bounced up and down. Tye continued towards the head of the bed where Allen’s head lay. He turned his head towards him and plunged his cock into Allen’s mouth. It felt hot and wet. Tye understood his partner’s attraction to him. Allen’s thick lips rounded over his teeth as he sucked Tye’s cock. Tye grabbed the back of Allen’s head and pressed it into his crotch. Allen held his breath as Tye’s cock entered his throat and when he was at the base of Tye’s dick, he slid his tongue out flicking it at Tye’s scrotum. Tye held himself deep in Allen’s mouth as the tickling against his balls felt incredible. Further down the bed, Kyle continued bouncing on Allen, jerking himself off, running his hand over the head off his cock.

“Fuck!” Kyle exclaimed.

Kyle’s hand squeezed harder as he gripped his cock. He moaned with every land on Allen’s dick. Finally, he sat as low as he could and he could feel Allen’s sack agains his skin. He exploded. The first spurt of jizz hit Allen’s face and showered it along with Tye’s cock. The next spurt landed on Allen’s chest, in the space between his two pecs. The third landed in Allen’s belly-button and the firth also pooled there. Allen ran his hand over his torso and rubbed the cum in. After two initial slow rubs from his chest down to his navel, he moved his hand to his left nipple and squeezed. Allen removed Tye’s cock from his mouth. His breath quickened. He breathed deeply and with every exhale whimpered as he plunged his dick into Kyle’s warm hole.

“I’m about to cum,” He warned.

Kyle held tight to the sheets as the beer-can sized cock plowed into him. Allen cried out loudly and came. The thrusts became deliberate with every release of cum. Kyle could barely take the strong blows, but bent forward, his hair soaking up his own cum on Allen’s chest. Allen relaxed, laid his hands to his sides and grinned. Tye jerked off and after Kyle and Allen recovered, got himself close. Allen sighed in delight and took Tye’s cock from him. He slid his hand up and down the veiny shaft. Kyle unmounted Allen and got behind Tye. He began eating out Tye’s ass. Allen continued pleasuring Tye’s dick and licked the tip of his cock as he ran his hand up and down. Kyle felt Tye’s hole clench tight around his tongue. Tye said something discernibly as he came. All of his muscles tightened and he ceased to breath until the final deposit of cum entered Allen’s mouth. Tye pulled out and kissed Allen’s lips. He tasted a mixture of himself and Kyle. He turned and lifted Kyle from his knees and smothered him with a kiss.

Allen went to the bathroom and toweled himself off. Kyle and Tye cuddled naked under the sheet of the bed.

“Alright, give the spa  a ring if you need anything,” Allen insisted sardonically.

Tye and Kyle laughed as the door to their hotel room closed.

Unforgettable Gay Massage

Hi there everyone!

Well, if you got here, I’m most certain you’re looking for some hot gay massage , am I right or wrong?

Well, I built this site for you to read my experiences, and others that have shared their gay massage experiences with me.

I think I’ll tell you a story about Jason. I’ve known Jason for a couple of years now. He is the person who recommended that his friend Tom to come and see me a few weeks ago. Jason is in his early 30’s. When I first saw him I thought, “Just a normal every day ‘plain John’ type. My over active sex drive would be easier to keep in check and I ‘m looking forward to doing a couples massage. So far all my work has been one member of a family. Jason, the “massage boy” is of average to medium height, about 5’6,” and weight, 140 lbs., light brown hair, greenish brown eyes; nothing outstanding or special except maybe her personality and her overly friendly and trusting attitude of others. Then again, maybe I’m speaking too soon; I shouldn’t say there is nothing special about him… or is there…?

Jason wasn’t yet 30 years old when I first met him. Jason and his friend Tom, would come to me for a massage once a month, but after several sessions, Tom shied away saying massage really wasn’t his thing and I rarely ever saw much of him after that. Jason was just the opposite and totally enjoyed being massaged, and get all oiled up by my firm hands. Jason has been coming to me on a regular basis just to “relax”… It was all innocent, and nothing was going on… It was a strictly professional relashionship we had going…

Now, without his boyfriend, Jason started to come in on a more regular basis, like weekly I would get a phone call from him requesting a massage… Obviously I didn’t mind the extra cash he was bringing, and, for some unknown reason, when he started coming for the gay massage session alone, I started looking at him in another way… Maybe, I don’t know, I was kinda getting used to his hot sexy body, nice and athletic curves… Maybe I was falling in love with this hot sexy boy. He had everything in all the right places. Firm nice butt, narrow waist, shapely hips attached to two creamy smooth legs, and, I could see he had a pretty big dick under his underwears… Everything was perfectly proportioned. As a matter of fact his whole body was creamy smooth; not a blemish. I never gave him an erotic massage before, but this time, boy… he sure gave me a woody.

Stay tuned for the rest of the story 🙂