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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I found him in the classifieds, this was in the late 90's, long before internet and the kind information I was looking for was hard to come by for a naive but sexually charged 22 year.

I was so nervous, I almost didn't get to the door. I was way too nervous to seriously consider taking him up on a sensual massage even though that's what I so desperately wanted so we went through the motions of a deep tissues massage.

Massage Surprise

He told me the price and I paid cash of course. He was in good shape, 5'10 maybe, tanned with brown hair, late forties-ish and was wearing a t-shirt with red volleyball shorts and bare feet. I was 22 years old, pretty sure I was straight. I had never experienced a sexual encounter with another man but I couldn't stand it anymore, I was so horny for cock, just the word excited me.

I had checked out gay porn but I just wasn't into it, it was always so cheesy and I couldn't see myself making love or fucking a man. I was really into bi-sexual porn and it seemed so long as a girl was involved I could relish the man to man love. After years of frustration, I had to check out the real thing but I didn't know where or how to start.

I as so naive on the ways of the world. I wasn't gay and I had no interest in men for any kind of relationship, I was still very into chicks but I couldn't shake the thought of cocks and balls, it was becoming an unstoppable literotica gay massage. I had to see a cock in the flesh.

I wasn't into men, I was into cock, I wanted to see and touch balls. Next thing I knew I was face down on the massage table. He was making light conversation while giving me a proper rub down, this guy was legit on his therapy and told me he'd been doing this for many years.

He had worked at a reputable massage therapy clinic but there was no money to be made by not being the owner so he moved his business to his house as there was no overhead, his own hours and no boss. His hands were powerful but so soft and he squeezed me deep and intense.

I loved it, he worked my neck, back and gave me tingles on my arms before he moved down to my legs. As he was rubbing my legs his strong hands would glance on the bottom of my cheeks on each pass just under the towel that was covering my mid-section. He was working me like pro.

Literotica gay massage began to wonder about the "Swedish" massage, I mean it had to be what I thought it would be, didn't it? As he continued to touch me my cock hardened under me laying on my stomach and I couldn't stand it. I sheepishly asked about the details of the "Swedish" massage, still being nervous that I might be asking for something illegal and what if he was a cop or some shit?

He smiled and said. He told me the Swedish style was something he did only for a few clients and only by request. He gave me no others details on what that entailed. I asked him if we could do that and with a calm smile and an assuring tone he said he'd do it. He delicately yet with purpose began to massage my ass, pressing deep, underneath the towel.

I had never had anyone touch my bare bum before and it felt wonderful. I was trying hard and I imagine very non-discreetly to subtly shift myself to widen my thighs apart, desperate for him to move his hands further. Each time he pushed upwards his fingers would gradually go a little higher between my thighs and graze my under side.