When I was 30-years old, I bought a 1968 Ford Thunderbird. Muscle cars have always been my thing, and this was my dream car. But this vehicle needed a lot of work, so I used to contract with a mechanic who specialized in older models. When you are young and broke, you’ll do anything for money. I’m married now with kids and don’t consider myself gay.” When I was 25-years old, I took my little brothers on a camping trip to the Northern woods of Wisconsin. We had been making the trek from Chicago for years but after our dad passed away, we decided to keep the tradition going. It happened only a few times. A neighbor and I used to get together and smoke. A lot of what happened is fuzzy so I don’t remember all the details. But I do remember we did things.” You don’t have to cum if you don’t want to, and you shouldn’t feel under any pressure to get hard and get off.

Looking for first gay experiences stories? If so, you wouldn’t be alone. According to scientific research, something like 7-8% of men who identify as heterosexual has had some type of same sex-experience. I drove to his studio and had the butterflies in my stomach that I lived for. Sexual energy. I loved not knowing what to expect...it's what drove me. There was this one guy I used to get with after practice. It just sort of happened. The weird thing is we never talked about it. From time to time, we would end up in my garage when my parents weren’t home and mess around. We were both curious I guess.” His words were now too much for me - my balls started to surge and I moaned, "I'm going to cum. You're making me cum!" I remember telling him my shoulder was messed up from a bad play and he offered to massage it to relax the muscle. That’s when I felt his stiffy against me through his sweats.

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When we were finishing I gave him a good tip, the first ever after a massage (it's not normal where I live). He profusely thanked me and mentioned that he was leaving the practice and would instead offer massages at his own apartment. I took his details, of course. Sanju poured a generous quantity of warm oil all over my body and spread from shoulder to toe. Once my body was drenched in oil, he started with my toes. A happy ending is the term used to describe you getting off. If you cum, that’s the happy ending to the massage. This is probably the experience I remember least about, not because I didn't enjoy it but because it was organized fairly last minute, on the same day I believe. As usual I had been looking through Craigslist and looking for the more interesting and easy going meet ups. I stumbled across a guy, again a similar age, offering full body massages for guys, again he was a guy who didn't want anything in return, he was experienced from a past career on cruise ships with massage and was offering a full body massage, with a few extras. Given my journey up to now, how could I resist! I lay there panting, he moved away from me and we chatted idly. I took a shower and was drunk with sexual energy. It was an incredible experience and the only downside is that I'll never experience that first every again.

Less than 10 minutes later, a middle-aged woman came into the room and called my name to follow her. She guided me into a massage room off the main hall and told to me to disrobe to a level that I was comfortable with and to get under the covers on the massage table when I was ready. As she walked out, she told me that the massage therapist would be in shortly.One thing led to another and we ended up making out. Later, we traded some oral action. Only happened once because it got weird afterward. Not sure why.” During that time, I hooked up several times with a few of the inmates. It happens more than people think and not because straight guys are forced into it.

I felt his strong hands on my legs, and they glided up my thighs. The strokes were firm and meaningful. Not sensual in any way at all. My senses were heightened though. The masseur, Sanju, was about 28-30 years old with a slightly dark wheatish skin and a lanky build. He had a clean shaven face with an attractive smile. As usual I took my clothes off, got on the massage table, and a fully clothed Tom gave me a massage in complete silence.

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I had half been expecting a massage table given his experience but he asked me to lay face down on his bed. Despite this I could tell he had experience and wasn't making it up as he went. The room was warm and he had towels for me to lie on and used cushions and pillows to make me more comfortable, he also had warm oils. One weekend around 2 or 3 in the morning, we were super bored and started talking about our hookup experiences. I don’t know what happened, but it must have gotten us both horned. By now I was in seventh heaven. I was feeling brave and even a little daring. I couldn't help but feel a little of an exhibitionist. I knew from where he was standing that he could see how aroused I had grown to become. There was no way he couldn't see that I was excited. This encounter occurred some years prior to my discovering the joys of male sex. I like to kayak and hike, and was on a trip to central Colorado to do just that. I spent a couple of days kayaking on the Arkansas River with a friend I had known since college, and then climbed one of the 14,000 plus foot peaks in the area. It was an arduous climb, even though I was in good shape.

I could tell he was getting excited too. His breathing had changed which told me that he was also having a good time. He made no effort to remove it just let me squeeze it and went about massaging my butt cheeks thoroughly. It was one of the hottest feelings I've ever had! We started talking and I got the sense he was interested in me. I’ve never been attracted to other men, but there was just something about him that I liked. Hard to explain. Maybe it was his cologne? It's always been like this for me, from affairs to massage parlours to swinging clubs to the dark web etc. I've seen and done most things. A bit about me. I've been married now for 9 years and with my current wife for 10 years. I was married before and am straight, always have been. I'm currently 44 years old and in decent shape for my age.When I was 19-years old, I worked at a hotel as a bellman. Frequently, male guests had me bring up their luggage. There’s lots of different variations, but generally an erotic gay massage means that you’re going to be naked on a massage table, and the guy giving you the massage is also going to be naked. Do I have to be gay to enjoy an erotic massage from a guy? I researched it a little starting with the forum and found only the one post. It was about a 50-year-old guy who was offering male massages in the North West. I looked through it and it didn't appeal, but I couldn't get my mind off the subject. We were both drenched in sweat because of the steam and the steamy sex. We just gathered our breath and steamed our body a bit more. We both then just stepped out completely naked and moved to our respective shower cubicles. It was quite surprising that we had hardly spoken to each other and did not know each other’s names. I guess that hardly mattered.