Straight Men Massages 3: MM Straight to Gay Stories

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That day, I just gave him a professional massage (even though I could tell from the way he was moving and shifting around on the table that he wanted more than that) and I have to admit that it was hard not to wonder how something like that actually works in a sexual situation (especially with a woman). Then again, how many people want to experience the awkwardness of letting people know that they experienced a moment together?

so today on our way to watch the NHL playoffs, at my best friend's house, HE was driving and I was sitting in the passenger seat (just a note: we were both sober) and I started to massage his back as he was driving and it lasted about 20 minutes until we got to his house. At this point, I had seen this guy a few times, he seemed pretty laid back, was polite as anyone could be and although I knew he wanted me to do more than just massage him - I wasn't into that because I'm straight. So, later that same day, I ask her if she's free a few days from now at the time of his appointment and she says that she is. mostly because the openness of the male affection we had, had to be controlled, and at that time touching my nipples will get me hard like a rock!And like most people, among the things we discuss with our significant others is our work day and experiences. A couple times Kumar reached across the table for more oil and "accidently" brushed my dick, like it was in the way. She didn't seem moved one way or the other and really didn't have anything to add or ask about it life went on as usual.

Just Clean and Shave your ass, go and after massage him pretend as If you want to sleep and go to bed with no panty and and after he sleeps put your ass and move towards to his cock and sleep like this when he notices there is a nice ass infront of his cock he will move at least he will play with your ass this should be enough for you ! Of course, the "big day" comes (pun intended) and of the two guys it's the polite one with the 11 inches that wants to come in. It didn’t, and he continued chatting as he kneaded his way up my thighs, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the unauthorized no man’s land.

I could complain to the management, demand my money back and, possibly, score some gym-based perks as payment for my trauma (free Cliff Bars for life? She just waited, never mentioned it again, and seemed not to have any real anticipation or excitement about it which I found odd in a confusing kind of way.