Gay Massage Stories: A selection of male to male short stories

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I have been trying a lot of other stuff too besides massage parlors and I’m still trying to find my unicorn. But recently some stuff fell through and I was getting a little frustrated. Then the Atlanta news came out, and I decided it was time. I needed a massage. This is what happened. One time while we were hanging out, he shared with me that he was bi. He asked me if I had ever been with another guy and I told him the truth – never. I have always had an unhealthy obsession by "the new" I seek out new sexual experiences. I have an obsession that is obsessive, it manifests itself in a way that when I hear or think about a sexual act or sexual experience I investigate it to the maximum until I've understood all of it, seen it, tried it and then I can park it and move on. There was a dark mesh blind that allowed us to see out but from the outside no one could see in. It was facing the tree lined street.

He ended up staying in my room during his visit. He was a little older than me but not by much (21?). I remember him undressing and noticing how much bigger he was than me. He moved down to my side and tried to adjust the cloth to cover me again, but I was so hard now that it wouldn't cover me all the way. He tried to ignore it and went to work once again, this time rubbing my stomach with one hand and my thigh with the other. Feeling bored, the three of us decided to hang out in my room and play poker. One of the two dudes was out on campus. He offered to go down on me and the other guy as a bet. We thought he was joking but found out later he wasn’t. I saw him smile above me and his hands returned to my body. Massaging my chest and sides, grazing my nipples each time, the effect felt delicious. Jim came quietly into the room a few minutes later and the massage got underway. At first touch I thought I had made a big mistake, I was immediately weirded out by a guy putting his hands on me, but it wasn't long before I settled down and started to relax. I found myself just trying to imagine that it was Kelly's hands.I (50ish M) got a little triggered by the story of the recent shooting in Atlanta, and I commented about it over on r/politics. But then I remembered that I didn’t come on reddit to talk about politics or racism! I’m here to confess my sexual adventures! So in the spirit of appreciation for massage providers everywhere, I decided to tell about my experiences with happy endings and all that. Feel free to ask me anything. I have more stories if you like this. I’m not going to go so far as to say we were boyfriends because we weren’t. But when we weren’t at work, we did make out a few times and more. I was bumped when he got transferred a year after making it through probation.” We went down to the massage room in the basement. I always liked the idea of being massaged in the nude but never had the courage to ask for it. Same this time -- I had white underwear on, although a fully dressed Tom pulled the undies down quite a way to give me a good doing over on my gluteus maximus, which I loved. During my high school years, I went to a military boarding school. The setup was three guys to a dorm. I became friends with one of the guys I bunked with named Dale. 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 never really did something with another guy but I did use to watch two dudes I served with [in the military] mess around in the woods. When it comes to written – rather than verbal – evidence of working-class queer lives, this is often ambiguous. For Stephen Hornby's last play, The Adhesion of Love, he researched a group of working-class men from Bolton who set up a Walt Whitman appreciation society in the 1880s. They entered into regular correspondence with America’s great queer poet – and two of them even travelled to New York to visit him. In the play, Hornby has inferred that the men were what we'd now call gay. "If we look at the record that does exist of the Bolton men’s lives with the assumption that they were heterosexual," he says, "we're just left with a lot of puzzles and unanswerable questions. If we flip it, and assume they were interested in men sexually and emotionally, then all those puzzles disappear, and all the questions are answered." The next week I arrived at Langdon's house for my massage. I was looking forward to it, but I was also a bit nervous. He lived alone in a small one story house. An old build from the 1940's with a huge heavily treed yard. He answered the door in scrub pants and a tank, barefoot. We ended up j-rking together in the meat freezer. The whole thing was over in less than 10-minutes (if that). After that, we did more stuff but not in the store.” I went onto a popular hookup app to see what I could find. Not sure how it happened but I ended up tapping on a filter that put me in a same-sex category. I eventually got out of it but it was too late, I was already listed in the gay area.

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hour ago What I Learned From the World’s Last Smallpox Patient Among infectious-disease doctors like me, Banu is famous as a symbol of the power of science and modern medicine. So fellas, I'm currently out of town at a hotel for the next week for some work stuff. Been here a couple days and yesterday my buddy suggested we go to an Asian massage parlor today. I'd never been to one before but I thought "why the hell not?"

As usual I took my clothes off, got on the massage table, and a fully clothed Tom gave me a massage in complete silence. Chris then proceeded to oil me up, and started the massage - which was amazing. He had the most wonderful touch, and in the course of the whole massage, got every muscle in my body and relaxed it. But every move he made, he would start at my ass - massage the hole and my balls, and then move to another part of the body. I am a married man, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual, but, in trying to remain faithful to my marriage vows, made a decision not to act upon my urges to have sex with men.

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I had a buddy in college who was gay but in the closet. One night we were drinking scotch at his place and he confessed he had been crushing on me for a long time. When you are young and broke, you’ll do anything for money. I’m married now with kids and don’t consider myself gay.”

I had been looking forward to Friday all week long, and it was finally here. Yes, it was partly the anticipation of the weekend, but it was mostly because I had scheduled my monthly massage session with Kelly on Friday afternoon. What we see all through history is that people are denied their past as part of a way to control them," says Hornby. "The fascist playbook is always to destroy the history and culture of the minority it is repressing. History empowers us. At its most fundamental, it says, 'We have always been here. We have a place.'" 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. I had completely forgotten that this was initially a massage practise and that I was being touched by another man. He paused all movement and rested his hands on my thighs, leaning over me he spoke softly "I can stop if you want me too, or I can keep going. I want to and I think you want me too."

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A few years ago, I started wanting to experiment more with sex. (See my post history for more context) One of the first things I tried was the massage parlor where I heard you might get a hand job at the end. Well, I found out that you can get more than a hand job. Since then, I don’t go very often but I’m estimating I may have been around 15-20 times. Something like 3-5 times per year. I have had a wide range of experiences. Sometimes the massage part is very good and professional. Sometimes it’s very brief and not good. Sometimes the women are chatty, fun and very attractive. Sometimes they’re boring and plain looking. You never really know what you’re going to get. Sometimes, there is just a professional massage and nothing else. Other times I have been surprised by how forward and open they were about the sex part. Just before graduation, we ended up hooking up off-base. Not sure how to explain the dynamics. Yeah, we had been drinking but we weren’t sloshed. What’s weird is that we ended up doing it two more times. I’m married now and so is he. We’re still friends on Facebook.” He slowly moves his hands, but looks at me, "if I keep going, you are going to cum, I want to make sure that you are ready for that. 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.”