A Memory That I Can't Suppress

Before I got married, I lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment and spent a lot of time online trying to find some fun. Internet dating was gaining popularity, and I spent a lot of time chatting with like-minded people, both men and women.

During one of those chat sessions, I was talking with a guy in a similar situation as me, and he mentioned that he had recently visited a massage parlor and was worked on by a masseur. He initially wanted a female, but was amazed at how aroused he became during the session, and that got my mind racing!

Over the next few days, I became more inquisitive and noticed that my internet search history was evolving. There was a definitive shift from MILFs, Incest, Lesbian, 3-somes, etc., to gay porn, massage porn, cum shots. The sight of a firm, thick, erect penis was making my cock pulse with excitement, and night after night, I began to watch these videos and cum. It was extremely satisfying, but I was missing a real connection.

Now, don't misunderstand me -- I love women -- but this was something I had to experience.

Over the next few nights, I was focused and dedicated my time to the single goal of finding a male masseur when I got home from work. I didn't have the courage to visit a massage parlor, but it seemed there were options to connect with and schedule a massage at your home. I was able to narrow down the search by massage type and a nearby location radius, then browse through images of available masseurs. The one I chose was about 30 years old, 5'10" tall, with a muscular build, around 170 pounds, short dark hair, and Hispanic. He was very attractive, and I could only imagine what it would be like to have his hands all over my body.

The price was detailed: $160 for a one-hour sensual massage. Text to schedule and make payment! I was so nervous doing this, but I wanted to try it. I typed the number into my phone and sent a text.

"I would like to book your services and verify availability."

Within a few minutes, I received a reply, and we agreed on Friday at 8:30 pm Payment was processed in advance, and the only instructions I received were to shower before the appointment and relax.

The next few days were long. The anticipation of meeting my masseur was weighing heavily on my mind. I was excited, nervous, aroused, and continually looking at the clock. Finally, Friday afternoon arrived, and the minutes seemed like hours, but eventually 5 O'clock arrived. I closed my laptop and knew that things were about to get very real.

I made myself a light dinner and had a glass of wine to help settle the nerves before jumping into the shower around 7:30 pm. The water was refreshing, and I was keen to ensure that my body had a good lather of soap as I wanted to be clean and fresh.

As the clock approached 8:30 pm, I had a second glass of wine and was wearing some basketball shorts, with no underwear and a simple t-shirt. I awaited a knock on the door. It happened, and right at 8:30 pm, the sound of a knock at my door made me jump a little, and I went to greet my masseur. I opened the door, we shook hands and exchanged names -- His name was Aldo.

"Nice to meet you, Aldo. I'm Matt, come on in." I said.

With that, I stepped back from the door and let him in. He carried a portable massage table, a cover to slide on top, a speaker for gentle music, and of course, his oils! When he was set up, he turned the lights down and asked me to remove my clothes and lie on the table face down. As I did this, he set up the music and began warming his oils.

"Do you mind if I remove some of my clothes, also?" he said.

Understanding that a response wasn't needed, as a slight nod of the head was all he needed for confirmation.

He did -- He took off his t-shirt, and his shorts, leaving him in a pair of dark red briefs. His cock looked amazing in his briefs, and I wondered whether they would come off at any stage!

He began his massage. From head to toe -- he didn't miss anything. His hands were soft, and the pressure was just right against my skin. Long strokes were applied from my neck down over my shoulder blades, down my back, and additional pressure was applied on my lower back. The sensations he was creating were intense. As he moved around to the side of the table, my fingers gently brushed against his very adequate package. I opened my hand and was able to gently touch his cock and balls through his underpants as he slowly began to massage my ass. His strokes grew more confident, and on the odd occasion, he would slide his finger against my ass hole down to my balls -- as he touched them, my ass instinctively raised and allowed him freedom to touch my erect cock. As he worked on me, I began exploring him more -- I reached for the top of his waistband and inched it down until he helped, and then I was given free access to touch his hardening cock. I gently stroked him and could feel him getting as hard as I was.

After a few minutes, he moved around and worked on my legs, moving up my body, at the top of his stroke, never too far from my sensitive areas -- his oily fingers gently touching my ass hole and on occasion sliding in. He parted my legs to give him better access and then next thing I felt was warm breath against my ass hole and then a wet tongue -- oh my god it felt incredible -- as he rimmed my ass hole, I raised my ass into his face, and he grabbed my cock -- he began to jerk my cock at the same time and the pleasure was indescribable! I had never felt so relaxed, and I've had several massages, but this felt different.

He reached over and opened a packet...I heard the unmistakable tear of a condom wrapper. I felt the splash of additional oils hit my asshole, and then the snap of the condom being placed over this cock. Within seconds, he whispered into my ear,

"Relax." He said.

And I felt his cock enter my ass. Slowly at first, he slid his hard cock into me, a little at a time, until his cock, all 6", was inside me -- then he began to move. Each stroke touching my prostate, the feeling of being so full, and then empty repeatedly, was incredible. My cock was leaking pre cum all over the table, and I knew he was getting close. His cock felt harder than anything I had ever used, and then I felt him pulse; he was cumming inside of me, inside his condom, but he was cumming. WOW.

He eased his cock out of my ass and removed his condom. I lay there for a couple of minutes as he cleaned himself, and he returned with a warm washcloth to tidy me up a little, also.

Then he smiled at me and asked me to turn onto my back. As I did -- I saw his perfect cock, and mine was standing to attention -- It wasn't lost on him, that's for sure. This time, he worked on my legs and worked his way up my body. Spending a lot of time on my thighs. My cock was so hard I was about to explode, and I wanted him to touch me. He lowered his head as he continued to apply pressure to my legs and began to suck my cock. He moved around to the side a little, and I was able to touch his cock a little. I wanted him in my mouth -- I needed to taste him as he was tasting me. I pushed him to the head of the table and told him that I wanted him. He climbed up and assumed the 69 position above me. Both of us were enjoying sucking on each other's cocks, licking each other's thick mushroom heads, and just generally giving the best head we could.

I never thought this massage would be so good. I assumed I would get a little action. NEVER in my life did I think I would get fucked for the first time or be sucking his cock. I've always wanted to do it, but probably the biggest surprise to me was that I was going to make him cum, I was going to taste his cum, and yes......I did, and yes, I swallowed everything!

When I finished, I just said,

"THANK YOU, and we must do this again!"

This was the memory I just can't suppress. No matter how hard I try, I simply can't get this experience out of my mind.