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I’ve always been attracted to women never had an experience with another guy – although I had thought about it. But that changed during my time in boot camp after joining the Marines. It was a wise choice. The masseur, a serious man of few words, was beefy and confident. Over the course of the hour, he found ways to unknot nearly every nerve and muscle in my body. When he finished, he helped me off the table, my muscles almost like jelly. Relaxed? I had never in my life felt so loose. And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, embarrassing about it. It was a few days just before Thanksgiving and everyone had left campus to go home for the holiday, except for me and two other guys staying in the dorms. 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. I had begun the climb in the dark of early morning, to make and clear the peak before the usual afternoon thunderstorms, and had returned in late afternoon. I decided to stay the night at a nearby rustic lodge that featured hot springs.

We both showered while having small talk. After coming out, we both again stood completely naked while drying our bodies and applying the moisturizers. A few years later, in Chicago for a design-industry conference, I saw that the fitness center in my hotel offered massage services. I could charge one to my bill and add it to my expense account. Great. I called for an appointment. The only time that worked was 6 a.m., two mornings later. “Too damn early,” I said, then reconsidered. “I’ll take it.” 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. At the end of what his normal massage I was used to him saying something like "I hope you enjoyed the massage" but instead he began to run his fingers gently down my body from the top of my chest down to my toes. He did this several times. I began to moan, and managed to say "You're teasing me." He looked me in the eyes and gently said "Yes, I am". Then he suddenly pulled me up and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.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 was the first time I had ever experienced something with another guy. It was also my last but I don’t regret it.” When summer was over, he got transferred to another building. Not going to say I didn’t enjoy it and I know he liked it too.” 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.

The next thing I knew he was traveling down to the foot of the table, I looked up just in time to see him remove his shirt and turn towards me. My masseur was now totally naked. I noticed how smooth and tan his body was and wondered if he shaved, or was naturally hairless? Either way, this man had one hot body. I had never been interested in Men at all outside of watching porn and loving BBC porn. But I think that was more around contrast than desire. For the remainder of the school year, we hooked up A LOT in various places. Oddly enough, we stayed in touch after graduation and still talk to this day. But we never discuss our senior year in school. Is that how bromances work?” After a couples weeks of hard labor, heavy lifting, this and that, well my body wasn't ready for that type of torture. Guess you can say that I became soft being so focused on the business side of things that the heaviest thing I had to lift was a pen. My body defiantly was feeling the strain. I needed a massage to relieve the knots and kinks. However I had no idea where I could find a masseur in this small town. Sure we had Asian massage parlors but I think they are a front for prostitution, not sure why I feel that way. Sanju was an expert. He knew all pressure points and soon I was beginning to relax. He followed the typical masseurs routine of massaging toes of each foot alternately.

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Just before we left, he stopped by our camp and said he’d be visiting Chicago the next weekend. When I gave him my number, I knew exactly what I was doing.

Anyway, I was going through another lull in sexual terms scoping out what my next experience was going to be. To add to this, I was now working from home, so I had more time on my hands to investigate, trawl the web and look for new and exciting sexual practises. I guess that is why I let this random guy do his thing on me. Yeah, it was cool. Not sure I would do it again but at least I can say I had a first gay experience.” 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. 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.About a month ago, I went for a marriage of my of my relatives. It was a destination wedding at a large resort. The resort also had a nice spa. With his strong assuring voice, I could only comply with his guidance. I opened my legs wider so that he can get more surface area of stroking.