Gay massage stories
Not long ago, I made a massage appointment at my health club, an overpriced institution with a cranky, late&#;s tennis legend as its spokesman. I didn&#;t check on the sex of the massage therapist. As a straight male, I somehow assumed-or maybe just hoped-that the receptionist would give me a female masseuse. My sexual preference, it turns out, was a moot point: My gym only suggestions male masseurs.
I discovered this as I walked into the petite, dimly lit massage room, where I met Hans, a elevated, well-built fortysomething who looked as if he owned a pair of leather chaps for weekend use. No problem, I mind, trying to keep positive. Hans seemed nice enough, and when he lit the candles and started the Enya CD (does the massage guild require all members to use the equal music?), I began to drift off into that semi-relaxed massage-induced state.
Massage therapy, once an indulgence of the country-club set, has become the Starbucks of the bodywork world. An estimated 35 million Americans spend roughly $3 billion annually on visits to massage practitioners, totaling 75 million visits each y
First experiences in same-sex attracted male massage
Below are two stories common by one of our clients and the founder of Touch of London, respectively. What connects them? New beginnings. In the first story, a client has his first massage experience. In the second one, a gay male massage agency comes into being.
First male lover massage experience
Told us by one of our clients, who prefers to remain anonymous. Would you like to disseminate your experience? Please write to us and let us know whether you are happy for your story to appear on site.
I had had massage before, of course. While on holidays, when recommended by my doctor after a bicycle accident, and just to relieve stress. The only difference was that I was massaged in a strictly clinical way, and often by a woman. This was going to be something entirely different…
I would not describe myself as socially relaxed in general, and discovery myself naked in a room with a handsome stranger was a pleasant prospect, of course&#;but also a daunting one. The first time I booked was even before I arrived in London. A approachable voice on the other end took
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After the rain: a male lover massage story
Below is a fictional gay massage story contributed by our scribe. It is written from the point of view of a gay masseur.
After the rain: a lgbtq+ massage story
It rained and rained, until I started to feel as if I had a moisture feature installed in my balcony. The soothing sound of rain I could get used to, but stepping outside was always a thoroughly miserable affair. I had recently acquired a sturdy new umbrella, but no amount of waterproofing could protect my light summer shoes from getting soggy with rainwater.
However, now the skies had cleared somewhat, and as I stepped indoors after returning from a bike ride, I was pleased to see that my feet remained perfectly drain. Placing my fabric trainers on the shoe rack, I dropped my gaze to my wristwatch: I had an hour. A whole, luxurious hour. Unbelievable.
The anticipation
Off went the sweat-soaked hoodie and t-shirt, and I flashed myself a cheesy grin in the bathroom mirror: hello, handsome. I had stepped up my game at the gym and it did show: my arm muscles were acquiring a great tone and th