i receive private messages and comments from men saying they wish they had experiences like I have had. I often hear how lucky I am. Yes, I do feel lucky, but I also feel like I have created the opportunities to get lucky. I put myself out there and take risks and chances a lot of people don't take so I get to enjoy some fun times because of it. I share the experiences I believe you will enjoy hearing, but I have had some not so good experiences, too. Here is one example.
I was researching masseurs so I could schedule an erotic massage while on a business trip. After going through quite a few ads I finally found one that looked perfect. He had time available so I made an appointment. This was about 10 years ago so I don't remember all of the details, but his ad was something like this.
Handsome, well-built jock will rub you the right way. I am trained in various types of massage and you can choose any one of them or a combination. I have a clean, professional studio. Following the massage we can do anything two consenting adults may want to do with each other. I am extremely well endowed and enjoy giving or receiving. Let's do it!" There was a photo of a reasonably good looking guy from the chest up.
I show up for my appointment and find a somewhat dilapidated house. When the door opens a guy who was about 20 years older than the photo said hello. I asked if Jerry was there and he told me he was Jerry. This was not starting well. Obviously the photo I had seen of a younger guy with a thick head of hair was outdated. The "well-built jock" had a big belly and looked like the most athletic he might be is to watch sports on TV with a 6 pack of beer and a few bags of chips.
I should have left, but wanted a massage so I followed him into his "clean, professional studio" which was a dingy, dirty looking bedroom without a massage table. He said I should go ahead and undress. Typically a masseur leaves for a minute to give you some privacy. I am not modest so I don't really care about the privacy, but this guy just stared at me and looked like he could drool. I could also see from his need to adjust himself he was getting hard as he watched me strip.
After I was nude he got undressed. His "jock" body looked even worse than I imagined it would and when his briefs came down this "extremely well endowed" guy was around 5" fully erect. I would be completely OK with that, but I do not like people being deceitful when they tell about themselves. When he finished undressing he stood by me and said, "You are hung even more huge than me." By then he was leaking pre-cum so I began to wonder if he was even accustomed to seeing naked guys.
His massage technique was mediocre at best. I had scheduled a 90 minute session. After no more than 10 minutes on my stomach he asked me to roll over. Rather than massage the rest of my body, he went right for my cock. By then he was acting like a total pervert and there was nothing erotic or sensual about any part of it. I was mad at myself for not leaving immediately. I normally get a hardon pretty quickly in those situations and this guy was such a turn off my dick was still a limp noodle.
I stopped him and told him I was ready to leave and explained every way he had lied about himself. He did not deserve to be paid, but I left about 1/3 of the full amount and got dressed and left. It was very disappointing.
Back in my hotel room i tried to put that horrible incident out of my mind. I took a long shower to wash away the lingering memory of how awful it was. I jacked off thinking about a guy at my gym who is like a wet dream come to life. I imagined myself fucking his firm ass and sucking his cute cock. I edged a few times and finally shot my load. It was not the evening I had hoped for, but I made the most of it.
I was researching masseurs so I could schedule an erotic massage while on a business trip. After going through quite a few ads I finally found one that looked perfect. He had time available so I made an appointment. This was about 10 years ago so I don't remember all of the details, but his ad was something like this.
Handsome, well-built jock will rub you the right way. I am trained in various types of massage and you can choose any one of them or a combination. I have a clean, professional studio. Following the massage we can do anything two consenting adults may want to do with each other. I am extremely well endowed and enjoy giving or receiving. Let's do it!" There was a photo of a reasonably good looking guy from the chest up.
I show up for my appointment and find a somewhat dilapidated house. When the door opens a guy who was about 20 years older than the photo said hello. I asked if Jerry was there and he told me he was Jerry. This was not starting well. Obviously the photo I had seen of a younger guy with a thick head of hair was outdated. The "well-built jock" had a big belly and looked like the most athletic he might be is to watch sports on TV with a 6 pack of beer and a few bags of chips.
I should have left, but wanted a massage so I followed him into his "clean, professional studio" which was a dingy, dirty looking bedroom without a massage table. He said I should go ahead and undress. Typically a masseur leaves for a minute to give you some privacy. I am not modest so I don't really care about the privacy, but this guy just stared at me and looked like he could drool. I could also see from his need to adjust himself he was getting hard as he watched me strip.
After I was nude he got undressed. His "jock" body looked even worse than I imagined it would and when his briefs came down this "extremely well endowed" guy was around 5" fully erect. I would be completely OK with that, but I do not like people being deceitful when they tell about themselves. When he finished undressing he stood by me and said, "You are hung even more huge than me." By then he was leaking pre-cum so I began to wonder if he was even accustomed to seeing naked guys.
His massage technique was mediocre at best. I had scheduled a 90 minute session. After no more than 10 minutes on my stomach he asked me to roll over. Rather than massage the rest of my body, he went right for my cock. By then he was acting like a total pervert and there was nothing erotic or sensual about any part of it. I was mad at myself for not leaving immediately. I normally get a hardon pretty quickly in those situations and this guy was such a turn off my dick was still a limp noodle.
I stopped him and told him I was ready to leave and explained every way he had lied about himself. He did not deserve to be paid, but I left about 1/3 of the full amount and got dressed and left. It was very disappointing.
Back in my hotel room i tried to put that horrible incident out of my mind. I took a long shower to wash away the lingering memory of how awful it was. I jacked off thinking about a guy at my gym who is like a wet dream come to life. I imagined myself fucking his firm ass and sucking his cute cock. I edged a few times and finally shot my load. It was not the evening I had hoped for, but I made the most of it.