r/eroticmalemassage

I’m curious about this as I think most guys do not openly admit if their feet are ticklish. I’ve talked to a couple of guys who admitted their feet are “deathly ticklish“ and they can’t let anyone touch their feet. Others are not ticklish at all. I’m focused on younger straight guys as the source of my curiosity perhaps because they are the least likely to want to discuss this. Lol

So, guys, any of have crazy, super ticklish feet? And do you tell people or keep it a secret?

I’m mostly straight and went to a Korean spa near my place with my girlfriend. We booked body scrubs and oil massages which are done separately in the wet areas. I was not expecting to be massaged and scrubbed so intimately.

I was a bit nervous going into the scrub having a man stand over me while I’m naked. So when the scrubber told me to lay down face up on the table, I started to get a boner and it was visible. He splashed warm water on me and started to scrub slowly and methodically over each finger, toe, arm, leg, which made me nervous that he would touch my boner which was pretty out of control. Sure enough when he got up my thighs he scrubbed my balls and taint, then put a hand behind my shaft and with the other hand did slow small scrubs up the length of it. He then told me to flip over and did my backside, also scrubbing in my crack over my hole.

After the scrub he took a bowl of oil and just started dousing me in oil. He worked up and down my legs and back and I started letting out involuntary moans since it felt so good on my back and ass which are always sore from working out. Don’t know what he thought of the moans but he started passing his forearm between my ass cheeks and then started working over my taint. I was afraid it was getting too inappropriate but didn’t say anything until I felt his finger circling my hole and then prodding into it a bit. That’s when I clenched up. He moved to the head of the table where my head was off the edge and to the side. As he worked on my traps, I felt warm fabric on my face and realized he was rubbing his boner through his briefs against my lips and cheek. I didn’t say or do anything because at this point I was turned on but didn’t want to escalate things.

He had me flip over again and started dumping oil all over my front. This whole time I have been so slippery with the amount of oil he was pouring on me. I could tell he was enjoying rubbing me as I am well built and fit, and he was playing with my nipples, passing over my abs, bumping my full cock around. It felt inappropriate for a guy with a gf but I was enjoying the experience so much I didn’t want it to stop. While he was working around my inner thighs, he suddenly slid a hand around the base of my cock, and the other splashed a handful of oil to the rest of my shaft and started stroking. I stopped him here as I didn’t want to go further. He then began washing all the oil off my body with soap and water, soaping my up all over my front, bumping my cock around again, and pulling back my foreskin to remove all the oil. Then he towelled me off, rubbing the towel through my crack, around my nuts all over my cock. Then he sent me back into the spa and I felt amazing but also like that had been a bit too intimate haha.

The scent of sandalwood and heavy musk clung to the air, thick enough to taste. I lay face down on the massage table, my forehead pressed into the padded cradle. For two months, my life had been a blur of spreadsheets, midnight conference calls, and a boss who viewed sleep as a weakness. My shoulders felt like they had been replaced by slabs of granite. The room was dim, lit only by a few amber candles that cast flickering, dancing shadows against the charcoal walls.

"You're carrying the weight of the world in your traps, Mark."

Julian's voice was a smooth, low drawl that seemed to vibrate through the table. I felt his hands—large, warm, and slick with oil—land on my shoulder blades. He didn't just touch; he gripped, his thumbs digging into the knots with a precision that made me groan into the face cradle.

"I didn't think it was this bad," I muttered, my voice muffled.

"Your muscles are screaming," Julian replied. "Just breathe. Let the room take you."

I tried to shut my brain off, but the image of my inbox kept flashing behind my eyelids. I'd always identified as straight—women were my lane, my comfort zone. But the exhaustion had stripped away my defenses, leaving me raw and desperate for any kind of release. Julian shifted his weight, his chest brushing against my back for a fleeting second. The heat of him seeped through the thin layer of oil on my skin.

He moved down my spine, his palms gliding in long, sweeping motions. As he reached the small of my back, his touch lingered. He didn't move past my hips immediately. Instead, his thumbs began to circle the top of my glutes, pressing firmly into the flesh.

"A lot of tension holds in the lower back and hips," Julian whispered, leaning closer. I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck. "You've been sitting in an office chair for far too long."

"Is that... part of the treatment?" I asked, my voice sounding thinner than I wanted.

"It's the deep tissue work," he murmured. "Unless you want me to stop?"

"No," I breathed. "Don't stop."

His hands didn't move away. They drifted lower, the oil making the friction seamless. He began to knead my buttocks, his fingers digging deep into the muscle, molding the flesh. It felt therapeutic, but there was an edge to it—a deliberate, rhythmic pressure that started to spark something dormant in my gut. He shifted his grip, his palms sliding inward, grazing the crease where my thighs met my ass. 

I shifted my hips instinctively, a small huff escaping me. Julian noticed. He didn't pull back; he leaned in, his voice a velvet rasp.

"You're reacting to this. Your body knows what it needs, even if your head is still at the office."

"I'm just... stressed," I lied, though the heat pooling in my groin suggested otherwise.

Julian's hand wandered further. He didn't go for the genitals yet; instead, he used the heel of his hand to apply a slow, grinding pressure right against my perineum, pushing upward. I gasped, my fingers gripping the edges of the table. The sensation was electric, a sharp jolt of pleasure that bypassed my brain and went straight to my nerves.

"Look at you," Julian whispered. "So tight. So wound up."

He slid his hand forward, slipping beneath the modesty towel. His fingers brushed against my cock, which had grown hard despite my confusion. He didn't grab it; he just traced the length of it with a single, oil-slicked finger, from the base to the leaking tip.

"I'm straight," I whispered, though it sounded more like a plea than a statement.

"Right now, you're just a man who needs to let go," Julian replied.

He began to stroke me, his grip firm and rhythmic. At the same time, his other hand returned to my backside, his fingers tracing the rim of my asshole. I shivered, a long, low tremor that raced up my spine. The contrast of the friction on my cock and the light, teasing pressure on my rear was overwhelming. He began to circle the opening, his fingertip dipping slightly into the tight muscle.

"You're so narrow," Julian murmured, his voice thick with approval. "I bet you've never had anyone here before."

"I haven't," I groaned, my head lolling to the side.

"Let me help you relax, Mark. Just a little bit more."

He pushed a lubricated finger inside. I jumped, a sharp intake of breath hissing through my teeth. It felt like a violation and a revelation all at once. The fullness was startling, a stretching sensation that made my toes curl. Julian didn't rush. He moved his finger in a slow, hooking motion, searching for the spot that would make me break.

"Fuck," I choked out. "What are you doing?"

"Opening you up," Julian whispered. "Giving you a different kind of release."

He added a second finger, stretching me further, his thumb continuing to rub my clit-like prostate through the wall of my rectum. The pleasure exploded, a white-hot flash that made my hips buck upward. I wasn't thinking about my boss or my deadlines anymore. I was thinking about the way Julian's hands felt, the smell of the oil, and the desperate, aching need to be closer to him.

I rolled over suddenly, the towel sliding to the floor. Julian was staring at me, his eyes dark, his own cock straining against the fabric of his massage pants. He looked hungry.

"You want more," Julian stated. It wasn't a question.

"I want... I don't know what I want," I panted, my chest heaving.

"I think you do."

Julian shifted, sliding his pants down in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free—thick, vein-ribbed, and glistening with pre-cum. It was larger than I expected, a heavy piece of meat that looked intimidating in the dim light. The sight of it sent a surge of adrenaline through me. The passivity of the massage was gone. I felt a sudden, aggressive urge to take control, to flip the script.

I reached out, grabbing Julian by the waist and pulling him toward me. I flipped him over with a sudden burst of strength, pinning him face down on the table where I had just been lying.

"My turn," I growled.

Julian let out a sharp, surprised laugh that turned into a moan as I pressed my chest against his back. I could feel his heart racing through his shoulder blades. I reached for the bottle of massage oil on the side table, pouring a generous amount over my own cock and then liberally over Julian's puckered entrance.

"You're bold when you're horny," Julian gasped, his face pressed into the cradle.

"Shut up," I muttered, my voice husky.

I positioned myself behind him, the head of my cock brushing against his oiled hole. I paused for a second, the reality of what I was doing hitting me. This was new. This was wrong. And it felt fucking incredible. I pushed forward, slowly at first.

The resistance was immediate. Julian let out a choked sound, his muscles clenching around me. I felt the tight ring of his sphincter fighting against my girth.

"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, the friction sending sparks through my nerves.

"Just... push through it," Julian urged, his voice strained. "I want it."

I braced my hands on his hips, digging my fingers into his skin to steady myself. I gave a hard, determined shove. With a wet, squelching sound, I slid halfway in. The sensation was suffocatingly tight, a hot, gripping vice that threatened to make me cum right then and there. I stopped, allowing us both to breathe. I could hear the air being pushed out of Julian's lungs in a long, shaky exhale.

"You okay?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Don't stop," he hissed. "Go deeper."

I pushed the rest of the way in, burying my length deep inside him. A loud, wet shlick echoed in the quiet room. Julian let out a loud, guttural cry, his back arching. I stayed still for a moment, feeling the internal pulses of his body trying to accommodate me. The heat was intense, a clenching, sliding warmth that felt more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced.

I began to move, pulling back until I was almost out before slamming back in. The sound was rhythmic and vulgar—the slap of my balls against his cheeks, the squelch of oil and fluids mixing. 

"Oh god," Julian moaned, his voice breaking. "Yes, right there."

I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming more frantic. I wasn't the stressed-out executive anymore; I was just a creature of instinct. I watched the way Julian's muscles rippled under the amber light, the way his ass jiggled with every impact. I reached around, grabbing his nipples and twisting them, adding to the sensory overload.

"You like this, don't you?" I panted, my breath hot against his ear. "The straight guy fucking you raw?"

"I love it," Julian sobbed, his head thrashing in the cradle. "Fuck me harder, Mark! Break me!"

The request acted like a trigger. I gripped his hips tighter, my knuckles turning white, and began to hammer into him. Each thrust felt deeper, hitting his prostate with a precision that made him scream. The friction was building, the heat intensifying until it felt like we were both on fire. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip, lubricating the shaft even further, making the sliding motions faster and wetter.

Julian's breathing became erratic, short, sharp gasps. He began to reach down, rubbing his own cock frantically. I could see the tension in his legs, the way his toes clawed at the table.

"I'm close," Julian gasped. "I'm so close!"

"Me too," I groaned, my teeth gritted.

The pace became blurred, a whirlwind of skin, oil, and noise. The sound of our bodies colliding—the wet, slapping thuds—filled the room. I felt the first wave of the orgasm hit me, a tightening in my gut that signaled the end. I delivered three more powerful, deep thrusts, burying myself to the hilt, feeling Julian's internal muscles squeeze me in a desperate, rhythmic grip.

"Now!" Julian screamed.

I let out a low, animalistic roar as I came. The sensation was explosive, a torrent of heat flooding into him. I felt my cock pulse violently, spraying load after load of seed deep inside his rectum. At the same moment, Julian let out a final, shuddering cry and erupted, his cum splattering across the massage table and the face cradle.

We collapsed together, a heap of sweating, oiled limbs. I stayed inside him for a long time, feeling the slow ebb of the pleasure and the heavy, grounding weight of exhaustion—the good kind this time. The silence of the room returned, broken only by our synchronized, ragged breathing.

I slowly pulled out, the sound a wet, suctioning pop. I looked down at Julian, who was still face down, his body trembling slightly. I felt a strange sense of clarity, a shedding of the skin I'd worn for the last two months.

"So," Julian whispered, his voice barely audible. "Still straight?"

I let out a short, breathless laugh and kissed the back of his neck, tasting the salt and the sandalwood.

"I think I'm just really, really relaxed now," I replied.

A former co-worker, he left the company a couple years ago, now has his own business offering massage, waxing treatments, facials, etc. He advertises on RM and approximately 80% of his pictures are of his torso in his underwear including a couple pictures of him in a leather jock, a cock pic, a pic of his cock resting on a "clients" face, a couple face shots and a couple pictures of his studio. For a while he had a picture of a massage guy with three or four phallic like attachments meant for specific areas of the body. While we worked together it was only for a couple hours a day as our shift overlapped. I knew he was gay and he knew that I was gay. I find him attractive but I have no idea what he thinks of me. If I had to rate him I would rate him higher than me. We would joke around at work and maybe even do some subtle flirting but that is hard to tell sometimes with gay men joking about sex and being catty. He obviously offers "sensual" massages as well as other services. I would love to get a massage from him, I hear he is actually good at it, and if it goes further all the better. I've reached out to him to see how business is doing and mentioned that I need to make an appointment and come it. He responded positively along with a list of his legit services. If I end up making an appointment should I strip down completely or leave my underwear on? Should I specify that I want a sensual/erotic massage or simply say massage? Should I give him some hints while on the table or just wait and see. He knows that I am married but he doesn't know that we are open in these situations. I have no idea what his relationship status is nor do I care.

I have been hard all afternoon just thinking about my massage Friday. I arrive at his house. Get naked. He gets naked and it doesn’t take long for a hard dick to brush up against my side and hand. Then I big dick by the head makes me immediately turn and suck. Must continue with the massage. Turn over full erection. He fingers my ass and jerks me off. Cum everywhere. Cleans up and finishes. It is perfect. My question is this : I have never asked I him if it makes him uncomfortable? I mean it’s safe to say he enjoys it too. It has gone on for months right!? I am going to ask this time. And also see if he has any fantasies that I can provide for him. Would love for him to jump up on the table and just have at it. I think I’ll mention that too !!

It’s been many years since I’ve had a gay friendly massage that had some mutual erotic extras. I’d really like to find a masseur for a massage but would love to have some extra fun. Is there any special way to ask these days? I’ve looked on massagefider and rentamasseur but no one lists the fun stuff obviously. lol

After a few months of seeing my (gay) barber, he let me know he does massages too. I’m a married, bi man and love massages from men or women but have never had anything erotic.

Sean splits a private space with another barber where he cuts hair and does massages on the side when he’s not at the barbershop I go to. This means he has a little 10x10 room that’s private in this building and does massages later in the evening. He isn’t certified but rates were pretty cheap so thought I should give it a try.

He had mentioned the massages a few times before I got the courage to book with him. When I show up, the entire building was empty and he brought me into the room. He left while I undressed and that’s when I noticed the only cover up was basically a hand towel that barely covered my ass. This had me thinking things might get a little spicy….

The first half of the massage was face down and was pretty typical deep tissue on my back but with plenty of glute and inner thigh work. He also did quite a bit of stretching that essentially made me fully exposed and had my legs resting on him in various places on his body. All of this felt great and he wasn’t overly sexual but he wasn’t shy about grazing my balls, taint and dick that was pointing down. I was trying to let him know with my body language that I was responding positively to that touch.

When he flipped me over I was fully hard and the towel wasn’t really doing much covering at that point at all. He worked my chest and then moved down to my legs. He continued to give long strokes, and subtle touching to my raging hard cock and balls. At some point, I found myself caressing his leg as he was working my thighs. I was so ready for a release but still wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to cross that line or not but I wouldn’t have stopped him. He finally wrapped things up was asking me how I enjoyed things while he watched me get dressed. I let him know it was really good and I had a good time.

Maybe this is as far as these sessions will go? I’m not really sure but I just loved the erotic touching even without going any further. I haven’t been back for another massage but intend to. Could I be more explicit that I am open to playing around? Since he’s not exactly a professional and does this on the side, that might not be in the cards. But I definitely got some signals it was going in that direction.

I have my first haircut since the massage tomorrow, will be interesting to see if the dynamic feels any different now that he’s seen me naked and hard on his table

Seems pretty self explanatory but can you guys who have experienced it go into more detail of what it is exactly? Does such close contact mean there’s a greater chance of going further with the masseur? There’s a provider on RM offering this and I’d like to know a bit more about it before booking. 🙏

Hey All, I just wanted to ask for some ideas. Me and my partner have been seeing this masseur for almost 3 years now. He gives legit massage and gives us a happy ending. My partner usually goes first then I go afterwards.

The massage starts from the feet to the legs then to the back, shoulders and arms. He then asks me to turnover and does my legs again then chest. After this, he gives the HE. He plays with my cock then lets me suck his cock on a 69 position until I cum.

I’m happy about this but curious what else could be done differently to elevate the experience. My problem is that I’m quite sensitive so I cum easily. 🙈

I would say I’m getting a bit bored of how this usually goes and I’m just looking for some ideas to change things up.

A couple years ago I found a massage therapist through a referral who would let me go without a drape. I was hoping for more, but I would have been satisfied with just going nude.

I texted the massage therapist one day during my workout because I was having some back issues flare up again. He agreed that I could go nude for the massage.

When I got to his place, he greeted me wearing shorts only and with a hug, which I didn't expect but enjoyed because I can be touch starved. Inside, I undresses while we discussed areas I wanted him to focus on, like lower back and shoulder issues I was having, again from lifting. Then I laid on the table with my cock pointing down.

He started working on me and he spend a fair amount of time on my glutes, which I have found legit female massage therapist shy away from. His fingers were getting deep into my crack and brushing my hole. It was just the right amount of touch to make me wonder if he had done it on purpose or was he just doing his job and was comfortable with the male body.

I was nervous so I didn't get hard while I was on my stomach but I loved how he got closer and closer to my ass hole and brushes against my cock and balls as he massaged my glutes and inner thighs.

When I flipped over he massages me like normal, but when he got to my thighs he would brush my cock, again just enough to make me wonder if it was accidental or purposeful. At the same time, my hand would brush against his shorts and I could feel his flaccid cock.

Towards the end of the massage he moved to my head and massages down my chest to my stomach and around my cock and to my thighs. I kept wondering if he was going to pull out his cock and put it in my mouth or if he was going take my growing cock in his mouth. He did but teased a few more times until it was fully erect.

He moved to my side and asked if I wanted to release. I agreed and he started to stroke my uncut cock. He pulled his shorts off and let me stroke him. He played with my nipples while he jacked me. He started to encourage me to cum and started leak precum. "Fuck yeah," he said as I started shooting cum all over my stomach and chest.

He gave me a towel to clean up. We hugged again as I left. I've been back a couple more times and each one is just as good. Next time I want to suck his cock.

Throwaway account... Over the last two months I've been to this massage therapist at this Thai place 4 times. I didn't go in expecting anything special, but the first massage, he grazed my balls twice while he was massaging my thighs and I was on my stomach. Then when I flipped, he did this move where he massages from my chest down to my abs and he grazed the tip of my dick. He did this two or three times.

Every time I've seen him he does the ball and tip grazing. Even seems like he's doing it a little more. He also massages my bare ass (only uncovering one cheek at a time) and massages right next to my dick but over the sheet.

The last two times he's started stretching my arm out to massage it and places my fingers on his bare thighs (he's wearing shorts).

The last time I was there I "accidentally let my dick slip out of the drape while moving but he just covered it up (granted, we were at the very end of the massage).

I ooze precum the while time (I'm sure he sees it or has felt it) but I find it difficult to stay hard long enough for him to notice (I think I'm nervous).

Anyway, am I reading this correctly that he may be interested in jerking me off? Am i doing enough to show my interest?

I connected with this guy on Reddit in NorCal. We lost contact and I am bummed, but I have to share this experience.

He was offering free massages at his place and I reached out. I am more curious but really love the sensation of prostate massage. I (taller athletic build) went to his place. He was an older salt and pepper daddy type and really nice. After we greeted each other he led me downstairs to a den area with a couch and massage table in the middle of the room with some light music already playing. I was slightly nervous at first being led into a basement with a stranger, but when we got down there he eased my nerves with a big hug. I returned the embrace and I could feel him start to press his hips into mine and I could feel his hard cock through his shorts starting to swipe against my growing erection. 

This was the first time I felt myself getting turned on while hugging another guy. He asked me to turn around and then started massaging my shoulders while keeping his hips pressed into my backside. He then made his way from my shoulders to my biceps, to my chest and then finally worked his way past my abs. He then gently grabbed my hard dick that was at full attention through my shorts. 

"Are you ready for the massage?" he whispered in my ear while slowly stroking my dick through my shorts. 

"Absolutely," I replied.

I took off all my clothes and laid down on the table face down. He then started giving me a great massage working on my upper body. He then would slowly work his way down and start to tease my hole. He would slide his forearm between my cheeks and graze my cock with his hand. He made a few more passes like that before he started to move down and work on my legs. As he rotated to start working on my lower body I heard a slight rustling but didn't think much of it. He started working on my right leg starting at my calf, moving up to my hamstring, and then getting to my glute. 
When he got to my glute I could feel his exposed cock slide across my hand as he spread my cheeks apart to play with my hole. He lubed his hand up and slowly started circling my hole with his finger while I started to grip his cock in my hand. I don't play with my hole at all so it was really tight as he slowly started to work his finger inside me. He took his time easing in slowly working deeper. He then switched sides and proceeded to work on my left side. Once he got to my hole this time he was able to slide his finger in much easier and it felt so good. He slowly worked my hole deeper this time while I started to stroke his cock. he then switched from his finger to pressing his thumb inside me which felt so much thicker inside my tight hole.

It hurt a little bit and took some getting used to as he slowly stroked his thumb inside me deeper and deeper. 

"does this feel good" he asked

"yes" I slightly whimpered. 

He then asked me to turn over and I could see him rock hard with a cockring on. He then grabbed one of my legs and held it out to the side stretching my hamstring. As he started to give it a deeper stretch he started fondling my balls and then slid his finger back into my hole. the deeper he stretched my leg, the further he pressed his finger in my hole. I felt exposed and vulnerable but so turned on at the same time. After he stretched the other side he then asked me to hold both of my legs open and he slid his thumb back in my ass and started stroking my cock. This combination sent me over the edge and I came harder than I ever have. kept milking me until I was finished and then he started stroking his cock until he came. 

He went and got a rag so I could clean up and get dressed again. I met up with him a couple more times but I never actually got his number only through Reddit. If you are in NorCal and provide massages hit me up haha I need to experience again. 

Here's a link to my previous post: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticmalemassage/comments/1ux6gcj/another_update_i_think_its_progress/

Oh well. I guess it was all in my head. Nothing happened :( I mean, as always, I had a fantastic 90 minute massage. But there was no resting a dick in my hand, no sliding up too far into my thigh crease, no funny business at all. Just a great therapeutic massage. I promise to keep letting you all know if there's any exciting updates (going back again in a month - I've decided to make monthly massages my luxury treat to myself). Until then, I'll live vicariously through all of you guys and all the amazing videos that are so easy to find online and dream about!

I wasn't going to post this, but it's too hot not to share. A little backstory first. About a year ago, I (62M) found a masseur giving Nuru massages on RM. I enjoyed the experience and the masseur, enough so I booked another session a few months later. The day of that session, I texted to confirm and got no response. I made the 20-minute drive anyway, and when I got the house someone else answered the door. They didn't seem to know the 'name' of the masseur I was there to see. Needless to say, I was highly embarrassed and left. The masseur called me later and said he overslept (the massage was scheduled for 11 am). I never contacted him again. Shortly after, I reached out to a different Nuru masseur and scheduled an appointment. Day of, I text to confirm and he replies that he is not feeling well and can we reschedule. I was disappointed but of course.

That brings us to last week. I finally contacted the second guy again and we set up the appointment. Again, day of, about 2 hours before, he's not feeling well and asks to reschedule. I'm willing to give him a second (third) chance, because I really want to see him. We reschedule for the next day. He tells me what part of town he's in and I have a sneaking suspicion I know where he is. When he does give me the address, yep, same as the first masseur. I know it's a different guy and I'm willing to give him a clean slate. Turns out they are roommates. Not sure if it's more than that, I didn't ask.

He greets me at the door, and yeah he's cuter than his pictures on RM. We go to the massage room and he stands there while I undress. He takes off his shirt and hugs me, I'm already getting hard. I lay face down on the table, he gets naked and climbs on top of me. He is on the table, and me, the entire massage. Frequently during a massage I'll get into my head, thinking about what he's doing, writing a review, writing this story. With him, my mind went blank. He gave me soft kisses on my neck. He used his entire body on my back, and I felt his hard cock against my legs and ass. He massaged my hole with the tip of his cock, his fingers, and his knee; no penetration. He also played with my balls and even shoved his knee against them. I was pinned down on the table and only able to touch his hairy legs.

Finally, it's time to turn over. He strokes his hard cock with mine, then leans down and we start kissing. We go on kissing and him rubbing against me for what felt like forever. He asks me if I want to move to the bed for more room. Of course, I said yes.

At this point, the massage portion of the program is over. We start making out while he strokes me. He kneels by my head and takes my cock in his mouth, and I return the favor. We go between sucking each other and kissing. He straddles my head while he strokes me, I lean up and start rimming him. He is moaning as I eat his ass, and eventually he comes on my chest. His balls and cock lay across my face as he strokes me to completion. I'm old with prostate issues, so I hadn't jerked off for a week. I had the most intense and longest orgasm I've had in years.

Glad I gave him a third chance; I will be seeing him regularly.

35M here I went for a sports massage for the first time from a legit Thai massage place with a male masseur. They gave me disposable underwear. When he was working on my back glutes and thighs I found myself leaking a lot of precum when hard and soft. The lower sheet and the top sheet had wet patches. Is this normal?

hey - i was at a hotel last year and wanted to have a massage due to working out a lot end feeling tense! i booked a 60 min relaxing massage - when i got in the masseur asked me which body parts he should work on - and i told him - mostly my arms and back. in addition to that he said thats no a good idea because it would be too long for 60 minutes and die to his experience in physiology he will do full body.

so i got a small thin rippable underwear from him, i changed, layed on my stomach and the massage started - it was really great - he massaged my back, shoulders and arms and it felt great. he continued with the back site of the legs - he started wirh one side - so he layed the towel aside and ripped the underwear a little so he could continue - but for my opinion he was so close to to my inner thigh an glutes to be a professional massage - i got rockhard instantly while he continued - i mean it felt great so i did not complain - he did the same on the oder leg an the underwear he gave was nearly ripped apart - i dont know how much he could see

after that i turned around and he continued on the front of me legs - he just layed the towel over my privat parts and started to massage my left leg - i was full of precum already and tried to relax as best as i could - but i used a lot of pressure on my legs and especially on the inside of the thigh - he went up really high - i was so aroused at that moment - then he switched legs and it was to much as he went up my right leg - i cum in the little underwear and towel - and was prentending that he hit a painful point in my leg - he asked if i was biking or hiking a lot - i told him yes and he continued with less pressure

at the end he finished off the massage with my upper body and stomach - he went really near the groin at that moment - so do you think he wanted to arouse me in a way or was attracted? and do you think he noticed? thanks

The other day I booked a massage at a local men’s day spa. Although it was a men’s spa, I wasn’t expecting any extras given that it is kind of fancy and mainly does skin care.

I meet the masseur, a handsome guy with a nice beard. He is wearing typical spa attire with black scrubs adorned with the spa logo. He instructs me to undress and lay face down asking if I want a drape. I decline the drape and get myself situated, dick pointing down of course. There was a nice classical music mix playing and I quickly relaxed.

He started on my back and neck going deep to work out some knots. He then massaged my scalp which was really nice. He then moved to the side of the table working my back and digging in again on a tight spot in my lower back.

Next came the glutes where he used his knuckles and elbow to go deep, but staying on the tops and sides of my glutes. He then worked my thighs and I felt his pants brush against my hand. It was just his thigh and not his junk, but it made start to wonder.

As he worked my thighs, he spent a nice amount of time on the inner thighs but didn’t graze my balls or dick, but did massage that spot where the glutes meet the thighs. Then onto the calves and finally a nice foot massage which was even more relaxing given “Fur Elise “ playing softly.

Time to flip over and I did proudly displaying my erect penis. He started with a face massage and then chest. He massaged my pecs, but no nipple play. Next he went to my left arm. After lifting it up to work on my biceps and triceps, he lowered it to work on my forearm. When he did that, he placed my hand on the bulge in his scrubs. I gently squeezed his hardening member as he finished my forearm.

After that, he leaned down and whispered in my ear “Can I blow you?”

“Yes you can!”

He then spread my legs apart, moved down to the end of the table and climbed between my legs, gently kissing and nibbling his way to my dick. He started by licking my taint which is my weakness especially as I have a piercing there. He then licked my balls and then up my shaft. He swallowed me whole and after about three minutes of sucking and caressing I finally blew my load down his throat trying my best not to make lots of noise. He kissed the head of my dick and got off the table. He then placed a warm towel on my dick and finished the massage.

It was heavenly.

I decided to try a new masseur this weekend. It was a last minute decision while running errands in the city and since I had jerked off the day before, I wasn't totally in need of erotic servicing.

He was probably in his early 70's, gay, and had a small private studio in a commercial building. I knew it probably wasn't going to be erotic when he draped me. I told him I needed leg and glute work and he did a great job in both regards. He even got into my groin where the legs and balls meet, which most therapists avoid to keep it professional. I moaned when he got in there deep and he said, "Is that a good spot?" "Yes, definitely!" I replied. For a second I thought "ok, maybe?"

When he flipped me over he draped me again. "ok, maybe not?" He told me about his "Energy Healing" and how he would spend some time at the end of the session to show me how it works. I asked if this energy healing could help someone experiencing difficulty with erections. He told me about a client for whom he does work on his second chakra to help restore his erections and that we could try it.

When the session was about to wrap up he placed his hands on my lower abdomen and held them there for about two or three minutes. He looked like he was meditating while he did this. Then he lifted the drape and said, "And now I'm going to give energy to your balls." He reached between my legs and gathered up both of my hot, loosely hanging testicles and cupped them in his warm oiled hand for another two minutes. Completely still.

I felt absolutely nothing.

And then just like that he said, "And that's our time for today!" and the session was over.

Granted I'm not experienced in chakras or any of that kind of stuff but I feel like I would have benefited more from a good ol' gentle testicular massage. Obviously touching a man's balls is not typical of "professional" bodywork. So to me it seems odd that - as two gay men - that the line would be drawn at merely cupping the testes.

I kind of wanted to ask if it would be ok if I could take a minute to jerk off but he quickly left the room to wash his hands.

So normally I frequent a chain place. I've been massaged by most of the guys there with no indication they're interested in anything more. Well last month I had to reschedule last minute and ended up with someone I haven't tried before. He does an amazing massage, but as hes doing my legs he spends a lot of time working on my inner thighs, which of course is like an erection button for me. But even being hard as a rock he keeps going back to my inner thighs, getting closer and closer until he eventually starts grazing my cock and balls. Nothing more happened, but after the massage he gives me his card and says thats his last day there, but hes opening up his own place and told me I should come by.

I travel for work, so I immediately make an appointment for the next time I'll be home. Over those couple weeks I couldnt tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about the next massage, and let me tell you he didn't disappoint. He met me outside his studio, which is a shared place for a couple massage therapists and barbers and hair stylists. Theres a few people working in the front and he brings me to a room in the back, tells me he's happy to see me again, and we have a normal discussion on what I want him to work on. He leaves, I strip down, and get on the table face down under the blanket.

He comes back and does some amazing work on my back, touching my butt a bit but nothing out of the ordinary. Eventually he covers up my back and uncovers my leg and starts working on that. He starts working higher and higher until hes eventually working my but a little, then goes down and starts working my inner thighs, occasionally grazing my balls and eventual my cock once or twice. After doing both legs like that he has me flip over where he can finally see how hard hes got me. From there he works my scalp, arms, back, and chest until finally uncovering my legs one at a time again. He starts at my feet but eventually gets up to my thighs again where he spends a lot of time which gets me pretty hard again. My dick is covered up, but he starts sliding his arm up my leg until his forearm is right in my groin, resting against my hard cock with just the thin sheet separating us. He does that a few more times, and then does this move where hes doing circles with his forearm on my thigh with his hand above my cock, lightly touching it through the sheet. At this point hes done everything but flat out grabbed my cock. He does the same thing on the other leg and finally tells me our 90 minutes is up.

I get dressed and pay him and he askes if I want to book another appointment, which I tell him I'll do online once I know when I'll be home again. I haven't booked yet but will definitely be booking on a week day where we'll hopefully have the whole building to ourselves. I love the build up and teasing, so I won't be too disappointed if its still a couple massages before he hopefully finally grabs my dick, and I'll have some good jerk off material until then.