Gay massage story

Curiosity is a powerful feeling. Many straight men have wondered what it would be like to receive a professional massage from a gay masseur—without knowing exactly what to expect. Questions, doubts, and even fears can arise: Will it feel different? Is it truly professional?

Below is a fictional gay massage story contributed by our writer. It is written from the point of view of a gay masseur. It rained and rained, until I started to feel as if I had a water feature installed in my balcony. The soothing sound of rain I could get used to, but stepping outside was always a thoroughly miserable affair.

Below are two stories shared 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.

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 offers male masseurs. You can opt out anytime. I discovered this as I walked into the small, dimly lit massage room, where I met Hans, a tall, well-built fortysomething who looked as if he owned a pair of leather chaps for weekend use.