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A man messaged me on the app and said hi and everything. He said that he is gay and has a long term partner. He asked I'd be interested in a 3 some. I replied with oh that's up front lol bit I said I respect the straight forwardness. And said I am Interested. So we exchanged numbers. He sent me his address. I went over. Was a 10 minute drive.

He knew he had me right where he wanted me—hard and desperate. I hissed, watching his hand work my length. His thumb spread the bead of precome around my crown, making me buck like a damn virgin. My body was taut, muscles clenched. "This doesn't make me gay," I told him sharply. "Right, because getting off to a guy's touch definitely doesn't make you gay," Liam muttered, rolling his eyes but never breaking rhythm. "I'm not gay," I gritted out, hips pumping into his tight grip. "You can touch a guy's dick without being fucking homo."

TOBY It looks like any other sauna: wooden walls, benches along the sides, and a big heater in the middle with hot stones on top, pouring clouds of steam into the room. The only thing that sets it apart is the two guys in the corner, naked, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. They pay us no attention as we walk in. Diesel and I keep our towels on and sit down on the opposite side of where the action is happening. “Shit, Tobs, this place is wild, huh? Never knew there were so many gays in this city.” Diesel does his best to keep it low, but with a voice like his, it’s pointless.

Definitely not something normal. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. I’d seen it before. Somewhere. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Curious. I opened G****e, and held the camera over it. The search results loaded fast. My stomach dropped like a rock. Prostate massager. Male anal stimulator. Gay sex toy. The images matched perfectly. My mouth went dry. I knew exactly where I’d seen one like this—Maddox’s sex toy shop, that one time Jenna, my dead best friend dragged me in there to try out something new.

I’d brushed him off, hauled Leon up to the penthouse suite, and told Damian to forget he saw anything. This place is the biggest gay club in the city; they provide “specialized” services for people with money, so no one asked questions. I gave him some fever reducers and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his chest rise and fall. I was actually going to call it a night. I know it might sound unbelievable, given what I was currently doing to him. But I was actually going to be the “good guy” for once.

Well, there's nothing he hasn't seen anyway and it was the same for me. A male then walked in to give us the massage. Two actually. The spa was so amazing, the men were well trained and were never sexual with their clients. They never even thought in that direction, they just did their jobs. So it was perfectly normal and I've become so corrupt to mind, but I could tell Ryan hated whatever was happening. Before he would complain, I frowned at him. Surprisingly, he kept mute and got on his bed to begin his massage instead of starting another scene as usual.

Every session afterward, they're working naked together. Holding her loosely in a spoon, nuzzling her neck. Then moving on to spooning while his hand explores her upper torso. Then giving her a naked massage. Still no erection, the touching is erotic now, but still not sexual. Finally, Sean is allowed to touch the holy of holies, merely the outside, but he gives Shasta an orgasm, lightly stroking her pussy. He still doesn't get an erection in therapy. This is for his Mistress, meeting her needs. Since Shasta knows he has his own, after each session, he's allowed to masturbate and cum.

00, and so occasionally he tried other places, usually resulting in disappointment. Massages in David's experience come in three types. There are those like his usual where it is all business and you get a very good massage but definitely nothing else, then there is the sometimes reasonable massage with the nude or semi nude masseuse and the famous "happy ending" oily hand job and the last one is the front for the illegal brothel where you get a few strokes of the contact they call a massage before you get asked if you want "extras". At the last type of place the massage is useless and usually the lady concerned is well past her prime, can barely speak English and is not at all interesting.

"Wait..I never asked you to be gay" "Well,that's what I'm gonna be. Gay" Scott said excitedly. "You can't just decide to be gay, can you even like a boy. You find it hard to like anybody. Then a boy? I'm in no mood for jokes" Jackson said as he poured himself another glass. "Ohh.. Jackson,dare me" Scott said determined. "Okay, we'll do it like this. I'll set you up with a gay friend of mine. You guys will met up at the hotel tomorrow night. Are you still up for the task?" Jackson smirked.

"I've arranged for someone to help you relax." My curiosity piqued, I raised an eyebrow. "Who?" "Mason. He's an expert massage therapist. He'll be here soon." I felt an unexpected flutter in my chest. A masseuse? Why did he think a massage therapist could soothe my growing unease? As Gavin dialed a number on his phone, I considered the idea and realized it wasn’t entirely unappealing. In fact, the sound of it was very exhilarating. "Mason? It's Chief Gavin. I need your services... Yes, now. My girl needs you. "I’ll text you the address now"