Gay Massage Stories: A selection of male to male short stories

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When we were finishing I gave him a good tip, the first ever after a massage (it's not normal where I live). He profusely thanked me and mentioned that he was leaving the practice and would instead offer massages at his own apartment. I took his details, of course. To keep it real, I’ve got to say that I enjoyed myself. But once I got it out of my system, I’ve really never had any desire to do it again. I guess it’s all part of growing older.” Chris then proceeded to oil me up, and started the massage - which was amazing. He had the most wonderful touch, and in the course of the whole massage, got every muscle in my body and relaxed it. But every move he made, he would start at my ass - massage the hole and my balls, and then move to another part of the body. Gale is taking similar imaginative leaps with his next novel, which is about the British poet Charles Causley. "He was quite clearly queer – to judge from his private letters and diaries – and yet not remotely ready to be comfortable with admitting that, even to himself," he explains. "We know he was in the Navy and that he wrote poems which suggest his war experiences carried a powerful emotional charge; we know that he kept until his dying day a letter from a fellow officer with whom he seems to have had some kind of relationship. So what fiction can do, which a straightforward biography cannot, is to solve those mysteries in an emotional nourishing way. It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t true because it would have been true for other men in a similar situation."

When I was 19, I used to play ball in our neighborhood league. A lot of the guys did because there wasn’t anything else going on in the suburbs. I doubt he would identify as gay because he was married with a little kid at the time. I’m pretty sure we were both just super curious. Only happened once. I still know the dude.” Dave, I've got some bad news, Kelly had an emergency, she had to leave early," he said. "She's really sorry but it was unavoidable."

Indeed, Murphy has led the way with fictionalising queer history for a popular TV audience: having finished its third and final season last week, Pose blew open the drag ball culture scene of New York in the late 80s, and last year's Hollywood was a LGBTQ+-themed fantasy set in 1940s Los Angeles. Elsewhere on the small screen, It’s a Sin's five episodes have had a total of over 18 million views in the UK, while it earned near-universal raves on both sides of the Atlantic. Add to this recent queer-themed period films Carol and Call Me By Your Name, plus the French indie hit 120 Beats Per Minute, a love story set amongst the Aids activist movement of 1980s Paris, and it is clear that there is now a huge scope for telling queer stories in mainstream film and TV. Most recently, the internet exploded with behind-the-scenes photos of Harry Styles from the shoot of new film My Policeman, an adaptation of Bethan Roberts's 2012 novel starring the pop superstar as a closeted gay man in the 1950s. I don’t remember all of the details, but we ended up watching a movie and firing up some 420. The next thing I knew, we were going down on each other. I lay there panting, he moved away from me and we chatted idly. I took a shower and was drunk with sexual energy. It was an incredible experience and the only downside is that I'll never experience that first every again.

What follows are 25 first gay experiences stories as told by men who identify as straight. To gather their narratives, we asked the Guy Counseling community to come forward and share. There was a guy who was about my age (22) who I was strangely attracted to. Not sure if it was his build or what but I just I just know that I liked him. He moved down to my side and tried to adjust the cloth to cover me again, but I was so hard now that it wouldn't cover me all the way. He tried to ignore it and went to work once again, this time rubbing my stomach with one hand and my thigh with the other. I had completely forgotten that this was initially a massage practise and that I was being touched by another man. He paused all movement and rested his hands on my thighs, leaning over me he spoke softly "I can stop if you want me too, or I can keep going. I want to and I think you want me too."One thing led to another and we ended up making out. Later, we traded some oral action. Only happened once because it got weird afterward. Not sure why.”

He's training to become a massage therapist. He had detailed the work he had left to complete his courses, including the hours of volunteer massage he was to complete. I of course enlisted to be a client of those volunteer hours. After several more drinks each and a few more hours of conversation our topics turned to the people around us. He described in detail how attractive he found one of the other men at the pub, he stopped himself part way through. He didn't look at me immediately, but when he did I just smiled at him. I wanted him to know I was completely ok with him as he was. He looked at me finally, "Ok, I am just going to say it, I'm gay, I hope you're ok with that." He didn't seem overly nervous, he seemed to expect me to be ok with it. I saw him smile above me and his hands returned to my body. Massaging my chest and sides, grazing my nipples each time, the effect felt delicious.

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I’m not going to go so far as to say we were boyfriends because we weren’t. But when we weren’t at work, we did make out a few times and more. I was bumped when he got transferred a year after making it through probation.” Over the course of time, we got closer and closer. One day he reached out and touched me and I didn’t stop him. It didn’t take long before we both started doing things to one another on that bench. We probably hooked up half a dozen times.

One time while we were hanging out, he shared with me that he was bi. He asked me if I had ever been with another guy and I told him the truth – never. A few months after my first gay experience as a straight man, I booked a session with a masseur at a massage parlour. I had no idea what he looked like, just his name and a few words about him.As usual I was led into the room and got undressed. She came in and asked if I want a table shower. She was pretty cute, slim and athletic build. I said yes, table shower. So she gave me a towel to cover myself and she took my hand to lead me down the hall. She was wearing a very short dress, like barely covering her butt. I was lying face down on the table shower, and had my head sideways so I could see her. She was turned the other way, and she had to lean over to prepare something. I could see she had no panties on.