I felt him separate my ass cheeks, and then I felt his tongue in my ass - gently working its way down to my balls and back again. Remember, I'm lying face down with my head in the cradle looking at the floor. Then he did the most sensual thing I think I had ever felt, and almost sent me through the roof. Firstly, he stood at my feet, gently massaged my legs, and then my butt cheeks. Some of his reviews had said that he works naked, others said that he got naked later, so I wasn't sure if he would be naked from the beginning. When he came back in, he turned on soothing music, and the massage began. I showered, he showed me into the room, and left while I got on the massage table face down and naked. He opened the door, and this boyishly handsome, 6'3" stud, barefoot and wearing nothing but work-out pants and a smile, greeted me. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. Then he called me back - he was just in the bathroom himself. Another sign not to go through with this. I called him from my cell-phone - and got his voice-mail I rang the buzzer with my heart pounding. I was a little early - I wanted to have a shower there before the massage. Thursday finally arrived, and I went to his place. I didn't get off for the whole week, I wanted to experience to be as powerful as possible. I nervously picked up the phone, called Chris, and made an appointment for the following Thursday. I was also very much looking forward to just having a good massage as well!!Ībout a month ago the time was right. We discussed it for a while, and he was very supportive of me, also feeling that it would be a somewhat legitimate way for me to explore my sexuality. Then about 3 months ago, I started thinking about it again, and I mentioned the idea to my friend and confidant, Tony. I almost breathed a sigh of relief - figured it was a sign, and stopped contemplating the idea - at least for the time being. I needed to go at a time when my whereabouts would not be questioned, so when I was available one day, I finally plucked up the courage to call him, but he was not available. His picture was gorgeous, and the reviews written by previous clients were glowing. He gives a combination legitimate/sensual massage. Splitting hairs, I know - but that's a whole other story, and not for discussion here.Ībout a year ago, I saw the profile of a masseur who lives very close to me, who sounded perfect. However, a couple of years ago I came across a website that lists massage therapists all over the world, by type of massage they offer and city, and in my mind, figured that having a sensual massage would be a way of having some male contact, without "going out and having sex". I am a married man, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual, but, in trying to remain faithful to my marriage vows, made a decision not to act upon my urges to have sex with men.