Hi,
This is a real story, it happened about a month ago.
So… let me introduce myself. I’m not fond of stereotypes but just to give a context: I’m 31 and I consider myself as a straight cis-male. Never had any adventures with another guy, not attracted physically or emotionnally by men. However, I’m open-minded and totally non-judgemental (it’s not even a consideration to me).
I’m just out of a ten years relationship with a woman (married two years together), with a house to sell and everything, projects vanishing. I’m quite fine overall, but as you can guess, the past few months were a bit rough. That’s how, a month ago, I’ve had the idea of getting a massage to relax properly.
Actually, this idea was in my mind for a while now, being teased (and somehow “in control”) by a bi or gay massage therapist was quite appealing, I couldn’t really explain why; however I’ve always considered this as a harmless fantasy. Being single again though made me reconsider this. So I started looking on the net for local “massage therapists”, I was nervous yet turned on while going through all the ads. Didn’t want to go to any weirdo, the idea was to only be massaged, nothing more, but by a guy with experience.