FINALLY got a Tantra Massage [FM]

FINALLY got a Tantra Massage [FM]

My dream kink finally became a reality last month and this is easily going to become something I will go back to over and over. I keep re-living it and even just now as I start to tell the story, I am getting so aroused. Let me explain.

For many years now I have had the fantasy, the urge, to have my very own Tantric massage. I have developed this fetish/fantasy over time, and it has become something that I routinely find myself getting off to when I look for porn to watch.

Perhaps the porn motivated it over time, and vice versa, with channels like “Massage Rooms” becoming so popular. And slow, edging videos like the classic Klixen vids. That kind of long, slow, almost torturous edging process until you’re allowed to release everything you’ve been building up… it’s such an exciting turn on for me.

So I’ve known for a long time that I wanted a professional Tantric massage because after some research, I found out that it is exactly what I’m looking for sexually: a slow, determined, relaxing, meditative edging massage. Tantra just hit all the buzzwords. But I was nervous, and it ain’t cheap.

[M] 27 – A woman asked me to tell her what it feels like when I masturbate…

I’d never been asked to give details as to how masturbating actually feels. So this was what I wrote her after I recorded myself.
Maybe it turns you on…
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Post-shower, lying on my bed, relaxed:

At first, the sensations are isolated in the glans, or the head, as the blood rushes in to initiate the swelling.

As I slowly maneuver up and down, I start feeling more sensitivity in the shaft. Soon at the base as well, and then in the surrounding pubic region, (especially for me around my upper thighs and around/slightly behind my testicles).

I lean my head back, spread my legs out a bit wider, and breathe deeply as the frenulum, or the backside of the head, begins to capture most of my attention. That’s a highly sensitive spot.

After some of this stimulation, I stiffen to completion and am massaging at full mast. It feels as though the tip of my penis has a pulsating warm red light emitting from within it.

My breath deepens and gathers speed.

Like a scratch that needs to be itched, every time my hand crosses from the base to the tip, my red light pulses stronger, and the tip continues to swell and pump.

[M] How Last Summer I Just Went For It (long)

If you’ve read any of the previous stories on my profile, you know that I have a certain kink associated with shared nudity, or public nudity, especially any kind of risky nudity.
I love being naked when there’s a medium to strong chance that I will be seen.

It gets me extremely aroused.

I live in Europe, and as most of you know, it’s common to have areas of certain cities and beaches in certain countries where people can be naked in public. In fact, in some countries, the nudity in these locations is not only encouraged, but it’s mandatory.

For the majority of people born and raised in these countries (not me), that kind of public nudity is as common as ordering coffee. It’s just something that’s always been around, and it’s weird if you think it’s weird, if that makes sense.

It took me a long time to wrap my head around that notion, that it can be so …normal.

All my life I’ve had an erotic fetish for being nude in public places, or even just outside around my house.

[MM] Sleepovers Bring Out the Best in People

So this wasn’t that long ago, but it happened before the Corona situation took over the world.

A friend of mine from high school moved into an apartment just down the street from me, let’s call him “K.” For a short time, his sister was also staying with him, and this story happened in that window.

As I’ve spoken about before, I’m a straight male, but since an experience that I had with my cousin when I was young, I’ve had a certain mild attraction to a type of guy. Now, K isn’t exactly this type of guy at first glance, but over this evening, he showed me a side of him that I really enjoyed.

I helped him move in, and a week or two after he and his sister were settled, he decided to host me for a kind of “thank you/housewarming” dinner. It was really nice, we 3 had some chicken they had prepared and they had bought lots of wine. Needless to say I was getting pretty loose. It was fun!

[MM] Nice Surprise During Massage (long read)

So a couple of weeks ago I was at something called a Hamam. Some of you know what this is, and probably some of you might not. I wasn’t used to it at all the first time that I went but after my first experience, I fell in love!

It’s essentially what they call a Turkish Bath, or a Turkish Bath House. You can tell me in the comments if I got that right or not but that’s essentially what I’ve been told.

Anyway the point is that in this case it’s a beautiful underground world. You enter at street level, and there’s a desk where you sign in for what you want: just Hamam, Hamam and Massage, sauna, etc

The artwork, music, and general atmosphere are all very relaxing. Foreign, yet comforting.

After you’ve chosen what you want, you walk down these narrow stairs to the changing room.

Here’s where my story begins:

I got my towel from the front desk, and descended the stairs as I had done before. This time alone, but my first time I was taken there for my birthday and adored it. I knew I was gonna come back and finally I had my chance.

[MM] My Cousin’s Enormous Dick

So I’ve always considered myself primarily a straight male. My hookups are with women, and I masturbate MOSTLY to women.
However some encounters (and one in particular) have peeked my interest enough in men for me to say I’m open to anything nowadays. You’ll see what I mean.

So when my cousin and I were just boys, we always hung out and played together. He lived in another state but we’d always orchestrate visits between our families so we could hangout. We’d play video games all night, eat pizza, laugh at nothing, everything one would expect.

Then eventually, puberty had come and passed and we were still hanging out a lot well into our teenage years. Some of the evenings became more about trying weed, sneaking cigarettes out of the window, etc, and of course talking about women.

So eventually we’re both 18, he had a girlfriend back in his home state (I was definitely single), and we were talking about her in my bed. He always slept in bed with me and we would listen to music, stare at the ceiling, and talk for hours.