I'd never had a man touch me before, but I'll not hesitate again.
I was 45 at the time, happily married with 2 teenaged sons and never a thought of getting 'involved' with another, much less another man. It had been a hard week at work and my back ached as if it was about to break. I needed a good, relaxing massage, but hadn't got the £45 or more that it would cost.
Browsing through the personals of the local paper, I spotted an advert for a man/man massage only a couple of miles from where I live. This seemed perfect as I'm a bit shy and, being out of town, it was probably going to be cheaper. I rang the number and found that it was only £20 so I booked a session and duly turned up for my 'cure'. An elderly man answered the door of the bungalow set in the corner of the small cul-de-sac, and I was shown into a bedroom with the curtains drawn and a fire in the corner. I undressed and lay on the towels that were upon the bed, awaiting the return of the masseur.
On his return, I was told to lie upon my stomach and he stripped to a pair of shorts before starting to rub some powder into my shoulders. As he worked on my back, he started a conversation and before I knew it my back, arms and legs were being eased by sis firm hands. I never gave it a second thought when he nudged the waistband of my briefs a few times and eased the leg holes higher up my arse cheeks, so when he suggested removing them to give my bum a massage, I just lifted my hips a little and let him do it. The feeling was lovely as he worked the whole of my lower back, upper thighs and arse. I spread my legs a little to allow full access and hardly noticed his fingers brushing over my anus and my balls.
Suddenly, I felt a couple of soft kisses upon each cheek. 'OK then!' he said. 'Turn over so I can do the front.' So I turned over and he started on my shoulders and upper chest. Closing my eyes, I luxuriated in the gentle but firm touch gliding over my chest, onto my arms, my stomach, my feet, thighs and brushing my genitals as he returned to my stomach. I opened my legs a little as his hands went down my stomach, past my cock and over my thighs. Up my flanks and back round again, smoothly, soothingly, each time brushing my cock a little. A couple of light kisses down my stomach, then I felt him cup my balls and lift them slightly.
Before I could fully regain my senses and stop the dirty old pervert, my cock started to stiffen and he started to stroke it with one hand as the other worked on my stomach and right thigh. This was nice, I thought as I relaxed again. After a few minutes of this, I felt the sap start to rise and I got nearer and nearer to shooting. Knowing this, my masseur rubbed my balls as his other hand worked my foreskin back and forth. Then it happened, I was about to shoot when he suddenly put his one middle finger right up my arse and made me have the most intense orgasm ever. My spunk shot all over my chest and I was high for several minutes.
I think I'll go back soon and see what else he does.