I had been married to a woman for about 10 years when I decided to go see a masseur I thought would give me more than a hand job. He advertised all nude, full body massages. I had seen other masseurs and had gotten just a hand job, which I liked. I even sucked his cock while he was doing it. I saw myself as a sexual adventurer. I much preferred women as lovers and seeing a man for sex was just a curiosity, a very rare event.
I arrived at the studio, got undressed and laid face down. He undressed too then began the massage. While stroking my butt and back, he began to describe his life as a gay man. He had his first gay sex as an underage boy in the porno movie theaters in San Francisco. He got and gave a lot of blowjobs to older men there in the dark. He had just broken up with a man and described what the breakup was like. He never had the slightest desire to sleep with a woman. He loved being a cocksucker.
After about 30 minutes, he asked me to roll onto my side and scoot over so we could do simultaneous oral. When he was on the table and positioned with his cock at my face, I rolled into his groin, and pulled his erect cock into my mouth. I started licking and sucking it, tasting the flesh and a little precum.
I liked sucking his cock, with my head resting on his thigh. I was a little nervous about him giving me oral, though, because in the past no women had ever been able to give oral sex to orgasm. My wife tried once and she was so bad at it I almost left the bedroom. It seemed like a simple thing to do but women either didn't like to do it, and it showed, or they didn't know how to give oral pleasure to a man. Even when I was paying the woman for oral, I never got off. I figured I just couldn't cum that way.
Soon, however, and to my complete surprise, I had this wonderful orgasm with his cock in my mouth. After I finished a long, satisfying orgasm, he got up from the table and had me lay on my back. I figured after he got me off, the session would be over, but, no, he continued. Again, he spoke of his life and sex life, traveling to Austin to meet a lover, and other things that came to his mind. I just laid there enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful blowjob. Finally, about five minutes before the session was done, he leaned over my cock, started fellatio again and quickly brought me to orgasm. No woman had ever done this to me, much less twice. No woman had even offered. I was amazed at his skill.
I figured he was just trying very hard to earn a really great tip, and when I offered one, he refused it. I was dumbfounded: this guy gave me fantastic oral sex--twice--simply because he wanted the sex and not to make money.
My wife, most girlfriends and all of the prostitutes, escorts and masseuses I'd had sex with, all gave sex not simply for the joy of it but in some way, directly or indirectly, wanted money or security or an engagement ring or because she thought it was a duty she'd rather skip. Rather, sex with women had a purpose other than just sex for sex's sake.
This man wanted only sex, and the money was only for a massage. He loved mansex, loved giving oral pleasure to another man and that was it. It was a eureka moment for me. In the past, I didn't think gay sex could possibly be better than straight sex. I was wrong: man-to-man sex was way better and over the years since, I've gotten more and more mansex and less and less straight sex, not because I'm a closet homosexual but because the sex with men is better, easier to get, has more variation and most importantly, and doesn't involve dealing with women and their bullshit.
I arrived at the studio, got undressed and laid face down. He undressed too then began the massage. While stroking my butt and back, he began to describe his life as a gay man. He had his first gay sex as an underage boy in the porno movie theaters in San Francisco. He got and gave a lot of blowjobs to older men there in the dark. He had just broken up with a man and described what the breakup was like. He never had the slightest desire to sleep with a woman. He loved being a cocksucker.
After about 30 minutes, he asked me to roll onto my side and scoot over so we could do simultaneous oral. When he was on the table and positioned with his cock at my face, I rolled into his groin, and pulled his erect cock into my mouth. I started licking and sucking it, tasting the flesh and a little precum.
I liked sucking his cock, with my head resting on his thigh. I was a little nervous about him giving me oral, though, because in the past no women had ever been able to give oral sex to orgasm. My wife tried once and she was so bad at it I almost left the bedroom. It seemed like a simple thing to do but women either didn't like to do it, and it showed, or they didn't know how to give oral pleasure to a man. Even when I was paying the woman for oral, I never got off. I figured I just couldn't cum that way.
Soon, however, and to my complete surprise, I had this wonderful orgasm with his cock in my mouth. After I finished a long, satisfying orgasm, he got up from the table and had me lay on my back. I figured after he got me off, the session would be over, but, no, he continued. Again, he spoke of his life and sex life, traveling to Austin to meet a lover, and other things that came to his mind. I just laid there enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful blowjob. Finally, about five minutes before the session was done, he leaned over my cock, started fellatio again and quickly brought me to orgasm. No woman had ever done this to me, much less twice. No woman had even offered. I was amazed at his skill.
I figured he was just trying very hard to earn a really great tip, and when I offered one, he refused it. I was dumbfounded: this guy gave me fantastic oral sex--twice--simply because he wanted the sex and not to make money.
My wife, most girlfriends and all of the prostitutes, escorts and masseuses I'd had sex with, all gave sex not simply for the joy of it but in some way, directly or indirectly, wanted money or security or an engagement ring or because she thought it was a duty she'd rather skip. Rather, sex with women had a purpose other than just sex for sex's sake.
This man wanted only sex, and the money was only for a massage. He loved mansex, loved giving oral pleasure to another man and that was it. It was a eureka moment for me. In the past, I didn't think gay sex could possibly be better than straight sex. I was wrong: man-to-man sex was way better and over the years since, I've gotten more and more mansex and less and less straight sex, not because I'm a closet homosexual but because the sex with men is better, easier to get, has more variation and most importantly, and doesn't involve dealing with women and their bullshit.