I Just Had My First Gay Erotic Massage. Here’s What Happened. (NSFW)
I know what you’re thinking. Erotic massages are for sketchy beauty parlors with dim fluorescent lighting. My experience was entirely different.
I’ve always been turned on by massages. The relaxing music. The tender and caring touch of a masseuse near erogenous zones. The painfully pleasing release of built up tension and muscle soreness. What’s not to love?
I’ve had hundreds of massages in my life, and all of them have stayed within the boundaries of a standard session. Sixty to ninety minutes of covered touch, acupressure and stretching. A few of them felt like they could turn erotic at any moment, but I’m sure it was more fantasy over reality.
Before I jump into my story, let’s go over the basics of a gay erotic massage.
More than a happy ending
In a sensual or erotic massage, the masseuse focuses not only on relieving tension in your neck, shoulders, back, and legs, but also on areas that lead to sexual excitation. This includes the butt and genitals. In some erotic massages, the masseuse is naked and uses their body in the session. This can include mutual touch, body to body contact and masturbation. More on that later.
Most of the time, the session ends with an orgasm. Sometimes two. Like everything in life, your experience may vary. Here’s mine.
Downtown San Francisco
It’s a foggy summer day in San Francisco as I step out of an Uber into the heart of the Tenderloin. I spent the previous day texting with Mike, my masseuse, around how this works. It’s my first time, and I’m extremely nervous.
I found Mike after a long search through massagem4m.com. I hoped to find someone professional, experienced and in business for themselves. There are sketchy options out there, and I felt morally obligated to avoid any erotic massage factories or prostitution. After reading Mike’s reviews and verifying his legitimacy through online gay massage forums and other M4M listings, I reached out.
Mike is a 27-year-old Mexican-American with beautiful mocha skin and dark curly hair tucked under a backward baseball hat. He’s just over six feet and has big hands and a stocky build.
Originally from Los Angeles, Mike moved to San Francisco a few months ago to try a new city and set up shop out of his Tenderloin apartment.
Mike greets me at his door with an infectious and welcoming smile. He doesn’t seem nervous, and I immediately feel more at ease. I still have no idea what to expect, beyond the snippets from his reviews online.
Mike leads me to the back of the apartment and into his rooms. It’s a large bedroom with an exposed brick wall. It smells of essential oil, and he has the heat turned up to a comfortable temperature. Mike has his massage table set up next to his platform bed. We make small talk, and I’m shaking a bit from nerves.
“When you’re ready, you can take your clothes off and lay facing down.”
I’m standing in Mike’s room completely naked. I take a deep breath and cautiously lay down on the massage table. I listen for sounds of impending danger, but instead, I hear the faint sound of Mike’s clothes hitting the floor.
He begins to massage my shoulders and like a true professional, asks if I have any injuries he should be aware of, or any particular focus areas he should consider. I shake my head, and he begins to rub his oiled hands around my back and shoulders. Mike spends roughly twenty minutes going through a standard massage sequence. I feel more comfortable every minute.
His hands are strong and smooth. His touch is firm and methodical.
I feel his body begin to press against mine and he lowers himself closer to my back. And then I feel it.
The exciting stuff
His dick gently presses against my arm and finally at the palm of my hand. Mike moves his hands downward and begins to massage my thighs and butt. I turn my head and finally catch a glimpse of naked Mike. He’s half hard, big, and uncut. He’s almost completely hairless, save for a faint happy trail and a light dusting of pubic hair.
I return my head to the cushion and slowly place my hand around his dick. I begin to caress it with the same care that he’s giving me. He’s now fully hard but doesn’t stop the massage. Throughout the massage, I occasionally return to stroking his dick – playing with his foreskin or touching his low hanging balls. The focus remains on me, and his subtle body language makes that clear.
Mike whispers for me to turn over and I roll onto my back. I’m fully hard, and I now have a better perspective of Mike and his handiwork.
Throughout the massage, Mike maintains a great equilibrium of eroticism, pleasure, and release. The focus is never about reaching orgasm, or rushing through the rest of my body now that I’m on my back. He pays equal attention to all parts of me. Occasionally he rests his body on top of mine and rubs his belly and chest back and forth, up and down. Without a doubt, this is the most erotic part of the session.
Finally, he begins to jerk me off while massaging my legs and groin. I eventually have a powerful orgasm, and after cleaning my belly, Mike winds down the session with light caressing from my shoulders down to my feet. I shudder from the sensation.
We both get dressed and make small talk. I expect it might be awkward, but Mike is an easy conversationalist and never breaks his constant level of professionalism. He gives me a warm hug and welcomes be back anytime.
Mike is an incredibly skilled masseuse, and he clearly enjoys his work. I could not have asked for a better first-time experience.
Before you take the plunge and try an erotic massage – do your research. There is a lot of nastiness out there, but there are many resources online for finding self-employed professionals in your area. Although I do have the benefit of being located in sex-and-queer-friendly San Francisco, a quick search yields quality results in many parts of the United States and abroad.