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I am a married man, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual, but, in trying to remain faithful to my marriage vows, made a decision not to act upon my urges to have sex with men. However, a couple of years ago I came across a website that lists massage therapists all over the world, by type of massage they offer and city, and in my mind, figured that having a sensual massage would be a way of having some male contact, without "going out and having sex".

Splitting hairs, I know - but that's a whole other story, and not for discussion here. About a year ago, I saw the profile of a masseur who lives very close to me, who sounded perfect. His name is Chris. His picture was gorgeous, and the reviews written by clients were glowing.

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I needed to go at a time when my whereabouts would not be questioned, so when I was available one day, I finally plucked up the courage to call him, but he was not available. I almost breathed a sigh of relief - figured it was aand stopped contemplating the idea - at least for the time being. Then about 3 months ago, I started thinking about it again, and I mentioned the idea to my friend and confidant, Tony.

We discussed it for a while, and he was very supportive of me, also feeling that it would be a somewhat legitimate way for me to explore my sexuality. I was also very much looking forward to just having a good massage as well!! Luke is 20 and comes from a money family. I think it was his dad's influence that got him into college.

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It sure wasn't Luke's brains. A typical dumb jock, it was amazing he ever made it even to his junior year of college, yet somehow he did.

Listening to me, you probably think I hate Luke. Nothing could be further from the truth.

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It was him. He asked if I had dropped anything. Sure enough my glove was in his hand.

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So far this afternoon thought it had been ugly and uglier. Plus he still had two hours left on his shift. As a matter-of -fact he was painfully shy. The waitress brought a plate of dark pate sandwiches when she brought my scotch. A bearded, chubby man, like me, walked into the bar, looked around, and made his way to my table. Mind if I you? I'm Josh, Chicago. In adolescence being bi-sexual was hard to comprehend, so confusing when other guys around you seem preoccupied only in girls an d what it would be like to fuck this one or that one.

About a month ago the time was right. It was a Friday. I nervously picked up the phone, called Chris, and made an appointment for the erotic Thursday. It would be almost a week of waiting. I didn't get off for the whole week, I wanted to experience to be as powerful as massage. Thursday finally arrived, and I went to his place. I was a little early - I wanted to have a shower there before the massage. I rang the buzzer with my heart pounding. He didn't answer. I called him from my cell-phone - and got his voice-mail.

Another not to go through with this. Then he called me back - he was just in the bathroom himself. There was no turning back now. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. He opened the door, and this boyishly male, 6'3" stud, barefoot and wearing nothing but work-out pants and a smile, greeted me. Immediately I felt at ease. I showered, he showed me into the room, and left while I got on the massage table face down and story.

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When he came back in, he turned on soothing music, and the massage began. Some of his reviews had said that he works naked, others said that he got massage later, so I wasn't sure if he would be naked from the erotic. Unfortunately, he kept his pants on. Firstly, he stood at my feet, gently massaged my legs, and then my butt cheeks. Then he did the most sensual thing I think I had ever felt, and almost sent me through the roof. Remember, I'm lying face down with my head in the cradle looking at the floor. I cannot see him. I felt him separate my ass cheeks, and then I felt his tongue in my ass - gently working its way down to my balls and back again.

Back and forth several times. Oh my god - I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I had never been rimmed before, and now understood what it was all about. I just cried out, "Oh story - oh my god - oh fuck, oh my god" male and over again as the amazing sensations sent waves of pleasure through my body. Chris then proceeded to oil me up, and started the massage - which was amazing. He had the most wonderful touch, and in the course of the whole massage, got every muscle in my body and relaxed it.