56harrisond

I just joined this site and thought this was as good a way to introduce myself as any (and might also ignite other new tales from other newbies like me). 
I was closeted when I had my first erotic massage. I asked the guy who waxed my back if he knew of any good massages. (He was the only guy who knew I was gay.) He said he had a new client who gave massages. He didn't know if he was any good, but said he was good looking. I texted the guy. He responded with a menu of options and prices. That was the first time I saw erotic massage as an option.  The description was brief and included "release" which I guessed correctly what that meant. I decided to take the plunge. 
I booked a 90-min afternoon session.  He met me at the gate to his complex wearing a tank top. He was very cute and had a sexy body (not buff but well-defined). He led me to his apartment and left the room to allow me to undress and get on his table. When I heard him come back in, I peered up to find he was naked too. I immediately got turned on thinking that this was definitely different from any other massage. 
It began with a legitimately great massage of my legs and backside with frequent brushes against his body and his hands gliding across my glutes. I don't really have a great sense of time, but he must have spent 45 minutes massaging the back of my body with more and more frequent sensual touches of my sensitive areas.  Then he got on the table with me and straddled my legs using his position to work more on my back. His cock was now hard and I could feel it rubbing against my ass. I was getting so turned on that my hips would rise every time he slid his body up against mine. 
Then I felt it. I was a virgin when it came to sex with a man so I wasn't entirely sure, but I was pretty sure that he was trying to fuck me. I was and still am very tight so it was taking him awhile in between applying extra lube. This gave me just enough time to decide that I really wanted it. When he finally found the right spot again, I lifted my hips and pressed against his cock so that he would know and I whispered to please go slow.
For what must have been 40 minutes, we enacted just about everything I had ever seen in a gay porn video. I was having the time of my life and I could tell he was thrilled to be giving me so much pleasure.  When we were face to face, we just started kissing. He had amazing lips that drove me crazy. It just made me explode.
I was covered in sweat (his and mine). I asked him if I could take a shower. He gave me a towel and off I went to clean up. When I came out, I expected to get dressed, but he told me to get back on the table and that he still had to work on the front of my body. I asked if he had time and he said he had cancelled his next appointment. I did as I was told and he began to massage my head and work his way down my body. As he got to my midsection, I was hard again. And so was he. And off we went again. 
I swear I thought I would die from physical exhaustion, but at least I'd die happy. After it was over, I told him it was amazing and that this was my first time with a man and that I had no idea what to expect. He told me that our mutual friend had texted him to say that he could have fun with me and that this was his idea of fun. This was already the most expensive massage I'd ever had, but I gave him a big tip on top. I told him that I would love to see him again. Unfortunately, he was heading out of town for few months and I haven't had the second session. 
In the meantime, I discovered there were many more men offering massages and I became hooked. And now here I am.