mikeinssmd

This may be a little late to the topic, but I have tried him.  Massage was ok. He does have a great ass.

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Also Florida. Can't forget he's based out of Florida.

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

@dutchal, I ended up spending a few hours there. Will finish telling you about my experience when I have a bit more time.


 

@dutchal, I ended up spending a few hours there. Will finish telling you about my experience when I have a bit more time.


 

@dutchal, I ended up spending a few hours there. Will finish telling you about my experience when I have a bit more time.


 

You going to leave us hanging (pun not intended) like that?!

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

Had my first appointment with a handsome, sexy, fit masseur here in Dallas about a year ago. Although he's been here for a while and has great reviews, I didn't have the inclination to hire him until last spring. I finally scheduled a session and went to his place (nice setup). I always look for a great deep tissue massage first and the erotic second but didn't know what to expect since I found him on Masseurfinder. He said I could undress to my comfort level, so I shucked my clothes and hopped up on his table face-down.
The massage was fantastic; even though he's average height, he's pretty muscular with a great set of hands and could really work out the knots, especially in my back. After he finished, he had me flip over and resumed the massage -- calves, feet, thighs, torso, etc. He also lightly worked my groin area (and I immediately got hard), but I kept my hands to myself since he had given no indication of how I should respond. Toward the end of the massage, before I knew it, he leaned over and started giving me a fantastic blow job, then took off his shorts and revealed a monster cock -- thick, meaty, and heavy, with low hangers. I blew my load pretty quickly, and he swallowed it all. I've been back twice (took a break to get fully vaccinated), and both sessions were the same -- except that's he added an electronic massager to work over my shaft and sack. Yowza! 

My first massage, ever, was when I was 23 and an American living in Tehran. This when the Shah was in the process of modernizing the country, before the Mullahs dragged Iran back a thousand years into the dark ages. A group of American buddies and I were together, when one of our friends came back from a bath house infuriated that the masseur had put the make on him. Well, I already knew, from young Iranian friends, that gay sex was rampant in Iran, where boys and girls were strictly kept apart. What's a teenage boy to do to get his rocks off? But the bathhouse culture was unknown to me so anything was unexpected. 
At my first opportunity, I went to the same bathhouse and paid (the same) 25¢ for a massage. At that time, (1967) many private houses did not have bathrooms and visiting the bathhouse was a necessary as well cultural practice. A straight Iranian man would wrap himself in a towel that was provided, which kept the jewels and the bum off limits. I of course, laid naked on the massage table. The masseur took one look, went for the goods, and demanded another 25¢ and we went to town. I was only too happy to pay.
This of course began the period when I began indulge in the lifelong wonderful joys of bottoming.
Over the years as an American out-gay, I have had all kinds of relationships with casual tricks, lovers, masseurs, fuckbuddies, etc. A few years ago, when I needed something new and exciting, I went to a provider on RentMasseur who turned out to be more "rent" than "masseur." After a long time on my stomach and wondering when he was going to ask me tot turn over, his cock was in my ass and pumping. Oh my! 
A long way of saying, yes, something unexpected. 
Now, I try and set things up for the same result but more expected. We all need connection. Sex is a great connector. Yes, let's have a great massage. Let us enjoy each other's bodies. And let's have great connected sex. And yes please fuck me. At my age and financial situation, I am happy to pay a young man...it meets his needs and mine. 
 
 

I've never hired him, but have seen his ad for a long time on rentmasseur.    I seem to remember discovering somehow...so not for sure...that the TOP in his ad name doesn't refer to what someone might infer.  Rather it seems to refer to being one of the best. 
In addition,   most of his private pictures are primarily of his ass.  

He's friends with friends of mine and have seen him out socially.  I know that his personal preference is young Latin and Asian men.  He's kind cute but also a little goofy.  His body is great and if you look at his private pics, he is HUNG.  But never been to him.  I would be figure I am not his type.
 

I believe Kris Lord was a native of Rhode Island. I remember seeing him just before, or at the very beginning, of his career in porn. In the early 90s, he danced at Providence's male strip club, Twelve Caesars, which later became Tramp's Show Lounge.

I know it's subjective and I'm an outlier on this site, but cockrings, piercings, and especially tattoos are a huge turnoff for me. I want my men unadorned as god intended. (Big exception for Christopher Meloni!)