My first hire was a masseur I found on Masseurfinder. I had no idea what a “gay” massage was but I took the chance and set up an appointment with the hope of finding out. When the day arrived I nervously drove 40 minutes to his home, where he greeted me warmly at the door and led me back to his massage room. I’d had many massages at spas and hotels in the past but I knew this was going to be different when he instructed me to undress but didn’t leave the room, just watched me strip down. There was no draping offered so I lay on the table, fully exposed, and he proceeded to give me one of the best massages I have ever had. I wasn’t sure what to expect but was hopeful that it wouldn’t be strictly therapeutic. It wasn’t. His hands explored areas that are usually off-limits and when I turned over, obviously aroused, he gave me the first happy ending I’d ever had from a man. I remember that, as things progressed, his shorts disappeared and I felt his erection near my hand. At that point, I just fondled what I could reach and explored areas within reach. Over the course of several years, oral and MT became the norm. I probably visited him a dozen times and each time was incredible. Unfortunately, he is no longer working but I’ll always remember him as the one who got me hooked on erotic massage and gay sexual exploration.