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There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

Long time lurker here, so I thought I'd add my first experience. I just graduated from college and recently came out to myself but pretty much to no one else. I had very little experience with guys, just knowing that I was (and still am) attracted to the tall, older, muscular type. I found myself on massagem4m, and I was immediately drawn to Bob Patrick's ad. He was my ultimate fantasy as a 22 year-old twink, and it took me forever to pick up the phone and call him. I remember being beyond nervous as I called and almost hung up when he picked up the phone, but he made me feel totally at ease, and I booked some time with him the next day.
 
I'm a wreck as I drive to his place in WeHo, but I find the courage to go up to his apartment. Sensing that I was nervous, he had me sit on the couch with him, and he started rubbing my feet as we chatted and I calmed the fuck down. We undressed each other, and I knew I was in for a treat when he was already rock hard as I took off his pants. I remember getting lost in his beautiful, muscular body as he encouraged me to explore him. I touched him everywhere, and his musky, manly scent drove me nuts. He then went to town on my sensitive nips before leading me to his table, which had holes strategically positioned to work my cock and nips from underneath while he massaged me from up top. He worked the knots out of my back and shoulders while constantly playing with my cock and nips. He also placed his massive cock in my hand to let me play with it. I was completely lost in the pleasure of this new experience. He finished the massage and led me to an easy chair where he asked me to lean back and close my eyes. While playing with my nips, I feel a warm wetness on my cock. I open my eyes, and I see this handsome DILF giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had (to this day!). He starts fingering my hole, and it doesn't take long until I'm cumming in his mouth. He slurped down every last drop, and I'm lying there dazed and spent, probably with a foolish grin on my face. Like others, my first, and still one of the best massages ever.

My first time was in NY several years ago when I was in my mid-30s. I booked a traditional massage, and that's all I expected. The guy was eastern European, and I remember going to his place that was a unit is some sort of public housing building. His place was light and bright and clean, with a table in a sort of alcove off the living room. This was before the various websites and I honestly don't remember how I found him. I don't recall his name so I'll call him Stephan. Stephan was fairly short and not skinny, but 100% muscle. After talking briefly he asked that I strip down and get on the table on my stomach. I remember there being two little dogs in a sort of play pen in the corner. I strip and don't see any sort of drape so just get on the table starkers - a first for me. I can see Stephan in the other room getting oil ready and close my eyes to get relaxed. Hearing him come into the room I sneak a look and see that he's also now naked. Nice bod, pointy nips, lightly hairy chest and a large soft uncut dick, big enough to swing as he walked. He gets started working on my back and soon tells me to put my arms by my side palms up. The massage is great, he hits all the right spots and as he begins to work on my back standing beside the table I feel his dick, now semihard, in my hand. Being new at this and not knowing the code I just left it there, but when he changed sides I began to fondle his dick and felt him quickly swell up to his full length and girth. Impressive. As I fondled him he began to knead my glutes, touching my asshole a few times as well, making circles with the tip of one finger. He also touched the tip of my dick that was down between my legs.
 
When he turned me over he first sat on the edge of the table to massage my hands, placing them, one by one, right in his lap against his hard dick giving me time for a little more play. Easing me onto my back, Stephan worked his way down my chest, frequently touching my sides with his dick. He spent a fair amount of time on my nips, and since their wired I popped a true boner, so hard it hurt. This was all new to me, so I both wanted him to play with me dick, while also being nervous. Then, boom, his oiled hands are on the dick, first the base, then working up to my dickhead that was pouring out precum. When I leaned up to watch Stephan softly pushed my head back down and said "just enjoy." As soon as I complied I felt his mouth on my cock, slurping up the precum and then taking my entire length into his mouth, in and out, in and out. Holy crap, a full blow job, another massage first for me. Stopping briefly, Stephan climbed onto the table dropping his massive dick right onto my face while resuming his work on my cock. He didn't need to touch my mouth with his dick once before I got the hint and drew him into my mouth with some effort, man he was girthy. As I played with his foreskin with my tongue, it didn't take long before I started to spasm and blew my load into his mouth To my surprise this was the trigger for him to also cum, giving me a large sweet load that I slurped up. My last surprise was when he brought his lips to mine and we frenched tasting each other's loads. And that's the story, he cleaned me up and I left thinking "wow, how did THAT happen." 100% true story. My first, and still my best.
 
My next trip back I could no longer find Stephan, but he had talked about moving back home, so I guess that's what happened.

Matthew Shepard died in the early morning of Monday, October 12, 1998, from severe injuries due to a brutal beating and torture in Laramie, WY. He was attending the University of Wyoming, majoring in political science/foreign relations with a minor in languages at the time of his death. He enjoyed soccer, swimming, running, camping, hunting, fishing and snow skiing. He was 21 and he was gay.

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

There is something about you that gay trans men like, and you specifically aren't into trans men. That's a tricky situation! A more general rejection is the polite way out. Preferences of race and genitalia are old-fashioned and unavoidably problematic.
 
Telling someone that genitals or skin color is the reason you don't find them attractive is the same thing as telling them its the reason they are unattractive. Trying to convince them its just YOUR preference still makes you look 1 of 2 ways: either you are obviously prejudiced and are willing to admit it to everyone but yourself, or you just don't know how to talk to people of different skin colors or genitals.
 
Referring to men you like as having the "working" or "right" parts implies that trans men have neither the right or working parts - or that they aren't men at all. I know what you meant when I read it, but its not something you should say to them or in a public forum. They are a gay man with a vagina. You are a gay men with a penis. You are no more manly than them because your were born with a penis and raised as a boy. We are men because we say we are and like to be thought of as men.
 
Language changes fast sometimes. But that's how language works. You either change with it or become a troll. Just because people don't think what they say is offensive doesn't make what they say any better. It makes you look like the oldest person at the family reunion who says things nobody else there would and you either call them out on it or let it slide or take their drink from them.
 
Just because something you say can seem and sound and feel prejudiced doesn't mean it is. But when people who suffer from the prejudice of others encounter the same language they've heard from their oppressors coming from someone within their community, should they really take it any other way?

I did not express an opinion about whether your behavior is racist. I said it is discourteous. And I also said that a simple "I'm not interested" would be a more civilized answer to give someone, particularly when you're clearly fully aware of how your normal answer is going to be perceived and the reaction it will cause. Bu if you prefer to go around telling people that you're not interested in them because of the color of their skin, and then blabber on about how that's not racist and make analogies to other types of behavior to defend your preferred answer, then more power to you.

I don't want to start a whole different controversy here, but you really can't see why people would react poorly to this? You're literally saying that no aspect of their existence is worth you taking a look at simply because of the color of their skin. I wouldn't tell people that and expect them to respond with an "oh, okay". A simple "I'm not interested" would be a more courteous thing to say. Expecting courteousness doesn't make people pussies, it makes them civilized.
 
The trans issue is different because OP is basically saying that he likes men with penises, which is completely natural when it comes to being attracted to the male form as it is traditionally understood. Just to say it, I would always make that point that directly and clearly; I wouldn't dance around it by saying you want men with "all the working parts" because trans men are not defective. If you've been saying things along those lines, then that might be what is getting you in trouble.
 
Your sexual preference shouldn't offend a trans man without a penis if he's secure in his manhood, much like a man with a small penis shouldn't get offended if you only like horse-hung men. But, again, to be civilized, I think the people who are telling you to not give a specific reason for turning down a trans man are right. A simple "I'm not interested" would work. You don't owe anyone an explanation about why you're not interested, and I would say as much to avoid getting into arguments that won't be productive.

What does "safe" mean to you?
 
We all know what one must do to be "safe" out in the world in general: wear masks, practice social distance, don't meet up with strangers, avoid indoor spaces because virus particles may be hanging in the air, wash your hands and high-use surfaces regularly, etc. If you can't practice social distance, a mask might be enough to protect you (but that statement presupposes you're not having non-social-distanced strangers hover over you and touch your body head to toe for an hour).
 
So, if you must get a massage, which happens in a setting that is incompatible with most safety recommendations, then you should at least apply as many of those recommendations as possible, such as wearing a mask the entire time, opening the windows in the massage room so that air circulates, having the massage table and other items you will come into contact with properly disinfected, having the masseur disinfect his hands and wear a mask, disinfecting your hands before and after the massage, etc. Do that, cross your fingers, and maybe you'll be able to say the massage was "safe"...not because the experience was inherently safe, but perhaps simply because you got lucky.

Damn poor people, always ruining everything for the rest of us by existing and eating.

Ugh. And here we go again. @big dale, @kenomora, @MisterMike, others and I should just start linking to a factsheet. I really like Big Dale's response in this thread. I don't have much to add editorially but a lot to add science-wise.
 
Just because you've recovered from Covid, don't assume you have long-term immunity. We don't know enough yet. Antibody responses wane over time and the neutralizing antibody response in a person may disappear. Not everybody develops a neutralizing antibody response. We don't know enough yet about T-cell responses because they are harder to assess. That individuals still get recurrent colds caused by related-coronaviruses* probably means that immunity is not perpetual (unlike for example, measles or smallpox). Maybe a large percentage of us carry pre-existing T-cell responses against SARS-CoV-2 from cross-reactivity with other coronaviruses but that may only ameliorate the severity rather than prevent infections. You may be asymptomatic or feel just a little "not-normal" but you're still spewing virus.
 
*Have you ever had one of those colds that felt like you just couldn't shake it? Regular cold symptoms for a week or so and then residual congestion, dizziness, lethargy, and cloudy-headedness that went on for a month or more? You went into work because you had to but just felt like crap and getting through the workday took every ounce of energy out of you? That was probably a coronavirus.
 
The vaccine data are being overly-hyped by the lay press, not to mention some of the medical journals and the orange-potato in the White House. Today's CanSino vaccine data look bad. The AstraZeneca/Oxford are only just a little better. Pfizer/BioNTech and Moderna are both unproven modalities, and Moderna may have some associated adverse events that may be serious in an older population (SAEs in the technical parlance). We don't know how long immunity will last. Early data are that people >55 years in age mounted lowered immune responses, as should be expected. Chances are good that the first vaccines are going to be partially protective, rushed through approval for Trump's election campaign, and, I'd bet, elicit some life-threatening SAEs in older and/or co-morbid (immune compromised - HIV, autoimmune disease -, hypertensive etc.) populations. Then there are manufacturing and supply chain issues. So don't expect a magic bullet in January 2021 and unless you're a frontline healthcare worker in a major population center, don't expect anything.
 
Therapeutic/prophylactic antibodies are super-expensive to make and will probably be reserved for acute interventions. And most companies are pursuing a strategy that might ameliorate symptoms but could evolutionarily select for escaper mutants that could be worse (just like the early monovalent anti-HIV drugs selected for resistant viruses - and why PREP as a get-out-of-jail-free card for promiscuous unprotected anal sex still scares me just a little bit).
 
As a species this virus and us are just getting started at ~6 months into the pandemic. It is rapidly evolving and adapting... hello D614G. The US has really blown it. Do your part. If you do decide to take a risk behavior like a massage or more, be prepared for the consequences and then stf away from other people for 2 weeks.
 
Anything else is fucking magical thinking, ignorance or utter selfishness.

Saw him a couple years ago -- massage was great, but we did get a little carried away as I recall. Haven't had a chance to return, but definitely would.