PaulM

Ugh....yes, you shouldn't have known better especially as a long time contributor here.  With that said, ALL OF US at times think too much with our smaller head and that can and occasionally does get the best of us!  I can't tell you how many times I KNEW something was a bad idea, but I was on autopilot and went ahead with it only to be disappointed or in situations I had no business getting into.  @BeefyDudedon't be too hard on yourself and hopefully you've learned your lesson on this particular scam.

Ugh....yes, you shouldn't have known better especially as a long time contributor here.  With that said, ALL OF US at times think too much with our smaller head and that can and occasionally does get the best of us!  I can't tell you how many times I KNEW something was a bad idea, but I was on autopilot and went ahead with it only to be disappointed or in situations I had no business getting into.  @BeefyDudedon't be too hard on yourself and hopefully you've learned your lesson on this particular scam.

I asked him to come to my place for 1 hour session. I really liked his massage and him, so gave $200. He definitely deserve it.
I like the experience if I feel comfortable with the person.
I also think that I will be seeing him regularly.

Though he has other red flag concerns listed above, I'll go on his side in his response to the "erotic" question. He may've sensed a law-enforcement sting or a client looking to just get off with the response. With masseurs, I never ask for a description of "erotic". It's just too creepy and the whole thing is still supposed to be a "massage". Respect and discretion!

The lesbians I know and see would never suck a cock. They might wrestle with a man and take him down in seconds 🤗

And he's confident about his body but not cocky.  He is just casually talking to you as he undresses.  I had to pick my jaw up off the floor....

My god, his body is amazing 😍 

My god, his body is amazing 😍 

My god, his body is amazing 😍 

He takes Venmo and Venmo gave me a 15K limit on my Venmo credit card!  I'm doomed!!!! 

My first erotic massage experience was about two years ago. I used to go to a male asian massage spot in the west village. One day I called to make a reservation with my regular guy and when the owner answered, he told me that my regular guy didn’t work there anymore but that he (the owner) would give me my massage at a discount. At the time the spa required that the clients and the masseurs kept our masks on so I didn’t get a great look at his face but I could tell that he was very muscular and in his early-mid 30s. He gave a really great massage with lots of stretching (including at one point, putting me into a seated position on the table, standing behind me, and putting me in a half-Nelson to help crack my back) and deep tissue work, which I loved, and the HE was pretty standard. After that first session with him, he gave me his personal number so I can reach out to him directly instead of just calling the spa, and he was flexible with keeping the building open later to meet with me due to my work schedule not usually lining up with their operating hours. 
 
A few months later the spa ended up closing down, but the owner texted me and told me that if I ever wanted a massage, I could go to his apartment and he’d massage me there. It was the first time I’d ever gotten a massage anywhere except for a spa so I was really nervous, but having met with him a few times I felt certain it wouldn’t be anything nefarious. He asked that I take a COVID test before I went since I’d be going into his home, and once I showed him my negative result and he showed me his, he said we could take our masks off. It was the first time I got to see how handsome he was in addition to having a very sexy build. 
 
We started off with him giving me a light rubdown in his shower, then we wrapped ourselves in towels and went into the bedroom where he had the massage table set up. The first part of the massage was pretty typical of my massages with him - excellent deep pressure, lots of stretching - with a bit more focus on my inner thighs and butt than usual, but nothing I felt was crossing the line beyond what I considered inappropriate. When I flipped over I saw that he’d removed his towel and put on a jockstrap that perfectly framed his butt, but before I could get a great look he put a hand towel over my eyes. He then proceeded to continue the massage as usual, and after starting the HE, I suddenly felt him take me into his mouth. After about a minute of this he stops, takes the rag off my eyes, and guides me from the massage table to the bed, where we spent over an hour enjoying each other. What had originally been a request for a 90 minute massage turned into a 3 hour experience that I’ll never forget. When we were done I remarked that that was a first for me, and he said that it was for him too but he was glad that my regular masseur stopped working at the spa so that he was able to connect with me. 
 
I saw him regularly (and exclusively) for several more months until he moved across the country to live with his sister. After he left I went looking to recreate the magic with a new provider and that’s how I came across masseurfinder, then rentmasseur, and eventually this forum. 

Your pain is our entertainment. <deep sigh>

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

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.

So so very true.

I went for a number of years without paying for massage. My first was from my own posting on Craigslist looking for a massage. To my surprise, several men enjoy giving them when you ask.
 
So my first, I went to an Asian guy’s apartment and he had a table waiting for me. I was nervous as hell and also excited and he could sense it. He approached me to settle my nerves and asked if he could remove my clothing. I agreed. It was a little uncomfortable but I stood there as he removed my shirt then unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I was noticeably erect as he removed my pants leaving me in my boxer briefs with a hard outline there. He seemed to enjoy what he saw. He dropped to his knees so he could remove my underwear as I flopped out of my undies nearly hitting his face.
 
He led me to the table and asked me to lay on my stomach. I did as he instructed. (Pointing up, btw). He had warmed oil and rubbed gently all over my back and legs. He was in no hurry which calmed me down. While he did rub my buns, he was careful to not get too sensual early on.
 
He then asked me to turn over and I was embarrassed because I knew I was leaking a TON but I obliged. He didn’t even mention my erection or the leaking which again I appreciated.
 
He continued to massage my chest and stomach. Intentionally skipping my erection down to my legs. He would rub the entire length of my legs higher and higher to where I don’t know how he avoided contact as long as he did. I had to be screaming inside my head “just touch it!!” But it was all silent building anticipation.
 
Finally he touched it! Lifting it in a way to give him access to my lower stomach. I was literally oozing at this point and without asking a question, he gripped me as tight as I’ve ever been gripped. I literally moaned out loud. Although he went slowly, it took no time at all for me to unleash one of the biggest explosions I’ve ever had. He was such a gentleman he went to get a warm washcloth and wiped me down. He offered me water and said that I should take my time before moving on with my day. There was no discussion of what happened in a sexual way. Just a professional doing his job - and what a job it was.
 
From that day forward I was addicted. To be honest that experience was better than any other form of sex for me. So I went on my way seeking these experiences over the years - mostly without pay - all via Craigslist. Finally I arrived in New York and found the spa scene and enjoyed that element because it was close to my first experience - though with payment. I would still find success getting guys to massage me for free and then Craigslist ceased to allow m4m postings. A really sad day.

I had had a number of sensual massages over time which included HEs but nothing out of the ordinary until I booked a NY masseur who became a well-known practitioner and later porn star, now married living in the mid-west. I went with expectations as his website did suggest that the session had a good amount of erotic content. Jack, let me give him that name, received me with just a towel wrapped around his waist and a smile. Great blue eyes, sexy beard, muscled chest and arms, a good number of tats, not my favorite, but the overall package was hot. A glass of cold lemon water in hand proved a great welcome that early summer day. He offered me the bathroom and asked me to take my clothes off handing me a towel. Once I came out of the bathroom, he called me from an upstairs loft and asked me to come up the spiral staircase. As I walked up my towel came undone, my already semihard cock becoming obvious. Oops, I said, apologetically, Jack just laughed appreciatively. He asked me some questions about pains and surgeries and after I told him that I wanted a relaxing massage Jack asked me to lay face down on the table. He still had his towel around.
 
The table was very low, and very soft covered with a clean sheet. He began by softly running his hands and fingers all over my neck, back, arms, legs, leaving the glutes for last. Palms first and then two fingers doing a soft inspection of my hairless crack. I was already moaning softly. Jack oiled his hands and the massage began. It was firm, with long strokes mostly used in the Californian-style massage. I felt wonderful. Most strokes paid attention to my ass and I was becoming increasingly excited. I am vocal and also express myself with body movements, in fact I am quite interactive. At one point I opened my arms a bit and my left hand felt Jack’s semi erect cock which I touched with my fingers moving them back to caress/massage his perineum, something I like to do. Jack gave an exclamation and his hands went deeper into my ass crack, grabbing my balls and already hard cock. I began a rocking motion as he moved one of my legs 90º to better massage my inner thigh, perineum, and the rest. I was moaning and had my right-hand fingers moving from his perineum to his ass hole, rubbing his twitching button. Harry, you are hot man, you are hot Harry, Jack kept saying. He took my hand away, and moved between my legs, his head on my ass, his tongue licking my hole, a first for me. He stayed there a couple of minutes and licked my back and neck offering his lips and tongues to mine. We glued our mouths and I turned face up. The massage degenerated into a sucking, licking, rubbing, chewing, rimming session. I am a leaker and Jack loved using his tongue to take my precum. Towards the end, Jack gave me a masterful blow job, hands on my nips and balls while I jacked him off. I exploded after a short while and then moved so I could suck Jack and made him come over my chest with a final hand job. This was my first truly erotic session which I had the luck to repeat with Jack several times later on until he moved away.

I would only ask if the banter back and forth indicates that would not be something not offensive to him. I've asked in the past and have both received the answer as well as "why does it matter - your inquiring about a massage".   Remember, if he's advertising on a massage site, it's about massage particularly for masseurfinder.  You can usually tell on RentMasseur if they are more extras focused (especially if they have a RentMen ad too).  

I have a friend who - let’s just say for the point of this anecdote - is older and fatter than gay civilization tolerates.
he has a regular engagement with a prominent provider in our geography. Their interaction is respectful, the provider encourages him to extend sessions, meet more regularly, tells him he enjoys it as well etc etc 
he also sees the provider popping up every so often on one of the online hookup apps. He initiated contact once not realizing who it was, and maybe the provider didn’t recognize him either, but he got an instant rejection being told directly he was too old and fat.
my friend sort of enjoys playing - so reaches out on the hookup app anonymously to tease the provider every so often. (I’ve told him not to as he may get caught out and it would kill his regular sessions that he enjoys). And gets abusive responses totally out of whack with the comms in their sessions.
anyway the point being when there’s a transaction involved most providers will relax whatever criteria they may have for hooking up with someone in their real lives. And that’s part of the point of the business model. 

The Ghost Masseur
When in San Diego, I try to go to a particular Chinese place, for a legit full-body.  Typically, I get a younger to middle aged guy, brush cut or flat-top, all fresh-off-the-boat, limited English.  I was in town, stopped by as usual, and I got this very... he looked like a late-30s to early-40s, starting to grey, Chinese surfer dude, complete with slightly wavy, near shoulder-length hair.  Gave me a leg-shaking, up on my knees, all around the hole--including hot breaths and possibly tongue flicks on it, massage.  He was milking me from behind, whispering in my ear, with NO accent, "Is this pressure working for you?", until there was a droplet, when had me get on my back, one hand reaching up to alternately tickle or apply pressure to the crack, while the other delivered the HE.  Asked him for his name at the end, and wrote it down for next time.  I went back about a month later, asked for him, and they had no idea who I was talking about.  I continually asked on the next couple visits, even asking them to look up my history, where they confirmed the name, but no one knew him, although they did have someone by that name at a different location, and they were especially confused when I described him.  One receptionists joked that it may have been another customer on his way out, but she couldn't find any info on the guy.

One of my favorite sounds…

A while ago, I booked a massage with and provider and the massage took place at his office. The provider had on really tight chinos and his pecs were definitely filling his polo shirt quite nicely. His price advertised was cheaper than those on rentmasseur and some masseurfinder ads so I just thought oh well no happy ending, but at least I’ll get a great deep tissue massage. 
At one point my right hand started falling closer to the edge of the table. His body moved closer to the table and then all of a sudden his crotch came in contact with my hand. I thought okay, this must be a fluke; we’re in his office. I slowly extended my fingers as if I were stretching it to test the water, curled it up slowly. If the provider is therapeutic only, he’d stop the massage and reposition my hand on the table, but nope, he kept at the massage and moved his package all around my hand and growing, trapped in his pants. I gently grabbed it and ran my thumb and index finger along the imprints of his pants. It was long, thick and hard. 
The massage stopped. I could hear his footsteps heading outside of the massage room and then a dead bolt click at his main office door. Oh my…. He came back and the sound of his pants coming off was hot. He walked over to the table and placed his cock (protected by a tight underwear) in my hand. I stroked it a bit and gave his cock some air by releasing it under one leg sleeve opening. Shit, it was thick af and pointing straight. A little more stroking and he slipped his underwear completely off.
He told me to turn on my back and once I did and got comfortable, he fed me that big cock he was working with. He continued to throat me and deep. It took a bit for my jaw/mouth to get used to his thickness, but it did. Every time my mouth engulfed his full shaft and his cock hit the back of my throat, he moaned passionately. With his cock fucking my throat and him jerking me off, it was a sensation I couldn’t fight long and I blew a huge load. He cleaned me up, I got dressed paid the guy, we made small talk about real estate in the area and that was the end of it.

https://www.boyfriendtv.com/videos/896664/japanese-massage-parlor/
Another installment in the Japanese massage parlor saga ....

The most surprising thing that could happen during a massage is actually getting a great massage 😂

Just saw that....afraid it would be too much hotness to handle 😀