BearMassageLuva

Posting a PSA for visitors to the DC area about two Korean spas within the Beltway, Parkside and Riverside. I alternate between the two - lots of action in the saunas and steam rooms. Parkside is newer and has much better facilities, but you should be more discrete and cautious. Riverside is much older, smaller, and a bit run down but more obvious cruising. Be respectful of the non-players (it's fairly obvious) and you can have a very nice time at both places. Enjoy!

Back when Craigslist was still around, I found an intriguing massage ad. The masseur's photos were hot, and I booked a massage session. I forget his name, but let's call him Tim. When I knocked at his door, he answered, and was jaw dropping HOT! As I entered the house, I heard the TV on in the living room. He pulled me to the side before we entered the living room, and said he had shared custody of his 10 year old son, who was watching TV. He said we would walk past his son, and go upstairs to the massage room, shutting the door of the massage room , of course, and proceed with the massage. UGH! AWKWARD!! I was going to leave, but Tim was smoking hot (in the Coast Guard). We walked past his son, who looked up, and his dad introduced me and said "Dmitri is my friend, and we are going upstairs to sign some papers" His son shrugged, and upstairs with Tim I went. We both stripped down, and proceeded to have a HOT massage session, all the time I could hear the TV on downstairs, knowing his son was down there. When Tim had his orgasm, he let out a loud yell that made the roof shake! I thought, signing papers is never this loud! After the massage was over, we got dressed, and Tim then grabbed a pile of papers and a pen from another room. As we walked through the living room, papers and pen in hand, the son said "Did you sign the papers, Dad?" And Tim said "Yes, the papers are all signed" (?) There was no awkward "moment"....the entire situation was awkward! I quickly left, and never looked back!

I’ve found masterbation solves every “male problem”.

Type A personality here (and mostly a forum lurker!) that truly enjoys giving up control for 90-120 minutes to someone else who is going to pamper me with human touch. The chance to turn my brain off and let someone else take control of what’s happening in a safe, welcoming environment is pure bliss to me.
 
It’s an escape from reality. Reality being that I’m not an Adonis, my body isn’t amazing, and I’m not coveted by the masses for what I have. Reality being that outside of the therapist’s room, I have 30 people all vying for me to pay attention to them, deadlines that require me to focus on a specific thing for too long, bills that need paid, floors that need vacuumed. On the table...none of that matters, because the brain switches off!

These stories, man... WOW.
 
My worst ever massage was supposed to be legit, then turned erotic, then turned really, really uncomfortable.
 
I was in California for work (before I moved here) and I set up a massage at the spa in my hotel. I was 100% not looking for an erotic massage, and in fact, I really needed the therapeutic benefit for my back. I was doing a lot of work travel and being constantly shoved into a tiny airplane seat was taking its toll. The person assigned to give me the massage was a pretty average looking guy. He didn't strike me as gay and seemed very professional. He was wearing the scrub-like uniform that this spa favored and quickly ushered me into the treatment room.
 
We briefly discussed my back pain, agreed to go with deep pressure and he stepped out of the room so I could get comfortable under the sheet and what felt like 7 layers of heated blankets.The massage starts and I was actually feeling super uncomfortable and sweaty because of all the heat. It turns out the table was also heated. I asked him to remove some of the layers because I was getting too warm. Eventually I was just draped with the cotton sheet which was perfect.
 
All was going fine until it was time for me to flip over. Once I was on my back his demeanor totally changed. It was like a switch had flipped and all of the sudden he was like super lax about draping, and kind of made these sex kitten noises while massaging me. Then he started adding somewhat erotic flourishes to the massage. I'm human, and so my cock got hard. And I'm a leaker. Now all of the sudden I'm leaking through the sheet. My boner is clearly visible under the sheet and the wet spot isn't doing anything to hide it.
 
The guy then slides his hand under the sheet and grabs my cock and jerks me off. However he had his eyes closed tightly, like super tightly clenched, and even is he didn't he wasn't even really facing towards my body, and he never pulled back the sheet. He seemed so afraid of my dick.
 
Anyhow, I blow my load and he sort of silently starts freaking out as soon as my cum touches his hand. He begins silently mouthing "OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO LOSE MY JOB" and "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED" and... "I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH". Uhhhh... OK. Then, he starts crying and sort of hitting himself in the head and calling himself "dirty and stupid" and saying shit like "help me Jesus". Meanwhile I am laying on the table slicked in sweat, cum-covered sheet stuck to me and really unclear what was going to happen next, but trying to console him, while figuring out where my robe is so I can get the fuck outta there.
 
I end up standing up, totally nude and saying (in a forceful whisper) "pull yourself together, work through whatever it is you're doing on your own time. Escort me back to the lockers, NOW." Which I guess is what he needed to get back on track. I got dressed fearing there was going to be a manager or security waiting for me on checking-out of the spa, but everything was totally fine.
 
Still one of the weirdest interactions in my life.

Easy to remember - it was my FIRST massage ever while a student at GW in DC! I was fully draped with a sheet - No idea what to expect - was zoned out enjoying the massage when I had my first spontaneous ejaculation WHILE FLACCID! I didn't even have a semi - so no tenting of the sheet.
 
I gave it no thought as it was just part of the energy flowing and swirling through my body -- NOTE! The masseur never went within 12" of my genitals! -- there was no external stimulation!
 
When he saw the wet spot on the sheet as my semen liquefied and soaked though, the Masseur lost it - started yelling at me and ended the massage right then! I was mortified as I didn't feel I had done anything wrong and he sure as hell had not stimulated me directly!
 
From that point forward I communicated up front - told the Masseurs that I ejaculated spontaneously (while flaccid) and went to Masseurs who would massage nude on nude. Spontaneous ejaculations were normal, during good massages, for me into my late 50s -- it is all energy!!!
 
NOW, I need some direct stimulation by the masseur:):)
 
I have never forgotten that first massage!