I've always been straight, but as I spend so much time 'going solo' these days, I find that I have to make those fantasies become more and more extreme to help me get in the mood. They went from straight sex, to threesomes to girl on girl and eventually man on man.
Even though the fantasies were hot and steamy, they were only ever going to be fantasies, as I'm 50 years old and happily married for 30 years with 3 grown up kids. I couldn't risk getting caught, even if I had the confidence to approach someone of the same sex, which I don't.
All of this is true, but then last year whilst on holiday in the Maldives with my wife and friends, I had an opportunity to fulfil at least one of those fantasies. I decided to take relaxing to the extreme by having an all over massage.
I arrived at the cabin to be greeted by the masseur (called Joni) , who was a twenty something male from Sri Lanka who spoke very little English. I was looking forward to my first ever massage, and relaxed very quickly. Joni indicated that I should strip naked, then gave me a small, nappy like, piece of clothes which barely covered either my arse or my cock.
He then asked me to lay on the bed and then applied hot oils moving, around the table/bed from one side to another. I noticed he was pressing his cock against my hand, accidentally I think, as he had to get close to the bed to reach the whole of my back. I thought nothing of it at first but the longer the massage progressed, the more the feeling of his cock pressing against my hand was turning me on.
I deliberately started leaving my hand in place, at the side of the bed and he continued to press his cock against it. Even through the thick fabric of his 'skirt' (not sure what these man-skirts are called) I could feel he was semi-hard. After a while I started to rub the back of my hand up and down over his cock. There was absolutely no response from him. He didn't pull away, but he didn't resist either.
Whilst oiling my back his hands ran up and down my thighs and very close to the crack of my arse, turning me on even more. I was nearly frantic. The first time he got close I let out a groan and raised my arse towards his hand. He did the same movement a couple of times and I felt the tips of his finger graze my hole. He then said something to me, which I couldn't make out. I was worried I'd been found out and he was complaining about my conduct, but I then he motioned to me to turn over onto my back.
He walked away to get some more oil and I looked down to see I had an erection which was straining to get out of the 'nappy'. Before he turned and walked back, I pulled the fabric to one side, exposing most of my, rock-hard, 9 inch cock. I lay on my back and he proceeded to oil and massage my stomach, chest and neck. I saw him glance at my cock. Twice! He continued to lean against my hand, which just happened to fall down beside the bed, and I could tell his semi-erection was growing.
He then massaged my legs and thighs, getting very close to my balls, causing the escape of another groan from me. After a few minutes I found some courage and started slowly rubbing the back of my hand up and down, over his cock while it was pressed up against me. He made no effort to pull away.
For a second our eyes met: