My name is Robert and I am now married to Ania, who I have written true stories about, but this story is about my first gay experience. While I was living in the West Country I learnt massage as a second income to my small business that I was running. It only took few lessons to learn massage and as I am sure you realise it good fun. Touching ladies and having fleeting touches in various places and they are never sure if it was on purpose, part of the massage or just an accident.
Anyway I put an advert in the local paper advertising a nice relaxing massage after the hard day at work. I had a few ladies phone up but I had one guy who phoned up and for some reason I thought it would be OK. So I arranged a time and turned up at his house. His name was George, medium height, slightly over weight, balding and he was in his early 50's. I arranged my massage bed in the middle of the room, pulled the curtains and dimmed the light.
I rubbed some oil into my hands and started the massage. George wanted his back massaged first, it was unusual as massaging the back relaxes you the most. First on one foot then the other working my way up his legs, all the time he kept on lifting his arse off the table and open his legs slightly. I didn't take any notice. I got to his shoulders and he started to breath louder. I had only massaged ladies up to this day and they just lay their and enjoy the feeling of the massage. Once again I didn't take any notice, as long as he was enjoying it the more I got paid usually.