It had been about three months since my previous and only visit to Mike the male masseur in Walthamstow Village in East London. During that time apart from one visit to Chariots the gay sauna in Shoreditch I had been strictly straight. Strictly straight, but not strictly faithful to Kelly my wife of just over fifteen years. But then I doubted that she was strictly faithful either as she travelled quite a bit during that time and seemed to be accompanied everywhere by Mark one the freelance trainers she employed. It seemed near to inconceivable to me that she would spend many nights in hotels or training centre with him and sleep in her own bedroom every night!
We both knew that the other played away, but we never discussed it; maybe a bit head in the sand, but it worked for us. Also, although she knew from the two threesomes we had with two different guys, that I had some bi tendencies that was never raised.
These tendencies that had become increasing strong over the past few years had prompted me to visit a gay sauna several times where I had become increasingly daring. Starting with giving and receiving hand relief, although that took me four visits to achieve the first time I had gone on to oral where I had been sucked to several orgasms, two being where he kept me in his mouth as I cum. I had returned the favour a few times but not to the point where I let anyone cum in my mouth although I welcomed a couple cumming on me with one specifically asking to cum on my face. In the excitement of the moment it seemed a good idea, but later washing the spunk out of my eye I was not so sure
I had still not gone all the way, but I had come close to it a few times and in my heart I knew that it was just a matter of time. In my messing around at the sauna I had been asked several whether I was a bottom or top and at first I had no answer. Gradually though I recognised and acknowledged that emotionally I was more likely to be a bottom.
A guy I got to know at Chariots had given me the phone number of Mike the male masseure and I had arranged a massage partly, deep down, in the hope that he would fuck me. I more and more saw this as an inevitability and as I did that so I wanted more and more to have my cherry plucked. But the sauna although clean and well run with most of the punters being impeccably well behaved was rather sordid and doing such a momentous thing as being fucked in my arse there did not sit comfortably with me. However, I did not know anyone who could supply such a service and picking up a guy in a gay bar or club had no appeal. Mike seemed the obvious answer.
The first time I went there he gave me a great massage and as he moved that onto fondling my perineum, cupping my balls and stroking my cock he slipped his shorts down and let me suck his awesome cock. He didn't cum, but gave me a magnificent orgasm and suggested that if I wanted the de-luxe package next time he would cum and implied that he would fuck me if I wanted him to, well I was pretty sure that he implied that he would.
The night before my next appointment with Mike, Kelly was home from a three day trip to Manchester. Almost before we had finished dinner we were making sexual innuendos and I got her to remove her blouse and bra as we ate. Whether it was guilt on my part for what I was about to do tomorrow or on her part for what I imagine she had done in Manchester, I have no idea, but we had some really amazing sex.
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When I phoned to make the appointment I had tried reminding Mike about my last visit and although he was polite I doubt he remembered me.
"You mentioned about a de-luxe package Mike?"
"Yes I have several."
"Like to describe them?
"Sure, the most popular is we shower together then I massage you in the nude."
"What you?"
"Yes of course, ok?"
"Brilliant."
"It's a thirty minute massage then you massage me, but we do that on my bed and not the massage table."
"You mentioned that you would cum."
"Yes I do and will cum wherever you want me to."
"What choices do I have," I had asked my cock hardening as we spoke."
"In your hand, anywhere on you, in your mouth or, for another fifty, up your bum."
"How much is the whole package."
"Two hundred."
So as I parked my car right outside his neat little house I knew exactly what was on the agenda and boy was excited.
That excitement had been with me since talking to him on the phone when I had become erect and I had shoved my jeans down. As he explained the de-luxe package I had started to rub myself and just after he had told me that he would cum up my arse and we had rung off I exploded and soaked the pair of Kelly's white, satin panties that I had been stroking myself with.
Mike's a tallish guy just over my six one, he's good looking without being strikingly handsome and being German he has a Teutonic blondeness and upright bearing. From my previous experience I knew that like me he had a toned and muscular body, carried no extra weight and, unlike me, had an awesome, around eight inch and excitingly thick cock. As he showed me in and walked up the narrow stairs behind me the thought of that sliding up my arse both aroused and scared me.
"So you want the de-luxe do you James?" He asked as we stood in what he called his studio, but in reality was his massage room.
"Yes Mike, yes please," I replied probably with a shaking voice.
"All of it?"
"Does it include sex?" I rather stupidly asked.
"But of course James, what did you have in mind."
Usually I am a pretty composed and cool guy and can handle most situations without losing control. But here with Mike a gay or at least very bi masseur talking about sex I was so out of my depth that I had no control. He had it all and to be truthful, I think that is what I wanted. I felt submissive to him and although I was undecided on being a top bottom or versatile I felt that I wanted him to control and direct me, perhaps even dominate me.
"Er, um well to be truthful Mike I want to be fucked."
Moving closer to me, he put his hand on my cheek leaned forward and said.
"Well babe you have come to exactly the right place."
The kiss was as unexpected as it was exciting and arousing. He pulled me to him and ground his stomach against mine as his arms went round me and his found and squeezed the cheeks of my arse. His lips writhed against mine and his tongue probed deep into my mouth. I had, of course, kissed guys before at Chariots, but that was with total strangers. Although Mike also was a stranger and one I was paying to 'service' me, it somehow seemed more intimate and personal. I had for some time yearned to meet a guy outside the saunas and perhaps go on a date, dinner maybe then have sex together and this was more like that.
He broke the kiss just as I was starting to harden.
"Mmmmm nice James, where did you learn to kiss guys like that?"
"Well Chariots I suppose that's the only place I have kissed a guy. You know it?"
"Yes I went there a few times," he said smiling and adding. "They taught you well."
