This is the true story about how I, a straight man in his sixties, lost his virginity a few years ago to two younger men in a four-handed massage.
I was in a sexless marriage due, she said, to her health issues. I had been exploring gay massages on the Internet and found in a nearby town a massage service for men which hinted you got more than just a massage.
I texted to ask for a two-hour massage. I thought it might be interesting to have a "four-handed" massage. My heart was pounding as I sent the request, and again when they replied to confirm the time and date. I was totally straight -- I'd never even seen a man's penis since gym class as a teenager, when changing, and it never interested me at the time. Now I was desperate for some sort of release.
I'd made some sort of excuse to be away for the day, and after a week's waiting I travelled by bus to the town (I don't drive) and walked to the apartment block where the massage was to take place. I waited nervously, and was admitted into a very warm apartment by a man in his thirties in casual clothing. To my disappointment James was slightly effeminate in his speech (I prefer straight-acting men). He looked pleasant enough, if not a great looker, and was slim.
We talked briefly, and I nervously told him that I had had a prostrate operation (to be precise, a transuterine re-sectioning of the prostate) which meant that I couldn't ejaculate. I assumed that this would be useful information! He asked me to take a shower, and emphasized that there were bath oils available. I was so naΓ―ve I didn't realise that he'd have preferred me to use the bath oils, and that I ought to have taken special care with cleaning my rear.
When I came out, James said that his colleague would be coming along later. He was in his shorts by now. He led me into the room and left me to undress and lie face down on the massage table. He gently began to massage my naked body. It felt strange at first to be massaged by a man, but after a while I realised that it was just hands.