Exploring My True Self

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The alarm on my phone blasted in my ear at 6:30AM. I quickly shut it off and just laid there staring at the ceiling for a while. The weekend was absolutely incredible, but now it was Monday morning and back to reality. I had to go to work in a couple of hours, although I had no clue how I was going to focus on anything. I couldn’t shake the events of the last few nights out of my head.

I rolled out of bed an took a long needed shower. I could feel the funk from the night before washing off me as the warm water washed over me. Randy. Gay? Who knew?!I thought to myself. I couldn’t believe I didn’t figure that out before, I guess I was too wrapped up in my own insecurities to even think about it. I really hoped we didn’t take it too far, I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. Then my thoughts went us in bed with Alex, and my cock grew hard. I was already running late so a quick jack off with shower gel would have to hold me until I got home tonight. I lathered up and lasted about two minutes before I shot my load onto the shower wall. I took the shower massager and sprayed the wall clean, turned off the water and stepped out. I dried off, brushed my teeth, and headed to the bedroom to finish getting ready.

I was getting dressed when I heard the text alert from my phone on the nightstand.

“We still friends ? ” came a text from Randy

“Closer than fucking ever! ” I texted back, my phone rang almost instantly.

“Good morning!” I answered Randy’s call

“What in the ever-living-fuck was that all about??! Dude, I seriously never even had a clue about you, when you moved out here I was scared shitless you’d find me out and that’d be it.”

“I had the same fear when I found out you lived here. I think I like what happened last night better.” I said “But, it was a little weird.”

“In a hot kinda’ way. Where the hell did you meet Alex? He’s so freaking hot!! Are you two a couple? I hope you didn’t mind me joining in! I can’t freaking believe that you guys….” Randy was rambling on

I cut him off “Calm the fuck down already!” I laughed “he’s just a fuck buddy I met at the bathhouse on Friday night, he’s so hot I couldn’t get enough.” As we talked, I finished dressing, poured some coffee into my travel mug and headed out to the garage to my Jeep.

“BATHHOUSE??!! You went to that place? Oh my god you’re gutsy! You gotta to take me there.” He laughed in response.

“We’ll talk about it all later. I’m just glad you’re cool with all this. You’re the only real friend I have out here, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Kevin, it feels so good to be able to talk to you about this stuff. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m ready for…you know…you and me….to…” He was struggling.

I butted in “Randy. We got caught up in the moment. Sex! That’s all it was. I think it’ll be fun to see what we can get into together, but I hope we can stay friends…just with some new, added benefits.”

“Thank you! I was afraid last night would mess things up for us.”

“Me too, but I think it just opened up some new doors for us to go through. I gotta get going. But I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up as soon as Randy said goodbye. When I pulled into the parking lot at work it was a little before 9:00. I worked at a small advertising agency and we had a team meeting every Monday morning at 9:00AM, this was just my second week, I couldn’t be late.

During the meeting I was assigned a new client and was informed that I had to fly to Vegas on Wednesday for an onboarding meeting and would be there for a few days getting to know the client and their business. Other than that, the work day was uneventful. I spent the day doing research on my new client and doing my damnedest to concentrate in work.

Alex checked in with me on Monday night to make sure all was cool between me and Randy and apologized if he had over-stepped his bounds. I assured him all was fine and thanked him for getting it out in the open. I also told him I hoped the three of us could hang out more, not just in the bedroom either.

“I’d like that, this weekend was fun. You’re sexy, and easy to talk too, and Randy is too. He seems like a good guy.” He said.

I told him about my upcoming business trip. I’d never been to Vegas before, and with my new-found sense of adventure I had a feeling I was in for one hell of a trip. I could hear the jealousy in his voice.

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This was my first business trip with the new company and I was determined to impress. The next couple of days went by quickly as I researched my new account and prepped the team for our trip. It would be me and two coworkers, I was leading the charge. I felt extremely confident by the time I got to our first meeting on Wednesday. I knew what we needed to accomplish, and had a plan for doing it, the first day of meetings went very well. We had dinner with our new clients and headed to our hotel at about 9:00.

They put us up at a hotel near the strip, and we all had private rooms (luckily, no sharing this time). I was lying in bed feeling tired and a little horny. No surprise there, I was so focused on work that I hadn’t even so much as masturbated since my quick shower jerk-off session almost three days ago. I pulled out my laptop and started perusing my usual Porn sites and I came across an ad for a gay massage site. I checked it out and looked up the local Vegas talent. Damn, there were lots of hot masseurs in this city! I started giving this idea some real thought. Most masseurs offered “sensual” or “Erotic” massages. Was that what it sounded like? Did that include a “happy ending” or possibly more? This was new territory for me, but I was horny, and sex delivered to my room sounded pretty awesome.

One ad caught my attention. There were several pictures of the guy. One of him standing in a towel by his table, another of him shirtless and sweating like he just worked out, another with him rubbing a naked guy on his table (in his underwear and shirtless of course). The guy reminded me of a barista I silently lusted over back home. Rugged good looks, tattooed, muscled, a “rough-trade” kind of guy, but definitely hot. He had several 5 star reviews on his profile all claiming that he was “hotter than his pictures” and gave a great “stress releasing” massage. They didn’t come right out and say anything about sex, but if I was reading between the lines. His rate seemed reasonable, and honestly what’s the worst thing that could happen? I end up with a great massage and blue balls, then jack myself off and go to bed. Sounds like a nice Wednesday night, actually.

After weighing the pros and cons, I talked myself into giving it a try. I nervously texted him.

“Hi, this is Kevin, I’m in Vegas on business, saw your ad on hotmassageguys.com and was wondering if you were available tonight?”

 He responded almost instantaneously. “Hey Kevin, this is Mike. Yeah, I’m available for the rest of the night. Where are you staying and what are you looking for?”

 I gave him the name of the hotel and told him I wanted a one hour erotic massage.

 “Sounds great, I’m not far from you and can come over whenever you’re ready. My outcall rate is $175.”He sent along a full body and face picture of him in just a jockstrap. Damn, this guy was hot.

 Oh shit, what do I do? I didn’t think he’d respond and hadn’t thought this all the way through. I didn’t really expect him to say yes. I basically had two choices, stop texting, block him and pretend it never happened, or spend the $175 and see what happens. I chose the latter and texted him my room number.

“Great!” He texted back. “I’m looking forward to meeting you Kevin. Give me about an hour to shower and get to your place. See you then!”

 My heart was pounding with excitement as I went to the bathroom to clean up for any possible scenario. I cleaned myself out and showered. The next hour was hell as I regretted my decision, then got beyond excited about it, then regretted again. Sure, this was a fantasy of mine, but could I really go through with it? I wasn’t sure what to feel, but I finally landed on excited. I pulled on a pair of light cotton gym shorts (san underwear of course), laid down on the bed and waited for him. I was beyond excited by the time he knocked on the door almost exactly one hour later.

I answered the door in just my shorts, and there he stood with a backpack hanging over one shoulder, and a folded massage table leaning against his hot body. His pictures didn’t do him justice. This hot tattooed guy obviously spent his days in the gym.

“Kevin?” He said with a stunning smile as he held out his hand “Hi, I’m Mike”

“Hi, Mike. Come in” I stammered as I tried to be cool about this. He grabbed his table and moved through the door.

“Is this your first massage?” He asked I nodded thinking “well, my first erotic massage with a hot guy…yes.”

There’s nothing to be nervous about. I’m glad you called.” He said in a very confident, welcoming tone as he set his backpack down on the chair. He then started to unfold his table. I gave him a hand. Once the table was set-up he covered it with a clean white sheet.

“Why don’t you take off your shorts, climb up on the table, and we’ll get started.”

I did as he directed, trying to hide y obvious hard-on. He removed his own shirt revealing a hard muscled, totally hairless torso. His colorful tattoo’s took center stage as he reached in his backpack and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. He was truly beautiful.

“Are there any problem areas you need me to concentrate on?” He asked

Oh,this is going to be a legitimate massage. I thought to myself, then I told him it was a long day with a lot of walking and all my muscles were a little sore, especially my lower back and legs. He went right to work. I could hear him squirting oil from the bottle, then rubbing his hands together to warm it up. He started working on my shoulders from the head of the table.

“How’s the pressure?” he asked. “Perfect,” I replied. He kept working on my shoulders then moved lower down my back expertly rubbing in a circular motion with his warm, soft hands. I was really enjoying it. He went up and down my back a few times. It felt awesome, happy ending or not, this was worth it.

We were probably about ten minutes into it when he moved to my left side and started working down my back toward my buttocks, “You’ve got a great ass” He said quietly, and I let out a shy “thank you.” He started kneading my ass cheeks expertly. A moan of appreciation escaped my lips. He continued to knead my ass with his warm, oily hands for several minutes, running his hands down my crack, grazing my hole with his fingers every now and then. My sphincter contracted in response showing my approval and shamelessly begging for more. He would then move down and lightly touch my balls before moving back up to my ass. He did this over and over. I kept moaning and pushed my ass up to meet his fingers each time they grazed my hole.

He must’ve spent half of our time on my ass, all the while complimenting me on how firm and perfect it was. I loved the attention and did my best to encourage him by letting loose little moans and pushing back against him in response to his touch. He got the hint and became bolder with every stroke. He moved down my left leg and back up again. When he got to the top he lifted my leg up toward my back to stretch me out, holding it there and exposing my semi erect cock to the cool air. He put my left leg down, moved to the other side of the table, and did the same to my right leg. Before he put my right leg down he reached under, grabbed my cock and pulled it underneath me so it was facing downward under my balls. Exposed.

He stepped away from the table and I heard some shuffling, he moved back into place massaging up my legs, touching my balls and lightly stroking my cock when he reached the top. I lifted my ass to give him better access. He stroked my rock hard cock with one hand while he ran the fingers of his other hands up and down my ass crack. I was hard as a rock when he let go of my cock, bushed my ass back down and moved to the head of the table.

He stood in front of me again. This time I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned against the top of my head while he worked on my back again. He kept pushing his hardening cock against my head. Suddenly, I felt his hard dick rub against my left cheek, he had shed himself of his shorts and was working naked above me. I turned my head as he rubbed himself against my lips, I instinctively stuck out my tongue and licked it.

Damn, this was getting hot. His dick was girthy and felt long as he rubbed it up and down my tongue and waiting lips. I opened my mouth and accepted his manhood willingly as he steadily pushed it all the way in until his hairless balls were hitting my chin and my nose was buried in his perfectly trimmed bush. I inhaled his scent, soap mixed with man sweat, I fucking loved it.

“That’s it. Suck that big cock, that’s why you texted me. Isn’t it?” He said softly as he pressed my head onto his hard pipe with his left hand. I just kept devouring his tool in response. He took his right hand and reached down to my ass inserting his oily, index finger. In and out he moved it eventually adding his middle finger while I blissfully suckled on his pole.

Just as I was getting lost in ecstasy, he pulled his hot dick out of my mouth and his fingers out of my ass, patted my butt and whispered, “Time to turn over, stud.” I willingly flipped over and scooted down the table as he removed the face cradle.

He went back to the head of the table, leaned over and started to massage my chest rubbing his hands down my stomach, and lightly touching the sides of my dick. All the while his hard-on was pushing against my head. Suddenly, he climbed on the table and engulfed my entire 8 inches in his hot, wet mouth and planted his uncut magnificence down my yearning throat. My hands grabbed is his firm, but meaty glutes pulling him deeper while my fingers played with his hole. W settled into a steamy sixty-nine and soon he was face fucking me, choking me with that thick, uncut cock while my hips bucked up to give him the same treatment.

Suddenly he shifted positions and was squatting over my rock hard cock while he looked directly into my eyes. Without a word he sat on my waiting cock and slid down. Lower and lower until his rock-solid muscle ass rested on my pubes.

I stared at his ruggedly handsome face. While he impaled himself on me. I saw the pain, then pleasure, then pure bliss overcome this muscle stud. I don’t know what was making me hotter, his hot hole tightly grabbing and releasing my manhood, or knowing that it was my dick that was giving him pleasure.

He expertly worked my cock with his ass, moving up and down then in a circular motion. He threw his head back and looked to the ceiling, moaning and reveling in unadulterated pleasure. I could feel the pressure building in my balls and making its way upward. “Shit, I’m gonna cum” I said in a gruff rasp that came from deep within me. He looked down on me and said, “You’re damn right you are and I’m coming with you,” He started stroking himself furiously as I shot stream after stream into his hungry ass. His first stream came with a yelp and hit me in the face, I opened my mouth hoping to catch some. When he saw me trying to catch his cum he aimed his dick at my mouth and the next streams were all mine.

He slowed down his pace and eventually just sat on my groin with my dick still buried deep inside him. Both of us trying to catch our breath. He climbed off me and there was a little “pop” as my softening dick left the comfort of his hot ass. He went the bathroom and came back with a wet towel and started to clean me up. I just laid there. He dropped the towel to the floor and asked, “how was your first massage.” I looked at him still breathless, I was speechless. He just laughed and said “good!”

As he dressed and gathered his things, I grabbed the money from my wallet and put it on the nightstand. I included a huge tip. We made small talk as I helped him with his table. He discretely grabbed the money from the table as we headed toward the door and hugged goodbye.

Wow! As soon as the door shut, I jumped onto the bed, grabbed my phone off the night stand and called Randy “Hey, how’s the trip going?” He asked, “You won’t believe what I just did……” and I told him everything. I could hear the excitement in his voice as he relived it with me.

It was awesome to be able to share my dirty little secrets with someone else.