First gay massage story

After a crazy month as an account manager in an advertising agency, I was nearing my limit. Working 16 hour days, no lunch breaks, exceptional stress levels, and a super demanding client were all combining to make me an absolute mess. At 36 years old, I was used to spending more time in the gym than my schedule had allowed me during this past month, and I felt that my muscles really needed to be woken up. Hours with a therapist I saw briefly a few years ago seemed to conclude that I was trying to fill some unspoken, subconscious void in my life with stupid amounts of work. I was definitely nearing my limits.

Always liked my son-in-law and find him very attractive. I'm embarrassed at how poorly my daughter treats him, and am amazed at the abuse he take from her. Yesterday I had a leak and called my daughter, who sent her husband over to my place to fix the problem. He politely did the job, but when he was finished, he was filthy. I told him he needed to take a shower before going home - and when he complained that he had no clean clothes to change into, I told him while he showered I'd launder his jeans and shirt, so he reluctantly agreed.

Well, I did it. I finally worked up the nerve to visit a male masseuse who was advertising on Craig list. When I started exchanging emails with him, I was trying to sort out whether or not there would be any action.

I settled onto the massage getting ready to relax for the next hour as I was to receive a deep tissue massage. I had been working out a lot recently after a bad break up, trying to get back into my old shape so was very sore. While I normally get a massage from one of a couple of attractive girls at the local salon in my town I had changed it up a bit this time do to how sore my muscles were. For the first time I would be getting a massage from a guy, one whom some friends swore by. I felt like the added strength of a guy would help to relieve me muscles more than usual, which I desperately needed.