I was recently divorced and it had been over a month since I had been with a woman but I had never been attracted to a man and I considered myself totally straight.
My body was relaxed yet paradoxically excited and I was confused about what my homoerotic thoughts meant about my sexuality. Hank’s hands felt wonderful and I let out several sighs and low moans as he expertly worked my feet.
He wore a wedding ring and appeared to be a straight family man so I had no idea what the impetus for my odd and totally uncharacteristic fantasies was but my fully erect cock was pinned between my body and the massage table as he started rubbing my feet and legs. Hank was a clean cut, good looking guy in his mid to late 30’s with salt and pepper hair and a fit athletic body. I needed someone to work out the kinks in my back and neck so I agreed to keep my appointment. Dani was a complete professional and gave a great Swedish massage but she had called out sick and Hank was the only masseuse available. My appointment at the salon had been with Dani, a pretty brunette who usually took care of my stress and back pain. I hadn’t planned on getting a massage from a man and I had never done so before.
