The flip-over is always tricky, particularly when all that separates you from full exposure is a rag the size of a postcard. Finally after probably the sixth session, he was finishing up by shaking my legs and pulling on them. How would it have made you feel if he wanted to converse with you about this, a private and very personal experience, in front of the others? It didn’t, and he continued chatting as he kneaded his way up my thighs, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the unauthorized no man’s land. She didn't make a huge deal of it but did comment that it kind of bothered her that I was sexual with someone else regardless of being woman/male.

I find that straight men want one thing when the book a massage- and that's not the thing you'd expect. I was put more at ease when he moved to my shoulders, safely away from the more vulnerable territories to the south. I put my hands under his sweater so I could massage his skin and there were points where I would massage his pelvic area and I could feel his pubes.

I told him I'll accept him for whom he is and to not take my rejection as a sign of the end of our friendship. When it was clear that he was about to blow, she finally did something that resembled showing that she was turned on.

I was in a similar situation (minus the massage and I was the straight dude) with a good friend of mine. what naughty things were running through my mind and I asked her what she would have done had I come and got her from the lobby and walked her into the room with me to see this studly guy standing there with all that glory. Had I done something to inspire this offer, or was it simply part of the normal package given to all male clients (like some perverse form of free underbody rust-coating)?An opportunity to satisfy men in more ways than one- and maybe even make a little extra money from it.

But because it involves a client, if I were one, I definitely would have a problem with my massage therapist talking about my session with someone, especially if its a personal one on one thing. I just really don't know what to do and I think it just makes me sad knowing that I can't be with him.and right when I heard that, "I took both my hands and started rubbing his feet to get them warm, he didn't seem to mind. I’m sure there are more students, but in this case there must be only one male working at the time I am getting the massage. well, in the 6th grade gym class (I guess the teachers thought as young men we needed showers after gym class), this was the 1st time I,d actually been naked around a bunch of guys. At this point, I had seen this guy a few times, he seemed pretty laid back, was polite as anyone could be and although I knew he wanted me to do more than just massage him - I wasn't into that because I'm straight.