"How are you feeling?" He asked, turning toward me. I gathered up my will and sat right next to Jonathan, clearly sending him a sign I was ready. With my second beer open, I felt like I floated into the living room with my knees weakened from my nerves. When I walked into the kitchen I realized that I was moments away from receiving the erotic massage I craved for as long as I could remember. I polished off my first beer and asked if it was okay if I helped myself. We made some small talk about the city, and what we did for a living. Jonathan invited me to sit down on a love seat across from him. "To trustworthy strangers," I added with a wink. "Definitely." He went to the kitchen, popped open two beers, and took one over to me. "Thanks! Let me take those beers from you. He swung the door open wider and I walked into a very nicely decorated, dimly lit living room with a massage table in the middle. I left the elevator, turned right and I heard a door being unlatched and before I could even compose myself Jonathan was opening the door standing in a bathrobe with his hair wait and freshly combed. I rode the elevator up to his floor after he buzzed me in, floor number 18 of a 23 story building. I picked up some beers in the bodega by his building with my heart beginning to creep into my throat. We agreed that I'd meet him at his place on the upper west side. Living in New York City, I felt fairly certain that hooking up with a guy and not seeing them ever again was a fairly good bet. I kept going back to his pics, and realizing that him being older and having a bit of a belly was a huge turn on-something staring from underneath his stomach, cock and balls got me super aroused.Īfter many emails back and forth, we agreed to meet up on a Friday night after my live in girlfriend was visiting her parents back in Ohio. He had a good looking face, a bit of a belly, and from his pics, at least 7 inches of manhood when fully erect. Jonathan was 58, had his own massage table, and was completely into giving massages and seeing where they lead to. Well, after combing through my inbox I settled on one guy in particular-Jonathan. Something about a 38 year old seeing a top male for a massage garners lots of responses-go figure. Needless to say, I received tons of responses.
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Well, to be completely honest, I wanted to do the exploring, the older man I fantasized would just need to be safe, patient, and willing to take control. I wanted an older male to give me a massage and be open to exploring more.