My first gay massage

What is your First Time Gay Encounter?

Have you ever experienced a moment of total happiness where all else simply vanishes? When will those strange &#;feelings&#; make whole sense?&#;

This is about the initial discovery of something deeply personal and transformative &#; the &#;Gay Encounter.&#; For gay individuals, this initial realization can be an eye-opening journey toward self-acceptance, prompting a desire to divide their truth with the world.

Alternatively, it might be a challenging life they&#;d rather go away behind. However, it&#;s an unforgettable moment, regardless of how it unfolds.

First Gay Encounter

As expressed by one of our contributors: &#;That was the moment I understood that my gay individuality wasn&#;t just a part of who I am, it was the essence of me. We bring together a collection of stories about first queer experiences from other perspectives. These narratives range from first kisses to more profound encounters, common by our friends as they recount their most personal memories.

Take a moment to relax and explore these truthful, sometime

First experiences in gay male massage

Below are two stories shared by one of our clients and the founder of Touch of London, respectively. What connects them? New beginnings. In the first story, a client has his first massage experience. In the second one, a male lover male massage agency comes into being.

First gay massage experience

Told us by one of our clients, who prefers to stay anonymous. Would you like to share your experience? Please write to us and let us know whether you are happy for your story to emerge on site.

I had had massage before, of course. While on holidays, when recommended by my healer after a bicycle accident, and just to relieve stress. The only difference was that I was massaged in a strictly clinical way, and often by a woman. This was going to be something entirely different…

I would not describe myself as socially relaxed in general, and finding myself naked in a room with a handsome stranger was a pleasant prospect, of course&#;but also a daunting one. The first age I booked was even before I arrived in London. A friendly voice on the other conclude took

In a previous post, I mentioned that at the end of June I had a decline while doing yard work that caused me so much pain that I kept going to doctors and physical therapy for two months trying to figure out what was wrong. I was diagnosed with a pulled muscle, pinched nerve, whiplash and/or cubital tunnel syndrome. Luckily the pain is now manageable and I am daily thankful that I am able to once again sleep and go to the gym. I also never have to listen to anyone complain about their aches and pains from gardening ever again. &#;Oh my knees are sore from weeding!&#; or &#;Oh my back from raking!&#; Bitch please, when you&#;ve given yourself whiplash while doing chores, then we&#;ll talk. At the time I was in the most pain, I shelled out some cash for a Groupon for a pain management massage, and the soonest evening appointment I could get was yesterday.

I treated the massage like a date, but one where I&#;m going to end up naked at the end, without dinner first. Who does that? I contemplated shaving my chest but then I&#;d look like the Pillsbury Doughboy with razor burn. So instead

Every Sat, my buddy and I go to the local farmers market and have a few slices of the best pizza in the universe. On the lower level, they also have a minute massage place, and if we both had a tough work week, we occasionally go get massages. Just the little $10/10 minutes sitting the massage chair type thing, nothing exotic of full body or anything. So we go, and my buddy goes first. One of the women there starts on him. Now, I go to the counter, and am asked if I want to linger until my friend is done, or have Ray work on me. Instinctively, I said "I&#;ll wait" and went to perch down. A minute later Ray was done with his first client, and was available. And so I thought about it for a second, and realized, what the hell is wrong with me? Am I so f&#;n insecure with my masculinity/sexuality to let a trained professional provide a service I am paying for? Am I that much of a close minded asshole to actually position here and wait for the woman to conclude instead of using the guy who was free right now? I signify, I like to