I (31, 5ft10, white guy, nudes on profile) have always been into straight guys, particularly selfish and lazy ones. I started my sexual explorations as a cocksucker but over time and sought new ways I can offer pleasure. Everyone mentioned in this story in over 18.

When I was living in Boston, I made a visit to NYC and stayed in Chelsea. I felt sore and decided to go for a massage, and—I can hardly believe I was this naïve—the place turned out to be a happy ending parlor. The guy was really good and had these amazingly teasing hands that had me hard, leaking and begging for release. 

So on returning to the relatively lifeless city of Boston, I decided to take up massage so I could offer this pleasure to straight guys. I started advertising on Reddit subs, and would also approach guys who posted hot gym selfies and so on and offer a free massage. I’d say I was giving maybe 3 massages per week, and had an incredible run of fratty university dudes and more blue collar guys. 

Often they were very nervous, but I’d do my best to put them at their ease. I found I totally loved the feeling of having a compliant muscly body to work with.  

I’d start with their upper back and shoulders. Then I’d straddle them and work their lower back. Then do their legs, teasingly upwards and inwards on their thighs. I’d kneel on the bed and use my knees to make a cradle to lift their leg and rest their knee between mine, so one leg was elevated higher. This would expose their inner thigh and hole more, and their balls would be dangling down. At this stage, I could really get into teasing them, and making them leak. 

When I felt they were horny enough, I’d flip them over. Even the ones who said they wouldn’t all ended up taking the happy endings. Depending on how much I liked them, I would lick their cum off their stomachs and chests, as my reward. Sometimes I’d enjoy seeing an instant post-nut clarity, and a look of shame, as they scrambled to get dressed and leave; I’d think, “they’ll be back when they’re horny again”, and they often would be a week or two later.

Since moving to NYC, I took classes to improve my technique and bought a table. I’ve become pretty good, and have had lots of practice. Sometimes three guys per day, on average 5 per week over the last year, so maybe 250? That’s a lot of happy endings when you add it up. The weekly laundry is excessive, and I wonder if people are suspicious in the basement why I have so many towels to wash and fold. 

I do this for fun, and never charge, I just enjoy giving pleasure. Though sometimes regulars offer to tip, I think so they can dictate a bit more when they visit to make it more convenient for them. But I don’t want to get into that. I am more about the enjoyment of being sub.  

I think my favorite was an Ivy League freshman who was just simply perfect to look at. Blond hair, smooth baby face, developed, well-shaped body, fat uncut 7.5 inch dick. I spent two hours on him and he shot over his head. Actually, I have a few other favourites, from the cop to a pro footballer. Manhattan is a city of opportunity.

I’ve found a new market in offering prostate massage too, and that’s opened up (pardon the pun) a different type of straight guy who is angling for some back door play but doesn’t want to ask a girl to do it. Virgin straight hole has become a bit of a fetish for me, and how it eases open over a number of sessions.

I have a major crush on the 19-year old front desk boy in my building and I think he must form some judgments as to why so many men arrive for an hour and leave looking disheveled. I am trying to work up the courage to offer him one, but I don’t know how yet. Maybe one day soon. Any tips, DMs are open.