Just before graduation, we ended up hooking up off-base. Not sure how to explain the dynamics. Yeah, we had been drinking but we weren’t sloshed. What’s weird is that we ended up doing it two more times. I’m married now and so is he. We’re still friends on Facebook.” All a could focus on was my breath, and his breath. Both seemed more evident and I synched my breath with his. When it comes to written – rather than verbal – evidence of working-class queer lives, this is often ambiguous. For Stephen Hornby's last play, The Adhesion of Love, he researched a group of working-class men from Bolton who set up a Walt Whitman appreciation society in the 1880s. They entered into regular correspondence with America’s great queer poet – and two of them even travelled to New York to visit him. In the play, Hornby has inferred that the men were what we'd now call gay. "If we look at the record that does exist of the Bolton men’s lives with the assumption that they were heterosexual," he says, "we're just left with a lot of puzzles and unanswerable questions. If we flip it, and assume they were interested in men sexually and emotionally, then all those puzzles disappear, and all the questions are answered."

He also seemed nervous, but replied with "you should and can wear as much or as little as you are comfortable wearing."Feeling bored, the three of us decided to hang out in my room and play poker. One of the two dudes was out on campus. He offered to go down on me and the other guy as a bet. We thought he was joking but found out later he wasn’t.

Kelly had been my massage therapist for over a year now, and she was fantastic. She was beautiful and fun, and she gave a very thorough and erotic massage. Before you jump to conclusions, I should point out that she doesn't do a sexual massage. There is no happy ending. But she did have a sexy way with her massages that were arousing without being sexual. And I always left feeling refreshed and relaxed. No, keep going, I'm good," I said. In all honesty I would've preferred he was pushing a little lighter, but I knew it was better for the muscle, plus I didn't want to admit I couldn't take it. I shyly thanked Tom, and although he didn't say then (or at any time later) that he'd enjoyed it too he did say that it had been a while for him. Featured Content The Surprising Source of Unintended Toxicity Toxicity is almost always unintended.

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I knew that if he kept going I was going to explode. His words put me at ease. I smiled to let him know I was ready to continue. This massage turned erotic playdate was changing me. I felt more awake than I had ever felt before. It was a few days just before Thanksgiving and everyone had left campus to go home for the holiday, except for me and two other guys staying in the dorms. He must have caught me eyeing him because he laughed about it. Then, on the next night of his stay, he purposely made sure I saw it again. The rest is history. I was curious and strangely attracted to him. Only happened once and it is not something we’ve ever talked about.” And while the “release” or “happy ending” is quite common in certain corners of the massage world (Asian parlors are particularly famous for it), one doesn’t generally expect it at an upscale Manhattan establishment. Perhaps, as massage therapy goes mainstream, it’s simply harder for the agencies charged with governing its practices to keep a watchful eye.

At least five times, I ended up staying a little extra. It was always for a big tip. The best part was I didn’t have to do anything except pull my pants down and let them do their thing. It's always been like this for me, from affairs to massage parlours to swinging clubs to the dark web etc. I've seen and done most things. A bit about me. I've been married now for 9 years and with my current wife for 10 years. I was married before and am straight, always have been. I'm currently 44 years old and in decent shape for my age. Just before we left, he stopped by our camp and said he’d be visiting Chicago the next weekend. When I gave him my number, I knew exactly what I was doing. One time, at the end of a particularly hot session, she asked me to take her phone number and she said “next time, you call me to make sure I’m available. Promise me you won’t see anyone else”. We had a flirty texting thing for a few months and I saw her 3 more times after that. Each time she was at a different establishment and using a different name. She was so hot, we had amazing sex. Eventually she moved to another city and we lost touch.We ended swapping head in a utility room. It happened a few more times that summer – to the point where all one of us would have to do is say ‘utility room’ and the other guy knew what time it was. Be sure to take our poll at the end of this post. Have you had a gay experience? 1. AFTER A FEW DRINKS I had never been massaged by a man before so I was nervous, would it be uncomfortable? Would he be uncomfortable with any bodily response to his touch I may have? I knew he was gay, but he did not know that I was attracted to him. Maybe he did, maybe he suspected. I felt like I would be betraying my very conservative and catholic upbringing if I felt any sort of arousal, although I part of me knew it would happen. He seemed a bit nervous too. Was he concerned I would freak out and make everything uncomfortable?

I lay there panting, he moved away from me and we chatted idly. I took a shower and was drunk with sexual energy. It was an incredible experience and the only downside is that I'll never experience that first every again.

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There was a guy who was about my age (22) who I was strangely attracted to. Not sure if it was his build or what but I just I just know that I liked him. We ended up j-rking together in the meat freezer. The whole thing was over in less than 10-minutes (if that). After that, we did more stuff but not in the store.”