Florida massage

I'll say right away that I'm bisexual. But I have my own understanding and awareness of my bisexuality. I love girls like everyone else: on a spiritual and physical level. I have extensive experience having sex with girls. But from guys, I only need sex. Moreover, I'm quite picky when it comes to choosing a partner for this. I've always dreamed of a passive role with a tall, muscular guy with a big cock.

I prefer the passive role based on my physique: I'm a bit chubby. I don't have a fat belly or hanging love handles. I have thick legs in the thigh area, a plump butt, and my hips are also a bit large. At first, I didn't like this. Once, I even

asked one of my girlfriends about my physique. She told me I have a normal male body type. Either she was mistaken, or I was too critical of myself.

I spent a long time browsing the internet looking for hookups just for sex. There, I accidentally came across an interesting ad. In the USA, in the state of Florida, there's a woman — Mrs. Cole. She owns two massage parlors: a regular one and an erotic one for gays. According to the ad, foreigners could also apply for the job. Delighted by this turn of events, I decided to go.

I prepared thoroughly for the trip: I knew English perfectly, sorted out all the documents regarding my stay in the USA, bought lubricant and some other sex toys. I also made myself presentable: shaved my legs, removed hair from my pubic area and anus.

Arriving in the USA and completing some formalities regarding my health data, I met that very Mrs. Cole: a pleasant lady in her fifties, elegantly dressed and polite.

— Sir, are you here about the job at the parlor? — she asked me.

— Yes, — I replied.

— And did you receive the documents here about your health status?

— Yes, ma'am, here they are, — I handed her the folder. After quickly skimming the text, she set the folder aside and said:

— Well, your health is in order. Tell me, are you gay?

— Not exactly. I'm bisexual. I want the job to gain sexual experience.

— There aren't that many gays in this job. Mostly, guys like you. And everyone wants sex. Anyway, down to business. The massage parlor is outside the city. Tomorrow morning I'll take you there. The service package includes massage and sex. That's where you use your imagination. The clients are mostly pleasant young men. Like you, they won't be bored there. The salary for two months of work is four thousand dollars. Clients pay for the massage at our office. And, about the uniform — we have a rather bold dress code. Is everything acceptable to you?

— Of course, Mrs. Cole! — I said happily.

— Good. Rest for now.

The next day, I found myself at the massage parlor. A nice penthouse with a hall, a massage room, a shower, and a jacuzzi. Remembering Mrs. Cole's words about the dress code, I bought something that might interest clients — black thongs and a set of a black leather crop top and black leather tight shorts. Putting all this on, and also inserting an anal plug into my anus, which I bought before the trip, I walked around the parlor for about an hour waiting for a client. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I'd fuck myself.

A car horn sounded outside. My first client got out of a white Ford. He looked exactly how I wanted: a young guy, muscular, with short hair, and in a tracksuit. He knocked. I opened the door for him.

— Hi. You do massages here, — he asked, surprised by my outfit.

— Come in, — I said, breathless with delight, and walked in, swaying my hips. The guy liked my sexiness.

He went into the hall. I started playfully taking off his clothes. Already pulling down his underwear, I noticed his long, thick cock, gradually filling with an erection. My cock also got hard, but the tight shorts restrained it. I asked the guy's name, having given mine first. The guy said his name was Clive.

— You lie down for now, and I'll be right there, — I said to Clive.

I ran to the shower myself. There, I took off all my "uniform," grabbed a large bottle of massage oil, and started generously pouring and smearing it on myself. Carrying the bottle in my hand, I came out of the shower.

Clive was lying on the massage table. Approaching him, I could feel the oil sliding between my thighs and buttocks, and this excited me even more. Dripping oil onto my hands, I started the massage. With sensual movements, I massaged his arms, back, feet. I kneaded his toned, firm buttocks. Then I told Clive to turn onto his back.

Here I did the massage a bit hastily, wanting to sooner taste the veiny, oil-glistening penis. After jerking it off a couple of times, I finally took it in my mouth. I wanted to prolong this new and pleasant feeling: I sucked the penis, licked the head, even swallowed it along with his balls.

Clive was delighted with the blowjob and squeezed my butt. I didn't neglect my own cock either and jerked it off.

— Yeah, you're a very good slut, — Clive said cheerfully. Will you give me your ass?

— That's why you came here, — and with those words, I climbed onto Clive. We lay on the table hugging, sliding against each other. I didn't even notice how his cock ended up in my anus. Clive started fucking me. I was on all fours, experiencing pleasure unknown until that day. After about twenty minutes, we decided to change positions and went to the shower. There, Clive continued fucking my ass at an accelerated pace.

And then, when he fully inserted his cock, I came. An orgasmic shiver ran through my whole body. Cumming, I covered the glass shower door with semen. Then I squatted down and continued sucking. Clive came, and thick streams of hot semen splashed onto my face and into my mouth. The slightly sweet taste of semen pleased me so much that I licked the entire shower door clean. Later, we stood under the shower and washed the oil off each other. Clive even gave me a deep kiss. A kiss between men isn't as pleasant, but I had to get into the role.

Clive left, thanking me for the massage, and we said goodbye in a special way: he slapped my ass, and I licked the head of his cock.

During two months of work, there were eight more clients. Also young, and I fucked with all of them. But my first client remained in my memory as the best and most vivid.

Already on the plane, on the way home, I realized the trip was worth it. Next time, I'll go to the USA to fuck American girls.