56harrisond

This is an interesting thread. May I offer a slightly different viewpoint for the benefit of both providers and clients? Quite long ago I started going to a masseur who was openly gay but only offered therapeutic services. He allowed me to be nude and was very professional about ignoring my constant erection. We even joked about it. I teased him a little that a HE “would be our little secret” and he always had some smart-ass remark and then we’d laugh some more. But he never, ever did anything inappropriate- strictly legit. After a few months, his warmth, excellent skills and devilish grin started getting to me. He often talked about his partner and it was obvious that they indeed were in a committed relationship. But by then, the lust for the forbidden was getting to be too much. So late one evening, I was the last client and horny as hell. As I was attempting to get dressed with my boner still intact, I asked him “what it would take” for us to have a little fun. He made a joke and threw a towel at me.  I muttered something like, “dude, I would do about anything if you’d let me show you a good time - seriously, no one would ever know …” He didn’t say anything. And this is where I wish I’d stopped. But I continued on. I told him how hot he was (and he was damn cute) and all I wanted to do was have a little oral fun - with him as the receiver of my talents. He didn’t say anything. By now my brain was awash with crazy thoughts and I started telling him to just name his price. He didn’t say anything at first. I just wouldn’t stop. Then he walked over to me and took my hand. He told me that I wasn’t the first, and might not be the last. But his commitment to his partner was sincere. And while he no doubt would enjoy some fun, there was no way it was going to happen. He squeezed my hand, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. As he walked out the door, he said that the last 5 minutes never happened.
 
My limp dick and I left, and I felt like shit. Or worse. I had a standing appointment and when I came back for the next massage, he greeted me truly as if nothing had occurred. Over the next few months I still felt terrible so one day I called him, apologized one more time, and ended our relationship. He couldn’t have been nicer.  So gentlemen, sometimes our libido can get the best of us. Just be sure you know what you’re doing when you “reach out” to touch your provider.