Lingam Massage

Lingam Massage

 

What is it?

You might not have heard of this particular massage, but it is increasingly gaining prominence in the Western world due to its relaxing and elevating nature. 

Lingam massage specifically targets the male genitalia. “Lingam” which means penis in Sanskrit, is an important element of tantric practice.

While the more common Tantric massages follow the same principles, Lingam massage is designed to provide the ultimate relaxation, pleasure, and stress reduction without ejaculation

While it’s often considered an erotic act, the lingam massage is so much more that. It provides multiple health benefits and enables a deeper connection and understanding of your masculinity and body.

History

Derived from the Indian tantric practices, and later new religion philosophy Neotantrism, the lingam massage is often used as a connection to the ‘spiritual feminity’ inside all humans, which enables men to feel a deeper connection with the body, and with the act of sex, just like women do in sexuality, than they believed possible.

When the body experiences deeper stimulations and pleasures than just the superficial ones, it is better able to function and become ‘whole’, which is what tantric practices focus on. 

Taking bodily pleasures to have a spiritual meaning is what is highlighted in such massages historically. 

Also, to be considered physically and spiritually healthy, sexual health is considered just as important, and lingam massage is a way towards it. 

Benefits

Full body relaxation, stress relief, and muscle relaxation are all important benefits of lingam massage. The penis is treated with respect and care as any other body part and stimulated not for sexual pleasure, but the deeper pleasure of the whole body, stimulating the release of hormones such as adrenaline, oxytocin, endorphins, all of which are very important for good physical and emotional health. 

The hormone testosterone is also stimulated in the body as a result of the lingam massage, which provides masculine support and promotes male sexual health.

Problems associated with the male genitalia, such as premature ejaculation, or erectile dysfunction are also combated and can be improved, even treated, through the lingam massage. This is because the massage aims to improve body stimulation, blood flow, and muscle regulation in the penis, scrotum, and surrounding region. Men that have problems with such issues can benefit from this massage, and it can even be used as an alternative and complementary treatment to medicine. 

Another health benefit of the lingam massage is the improved sexual stamina that comes from it. Since the aim of the massage is stimulation and relaxation without ejaculation, the massage can help with control, agility, and body awareness.

Practice

While the massage is very straightforward, there are some techniques that are specifically designed by masseurs for greater benefit, many deriving from ancient Sanskrit texts as well as modern medicine. 

The lingam massage involves many different hand movements, positions, and motions that have added benefits for the male genitalia. Finger motions, tapping, and gliding movements are all practiced. 

The lingam massage might not be widely practiced by many massage companies due to the extra care required to be practiced by the masseuses, along with the fact that many clients might feel uncomfortable with the process.

The process

When you go for a lingam massage, there might be some rules and regulations in place that should be abided, depending upon the company’s policies. Generally, some guidelines are in place for the comfort of both the client and the masseur. 

The most important thing during a lingam massage is the client’s comfort. You will be placed in a comfortable room, with music or fragrances that you may find comforting. You can choose to have these removed, or changed accruing to your preferences. If the body is not properly relaxed and comfortable, the massage may not work, or provide the benefits expected. Try to relax your body, making sure that you are comfortable with your surroundings, and let the masseur guide you through the process.

If at any point you feel uneasy, just let your therapist know, and they will adjust according to your choice. You can let them know beforehand as well if you are anxious about any part of the process, and ask any questions you might have to ease your doubts. You should also let them know if you experience any problems with your sexual activities so they can help you in the best way.

Your therapist will talk to you gently throughout the massage, asking you what feels right, and getting your permission for a movement they are going to do that may be new to you. It is important to maintain your comfort level during the massage, but it is also important to let your therapist guide you through the massage as they know the effective tricks and techniques that work. 

A session usually takes fifteen minutes and can go up to a maximum of thirty minutes for those more experienced with the practice.

At the end of the lingam massage, you will feel relaxed and energized at the same time, and also be hyped on all the positive energy stimulated in your body, making you feel much more connected with your body than before. 

It is important to try and work to receive a lingam massage without climax to achieve the full benefit of the practice, but this may not always be possible on your first visit, so monthly lingam massage to build up to that may be beneficial.

 

2 Guys 1 Masseur

2 Guys with 1 Masseur
An erotica story of two guys with one male masseur.

It was 11:45. Roman was sitting in a leather chair in the foyer, his deep brown eyes scanned the room, awaiting his masseur for his 12 o’ clock appointment. He was a 40-something year old male with sleek, lustrous hair the colour of dark chocolate, and what appeared to be an well-built body hiding under his made-to-order suit. Roman was a powerful businessman who dealt with high tension situations on a daily basis and this massage room was the only place he could ever successfully find release. It was currently his lunch break, and he made it a practice to visit this hidden jewel of Manchester once a week.

Unlike Roman, this was Quinn’s first appointment. The parlor was suggested to him by a friend that had a ‘life-changing’ experience. The 25 year old male didn’t have much reason for a massage appointment other than to treat himself. He was single, had no children, and worked at a clothing retail store for the discount. For him, this would just be another new experience that he could add to his long list of firsts.

It was now 11:58am. Roman lifted his head as he heard footsteps approaching the entrance hall, but it wasn’t his masseur. It was just some thin-bodied looking boy with grey-dyed hair and black framed glasses. Roman would be lying if he said it didn’t find the guy somewhat attractive though. He liked the carefree demeanour the young man seemed to carry himself with, and the collage of tattoos that ran down his left arm. The youth reminded him of the way he was before he took on a serious career. Adventurous. Ready to explore.

A few moments later an attractive nude masseur walked into the room. His face immediately dropped upon seeing both gentlemen seated in the lounge area.

“I am so sorry.” he started as he walked over to the front desk to check his scheduling book. “It seemed I must have accidentally double booked this session. If either of you are willing to wait, I would be happy to discount your session”

Both of the men looked at each other and then back at the masseur.

“That won’t work for me. This is my only break in the day.” Roman replied.

“Well,” said the masseur looked at the scheduling book again to find the young man’s name, “Quinn, would that work for you if you came in at a later time?” The young man looked over toward the attractive older man sitting to his left..

“I guess…” he shrugged, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind just watching it at the same time either, or is there anyway you could do us together?”

The businessman nodded his head as he thought over the prospect. He wondered if the man beside him understood that this was a naturist massage for gay men, and that they would all be naked and exposed during the experience. He then addressed both of the men in the room.

“Well, as long as everyone’s comfortable. That would be fine with me.”

A look of desire rushed onto the masseur’s face.

“Great. Follow me.” he said as he headed up the stairs.

The room was spacious and had a soothing atmosphere. Both of the men, undaunted, began to undress in front of each other. Quinn tried to fight his urge to stare as Roman began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his rippling, broad shoulders and taut abdominals. The masseur turned calming music on in the background while the two bare-skinned clients made their way onto the massage tables that were lined up parallel to each other.

The masseur stood in between both of the gentleman, and poured a generous amount of coconut oil onto the palm of his hand before rubbing them together. He started with Quinn, making sure to catch every knot and tense muscle that he could find on the man’s slender frame. Roman breathed deeply as he enjoyed the sight of the two bare-skinned men as the masseur spread the thick oil along the man’s body with trained focus. Quinn grinned to himself with satisfaction as he felt Roman’s eyes exploring his body. He moaned lightly as the masseur ran his dexterous fingers up and down his taut body, enjoying the rush of knowing that the man next to him was watching his every move.

The masseur then turned to Roman, and began performing the same stimulating manoeuvres. He placed a firm hand on the back of the man’s neck, kneading away at his tight muscles and then slowly moving lower down his back. Quinn turned his head toward them and watched while the masseur rubbed the tense businessman down with a sense of artistry that he had never witnessed before. He tried to resist touching himself, as he felt the tip of his cock throbbing in excitement.

“Would you like another pair of hands?” Quinn asked, finally unable to control his want to place a firm grip on Roman’s perfectly built body. Roman looked up at the masseur, unsure of the boundaries for the massage, and the masseur explained that it was perfectly fine as long as they both felt it was therapeutic.

After obtaining consent, Quinn lifted his oiled body from the massage bed, and instructed Roman to lay on his back. He grazed his fingers along the man’s muscular thighs and down the sides of his legs. The masseur began to rub the man’s feet, while Quinn took the upper half. The combination of the rich sensations was enough to make Roman want them both to take him right then and there, but they both continued to take their time, being deliberate with every motion.

Quinn began to move up along the man’s body, playing with his nipples. Nibbling at them with his teeth, licking them gently, and feeling them harden against his tongue. He smiled to himself as he felt Roman’s subtle breaths becoming heavier while he continued licking and nibbling all the way back down his chest down to his inner thigh.

Quinn was becoming more excited, and his licks became heavier and wetter. The act was so messy, so wet, so hot. Spittle began running down Roman’s inner thigh and toward the crack of his tight, round butt. Quinn began to press his tongue against the rim of his ass, moving in tight fluid circles with his savvy tongue.

The masseur continued to work the man’s entire body, moving from his feet back up to the delicate spots on his neck, driving him wild with his gentle caresses. The stark contrasts between Quinn’s ravenous tongue and the masseur’s trained touch sent Roman over the edge. He let out a labored groan and a large, hot load of cum began to shoot out of him and onto Quinn’s fair, porcelain skin. The young man wiped a driblet of the man’s cum from the side of his face as he licked his lips satisfyingly.

“What a great first session.” he said seductively as he removed himself from between Roman’s legs. He turned toward the masseur. “I’ll definitely be looking forward to my next appointment.”

B is for Blowjobs

Only slightly behind all the freedom and cash, blowjobs are the most wonderful perk of my job. It would appear that almost every guy I massage or escort for loves to suck dick. I have often got my dick wet 4 times a day and been paid for the pleasure. Nice work if you can get it, hey? Everybody has very different techniques and abilities, but usually, it’s mostly pleasurable.

Initially, when I left my sales jobs and entered this new world, I only offered Naturist Massage with a handjob finish. Nearly every client would either just try and go in for a suck, or offer some kind of financial reward to get my cock in their mouth. As much as I loved getting head, I always refused. ‘Why?’ I hear you retort. I still had the crazy notion that what I was doing (massage and wanking guys off), was somewhat different to escort work. I felt that letting guys suck me off was crossing the line into the murky prostitute world. So for a long time, I was very strict on the no sucking rule, with the odd exception of course, when the client was so good looking that I felt like I should be paying them.

Around 6 months into offering sensual massage, I was feeling a bit under the weather and not in the mood to be working, but I hate letting clients down with cancellations, so I was getting on with it. I had a client naked on my bed with a great body. Rippled visible abs and bulging biceps, but he wasn’t at all my type (major posh dude). As I was stood at the end of the massage table, flaccid cock near his head, he went in for a suck. I pulled away and stood further back, which was usually enough to give clients the hint that this was out of bounds. This guy wasn’t having it though. After his third attempt to blow me, being in a little bit of a bad mood, I told him that if he tried it again, his massage was over. He said, ‘I really need to suck your dick – can I pay you double?’ I used my stock reply that I had used 100 times or more before, ‘sorry I don’t offer full escort’.

A few minutes later, feeling a sense of awkwardness between us and spotting an opportunity for a much desired early finish, I said ‘I tell you what, you can suck my dick but I’m not gonna shoot and it will be half hour for the same price as an hour’. He didn’t bother replying he just got to work on sucking me. I quickly got hard, enjoyed an amazing blowjob, stopped him just before I was about to cum, and the session ended nice and early. 

Not one to miss out on shortcuts to an easy life, from that day onwards, blowjobs became my ‘get out of jail card’. Whenever I wasn’t in the mood to do a complete session of massage, I would groom the client, enticing them with my hard cock (bullied to erection for maximum impact) – stroking them around their head, within easy reach of a suck. Rarely could they resist. I would give them a taste, letting them suck for a few seconds, before reminding them that oral wasn’t allowed but ‘I can just knock it off your time’. This never stopped them. 

This practice was obviously the beginning of me moving into more of an escort role, but it still took quite some time before I would charge people for it. This is mainly because you can’t really be an escort that says, ‘you can only suck my dick but nothing else goes’ and at that time I wasn’t ready to go the whole hog, but also because I liked having it as my little escape route when I wasn’t in the mood to work. I appreciate it was a little bit cheeky, but to be fair I did always mention to my clients “no oral”, so if they broke the rules, why couldn’t I?

 

Bad Blowjobs

 

If you are having casual sex for free with somebody, and they suck at sucking, you can get out of it pretty easily without causing offence. When you’re getting paid, you are less within your rights to be selfish. 

 

There are only two types of bad blowjobs:

 

  • Ones that provide little to zero pleasure, a poor technique that stimulates less than running your cock under a warm shower.

  • OWWWW THAT FUCKING HURTS!!!

 

Guys with poor techniques are easy to live with – close your eyes, maybe do the odd fake moan. Cheese grater suckers, however, need to be stopped, even if you offend the client. It isn’t a nice experience.

I’ve tried to help a few favourable clients to improve their suck action, I’m unsure if I’m a bad teacher, or if sucking cock good is something you either have or you ain’t. They never get better/less painful. The issue is they are not fully aware of their own mouth structure, meaning too many teeth make a sensitive cock connection. Luckily for me, these clients are not too frequent.

A London Gay Escort Answers 21 questions about getting paid to sleep with Men for Money.

How did you fall into working as a Gay Escort?

When I first arrived in London, I was working in a bar and became good friends with another guy that worked there. Despite him only working two shifts a week, I noticed that he always had new phones, new trainers, new jewellery, like every time he came into work.

I always suspected that he was up-to no good, but I thought something more down the lines of drug dealing. We eventually ended up in bed together one night after many post-work cocktails, and he confessed that he worked as a Gay Escort.  I was really shocked about it. but then the more he told me about it, the more intrigued I became.

A few weeks later he said that his client had seen a photo of me on his mobile and offered an obscene amount of money to sleep with us both, a threesome. My friend told me the client was really respectful and actually a good looking middle aged guy, so I decided to give it a shot. I absolutely loved it, couldn’t believe I’d just earned the same as a months wage at the pub, and I was making the next moves to become an escort, listing my profiles etc on gay escort sites the very next day.

Do you escort full-time now then?

I’ve actually kept my job in the pub because I love the social side and it stops me going out spending too much money out at the weekend. Working as an escort isn’t really what you would call full-time anyway, I’m still only human and men have their limits, if you get what I mean?

On average I see about 5 clients a week, they usually book me for 2 hours at a time, so 10 hours a week are escorting. Commute time probably adds another 10 hours to that though as my bookings are all over London.

Have you told your friends and family what you do?

No! I haven’t told anyone what I do, I do worry about what they would think if they found out. Now that I know the job well myself, I’ve been doing it a year, I know that there’s nothing to be ashamed about, but it would take some convincing my Mum & Dad of this.

My parents are strict Catholics and where I’m from even being Gay is a huge deal, never mind sleeping with men for money. I haven’t told any of my friends in London or back home, but no doubt they think I’m a drug dealer too now as I am never short of nice things despite working two nights a week!

Where do you usually meet a client?

I live in a shared house, London prices mean I begrudge paying for my own place even though I could afford it now, so I only offer an out-call service. I would say 50% of the time it is in hotel rooms, 50% in clients apartments.

Male to Male Massage in a Hotel Room

What does a typical meet with a client entail?

I used to think that an escort was somebody that you paid to take to dinner and pretend was your boyfriend, but no, my meets as a gay escort are only ever about sex to be honest. Perhaps once a month a client will request an overnight booking that will involve dinner etc, but 95% of the time it is men that want to satisfy their sexual desires.

Can you tell us about the process from start to end?

Sure, I receive a text asking if I am available. It’s generally guys that are wanting to meet immediately so you might be sat watching telly and before you know it, it’s time to get to work. Client’s usually are very straight forward, they have seen everything they need from your escort profile, and just want to firm off the time and location.

Once it’s all been agreed I now ask to take a deposit, as I had a few instances of making my way all the way to the other side of London and it had been a hoax booking! The deposit does put some clients off, but there is no shortage of clients so I just wait for the next request.

Once the booking all confirmed, I just need to make sure I’m clean and well dressed, so I obviously shower and douche, in case the client wants to top. I pack my bag with condoms, poppers and lube and make my way to the client’s location.

On arrival there is generally a few minutes of pleasantries, I take the money, then we get down to business. I advertise as an dominant top masculine male, so I tend to take “control” of the situation.

The sessions are generally less time than the client books, there have been times when I have been booked and paid for two hours but been in and out in 30 mins! I always ask the client if they want me to stay for the booked time, but once men have shot their load, they want their own space back.

Are you selective about who you will see as a client?

You can’t really be selective as it just wouldn’t work. If you started asking clients to describe themselves, their age and personality profile, they would run a mile and you would never get booked! I will basically see any client that has the money to pay and is near enough for me to get to. If they start asking for strange requests I’ll just tell them I am not the right fit for them.

So what is off limits for you then?

I’m very open minded, but I won’t do submission or water-sports. And I won’t be filmed! So many people are requesting that recently!

Sex Toys, Fetish, Club Wear, Underwear, Lube, Fashion and more. The UKs Largest Gay Lifestyle Superstore.Is it always you that takes the lead in the bedroom?

Yes, I try to read the client but it is usually me that takes the lead. When people are paying for an escort they are generally high-flyers that have to take the lead in the office etc, so they want a night off and somebody else to do the bedroom management.

Do you prefer meeting in hotels or the clients London pad?

Definitely hotel rooms. In hotels, it’s a neutral playing ground, you are not looking at the bedside table and seeing pictures of the family! Although visiting some of my wealthier client’s in their stunning London homes can feel like a privilege.

How much do you charge?

I charge £200 for one hour escort or £300 for 2 hours, so most of my clients take advantage of the offer on 2 hours. But like I mentioned, it’s very rare a client will take full advantage of the 2 hours but they just prefer not having to clock watch as an hour does go really fast when you are with me!

Describe a typical client.

Client’s always ask me this question themselves and it’s so difficult to answer as all my client’s are oh so different. Usually 30-50 I would say. Usually wealthy. Usually fairly in shape. Usually not bad looking.

Have you had any horrible experiences?

Only one springs to mind, I turned up to a clients’ hotel room and it was like a crack-den. Drug paraphernalia everywhere, he was dangerously off his tits. I was so concerned for him but I told him I didn’t feel comfortable and asked if I could call him an ambulance. He wouldn’t let me, but we agreed he would message me in a few hours to let me know he was OK and I left. He still paid me.

Have you ever met a couple?

No, I forgot to mention before when you asked what was off limits, but no I don’t meet couples. The only threesome I have ever had in my life, still to date, was that first escort booking I did! It was my friend that got me into escorting told me not to meet couples, he said they always end up awkward, so I just took his advice.

What would you say is the biggest misconception as working as a gay escort in London?

That people do it out of desperation. I now know a few other Gay Escorts, and they are mainly very talented or intelligent guys that could turn their hands to other well paid careers. Also the perception of the type of clients that use gay escorts, everyone presumes it would be predominately old retired men, and it very much is not the case.

Do you have regular clients?

I have a few, but London is a fast moving city and my client’s are generally just visiting for work.

What is the biggest perk working as a gay escort?

The hours! I can work when I want, if I wake up one day and fancy the day, the day off will be had.

Have you ever dated a client?

Yes, I know it breaks all the rules, but I fell for a client and we then started meeting without a financial transaction. It’s quite difficult to date anyone being an escort, when your job involves you cheating 5 times a week, but this guy was really open minded and cool about it. We dated for a month and it was going really well, but then he got offered a dream job overseas. We did discuss me going with him, but we realised it was too much of a risk when we was still getting to know each other, and we very amicably decided to call it a day. If I’m completely honest it was the right thing to do, as I didn’t miss him when he left.

What is the worst part of being a gay escort?

For me it is having to keep a big secret to my family and friends. Being a gay escort comes with lot’s of funny experiences and stories to tell, and so many times I nearly accidentally blurt them out to the wrong people.  I don’t like being dishonest with anyone, so this is definitely the hardest part of gay escorting to me.

Do you always practice safe sex with your clients?

No. I take PREP and get tested much more regularly than most gay men, but I do allow sex without condoms if clients want that.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

Oh that’s a difficult one for me. I very much live for the day and don’t tend to plan ahead for my future too much. I know what you are getting at with the questions, that I can’t do this job forever, but for now I’m just going to take it day by day and enjoy the good life whilst I can.

Once I give up the escort world I will probably move away from London to somewhere less chaotic. I’m originally from a small town, and as much as I love the big city, I think the small town life still is my preference.

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What makes a good gay escort?

Could you be a gay escort
Could you be a gay escort?

There’s much more to being a good escort than dropping your pants and collecting the cash. If you’re thinking of becoming a male to male gay escort, here are some character traits that are essential if you wish to be successful.

  • A good gay escort needs a very open mind. Whilst this may seem obvious, an open mind should not be confused with being a manslut. The requirement for an open mind involves being able to listen and not judge, rather than saying “yes” to everything that a client asks. 

    Some clients love to tell you about their personal circumstances, which can often be far from the norm, and a good escort needs the skills to be able to listen, acknowledge and discuss the topic whilst keeping a completely unbiased opinion. 

    After a while in the escort industry, a good escort becomes highly adept at being able to be engaged and talkative in discussion, without the client even noticing that they haven’t really given much away about their personal opinions on the matter. 

    You develop “stock” replies to common questions to which the wrong answers can cause offence, such as “How old do you think I am?” “Do you find me attractive?” – the key in these situations is to avoid it with good humour and quickly move onto a less risky subject.

  • A good gay escort needs to have reliability and good time-keeping running though their veins like a Japanese bullet train. Whilst clients are unlikely to slate you in online reviews if they think you’re shit in bed, turn up late or cancel a booking last minute, and the keyboard warriors amongst clients will be straight online to let the world know.

    Get 2 or more of such reviews on a popular escort site like naturistmalemassage.com and you’ll soon see that the phone stops ring a ding dinging. 

    Being early is just as bad as being late, you don’t want to be knocking on the door whilst the wife is still doing her make-up do you?

  • A good gay escort needs to be a bit of a mind reader. Whilst some clients will be very direct with their instructions and what they are wanting from their time with you, the majority of clients are not so forward.

    Some clients can be shy or feel cautious about offending you, whilst others just prefer somebody else to take the lead. A ‘shit escort’ will use these sensitivities to have an easy-ride, escape doing anything that might put them out, and as a result will leave the client feeling dissatisfied and short changed. You’ll spot these escorts by them not having many reviews or repeat clients, they never last long.

    The escort that knows how to take control and use their people reading skills, to deliver what the client wants but are not prepared to ask, are the ones that can turn being a gay escort into a full time job.

  • A good escort needs to be both confident and humble. Whilst there’s obviously a niche market and demand for “doms” – the mainstream client market is those just wanting a “normal” & nice guy to spend some quality time with. 

    Clients often like to shower you with complements, but a big turn off for them is a guy that’s overly modest about his offerings. They don’t want a wet lettuce, but an appreciative “thank you” goes so much further than “yeah I know I’m hot that’s why you’re paying me”.

    When asked why they wouldn’t see a certain escort again, clients often report that they found the guy “too full of themselves”. 

  • A good escort needs to be able to enjoy sex with anyone. The emphasis here is on the word “enjoy” – if you think you can just “have” sex with anyone for money, the escort game is not for you. As you’re hopefully aware if you’re reading this, sex is extremely intimate, so if the other person is not enjoying it, it really is as clear as crystal. 

    Clients don’t want to feel like they are taking advantage of you. Whilst they are clearly aware the sex involves a transaction, they absolutely don’t want to fuck you like a thing they’ve purchased.

    You being genuinely satisfied and evidently pleasured by the experience, will, in most cases, be more important to the client than the pleasure that they receive.

    You don’t even need to have a high sex drive to be a good escort, but the ability to derive pleasure from sex, regardless of the person who is trying to give the pleasure, is crucial.

  • A good escort needs to trust their instincts. Most gay escorts will go their entire escorting career without anything worse than a slightly undesirably client, but just as with internet dating (which is likely a more dangerous activity than gay escorting), the job does come with a minuscule side serving of risk, so knowing when to turn down a request or walk-away from a situation becomes guided by your instincts. 

    There are many ways to increase your safety as an escort, you can read more about these here.

  • A good escort has many interests and hobbies! Even the most popular escorts with busy booking diaries still have considerably more free time the average Joe. Whilst this obviously sounds like a very attractive perk, if that excess of hours is spent drinking, watching netflix or “insert other crap way to spend yout time” – it will have a negative effect on your “personality” with clients and will ultimately end up with the end of your gay escort career.

    Also getting to know more about you is all part of the experience for many clients too, so if all you can talk about is what happened in Corrie last week, you ain’t going to get very far.

    Most clients are high earning achievers, and whilst they won’t expect you to be an expert in their industry or field of work, being able to hold your own in a wide range of conversations will go a long way and get you those crucial repeat bookings.

So there you have it, some of the qualities that you need to be a good escort. There are 100s more desirable qualities too that make a great gay escort, but these give you some indication of what is needed in your personality to succeed. Anybody can get gay escort work, regardless of looks and personality, but only guys that are inline with the points above are likely to get the repeat bookings and last more than a flash in the pan in the wonderful world of Gay Escort Work.

Getting a male to male massage

Getting a male to male massage

Male to Male massage in session.

Massage has been proven to help many physical conditions such as: fatigue, sleep disorders, low back pain, immunity suppression, injuries, high blood pressure, diabetes, age-related disorders, and depression. Massage also helps the body to heal itself naturally. In case you actually need a reason, here are some further benefits if your massage is performed with the hands of a hot strong man?

Getting a massage from a guy

Trust

With a Male to male masseur, you know that you’ll be getting someone who understands exactly where you’re coming from. Massage requires an unspoken level of trust, you’re going into a room stark bollocks naked with someone that you’ve only just met.  Having your massage from another guy, whether you are straight or gay, makes this whole process a whole lot easier. You both have the same bodies. You both know that erections can happen randomly at the best of times, so in the case of all this touching, it is very likely to happen and there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Masculine touch

I’ve never actually put this to the test, but I’m quite confident I would be able to tell you the sex of a massage therapist in a blind test (as in not seeing who was massaging me). Male Masseurs have a different feel all together, I’m not saying stronger, just different, and in my humble opinion a damn sight better. 

I’ve lost count of how many different massage therapists I’ve had massages from, but we are certainly talking 200 upwards, a good mix of both men and women, and removing anything erotic or sexual from the experience (I only have professional massage anyway), men always come out on top.

Whilst sports professionals are used to getting massages from other men and think nothing of it, I believe most straight guys would always opt for a female therapist, at the risk of going for a guy being “a bit gay”…..but if they battled their ego and tried a guy for a change, my guess is that they would never go back!

Exercising Restraint

When I go for a professional massage, regardless of whether the masseur is hot or not, I will experience some arousal during the massage. I think after 5 years working as a naturist sensual masseur, perhaps my brain is now hardwired to process massage room and oil to sexual liaisons, but arousal is highly common for any man going for a massage regardless.

In the good old days, before I became a masseur, I would waste the hard earned money I spent on the massage because I’d spend the whole 90 minutes trying to calm the savage beast. Zooming in your focus on memories of paying bills and ironing is not the best brain-space to complement a massage. I was rarely successful in my endeavour to calm the beast, but the masseur wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

Us massage guys are used seeing erections, it is literally part of the job, and even the most professional masseur/masseuse couldn’t give a f**k about it. 

If you’re having a professional massage, say in a hotel Spa, it’s not advisory to bring any attention to your wood. Just let it be. Whilst the temptation is to start fiddling to push the big man to a less intrusive place, your masseur would much prefer that you just leave it be and let them work around it. Your massage guy may move it to the other side, but it’s not an invitation for fun (usually). Even more important, don’t make a joke about it or bring up some excuses, aint nobody got time for that.

Personally, now that I’ve managed to remove any embarrassment out of the situation, I actually get something extremely satisfying from the art of resisting thoughts or desires for sex whilst having  professional massage from a guy. I like just letting the erection exist on its own accord, but my mind to be still. I find this experience actually exceeds the pleasure that I would gain from going for a massage that ends with “happier” times. 

All of the above relates more to going for a massage in a professional setting, if you’re going for a happy end massage in a gay parlour, obviously erections are pretty much needed for the task at hand, knock yourself out.

Derreks Massage in Manchester

Derrek had decided he couldn’t let his visit to Manchester pass without having a massage. He booked a guy based in Manchester City Centre on Naturist Male Massage and then spent most of the day that he was meant to be focusing on meetings, thinking about his massage instead.

The working day finally came to an end,  Derrek walked over to the private apartment for his massage appointment. He hadn’t seen a masseur for so long, he could already feel himself loosening up. 

The Masseur, Derrek had forgotten his name, answered the door with a cheeky smile on his face and gestured to him through the massage room. It was simply furnished with just a massage table and large mirror on the wall, but still had a luxurious feel to it.

The masseur hadn’t given any instructions but he presumed that he was to get undressed Slowly, he stripped, peeling off his shirt before doing the same with his pants. He stood there naked, checking out his reflection in the mirror.

Not even a minute later, the masseur returned through the door. He was truly a handsome man with broad shoulders and muscles to match. It was silent at first, the two awkwardly looking at each other but there was a hint of mischief in the masseurs eye. It made Derek blush profusely as he finally found the towel and took his seat on the table.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you early…” He said, going straight to pulling out oils and such, “I suppose you couldn’t find the towels?” 

Derek read the nametag, Charlie, before his eyes trailing down the skin-tight t-shirt suctioned to his body. His abs were clearly visible and fit nicely with his tan skin. He couldn’t help picture Charlie naked and hard in his head?

“Yeah… I was a bit surprised to hear the door open suddenly.” Derek’s cheeks darkened, thinking about how this hot guy had saw his bare ass.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and trust me, I’m not complaining.” 

Maybe he was delusional, but he swore that Charlie just winked at him. He couldn’t help but think a bit into a fantasyland, the man was head-over-heels sexy, it’s only normal. Charlie lathered up his hands in the oil, nodding to Derek to lay down on the bed, which he did immediately. As soon as his face pressed into the hole on the table, hands were on him, thumbing into the divots of his back. Involuntarily, Derek let out a moan, the pleasure already seeping through his skin. As Charlie’ fingers manipulated his body, he could only lay there and feel every bit a pressure being applied.

He knew that it’d been a while since he last massage, but he certainly didn’t remember it, this… erotic last time. It seemed like with every stroke of his back, Charlie aimed lower and lower, rubbing the oils deep into his skin. It became difficult for Derek to keep his cries of pleasure to himself. His body melted at the pleasure, letting Charlie know just how amazing he was feeling.

He could feel his cock getting hard underneath him, pulsing harder with every inch that Charlie dipped lower. Eventually, his hands fell onto the top of Derek’s ass, grasping firm with his two hands with a manly squeeze.

“Oh…” Derek let out, putting his ass up to feel more, “Feels amazing.”

Charlie continued with a smirk, only stopping to apply more oil. Once his hands were on him again, they went right back down to his ass, taking the fat in between his fingers graciously. This time, it was Charlie who let out a quiet hum of satisfaction, quite enjoying the view as he ripped the towel out of place and threw it to the foor.

“Is this okay?” He asked as he moved his hands lower and began to circle oil around his hole.

“Absolutely,” Derek blurted out, a bit too quickly.

If this were going where he thought it was, he could only imagine how amazing it’s going to feel. He hadn’t been laid in so long, the only thing making him cum being his own fingers. Now unashamedly ,he ground his cock into the table, to reach further heights of pleasure. Charlie looked a tad shocked but his cock was now visibly hardened through his cargo shorts. He moved even further, dipping his fingers to apply pressure to Derek’s tight hole, coating it nicely with oil. 

“Oh fuck,” Derek cried as he felt Charlie playing with his asshole before sinking a finger in suddenly.

“I wonder if you get this from every masseur? huh?” Charlie teased, now thrusting his digit in and out quickly, the oils making a squelching noise.

Derek couldn’t even respond, only arching his back more for the man. He didn’t even get to fully stretch before he felt another finger at his rim. Charlie used his other hand to spread him open, spitting at his hole with vigor before sinking the next finger inside his throbbing asshole. Derek loved the small burn as he got finger fucked, being scissored open to take even more.

Cries of pleasure filled the room, his cock leaking beads of precum onto the table. Everything was so overwhelming as his body moved every time Charlie drilled his fingers in. It stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him adjust before un-apologetically shoving the third digit inside. 

Derek screamed out in arousal, his body on fire as it coiled up within his abdomen. Charlie landed a heavy slap on his ass, making sure there was a dark red mark clearly visible. It’s like he knew already what Derek loved. He smacked his ass once more before going between his legs to the wrap around his cock. Jerking roughly, he could feel Derek clench around his fingers. Laughing evilly at the sight in front of him, he watched as the precum pooled onto the table below him. 

“Please, oh my god!” 

Derek’s whole body shook heavily, the pleasure stimulating him perfectly. It was better than any other lay he’d had, even if they hadn’t actually fucked. His mouth dropped to an “o” shape when a fourth finger dipped inside of him, pushing to limits he’s never exceeded before. He could feel his orgasm coming, building inside of him with every second passing. As Charlie jerked him off, he used the excess precum to make everything slicker. It was so hot to Derek, still couldn’t believe that this was happening. Suddenly, his orgasm ripped through him, hitting him like a tidal wave. Long spurts of cum covered the table, making a complete mess underneath him. Charlie didn’t stop until he was sure he had milked Derek of everything he could give. A couple more thrusts of his fingers pushed Derek into over-stimulation as he writhed harshly.

“How do you feel?” Charlie asked, pulling his digits out before going to wash his hands.

“Sticky, very, very sticky,” Derek breathed, trying to catch his breath, “but amazing….wow….fuck.” 

Charlie  nodded before helping him down, “I’m happy I could please you, the moment I saw you, saw your body, I just couldn’t help myself, I had to see what you would let me do to you.”

The comment took Derek by surprise, extremely flattered at his words, “Thank you,” He started, “I’ll have to pay you back for your work, what do you think?”

“No need for that just pay for your appointment today – its £100”

Derrek passed him £120. Charlie tucked the money into his back pocket, not checking it.

 “If I didn’t have an appointment in 15 minutes, it would have been more than my fingers in you today, maybe next time?” 

“I best get some more meetings in Manchester booked!’

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A new years day massage

My New Years Day Massage

I’d been partying hard on New Year’s Eve, however, I woke up surprisingly fresh in the head but my body sore head to toe. I needed a massage, but surely it wouldn’t be possible on New Year’s Day? I searched online for “mobile massage” – I wasn’t in the mood for venturing out.

I scrolled the search results, sending the same message to each of them: “Don’t suppose you are free today are you?” – I sent it to about 10 numbers, hoping at least one of them would reply. I know from previous exploits that a lot of these girls offer sex too, but I was actually looking more for the massage today. Perhaps if she was hot I could be persuaded. Massage always got me hard and ready anyway.

After several “not today sorry” replies, I finally got a yes. There were no pictures on the ad that related to this number, so I saved to my contacts and checked the WhatsApp pic. It was a fucking guy. I ignored the message and waited for the other’s to respond, but after an hour or so I realised that none of them were going to. I lay in bed considering. I really wanted the massage, my body needed it, but I was fully aware that a massage always got me hard, and this dude would see it and get the wrong idea completely. I was OK with a man massaging me, but definitely not ok with a guy stroking my cock until I cum.

As I debated the idea in my head, I noticed that the little fuck downstairs was already hard. What was going on here? I then had a brainwave. If I had a wank just before he arrived, that should see me through to the end of the massage without any embarrassing moments. I arranged for a 1400 appointment and looked forward already to my 1345 wank.

The massage guy a little early, knocking on the door just seconds after I shot my load. I still lay naked with cum over my chest. I grabbed a t-shirt out of my wash basked, wiped off the mess and threw on my bathrobe to run to the door. This wasn’t setting the right tone, answering the door with just a robe I thought.

The masseur was younger than he looked in his WhatsApp pic, no older than 25. He was tall and built, looking sporty in his green jogging suit, black cap, and trainers. He carried what looked like a very heavy massage table with ease. He looked straight, thankfully. If he didn’t smell so good, I would have guessed that he had come straight from a heavy gym session. I made a mental note to ask him later what he was wearing, it would look a bit suspect to be the first question.

He set up his table in my living room, then excused himself to let me get ready on the bed face down. I noticed as he was leaving, not in a sexual way of course, that his ass could give Kim Kardashian a run. I whipped off my robe, and got face down on the bed, noticing a familiar whiff of my not perfectly clean chest as I did so. Only then did I realise that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Shit. There wasn’t a spare towel on the massage table. Fuck it, I thought, I’m sure that he’s used to seeing other men’s dicks. If he was so bothered about me being covered he would have left an extra towel.

I lay on the table face down, noticing that a slight hangover feeling was now creeping its way in. Lost in my self-pity I didn’t hear him return to the room, I just suddenly felt his warm firm hands applying oil to my back. It felt very different to the touch of a woman. Deeper and firmer. Better. This guy knew what he was doing. I felt instant relief and my body was relaxing in his hands. There were no wishy-washy moments., every single stroke of his hands had an effect. I lost myself I was completely zoned out when he asked me to turn over

“Drifting off their bud”, he said, gently shaking my shoulder. I turned over. Very aware that I was completely naked but too chilled out to care, I turned over, keeping my eyes closed to maintain the chillout zone I had reached.. Thankfully my plan to have a wank before the massage had paid off, I could feel my dick was soft. Usually when I have a massage I turn over with a raging hard-on, its a good sign to let the girl know I want the extras that you pay over the odds for. 

I squinted my eyes open to have a look at the dude as he was massaging my feet. I was curious, I hate having my feet touched but this felt good. I could see that he had took his sweater off and his arms were bulging out of his t-shrt. I was aware before when he  had his top on that he was a beef, but I had no idea that he was this muscled at all. He was handsome too, in a way that you had to really look at him to notice. He remained acutely focused on what he was doing with my feet – he didn’t notice me watching him.

Just out of pure curiosity, I checked down to see what he was packing in the joggers, but there wasn’t much to see, making me feel a bit better about my flacid cock being on full display.

Moving on from my feet, he started working my thighs, going deep into the muscle and really hitting the spot I needed. He worked both legs, one after the other, deep. It was actually quite painful but I knew that it was doing me good. From the thigh muscle, his pressure turned soft as he started stroking the inside of both of my thighs, all the way from the knee up to the insides of my ball sack, his hands stroking past my balls on either side. The first few strokes, I thought, this is a bit weird. Never have any of my female massage therapist done anything similar. But, it went on and on….and then my dick started to move.

With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see it, but I could feel, the movement. I lost focus on what the guy was doing and could only feel my dick moving. It felt like I was watching one of them slow-mo videos of a caterpillar turning to a butterfly. Feeling every movement until my dick was as hard as brick. 

I debated whether to mention it or not. I could explain that it was just from the fact he was touching my inner thighs that are super sensitive. I opened my eyes and was about to explain, but noticed that he didn’t seem phased at all. I also noticed the joggers now had a big erect dick outline. He looked fucking huge now, where was that before? Seeing this I needed to tell him that I wasn’t gay. But no words seemed right.

He continued to massage me, not touching my erect dick, not mentioning it, it was like both our secret. He finished off with a head massage. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my head, as he stood behind me at the end of the massage table. I never thought the first time I would feel a mans hard dick would be on my head. Strange times.

I was waiting for him to ask me if I wanted a happy end. I was in no way going to have one obviously, but I just felt it coming. I would just laugh it off I planned, hopefully not embarrassing him too much. When he didn’t ask and just said “I will leave you to get ready” – and headed out the room. I couldn’t deny to myself that I felt disappointed, which got me feeling confused and the dick got soft. Did I want this guy to wank me off? Did I feel rejected? The dude was hard.

I threw on my gown, then left him to go back in and pack up. Showing him out, he winked and said – “just say next time what you want.”

I think I need to do some serious thinking about what I do actually want.

A is for Anal

What have I learned about anal sex during my time as a male escort? Let us begin with a brief overview of anal history. I was never that fussed about anal sex, which I now know is not uncommon. I’d always had as much fun having long oral and kissing sex sessions. Prior to my escort days, if I did ever have anal, I would always be the bottom. I never made a conscious decision to be a bottom, and surprisingly, nobody gives you a little slip with your designated role in the bedroom when you sign up to the gay club. I just always was.

My first ever boyfriend, at the tender age of 16, was a very masculine guy. He would clinch his cheeks with all his might should I ever try to even get a hand near his cute ass, so my cock had no chance. Like me, he was never too fussed about anal (or sex in general – he was always too stoned), but on the rare occasions that we did partake in a bit of bumfun, he would naturally always be the top. After 2 years together, when I finally (wisely) decided, that a drug-dealing maniac was probably not the best choice for a life partner, we parted ways, and I took the role of being a bottom with me, never giving much thought about the other option.

After this druggy waste of space, I had two other relationships with guys that were both ‘exclusively top’, both of them lasting around 3 years, so it wasn’t until 10 years post-closet exit that I dared to venture into Topville. I met a guy that claimed to be versatile. Boy, he had a lovely big piece of meat, but every time that we had a bit of fun, he would be there, legs akimbo or ass in the air, gagging to be fucked. At the time, I was super nervous about fucking a guy as top, I felt like a 14-year-old virgin again. Looking back at the situation for what it is, let’s be honest, fucking ass isn’t difficult. You just follow the primal instinct to put the solid thing in the hole and pump away, your poor little todger unaware that bums don’t make babies. But back then, I’d built up such anxiety about it, so every time that we fucked, I managed to swindle my way out of being top, usually by swinging his skinny body around and jumping on his big juicy cock instead.

This went on for weeks, until one day he sent me a message, demanding that he wanted me to fuck him that night- ‘no excuses’. That evening, we went out for a meal (where I saw my fave actress Suranne Jones having a date on the next table, I digress, but I love her, so thought I’d pop her name in), before going home to fuck. Time for the big moment. In my bed we made out for a bit, as usual, kissing and sucking, before he got himself into the position that I’d seen him in so many times before. He was begging to be fucked and there was no getting out of it this time. I fumbled for a condom out of my top drawer, ripped the pack, and gave it to him to put on. I was nervous… I lubed up my cock and his ass (though it probably didn’t need it, lovely guy, but could slip a fist up without effort). 

I got behind him, easing my dick into him with ease.

He moaned passionately, bringing the house down, you could tell it was a moment he had been waiting for.

I shot my load. Instantly.

Not even 2 pumps before the squirt. For fuck’s sake. Both a little tipsy from red wine with the meal, we laughed hysterically, but for me this situation was mortifying. I’d built the situation up so much in my head, created such anxiety, that I couldn’t even last 2 measly seconds. He was a lovely guy so he didn’t write me off after this incident, but we decided we that maybe it best we stuck to him being top. With such poor performance as a top, I was a bottom for life, or at least so I thought. Whilst this would be fine, there is nothing wrong with being a bottom, not too many months after me being a disaster on top, I decided to become a Naturist Male Masseur and Escort, and was shocked to discover- Paying clients only want a good fucking!

One would presume that there would be a nice even split of clients out there, half that want to top and the other half that have a preference to bottom. I naively thought this when I fell into the sex worker world. I anticipated that I would be able to state on my escort profiles that I’m a bottom and then all of the horny ‘top’ clients that are prepared to pay for my service would head my way. However, what I soon discovered is that the market for bottom escorts is minuscule, almost nonexistent. Despite heavily promoting myself as a bottom, the only requests that I ever got for my escort work were guys wanting a good fucking with me as the top. I found it baffling, I couldn’t understand why there was little to no work for me as a bottom in the world of male-to-male paid sex. Now that I know the industry a little better, I can give you a few reasons as to why I think that this is the case:

  • The obvious (but not quite correct) conclusion, would be that there are simply more bottoms. If you do some research (I can’t be bothered referencing sorry, it’s not that kind of book, go Google), many surveys on the subject result in there being more bottoms than tops. It does vary in different countries/regions. Interestingly though, the difference is usually only very marginal, so certainly not enough of a swing to give a definitive answer to why “top” clients are as rare as rocking horse droppings. If the surveys were showing 85% Top / 15% Bottom, I would happily accept that as the reason, but it is usually more like a 55/45 split.

    I carried out my own little survey on my twitter feed, now I fully appreciate this is a small sample, but it further illustrates my point. A very equal 50/50 split.
  • It isn’t out gay men who are paying for sex. It may come as a surprise to you, as it did to me in the early days, but ‘out’ gay men are actually in the minority when it comes to paying other men for sex. I estimate that ‘out’ gay men make up less than 15% of my client base. The majority of my clients are in the closet, many of them married or in long-term relationships with women. I will go deeper into this subject later, but for now, let’s stick to anal. I’ve never used that sentence before.

    My theory is, as these men generally have a hole that they can fuck whenever they want for free at home, when they get with a guy, they want something they can’t get from their missus – a real cock up their anus.
  • Tops are hard to find. It’s a common ‘joke’ perception in the gay world that tops are a rare find. Looking at the statistics, they shouldn’t be, but I must admit that from my own personal experiences on Grindr, if you say that you’re a top, you do get a hell of a lot more interest than that of a bottom, which I suppose would reduce the likelihood for tops to pay for it.
  • Bottoming is less stressful if you’re nervous. Visiting a male escort for sex can be a stressful situation for some guys, especially first-timers. Whilst the purpose of the meet is obviously to have fun, it’s often a case of sexual impulse and desires only slightly winning the fight over nerves and anxiety to go through with it. One way of reducing this stress is to take the role of the bottom; that way you can just take what you are given, no need to ‘perform’.

    If you decide to top, there is somewhat of an added pressure. Will I cum too soon? Will I get it up? I hate wearing condoms! What if I’m too big and I hurt him? What if I’m too small and he asks if it’s in yet? As you can see from this non-extensive list, it can be added stress to top. Still, I’m not saying that being a bottom is without its quarrels, such as fear of pain and having to douche beforehand (though many don’t, unfortunately).

I bet a psychologist could have a field day examining the topic, delving into theories that tops are more confident to attract a mate out in the wilderness etc, but I won’t pretend to be a psychologist and I will leave you to ponder that theory for yourself.   

So as you now know, before becoming an escort, I was a total bottom. You also know that my attempt at being a top, just prior to becoming an escort, was a complete disaster. So how have I managed to work as a successful escort for 4 years, when all of the clients want a top? 

After a few weeks of advertising myself as an escort and realising that everybody wanted a top, I decided that I needed to become one if I was to get anywhere in the game. This is a slight issue when your only experience mounts up to roughly one second. 

I was building a good steady income from offering naturist massage, seeing around 4 clients a day,  and some of these clients I had occasionally let things roll a little further than a traditional “happy end” finish. I decided that these clients would now be my guinea pigs. I would fuck them until I became proficient in the art of fucking. Kevin’s School of Top Performance. I’d sensed that some massage clients had wanted me to fuck them before this point. The signs were easy to spot – a bit of a play near the holy ring produces loud moans and heavy gyrating. I didn’t feel ready to charge to top, but I concurred if it was a freebie extra, who was going to complain about my ways?

My first guinea pig was a client that had visited me for a while, we’d built up a bond and he had previously asked if he could pay extra to be fucked. He was young but overweight and not very attractive, but this was business and not pleasure. He lay on the table and I advised him that we were going to try something different today. I asked him to let me know if he didn’t like it. I oiled him up a little just to get him relaxed, then popped on a condom that I had already removed from the packet prior to him arriving, to save that fumbling around that nobody needs. He watched me put the condom on and his whole face lit up with excitement. I climbed on top of him. Not an easy task when he was 4 times my size and taking up most of the room on the massage table. I entered him. I managed about 4 pumps before shooting. A 2-pump improvement but still a long way to go. I pretended to go for a while longer. Despite his booked 90-minute session for £90 only lasting around 8 minutes including getting changed, he left very happy and asked if we could do that again next time. *I did offer to fill the rest of the time with massage but he said he was happy!

I was worried. If I couldn’t even last 10 seconds with a guy I didn’t remotely fancy, how the hell am I going to cope when I DO fancy them?! How would I ever get better at this? I thought maybe this lucrative escort work was not for me and it was best that I stuck to sensual massage.

I hate being defeated, so I continued with my quest to become a top. Making it my mission to get better, I basically started fucking anything and everything that gave me permission to mount them. Not just clients; I then lived in the student area of Manchester, so providing it wasn’t Summer or Xmas, you had a twink in your bed with his ass in the air quicker than a Domino’s pizza. Still highly embarrassed about my inability to last a reasonable amount of time, I became the world’s leading expert at shooting silently, and then fake orgasming when a more acceptable span of time had elapsed. Luckily for me (for this situation and life in general), I have a rather big dick, so providing it didn’t come out, I could carry on pumping without it being detected that my game was over.

I noticed that each and every time that I topped a guy, my staying power improved. We are talking milliseconds each time, but I could certainly sense improvement. So I just continued fucking and fucking and fucking. I developed little techniques that would allow me to last a tad longer. I found that certain positions were a direct road to the premature ejaculation party, whilst others bought me valuable pleasure time and allowed me to stick around and enjoy the view. The more I fucked, the better I got. The better I got, the more confidence I had, and the more confidence I had, the more I felt ready to charge people for the pleasure. 

Fast forward to today, I can generally fuck in any position that I want and for as long as I want. I can control when I cum to the second. I like to think that I am now pretty damn good at it too (lots of my reviews back this self-proclamation). 

I’ve actually grown to really dislike bottoming and I consider myself to be a top. Being 100% human, there are still times when my performance isn’t 100% – we all have off days. But with practice being a slag, I managed to overcome my issues and become a good top. I think hearing this will be good news to a lot of guys suffering from similar problems with premature ejaculation – there is a solution… more sex. I appreciate that not everybody has a steady stream of naked men in their house daily as part of their day job to practice on, but you can still be reassured that if you do suffer from PE, then the issue isn’t necessarily for life and it is resolvable. Fuck more – think less.

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