Manchester Massage Guide

Manchester Massage Guide

Manchester is a fun and open minded city with excellent nightlife, shopping and sporting events. After all the fun and activity, be sure to fit in a massage. There are hundreds of options when it comes to choosing your massage in Manchester, Naturist Male Massage will guide you through the massage options available.

This Manchester Massage guide will cover the whole of the Manchester massage options available, and not just gay and naturist massage. We’ll also look at professional spas / non sexual massage venues, for both gay and straight clientele.

So whether you are visiting Manchester, or new to living in the city, this Manchester Massage Guide will be the perfect introduction to finding your massage.

Manchester Massage Spa’s

If you prefer your massage in a luxury Spa setting, Manchester has some excellent options. One of the most luxurious options is at Rena Spa in the Midland hotel. It has won more awards than any other hotel Spa in Manchester, and its prices reflect this. A 50 minute massage will set you back around £80, but they also offer day packages with use of the fitness and pool. You can make bookings via their website.

If you’re living in Manchester and like a regular Spa massage, then consider taking a membership at Bali Health Lounge – they offer a monthly spa membership from £47 a month that includes a monthly treatment. 

Most of the luxury end hotels around Manchester City Centre also have a Spa facility, with some of them offering special offers on groupon. Check out the Mindful Massage – a wonderful 90 minute massage (£150)  that is sure to leave you feeling like a new person.

Thai Massage in Manchester

Wander around the city centre of Manchester and you stroll past many Thai Massage parlours. They are dotted all over the city with a particular concentration in and around China Town.

You may have visited Thailand previously and fell in love with the practice of Thai Massage. It’s very different to a Swedish Massage that is the most common type of massage in the UK.

Warning: The majority of Thai Massage places in Manchester are geared towards straight men wanting a happy ending, and don’t offer the traditional Thai Massage experience. Whilst they won’t turn you away if you are female, the staff will be a little disgruntled at servicing women as they earn their wages from the “extras” upgrades.

Most of these Thai Massage parlours around Manchester will charge you £35/£40 for an hour massage and then maybe an extra £15/20 for a happy end. If you’re a male and you turn the upgrade down, the ladies can be a little moody about it.

If you’re looking for a traditional Thai massage but do not want anything sexual, the best place to visit is Smile Massage, which is located in the Norther Quarter of Manchester. The ladies are very professional, offer a true Thai Massage experience and are much less likely to try and upgrade you for extras. If you book in advance you can receive a 60 minute Thai Massage for just £35.

Gay Massage Manchester

There are many gay friendly massage therapists in Manchester city centre, but for Gay Massage Manchester – check out the guys on Naturist Male Massage.

Naturist Male Massage promotes professional gay massage therapist in all areas of Manchester. Have a browse of the masseurs available and find one that best suits your needs. You can view the google reviews for our website founder Kevin.

Read more about Gay massage in Manchester here.

Sports Massage Manchester

If you’re in Manchester looking for a professional Sports Massage, the best place to book this service is at Manchester Physio. They specialise in sports injury, sports massage and rehabilitation and are based in the very centre of Manchester. You can see from their Google Reviews that they are experts in the field of sports massage.

Happy End Massage Manchester

If you’re in Manchester looking for a happy end massage to release some of that daily stress, you won’t struggle to find one. As previously mentioned, most of the Thai Massage parlours will offer this service.

If you prefer not to visit a Thai Massage parlour the best place to have a look for the service is on vivastreet.

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.

What is Sports Massage

Sports massage is a massage that goes deep into the muscle tissues.

Sports massage can be broken down into 3 main groups:

Pre-Event – quick, energetic techniques are used to enhance an athlete’s warm up. This will increase circulation, stimulate the muscles and increase flexibility and range of motion. This reduces muscle pain and soreness and preps the athlete for their performance.

 

Post-event – a more calming technique is used to aid muscles in returning to their natural state. This can also bring the athlete down from the adrenaline of performing. Circulation is increased to aid in elimination of toxins to prevent muscle soreness, fatigue and spasms.

 

Maintenance – this uses different techniques to aid an athlete throughout their training. Myofacial release, neuromuscular therapy, orthopaedic sports and PNF stretching all help to keep the athlete in top shape. Some techniques are used to aid during certain injuries as well.

Benefits of a Sports Massage.

 

The benefits of any massage are numerous. These include maintaining the human body in a healthy condition, Improved circulation and lymphatic flow and the removal of metabolic waste from the body.

Research also indicates that massage is effective in managing chronic low back pain, anxiety, stress, high blood pressure
and helps with insomnia. A massage should always leave you feeling relaxed and revitalised.

 

A first time naturist massage to remember!

I can clearly recall my first naturist sensual massage, the nervous tension that I felt as I awaited for the masseur to arrive. There I was, lying down on my back in the nude, looking up at the warm red-coloured ceiling. The scent of lavender permeated throughout the air from the candle lit oil-burner.

The surroundings couldn’t have been more peaceful, but as I had never done anything like this before, I could feel the nerves rushing through my body. I was very close to changing from the naturist sensual massage, back to my usual Swedish massage, but in hindsight, I’m so glad that I didn’t.

I was left waiting around 10 minutes before the hot masseur walked into the room. We exchanged greetings and he introduced himself as Luke. He asked if it was my first time and I admitted it was, as I looked over his muscular frame. I’m sure he noticed that I was checking him, based on how my dick began slowly but surely to stiffen up. Luke was a professional, it didn’t phase him at all.. He promptly got to work by lathering up his hands with some essential oil. I was surprised that the massage began with my feet, and while I never considered my feet to be a particular sensual place, I found myself quickly becoming even more aroused. I could feel his hands and fingers effortlessly glide across my feet, between my toes as he attended to them in a delicate but firm manner. My dick was now so hard it began to pulse.

Luke made his way up my shin and kneecap, his movements slow and concise. His strong hands felt powerful as he kneaded my body further up to my thighs. I looked up at Luke and we shared eye contact for a brief moment before I looked away, afraid my lustful intentions would be made known to him.

My dick continued to visibly pulse as his hands moved around my inner thighs. The sides of his hands passed gently against my balls and dick. At first I thought it was accidental, but then as it continued to happen in a methodical way, I could tell it was entirely intentional. I let out a small moan as his hands cupped my balls whilst his thumb glided the shaft of my dick.

He poured some more oil into his hands and returned to massage, his large and inviting hands on my stomach and hips. Again, just as he did before, he massaged purposely near the head of my dick, brushing up against it from time to time. No accident. I noticed that some pre-cum was starting to pop out from the tip of my cock as it throbbed and throbbed.

Unexpectedly, Luke took his right hand and swiftly jerked my dick a few times so that all of the pre-cum would be pumped out and he wiped it away with a tissue that appeared from nowhere. I arched my back up sharply and gasped because the pleasure from those few seconds of his hand jerking me off felt incredible. He smiled and mentioned that I was ‘all clean now, don’t worry it happens to everyone’ – and continued massaging my chest by standing behind my head. 

I could feel his cock pressed up against the back of my head. A mild scent from his dick overpowered the scent that previously filled the room, and I couldn’t help but inhale it. It was by no means unclean, but there was a masculine fragrance around me.

I’ll never forget what he told me next when finished massaging my front side.

“Hey uh, how about I give you something extra special. Free of charge of course.” He said in a deep voice. I noticed for the first time he had an eastern European accent.

I nervously nodded my agreement. Luke walked to the side of the massage table and wrapped his weighty hand around the shaft of my cock. He soaked my dick in oil. He stroked it slowly at first while his other hand grabbed my balls. At this point in my life, I’ve only experienced sloppy and rough handjobs before but Luke was phenomenal at what he did. Each individual stroke felt like a miniature orgasm, making my legs shake with pleasure. Luke squeezed my dick slightly before picking up the pace as his hands glided up and down my cock from the base to the tip. It felt better than any throat or ass I’ve had up until that point. I grabbed the sheets on the side of the massage table and gripped them tightly and closed my eyes. With my eyes shut I felt a different sensation, it was clearly his mouth on my cock. 

“Uh, Luke, can  fuck you?” I said sheepishly. Luke acknowledged what I said with a grunt but continued to tug  at my cock faster and faster, with the occasional licking involved.

I could feel an orgasm rising from my balls and patted the table to alert Luke that my cum was about to burst out of my cock. He then bent over and shoved the entirety of my dick down his hot and wet throat. I gasped as I spurted out stream after stream of my thick cum down his throat and moaned as he swallowed each and every drop. I grabbed onto his head, trying to force it down even further than possible in the throes of blissful pleasure I was feeling.

Once I finished cumming, he cleaned up my cock with his mouth, literally licked it clean. Luke asked if I wanted to finish the massage, but I laughed and said that what he did was plenty enough from me. We got cleaned up and I got dressed, I thanked Luke for his ‘service’, and told him that I would definitely back for more of what he had to offer. 

Needless to say that now whenever I get that aching feeling deep down that I know only such levels of pleasure can reach, I call Luke and schedule a naturist sensual massage appointment with him. I’ll never forget how the first time was though, and I’ll never go back to a Swedish massage!

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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Ahmed & Eric

Wealthy Saudi Oil Mogal gets the Gay Massage of his Life in London!

When Eric got the call from his gay massage agency for an appointment in one of the richest neighbourhoods in London, he hadn’t know what to expect or who he’d be massaging. He took the lift to the penthouse suite and walked into a huge room, all white and chrome. Too modern for his English sensibilities but he could see the appeal. The entire space smelt like money he wouldn’t even think about getting in this lifetime. 

Eric was shown in by a personal assistant who dipped his head in greeting and barely said a word besides confirming his identity. Finally after a bunch of security points, where they asked him to put his mobile and wallet into a safety deposit box, the personal assistant dipped out of the room, no goodbye pleasantries. 

“Guess he had places to be.” Eric muttered. 

He moved over to the already set and ready massage table. The table was just as luxurious as the rest of the apartment, soft and silky too, Eric felt embarrassed about the cheap primark towels he had in his bag ready for the service. He put the bottles of massage oil into a heated pouch just as the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on walked into the room. 

Eric gasped at the sight of him. He was tall, broad shouldered with ink black hair that skin that looked like it would be heaven to touch. His brown eyes were warm, so warm that when they lit up with a smile, Eric felt himself melt into a puddle of pure lust. He wanted him. Eric wanted right now to rip off immediately least the plush robe he was wearing. 

The man grinned as if he knew Eric’s thoughts. Eric felt his cock stiffening at the sight, for the first time in weeks, he was glad to be with a client. 

“My name is Ahmad. Are you ready to begin?” He asked in the most delicious but unrecognisable accent. 

“Where are you from?” Eric asked before he could help himself. Ahmad merely grinned seeming to enjoy the attention and attraction Eric was stuttering through. 

 “I’m only in London for a meeting with some People at Shell. I always get a Gay masssage when in London” He answered by avoiding the actual question. 

Ah oil. That explained the oodles of cash, Eric mused. Ahmad pulled off his robe and Eric’s mouth went dry. He laid down on the table, all smooth muscles ran flesh and Eric prepped his hands to touch him. Once his hands were coated in the lavender smelling oil, he began the massage. Softly, slowly, he drifted his hands to the soles of Ahmad’s feet. Eric was shocked at the callouses he felt but he smoothed then over, working in small circles around the arch of Ahmad’s feet. His hands heated with the slick heat of the oil, Ahmad’s skin heated under his touch as the man groaned on the table and relaxed. 

Eric moved higher. His fingers slicked against the broadness of Ahmad’s back, thick and corded with muscles. As his hands moved over smooth skin, Ahmad’s muscles bunched, loosened under his touch. Eric’s mouth watered at the smooth expanse of skin. Beautifully taut, hard planes of his back that glistened in the light. Eric struggled with himself. He shouldn’t have loved touching him as much as he did. His cock tightened in the loose slacks he wore as Ahmad writhed underneath him. Was Ahmad as turned on as he was? Eric knew there was only one way to find out. 

Eric moved over Ahmad’s firm ass cheeks. The oil had heated up perfectly. He began to knead. 

“Fuck!” Ahmad hissed as Eric’s fingers pushed his sore muscles as expertly as possible. Eric swallowed. Ahmad liked it. Could he get even bolder? His dick jerked even harder at the touch. 

One illicit touch but  he wanted more. His oiled hands slid between Ahmad’s butt cheeks. Eric slowly parted the firm cheeks, noting distantly how well they fit into his palm.  He began to grind his cloth covered dick into the side of the table, biting back groans as he snuck a look between Ahmad’s ass cheeks. 

Eric’s mouth watered. Ahmad’s rosebud was a dusky rose that was puckered tightly, so small and closed. Hands moved of their own accord, sliding between the cheeks, brushing the rim.

Eric began a sensuous kneading of Ahmad’s asshole. He waited to be asked to stop, but Ahmad just rolled his hips off the bed to give Eric better access. 

“Yes. Massage every inch of my ass. Every inch!” Ahmad ordered. 

Eric eagerly obeyed. How could he refuse? His fingers found the tightness of Ahmad’s hole too irresistible. He slowly began to bury his fingers in the hot tight hole. First finger, second finger until all he could imagine was choking his dick in such a tight hole, pounding it in there and fucking Ahmad hard. 

Eric ground his hips down, hissing in pleasure as the cloth of his pants brushed against his sensitive cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed some relief. 

“Turn over.” Eric asked. 

Ahmad flipped over on the massage table. His cock was hard and dripping precum.  Eric leaned into the table until his mouth circled around the head of Ahmad’s cock. He moaned around the length as the man thrust into his mouth groaning his name. 

“Get on the fucking table masseur. I insisted on your services with the agency because I knew the minute I saw your face that today I will suck your cock .” Ahmad moaned. It sounded like an order. 

Eric let go of Ahmad’s huge arab cock and pulled down his pants before taking off his shirt. He wasn’t nearly as hung as Ahmad, but with how hard he was, it hardly mattered. Eric spread his legs, straddling over Ahmad’s face. As he slurped on Ahmad’s cock, the man pulled his own cock deep into his throat. Eric felt his eyes roll back and let out a muffled moan. Fuck! It was so good. 

He wrapped his tongue around Ahmad’s cock, deep throating the fat beauty, whilst letting Ahmad thrust mindlessly into his throat. He fucked Ahmad’s face just as deeply as Ahmad fucked his face. The taste of wealthy cock filling his mouth, amongst a heady combination of massage oils and the moans of the man he was pleasuring began to drive him crazy. 

Eric was a seething mass of pure lust. His balls tightened with the need to cum hard. He knew he was going to, he sucked Ahmad’s cock deeply, faster and faster as he groaned his pleasure. Just as Ahmad’s cock began to spurt his tasty cream in Eric’s mouth, Eric groaned as the biggest climax rippled through his body and spilled from his cock into Ahmad’s greedily sucking mouth. 

Written by KevinGay Massage Manchester – Photo Credit blog.asiatown.net

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 builders Gay Massage

Your booking has been confirmed.

The second that I received the message, I felt my mind begin to race and my dick get solid. I know it doesn’t look like too much of a horny text, but seeing it in writing that my appointment with a hot male masseur was booked and confirmed, was more than enough to get me going.

At that point, I had never so much as felt a man’s cock in my hands or had a guys hands on mine. Fuck knows that I wanted it bad, but it wasn’t easy for me to make it happen. Growing up in a strict catholic family, I decided about age 12 that I was going to keep my gay butt well and firmly inside that closet with the door firmly locked. Key thrown away and never to be opened.

I know in todays modern and fairly liberal world, you probably think that this decision is weak, but you have never met my dad! I honestly believe that telling my dad I want my cock up a mans ass would probably give him a heart attack and finish him off. My mam would probably spend at least 3 months crying and praying to god to cure me. They could just never know or find out, and I had grown comfortable with my decision to keep it this way by now.

Luckily for me, no one would ever suspect for one second that I like men. Growing up with three straight (I think) brothers on a rough Manchester council estate has it’s benefits. I don’t talk or act camp, and my job grafting on a building site usually throws people of the scent and stops them looking for clues.

I do always get asked “when you getting a Girlfriend Rob?” – but my brothers and mates just think that I am a man-whore on the low, shaggin’ every bird on the estate. The quiet ones are always the worst, and most of the girls wish I bangin; them, so it wasn’t a hard disguise to pull off.

It was last week when I was doing my usual online perving, browser set to incognito obviously, that I came across the Manchester Lads that had gay masseurs and escorts. I was probably searching for my usual ‘straight lad porn’ or ‘building site gay sex scenes’ (I get most of my wanking material from the lads at work).

I clicked the link and my jaw practically banged on the keyboard. This guy was fucking hot. I clicked through to the picture gallery whilst stroking my cock. The lad was very good looking, but more guy next door than model material, making him just my type. His body was toned with a little bit of muscle, but he didn’t look like he spent his life in the gym. Again, just my type.

I found one photo of him standing fully naked with his back to the camera, his little tight bubble butt in full view. I decided that was the pic worth me wanking until I shoot over. It didn’t take long for me to explode, and in the moment I forgot that my mam and dad was downstairs watching corrie. I wasn’t completely sure but I I think I moaned the house down before I shot all over the monitor.

I just had to meet this guy.

After cleaning the spunk off my monitor the best I could with toilet roll, I started looking at his site in more detail. Apparently Adam offered ‘an intimate and erotic massage service for men’. I had never had a massage before, I wasn’t even sure if I would like them as I can sometimes get quite ticklish. The more I read what was in store though, the more I knew I needed to give this lad a call and book myself in. I kept reading a little bit more about this erotic massage service, then flicking back to the photo that had just given me one of the best wanks in a while.

The only thing stopping me from picking up the phone right there and getting me some man fun, was fear that this fit fucker Adam probably knew somebody that I did. The address was only about a 15 min drive away from mine. What if his neighbours knew what he did and they knew my dad or some shit like that?

I decided to sleep on it and see how I felt the next day. Maybe I just had the horn from seeing all the lads at work topless today. Fuck I love summer. One of the guys at work has just tirned 18 and he loves nothing more that to get his six-pac out whenever there is a hint of sun. I take my chances carefully to have a good perve when I know I won’t get caught.

Topless with his shovel, the kid is just to die for.

I woke up with a stiffy, nothing new there, but this stiffy was not going to be sorted by me. Sleeping on it hadn’t got rid of my desire to have Adam’s hands all over my body, before more importantly finishing me off with a nice happy ending. I wondered if this guy sucked too?

I got back on his website, determined not to be a soft lad this time. Man up and get yourself booked in you little puff, I told myself. I had another quick perve of his photos, thinking yes still hot, before I clicked on the “Book now” tab and dialed the number. I am not usually under confident, but I was shaking with nerves.

He answered immediately and in a panic by how quick it was, I hung up. Within seconds though my mobile was buzzing, he was calling me back!

‘Hi it’s Adam I’ve just missed a call from you, was you wanting to make a booking?’.

‘Yeah mate have you got anything today?’ My heart was pounding, but so was my cock and it felt good. I felt alive.

We arranged for me to go and see him that afternoon, 4 hours time never felt so far away. I got myself in the shower, I needed to get myself looking the best I could, I wanted to impress. I baffled myself even as to why I cared, with me being the paying customer it shouldn’t really matter what the hell I looked like, but I suppose you never know this could lead to.

I hadn’t really been taking good care of the manscaping recently, it looked like a jungle down there, so out came the clippers and I got to work on grooming. With freshly shaved chest and abs, my favourite tight fitting diesel grey boxers on and a spray of my newly bought Spicebomb aftershave. I was ready to get rubbed.

And tugged.

Tug Time.

I drove on to Adam’s street and parked by the side of his large detached property. I was feeling a new sense of confidence about the whole situation. After completely bricking it whilst making the appointment, my nerves had now been replaced with excitement and testosterone filled instincts to go and get what I wanted. Cock.

I had been asked to send a text to make sure he wasn’t still with a client before knocking. The request had been a bit off putting. It made me feel a bit like a slab of meat on a factory production line. But with lack of alternative ways to get Adam’s hands on my cock, I put the thought to bed faster than it surfaced. Moments after I messaged to say I had arrived, I got the reply that he was ‘ready for me’. God I was ready too.

Adam opened the door in a pair of black Nike joggers and a white t-shirt. He was shorter than I imagined but I was definitely not disappointed. I spotted his impressive bulge before I spotted his face. “Nice to meet you Rob, how you doing? His eyes a crystal blue colour, probably the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, how had I not picked up on them in the photos?

‘Good mate, good,’ I said still taking everything in about this beautiful boy, “ defo looking forward to my first massage.”

He led me upstairs, leading the way so I could check out his bubble butt through his joggers. Not quite sure what came over me, but I couldn’t resist giving it a quick squeeze!

Immediately I regretted doing it, but Adam just turned and flashed his killer smile whilst shaking his head. I bet it happened all the time, I thought.

‘If you get yourself naked and face down on the the bed we can get to work,’ Adam instructed me, very matter of fact, ‘ and just to make it clear it’s me providing the service so you’re welcome to have a good feel and grope of my dick and bod, but wanking or sucking me is not allowed. Any questions?’

How much would you charge me to bend you over this table and ram my hard cock in you? – was the question that I really wanted to ask, but instead I replied with a simple head shake.

I started to strip and Adam had his eyes all over me watching my every move. His eyes looked filled with excitement to see what I was offering without clothes. I bet he has to see loads of fat old ugly bastards usually, I thought to myself.

After I removed my t shirt he started to join me in the getting naked ritual. He took his top off and displayed his upper body. He wasn’t at all ripped but there was something fucking hot about his body. His pecs were developed and hard, his abs not strongly visible but not far off. I removed my jeans and threw them on top of my t shirt on the floor. Adam took off his joggers and neatly folded them. I think he thought that I looked in a bit of a rush for this.

By now my cock was fully hard, there was no hiding the fact with my tight boxers, and Adam couldn’t take his eyes off my pounding bulge. From what I could see, he was also semi hard. Either that or his cock was a monster. I lay face down on the massage table, head peeking through the hole. It felt quite strange and I was a bit disappointed my view was no longer of Adam. All in good time I suppose. I lay there waiting.

Wasting no time, Adam was working warm massage oil onto my back, gently ensuring that the whole of my back was covered and lightly oiled, before continuing with deep massage techniques that worked deep down into my muscles. I had been doing a lot of heavy lifting on the site this week, and this felt like instant relief to the damage that I had caused. I was enjoying the massage so much that it took me a while to notice that my erection had died. Shit. What if I couldn’t get it back?

Adam moved on to the legs, working his way from the calf muscles all the way up to the top. Every now and then his hand slipped and passed between my butt cheeks. I could feel his oiled hands brush past my ring and it was a beautiful sensation. I wouldn’t have minded if he slipped one of his fingers up. I had never once thought about ever letting anything up there, although I hadn’t slept with a guy but I always knew that my natural role would be to top, but caught up in the moment the thought of being fucked senseless didn’t offend me at all like it usually would.

‘If you can turn over for me,’ adam requested lifting the towel that he had draped over me, so I could turn with ease. I turned over, and the view was breathtaking. He had somehow managed to remove his boxers during the massage and was now stood there, fully erect, with a tiny drop of precum seeping out of the end of his hard cock. I placed the palm of my hands around the shaft of his dick, and using my thumb, spread the precum around the head, before sucking my thumb and giving it a little taste. What made me do that I don’t know, but I got the urge to and just went for it. It tasted different to mine, but perfectly good.

Adam removed my hand from his cock and went to his oil on the table by the side of the massage bed, pumped a dash of oil into his hands and began oiling my chest and stomach from behind my head. His throbbing meat now touching my ear as he worked the oil all over my front. His eyes looked distant, mind elsewhere like he was confused and contemplating

something. He worked my chest in gentle circular motions, occasionally he rearranged with intention his hard cock, so it was caressing a different part of my head.

‘Look mate, I don’t usually do this,’ Adam nervously announced and stopped massaging, ‘how about we take this to my bedroom and forget about the fee?’

Before I could even answer, he took my cock into his mouth and slowly started to suck. Sucking up and down my shaft with determination to get me hard again. I grew erect in his mouth, bypassing semi going straight from floppy to hard quicker than I could ever recall doing before. His warm mouth felt like the perfect home for my dick. It just worked. I closed my eyes and enjoyed immensely my first suck from a guy. I had been sucked by a few girls before, I would close my eyes and think of lads, but a guys mouth definitely felt so much better. Strange how you could tell the difference even with shut eyes.

Whilst still sucking, he licked his finger and placed it near my ring. He didn’t push it in, but just played around the area with his spit-wet finger, adding to the bliss of my suck

In the bedroom

Without saying a word, Adam nodded to instruct me to get up and off the massage table, before grabbing my hand and leading me next door into his bedroom. It felt liberating to be holding another man’s hand, something I probably hadn’t done since crossing the road with my dad when I was 7. Once in the bedroom, which unlike mine was immaculately tidy, he sat on his bed and got back to work on sucking my cock. I stood tall with my hands behind my head and my eyes closed, my mind completely empty of thoughts, just simply enjoying the horny moment. He sucked my cock like it was the best thing that he had ever tasted. Slow but determined. Regularly changing his technique to keep me guessing, occasionally moving away from my cock to my balls and perineum.

Adam stood up next to me and quietly asked in my ear ‘Can I fuck you?’, before returning back to work on my cock.

‘I would prefer to fuck you if you don’t mind’ – I asked, a little too politely for the moment. A short while ago whilst lying on the massage table, I would have just let him slip it in, but the moment had now passed now and I wanted in his ass.

‘I am top too we can just suck and play’

It seemed such a waste of an opportunity not to fuck, after waiting and wanting to do so for the past ten years I deemed getting bummed a bit less masculine than ramming my cock up him, I suppose less gay. Silly really because it shouldn’t make a difference but I suppose that is just the way my brain had been programmed.

‘Come and lie down and lets see what happens’, Adam suggested with a big grin on his face and a big hard-on down below. He lay down on his bed and started wanking himself whilst scanning my body up and down, taking me in, and clearly loving what he saw. I lay down on the bed next to him and started to wank too. He went in for a kiss. Fuck knows why but I pulled away, wasn’t quite ready to snog a guy yet. I deflected the move by starting to stroke his body, playing with his big nipples and moving my way down his body. I kissed and licked around his belly button area slowly licked his shaft from top to bottom before taking it in my mouth, this blowjob business came pretty naturally to say I hadn’t done it before.

‘You know what fuck it mate let me give it a go, fuck me Rob’, the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Adam wasted no time at all to take advantage of my change of heart, within seconds he was in his bedside drawer grabbing a bottle of lube. He pumped a squirt and started to lube his cock, that was already a little self lubricated with precum.

‘I’ll make you a deal Rob, let me fuck you today, and next time it’s your turn, we can’t get fairer than that can we’, he said with that cheeky lad grin again plastered from ear to ear, ‘now get yourself bent over’.

It was an offer that I couldn’t refuse.

I got myself into doggy position on the bed,with my back arched and my ass up. I was on the verge of a change of heart when I felt Adam’s warm cock slide slowly up and down in between my butt cheeks, rubbing teasingly against my ring. Wow. It felt so hot, orgasmic even, and he hadn’t even entered me yet. I now had to see what it felt like deep.

Adam squirted another pump of lube and began to lube me up a bit with his fingers. He carefully pushed the end of his cock in me. It hurt a little but It wasn’t as painful as I’d imagined. He then started to very slowly fuck me, taking care to not to hurt me. It felt like it was going up millimetre by millimetre, and the further up he got the more intense and pleasurable it became.

Adam started to fuck a little harder, his cock now fully in, it was making me moan loud with excitement. This feeling was completely new to me, I had never experimented with a dildo or fingers up there. I loved how it felt, both a strange sensation but a fucking beautiful one at the same time.

Adam was now going at it like he meant business. Hard, forceful, horny business. We were now both moaning in sync with pleasure. The harder he fucked, the better it felt. I didn’t even need to wank myself off, the feeling of being fucked was enough. I felt tempted to try and maneuver Adam into a different position, but didn’t want to interrupt the moment.

Our gentle moans had now increased into loud screams, Adam slowed his pace and I could sense from the change to his rhythm and the way that he moaned that he was about to cum. Still without playing with myself, I felt my own dick begin to throb and the explode. What felt like buckets of hot creamy cum started to shoot all over Rob’s bedding. I couldn’t fucking

believe it. I had just shot my biggest load all without even touching or playing with my dick. I didn’t even know that was physically possible! I loved how we both shot at exactly the same time without even trying, in perfect harmony.

Still with his cock in me, we lay down on top of the bed cuddling, both of us heavy breathing still.

‘Forget my turn as top next time Adam, that’s definitely your job!’ We both laughed, both hoping that the next time was soon.

How to grow your Gay Escort / Gay Massage client base

A Gay Escort can earn a similar salary to top-tier management, but without the stress, long hours and lack of freedom. However, escorts that just list a few half-baked profiles across the web and expect to earn the big dollars, will soon find that they are bitterly disappointed . Like anything worth achieving, becoming a top earning escort takes time, effort and a bit of investment.

Here are some tips for Gay Escorts that are looking to take their career to the next level, and their bank balance to very comfortable heights

 

Gay Escort Marketing

The first step to getting your phone ringing as an independent gay escort, is to market yourself – aggressively.

If you sign up with a gay escort agency, you can expect them to do the heavy lifting for you, but as an independent escort, it’s your job to get your face and profile in-front of potential clients.

Whilst there are many free ways of promoting yourself, such as via social media and classified ads, the most effective ways of marketing yourself as a gay escort will come at a cost. Think of this as an investment, as if done correctly, you will almost always earn a profit on any marketing money you spend.

As a guide, for every £1 you spend on effective marketing, you will earn around £10 back (this is based on being available for bookings full time, it would vary if you are having to turn away bookings due to other commitments.) 

So with this in mind, if you want to earn around £5000 per month, which is a realistic expectation for a full time gay escort, you will need to invest a minimum of £500  per month on effective Gay Escort Adverts.

Obviously, as you grow your business and build a loyal client base, the need to advertise will reduce and so you can choose to either cut down your ad spend, or keep it in place to ensure that your demand is always at 100%.

 

Where should I advertise my gay escort profile?

You should distribute your marketing spend across a wide range of platforms to ensure the best results. Some clients are loyal to one particular escort platform and use it constantly no matter where they are in the world, where as others like to google and explore to find new gay talents.

The best places to advertise depend on your location, escorts might find they are extremely busy from one advertising platform in one location, but then fail to get any clients from the exact same site when they move to a different location.

The best thing to do is to search google as a client would but using this search tool so that your previous search habits don’t effect the results.

Set the location and then use it to search terms such as “gay escorts near me” “Gay Massage in London” “Hotel male massage Manchester” – you want to make sure that your gay escort profile or classified ad is featured on as many relevant google page 1 top results as possible.

If you are an escort in the UK, you should find that some of the results include popular place to advertise such as

The higher up they are on google the more you want to spend with them. So for example, sleepyboy offers you a free listing, but you would be so far down the list on their site that you are unlikely to get spotted by clients, so you would need to pay a subscription fee to be higher up the list.

Unless you’re in a very competitive city such as London / New York – a standard listing on most escort sites will be suffice. On the classified platforms such as VivaStreet – make sure you always upgrade to bump up or  “multi post” listing or your ad will end up gathering dust at the bottom of the pile.

Post bumping is a better way to spend your money on classified sites than paying to be highlighted or featured.

 

What should my gay escort profile include?

When you’re investing money in your gay-escort advertising, you want to make sure that the return on your investment is as high as realistically possible. You don’t want to just hand your money over and then put little though into your advert.

Your profile text needs to be concise but clever.

Client’s are not choosing a husband, they don’t need or want to read your life story, but they do want to grasp a good idea of you, your personality and strengths as an escort/gay masseur.

The most effective profiles contain 2 paragraphs that introduce you and what you’re about, followed by 5 bullet points of your big USP’s (Unique Selling Points).

Don’t waste one word of your profile text with throw-away fluff – you want it to be as brief and concise as possible, so every single word counts. Avoid anything generic or statements such as “like to meet new people” “Good in bed” – think instead what makes you especially unique?  Don’t waste words mentioning stats or physical appearance details that are obvious from your photos or stats section of the profile.

Your gay escort profile text should leave a client intrigued to know more about you. Give them something to start a conversation about when they meet you in person, whether that be something about your past or your plans for the future.

Escort Profile Photos

The most important thing when it comes to photos for your escort profile is for them to be a true reflection of who you are and what you look like. Whilst having one or two professional pics will do you no harm, you are more likely to get bookings from less professional and honest looking photos.

You want good quality but not too polished photos. So stay away from Photoshop but also don’t try and advertise with a handful of mirror selfies.

Sexually suggestive photos tend to work better than full on porn, so unless your meat and veg are your biggest selling point, it’s best to leave the full display to the imagination – if they think they have seen everything you have to offer in your profile, is there a need to meet you in person?

You want a good selection of photos so the client feels they have seen enough to make an assessment if they fancy you, but don’t feel the need to have 30 photos either, again its about leaving them wanting more.

It’s crucial that your photos are regularly updated (at least every 3 months) – if you ever find that your booking line has gone a little quiet, changing up your profile pics is usually a good way to get the phone ringing again.

If you don’t look like your pictures in person, it will be mentioned in your reviews, and your bookings will be seriously effected. Forever.

Should I have my own gay escort website?

If you intend on working as a Gay Escort or Gay Male Masseur full time, you should definitely invest in a website or create one for yourself.

Having your own branded website for your Gay Escort or Naturist Massage business means:

  • You instantly appear more professional – client’s know that you take your escort or sensual massage profession seriously and are not just trying to make a quick buck.
  • Free advertising from organic traffic- eventually with time and effort you will start to receive traffic from google /bing searches – meaning free traffic and free advertising.
  • It’s uncensored – you can have photos the other sites wont accept.
  • You can blog and build up a following that eventually will turn into paying clients too.
  • You can build up an email list to market your escort / massage services to (send out discounts and promos when it’s quiet).
  • You can build up reviews that can’t be taken away. If you have all your reviews on a paid platform, as soon as you stop paying the reviews are gone too. If you get clients to leave their service review on your own website, this will always be yours and you can take with you wherever you go.
  • You can integrate a booking system. If you work full time, and especially if your service is more massage than escort, having an online booking system such as SimplyBook is loved by clients.
  • You can have a members only section that clients have to pay to access – without having to pay a cut to onlyfans etc.

If you would like some assistance in creating your Gay Escort or Gay Massage website feel free to send an email to book@naturistmalemassage.com to discuss your ideas and see if we can help.

 

Building up your escort client base.

In mega-cities like London or Paris, there may be enough transient client’s to not have the need for a loyal repeat client base, but in most places this isn’t the case and the number of clients in your area is not infinite – you will need to build up repeat clients to last in the business.

The best way to build up your client base is by simply always being reliable and giving a 100% service time after time. You can read some tips on what makes a good gay escort.

Some clients like to find one escort that they can connect to and trust, and then use them every-time they are in the market for a gay escort service. These clients can become your “bread and butter” and ensure that even in quiet times you have a steady income.

Other clients like variety and will “do the rounds” – but even these clients will eventually be back to you providing you haven’t disappointed.

If you’ve built up an email list via your own website, you can send out marketing campaigns to keep the bookings coming in from repeats. 

Never under any circumstances speculatively send texts to past clients to entice them back. This breaks all the discretion rules that clients expect from a good escort and you will loose the client for life.

Another very simple but highly effective way of getting a client to be a repeat client, is by telling them at the end of your escort/massage session that you really enjoyed yourself and hope that you can both meet again sometime.

This lets the client know they are welcome back and clients love to hear that you also enjoyed.

 

Building up your escort reputation.

Never underestimate the power of online reviews, many clients simply will not book an escort that has no previous client feedback. The way to think of it is, every time you get a genuine positive online review you get a pay rise.

Seriously. That is how important they are.

As crucial as they are, don’t pester every client you meet for a review, this comes across as a bit desperate and could loose you a repeat booking.

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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.”

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