F*cking with AJ Sloan: My First Valencian Tantric Massage

May 12, 2023
AJ SLOAN

I love my friends. I cannot say that enough. I am truly blessed. While in Valencia, Spain, one of my best friends referred me to a Brazilian tantric masseur that he had gone to a few years back. As I am open to many new possibilities and trust him deeply, I was one hundred and ten percent cool with the invitation.

I must admit, I was skeptical at first. I am no stranger to tantric experiences but I am usually being paid to do so (poor me). Of course, my curiosity time and time again gets the best of me, and I always say, try anything twice (the first time has the chance of being a fluke). So I accepted.

When I got there, I was greeted by a gorgeous Brazilian who was more than hospitable (and then some, as I was about to find out). I was under the assumption that he was heterosexual, as I knew he had a wife who was also in the tantric profession. However, as I have learned in recent years, that means very little.

We began with deep breathing and movement. As silly as I felt at first, it was likely necessary to shake off any inhibitions that the outside world imposes. As we moved, he undressed me in the most gentle way I didn't know was possible. I barely noticed the transition from dressed and perpendicular to nude and horizontal.

As he massaged my body as I lay face down, I was still a bit in my head. "This straight dude is doing this because he's being paid to," I couldn't help but think. But the way he touched my skin, my body, I soon could not help but to melt into the moment and his current touch. PROFESSIONAL.

After a while of rubbing my now erect cock into the innocent mattress, he instructed me to turn over. I was not ashamed of my arousal and did as I was told. He lifted my legs over his and began to work my front. I know the "no touch" rules of the champagne room, but I tested the waters and began to stroke his thighs as he stroked all of me. Soon, his hands made it to my rock-hard cock, and my body went into preparatory full-body orgasm mode.

As he leaned forward to allow his body, his face, his cheek, to make contact with my body, my hands made contact with his rock-hard uncut cock. Full frottage commenced, and my reluctance dissipated with any inhibitions that I may have still been clinging onto from the outside world.

As I stroked his cock and he stroked mine, I was fully in the moment. It was truly beautiful in the most homoerotic of ways. I was still under the impression that he was simply in it for the work of it. As I thought this, his mouth descended on my pulsating hardon for a little taste. A little taste turned into more, and before I knew it, he was giving me the oral pleasure that is only written about in lost texts from the ancient Greeks.

My boldness surfaced, and I asked if I could taste him. His face lit up with a smile, and he maneuvered his body so that we could both taste each other's cocks. We 69'ed, both rock hard, while I held onto dear life not to bust my load. Watching his plump lips devour me as I took into mine his uncut splendor was enough to send me over the edge and back again.

Again, I tested my limits, and I asked if I could taste his lips. Once again, he obliged with an ecstatic smile and lunged his face toward mine. We furiously made out while grinding each other's hard cocks together. At this point, I was not thinking of anything but his flesh meeting mine, and the carnal pleasures that came with it.

He brought his cock to meet my lips and began to stroke my cock again. I tried desperately to control myself, as anyone in a state of ecstasy would, but I couldn't hold back any longer. With his rock-hard cock in my mouth and his trembling torso towering over me, I busted every last drop out of me. To my surprise, as he took in my physical signs of reaching climax, his face came down to my member right before it erupted, and he allowed my glee to shoot right into his mouth, followed by his attempt to suck every last drop of joy out.

As I lay there in a post-nut glow, he massaged my chest, my torso, and my legs. He was beaming with happiness, as was I. Little did I know in my euphoric haze, this was not over. He was far from finished with me and my body.

As he began to lick my body, my fingers traveled down his back toward his hole. His one thigh lifted over my body to mount my crotch, and I was hard again in an instant. Spitting on my fingers, I allowed them to travel down his back and between his cheeks. His body clung to mine as I began to finger his hole, first one finger, then two. I have never finger fucked someone as aggressively as I did him this day, and I am happy to know my new capabilities.

His body vulnerably trembled with pleasure as our chests pressed together. My mouth all over his chest, nipples, torso; we were connected in a way that I had yet to experience. As he clung to me, I tantalized his prostate while massaging his taint, and took pleasure in every vibration his body passed onto mine.

The time came when it was too much sensation for his nerves to process, and he gushed forth his elation between our bellies. His body collapsed on mine, and we both basked in the afterglow. I love new experiences.

Afterward, he mentioned that he is not straight but bisexual (surprise!) and that he enjoyed connecting to my energy. So much so that he invited me to another session with him and his wife. He expressed an interest in allowing his wife to watch as he rides my cock before she joins in. As a gay-identifying man, I must admit, this has always been a fantasy of mine. To please a man by pleasing his woman. So binary, I know, but I can't help but acknowledge my desires.

Afterward, as I talked with my friend about my experience, I learned that our masseur is normally just that, a masseur. No blowjobs, no cum guzzling, no kissing, and definitely no fingering his ass. He truly knows how to make a guy feel special apparently. I love new experiences.

So what do you think, guys? Should I continue this and embark on a threesome with him and his wife? It's been eons since my lips touched...lips, but this experience has me open to a lot, to say the least. Let me know your thought on my Twitter and Insta, and don't hold back. Shyness is outdated.