Then about 3 months ago, I started thinking about it again, and I mentioned the idea to my friend and confidant, Tony. I almost breathed a sigh of relief - figured it was a sign, and stopped contemplating the idea - at least for the time being. I needed to go at a time when my whereabouts would not be questioned, so when I was available one day, I finally plucked up the courage to call him, but he was not available. His picture was gorgeous, and the reviews written by previous clients were glowing. He gives a combination legitimate/sensual massage. Splitting hairs, I know - but that's a whole other story, and not for discussion here.Ībout a year ago, I saw the profile of a masseur who lives very close to me, who sounded perfect. However, a couple of years ago I came across a website that lists massage therapists all over the world, by type of massage they offer and city, and in my mind, figured that having a sensual massage would be a way of having some male contact, without 'going out and having sex'. I am a married man, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual, but, in trying to remain faithful to my marriage vows, made a decision not to act upon my urges to have sex with men.
