He said no other male had touched him and he was 150% straight. I explained further that this type of massage was shared between men to bring them cl...ser together and to use the sexual energy to move all over the body and to allow each of us to reach higher levels of energy and understanding. He then said, OK, I'll try it but if I feel weird, you have to stop. I told him, if he felt weird to let me help him work though it instead of stopping the process and he would be better off. I also. I’ve started playing football and squash again and in quite good shape. This story is about one weekend where i went on a night out with some of the lads. We are all over 40 and most are single/divorced. I was set to share a room with a chap called Pete, a couple of years younger than me but a fairly good player. The night out came and went without incident and as we were in Manchester ended with a little lap dancing. Back at the Travelodge we started to undress for bed chatting about the night. "Ok Hun, let's get some shots of you dressed to kill!"Jen got me to stand and then walked round me taking photos, moving my hands, tipping my head backwards. I felt like a model! I felt like I was on fire! I no longer felt like a guy - I wanted to be a model in her pictures in the gallery."Do you want to see what you look like?" I was so obsessed with the camera I hadn't even seen what I looked like. "Close your eyes...put your hand out!" Jen grabbed my hand and led me along a short distance. "Are we really doing this?" she asked, uncertain."Only if you want to," I answered.Sonya took one last look back at Claire, who disappeared into the bedroom offering one final glimpse of her long, slender legs and that absurdly incredible ass."I want to," Sonya grinned, and chased afterwards. They actually had the nerve to close the door behind them.But, much as I might have enjoyed seeing what Claire was getting up to with my girlfriend in there, my attention was, at that moment, entirely.