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HetFlex_K 51M
159 posts
2/24/2024 3:31 pm
do I miss it?

My days as a gay masseur are officially over, with only a few random men sending me text messages here and there to potentially book a session at a later date. I am “retired” - or at least that’s what I tell people. I’ll still do it as a paying hobby though, and so far only one person has contacted me about that. I’m sure there will be others.

I was asked if I missed doing gay massage, and the truth is that there are some aspects I definitely pine for a bit. I miss the intimacy and excitement, but not the drama, and I certainly long for the hourly pay while feeling genuine relief because I’m no longer dealing with the fakes, flakes, liars and so on. It was a good job, that could be very gratifying, but also tedious and annoying. That sounds like most jobs, doesn’t it?

If I wanted to put myself out there and give free massages so I could experience the intimacy again I could, but I don’t miss it that much. When I’m not making a dime on my interactions with men I tend to be completely selfish, and often want to get right to the point. Massage was about helping feel comfortable and getting them to lower their inhibitions, but I don’t need to do that when there are tons of eager sluts ready and willing to do what I want, without the need for me to do much more than command it. I don’t have to work for blowjobs, hand jobs, or anything like that.

It really boils down to a couple of things; the pay, and the effect I had on my . I miss the money, and I miss helping men relax, open up and explore their<b> desires. </font></b>Some were genuinely fun, and I’d love to see them again, but I’m not rushing to do so for free. In the end, being a masseur was like doing any other job, and I no more miss it than I miss my time working at pizza shops or gas stations when I was young. If given the opportunity, I would do it again, but mainly for the money, the freedom to chose when I work, and with whom. It wasn’t a bad gig, but it was work, especially for my libido. So do I miss it? Not really…



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