Doug Deeson's musings

  Back to see Will. After my last session with Will, we “chatted” via text and I asked him what the hell?   I mentioned that I always thought he was straight.   He says he is/was/has been.   But he’s always been curious and all the things we talked about, just made him realize he was attracted to me.   In out last visit, he says he just couldn’t help himself.   And he hoped I didn’t mind.   I told him I didn’t, but we should talk if he wants to go further, and that I’m not averse to going forward. A few weeks pass and we continue out chats. My back and glutes are still bothering me, so I make an appointment and I’m back to see Will for another treatment. He starts with some leg work, stretching and manipulating my hip and leg joints, placing my leg on his shoulder, and using his body weight to push into me to stretch the joint.   I’m only in underwear, boxer briefs, spandex compression shorts, so nothing is “hidden”.   He’s got on black n...

Will is my massage therapist.  Outside of massage therapy, he’s a soccer player, and has that lean, muscular build.  He’s  5’7”, of Greek ancestry, and from what I’ve seen (legs and top of chest) he’s covered in a dark layer of fur. He’s always very proper, excuses himself to allow me privacy to change, even if I’m only taking my shirt off.  I have some back and shoulder issues, and he works on the upper body a lot, less often on my legs, so quite often I only need to be shirtless. However, as well as massage, he does a therapy called fascial stretching which involves a lot of stretching, with him using his body to move mine.  For example, he’ll bend my leg over his shoulder then thrust up and away from my hip to stretch that joint. This position places his groin very close to mine. Another technique is to place my foot in his groin and bend my leg up and toward my shoulder. Will is, as far as I knew, completely straight. He’s been with his girlfriend for ma...

  It had been a number of years since I’d seen Barry.   After the divorce, he remained part of the family but more like a distant relative, not someone I’d see all the time. But we would see each other, he was after all the father of my sister’s children, so he was around. We never had the opportunity to repeat our night in the tent and I really, really wanted to despite what it might do to my sister, if she found out. Eight years after our night in the tent, I was looking for a new place to live, and he heard about that through my nephew.   He was just getting ready to move out of his house and contacted me to offer me first dibs on his place, if I liked it.   I arranged to head over there, have a few beers, watch a hockey game and tour the place. Of course, I wanted more than that, but I didn’t say anything, just agreed to come over and tour the place. When I got there, he gave me the tour.   It was a nice three-bedroom home, fireplace on the main floo...

  Many years ago, just after my sister and her first husband, Barry, had separated, our relatives came from England for an extended stay.   My sister didn’t want to let them know her marriage was ending, as she didn’t want to spoil their holiday.   And as it was an extended stay, she also loaned them her summer place for a few weeks, so they could get out of the city and enjoy the country.  The only problem was that they didn’t have a vehicle and would need regular groceries and other supplies brought up to them.   The first weekend after they’d gone up, I ended up volunteering to go with Barry.   This would be an overnight trip.   My sister’s place is small, so it was already crowded with just my relatives, as a result Barry and I set up a tent in the yard and we’d sleep out there for the night.  It was late May and still chilly at night and Barry suggested that we zip our sleeping bags together for warmth. My sister is older than me, by se...

 I'm launching this new blog to post some erotica that I've written.  There will be adult content and should only be read by those 18 years of age and older.  There may also be bisexual content, but mostly gay.  If you don't like a story, skip it.  Read the next one or the one before it.   Thanks and enjoy. Doug