Happy Ending

wankerholic42

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When I was younger and between jobs I took a course in Massage. The instructor was a friend of mine who was a professional masseur. At the completion of the course I qualified and received my diploma/certificate.

My friend, like me, was gay and he suggested I advertised my services in a national gay newspaper, also gay magazines. He also said, “Be prepared to complete the legitimate massage, by giving the client a handjob as most of them will expect it. But don’t advertise that fact or you’ll have trouble with the law.”

Over the next couple of years, I pleasured countless guys and a couple of women (one with her husband!). Most massages were carried out on my bed at home (I couldn’t afford a proper massage table), though I did perform a few at the clients’ homes, plus a few London hotels. I can’t remember how much I charged (I think it was about £8 with no extra payment required for a happy ending.).

I recall only a couple of massages where the client didn’t require “the big finish”, one of whom was a relief as the guy looked very frail and must have been well into his 80’s. He may not have survived the excitement!

So, after this lengthy “prologue”, do let me and other horny Litsers reading this thread know (hopefully in explicit detail) if you’ve received a happy ending with a massage, desired one, but been unsuccessful or if you’re a masseur who gives them.

By the way, one of my favourite genres of porn is Massage Videos, complete with a happy ending, of course!
 
I've definitely received happy endings, mostly places in Chinatown in the city I lived. There was one very cute girl who take care of me a few times. A few times the women would show their tits.

Also went to a legal place in Eastern Europe - very hot women working there and much cleaner.

Most recently I was offered one while traveling in the far east. I got the massage because I was sick with a head cold...was too out of it to feel horny so I turned her down. The massage sucked anyway so I don't think the HJ would have been very good!
 
Years ago on one particular day, I just happened to be wearing my classic grey sweatpants, my wife surprise me w a massage for an early Valentine's Day gift. I tell her I'm going commando, and she's like, well keep it together because I know her. She had gone to this one previously, and she thought I'd love it. The owner/masseuse was very pretty and in very classy place. Panic set in when she instructed me to undress to where I'm comfy and lie on the table.

Laying face down, I look through the whole in the table and see fantastically manicured toes in a strappy sandal. Her gentle caressing fingers came close to some of my private areas, it was very arousing. As she exposed my upper thigh and buttock, I felt cool air on my balls. Did she expose them? Very hot.

So yea, turning over was a bit embarrassing as I was sporting a chubby. Scalp, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, legs, yea I was extremely erect by the time she go to my thighs. I mean, the heavy sheet is tenting up, bobbing. Had I looked, I'm sure there was a noticeable wet spot.

She announced I had a few minutes remaining would return with heated towels to warm my muscles and absorb the oils, I should lay on my stomach plus she also wanted to know how I heard of the place. OMG those towels felt amazing and warmed me right up. I told her about how my wife surprised me.

Rolling on my back, still sporting a chub, she ran that warm towel down my chest, onto my abdomen and further, pushing my erection straight up. Then she did my feet and worked her way up my leg to my thighs and oh my, did the other one. Time was up, she told me to relax for 5 minutes and she'd return with water.

I'm thinking about Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day, but it's not working. She returns, with water, notices my condition, not sure if this is a set up or not, she tells me that she likes my wife and that they would get along very nicely, but she had other customers in the waiting area and I couldn't walk out with an erection.

I'm sitting up on the table, towels over my lap and she oils up her hand, looking right at me. She grabs my junk and starts to stroke me and pleads with me not to tell my wife nor anyone, she couldn't afford to loose her license nor lease. I mean her amazing green eyes are looking right through me. I lasted about 45 seconds and she kept stroking for another minute before I became vocal.
 
Years ago on one particular day, I just happened to be wearing my classic grey sweatpants, my wife surprise me w a massage for an early Valentine's Day gift. I tell her I'm going commando, and she's like, well keep it together because I know her. She had gone to this one previously, and she thought I'd love it. The owner/masseuse was very pretty and in very classy place. Panic set in when she instructed me to undress to where I'm comfy and lie on the table.

Laying face down, I look through the whole in the table and see fantastically manicured toes in a strappy sandal. Her gentle caressing fingers came close to some of my private areas, it was very arousing. As she exposed my upper thigh and buttock, I felt cool air on my balls. Did she expose them? Very hot.

So yea, turning over was a bit embarrassing as I was sporting a chubby. Scalp, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, legs, yea I was extremely erect by the time she go to my thighs. I mean, the heavy sheet is tenting up, bobbing. Had I looked, I'm sure there was a noticeable wet spot.

She announced I had a few minutes remaining would return with heated towels to warm my muscles and absorb the oils, I should lay on my stomach plus she also wanted to know how I heard of the place. OMG those towels felt amazing and warmed me right up. I told her about how my wife surprised me.

Rolling on my back, still sporting a chub, she ran that warm towel down my chest, onto my abdomen and further, pushing my erection straight up. Then she did my feet and worked her way up my leg to my thighs and oh my, did the other one. Time was up, she told me to relax for 5 minutes and she'd return with water.

I'm thinking about Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day, but it's not working. She returns, with water, notices my condition, not sure if this is a set up or not, she tells me that she likes my wife and that they would get along very nicely, but she had other customers in the waiting area and I couldn't walk out with an erection.

I'm sitting up on the table, towels over my lap and she oils up her hand, looking right at me. She grabs my junk and starts to stroke me and pleads with me not to tell my wife nor anyone, she couldn't afford to loose her license nor lease. I mean her amazing green eyes are looking right through me. I lasted about 45 seconds and she kept stroking for another minute before I became vocal.
I have never had a massage and this is why. It would be so embarrassing.
 
I've not been to a happy ending massage studio. Mainly because I'm not curious enough to try, but partly because I have no idea how is supposed to work, and I'm petrified of asking the wrong one.

I've always imagined those places are in plain sight and most people second guess their presence by telling themselves it's not that kind of neighborhood. But it's kind of hard to miss when you can't see in, and there's no actual business name on the strip mall store front.
 
I have been to places where I know I will get a "happy ending" but also "legitimate" massage places where you just don't know whether it is offered or not.
Honestly, I have pretty much always been disappointed with the happy endings as they have felt rather "matter of fact" and have not been delivered with much sexiness at all - rather as if it is part of a process.
The much more erotic feelings have come when I have visited a Thai massage place, seen a different lady each time, and whilst I have never been offered any "relief", your mind is playing erotic games and I often get much harder than at the happy ending parlours.
 
I've not been to a happy ending massage studio. Mainly because I'm not curious enough to try, but partly because I have no idea how is supposed to work, and I'm petrified of asking the wrong one.

I've always imagined those places are in plain sight and most people second guess their presence by telling themselves it's not that kind of neighborhood. But it's kind of hard to miss when you can't see in, and there's no actual business name on the strip mall store front.
I've been to some that look perfectly legit but have offered me extra services. And others that look just like you would think a happy ending studio should and been surprised when nothing is offered. A few months ago the lady stopped halfway through to go lock up, I thought for sure we were on but she gave no hint of extras. When I was getting dressed after I saw on the wall a sign stating a 50$ charge if she sees your junk. I don't know if that was a warning or an offer.

I always come out happy after a good massage. Just sometimes extra happy.
 
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