The Cul-de-sac Masseur (Gay Erotica)

Most neighborhoods had one. Ours was no different. Nestled in the homeland heart of suburbia, I was that guy—the one all those married guys knew they could come to when the wife gave them the cold shoulder in bed. When the itch just wouldn’t go away, they came to me to have it scratched. They all knew who I was. I was damn good at my job, and everyone came to me.

Another fantastic entry from gay erotica author R. Kinney!