Massaging The Football Player

This was all wrong. I’m not gay. I’ve never been with a man, and yet his touch sparked a fire inside me.

One day after football practice, the man of the house offered to massage me. Being massaged by a man made me feel uncomfortable, but my curiosity got the better of me. As his strong, rough hands kneaded my muscles, I started to feel uncomfortable. I'm totally straight, but his touch stirred something inside me.

One thing led to another and I found myself being taken bareback by the man of the house! Losing my innocence to a taboo, forbidden relationship was exciting, but was it worth it?