They took a risk by opening up their relationship, but they didn’t anticipate what could happen
This article by Devon Delacroix was originally published in Xtra Magazine as part of the Hard Labour column.
Standing outside a small, rural bus station, I’m surveying a row of parked cars. I’m trying to find a black Ford SUV and, by coincidence, there are three of them parked next to each other.
I don’t really want to go knocking on windshields, saying “Uh, hey. Are we supposed to fuck?” But after a couple of minutes standing there, a window rolls down and a hand reaches out, gesturing to me to come over.
Stepping into the passenger side, I’m greeted by a dude in his mid-30s with a shaved head and a spray-on tan.
“I was kinda confused because there were three black SUVs all in a row,” I say, smiling.
“Yeah?” he says, seeming totally uninterested.
“And then, I wasn’t sure when I got in,” I add. “Because I thought there would be two of you.”
“Oh,” he says, turning to me with a smile. “My boyfriend is at home.”
After driving for a half hour through fields, past barns and silos, we pull up to their house. It looks like something from Architectural Digest; a bunch of cubes stacked in an asymmetrical pile, seeming oddly out of place in the landscape.
He turns off the engine, we step out of the car, and I follow him inside. Techno beats fill the space, no doubt the result of a thoughtfully-installed whole-house sound system. I leave my shoes at the door and walk through to the living room. All of the furniture is black, white or gray. A selection of art magazines arrange in a fan on the table, looking like they’ve never been touched. A massive TV hangs opposite the couch.
When the boyfriend emerges, I see they’re one of those twin couples; same height, build, facial features and tans, no doubt drawn together by a kind of sexual narcissism — that feeling of wanting to fuck yourself.
They’ve booked me for a two-hour massage, specifying I should spend an hour with each of them. After the initial greeting, they just stand there silently, looking alternately at each other and the floor. I suggest we head to the bedroom to get started. They nod and I follow them upstairs.
Their bedroom has the same black/white/gray colour scheme. One wall is open, looking down into the living room and kitchen. In the corner, a ceramic figure of a naked man with outstretched arms serves as an accessory rack, holding a copious number of bracelets, chains, and leather cuffs. A painting of two naked guys rubbing their erections together hangs above the bed. A glass vase full of condoms stands on the side table, indicating that strangers are likely a regular feature in their bedroom.
I strip the duvet off the bed, placing it on top of the dresser. The techno music is still blaring, so I politely suggest we change to something a little more relaxing. One of them pokes briefly at his phone, and the soundscape switches to mellow R&B.
“So . . . which one of you wants to go first?”
The guy who’d been waiting at home nods and begins stripping off. I spread a towel out on the bed and instruct him to lie on his stomach, with his feet towards the headboard. I’m about to strip off when I notice guy number one, who had picked me up at the bus station sitting, fully clothed on a chair in the corner.
“Uh, so you’re going to watch?” I say, tentatively. He nods.
Feeling his eyes on my body, I strip to my underwear and begin rubbing oil on his boyfriend’s back. Starting from his shoulders, my hands gradually work their way down to his ass. After about 20 minutes, I climb on top of him, straddling his body.
I’m trying to avoid looking at the other guy, but his eyes are locked on me. After briefly massaging his shoulders from this angle, I release my legs to the side and ease my body down on top of him.
This is usually the moment in a massage when the erotic element kicks in. Kissing his neck, I grind my pelvis into his ass, slowly increasing the friction. After a few minutes, I whisper softly in his ear to turn over. Normally by this point the body contact has produced a semi if not a full erection. But when he flips onto his back, he’s totally flaccid.
His soft cock makes me nervous. Guys can be anxious if they’ve never had a massage before but it’s not a big deal and can usually be quickly remedied with the right combination of touch. But I’m conscious of the fact his boyfriend is watching and aware of the lack of visible sexual arousal.
Does he think I’m doing a bad job? Is he worried that his boyfriend isn’t into what’s happening? Is he regretting having me here?
Straddling his body again, I begin massaging his chest, working my way down to his crotch. Stroking his inner thighs, my fingers brush his balls and his cock jumps. I start playing with it and feel him get hard in my hand. I look up and the boyfriend is staring at us, a wide smile across his face.
Even though I’ve had plenty of sexual experiences with multiple people in the room, being observed right now feels oddly strange. There’s always a tiny fear in the back of your mind with a new client, that you might not be able to unlock the specific thing that gets them off. And, as I’m now realizing, being observed only amplifies this fear.
I close my eyes, place one hand over his heart and keep stroking him with the other. The rhythm of the hand job picks up as he reaches full erection. I can feel his pulse rising in his chest and then, with a sharp inhalation he shoots all over my hand. I look up at the other guy who’s smiling widely.
My first trick opens his eyes, glances over at his boyfriend, and they both look away. He goes to the washroom to wipe himself off and the second guy wordlessly strips and lies face down on the bed. I contemplate asking for a break, but my first trick returns in a bathrobe and takes a seat in the corner, so it seems like we’re just going to keep going.
Massages usually follow the same pattern, but there are always little tweaks, depending on the client and their needs. Since the guy I’m about to massage just watched me give a massage, should I try something different? If I do that, will either of them feel jealous, as if I’m more into one of them than the other?
Since he’s already lying down waiting for me to start, I just begin with my regular pattern, working up and down the muscles of his back, first with broad strokes and then finer movements, pinpointing knots and points of tension. I glance over at the boyfriend seated in the corner, but he’s staring at the floor.
I gradually work my way down his back until I’m massaging his ass, my nipples brushing against his back. I continue rubbing his ass, spreading it apart and playing with his hole. His body starts to squirm with pleasure under me. As I stand up, getting ready to walk around and get on top of him, I glance at the boyfriend again. Now, he’s staring out the door of the bedroom, down the stairs to the living room.
I straddle trick number two and continue massaging his shoulders. Abruptly, the boyfriend stands and walks downstairs. Through the open wall at the end of the bedroom, I see him step outside and light a cigarette.
Should I stop the session and let them talk? Maybe since he’s already come he’s just a little bored and felt like a smoke.
Finally unobserved, and without the need to perform for a third person, I feel empowered. I lie on top of him, my crotch pressing into his ass and start grinding my body into his. I begin kissing my way down his back until my tongue finally lands in his hole.
As I’m eating his ass, the boyfriend returns and sits in the chair, but continues staring at the floor. He has the demeanour of someone in the waiting room of a sexual health clinic, nervously avoiding eye contact, waiting for his name to be called so he can escape.
My current trick continues to squirm as I eat his ass and I finally whisper in his ear to flip over. As I stand to let him turn onto his back, the boyfriend also stands, and leaves the room again. I straddle the guy on the bed and begin playing with his nipples. I can see the guy downstairs in the kitchen, bent over the counter staring at his phone.
It seems clear trick number one is not into what’s going on. But it also doesn’t seem like I should disrupt trick number two’s experience by pointing that out. I work my hands down his body until I reach his cock, which is totally hard. I begin stroking him, my other hand pressed into his chest. His eyes still closed, he begins rubbing my thighs, working his way to my crotch, pulling my cock out of my underwear.
We continue working each other’s cock and I can feel his orgasm building, but he pushes my hand away.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I don’t wanna come.”
“Does that mean you’re done?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I’m good.”
He sits up, a look of concern flickers across his face when he realizes his boyfriend is gone. Did they not talk about that possibility when they planned this? I’m assuming from the condoms next to the bed that it can’t be that strange for them to fuck other people. Maybe the massage was their first experience with voyeurism? Should I help them process? Or should I just get the hell out and let them deal with it on their own?
I excuse myself to the bathroom and wash my hands, not bothering to take a shower. I dress, grab my massage supplies and head downstairs, where I find them standing in the kitchen, staring at their phones.
“Ready to go?” the guy who’d originally picked me up says.
“Yeah,” I say. “Are you guys okay though?”
The other guy just nods silently.
Driving back through the fields, past the barns and the silos, we sit in silence. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on. But for my own peace of mind, I feel like I need to ask.
“So,” I begin. “Was that okay for you guys?”
He shrugs.
“That was the first time you had a massage together?”
He nods.
“But you guys have sex with other people?”
He smiles. “Not since we’ve been together.”
He tells me they’ve been in a monogamous relationship for 14 years. Opening it up has been under discussion, and a mutual massage seemed like a good start.
The gravity of the situation sinks it. This is an otherwise happy couple that presumably have a good life together, aside from a little sexual boredom. They’ve decided to take a risk by opening their relationship in a specific way and they wanted me to be part of it. It’s like I walked into their house, threw a grenade in the middle of the room, and left.
We pull up at the bus station. My hand on the door handle, I turn to him.
“So are you guys gonna be okay?”
He shrugs, not looking at me.
“We’ll see,” he says.
I feel like I should be doing something more, insist he take me back to their place so I can help them talk through this. But the truth is, I don’t really know how to help them process this new phase in their relationship. Is this the beginning of the end of them?
Whatever his mental state, my driver seems thoroughly uninterested in talking to me. He continues to gaze straight forward as I stare at him. Eventually, I realize this isn’t going to go anywhere. If he wanted to process this with me, he would have by now.
“Okay,” I say, opening the door. “If you guys need to talk about this at some point, just give me a call.”
He nods and I step out of the SUV, closing the door behind me. I stand, looking after him as he pulls away from the curb, a light rain hitting my face. He doesn’t look back.
What a creepy experience, hope it was only fiction…
This was not a good read and definitely not arousing.
not worth the risk here
Opening up a relationship can be great but unless both guys are on the same page, it’s pretty doomed.
this “Opening up the relationship” is completely ridiculous. It’s an automatic no go for me. If my partner kept pushing it, i’d say the relationship would soon be over.
Yeah… And that’s why I said that the guys need to be on the same page. So it’s not ‘completely ridiculous’, it’s just not for you.
I know some couples who are in open relationships and both seem quite happy. I also seem to know more guys in supposed monogamous relationships who cheat (in me having seen them cruising) than are truly monogamous.
That 14-year couple was obviously in a rough or bored patch before our writer arrived. The activities put a highlighter over context of that part of the relationship that was already in trouble. Now they’ll have to face it. In his own way, the writer did indeed help them. From this point, the “help” he gave will likely cause a deeply emotional discussion and series of events. Whether the couple survives it, or not, is up to them. Every relationship problem is like a person’s finger print, i.e. unique and not identical to any other. And the outcome will be unique to the couple too. There are too many mitigating and influential factors at play that are unique to that particular couple. I’d wish the best for the couple though. However, again, it’s up to them, not up to the writer. And what did the writer learn? I hope he doesn’t ever want to be interested in being a third wheel again. It’s volatile. It could go wrong on so many levels. Dangerous ground. Has anyone ever heard of concealed weapons?
I’ll confess, I had to force myself to begin reading this. I can’t really say why I finally did. But I was taken by surprise when the author began looking into the emotional aspects rather than just physical satisfaction of the parties involved. To some degree it leaves me wondering “and then what happened?”
There is no right or wrong in life, but there is the spectrum of opening to living life or shutting down.. unfortunately many long term relationships end up shutting down.Also monogomy is not normal, it is good to dare to shift the stagnation. Life is here to explore, not cautiously strategise
That happened to me long time ago,just like this situation here ,and I did walk out with out saying nothing,same exact everything,as the guy two went to smoke to the living room and stay thrrr the guy one get up from bed and went to look got him ,I saw them having a discussion,so I walk trough them and left the place ,guy two get jealous and can’t handle the situation,never again can’t to theirs place after they did called me two times.
That’s was a fantastic lecture. I do hope that you find some inner peace after that session 🙂 when you are someone that usually emphasizes with other and it might be a part of your job to find a connexion and make it sparkle through your actions and yours talk… and the fact that you have impacted that relationship somehow must have affected you too :/ I genuinely hope that you are okey too
Where I live, there is a couple(m/f) that keep advertising for a 3rd because the husband wants to try sex with a top, while the wife watches. I’ve talked to them by email but something doesnt seem or feel right.
Gay relationship are sometimes more fragile than they look to be. The idea of opening it sounds hot sometimes but usually better to keep it as a fantasy as long as possible.
I have been invited to join a couple for a 3-way just weeks ago. so I read this story with GREAT interest. Being analytical I have envisioned every scenario my imagination can conjure up on how this might go, and each scenario seems to end badly. I suppose open relationships do work for some but I can’t wrap my head around the success rate of being open. I’m 99.9% I will decline the invitation because I asked one partner if we can hide all guns and knives and he didn’t laugh.
This story is so interesting! I do intimate massage as well … but I don’t go as far as this guy though. I’ve done couples before and it’s hard to know what to do the first time … but I think a few small changes would’ve helped a lot.
Having both in the room at the same time wasn’t a good idea. Unless there are two masseurs, the guy on the table is also aware that his partner is watching everything happening and won’t be able to fully relax.
The other thing would be to don’t go overboard. If you make one guy feel like you’re doing a lot with him he’ll also feel like your doing (or have done) a lot with his partner.