Prostate Massage Vancouver Diaries: A Straight Guy's First Time in My Vancouver Incall
- Haruhi 'S Unleashed
- 12 minutes ago
- 2 min read
When I asked him why this experience, why now, he said:
"I'm straight. But I like my butt touched. Nobody has ever done it except myself. I think I would like a prostate massage and orgasm."
Simple. Real. No performance. Just a man in Vancouver quietly acknowledging a pleasure his own hands had been keeping secret.
I explained the flow: 10–15 minutes of full-body touch to land him in the room, then all my attention on his rear—fingers, presence, maybe my crystal wand if he wanted more intensity—until he was completely milked and floating.
He said yes. We set a time.
The Session
When he arrived at my private incall near Denman & Davie, he had that slightly nervous, slightly excited look I've come to recognise. I guided him to the shower and finished preparing the space: low light, warm oil, the quiet hum of a playlist designed for exhaling.
I started with sensual body stimulation—slow strokes, grounding pressure, waking up his skin until I felt the surrender begin. Then I turned my devotion to his bum.
What made this session special—and the reason I'm writing about it—is that it took longer than usual. Normally, the prostate-focused portion of my tantric prostate massage lasts around 15 minutes before they tip over the edge. But this boy needed more time. His body was learning something brand new, and I wasn't about to rush a first lesson.
It was beautiful to watch him enjoy himself, and even more beautiful to catch those fleeting moments of shyness—the quick glances to see if I was watching, the half-smile when he realized I absolutely was.
At one point, a playful idea crossed my mind.
"Have you ever played with a butt plug?"
He shook his head, eyes a little wide.
So I brought out my favourite metal plug and my vibrator, and I introduced him to my favourite pleasure combination. I slid the cool weight inside him and pressed the vibrator against it, and the sound he made? Pure, unfiltered discovery.
I edged him like that for a while—bringing him right to the edge, then easing back,
letting the vibrations hum through the plug and into the deepest part of him—until he was ready to burst. When he finally came, it was one of those delicious, full-body releases that leaves a person momentarily unrecognisable to themselves. Soft. Empty. Completely new.
The session ran over. I didn't mind. Some people you just can't hurry. Some surrenders deserve extra time.
He left my Vancouver incall lighter, a little shy again, and—I suspect—already craving more.
About My Prostate Massage Offer
This story is part of a limited promo I'm running for a dedicated prostate massage in Vancouver's West End. It's $100 for a session that's all about your surrender: no full service, no rush—just my hands, breath, and maybe a wand or plug if you're curious. If you've read my breakdown of the forum reviews, you already know I've been refining my craft and listening carefully to feedback.
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