Kind of?, and no, respectively.
Well.
At least at first.
Sort of?
Ahem:
I had been going to a same massage place maybe once a month for a couple of months… and… one of those times… one of the masseuses just went for it, near the end of the massage.
I was uh, pleasantly surprised, but also politely refused… I did actually have a very fucked up shoulder, and asked her to move back to that instead.
A number of visits/months later… I get that same masseuse, and she goes for it again, this time not even close to near the end of the massage time.
… She used… I think literally some kind of diluted either kerosene or acetone on my body, and my uh, member.
Fairly strong chemical smell, fairly distinct burning/stinging in a good way? sensation, definitely not the normal gel, this was a very thin, water like liquid.
… She did not succeed in actually getting me off, which… caused her to pout… but uh… that was not an experience an experience I’ll soon forget.
I learned about a whole bunch of massageable muscle groups I didn’t even know I had that day.
The first time this masseuse saw me with a good deal of my clothes off, she … asked me about my scars … if I was a soldier.
I … don’t actually like to talk about those.
I kind of laughed, and told her no, I am not a soldier, never been in the military.
Just… had a rough life.
Though it was I guess … affirming, that … someone would think what I’ve been through would… most likely be explained by military service.
That’s kinda sad. Hope you’re doing better!
Still doing my own physical therapy, everyday, but I am also getting better, everyday.
Nothing worth doing is easy, eh?
Thanks for the encouragement =D
❤️
great story
Thanks!
Rarely do massages but occasionally get a discounted rate at a local place. I always request a guy. Just feel that they do a better job. So this time a guy, I’ll call him Bob, who I had before is really got me in a relaxed state. I am on my back with a hot towel over my face. Other than the towel I am completely naked which is how I always do massages when performed by a guy.
At one point he is doing my upper thighs and it feels really good. I say nothing and my face is still covered. I can feel that little tingle as blood starts to flow into my cock and stiffen it. Neither of us speaks. He is still massaging my thighs and I can feel his breath on my leg.
Next thing my cock is in his mouth. He is very slowly sucking me while manipulating the shaft with one of his hands. I start moaning. I am twitching as I can feel my load building and waiting release. I steam rope after rope of cum into his mouth. Now I finally hear him grunting.
I am exhausted and completely drained. We both remain silent. I can feel him delicately using a towel to clean up my cock. He finally says, “OK your session is over. I have to move to another room, take a minute to get dressed and hope to see you again soon.”
My legs were still wobblily as I got off the table. I got dressed and left. It was unexpected and I loved it.
Also, great story!
My uh, counterpart story only ever involved hands, hah, Bob’s on another level I guess, hahah!
The completely nonchalant professional tone at the end, yeah, I had that too, the dissonance is rather funny, but also kind of kicks you into ‘that didnt happen, leave like a normal person, [finger snaps]’, hahah!
I don’t believe so. I had one professional massage in my life and walked out early because I was tired and didn’t speak good Japanese. I recommend yoga instead if you have a stiff back.


