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.

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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.

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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.