Choices

Ok, so the other day I had two of my favorite clients on the same day. This is truly an unusual occurrence. What makes a favorite client? Well, usually I would say their attitude and energy. However, while I am an equal opportunity bodyworker who will share a lot of myself with a lot of different types, I can still have a “type” that tickles my fancy more than any other. For example, someone within a few years of my age, tall, well proportioned, with an amazing ass that just happens to be a bottom will really make my job enjoyable.

So anyway, the first that came my way is a very sensual young man who likes a combination Deep Tissue and Sensual massage session. He usually likes a lot of anal work as well. Today however, he was not in the mood for anal, he still wanted a good sensual massage and he likes to see me naked so it was still fun.

So later in the day when James walked in, I was very happy. He is another who fits my perfect type. The kind of guy who makes me forget that I am doing this for money. Again, I like almost all of my clients, but I am not immune to something truly special. James comes to me looking for a massage and looking for some release. He has a great body, pretty face and is all bottom. Any time I get even close to his bubble butt he starts moaning and wriggling. When I start with prostate massage, he is nearly out of control, grabbing on to the table for dear life. He also has this lovely habit of lifting his torso every so often which only accentuates his butt.

It is extremely rare that I loose my self control with a client. There is the definite line that I draw, I can have fun as long as the client has a lot more fun, keep the focus on the client. I suddenly found myself walking all over that line with James. I wanted nothing more than to climb on the table and ravish his ass. This is a huge deal since I don’t go there with clients and as all bodyworkers know, the quickest way to loose a client is to have sex with him. This was not about love, it was all about lust, in fact I barely know James. He wanted a cock up his ass I wanted to give it to him. Two choices needed to be made right then, even though I was only thinking of one. I had to choose whether I was willing to cross that line and would it be worth it? In the heat of the moment, I was. With two fingers already up his ass and James moaning and thrashing on the table I lean down and ask “Do you want the real thing?”

Here is where the second choice came up… he replied “Oh god I want it, but, (long pause) I made a promise to my partner that I wouldn’t do that with anyone else.” Wow, I forgot that he had a choice, I mean I asked him but I thought at that time it was just a courtesy. I could deal with my commitments to my partner, I could deal with taking James, but there was nothing I could about his partner, whom I was not even aware of. So I came back to reality and said “of course, we will continue as normal.” I gave him a good prostate massage and then had him turn over and worked my way back down to his beautiful member and finished him off with three fingers in his ass and one hand on his dick.

Frustrating? Sure, a little, but only because I went someplace mentally that I should not have gone in the first place. I lost perspective of the distance that I need to keep as a professional.

We all have choices to make. Will we honor our vows? Will we honor our personal convictions? Will we throw ourselves into the passion of the moment? Most importantly, will we honor the choices of those around us at any given moment? As it turns out, I am very happy that we made the decisions we did. I found out later that I actually sort of know his partner. He is one of my favorite waiters, always friendly, remembers my drink orders, very attentive without ever interrupting, and always just a tad flirtatious. That reminds me, I need to go out to eat very soon…

It’s Happening All Over

I deal with married men who like to have sex with other man on a daily basis. It is just a part of my life these days.

I just got a call from a female friend of mine. Actually she is a friend of a friend, someone that I probably do not have a lot in common with. She is however fascinated by my willingness to discuss anything sexual and with my extensive knowledge of all sorts sexual things from BDSM to Swinging to WS to Bisexuality to what have you. What can I tell you, sex fascinates me.

Anyway, once we caught up on pleasantries and the little gossip that we have in common, she starts telling me why she is really calling. She has had her second lesbian experience. Not exactly what you expect to hear from a very pretty married mother of two. I have only met her husband once and then extremely briefly since he is incredibly homo-phobic, not my word, but her’s. She believes it is because he can’t accept his own latent homosexuality, apparently he had a weird experience in High School with one of his teachers who sucked his dick once (while this never happened to me, apparently it did happen repeated at my high school while I was there and for years afterward). Anyway, they have a rather unique relationship, at least I thought they did, but perhaps this really is the norm.

A few years ago, the husband whom we will start calling Mike for purposes of this tale, had a randy experience at his high school reunion, a blow job in the parking lot from the girl that got away. He felt terribly guilty and told his wife whom we will start calling Patty. She was angry, not because of what he’d done, after all blow jobs are some people’s way of saying hello, no Patty was angry because he told her. You see, this made it something that she had to deal with. If he had kept his big mouth shut and since this was a one time thing, life would have gone on “normally,” but with knowledge comes consequences. Her solution was to inform him that she would have an affair and they would be even, he would not get to know who or when, only that someday she would tell him that she had gotten even.

I would have assumed that Patty was the kind of girl who would have been satisfied with driving her husband crazy and never actually act on the threat. She is smart, pretty, successful and in the prime of her life with nothing to prove. She did however have an affair with a long lost flame, for quite a while. It was hot, sexy and fun. They were both married with no desire to end their relationships so it was safe. She only called it off when the long lost flame starting getting “attached” and wanting more. Patty was furious that he had to ruin a good thing.

So anyway, Patty and Mike are better and decide to have a couple of kids. Patty tells Mike that she has always been a little curious about a “same sex” thing. Being a red blooded “straight” American male, he thinks this sounds hot.

They decide to go to a club together and Patty sees a girl that trips her trigger and they start making out on the dance floor. Mike gets a bit uncomfortable watching so Patty takes the girl to the bathroom and “does the deed.” All of this happens before I have even met Patty, or at least gotten to know her in any personal way.

A couple of more years pass and Patty and I are talking and she is asking about homosexuality, her husband, etc. and I explain about the sliding scale where some people are only interested in same sex to the other end where a person is only interested in opposite sex relationships and that most people are somewhere in the middle and where they are can even change on a day to day basis. Well, this got her quite excited. We talk about a lot of the choices that the local area has as far as clubs and venues for meeting like minded people for everything from swinging, bisexuality, to some good old fashion S and M.

A few months pass and I meet up for drinks with Patty again. This is when she tells me about Mike and Patty’s best friends, a couple around their same age that they hang with. While their relationship has been pretty normal, Patty says that she and Rose will occasionally play little silly games in front of their respective hubbies, like lifting their shirts and rubbing their boobs together. I laugh imagining two straight men pulling their shorts down and rubbing their penis together, I mean it would just never happen, right? Of course they do like to pat each other asses, and bump chests and wrestle, hmmm. Anyway, Rose and her husband invite Patty and Mike over, Mike isn’t feeling well so Patty goes alone. There is a lot of drinking and a couple of their neighbors drop in and join in the drinking. So Patty and Rose are drinking and go out to the garage with one of the male neighbors and start playing around and one thing leads to another and the girls go all the way in front of the neighbor. Now, before you say, this sort of thing never happens I will argue that the first time I saw other people having sex in front of me was in college, saw it twice, both times were straight couples. I have seen people have sex several times since, but usually it was just a few gay men saying “Hello.” So at this time I thinking “Oh you silly straight people.”

Then I hear the rest of the story that blows me away. They tell their spouses. Rose runs off and tells her hubby who is apparently very cool with it and was extremely upset that he did not get to watch. Patty goes and tells Mike the whole thing including the neighbor watching and Rose’s husband reaction. Mike is not quite as optimistic as Rose’s husband, but there was little for him to say or do. She was honest. He had let her do it once before, so a precedent had been set. There were witnesses. It was with someone he knew and had seen her be “playful” with before. Everyone else had been cool with it, so if he wasn’t it would make him seem un-cool. He apparently is not the kind of guy who would put his foot down and say this is unacceptable. So there you have it, Patty has set up a situation where she is apparently free to no strings attached lesbian sex. Who knows, maybe this will get Mike over his fears and try some man on man sex again.

Another Good Week

Another good week (thank god). I was busy but not to the point of exhaustion. I had some really good clients and only one or two slightly annoying ones. I had a few new clients that seemed very happy.

One of the high-lights was the $60 tip that I got for giving a newbie his first prostate massage. He was in his mid-forties and was trying out the whole man to man thing. To be honest, I hear this a lot, so much so that I often don’t believe it. It is a fantasy that a lot of gay men play, to pretend to be straight and just experimenting. Just like it is the fantasy of a lot of gay men to convert a straight guy.

This one I believed. He did not tell me until the massage was over, but there were several little things that gave him away. First off there was the mullet hair cut combined with the half inch of carefully trimmed beard. He was tall, thin but definitely toned but not a gym body but the body of someone who has worked hard and not always eaten enough. The body of a man who has smoked, drank and partied hard more than once but not revived with daily moisturizers.

When he came in, I started with the usual questions about any aches or pains etc and he strips naked while chatting. This is also a bit unusual. Not that all gay men wait until I leave the room to strip, but the vast majority do, especially the underwear. He was also sporting a semi woody. Not that this has never happened, but it is again pretty rare, especially among those that strip naked in front of me. Besides the beard neatly trimmed to that odd ½ inch length, there was no other body grooming, again quite rare among gay men. I notice all this and the fact that his body is slightly crooked. He is giving me the details of the injuries that he has had in his life breaking horses and working rodeos. He does have the injuries and his legs are bowed. He reminds me a great deal of one of my other very straight clients, the hair cut, the beard, lack of manscaping, and general lack of modesty.

He gets on the table and I go to work on his shoulders and back, I remain clothed as I do with all new clients. I notice that one side literally has a hump and one shoulder is a good 3 inches higher than the other. I ask him if he has had this looked at and he replies that is the shoulder he usually lands on when thrown from a horse and where he has broken the most bones. As I work into some deep tissue he tells me that this is already the best massage he has ever gotten. He is a good client in that he is not fighting me or trying to help but rather just relaxing and letting me do the work. He does not pull away when my leg meets with his hand, neither does he try to reach for more. He is verbal when he likes what I am doing and occasionally moaning appreciatively. He remains relaxed when I work the lower-back/upper-glute area, no tensing up or table grinding.

I finish with light strokes on the back and then head to the feet to work my way back up. He allows me to manipulate his legs as I see fit, including leaving them spread rather wide. I hear more compliments on my techniques as I work the back of his legs. There is no reaction at all when my fingers graze first his scrotum and later his anus, he does not tense up, moan, or grind the table. I am assuming at this time that he came for a sensual massage, but this has not been discussed. He is not resisting nor is not asking for more verbally or through body language. I go for broke and do the under the leg move. This move involves one hand sliding under a hip from the outside to between the man’s legs where it meets the other hand that slides back with it effectively rubbing the inside of the crotch narrowly missing the penis but may or may not graze the scrotum usually causing a pretty intense erotic sensation. He is appreciative spreading his legs slightly farther apart. I work my way up the other leg and repeat all the moves.

I now work his glutes very hard, legitimately they are very tight. Just before I switch from one glute to the other, I work the fleshiness of his butt crack only lightly touching the anus. The legs are spread a little further apart. This is the time that almost all clients will try to rub my crotch since it is right at table height next to their hand. Normally their hand will first twitch, then the fingers reach out and slowly the hand will inch to the very edge of the table trying to make contact. This gentleman’s hand and fingers do not move at all, not even a twitch.

I do the end connecting full body strokes and again lightly tease his twitching anus. His penis is not showing so he is lying on it sandwiched under his belly but he is not grinding it into the table.

Time to roll over, I offer him water. He definitely has a full erection. He drinks the water greedily and lies down on his back. I start working on his chest with some deep strokes then switching to lighter as I work across his nips, they do not appear to be all that sensitive. I move to work on his abs, working in circles, his penis is still very hard and of course my hands are constantly bumping it as it lying on his stomach. His hands and fingers are still at his sides and show no intention of moving. I start stoking the penis and his balls and hips move instinctively up and down.

At this point I would like to remind everyone of the truth that once was spoken to my by a master of massage, “most men like some anal play, married men love it!” Though there is no ring on his finger, I have assumed he is indeed a straight man who is experimenting so I let a lubed finger slip down and rub gently on the exterior of his anus. Slowly the finger works a little harder until it starts to slowly slide in. I back off immediately and apply more lube and go back to work, this time the finger slides in quite quickly and starts exploring. Finding the prostate it starts a gentle, rhythmic stroke. He let’s out a moan.

“Oh man, is that like a prostate massage? Oh god that is great!” I assure him that it is indeed a prostate massage. I place my other hand on his penis again and he is gone in seconds. It’s over. I withdraw my finger slowly and release his penis. He is sensitive so I am very careful as I clean up the mess he made on his stomach, chest and neck. He is spent.

I finish the massage stretching his legs and rubbing down his arms. I spend some time on his neck and face and finish with the full body light strokes and the chakra blessing. He lies naked and unashamed. I cover him with a towel as I go to wash my hands. I return and ask if there was anything he needed or if I missed any spots. He is fine and tells me that he is very inexperienced with this sort of thing but he will definitely be back. The best massage he ever got. He dresses and leaves his money on the table and shakes my hand.

Once he is gone, I start cleaning up the linens and pick up the cash. $60 tip, how very sweet, he liked his first prostate massage. I hope he will be back. I hope he continues to look for what makes him happy. That is what the Dalai Lama says in the purpose of life, just to be happy.