Alone and thinking

Alas, the economy did not instantly resolve itself with the election results. I was kind of hoping it would. I was ill most of last week, just a cold, but the kind of blowing my nose every 90 seconds type cold, so I was unable to take any clients. You simply cannot be dripping snot while leaning over a client.
Business has been slow this week as well. A lot of calls asking for particulars but not a lot of bites and even a couple of cancellations from regular clients. This has left me with time on my hands. Yesterday I did the laundry including curtains, rugs and blankets and made a big batch of chicken soup from scratch (including making home broth first). Today I was catching up on papers I have been meaning to read, some taped shows I hadn’t watched and some general cleaning.
I noticed that the yard crew for my apartment building were blowing the fallen leaves around and since my apartment is on the end I get a 180 degree view of the outside world. Now I hate to talk ill of someone in a forum where they cannot defend themselves, but the yard crew is pretty awful. In the summer as they mow the lawn, they will mow around fallen branches instead of picking them up, any steep incline in the lawn they will only cut once a month and they blow the clippings off the sidewalks visible from the rental office and leave the rest. Today they are blowing the fallen leaves visible from the rental office and what is worse, they are blowing them across the parking lot to the neighboring property where someone else will have to deal with them. Since they are not actually picking up and disposing of any of the leaves, the next good storm we have will blow them all around again. This is why when I shovel the snow in the winter, I end up shoveling leaves as well. Yes, that is right, I shovel the snow here at my apartment. I don’t get paid but when I wait for the "crew" it takes days for them to get to it and then they only do a path on shovel wide, looks like a five year old did it. I just go out when it is still fresh and clear the sidewalks that I and my neighbors use in an hour. Many of my neighbors are elderly and will not leave until the sidewalks are cleared.
Well anyway, this has little to do with Bodywork except that it made me think of the guys who tell me that they see me for the "Extras" because they have problems at home. Some have not had sex with their significant other in years or only have really dull sex once a month or so. They blame this on their partners (male or female) lack of desire or inadequacy at sex. OK, so there may be an issue, but have you tried to deal with it? Tried to talk about it rationally? Have you sought counseling? Worked on it together? Or was it just pushed aside and ignored so that you can go looking like you have a good life but sneaking off to get your jollies elsewhere? It sounds like I am judging and perhaps I am to a certain extent, but I would really like to see people happy in their primary relationships. I am not saying that your relationship has to fit the "Christian American" model, but a relationship based on trust and openness is very important. A good relationship with a good sex life takes a certain amount of work. You shouldn’t be lazy or take your relationships for granted.
There are times when everyone goes through a rough patch or a dry spell in any relationship. My partner and I have had to deal with it and sometimes it was difficult. We sought counseling once that did help. Most importantly, we have each looked at our sex lives with a new perspective. We do not panic if a week or even two goes by with no sex, but then a concerted effort must be made so that we don’t loose that connection. Sometimes that means just talking about it, other times that may mean setting up a date night, or a kinky surprise or even a romantic get away, but the important thing is we make an effort.
I believe the service I offer are therapeutic in nature and can help a lot of guys with a lot of things. Hopefully, some will read this and I can help them re-capture what they may have lost in at home. - Jack

Scent of a man

First off, let me say that a while back I ranted about doing favors for friends who only seem to ask about me when they need a favor and now I need to eat those words at least a little. I was asked recently to give a ride to someone that I wouldn’t consider a close friend but rather an acquaintance. This favor did mean that I had to change some plans and go a bit out of my way but I did it anyway. Much to my surprise this acquaintance gave me a wonderful gift that was worth far more than my inconvenience. So, thank you to the wonderful kind people in the world. I don’t do favors for gifts but they are nice.
OK, on to something a little steamier. I am big supporter of showering before you head over to your massage therapist, if you can’t then ask them if you can use their shower before you get your massage and realize that the time should count as part of your table time. At the very least give yourself a quick wipe down in the bathroom before the massage, however, there is for every rule, an exception. A young man visited me last week, it was his first visit, and he did not use the bathroom to freshen up before we started, even though I offered it as I always do. At this point, I assume he probably just showered so I excuse myself to allow him to undress and get on the table while I wash my hands.
I come back in and get to work. It is not long before I realize that he is not exactly fresh, however, his scent is very intoxicating. He has that one in a million body odor that smells amazing, and when I say one in a million, I mean it. I am not the kind of guy who is into the whole "Scent of a man" thing, who gets off on smelly pits, nor can I stand the scent of most colognes or deodorants, I just like a nice clean smell. But this guy’s scent is musky, sweet, salty and not overwhelming at all and gives me an instant boner. I am dressed since we had not discussed sensual massage, but the clothes that I am wearing, in this case a lightweight pair of pajama style pants and tank shirt, are providing little help in hiding my excitement. The man is lying face down and unable to see the state of my penis so now I must be careful not to bump him with it. I focus all my thoughts on the job at hand of giving this man the best possible massage, finding knots and working them out, treating each muscle group with care and compassion, but that scent is now filling the room.
There is a belief among bodyworkers that sexual energy is fed from one person to another during a session so if one person becomes aroused the other person will also become aroused, even without any intentional arousal techniques being used. I know that I often will get aroused with a client who is aroused from the get go and that our erections will often come and go at the same times. I am just very used to the client being the first one to be aroused. I am working the young man’s shoulders quite hard when I notice his hips shifting occasionally. Either I am working him to the point of severe pain or he is becoming aroused. A couple of connecting strokes put me into a position where I can now see an erect penis protruding between his legs, leaking pre-cum. This is adding to his man scent and the smell of sex is radiating through the room. Ever notice that some men have very strong smelling cum and others have almost no scent at all?
By the time I have worked the back of his body and am finishing with his butt, he is covered in a light sheen of sweat. My hands are sliding and at time just plain slipping since the sweat combining with the massage cream has made his body far more slick than what I am used to. I have ignored his erection and the scent in the air, my erection has never subsided but I have successfully kept it from hitting his body. This was set up as a legit massage session and other than his leaking erection he has made no moves to alter that arrangement and as a professional, neither will I. I have no idea what to do with my erection when he turns over, it will simply be there for him to see, of course, so will his. I am working his slippery glutes when my hand slips into the crack and makes contact with his puckered sphincter. He gasps. I apologize for the slip. He says nothing. I finish the glutes with great care and finish with long flowing connecting moves and total wipe down with a towel. It is time to turn over.
As he turns over, I can’t help but notice the size of the wet spot from his dripping penis. The movement of his body also stirs the air and renews the scent of sex in the room. I move about getting him water and rearranging towels and the headrest and he appears not to notice my erection, neither does he try to hide his own. He settles down and I work his chest. I graze his nipples occasionally to see if there is any reaction, there appears to be none. I move down to his abs, no six pack here but not too soft either. His penis is dripping into a literal pool just above his pubic hair line. It mixes with the massage cream as I work in circles over his abs. I work from one side of his body and then switch to the other. Finally I go for broke and slide my hand deliberately up and over his penis. He gasps and thrusts his hips in the air. I stroke slowly and firmly. For the first time he reaches for my crotch and finds the outline of my erection, he grabs hold firmly and shoots his load quite suddenly. He is not a distance shooter but there is a large volume that his penis seems to continually belch up. It is over so soon. There is the large pool of cum to wipe up and I give him another towel down over his body before continuing with the session. The smell of sex still hangs in the air and my erection hangs on as well. It is not I am giving the blessing while connecting his chakras at the end of the massage that I am aware that my penis has finally given up.
Again, I am not advocating not showering before a massage, quite the opposite; but every once in a million, I am glad that someone did not.