In this forum of relative anonymity, I feel safe to give some particulars on specific clients. No real names or pics but just some interesting specifics that are still generic enough to not give away any one's identity.
For example:
"Ed" - Ed is approaching retirement. He had a long career in the Navy and then worked in the government for a number of years. He is about 5'7" and weighs in at about 250lbs, most of it fat these days as he admits he doesn't exercise hardly at all any more. He has been coming to me for almost 2 years now.
He is married and has been for most of his life. He has at least 2 grown children that he has told me about, a daughter and a son, both of whom he worries about since as he sees it, the opportunities for young people are just not as available as when he was young.
His wife works though she is entering semi-retirement. He blames a bit of his weight gain on her since she prepares the meals and has gotten fat as well, they both have had health issues. Together they have made a commitment to lose some weight and get in better shape, this started about a year ago and though Ed has made some small progress, he tells me his wife is doing much better. Not having been fat for most of his life, I explained that some of the skin issues he is having are due to his weight (skin rashes and fungus).
Ed is still very active with the Navy and even travels occasionally to Annapolis to see the Navy Football team play. He attends reunions and a lot of his closest friends are either active or retired Navy. He is making plans to retire to Tennessee where he has family and some other Navy buddies. He has bought a house there and is having work done on it to prepare it for he and his wife. Since he is not moving there for a couple of years, he may rent it out once the work is complete.
I chose to call him Ed since to me he most closely resembles Ed Asner at age 65ish. I do this a lot when I enter a new client into my database as a short cut to help me remember who they are, I think of someone they look like or remind me of either famous or from my life like my Freshman Computer teacher.
Ed has not shared much about his sexual life as many other clients do and I have never asked. On his first appointment, he asked if I did Prostate massage and if it would cost extra. Upon hearing that it did not, he asked for it. From there the massage went pretty straight forward. He did make a hard grab for my junk through my shorts but I backed off and took his hand and gently placed it on the table. You see, I do not find Ed sexually attractive in any way. He seems nice enough but I find it pretty difficult to get it up for an old overweight Ed Asner so I would like to keep my clothes on and not have some one groping my limp cock. He gets the non-verbal message and never makes another attempt, ever.
I do the prostate massage, he is not as clean as he should be, so it doesn't last very long. I ask him to turn over as I go wash my hands. I work again from the chest down. He has been a little chatty but is silent now. He is wondering if I will give him "release" and though his dick is twitching it is not erect. I stroke a few times. He is uncut and again, not as clean as he should be. I play with his balls and stroke his perineum. His dick is getting harder, but is still not very firm. He takes over stroking his dick hard while I concentrate on his balls until he comes, he never really got hard and has a small amount of ejaculate. I clean him up and finish the massage. No tip.
He has since become a regular, coming once a month. He always asks me about my life and my partner, nothing too personal, just friendly chit chat and fills me in on his life, his vacations etc. He tried a few 60 minute massages but has decided that 90 minutes works better. I did discuss some of hygiene issues and he has been much better. He always counts out his money before we start and hands it to me. Just after he lays on the table he always says "Oh, I would like one of those prostate massages." I should have charged extra for them in the beginning ;-). Over the last two years, I have discovered that he likes big things up his butt. He never asked for more, but I did try two fingers and there was only a positive grunt. Another session I tried three and now most of my hand goes up there, haven't gotten the whole thing in yet, but it may happen.
If I could, I would ask him about his other man2man experiences. Did he get any action in the Navy? Has he been used as a whorish bottom as it appears he wants to be? Or did he at the age of 65 say "Y'know, I think I want a man to stick his hand up my butt, I wonder how I can make that happen?" I also wonder what he will do when he moves to TN, will he find another man to give him his monthly prostate massage? What about his wife? Wonder if she knows (they usually suspect) and what would she think?
Anyway, I hope you liked reading a bit about one of my clients. If you like, more may follow.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A Troubled Night
Again, sorry for the delay between posts. Life. You know?
What prompted me to write this morning is that a friend has started a blog that is very personal and esoteric (she is Reverend and follower of a female god). If you want to check it out it's http://bountifulbonepot.blogspot.com/
Anyway, I often forget that many people who read my blog are looking for my thoughts and reflections as well as the sex stuff, so when I think I have nothing new to write, I am wrong.
I keep thinking "Well, we have talked about this and or that and there are only so many experiences that happen in my job before it gets very repetitive" but I don't consider sharing my everyday thoughts and fears, maybe I have considered them too personal. But I have found that what makes us individual is often what connects us to others.
Case in point, last night I awoke at 3:45 AM when the garbage truck emptied the dumpster for the apartment complex. This triggered a series of almost automatic responses. I realized I was thirsty so I got up to get a glass of water, this made me realize that my back was hurting again (a story I need to fill you in later). I then had to pee since I was up and moving around. Finally crawling back into bed I could not get comfortable and after tossing and turning and trying not to wake my partner I decided to lay in the guest room for a while.
There my mind starts stirring with all the issues that keep people awake at night. Where is my life heading? What happened to my dreams of stardom? How will I afford the Christmas Holiday? Will I ever get out of this apartment and into my own house? Will I ever be able to retire? Will I be able to make good money again? Why does my partner put up with me? How much longer will he put up with me? How long can he handle be being the major bread winner? Where have the last 4 years gone? Why can't I seem to make any major changes in my life for the good? Why am I afraid to start over again? Why don't I just go back to school? What should I study if I did? Would I be able to get in? Could I afford it? Do I want to take on the kind of debt now in my life? What will happen if I don't? Have I ruined my chances for a good life by doing what I wanted for the last several years? Why do I not seem to be qualified to do anything? Why do you need to be rich in order to make money? Why can't I just have a successful Bed and Breakfast somewhere warm, near the water and afford enough help that my partner and I can occasionally leave it for a couple of weeks at a time and visit our friends around the world and see more of the world? I am not afraid of growing older, but am I afraid of growing old without money? If my back gets bad again, can I afford the doctors visits and rehab? Is my life just messed up beyond belief?
So, even after I took one of the few remaining muscle relaxers, it still took me a good long time to fall back asleep. Now most of these questions seem much less frightening in the daylight, but it is easier to distract myself then. And while things don't look so bad in the light of day, but I know deep down that somethings must change. I'm standing at a crossroads but not able to see in any direction due to a heavy fog.
One of my best pieces of advice, is to give of yourself at times like these. This past weekend I cleaned house and packed up my car with all the items I kept saying I was going to sell at some mythical yard sale and donated them to Goodwill. A small step I know but it did make me feel better. I also found a lot of stuffed toys that I had received over the years in gift baskets and the like, they were quite dusty so I took them to the laundry mat and gave them a good washing while I did my laundry. I then proceeded to hand them out to the small children there and the ones left over I lined up neatly on machines for anyone that may want one. Small things.
By getting rid of things that I do not need but was holding on to for some unknown reason, I felt I was also making room for the abundance that is coming to me soon. At least I hope so. I know that many of my regular clients will miss me if I need to move on to other adventures, but there will be others to take my place. They may not approach it the way I have, but hopefully my clients will still be able to get what they need.
I hope that my sharing this will make a few others out there realize that we all go through these doubts and troubled times in our lives, no matter what we do, how much money we have, and where we live or how we were raised.
What prompted me to write this morning is that a friend has started a blog that is very personal and esoteric (she is Reverend and follower of a female god). If you want to check it out it's http://bountifulbonepot.blogspot.com/
Anyway, I often forget that many people who read my blog are looking for my thoughts and reflections as well as the sex stuff, so when I think I have nothing new to write, I am wrong.
I keep thinking "Well, we have talked about this and or that and there are only so many experiences that happen in my job before it gets very repetitive" but I don't consider sharing my everyday thoughts and fears, maybe I have considered them too personal. But I have found that what makes us individual is often what connects us to others.
Case in point, last night I awoke at 3:45 AM when the garbage truck emptied the dumpster for the apartment complex. This triggered a series of almost automatic responses. I realized I was thirsty so I got up to get a glass of water, this made me realize that my back was hurting again (a story I need to fill you in later). I then had to pee since I was up and moving around. Finally crawling back into bed I could not get comfortable and after tossing and turning and trying not to wake my partner I decided to lay in the guest room for a while.
There my mind starts stirring with all the issues that keep people awake at night. Where is my life heading? What happened to my dreams of stardom? How will I afford the Christmas Holiday? Will I ever get out of this apartment and into my own house? Will I ever be able to retire? Will I be able to make good money again? Why does my partner put up with me? How much longer will he put up with me? How long can he handle be being the major bread winner? Where have the last 4 years gone? Why can't I seem to make any major changes in my life for the good? Why am I afraid to start over again? Why don't I just go back to school? What should I study if I did? Would I be able to get in? Could I afford it? Do I want to take on the kind of debt now in my life? What will happen if I don't? Have I ruined my chances for a good life by doing what I wanted for the last several years? Why do I not seem to be qualified to do anything? Why do you need to be rich in order to make money? Why can't I just have a successful Bed and Breakfast somewhere warm, near the water and afford enough help that my partner and I can occasionally leave it for a couple of weeks at a time and visit our friends around the world and see more of the world? I am not afraid of growing older, but am I afraid of growing old without money? If my back gets bad again, can I afford the doctors visits and rehab? Is my life just messed up beyond belief?
So, even after I took one of the few remaining muscle relaxers, it still took me a good long time to fall back asleep. Now most of these questions seem much less frightening in the daylight, but it is easier to distract myself then. And while things don't look so bad in the light of day, but I know deep down that somethings must change. I'm standing at a crossroads but not able to see in any direction due to a heavy fog.
One of my best pieces of advice, is to give of yourself at times like these. This past weekend I cleaned house and packed up my car with all the items I kept saying I was going to sell at some mythical yard sale and donated them to Goodwill. A small step I know but it did make me feel better. I also found a lot of stuffed toys that I had received over the years in gift baskets and the like, they were quite dusty so I took them to the laundry mat and gave them a good washing while I did my laundry. I then proceeded to hand them out to the small children there and the ones left over I lined up neatly on machines for anyone that may want one. Small things.
By getting rid of things that I do not need but was holding on to for some unknown reason, I felt I was also making room for the abundance that is coming to me soon. At least I hope so. I know that many of my regular clients will miss me if I need to move on to other adventures, but there will be others to take my place. They may not approach it the way I have, but hopefully my clients will still be able to get what they need.
I hope that my sharing this will make a few others out there realize that we all go through these doubts and troubled times in our lives, no matter what we do, how much money we have, and where we live or how we were raised.
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