I have very few friends who are perfectly aware of what I do for a living. It is amazing that if you are an outgoing enough person, almost no one asks what you do for a living. I have several friends who have known me for years and have no idea that I have been doing massage, much less sensual work as well. Some people in my life know that I do legit massage. Then there are the few that know it all. Most of the time it is not an issue and there is usually a specific reason why they know, for example two of my best friends (a couple) know since we take vacations with them and have played board games naked etc. No big deal.
I also do theater and again some of them know I do legit work but not sensual, since it is none of their business. The theater world is a strange entity onto itself. A group of people have this unexplainable need to take all of their spare time to get together and put on a show (with usually little or no profit). We leave our spouses and regular jobs behind and form an instant family with the good, the bad and the ugly for a few months, laughing and crying together and creating bonds that feel like they should last forever, but we know they will not. They are temporary, just for the run of the show. Oh there are some that we will stay in touch with for a while, others we will work with again on another show (no guarantees of that), and still others we leave without regrets and a very few that we actually keep as close friends. Since theater is so transitory, it is very possible that you don’t know the day job of 80% of the people that you work with. So what I do just never even enters the picture, unless someone shares something with me that I feel is worthy of my sharing with them. These are very far and few between, it takes a huge level of trust. Granted, theater people are perhaps the most understanding people in the world, but there is still a lot of stigma in doing sensual work that is just not the worth discussing.
So, I am working with an actor for the third season in a row for a few months. We don’t see a lot of each other since our schedules are very different but I was impressed with him the first year we met. He has that type of personality that is so disarming. Something he has probably developed over the years. He is tall, about 6’6”, probably 225, shaved head and a goatee so he is a rather imposing figure and his demeanor may have developed to put people at ease or it is just who he was meant to be. He is in his late 30’s, a good age for just about anyone. He is always smiling and ready with a joke or two. He seems to like everyone and everyone seems to like him. We have been able to kid each other easily from the beginning. After my first show with him closed, I let him know that of all the people I worked with that season, he was perhaps the coolest. We get to chatting on line and I learn far more about him. Something about my personality often brings out the sexual secrets in others. We share how we each like the nudist life style. He mentions how difficult it is for him to hang out naked with a 10 year old at home. We talk about his bisexuality and his relationship with his wife and their early days in the BDSM community. He shares his blog with me and I share this one with him. Suddenly we seem to have few secrets, though he has never seen my place, I have never been to his. We see each other only a few times a year and treat each other as old friends, though in reality, most of our conversations have happened on line and truth be told, there aren’t all that many of those, but they have been good ones. This is all to say that while we are friends, we are not best friends but seem better than just casual co-workers.
So after two years he finally sets up an appointment for a massage. Great! I have been looking forward to this. He really needs one due to the physical demands of his latest show and the stress of his day job and some issues at home. No problem!
Except…
Whenever dealing in a professional basis with a friend, things have a tendency to get a little gray; first off, is the discussion of money. I charge a decent amount for what I do, I believe I am worth it, but I that is what I charge to strangers. For friends of mine I would never charge that amount. So when he asks about costs, I am honest and say what I charge every day and I give my friends a discount. He doesn’t want to take advantage of me so he offers to pay full price, I tell him it isn’t necessary and that I would rather he gets the time on the table he needs than worry about the cost, we can always work out something. He says that is fine but he likes to treat his friends well. All this and no one has brought up what type of massage he wants yet.
Cool, so I will charge him whatever I see fit. I make up my mind that he is going to get a 90 minute massage (or slightly longer) for the cost of one hour, deal with all of that later. We find an agreeable time to meet, coming to my place (a bit of a hike for him) and I arrange for my partner to be out. Not really hard to do, he wants me to make money. I do not tell my partner who my client is (they know each other), I will do that after. The discussion of what type of massage has been limited to his aches and pains in shoulders and back and legs. He knows I do sensual work as well, if he wants it, he will tell me, right? Or will he? Perhaps he doesn’t want to take advantage of me in that way either. It is true that very few of my friends who know I do sensual work come to me for it. They come for therapeutic work. This is no different right? Besides, from out talks, I know who he is attracted to, and it is not me. He likes “skater” types. The only guy that I know that he has played with is half my age, probably 6 inches smaller in the waist and at least an inch or two longer in the cock. So he is not interested in anything besides a therapeutic massage. I am sure of it.
As time for the appointment approached, I was a bit nervous, wanted everything to be just right. Candles lit, towels in the right spots, correct scents wafting in the air trying to make everything as warm and inviting as possible. Am I expecting something more to happen? No, I just want to make a good impression for my friend. I look through my music thoroughly, deciding to go to with one of my favorite standards, an eclectic mix of Kristin Bjorn Porn music (before you judge porn music, listen to his, I find it most relaxing). I make sure the water is sitting out a bit so it is not icy cold but a more drinkable temp. I make sure I have a variety of massage products available for any situation, creams, oils, biofreeze and the rest. Then I sit and wait, I am ready early. This is a bad habit of mine. He calls and lets me know where he is and when he expects to arrive. Cool. I am ready. Now normally I would watch some porn during this time to get me “up” for the job so to speak, but I have already decided this is a non-sensual event so I check email and facebook repeatedly. Another call, he is here. I go down to the street to greet him and escort him up to my apartment. He is still dressed from work, not a look I have seen on him often. He looks good and is his normal jovial self. I try to keep things as professional as possible and ask him about his pains and offer him some water (I am nervous, why?). I excuse myself to wash my hands after telling him to undress to his level of comfort and lie on the table, explaining the draping option. As I am washing my hands, I suddenly realize I have not asked him if he needs to use the bathroom, basic etiquette rule one. I come running back into the room, he is in his underwear “I forgot to ask if you needed to use the bathroom, it was a long trip from work.” He does and I shake off the nerves and re-focus. When he returns, he drops his underwear and climbs on the table, tossing the draping towel aside. The quick glance I get of his cock is nice but nothing exceptional. If the rumors are true (ok, on-line photos) then he must be grower.
His ass is nice though. Unfortunately from what I read in his emails and blogs he does not like ass play (except rimming), but this is not that kind of massage. He has the soft rounded bubble but, unusual in someone of his size. It’s time to focus on the task at hand. I remind him that I will use a variety of pressures and to let me know if it ever too much. He laughs and says that it would be impossible; he has trained himself to withstand pain and likes a really deep massage. I go to work and it is true that he has extremely tense muscles, plenty of knots in the shoulders, strain between the shoulder blades and a tight lower back. We exchange some small talk and talk about the aches and pains and knots that I am finding. I spend a good 40 minutes just on his back, both of us being very professional the entire time. I finish with a few feather strokes and move down to his feet. I check to see how he is doing. “Great! You have magic hands!”
As I start working on his feet and legs he says “I half expected you to answer the door naked.” This takes me by surprise. Was he serious? Was he joking? It must be a joke. I respond with a lame line… “one should never assume.” I go back to work. I am coming to a point in the massage that I generally do the abductor rub under the leg through the groin, do I or don’t I? This is a very erotic area for most men, several have cum on my table from this move. On the other hand it is also a very therapeutic (if not exactly legal) and I have done it often on men while giving them therapeutic only massages, especially if they are comfortable with their bodies as I know my friend here is. What the hell! I’ll do it. I am careful not to touch his cock or balls but do reach his perineum. I repeat the stroke, maybe one or two more times than I need to. When I’m finished he makes a comment that no masseur has ever done that before, I explain that it is not exactly a legit move but very therapeutic. He liked it and saw no problem with it. I smile.
I do the other foot and leg, working silently. I repeat the abductor move and start to work on the glutes. I am reaching across him body to work on the far glute when he stretches his fingers up and finds the crotch of my shorts. He continues to feel around till he finds my balls and starts to tickle them, still through the fabric. Well, now I know he is interested in more than a therapeutic massage. I have told you before that I am an ass man, and my friend has a very nice one. It is not a hard muscle butt, but there is definitely some muscle under a soft layer fat that is giving the ass a sexy full look. I love working on an ass like this, one where two perfectly round globes meet in a beautiful cavern just waiting for exploration. I knead that glute hard, working in circles, reaching over occasionally to get my elbow into it. He is still tickling my balls and I have an aching erection. In a normal situation, I may have dropped my shorts here and let him play with my hard cock, but I remember that in his emails that he is not into anal at all and I still will need to climb onto the table to work out some more knots in his back and I don’t want to freak him out with a hard cock working into his ass crack, so I opt to keep clothed. I switch sides of the table to work on the other glute, his hand again tickling my nuts through my shorts. My hard on is aching. I still try to continue to be as professionally as possible. I do some long full body light strokes after I have finished with his glute, I do a little stretching of his crack by working my thumbs down between those beautiful globes. I find his sphincter and add some lube to my thumb and gently rub back and forth on it. I keep it gentle and light, like a tongue gently caressing it, but not daring to enter. I climb onto the table still fully dressed work those back muscles over again and again. My crotch occasionally grazing his ass but trying not to let my hard dick slip between his cheeks, even fully clothed, I don’t want to scare him. I do massage those beautiful glutes some more and the dismount and do some full body feather strokes before I ask him to turn over.
His cock is definitely swollen, but it is not at full mast. It is definitely much bigger than when I first saw it. He is all smiles, I offer him some water and he takes a long drink. He lies back and closes his eyes, I strip down naked. I work on his chest, my dick occasionally bumping his head, he smiles more broadly. I move to the side of the table and work his abs, occasionally stoking across his pubes, his erection is becoming much fuller. It looks a bit like the Washington Monument, it is widest at the bottom and tapers up to the head. I don’t take the time to measure it, but I believe his claims of it being just shy of 9 inches. He has found my dick and is jacking it slowly in his hand. I move to the other side of the table and repeat the movements, he does as well with slowly jacking my cock. I start to go to town on his genitals, I stroke the length of his cock, I pull his nuts down and tickle them, I stroke a finger across his sphincter. He moans appreciatively at each stroke of his body, I reach up and tweak his nipples, I rub down across his abs, I stroke to the top of cock and down again, over the balls and perineum to the sphincter again and back. He is still rhythmically stroking my cock. I start using both my hands on his cock cupping one over the other so the head of his cock meets a more resistant barrier before bursting through to the air again.
I have over played my hand and he cums quite suddenly. He has a very full body orgasm, the kind I like his whole body convulsing for a few moments. He then lies back with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. I say to him “what were you saying about magic hands?”
He lies there naked as I finish my work, no longer trying to touch me. I do the leg stretches, his cock slowly growing limp and starting to flop around as I move his legs around. I massage his legs ending with a groin stroke that goes up one leg, over his perineum and down the other leg and back again several times while I hold his nuts out of the way with my other hand. This is a great stroke, it causes the client to open his legs and stretch his groin while giving him very pleasurable sensations that are not directly connected with sex. I am all over the idea of treating the penis like any other appendage after the orgasm. It generally doesn’t need to be stroked any more but it likes to be handled and not ignored. I work his arms and stretch them over his head. They are not as tight as I would have expected, but then again, he is now much more relaxed than he was 90 minutes ago. We are going over the 90 minutes a bit, but I am more than ok with that. There was real work to be done and I think we have accomplished a lot. I am still nude, as is he. There is no shame and sex is not part of the equation anymore. He is drifting in a semi post coital state where his entire body has been relieved, not just his cock. My cock has deflated as well, the excitement is over, my mind has gone back to work and my body has followed. I work his neck and his shaved head (with a 5 o’clock shadow). I massage his face and ears. I then began the process of the connecting feather strokes over the entire body. He is still drifting somewhere, the smile still on his face. I perform the ending blessing by saying to myself “May god bless you and keep you. May god make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious onto you. May god lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace” while connecting his 7 chakra points. He is an atheist but he doesn’t know I was thinking it, besides in my mind it is always god with the little g noting in my mind any deity available or just the universe herself.
I wash my hands and return, he is feeling well and I have him sit up and drink some water, we talk about some of the aches and pains and some stretches that he should do. He then brings up how much he owes me as he is getting dressed. I say “let’s call it an hour.” He is agreeable and then starts taking out money, he tips $35. That’s fine. It’s too much but that’s fine. If that is what he wants to pay, I am ok with that. I just hope he realizes he doesn’t have to and is not expected to pay that much each time. All in all it was a very good session and I had a very good time and I hope he did as well. The lingering question is does this affect our friendship?
That question may never be properly answered. In order to change a friendship, the friendship would have had to have been well defined to begin with. It is not exactly like we have had sex, he received a service that he paid for. Perhaps sex would have made the friendship easier to define, perhaps not. From what I can tell, he is not the kind to judge another person unless they have treated others in an unkind way. I told my partner who my client was that night; he did not ask any further questions. I have seen my friend at the show a few times since and if anything, he seems a little more relaxed around me. Perhaps he was nervous about scheduling the massage as well. I hope that he comes back as a client. I hope that a friendship continues to grow. I appreciate his view of the world. I hope he appreciates mine. If he does come back, I may get naked earlier, if it’s OK with him. ;-)
- Jack
