I often wonder how many women are aware of the power that lies in a single finger. I know that most gay men do. All gay male sensual body workers should know.
One of the reasons that "straight" men will come to see a gay body worker is for a little attention to the areas that the Sun don't shine. Many have gone to female body workers and have gotten off one way or another, everything from hand jobs to blow jobs to a few who apparently will hop up on the table and use their vagina, it's true, I have had several clients tell me so.
They come to us for something a little more, which in the grand scheme of things is so much less. They want anal stimulation. No big deal for most of us, hell, a lot of us are happy to oblige.
The amount and the depth that they want varies and can be an interesting guessing game. Pretty much all men like external massage of the sphincter area, those who do not are just really tense and afraid of what might come next. If you can assure them that is all you are going to do and they relax a bit, they will love it as well. There are a lot of nerve endings in the area of the sphincter that get ignored for most of a life time. The only attention they get is a wipe of toilet paper and a little soapy water when showering. Most "straight" men do not think of the sphincter as a place for arousal when they are home masturbating (give it up, we all know you masturbate). The thought of lightly stroking down there is for some repulsive, for others "too gay," and simply does not occur for a good majority of the population.
So how is it that they come looking for me and my kind? Perhaps they read about it in a porn story, or heard a dirty joke, or saw it in a movie or heard about on a tv show (usually as a joke) or perhaps when they were showering one day, they noticed that soapy finger felt kind of good down there. The issue for most though is that they are fixated on penetration, that if something is rubbing around down there, the goal must be to stick it in. This is where it can go very wrong for the inexperienced.
There are a lot of jokes about prostate exams and how "uncomfortable" they are. Well, I had my first medical prostate exam last year and even as a gay man who has a lot of experience with my anal region, it was indeed uncomfortable. Icy cold lube smeared unceremoniously followed immediately with a rubber coated finger poking all the way in and yanked back out after a quick feel. It was as if every possible care was taken to make this procedure as nasty as it could be. The only thing that would have been worse is if they had not used any lube. It is because of experiences like this that many men fear penetration. Not that penetration is the end all and be all of anything. There are "tops" and "bottoms" in the world for a reason, being penetrated is not for everyone, but until it is approached in a calm and sympathetic manner, most men just know fear.
So, when approaching this in a massage, I start with a little tease. While the client is lying on his stomach and his entire back side has been massaged, I work on his glutes. Starting on the side that is opposite from the side of the table on which I am standing (So if I am on the right side of the table, I work the client's left glute) I knead the muscle tissue with both hands working in a circular motion around the glute. This will expose the sphincter to daylight and air for brief moments over and over again. When the glute is well worked, I work the crevice of the buttocks from top to bottom using my thumbs to lightly push the flesh out away from the sphincter area. I do this three times from top to bottom, lightly grazing the sphincter occasionally on the second and third passes. I then move to the other side of the table and repeat the process.
Once the second cheek is finished and the passes down the crevice are complete, I treat the entire buttocks as a whole with some sweeping circular strokes. Then the body is treated as a whole with long connecting strokes from the shoulders to the feet. I will then do a a very light stroke from between shoulder blades to the sphincter and lightly stroke the external sphincter alternating between up and down strokes and circular strokes. I will graze the balls and rub the perineum. After a few moments, I will follow the balls down and stroke the penis, if it is exposed, then move up between the shoulder blades and repeat, adding a bit more lube warmed in my hands each time. On the third time stroking the sphincter, I may let my thumb test the resistance of penetration (make sure your nails are well trimmed). It is generally pretty easy to tell at this point what the client is used to, many will lift their hips to try to impale themselves on my thumb, others simply open up and the thumb falls into the hole. With others, there may be a great deal of resistance and I simply continue to rub lightly, taking penetration off the table. Still others open after a moments hesitation then grasp my thumb tightly after penetration to the point where any movement on my part is nearly impossible. With these men, I simply let my thumb stay still while my other hand continues long strokes along their back and legs. When the sphincter relaxes, I may try a little back and forth or I may slowly pull out and repeat the process.
Many men feel confused or ashamed if they ejaculate at this moment, usually with out touching themselves or with minimal movement against the sheet. It's no big deal. Happens a lot. Really.
For many men, just the external massage is all they want, something that they don't get at home or those "other" massage parlors.
I will include some light external rubbing during the "release" portion of the massage on every man, regardless of their reactions earlier. Even the most uptight of men will enjoy their anus being rubbed while their penis being stimulated, and by this time, I usually have their trust that I will not try to rape them in any way.
So the moral of this lesson is "rub you anus every day, it feels good, and if their are any doctors reading this, seriously, slow down and let a guy relax a little for those prostate exams!"
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thoughts
I deal mostly with men who are in relationships. I am not sure why that is, but it's true. Oh, don't get me wrong, I have a number of single clients who see me on a semi regular basis, but the bulk of my clientle are in relationships, gay or straight.
I think what amazes me even more is that they tell me. I don't mind hearing it, but I am not sure why they feel the need. I understand someone who has seen me on several occassions, but even a lot of first timers will tell me about their wife and children or what their partner does just before or after a sensual session. Does it make them feel better to be honest with me? Is it cathartic? Do they just need someone to talk to? Please understand that only a few tell me about problems in their relationships, most tell me the mundane things about vacations, jobs, in-laws and the such.
I guess that it wouldn't be so odd if there wasn't also the opposite group of guys. Those who will say fewer than 10 words, use a fake name and only call me from pay phones and park their cars on another street. These extreme opposites amuse me, though I actually understand the paronia more than the free font of information. If someone sees their time with me as something that they shouldn't be doing or as cheating on their spouse, then they are bound to take a few extra precautions, or if they are very deep in the closet and a member of some conservative political or religeous party (I do have clients like that, and I know because they told me, so maybe that shoots a hole in that theory).
Now it is true that there are those clients who think of our time together and a normal paid transaction, an exchange of services and monies. These people usually feel no guilt and would never consider what we are doing as a form of cheating since their is no emotional attachment. I am simply a very expensive sex toy that makes them fell good all over.
What brought this all to mind is that a recent client contacted me using his professional email address that had his name as the address. He is a semi-famous professor and author with a lovely wife and a couple of children and he contacted me asking specifically for a sensual massage. Now, a lesser type of person may have used this information for a possible extra gain. Thank god I am not that type of person.
Now, that being said, obviously such things enter my mind. To me, it is a funny passing thought. To others, it may not be. I hate to say that there are dishonest people in my business, but there are. In these tough economic times, I would be a little extra careful about how much and what kind of personal information you share with your bodyworker. A lack of money can make the kindest, sweetest, most honest person go a little crazy and do things that they would normally never do. Just be careful out there.
I think what amazes me even more is that they tell me. I don't mind hearing it, but I am not sure why they feel the need. I understand someone who has seen me on several occassions, but even a lot of first timers will tell me about their wife and children or what their partner does just before or after a sensual session. Does it make them feel better to be honest with me? Is it cathartic? Do they just need someone to talk to? Please understand that only a few tell me about problems in their relationships, most tell me the mundane things about vacations, jobs, in-laws and the such.
I guess that it wouldn't be so odd if there wasn't also the opposite group of guys. Those who will say fewer than 10 words, use a fake name and only call me from pay phones and park their cars on another street. These extreme opposites amuse me, though I actually understand the paronia more than the free font of information. If someone sees their time with me as something that they shouldn't be doing or as cheating on their spouse, then they are bound to take a few extra precautions, or if they are very deep in the closet and a member of some conservative political or religeous party (I do have clients like that, and I know because they told me, so maybe that shoots a hole in that theory).
Now it is true that there are those clients who think of our time together and a normal paid transaction, an exchange of services and monies. These people usually feel no guilt and would never consider what we are doing as a form of cheating since their is no emotional attachment. I am simply a very expensive sex toy that makes them fell good all over.
What brought this all to mind is that a recent client contacted me using his professional email address that had his name as the address. He is a semi-famous professor and author with a lovely wife and a couple of children and he contacted me asking specifically for a sensual massage. Now, a lesser type of person may have used this information for a possible extra gain. Thank god I am not that type of person.
Now, that being said, obviously such things enter my mind. To me, it is a funny passing thought. To others, it may not be. I hate to say that there are dishonest people in my business, but there are. In these tough economic times, I would be a little extra careful about how much and what kind of personal information you share with your bodyworker. A lack of money can make the kindest, sweetest, most honest person go a little crazy and do things that they would normally never do. Just be careful out there.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Unpleasant times
Sorry for the delay. I have a lot on my mind again and bit of an issue trying to put it all in to words.
I want to write a much longer post soon, but I think it will help if I get this off my chest first.
For anyone considering a profession similar to mine, I must remind you that it has it's pitfalls. A couple of weeks ago, I had a very unpleasant encounter. I have been very fortunate since these are very few and far between, but I do believe that it should still be discussed.
The encounter was with a client who had seen me once before, almost a full year before, I keep good enough records that I can usually look something like that up. It was a sensual massage, not much different than a lot that I do. The client was a big guy in his late 30's early 40's. When it was over, he compliments my work, gets dressed and says "I'll pay you next time." Money being as tight as it is, and the fact that the last time I saw this guy was a year ago, I protest.
I explain that I don't do business that way and if he needs to get some cash, I will happily walk across the street with him while he gets some out of the ATM. He starts on about how I can trust him, and I push on with I just don't do business like that. He then takes out a wad of money, peels off a $20 bill, tossing it on the table and says "here, how's that?"
I remind him of what the cost is and he claims he has never paid that much. I explain that I have not increased my rates since the last time he saw me and with tip, he paid me more than that last time.
He then gets angry. He starts to leave and I stand before the door blocking his path, I want my money. He threatens me with violence. Now, I have to decide if he is serious and what is worth it. I inform him he still owes me money and if ever wants to see me again, he needs to pay. Now he starts in on how that's not fair, I argue what he is doing to me is not fair, he still refuses to pay and is getting more and more angry. I now say fine, go, but don't bother calling again, I will not take you as a client. He throws down another 20 and asks how about now? You are almost halfway there I reply. He curses and storms out. I block his number on my phone.
All in all I was lucky. He did not hit me, or worse. I got about half the money. I know the economy is bad and that can really drive people crazy. I don't think he was on drugs (though I may be wrong) and he wasn't drunk.
This can happen to any massage therapist, sensual work or not, who works on their own. I have been short changed before, but never threatened with violence, again, I have been lucky. It has made me long for the day when I went to a mindless job and collected a big fat check for little work. I never thought I would say that.
Most of my clients are wonderful people and most of the time I really enjoy my work, but with the economy being so bad..... this is not really worth it.
Here is hoping that December and the new year will bring me some better work and money. - Jack
I want to write a much longer post soon, but I think it will help if I get this off my chest first.
For anyone considering a profession similar to mine, I must remind you that it has it's pitfalls. A couple of weeks ago, I had a very unpleasant encounter. I have been very fortunate since these are very few and far between, but I do believe that it should still be discussed.
The encounter was with a client who had seen me once before, almost a full year before, I keep good enough records that I can usually look something like that up. It was a sensual massage, not much different than a lot that I do. The client was a big guy in his late 30's early 40's. When it was over, he compliments my work, gets dressed and says "I'll pay you next time." Money being as tight as it is, and the fact that the last time I saw this guy was a year ago, I protest.
I explain that I don't do business that way and if he needs to get some cash, I will happily walk across the street with him while he gets some out of the ATM. He starts on about how I can trust him, and I push on with I just don't do business like that. He then takes out a wad of money, peels off a $20 bill, tossing it on the table and says "here, how's that?"
I remind him of what the cost is and he claims he has never paid that much. I explain that I have not increased my rates since the last time he saw me and with tip, he paid me more than that last time.
He then gets angry. He starts to leave and I stand before the door blocking his path, I want my money. He threatens me with violence. Now, I have to decide if he is serious and what is worth it. I inform him he still owes me money and if ever wants to see me again, he needs to pay. Now he starts in on how that's not fair, I argue what he is doing to me is not fair, he still refuses to pay and is getting more and more angry. I now say fine, go, but don't bother calling again, I will not take you as a client. He throws down another 20 and asks how about now? You are almost halfway there I reply. He curses and storms out. I block his number on my phone.
All in all I was lucky. He did not hit me, or worse. I got about half the money. I know the economy is bad and that can really drive people crazy. I don't think he was on drugs (though I may be wrong) and he wasn't drunk.
This can happen to any massage therapist, sensual work or not, who works on their own. I have been short changed before, but never threatened with violence, again, I have been lucky. It has made me long for the day when I went to a mindless job and collected a big fat check for little work. I never thought I would say that.
Most of my clients are wonderful people and most of the time I really enjoy my work, but with the economy being so bad..... this is not really worth it.
Here is hoping that December and the new year will bring me some better work and money. - Jack
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sorry for the delay
Sorry that I have not written in the last couple of weeks. I will try to be better.
Update, had my wisdom teethe pulled and no major problems. Don’t ever want to go through it again, but all in all not too bad. One of the empty sockets is closing a bit slower than it should and I still have some dull pain, but the surgeon assured me that it is normal.
Well, what to talk about today. People seem to like the steamier stuff so I will see what I can do. The gentleman who tipped me $60 for his first prostate massage came back.
It is good to see him again. Still pretty certain that he has had next to no man on man action before. He is very careful to make sure that his hands come nowhere near my pelvic regions. He asks to skip the Prostate massage but really wants a full massage with release. He again has no issue with personal nudity as he starts stripping the moment he walks in the door, but never makes a request for me to disrobe, so I did not. He is not too talkative but does let out the occasional moan and groan. His hips do a bit of grinding as I work the inside of his thighs and also when I work his glutes.
He turns over, there is a damp spot on the table from his pre-cum and sticky line of juice coming from the tip of his rock hard penis. I work his chest and tease his nipples lightly, I work my way down his abs grazing the pubic hair line with every circular motion. I slide my hands up his penis and down over his balls to lightly brush his anus and work my way back again. I use one hand to slowly stroke him while the other wanders up to his chest to tweak his nipples and then down his abs again to the base of his penis to apply pressure to his pubic bone. The hand that has been stroking him works it’s way over his balls and then on to graze over his right inner thigh and then across the balls to the left inner thigh, down to lightly graze the anus and up again to the penis.
Then he starts to talk. "Oh my god that feels so good! Where did you learn to do that?"
"Practice" I reply.
"How does my penis compare to others?" He is looking me directly in the eyes. I am not sure if he is looking for praise or reassurance.
"It’s a nice sized penis." It is. It is slightly above average, not much. He is very thin man so it looks good on him. I know that he must have looked at other men’s penises before but probably not too many erect ones. My mind is now thinking about how many I have seen, a number far too great to even consider.
"Oh god, take it easy, I don’t want to cum yet!"
I hear this phrase a lot, especially with newbies. They want to ride the wave that will ultimately end in orgasm as long as possible. Something that they only do here, on my table. When with their regular partners, their goal is to achieve orgasm, not to put it off. I oblige for a few more moments. I have an agenda as well. I have a massage to give, this intermission of sexual bliss is to be only a small part of an overall experience. This is not a sexual encounter, but a full bodywork session. My hands continue to explore a terrain that they are very familiar with but is never quite the same twice. As the client continues his journey of sexual awakening, the response to each touch and stroke changes.
"Oh god, this is so good"
I never would have thought he was so religious, but god has entered into almost every sentence he has uttered. I am to the teasing point now, his balls have drawn up inside his body completely. He could have come some time ago now and it is just my whim that will say yes or no to each moment. I glance at the clock and do a bit of quick math to determine the amount of time left in the session and the amount of work I have to do after he cums. It is time. Instead of speeding up my strokes I slow way down and tighten my grip slightly. My left hand is pressing on his pubic bone and the fingers wrapped around the base of the cock, the tips stroking his scrotum. Slowly my right hand slides up, almost all the way off the penis, and then just as slowly all the way down, again and again. His hips are thrusting into the air, his back is arching, the muscles in his legs are taught, his mouth is agape, his face twisted, he is gasping for breath. Then the yell.
"Aaarrgh, oh god, oh god, oh god" he repeats as volleys of cum fly through the air. He is quite the shooter with the first volley flying over his head, the second hitting him across the left side of his face, the third and fourth land on his chest and the last few spit up on abs. His body convulses even after the wad has been thoroughly shot. I squeeze and milk the penis to make sure it is empty as much as to tease him. He falls silent. I grab a hand towel and start to clean the mess, it is everywhere but the gob on his face must be removed first before he is fully aware that it is there. As I clean, I straighten out his limbs again from the twisted positions where they had landed before he went limp.
"Very impressive" I say. He grins sheepishly.
This is always an interesting moment for me cleaning the client who is lying there in a nearly helpless state. No one is ever self conscience in this moment. It is what it is, a spent man having his fluids wiped off him by his nurturing bodyworker. Having finished wiping him down, I continue the session with leg stretches, a potentially awkward situation for a naked client but he is too satisfied to care.
His eyes have closed and he is drifting away. I have often wanted to photograph client’s faces at this moment. There is a serenity in their look mixed with just a touch of happiness. This is how one would like to believe they look when asleep. This is the look that one should have when they die. It is a look that appears differently on each countenance but is always the same.
We finish and I give him his water and let him know what I found while working his body, the stiffness in the right side of his back and in his right hip; from his years breaking horses he tells me. I tell him I hope that he got what he was looking for out of today's session.
"Better than any blow job." I thank him for what I assume is a compliment. He hops up, again not shy at all, though most men are not at this point; after all I have seen and touched everything by this point. He dresses quickly and rifles through his wallet and places the cash on the table.
"Do you need any change?"
"Naw, I’m good. Thanks again " and he heads out the door with his bottle of water. I start cleaning up and count out the cash he left behind. Another $60 tip, I am surprised, but pleased. I guess he was happy. - Jack
Update, had my wisdom teethe pulled and no major problems. Don’t ever want to go through it again, but all in all not too bad. One of the empty sockets is closing a bit slower than it should and I still have some dull pain, but the surgeon assured me that it is normal.
Well, what to talk about today. People seem to like the steamier stuff so I will see what I can do. The gentleman who tipped me $60 for his first prostate massage came back.
It is good to see him again. Still pretty certain that he has had next to no man on man action before. He is very careful to make sure that his hands come nowhere near my pelvic regions. He asks to skip the Prostate massage but really wants a full massage with release. He again has no issue with personal nudity as he starts stripping the moment he walks in the door, but never makes a request for me to disrobe, so I did not. He is not too talkative but does let out the occasional moan and groan. His hips do a bit of grinding as I work the inside of his thighs and also when I work his glutes.
He turns over, there is a damp spot on the table from his pre-cum and sticky line of juice coming from the tip of his rock hard penis. I work his chest and tease his nipples lightly, I work my way down his abs grazing the pubic hair line with every circular motion. I slide my hands up his penis and down over his balls to lightly brush his anus and work my way back again. I use one hand to slowly stroke him while the other wanders up to his chest to tweak his nipples and then down his abs again to the base of his penis to apply pressure to his pubic bone. The hand that has been stroking him works it’s way over his balls and then on to graze over his right inner thigh and then across the balls to the left inner thigh, down to lightly graze the anus and up again to the penis.
Then he starts to talk. "Oh my god that feels so good! Where did you learn to do that?"
"Practice" I reply.
"How does my penis compare to others?" He is looking me directly in the eyes. I am not sure if he is looking for praise or reassurance.
"It’s a nice sized penis." It is. It is slightly above average, not much. He is very thin man so it looks good on him. I know that he must have looked at other men’s penises before but probably not too many erect ones. My mind is now thinking about how many I have seen, a number far too great to even consider.
"Oh god, take it easy, I don’t want to cum yet!"
I hear this phrase a lot, especially with newbies. They want to ride the wave that will ultimately end in orgasm as long as possible. Something that they only do here, on my table. When with their regular partners, their goal is to achieve orgasm, not to put it off. I oblige for a few more moments. I have an agenda as well. I have a massage to give, this intermission of sexual bliss is to be only a small part of an overall experience. This is not a sexual encounter, but a full bodywork session. My hands continue to explore a terrain that they are very familiar with but is never quite the same twice. As the client continues his journey of sexual awakening, the response to each touch and stroke changes.
"Oh god, this is so good"
I never would have thought he was so religious, but god has entered into almost every sentence he has uttered. I am to the teasing point now, his balls have drawn up inside his body completely. He could have come some time ago now and it is just my whim that will say yes or no to each moment. I glance at the clock and do a bit of quick math to determine the amount of time left in the session and the amount of work I have to do after he cums. It is time. Instead of speeding up my strokes I slow way down and tighten my grip slightly. My left hand is pressing on his pubic bone and the fingers wrapped around the base of the cock, the tips stroking his scrotum. Slowly my right hand slides up, almost all the way off the penis, and then just as slowly all the way down, again and again. His hips are thrusting into the air, his back is arching, the muscles in his legs are taught, his mouth is agape, his face twisted, he is gasping for breath. Then the yell.
"Aaarrgh, oh god, oh god, oh god" he repeats as volleys of cum fly through the air. He is quite the shooter with the first volley flying over his head, the second hitting him across the left side of his face, the third and fourth land on his chest and the last few spit up on abs. His body convulses even after the wad has been thoroughly shot. I squeeze and milk the penis to make sure it is empty as much as to tease him. He falls silent. I grab a hand towel and start to clean the mess, it is everywhere but the gob on his face must be removed first before he is fully aware that it is there. As I clean, I straighten out his limbs again from the twisted positions where they had landed before he went limp.
"Very impressive" I say. He grins sheepishly.
This is always an interesting moment for me cleaning the client who is lying there in a nearly helpless state. No one is ever self conscience in this moment. It is what it is, a spent man having his fluids wiped off him by his nurturing bodyworker. Having finished wiping him down, I continue the session with leg stretches, a potentially awkward situation for a naked client but he is too satisfied to care.
His eyes have closed and he is drifting away. I have often wanted to photograph client’s faces at this moment. There is a serenity in their look mixed with just a touch of happiness. This is how one would like to believe they look when asleep. This is the look that one should have when they die. It is a look that appears differently on each countenance but is always the same.
We finish and I give him his water and let him know what I found while working his body, the stiffness in the right side of his back and in his right hip; from his years breaking horses he tells me. I tell him I hope that he got what he was looking for out of today's session.
"Better than any blow job." I thank him for what I assume is a compliment. He hops up, again not shy at all, though most men are not at this point; after all I have seen and touched everything by this point. He dresses quickly and rifles through his wallet and places the cash on the table.
"Do you need any change?"
"Naw, I’m good. Thanks again " and he heads out the door with his bottle of water. I start cleaning up and count out the cash he left behind. Another $60 tip, I am surprised, but pleased. I guess he was happy. - Jack
Thursday, October 16, 2008
OK, I am back, I think and whether or not the wife knows.
Had the teeth pulled, it hurt, not as bad as I expected, but it hurt. It is over a week later and I still have some pain. Of course I had 4 teeth ripped out of my head, there will be some pain, it will pass soon. I am out of vicadin but the ibuprofen is working ok.
There is still a lot going through my head but I think I will be able to focus a little better.
What is most on my mind is a conversation I had with a client about whether or not his wife suspected that he was seeking sexual gratification elsewhere and whether she suspected it was with a man. They have been married for many years and have a few grown children.
My answer was she knows something is up. I have never met a woman or any spouse for that matter who did not suspect something when their spouse was stepping out. Whether the spouse was just getting sex else where, or a full fledged relationship or even an online affair with someone they have never met in person; the spouse knows. The longer the couple has been together, the greater the chance that the spouse knows. They will pick up on changes in behavior from daily habits to emotional subtleties. They know. Now whether they know it is with a person of the same sex or not can vary.
Most women will know, but not all. Most women are blessed with gaydar almost as good as any gay man’s. Even if they don’t have it, they usually have a friend (female or gay male) who will help them out. I have often been asked my opinion of whether someone’s spouse may have same sex leanings or not. I have always given my honest opinion with the disclaimer that I do not know for certain unless they have sucked my dick. I then ask the follow up question, does it matter? Seriously, does it matter? If he is a good husband, father, treats you well and is discreet, does it matter?
For generations it has not. In American society it has been common that gay men would marry women and have families with them and fool around with their "buds" on the sly. In modern African-American society it is referred to as being on the "down-low." As long as it was discreet, most women didn’t care or chose to ignore it, perhaps feeling shame or that society dictated that they needed a husband, whatever. Today we would like to think that we are above that, that gay men don’t feel the need to marry women to prove themselves to society and their families. That may be true for young men in major metropolitan areas, there are still many men who are older or living in more "traditional" societies that being openly gay is just not an option.
So what about today’s women? Do they care? The answer depends on where they are in their lives and what their personal society is like. If they think that they being married to a gay man is better than not being married, they may not care, or at least accept it on some level. However many women will feel hurt, angry, betrayed and will want out. That is their right and privilege. There is also the issue of sexually transmitted diseases that can be brought home. The "down-low" practice is at least partially responsible for the growing Aids rate in the African-American society. It is often these married closeted men that are looking for sex in bathrooms, parks and sex clubs (not all of them are married, but a lot of them are). There are still other women who are most accepting and want to get in on the action. Don’t believe me? Check out ww.craigslist.com and do a search for MW4M under casual encounters. Some women will say "thank-god because I really want to do my best friend Heather!"
I believe that every married man that is having sex with men should buck it up and be honest with their wives. Let the women have a choice. This is an unpopular opinion among married men and I usually keep my mouth shut unless the conversation steers itself in that direction. I know many men who came out to their wives and things worked out fine. Some stayed together, some did not, but all felt much better having released this secret that was keeping them apart from their partners.
There is still a lot going through my head but I think I will be able to focus a little better.
What is most on my mind is a conversation I had with a client about whether or not his wife suspected that he was seeking sexual gratification elsewhere and whether she suspected it was with a man. They have been married for many years and have a few grown children.
My answer was she knows something is up. I have never met a woman or any spouse for that matter who did not suspect something when their spouse was stepping out. Whether the spouse was just getting sex else where, or a full fledged relationship or even an online affair with someone they have never met in person; the spouse knows. The longer the couple has been together, the greater the chance that the spouse knows. They will pick up on changes in behavior from daily habits to emotional subtleties. They know. Now whether they know it is with a person of the same sex or not can vary.
Most women will know, but not all. Most women are blessed with gaydar almost as good as any gay man’s. Even if they don’t have it, they usually have a friend (female or gay male) who will help them out. I have often been asked my opinion of whether someone’s spouse may have same sex leanings or not. I have always given my honest opinion with the disclaimer that I do not know for certain unless they have sucked my dick. I then ask the follow up question, does it matter? Seriously, does it matter? If he is a good husband, father, treats you well and is discreet, does it matter?
For generations it has not. In American society it has been common that gay men would marry women and have families with them and fool around with their "buds" on the sly. In modern African-American society it is referred to as being on the "down-low." As long as it was discreet, most women didn’t care or chose to ignore it, perhaps feeling shame or that society dictated that they needed a husband, whatever. Today we would like to think that we are above that, that gay men don’t feel the need to marry women to prove themselves to society and their families. That may be true for young men in major metropolitan areas, there are still many men who are older or living in more "traditional" societies that being openly gay is just not an option.
So what about today’s women? Do they care? The answer depends on where they are in their lives and what their personal society is like. If they think that they being married to a gay man is better than not being married, they may not care, or at least accept it on some level. However many women will feel hurt, angry, betrayed and will want out. That is their right and privilege. There is also the issue of sexually transmitted diseases that can be brought home. The "down-low" practice is at least partially responsible for the growing Aids rate in the African-American society. It is often these married closeted men that are looking for sex in bathrooms, parks and sex clubs (not all of them are married, but a lot of them are). There are still other women who are most accepting and want to get in on the action. Don’t believe me? Check out ww.craigslist.com and do a search for MW4M under casual encounters. Some women will say "thank-god because I really want to do my best friend Heather!"
I believe that every married man that is having sex with men should buck it up and be honest with their wives. Let the women have a choice. This is an unpopular opinion among married men and I usually keep my mouth shut unless the conversation steers itself in that direction. I know many men who came out to their wives and things worked out fine. Some stayed together, some did not, but all felt much better having released this secret that was keeping them apart from their partners.
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