And so began my career as a masseur....
My 'training', which was Jen's term, began when I received my next massage. As we had already worked out, I was getting free massages from Jen in exchange for helping her with the business side of her business. I was at the point where the basics of her bookkeeping were all in place and working well. She had suggested adding some bells and whistles, including a free form notes section where Jen could add to after a client's session. I had also suggested that we looked into advertising. Jen was doing pretty well just by word of mouth, but she agreed that we could do better with some well placed ads. All in all, her business was humming along. And did I mention that I was getting free massages?
During the course of the massages, as Jen worked on the different parts of my body she would explain what she was doing and why. She would say "There's a lesson to be learned here.", and proceed to fill me in. Also, to show me the difference, she would occasionally do something wrong, like applying incorrect pressure.
I, of course, was enjoying the lessons. As far as the 'blood flow' issue, well, she frequently got my blood flowing. And, over the course of the numerous massages I'd received, we had both become a little more lax with the draping, so my erections were almost always apparent.
One day, during a massage, I was laying face up with a towel folded over to the right, exposing my entire left leg, thigh and hip. As Jen started to work on that leg I started to get aroused. Although that didn't happen every time, there was nothing unusual about me getting an erection. After all, we had discussed that early on and we both knew where we stood on that subject. Or so I thought.
This day, when Jen saw that I was getting aroused, she said "There's a lesson to be learned here."
Before I could ask what the lesson was, she moved off of my legs over to the head of the table, and worked on the back of my neck and shoulders. She applied much more pressure than usual, almost to the point of being painful.
"There!" she said.
"What?"
"Well, when a client gets aroused – as you were – there are a couple of options. The option I just used was to move to a different body part and apply more force. That usually works, taking the clients mind off of their crotch." She glanced down toward my towel-covered cock and said "It worked, right?"
And, yes, she was right. Without realizing it, my mind had switched focus to the change in the massage and my erection was subsiding.
"Yes, it sure did." I said. But I had picked up on what she said so I had to ask "What are the other options?"
Jen smiled and said "I had a feeling you were going to ask that. That's a bit scary, knowing you well enough to know in advance what you are thinking."
"Another option is to just ignore it." she said.
I asked her how she determines which option to use.
"It depends on the client and how well I can read their intentions" she said. "If I think a guy is being suggestive with his hard on, flaunting it, or wanting me to touch him, then I use the first option and very forcibly."
"But if I feel that the erection is just a byproduct of the massage, and the client isn't expecting anything of me, then I just work around it. That's usually what happens, because, as you know, I won't accept a client back if they are expecting a 'special' massage." she said, putting air quotes around the word special.
I was pleased to hear that; the confirmation that Jen was comfortable on those occasions when I had blood flow issues. Of course, I never told her that it wasn't just her hands that got me aroused. Thinking about what she might do with those hands fueled my imagination, which fueled my cock.
Then Jen continued "There is a third option. I seldom resort to it but it does seem to work."
Now I couldn't just leave that hanging there, so I said "And it is...?"
"Well, if I am very comfortable with the person on the table, I can change up the massage in a different way." she said, and she moved back down towards my legs.
Jen looked me in the eyes; there was a twinkle in them, along with an impish grin I had never seen before. She started massaging where she left off, working on my exposed left side. But now, instead of the usual firm pressure, she eased way off, so much so that her touch was barely there. She used just her fingertips, dragging them across my thigh.
The effect of this 'technique' on me was almost instantaneous. I started getting hard again right away. Her fingers were getting closer to the inside of my thigh, much closer to my goods than she usually went.
"So what do you call this option?" I asked.
"I don't actually have a name for it," she replied, "but I guess we could call it the 'teaser option', because it makes me feel like a c..." She paused for a moment, smiled and continued. "Like a cock tease."
Even though I had somewhat of an idea where she was heading with this, or at least where, in my imagination, I hoped she was heading, I played dumb.
"So," I asked. "Who gets this special option?"
Jen laughed, but didn't stop what she was doing.
She answered with "Very few people... I'm actually making this up as I go. The lesson in this is to show you that as a masseuse you hold a lot of power over the clients. Just as you can distract them from the effects of blood flow, you can also be the cause of the increase."
Now I was truly lost. I had no idea where this would finish. I figured the best course of action was the truth.
"So I understand that, but isn't this," I said, pointing toward her hands so close to my now very obvious hard on, "an abuse of power?"
Jen laughed once again and said "Yes, perhaps it is." Then she slapped my thigh, not too hard, but hard enough to signal that the massage was over. She added "There's Kleenex in the cupboard, and you can use my lotions... just clean up after yourself." She saw the look of disbelief on my face then said, as she always did, "And take your time getting off", she paused, gave me a smile and continued "of the table." And with that she turned and left the room.
I'd like to say that I didn't succumb to her suggestion, or, if I did, that I took my time and built to a glorious climax, but neither would be true. I didn't hesitate. I removed the towel that was barely covering me, reached over for the bottle of massage oil, and put a couple of drops on my very full, very hard cock. I was so worked up that it only took a couple of strokes before I could feel that I was near. I laid back on the table, gave myself a couple more pumps and shot off onto my belly.
After I caught my breath I got up and cleaned up my mess, got dressed, and went out to join Jen in the kitchen.
"Well, that didn't take long!" she said, as she handed me a glass of water. "Drink plenty of water to replenish your fluids!"
