After bending over the garden pulling out weeds and tidying up for a few hours on Sunday afternoon, I was reaching for a rake and my back objected strongly. I stood up to my full height and bent either side and felt OK until I leant backwards, or at least attempted to.
I went inside and sat down for a few minutes. I usually enjoy food health and was trying to find a way of getting relief for mild muscle soreness before it became a serious problem. I opened the phone book, looked up massage therapists and found the nearest to be a practitioner in the next suburb. I called him and he gave me directions to reach his studio. I decided to walk the 2 kilometres to try and loosen the stiffness in my back.
On arrival, he showed me to his rooms and I asked 'What should I do?'
He told me the massage would take place on his massage table. I would need to remove my clothes and I could leave them on a piece of furniture he called a valet.
He asked, 'Would you like a back massage or a full body?'
I asked him, 'What does a full body massage involve?'
He said 'We begin with a massage on your back, your legs including your buttocks, Then you roll over and we repeat the same on your front including your feet.
There were a lot of questions in my mind but I decided not to ask any more and just let the massage take its course.
He left the room and I removed my clothes. When he returned I approached the massage table in my jocks. He gave me a quizzical look when he noticed I was still wearing underwear.
I asked 'Should I leave these on?'
'Sure. You can if you'd prefer. You get a better massage naked, but either way is OK.'
I took down my underpants and left them with my clothes.
'I want the best I can have so nude it is. What do you want me to do?'
'Lie face down on the table and put your arms by your side, face over the face hole or on your side, whichever you'd prefer'.
Music was playing with a relaxing beat with sounds of insects and birds from the forest in the background.
I heard him wipe his hands on a towelling flannel, then rub his hands together to warm them. I felt slightly awkward lying naked on a massage table waiting for him to finish his preparations and start massaging me. I was more self-conscious while he was pre-occupied with his own process than when he began rubbing my body with his hands.
I relaxed to the music and started to doze. In a light dream state, I could feel warm drops of viscous liquid on my shoulders, back and buttocks. Standing at my head, and using both hands he smeared the oil across my shoulder blades, down to the small of my back, up along my sides, then back to my shoulders.
Next he repeated but reached further down my back to my buttocks, which he spread wide as he smeared oil more comprehensively, around and between the cheeks of my arse. He used his fingers to smear the massage oil over my anus and perineum. I was shocked and embarrassed that he would touch me there. No one had ever seen me there before, let alone touched me. The most surprising part of it was that I began to get an erection. Was I getting aroused?
The time passed for me to object, and I began to wonder what I was in for. He began massaging my back and some of the moves he did had a wonderful effect on the mild pain I was feeling after working in my garden.
He explained a technique he had developed from a cupped hands tapping method where he gave 3 hard slaps on each buttock, then massaged the legs and returned to the buttocks once the sting had ceased. I was already becoming aroused by his normal massage but this technique sounded intriguing.
I asked 'How hard are the slaps?'
'About the same as when you clap your hands. I will slap your right buttock, then your left, then your right, left, right and left.'
'Umm. I don't know. Has anyone ever complained about being slapped?'
'Never. People like the overall experience. I will count and apply each blow on the count of 3. Are you ready?'
'I think so.'
On the count of 3, he stung my right buttock with a loud slap, then walked around the end of the table and counted 3 and stung me over again when he slapped my left buttock. He continued to do this 4 more times and my arse was stinging, but a few moments later, I could feel it begin to flush deeply giving me a tingling sensation that was completely sensual.
He massaged my legs with 5 distinctly different techniques, all naturally following on from one another. There was a light but staccato rhythm hitting with the edge of his hands, light tapping with cupped hands, sharp pinching of my skin followed by firm strokes, but getting lighter until I could hardly feel his fingertips gliding across my buzzing skin. I felt my skin tighten up and began to get goose bumps as the sensation of his hands on me made my skin begin to tingle.
My excitement was gradually rising to such a level of intensity that my back pain, the reason I had decided to get a massage in the first place, was all but forgotten about.
He changed position and dripped a liberal amount of massage oil on my legs. As he worked on the back of my legs he placed my feet into two recesses in the table and started winding that end of the table which was designed to separate the legs of the client. This allowed him to massage both legs from a position standing between the client's legs.
Another hydraulic adjustment gradually bent the table so that my arse was at the highest point, my upper body tilted downwards. I felt vulnerable and very exposed, but he remained matter of fact and continued his work diligently.
Working on the outside of both legs he treated me from ankles to my hips. Next, he massaged to the inside of my legs up along my thighs, stopping as he touched the pubic hair growing on my balls.
