After my afternoon experience, I could not sleep. My mind kept replaying the afternoon events and how my body was stimulated by my hands on my mom's soft warm flesh and how she reacted to my touch. I felt a sense of power to provide pleasure in my fingers. Even now, thinking about the pleasure of my oiled hands against her soft flesh, caused my cock to go rigid. I picked up my laptop and googled massage. I wanted to know and learn everything about massage. So for the next couple of weeks I researched massage and different techniques. I watched hundreds of you tube videos, of a therapeutic, sensual and erotic nature. I watched women with men, men with women and yes some men with men to make sure I covered all bases. Some of the vids were so hot, I could not help jerk while watching them. Massage had got me totally aroused. I even watched some lesbian porn, because if I had to satisfy a woman, I wanted to know how to use my hands, my fingers, my lips and my tongue.
I studied Swedish, Californian, Shiatsu, Thai Yoga, Body Slide Thai and Tantra. I was a walking encyclopedia of massage knowledge but yet had no practical experience. Every night before sleep I would run a massage routine through my head. Which technique to use and what body part. How to move from therapeutic to sensual. How to tease and release and tease again. And finally how to bring my massage partner to a final orgasmic release.
I felt ready to call Masso Joe. Picking up the phone one late afternoon, I placed a call to Joe.
"Hey Joe, this is Jay, I assisted you with my mother's massage if you remember."
"Remember", he laughed, "it was one of my greatest experiences. I never thought we could pull it off. Did you ever discuss it with your mother?"
"Right now it is still our little secret. But Joe: after that afternoon, I became consumed with massage. I have done extensive reading and watched all sorts of videos. I was wondering if you could give me some training, and if I could practice some techniques on you?"
I hear hesitation in his voice, but finally he said, "Sure. Can you come by my studio later this evening around 7?"
I was so excited during supper I gobbled my food down and packed a bag and advised that I would be going to the library for a couple of hours to study. Mom kissed me on my cheek and went to do the dishes.
I arrived at Joe's Spa early, but fortunately he was free. Looking me over he said. "So how old are you kid?"
To which I replied, "My name is Jay and old enough to know what I want."
Surprised by my confidence, he backed off his attitude and started to speak to me in an adult manner. "So Jay what intrigues you about massage?"
"I am not really sure why, but I have always been a touchy feely kind of guy. I enjoy the human contact. But more importantly I enjoy providing pleasure to others. To know I can bring people along a path to pleasure...ecstasy is a real turn on for me."
"You know that I have studied hundreds of hours to learn massage."
To which I replied, "I had studied hundreds of hours of reading and you tube. I know it is not the same but I am truly serious about this."
Joe gets up and throws me a towel. "Go shower in the back room and join me in room 2."
The shower was clean and proper filled with soap. I scrubbed my body down, not exactly knowing what to expect, paying particular attention to cleaning my cock and ass. Wiping myself dry I wrapped the towel around my waist.
Joe was waiting in room two, the lights dimmed and music playing in the background.
"Throw your towel to the side and sit on the table. You seem nervous" he said, "So what I try to do is immediately calm my partner down by placing their hand on my chest and my hand to their chest and breathe together to a certain rhythm."
Taking my hand to his chest and feeling his against mine, he told me to close my eyes and follow his breathing. At first I was out of sync with him, going at twice his pace, but slowly I relaxed and our breaths flowed in unison.
"Very good" he said "Now lie down on your stomach" as he draped the lower half of my body with a towel. "Firstly you must warm your hands and the oil in your hands before placing them on your partner."
I lay there drinking in all he had to say. His hands artfully flowed over my upper back and neck, even indicating where I had stiffness in my right shoulder. He was using various techniques, of pressing, effleurage and tapping, all of which I had read about but never experienced. His hands were strong and pressed my body into the cushioned mattress of the table. I felt the towel being lifted from my butt and Joe's hands and forearms massaging and manipulating my ass cheeks. I felt his hand slide between my legs and jerked in response to his touch. No one had ever touched me like that, but it was very arousing. He continued for a bit and then moved to my calves and legs. His technique was similar to what I saw him doing to mom and with each stroke of his hand it moved farther up my thigh. He separated my legs apart and now focused on playing with my little ass bud with his thumbs. I squirmed with his touch, but in a pleasurable way, knowing that my cock was rock hard under me. I felt his hand slide under my pelvic and instinctively lifted my butt to give him access to stroke my cock with his oily fingers. Fuck it felt so good that I wanted him to continue. But he slowly moved away and focused back to my calves and thighs.
I felt a slap on my butt and as Joe said, "It's my turn now" as I watched him undress.
