Trusting Massage
It was totally good. 0% sexual energy.
The guy was tall and deaf, so we had to communicate by writing on an iPhone.
I went first and was naked under a towel. I didn't notice until the end, but he just had a towel around his waist. He gave me the best massage I've ever had! On my front, he folded my arm up behind my back and massaged my triceps. I don't recall ever having had them massaged before! When doing my legs (on my front), he folded my leg up so my foot was against my other knee, and then he massaged my inner thigh. I didn't think it was sore until he rubbed it. He was very respectful about my penis. It flopped out from under the towel once, and he tucked it back in by using the towel. By far at least twice as good as I've ever had! He massaged everything including my chest and abs! He rubbed each of my 6-pack muscles, which I hadn't realised were sore.
I massaged him also in towel. It was a really privilege to have full access to a man's body. It was VERY trusting of him. On his back I massaged his back, shoulders, arms, hands, neck, butt, legs, feet. I copied what he did with my arm and leg. It was a real privilege to be allowed to massage a man's inner leg. He had the leg pit and I rubbed his tight inner thigh muscle right up near his balls. I too used the towel to push his penis away so I could get full access to his leg. He didn't seem to get aroused. It was just so affirming to be given access to his body.
In my body, I felt a feeling of lightness, the under part of my rib cage pushing up, like my lungs were being filled with air from within. The opposite of a heaviness.
At the end he said I was tense, and was I worried about something. I said it was my first time, and that I had other things to worry about too.
He didn't want a shower, and just got dressed and left.
Comments
Post a Comment