Outback Jack's Journey

  Today I was just sitting at my computer working when I looked down and saw a drop of blood on my shirt and splash marks on my desk. I get a tissue and apply pressure to my nose, get a cold drink, and lay down to rest. I feel weak and vulnerable like I'm a 6 year old boy. I picture myself in the primary school playground playing with other boys, but I've bumped my head and my nose is bleeding. I hold my nose and walk towards the school buildings where I'll go to the sick bay. I've been there a lot with a bleeding nose. My nose would bleed if I got hot.  If it got bumped. I couldn't be a "rough and tumble boy". I couldn't do team sports. It would bleed if I exercised. So I couldn't do anything energetic. I couldn't become athletic.  This story links with "Mum, am I going to die?"

If you're going to shame me for arranging a massage with a stranger, then please stop reading now. It was a massage we'd arranged thru MassageExchange.com. My profile says "No sex" twice. Before I met him that time I had also texted, "No sex." We met for a massage exchange about two weeks ago and that was a good experience.  However this time, he got more sensual with me than before. I had three sore points on my body I asked him to massage, and he massage two of those areas. This time he was clearly not focussing on my body, but getting off on me, and trying to arouse me. I did get aroused, but not for long. He grabbed me at one point, but I said, "No touching. Thanks" and he let go. I ended up  straddling his chest  with my penis near his mouth, and he offered to blow me, but I said "No thanks."  He gave me a body glide or two, which got me briefly aroused. I did the same and he groaned in ecstasy.  He called out what he thought was ...