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. He massaged my legs with 5 distinctly different techniques, all naturally following on from one another.
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. 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. I will count and apply each blow on the count of 3. Has anyone ever complained about being slapped?' I will slap your right buttock, then your left, then your right, left, right and left.' 'About the same as when you clap your hands. I was already becoming aroused by his normal massage but this technique sounded intriguing. 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. 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. The time passed for me to object, and I began to wonder what I was in for.
The most surprising part of it was that I began to get an erection. No one had ever seen me there before, let alone touched me. I was shocked and embarrassed that he would touch me there. He used his fingers to smear the massage oil over my anus and perineum. 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. 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. In a light dream state, I could feel warm drops of viscous liquid on my shoulders, back and buttocks. I relaxed to the music and started to doze. 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 felt slightly awkward lying naked on a massage table waiting for him to finish his preparations and start massaging me. I heard him wipe his hands on a towelling flannel, then rub his hands together to warm them. Music was playing with a relaxing beat with sounds of insects and birds from the forest in the background. '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'. 'I want the best I can have so nude it is. I took down my underpants and left them with my clothes. You get a better massage naked, but either way is OK.' He gave me a quizzical look when he noticed I was still wearing underwear. When he returned I approached the massage table in my jocks. He left the room and I removed my clothes. 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 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.
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I asked him, 'What does a full body massage involve?'
He asked, 'Would you like a back massage or a full body?' I would need to remove my clothes and I could leave them on a piece of furniture he called a valet. He told me the massage would take place on his massage table. On arrival, he showed me to his rooms and I asked 'What should I do?' I decided to walk the 2 kilometres to try and loosen the stiffness in my back. I called him and he gave me directions to reach his studio. I opened the phone book, looked up massage therapists and found the nearest to be a practitioner in the next suburb. 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 went inside and sat down for a few minutes. I stood up to my full height and bent either side and felt OK until I leant backwards, or at least attempted to. 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.