Gerry_wullie
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- Jan 2, 2008
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About ten years ago, when my wife and I first started to winter in Palm Springs, I had the occasion to require a massage... I have quite a dicey lower back, having played much hockey (yes, I'm Canadian) and four-wall handball in my youth. I had been golfing quite regularly during the first month or so of our winter sojourn, and the back pain started flaring up. A friend whom I'd made shortly after arriving in the desert suggested a masseur to me... I phoned and arranged a time for massage... my friend (whose cock and mouth had become quite well-known to me) had told me that the masseur, an Asian gentleman, had quite an attraction to older, heavy-set Caucasian men such as me. When I arrived at his in-home massage studio, he asked a series of questions about my situation and need for massage, then left the room as I stripped naked and lay upon the massage table.
He returned shortly, and laid a towel across my naked ass, then placed a steaming ewer of hot water laced with the essence of eucalyptus beneath the hole in which my face rested. He began the massage, being far more gentle than had the masseurs back home whom I'd visited for my back ailments... when I mentioned this, he said that it was his method to be far more gentle with older men than with younger, suggesting that too vigorous a massage might in fact be counter-productive... He began with my fingers, hands, wrists and arms... then my shoulders and upper back, before moving on to the painful area of my lower back.
I must admit that his theory about gentle massage was paying dividends for me, as the pain slowly began to ebb away, and a kind of voluptuous, lethargic sleepiness overtook me... as he worked his thumbs into the tight muscles surrounding the lower spine, I simply drifted off into a state of semi-consciousness, half-asleep... although I was aware of his moving the towel aside and beginning to press his thumbs into the tight glutes, I was impressed only by how wonderful his hands felt... I did feel his thumbs pressing my asscheeks apart, and felt his fingers pressing into the taut muscles surrounding my tight rosebud, my reaction was simply languid and relaxed... until I suddenly felt the wet supple heat of his tongue-tip teasing my puckered asshole.
Suffice it to say, I was no longer half-asleep.
Have others experienced this magical kind of massage?
He returned shortly, and laid a towel across my naked ass, then placed a steaming ewer of hot water laced with the essence of eucalyptus beneath the hole in which my face rested. He began the massage, being far more gentle than had the masseurs back home whom I'd visited for my back ailments... when I mentioned this, he said that it was his method to be far more gentle with older men than with younger, suggesting that too vigorous a massage might in fact be counter-productive... He began with my fingers, hands, wrists and arms... then my shoulders and upper back, before moving on to the painful area of my lower back.
I must admit that his theory about gentle massage was paying dividends for me, as the pain slowly began to ebb away, and a kind of voluptuous, lethargic sleepiness overtook me... as he worked his thumbs into the tight muscles surrounding the lower spine, I simply drifted off into a state of semi-consciousness, half-asleep... although I was aware of his moving the towel aside and beginning to press his thumbs into the tight glutes, I was impressed only by how wonderful his hands felt... I did feel his thumbs pressing my asscheeks apart, and felt his fingers pressing into the taut muscles surrounding my tight rosebud, my reaction was simply languid and relaxed... until I suddenly felt the wet supple heat of his tongue-tip teasing my puckered asshole.
Suffice it to say, I was no longer half-asleep.
Have others experienced this magical kind of massage?
