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MassageOilDinner with Stephen – continued

Too long ago I received long and descriptive accounts of the experiences of a man who had been able to explore his sexuality with the help of a new-found neighbor. He met his neighbor, Stephen, when he had recently moved into an apartment in the Toronto area.

I posted the accounts on this site some time ago. After posting he sent me descriptions of further encounters which I set aside for later inclusion. Although much delayed, and after a recent reminder, I have finally managed to return to what has been sitting in my inbox for a long time.

If you’ve missed the previous posts and contexts, they appear later in this site. In the meantime here’s the much delayed continuation. The account is long. The original was even longer!! I’ve ended this description approx. at the halfway point. He describes his meeting and the massage evening with Stephen’s male colleague, Jeffery, and female assistant, Julia.

Later – to be posted soon – he describes the massage experience and some of the Tantric energies and practices that combined with it. His descriptions are fun to read and it does remind that there are so many exciting and healthful benefits to the many and varied aspects of Tantric practice.

Here’s the account of the first part of his evening.

 

tangledPreviously:

‘……………She said this felt good and from my view I watched Stephen’s cock and balls as he stood above us. The shampoo ended and Stephen slid back into the tub and Susan slid under the water, turning it soapy with the shampoo. Both Stephen and I could feel her sliding around between us and then she reappeared.

And there we sat, chest deep in soapy water.

We sat in this liquid silence for what seemed an eternity. But this wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a silence of perfect communication. There seemed to be a feeling of complete connectedness and of a trust only possible through the common physical experiences that we’d risked throughout the evening.

We stayed on into the early hours, enjoying our newly discovered comfort.

The time did end, of course, and reluctantly I dragged myself down the hallway to my own apartment. But the connections that we’d made were particularly strong and we all knew that this was not to be a ‘one night stand’.

This would not be our only encounter”………….’

close-breastsMy visits with Stephen had been nothing, if not intense. From his welcoming visit when I first moved in to the dinner down the hallway at his apartment, we had shared the most intimate of times even though we were initially strangers to each other.

After the dinner, where I was unexpectedly introduced to his friend, Susan, there was no longer any way that we could be described as ‘strangers’. I had experienced the most erotic and personal encounter of my life and could live happily ever after just on the memory, alone.

As Stephen and Susan had implied, the dinner experience was not to be a ‘one night stand’.

After that dinner, the next day as I left for work, I slipped a note of thanks under Stephen’s door, inviting him and Susan to dinner at my place in the near future.

I didn’t have to wait long for a reply. When I returned from work that evening I discovered a note from Stephen saying that he would love to visit. He said that Susan had called him to say that she’d had a wonderful time with both of us and looked forward to meeting up again when she returned from a month long business trip. So the next visit with Stephen would not include Susan, it seemed.

I called Stephen on his cell later that evening and invited him over at the weekend. The energy of the dinner encounter was still burning in me and I didn’t want to let too much time pass. To my relief Stephen said that he was free on the Saturday. He said he hoped that I wouldn’t mind but he had a couple of friends who would love to join us if I didn’t mind adding to the invite. He would explain more on Saturday and not to do anything elaborate for food. Just snacks and drinks would be fine. So we were set.

I cleaned up the living room and laid out a selection of snacks and bottles and at around 5.00 p.m. on Saturday Stephen knocked on my door. It had only been a week since I’d seen him and despite the fact that we’d enjoyed a seeming lifetime of intimacy in the very few weeks since we first met, I still felt a little nervous in his company. Maybe it was his self confidence or his knowing smile. I felt supremely comfortable in his company and also more than a little willing to follow wherever he led me. In other words my feelings were pleasantly mixed.

Anyway he entered as soon as I opened the door and gave me a lingering hug. Kicking off his shoes, he apologized for not bringing a gift and said that he assumed I would have as much as we needed and he hadn’t wanted to go to the store. I found myself thanking him for thinking of not buying anything. We noticed the absurdity of my thanks for nothing at the same time and that connection once again broke the ice.

We made our way into the living room and sat together on the couch.

discoveryA big part of our connection initially had been our shared interest in communal nudity and it had been my disclosure of my battles with self consciousness that had initially connected us. On Stephen’s first visit I’d shown him my rather unique personal tattoos and we’d moved ahead from there.

In anticipation of this evening I’d been thinking how to respect and continue our shared interest without seeming too forward. I was anticipating hearing about the guests he’d invited and thought I should wait for Stephen’s guidance before approaching the subject of whether we would be dining nude. At the same time I wanted to show him that I had been working on improving my personal comfort level with my tendency for self consciousness.

My compromise was to wear some old jeans – clean but ragged – and a casual shirt which was missing a few buttons. I hadn’t bothered with underwear or socks. I thought the appearance casual and appropriate, reflecting a willingness to show something of myself without being coy or entirely undressed.

Stephen was wearing a sports shirt and slacks. He’d removed his sneakers at the door and, as ever, hadn’t bothered with socks. Otherwise he certainly looked more smartly dressed and covered than me.

He put my mind at rest, joking and congratulating me on my open shirt and revealing rips on my jeans. The rips weren’t too strategic and one tear had expanded, during the wash cycle, around the top of my thigh, which would have revealed my underwear, had I been wearing any. I realized that in certain positions I would be quite exposed, particularly if aroused. This thought immediately created a condition of arousal!! And I shifted on the couch, for some reason seeking to hide my erection from Stephen. He saw my discomfort and commented with a smile, that he thought we could admit to being mutual voyeurs and exhibitionists by now. Of course I couldn’t disagree and adjusted my position to something more comfortable, albeit more revealing.

As we munched on cheese and chips Stephen told me about his guests, due to arrive later. Stephen works at a local hotel. He is friendly with the spa manage, Jeffery, it turned out. One of the perks of Stephen’s job is a membership of the gym, use of the spa and pool and the occasional massage when time permits.

He said that while spa massage etiquette is very strict – Jeffery is a professional personal trainer and masseur – in his off-duty time he likes to experiment with more ‘inventive or complete’ techniques. Stephen said also that Jeffery was training a new therapist – Julia. Jeffery wanted an opportunity to share with Julia some techniques and approaches that normally weren’t part of the spa’s menu.

Stephen had told Jeffery something of our shared interest in social nudity and suggested that Jeffery bring over his portable massage table to my place one evening and offer some ‘off the clock’ massage training to Julia. In exchange for my hospitality I would get a massage and meet some new friends. That was Stephen’s idea and he thought it unlikely that I would object. He said Jeffery would fill in more detail later. Was I OK with this?

I said that I sounded fine with me. If there was any problem we’d be able to discuss it with Jeffery later.

Stephen said that we could make room for the table set up before they arrived so we moved the coffee table and chairs so that there was room for the massage table to be set up.

chest-soakShortly after moving the furniture Jeffery and Julia buzzed the entrance intercom and made their way up to my apartment. I opened the front door and Stephen stepped into the hallway to direct them to my suite. Jeffery was carrying his folded table – looked like a large suitcase followed by Julia carrying a sports bag.

We showed them into the apartment and through to the living room and made the introductions. Jeffery was very much a ‘people person’. Quite athletic in appearance. Not tall. Late thirties. Blond hair and a comfortable face. He was wearing a blue tracksuit outfit with the logo of the hotel. Julia was possibly in her mid twenties. Brown long hair and also seemingly quite athletic. Also wearing the hotel tracksuit.

I invited them to sit down and then realized we’d moved all the furniture. So we moved the chairs and table back and laid out the snacks again, explaining that we wanted to make room for the massage table. This all broke the ice and we got to talking.

Jeffery repeated what Stephen had described, but in more detail. He said that while he enjoyed his job at the spa, where he’d been for some years, there were aspects of policy that didn’t always match with client expectations. In Julia’s training he wanted to show her how to comfortably deal with non-policy situations and what to expect etc. He’d be more specific, later. He also said that he shared Stephen’s interest in social nudity and shared sensual experience, and he understood that I also shared that interest. I said that he was correct and that Stephen had done much to improve my comfort levels in the short time that we’d known each other.

He invited Julia’s thoughts after his brief introduction. She said that she’d worked as a gym manager in another city. She’d left the position after wanting a significant change of scene and city. I suspected it might have something to do with a personal relationship situation and of course we didn’t want to ask for further explanation. She said that she was enjoying her time with the hotel and that she had found much in common with Jeffery’s outlook. She said that she also shared our comfort with social nudity and was very comfortable with all expressions of sexuality and orientation. She was looking forward to the evening and thanked me for inviting everybody.

Jeffery went on to say that his plan was to set up the table and if I was agreeable they would use me as a massage model so that he could demonstrate to Julia some of the techniques that he couldn’t present at the spa but that would be useful to her in her career. Also he said that he enjoyed practicing some techniques that weren’t available at the spa. The massage and touch could be more intimate and complete at times and he hoped that was OK with me.

I reassured him that it sounded fine and Stephen joked that I owed him something, now. Jeffery said that we would likely switch at some point so that Stephen could enjoy some table time as well.

All this sounded good and Jeffery suggested that we set up the table so we moved the furniture yet again. The table easily unfolded and Julia produced some sheets and oils etc. from her sports bag. Soon we were all set.

helping-handNow I began to feel the familiar nerves at the prospect of getting naked around others. I’d experienced the same thing when Stephen had first visited and then again initially at the dinner. Of course I’d become comfortable quite quickly but still I had to tell myself again that this wasn’t the time to be too self conscious.

Stephen quickly spotted my hesitation and immediately blew my cover. He joked that he’d discovered that I was a ‘slow starter’ when it came to undressing.

Before I could admit or deny, Jeffery said that it was entirely OK if I’d like them to use a sheet to cover me. They could just expose the parts that they were massaging. I quickly said that wouldn’t be necessary and I was inwardly kicking myself for falling again into the same hesitations.

Of course Stephen was enjoying his usual mischievous sense of humor and Jeffery saw that. I guess he’d learned Stephen’s personality in the course of their work at the hotel.

So Jeffery rescued me, asking if he and Julia could get ready now to begin the massage. I said that I was ready whenever they were. Jeffery said  that given our common interest and comfort with social nudity he’d be quite comfortable leading the massage naked if that was something we could all enjoy. I began to feel that I had unintentionally raised a non-existent issue and took the opportunity to say that I thought that would be a great idea.

With that Jeffery unzipped his tracksuit top, took it off and removed the singlet that he was wearing underneath. He was a good looking guy by any standard. Not overly developed but in good shape, reflecting his occupation. He bent down to remove his socks – he’d removed his sneakers when he arrived – and stepped out of his track suit pants. All that remained were his briefs and as he stood there I realized these weren’t the usual jockeys but were actually closer to female panties.

I didn’t get the impression this was a surprise to Stephen or Julia but clearly my gaze lingered longer than theirs. Jeffery was completely unfazed and said that he had always enjoyed the experience of some elements of cross dressing. He said it was his little harmless secret. That Stephen had told him of my tattoos which might be an equivalent sort of secret. That he was looking forward to seeing them for himself.

The panties barely contained his genitals and the outline of his cock showed that he was quite aroused.

Without much further delay he took off the panties revealing his fully erect cock. I always experience an incredible energy surge in these situations and this was no different. Jeffery looked like everybody’s dream for a personal trainer. His body was lean and smooth and his shaved genital region made his arousal looked so inviting. My own erection seemed to be struggling to fight its way out via the rip in my jeans.

shadowOf course Jeffery saw the effect he was having and said that he’d been looking forward to this evening and he hoped that it was OK to share this energy as openly as Stephen had suggested we could. As usual I burbled something about also looking forward to enjoying the time.  Jeffery said that he always wished the hotel spa would allow nudity in its facility but the rules were very strict.

He said that in massage situations and in the sauna people often became aroused and it was often tempting to assist them to enjoy the sexual energy. However, while never making them feel awkward he said that he used techniques to try to help them refocus. He wanted to show Julia some of these techniques so that she would be able to always be comfortable helping guests stay within the hotel spa rules. That was another reason why this evening would be interesting.

As he spoke his erection subsided but the charged energy in the room certainly remained.

Stephen and Julia had remained quiet during Jeffery’s undressing and comments. When he ended he turned to Julia and invited her thoughts pointing out to Stephen and me that they had been enjoying a good working relationship now, for a few months and had shared plenty of personal secrets including his cross dressing secret. He said that actually Julia had lent him the panties for tonight.

Julia nodded and joked that it seemed like he wouldn’t be needing them again at the moment. She said that this was also an exciting evening for her. Jeffery had described some of the ways that she could handle massage spa clients who were hoping for touch that the hotel didn’t permit. She said that it was quite a common situation and that there were ways to work around the issue while keeping the client friendly and wanting to return. She thanked me for volunteering to be a subject that she could practice on and she thanked Jeffery for being an understanding, if unconventional boss. She added that it was even more fun to be able to enjoy the practice, naked. With that she unzipped and discarded the tracksuit top revealing a black sports bra. As Jeffery had, she’d taken off her sneakers at the door so only had to remove her socks and drop the tracksuit pants. She looked a model of fitness, the sports bra matching the black bikini panties that she was wearing.

Again I was struggling to contain myself. Jeffery’s naked form was sufficiently stimulating, of course, and I could certainly experience the additional energy that Julia was contributing. Quickly enough Julia unhooked her bra and slipped off the briefs. Now naked, she was a great match for Jeffery. Clearly they were a credit to any sports spa. Julia was as well toned as Jeffery. Her breasts didn’t really need the support of any bra. I’d told Stephen previously that I’ve always had a fascination with breasts, both male and female and I noticed him smiling at me as Julia revealed herself. Julia’s breasts and nipples seemed like magnets to my eyes at the time.

Her entire body was perfectly proportioned and on the petite side. Like Jeffery – and Stephen and me, actually – her pubic area was shaved. I noticed that her labia were particularly visible and the energy seemed to say that she was very comfortable and happy with her body.

So that completed the disrobing of my guests and Stephen, who had remained uncharacteristically quiet, observed that maybe we were being a little slow in getting naked. That he had told Jeffery and Julia about my tattoos and he was sure they wanted to see them. Julia echoed this and said now was my time to ‘reveal all’.

discoveryI was still very much aroused and a little nervous but now was the time and I dropped my jeans and discarded the shirt almost in one movement. My cock popped up immediately and I absorbed the energy of the visual exploration of my now naked form. I was a little conscious that I could easily afford to lose a few pounds, comparing myself to the lean and athletic forms of Jeffery and Julia. The tattoo on my upper thigh was now clearly visible as was the unnamed creature tattooed on my chest, who spent his life gazing at my nipple.

 It was Julia who spoke, saying that she was looking forward to stroking these creatures in the massage. She looked at my erect penis. I knew that I was leaking at the tip and Julia wasn’t shy in noticing and commenting. She said that it was always gratifying to see evidence of appreciation. ‘Keep it up’ she said with a smile.

Stephen told her that she should look on my reverse side – the picture tattoo on my butt cheek. She and Jeffery moved behind me to take a look. Jeffery said that this had to be a uniquely artistic creation.

My erection was still maintaining as they came back to face me and I saw Stephen undressing behind them. As ever he looked a picture of comfort, his own arousal clear for us all to appreciate.

I was reminded a little of the energy that I’d experienced at dinner the previous week at Stephen’s when Susan had been with us. Julia’s energy seemed not unlike Susan’s although Susan is very much a ladies lady.

It also reminded me that since meeting Stephen I had been unbelievably fortunate in becoming part of a social lifestyle that enabled me to spend time with wonderful people who enjoyed being naked and open about their sexuality.

stimulateJeffery said it was now time to ‘get to work’ and that I should get onto the table. I climbed on, face down, adjusting my still erect cock between the table and my belly. I could feel the leaked pre-cum against my skin and tried to distract myself to avoid any premature ejaculation. It wasn’t going to be easy and I realized that Jeffery’s purpose was very much to assist Julia in learning techniques that would assist with these energies. I began to feel that I was also going to gain much benefit from Jeffery’s instruction to Julia. 

To be continued……………..

                               

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Dinner with Stephen – Part 2

Here is the 2nd part of the encounter that my client sent to me. I’ve changed all the names and edited out much of the detail that he included in his description. Still the report contains much detail and is lengthy. I hope he feels it still makes sense and reflects what he sent to me. It is my client describing his experience – it’s not my personal experience. Nevertheless, although not directly Tantra and Massage related, to the extent that Tantra is about the experiential heightening of awareness, this description seems to fit what is often possible when like minded people meet.

Dinner with Stephen – Part 2

“…..I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me and then I thought maybe I shouldn’t use the towel as cover since he’d been naked for the past hour and he’d hidden nothing from me, so there wasn’t anything I should hide from him. So I just walked through to the living room, naked.

Stephen was there, dressed in jeans and a T shirt with his friend!

A female also dressed in jeans and a shirt.

I just didn’t know what to do. I apologized and tried to cover myself with my hand. I said I’d get a towel, and both of them laughed and said that there was no problem and that they wanted to see my face and that it was a friendly joke and they hoped I wouldn’t be offended. Stephen said that he wanted to show his friend, Susan, my tattoos and this seemed to be a fun way of doing so.

Before I could think of whether to apologize again, be angry or run away, Stephen, with an apologetic tone, asked me to stay as I was and to sit down. He introduced me to Susan and said they’d known each other for a few years. At the time that they’d met, Susan had a regular girlfriend and was currently between relationships, always with females. He told me that Susan was an artist with a visual appreciation for male and female forms.

Seemingly Stephen had told her about my tattoos and she wanted to see them for herself. Stephen told me when he visited me that he is gay and so, he told me, is Susan. As if to make things clearer he said that we all seemed to have something in common – that we all liked to be nude and looking at naked people. They hoped I didn’t mind. I said that I didn’t and the strange thing was that although I was the only one among us who was naked I really wasn’t conscious of it. I actually began to feel relaxed and at the same time excited.

Susan said that she would serve the meal and Stephen said it could wait a little and described to Susan that he’d given me a bath as an excuse to get me undressed and that he’d opened the door naked etc.

Susan said this was just another example of Stephen’s strange approach to things but that it was all good natured and she said she approved if I did. Then Stephen said that he wanted Susan to look more closely at the texture of the tattoos and would I mind if Susan felt the ink on the skin, very lightly, as he had done. I said that would be OK and she came over and touched the beaver as Stephen had done, to feel the tattoo.

She was very careful and thanked me for allowing her this inspection. Then Stephen asked if I’d mind giving her a reverse view so that she could see the Mona Lisa tattoo. Susan really seemed more interested in the artwork than anything else so I stood up and turned round so she could see the picture, and of course, my rear end.

Then Stephen asked me to kneel, resting my arms on the chair, so that they could see how far the drawing went into the crack between my buttocks. The curiosity seemed to be how far a tattoo could be drawn into this region. Actually it’s drawn quite far. I was by now rather enjoying following their requests and complied without comment or much hesitation. Kneeling in this way exposed most of the secrets of my ass, although I wasn’t really too conscious of this. This prompted Stephen to joke that he’d seen, or rather felt, that part before during the bath. I was about to get up again when Susan asked me to stay kneeling on all fours because she said that one day she would like to paint or draw this view.

She said she had a thing about this part of the body. That it was so sensitive and also so hidden and that she found it beautiful.

Either she or Stephen laughingly tickled between my legs and recognizing the cue I quickly stood up, now rather aroused, and Stephen handed my jeans and sweater which, with mixed feelings, I quickly put on.

Susan disappeared into the kitchen to get the food.

Dinner was quite simple. A roast chicken, rice and veg. with some more wine. Susan commented that now we were all properly dressed! She was very casual with jeans and a loose fitting feminine shirt. She is around 5’4″, slim build and I guess what is described as boyish figure. Blond hair, like Stephen, and I think she might be late 20s.

By now the light was fading and the dining area was quite dim, but we could see each other clearly. Susan asked me more about how I came to get the tattoos and we talked about that and art subjects and I completely forgot that both these people had intimately inspected all of my body an hour before. They asked of my life before moving and I talked about the guy I used to visit for massage and interest in things physical and sexual.

I said about my shyness and lack of confidence around body issues, which I stressed I was working on with Tantra etc. Both Stephen and Susan said that it wasn’t an uncommon thing and that some shyness is normal and desirable. They said that they’d been nudists for a long time and that males and females sometimes see these things differently, but when the people are gay or bi that often there are different expectations as well.

Susan said that she liked being around gay men because they would not chase her in the same way that straight men might, and even gay women. She said that she liked the sexuality of the naked body whether it was male or female without having to have sex, necessarily. Stephen said he’d come to understand this as well. To me it all seemed to make perfect sense.

The conversation was very open about these things and they seemed to know more than me about social nudity. They said that I had responded really well when coming into the room from the bathroom and they apologized again for doing it but that Stephen thought it might be a helpful experience for me because I would think about it as something that was fun and safe. I said I felt safe enough and I was surprised at myself for feeling so comfortable after the initial shock.

We finished with some cheese and more wine and then Susan said, with a broad wink, that because we seemed so comfortable together we should go into the living room and talk more about bodies. So we did. Stephen only has one couch so he sat on that, Susan in the armchair and I in the other chair.

I noted that we were all wearing nearly identical jeans. Mine and Stephen’s were average fit and Susan’s quite tight. I said that women can have tighter fitting jeans than men without anything obvious showing. She said that was true but why would I be bothered about showing the outline of my penis. She really didn’t pull any punches, I thought. That I still hadn’t got over things entirely, but she said it with a laugh.

I said I was still a work in progress and anyway she was the only one who hadn’t been seen naked this evening.

Stephen agreed and Susan said that she was looking forward to getting naked but hoped that Stephen and I would also undress because although she liked women in relationships she liked to look at and paint men. She said that she found the male body very interesting, in different ways, from the female body.

Susan then suggested that we should each undress separately and then talk a little personally about ourselves to keep the energy flowing and she would start.

She took off her jeans and her shirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear and didn’t need a bra. She is very slim with petite breasts. She has a small, athletic figure and her genital area is shaved so that everything there can be seen. Her breasts have smallish nipples, noticeably I thought, not unlike Stephen’s.

She did a little wiggle of her hips and sat down in the chair with a smile.

Then she said that she really loved her body and saw nothing wrong with showing it off and also enjoying it. She couldn’t understand anybody who didn’t feel the same.

She looked at Stephen for confirmation and said that she liked to stimulate herself feeling that no-one would be judging her. As an artist she said she liked to feel the energy of the body she was painting or drawing and could get that energy through her own body.

As an example she said that playing with her own nipples caused them to become erect and hard and that she liked the feeling so much that this allowed her to appreciate even more the potential of the bodies of others.

Then she said that each of us had to say something personal that we wouldn’t easily disclose.

She suggested that I be next and Stephen agreed. So I had to stand up and take off my jeans and sweater. I hadn’t bothered to put on my boxers before in the rush after the bathroom thing.

So I’m naked again and a little excited but not completely aroused.

Susan slid the coffee table away with her foot and told me to move to stand in front of her and Stephen so that they could get a better look.

She always said things with a bit of a smile. So I moved toward them, Susan in the chair, naked, and Stephen propped up at the end of the couch dressed. Susan put her foot under my penis and raised it and of course it became erect immediately. Then she said it was that physical movement that fascinated her but that I had to practice enjoying the sensations without ejaculating, and to tell something about myself to them.

I said that this was the very first time I had engaged in anything like this. That I’d got the tattoos for attention and to focus on my body and now I’d got what I deserved! I said this with a laugh.

Stephen said that this was a very brave thing to do and that is why he liked me.

Susan said that she was serious about drawing or painting my butt and asked me to bend over again so she could see it again. I did so and she and Stephen looked at it, I imagine, and said that these things were so beautiful.

She said that I should do as she did if I wanted, and feel free to stimulate myself. I said that Stephen’s foot massage had been really nice and he said he’d do it again.

Then Susan said it was Stephen’s turn and he stood up and undressed. He was wearing briefs which were the last to come off. Although he’d greeted me naked, this time he looked different. This time he was completely aroused and he really looked incredibly attractive to me.

Maybe the wine was affecting my outlook about things. He was used to this game, I imagined, and easily made some comments about himself.  He has an almost perfect body but said that he was always concerned about getting old.

Susan stopped him before he could go further and said that actual age had little to do with the erotic experience. As an artist she found positive energy in bodies and personalities of all ages and appearances. That every individual was a complete, satisfying, package. It wasn’t all about perfect appearance.

But she did allow that Stephen had good skin and muscle tone and then she leaned forward and grabbed his cock and wiped the end of it. She said, with mock seriousness, “Aha, there’s DNA here”. Then she looked at me and said it’s proof he likes you.

Stephen said, “Of course”, and I said thank you. Then Susan said for me to stand up facing Stephen. I did that and she grabbed my cock, which wasn’t completely erect and, with the other hand, pulled me and Stephen together and held our cocks side by side and said that if she bound them together we’d be married.

It was a good joke at the time but then she kept us in position and I could feel the energy of Stephen next to mine and Susan’s warm hand around our cocks. It was the most erotic experience.

Then Susan released her grip and we both sat down, Stephen on the couch and I back in the chair.

The room was silent for a moment and I said that this must be a pregnant pause. We all laughed and Stephen said that he should have put on some music. He found some light background jazz style.

We just sat quietly, sipping the glasses we’d brought from the table and I realized we were all sort of absorbing everything about each other.

For me this was such an unusual setting and the sight of Stephen and Susan was overwhelmingly stimulating for me and I tried to adjust to hide my growing erection.

Susan noticed and reminded that the relaxed idea was to enjoy the moment. That all of us should be able to enjoy. So she told me to put my feet on the table and let them all enjoy my arousal. So I followed instructions and leaned back in the chair with my feet on the table.

My penis was as big as it’s ever been, standing vertical below my belly. I reached down and touched it and then realized if I wasn’t careful I’d ejaculate and I didn’t want to do that so I moved my hands away. I could feel some precum around the tip, or thought I could.

I couldn’t see Stephen or Susan because I’d fallen well back into the chair so I moved up and put my feet back on the floor. Susan said this was exactly how things should be and that she loved to see guys excited.

Stephen had stretched out on the couch, playing with his penis, more expertly than me, leaking and holding off from ejaculation. He was using one hand to stroke his cock and the other to play with one of his nipples. I noticed that he was completely absorbed in himself and taking no notice of either of us.

Susan said this was turning her on and she propped her feet on the table and opened up her legs. From my angle she was hiding nothing and she reached her fingers into herself and seemed to move into a different head space. I just watched, switching my eyes from her to Stephen and back again and feeling my own erection.

I’ve no idea how long this scene lasted but Susan was the first to speak again. Actually she stopped playing with herself without a word, got up, and moved her chair around the table next to mine and propped her feet back on the table. She told me to do the same and that we should play ‘footsie’.

So I pulled the chair closer and put my feet next to hers and we watched each others feet. She moved hers into mine and stroked my toes with hers and around my ankles. I did the same and as she did so she looked over at my cock which was as hard as it’s ever been. Then she reached over and stroked my nipple while playing with my feet.

I started to move my hand to my cock but she took it with her other hand and stretched it across to her own breast. I could feel her nipple and just moved my finger around on it. We played like this for awhile, noticing that Stephen was still in a world of his own.

Then Susan stopped and sat up and said how nice it was just to enjoy bodies without concentrating just on genitals. I said that she’d made a very good point. That the possibilities seemed endless.

Stephen suddenly decided to come back to us, sat up and said that he’d been watching from the corner of his eye and that he was so pleased that we were getting on so well and that we each seemed to be equally turned on. Nobody could have disagreed with him.

He said he’d often wondered exactly what it was about this sort of gathering that was actually the biggest turn on. He said for him, although he liked guys mostly, Susan really added a great deal to the mix.

He also said that he could see why Susan would like to draw me and that he’d like to see my butt again.

Susan said so would she but that the sketch would have to wait for another time but that she’d like to get closer to Stephen and myself – to feel some more energy and would we mind?

Stephen asked her what she wanted to do and she got up and moved her chair and coffee table away from the couch and quickly went into the bathroom and came out with all the towels, which she laid out on the floor. I could see where she was going to I moved my chair out of the way as well. Then she sat down on the towels and asked who would join her. We both moved next to her on the towels.

I was no longer really trying to think of anything. The sensuality of the entire evening had taken over my capacity to think. But Susan was still thinking, fortunately. She took Stephen’s hand and put it on my chest and rubbed it around and pulled him closer to me.

He didn’t need any further encouragement and began to stroke me all over. I just stretched out on the floor as he massaged my torso and legs. Susan joined in and tickled at my balls and opened my legs. I could feel her slender fingers moving around my anus and then Stephen’s in the same area.

Susan was whispering to Stephen not to make me cum. Then they flipped me over and from somewhere I felt something wet around my ass. Maybe it was some warm wine or some oil that I hadn’t seen before.

I’d risen to be on all fours, wanting nothing more than to completely enjoy this exploration. Stephen said this was going to be something fantastic for me. Just enjoy. Then I felt either Stephen’s or Susan’s tongue around my anus.

I realized it must have been Stephen’s tongue because it was Susan speaking. She said Stephen had bathed me so well, and I had such a perfect anus, that nobody could resist enjoying it, and as she spoke I felt Stephen’s tongue inside me.

Susan had slid underneath me and I had rested some of my body weight against her. I could feel her warmth against my lower torso. Stephen’s tongue in my anus was more than I could stand. I ejaculated with the wildest convulsions and just collapsed onto Susan.

Stephen withdrew and lay down beside us. I could feel the warmth and stickiness of my ejaculation on my skin and my body weight on Susan.

I struggled off her body and apologized for covering her in my DNA!  She said that this was exactly what she wanted and expected. That it was a work of art. That the feeling of my ejaculation was highly erotic for her, but that we weren’t finished yet.

My focus had changed a little now but I realized that although I’d ejaculated I was still feeling turned-on but in a quieter way than before.

Stephen was on his back with an erection looking like it would explode at any moment.

Susan told me to grasp his penis and feel how hard it had become but not to make him ejaculate.

I did what she instructed. His erect penis is bigger than mine and I could feel the energy pumping in him. Susan said now to release his cock and then we would both stroke his balls with our tongues.

His testicles were tight, with very little hair and his legs were open as mine had been. I brought my head down to his groin at the same time as Susan, she on one side and I on the other. As we licked Stephen our heads and tongues rubbed and touched and I reached up to Stephen’s chest to find anywhere else on him that would respond.

I could feel myself again responding to his body. Suddenly he came. His ejaculate flowed into my face and hair and in the same way onto Susan. She grabbed his still pumping cock and moved it closer to my face and hers. Stephen was just convulsing and moaning.

We just lay there, exhausted and enjoying the moment. I moved to make my head level with Stephen’s. I could feel the warmth of his cum on my face and in my hair. Susan climbed on top of us and pressed her face into ours, pulling our heads together in a hug. It seemed to me that there could be no better example of human physical contact.

Susan arose and stood over us. She said that she had also experienced an incredible orgasm. It seemed likely. She was covered in sweat and from the ejaculation of both Stephen and myself. I mumbled that she also looked like a work of art.

Again she said that we weren’t yet finished.

Stephen mumbled that we’d better let Susan be the boss!

I wasn’t going to suggest differently and Susan kneeled down beside me and whispered close to my ear, asking how I felt. I said I probably felt the best I’d ever felt in my life.

Stephen was lying on the other side of me and echoed the same comment. It was an extraordinary feeling of sensuality, in the afterglow of this fantastic release, to feel on the one side the energy of Stephen’s body alongside me and on the other side the smooth and more delicate energy of Susan’s body, kneeling next to me.

I turned my head toward her and saw how my ejaculation, and Stephen’s, had combined with her natural sweat, to make the upper parts of her body and face a glowing pallet of human fluid expression.

As I began to notice her breasts I focused on her nipples and was reminded how seemingly similar they were to Stephen’s. I turned my head to him and looked at his chest and at his breasts and then looked back at Susan. “You’ve both got similar size and colour nipples” I offered and Stephen said that he always knew they had something in common.

Susan stroked my belly and moved to play with my limp penis which was slowly beginning to rise to life again. She moved to my chest and rubbed my nipples, saying that both my beaver and giraffe must be the happiest tattoo animals in the world.

Then she reached across my body and stroked at Stephen’s cock which was also beginning to rise again.

Then Susan got up and said that since she was in charge now she wanted to see Stephen and me together so that she could remember some ideas for future sketches. With that she moved away and Stephen moved on top of me and I felt his full weight and warmth and I wrapped my arms around his neck and we just rolled and rubbed on the towels until we seemed to be permanently entwined.

I heard Susan move onto the towels at our feet and gently she took my foot in her hand and massaged each toe and then I think she did the same for Stephen.

Neither I nor Stephen moved as she moved her hands up between our legs. Our genitals were very much crunched together as Stephen lay on top of me and I could feel Susan exploring Stephen and then me. I was again getting aroused and I could feel Stephen’s growing erection finding a place next to my own penis. This fusing of flesh seemed endless at the time.

But it did end. Susan said it was time to regroup and she stood up and Stephen rolled off me but neither of us did anything more but remain lying on our backs, again with Susan standing over us.

She said that she felt so turned on to see the both of us and that next time she would have her sketch pad with her.

I asked Stephen whether evenings like this were normal for them and he answered honestly that each time was unique in its own way and that this evening was something special.

I wondered what time it was and I don’t think any of us wanted things to end. There was life in all of us yet, so Susan said she would fill the tub and we should all get cleaned up and off she went to the bathroom.

Stephen and I dragged ourselves off the towels and carried them to the bathroom. The tub was half full and Susan was submerged in it. It’s a bigger than average tub and Susan, being on the small size, didn’t take up much room.

We shut off the tap and Stephen got in first, sliding himself next to Susan. Then I did the same. It was a squeeze with water splashing but we found ourselves comfortable positions with various body parts intermingled.

I ended up facing Stephen with Susan between us facing out into the room. Susan had found a wash cloth and soap and had already ducked her head under before we arrived.

There was shampoo at the edge of the bath which she’d grabbed and she said, with a laugh, that she was going to wash our DNA out of her hair.

Her hair is short so it didn’t take much shampoo and as she soaped Stephen said he’d help her and stood up, leaned over and soaped away at her scalp.

She said this felt good and from my view I watched Stephen’s cock and balls as he stood above us. The shampoo ended and Stephen slid back into the tub and Susan slid under the water, turning it soapy with the shampoo. Both Stephen and I could feel her sliding around between us and then she reappeared.

And there we sat, chest deep in soapy water.

We sat in this liquid silence for what seemed an eternity. But this wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a silence of perfect communication. There seemed to be a feeling of complete connectedness and of a trust only possible through the common physical experiences that we’d risked throughout the evening.

We stayed on into the early hours, enjoying our newly discovered comfort.

The time did end, of course, and reluctantly I dragged myself down the hallway to my own apartment. But the connections that we’d made were particularly strong and we all knew that this was not to be a ‘one night stand’.

This would not be our only encounter”.

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I’ve asked my correspondent to write again with any subsequent encounters. In time I am sure he will send something further for inclusion.

Contact Colin – 250-984-7051

TouchIn a quiet, warm room, your massage is enhanced with a full body, hot towel table bath, warm oil, shower and complete relaxation.

Shower and all facilities are available and sessions are untimed – stay as long as your schedule allows. Massage is always slow and relaxing. Simply an exchange and flow of positive energy.

This is a space to safely explore imagination.  All orientations, adult ages and genders are welcome.

Location and parking is easy and safe.

Within this blog are more detailed descriptions of the possibilities of Tantric Massage. Many postings – but not all  –  require a password to read, so do scroll to the end. Simply email the title to co.lins@outlook.com and I’ll send the password. Your curiosity is welcome.

Contact Colin at: 250-984-7051 or email: co.lins@outlook.com

Mindful Massage & Sensual Escape

Tantric massage is a conscious, sensual,  full body experience.

It’s a flow of positive energy enjoyed in a warm and safe environment.

It’s a space where the clock and the phone can be turned off. Where the shower can be long. Where the direction is relaxed, genuine and personal.

This is unrushed time that allows a slow and mindful experience of heightened awareness. It’s time away from reality where relaxation and re-discovery are possible.

To find out more  please do read further in the blog and call or email.

Tel: 250-984-7051 or email: co.lins@outlook.com

Colin 

To Touch or not to Touch?

To Touch or not to Touch?

Here’s a question that is often spoken – and often unspoken. ‘Is it OK to touch while I’m receiving touch?’

The guiding principle in massage is to work toward total relaxation of the mind and body. To the extent that uncertainty can occupy and stress the mind it is important to put this question to rest and thus rest the mind.

The short answer is ideally –  Yes – exchange of touch is entirely OK.

Massage can have the effect of seeming to magnify our natural energy. As the massage progresses and the mind starts to relax and wander the body will energize physically and some of that energy will begin to flow to the relaxed mind. It’s natural to want to reach out and transfer some of that energy. In doing so the energy delivered in the massage is further enhanced.

The fact is that energy is built as much by touching as by being touched. Without receiving touch or having the opportunity to touch we are deprived of a critical part of our experiential potential.

Of course it is entirely acceptable and possible to enjoy a full body massage without exploring reciprocal touch.

When we imagine traveling further down the Tantric path, however, it’s important to clear any imaginary barriers. Tantric practice and massage allows touch and touching, seeing and being seen, feeling and being felt. It is true that receiving touch to relax the mind also often extends to giving touch. Both experiences are the product of the same energy.

So, while so many full body massage techniques provide a wonderfully relaxing and stimulating experience, Tantric massage is one of the few that recognizes that complete relaxation requires the engagement of our potential to distribute energy as well as receive it.

Tantric massage will always acknowledge the power of interaction, looking to find the most complete and relaxed state of mind and body.

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Tel: 250-984-7051

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Couples & Massage

Couples & Tantra

Couples of all descriptions – opposite & same sex –  are more likely than ever before to participate in Tantric group workshops or enjoy massages together.

Even ‘up-market’ commercial spa businesses encourage couples to visit and enjoy massage together – but it’s not exactly Tantric. There will be strict rules and limits!!

Tantric massage, however, offers an opportunity to escape some of the limits and rules and, more completely, enjoy sharing the energy of guided touch – together.

It is interesting to consider some of the reasons for couples to enjoy massage experiences together.

In no particular order:

Looking to celebrate a partner’s birthday, anniversary or some other significant event. Shared massage can be a great way to celebrate. The goal can be to make a present of a sensual and relaxing massage.

 There are those who have been researching and practicing some Tantric ritual and massage themselves and have decided to take things a little further, as if it were a mini Tantric workshop, demonstrating how to enhance sensitivity, heighten awareness and progress Tantric ideas.

If these are categories of purpose then a third category would be those who mutually wish to enhance their personal activity but somehow find that they aren’t ‘connecting’ often enough.

The turn to Tantric practice and massage has been to move beyond talk to more of a practical and hands-on experience.

While Tantric practice makes no claim to scientific or licensed professional equivalency, there is much value in choosing and incorporating hands-on experience where the comfort level allows.

Sometimes couples seek an enhanced understanding of how to meet their partner’s expectations. Tantric practice and massage can demonstrate and practice, in a friendly, non threatening way, how the preferences of either partner can be met. And then practice makes perfect.

Other couples seek simply to explore, sensually, and wish to share their experiences.

Tantric practice is gender neutral, and most ideas and objectives are properly common to both sexes. Nonetheless there are obviously differences in techniques when moving males or females into the states of heightened awareness. Shared Tantric practice recognizes this and can contribute positively to individual experiences and energies.

There are all sorts of nuances and variations to these categories, of course, and Tantric practice seeks to enhance and enable those nuances.

In Tantra, so long as the intentions are clear and consensual, Tantric practice can offer much to any couple in maintaining the strength and excitement of the relationship.

So, if you read this as 50% of a couple and have always wondered how shared time works in Tantra and Tantric massage, feel most welcome and comfortable to call and talk about the possibilities. You’ll be in good company.

Colin

Tel: 250-984-7051                      Email: co.lins@outlook.com

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Prostate Massage

Tantric massage can be one of the most long lasting and profoundly pleasurable experiences imaginable.

It’s an experience that can take the mind and body to new levels of heightened awareness. It’s one the most open forms of sensual consciousness that can be imagined.

Tantric massage can explore not only the external being but also the internal. Psychic as well as physical.

In a perfectly relaxed state, attention to the prostate gland can can help move the mind to enhanced levels of physical pleasure.

Although certainly not part of every massage experience, and then only ever approached and performed with clear prior understanding, prostate massage can open new vistas of experience.

In Tantric massage the erotic potential of the entire body can be stimulated and explored. There can be open discovery of what sensitivities are most pleasurably responsive to touch and attention.

Encouraging heightened physical and mental awareness through massage can enhance states of relaxation. Stress and suspicion can diminish and trust and openness replace fears and negative energy. Genital energy can begin to comfortably respond to careful touch and exploration around the anus – the zone so often neglected and uncelebrated and yet a region of  enormous  potential erotic pleasure.

Access to the prostate in this relaxed condition is easy and welcoming. Careful touch in this heightened state of sensual arousal can be felt throughout the entire body.

Reaching levels of relaxation that enable such experiences of physical and psychic pleasure are some of the most important experiences that Tantric massage can bring.

As always, it’s about the journey and not the destination, and prostate massage is not a destination. It can be a wonderful step along the way. Learning to enjoy the moment, and then again to move through the experience to new sensitivities, is a journey unique to Tantric and prostate massage. It’s a journey not to be rushed and to be taken many times.

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