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TMTT July 12

Posted by: Age: 50 Posted on: 1 comments
3 likes 594 views Category: Masturbation Male-Female Tags: massage, jockstrap, balls, table shower,
Another in the Tickle My Testes Tuesday series, where i go for a massage on a Tuesday, & describe my massage experiences that stand out to me.

I had brought 2 jockstraps with me to work, to decide after work which one to put on to go to the massage place. It was either going to be the GB2, or the one i wound up choosing - the Wangjiang I got from China, with the unique mesh pouch. When I finished work, I changed into it in my office, before heading out for a healing hands ritual. The masseuse who had come to the door was new. I had never seen her before. There's always that mystery when you've never experienced them, wondering if they'll be good, and how good. She offered a table shower, and mid summer, AC not working in my car, I was ready for one. Of course, I had paid 70 and prepared myself to be presented in my jockstrap when she returned with the change. I had placed my clothes to one side on the chair that had a folded white towel on it. I anticipated this would be the towel that i would wrap myself into to head for the table shower. But in the dimly lit room, I watched as she instead opened a cabinet door or drawer and grabbed another towel. After I stripped off my strap, she wrapped the towel around me and guided me to the table shower area. I realized there was a sizable round hole cut out in the middle of the towel. Though flaccid, my cock showed itself wagging through this big hole. She hadn't realized it, so when she saw it, she looked shocked & laughed as I smiled. While bathing me, she focused a lot on my ass crack. I figured this usually means she wants to make sure it's clean, as she's planning to spend some time there during the massage. Her touch to me was something my body was eager to respond to. By the time I turned over to have my front side bathed on the table, my erection was already in full swing. As her hands washed up and down my body, they would slide toward my genitals for a stroke of scrubbing. It was feeling so good. As was when she rubbed it with the towel to dry it off. She had grabbed a different new folded towel that was on a pile of clean towels in the area. She really did not want me to continue with the towel. We both smiled when she handed me the new towel, as if a brief hot memory of its flawed predecessor. She gave a really good back and shoulders massage, but didn't really do my legs much at all. As she segued from the back massage into the pre happy ending caressing, there was something magical about her hands and how she touched me, using both her fingertips and mixing it with using her fingernails. The elements of her really knowing how to touch a man, my own horniness, and my body's receptiveness to her touch combined to make my breathing crazy. I tried to keep the volume down so anyone outside the room wouldn't hear it. I loved her softly gripping into firm grip on my balls, which she gave occasionally after using her hand to explore my body, including my nipples. Unlike most masseuses who give happy endings, she took her time with a slow stroke throughout. She commented on how long it took me to cum, and I realized my body had been acting as if it were about to explode for several minutes And even after I did, my body was so mesmerized by her touch, the orgasmic feelings would resonate through my body long afterwards. I needed her help to sit up after she had concluded briefly massaging my front side. I had begun to feel dizzy and tranced by the whole experience. As i sat with my legs over the side of the table, she hugged me. I held onto her, still breathing heavily from the experience. My body was still feeling orgasmic sensations, and i was honestly wondering if i would be okay to drive home. As I strapped back up, she commented on how sexy it was. She felt my pouch and my strapped butt, which no one else had ever actually done. It felt so sensuous to be touched over my pouch, my hard breathing continued. I was still feeling tranced out and overcome from her touch as she led me to the door. I drove slowly for a while, as if I were under the influence of some drug. Hope she's there again next week !

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