Kind of?, and no, respectively.

Well.

At least at first.

Sort of?

Ahem:

I had been going to a same massage place maybe once a month for a couple of months… and… one of those times… one of the masseuses just went for it, near the end of the massage.

I was uh, pleasantly surprised, but also politely refused… I did actually have a very fucked up shoulder, and asked her to move back to that instead.

A number of visits/months later… I get that same masseuse, and she goes for it again, this time not even close to near the end of the massage time.

… She used… I think literally some kind of diluted either kerosene or acetone on my body, and my uh, member.

Fairly strong chemical smell, fairly distinct burning/stinging in a good way? sensation, definitely not the normal gel, this was a very thin, water like liquid.

… She did not succeed in actually getting me off, which… caused her to pout… but uh… that was not an experience an experience I’ll soon forget.

I learned about a whole bunch of massageable muscle groups I didn’t even know I had that day.

The first time this masseuse saw me with a good deal of my clothes off, she … asked me about my scars … if I was a soldier.

I … don’t actually like to talk about those.

I kind of laughed, and told her no, I am not a soldier, never been in the military.

Just… had a rough life.

Though it was I guess … affirming, that … someone would think what I’ve been through would… most likely be explained by military service.

Rarely do massages but occasionally get a discounted rate at a local place. I always request a guy. Just feel that they do a better job. So this time a guy, I’ll call him Bob, who I had before is really got me in a relaxed state. I am on my back with a hot towel over my face. Other than the towel I am completely naked which is how I always do massages when performed by a guy.

At one point he is doing my upper thighs and it feels really good. I say nothing and my face is still covered. I can feel that little tingle as blood starts to flow into my cock and stiffen it. Neither of us speaks. He is still massaging my thighs and I can feel his breath on my leg.

Next thing my cock is in his mouth. He is very slowly sucking me while manipulating the shaft with one of his hands. I start moaning. I am twitching as I can feel my load building and waiting release. I steam rope after rope of cum into his mouth. Now I finally hear him grunting.

I am exhausted and completely drained. We both remain silent. I can feel him delicately using a towel to clean up my cock. He finally says, “OK your session is over. I have to move to another room, take a minute to get dressed and hope to see you again soon.”

My legs were still wobblily as I got off the table. I got dressed and left. It was unexpected and I loved it.

I don’t believe so. I had one professional massage in my life and walked out early because I was tired and didn’t speak good Japanese. I recommend yoga instead if you have a stiff back.