Massage Apprentice Ch. 01

I am a masseur. I've had my own practice for many years now. How I got to where I am today is a tale worth telling. It's a long story - stick with me.

It started in my freshman year in college. I was hit by a car while biking, and broke a leg, bruised some ribs and sprained my wrist, as well as totaling a pretty decent bike. After I got the cast off of my leg I was prescribed two months of physical therapy. The college had a pretty big sports program as well as a physical therapy department. And since the accident happened on campus and I was initially treated at the campus med center, the therapy was scheduled to take place on campus as well.

On day one of my therapy, I was assigned to Jen, who was to be my therapist for the next two months. She was a graduate student just finishing up her Masters in Physical Therapy and was working part time in the PT department.

Jen was a great therapist. Besides teaching me the exercises and how to use certain pieces of exercise equipment, she was a good at motivating me to push myself harder. She could be tough on me when I felt like I couldn't do one more leg extension, but would share my joy when I finally was able to complete the entire set.

Part of the therapy was a massage. It ended every session. Jen primarily concentrated on my leg, massaging the muscles that had been out of commission for a while. Early on, when I mentioned that my back was bothering me, she included a back massage to the routine. She was a good masseuse, and she knew that I liked the massages, so from that point on she would sometimes motivate me in my work out by promising a back rub.

Jen and I had started talking about general life experiences in the first couple of massages, but pretty soon we were sharing more personal stories. So, over the course of the therapy sessions, we became friends. As much as I had hated the idea of therapy when I first started it, I learned to enjoy it and would look forward to each session. By the last session I was walking upright with barely a limp, and my broken leg felt almost as strong as the other one.

As Jen was massaging me for the final time, I thanked her for her help and support and told her I was going to miss these sessions. She commended me on my progress and tried to give me all of the credit. She also told me that if I was ever in the need of a massage I could call her and she'd be there. She gave me her card. She also gave me a goodbye hug.

Finally free from the forced exercise, I found myself hooked. I started to spend more and more time in the schools weight room and cardio center. While my studies were still front and center, fitness became a close second. I was becoming a gym rat.

One day I tried to dead lift a bit more weight than I should have and I felt my back give out. It was really painful for about an hour. Advil and ice packs helped to bring the pain level down, but it was bothering me for a couple of days. I decided to call Jen.

She sounded happy to hear from me and asked how I was doing. When I told her, she said that I should come over as soon as I could. I knew that she had her own massage business on the side and that she worked out of her small graduate student housing apartment. We set up an appointment for that afternoon.

I arrived on time and Jen greeted me with a hug. She looked different from how she looked while working in the PT department. Instead of the college logo polo shirt and dark pants, she had on a loose fitting T shirt and running shorts. I had always thought of her as attractive; her off duty appearance made her even more so. And, just to make myself clear on a point here, I never thought of her as anything more than a friend. The age difference was only eight years, but when you are 18, a 26 year old seems, well, much older.

She ushered me into her small second bedroom which she used as her studio. It had what I now know as the standard massage room amenities of a massage table, a side table with towels and bottles of oils and lotions, a CD player and some candles.

"So you hurt your back?" she said. "Trying to be Superman?"

"Yes I know it wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done." I said. "It really hurt at first but now it's just a persistent dull pain."

"Well, I'll see what I can do about that." She said. "But first let me tell you a little bit about this."

She told me about her massage business. She had started it four years ago and is building up a good client base. She said that unlike her job at the college where she only gives sports or therapeutic massages, she offers a wide variety of types of massages. And while some of her clients come to her with specific issues, the majority of her clients get relaxation massages; some consider it as a gift to themselves. She explained that a proper massage can relieve tension in your body as well as in your mind and spirit. And that while she does enjoy the added income, she also enjoys making people feel better.

I understood, but had to ask "So how much do you charge for a real massage?"

She smiled and replied "For you, today, there is no charge. I'd consider it an honor, my privilege, to give you your first real massage!"

Then she explained the procedure. "I'll leave the room while you undress and get under the cover sheet. We'll start with you face down".

I stripped down to my underwear and got on the table. When she came back in, Jen lit some candles, dimmed the lights and turned the CD player on.

Jen started the massage by applying oil to her hands and using her hands to spread the oil over my back. She worked at loosening some tightness in my shoulders and upper back, and then continued down my back. When she applied some pressure to my lower back I winced. She said "I'll get back to that." She put a heating pad on the area and recovered me with the sheet.

Jen moved down to my legs, totaling uncovering my right leg. She spread the oil on as she had with my back and then started massaging from my calf up to my thigh. She had touched me there before but now, outside of the school setting, it seemed very different. The heat and smoothness of the oil, the dimmed lights and the music all helped me relax. I dozed off for a minute or two.

I woke back up when Jen removed the heating pad. I apologized for falling asleep, but she said that it's not an issue. "It happens a lot." she said, "In a way it's a compliment on my ability. But the next part might not be so relaxing."

She applied more oil on my lower back and started massaging with very light pressure. It was a bit painful at first, but eventually, after applying a bit more pressure, the pain lessened.

"You had a big knot back there." she said. "Whatever you did, don't do it again."

I promised her I wouldn't.

She told me it was time to roll over. She lifted up the cover sheet so that she couldn't see me. I wasn't concerned about that; I was wearing boxer briefs that were not really any briefer than my workout shorts that I wore for the therapy sessions.

Jen covered me back up with the sheet and then folded it down to expose my upper body. She massaged my neck, shoulders and chest, avoiding my nipples. She then massaged my belly, with much gentler strokes. Her touch there seemed more personal and less technical; I assumed that was what she had referred to as a relaxation massage. This, along with the sensation of her oiled hands, was messing with my head. I didn't yet have a fully defined six-pack, but you could definitely see the results of my workout regime. Jen commented on this while tracing a finger over the muscle delineations. The center cut of my yet-to-be six-pack extended thru my belly button and down under my briefs; her finger stopped at the brief line.

Jen covered my chest, moved to my side, and completely uncovered my leg all the way up past my underwear up to my hip. She spread oil up and down my leg, and then started massaging from the calf up. Her touch on my inner thigh, along with the previous six-pack touch, was starting to get me turned on. I felt the beginnings of an erection. I was petrified that she would notice, but consoled myself that I was doubly covered by my underwear and the cover sheet. As she worked on my thigh muscles, her massage became more firm; the moment passed and I could relax.

However, once she switched legs and starting applying oil up my thigh, that feeling kicked back in. Again, being double covered, I hoped she didn't notice anything.

And shortly thereafter the massage was over. Jen took a towel from the side table and wiped up any excess oil from my legs and upper body. She told me to take my time getting off of the table, that she was going to wash up and would be back in shortly.

I had just finished dressing when she came back in.

"OK, so how do you feel?" she asked.

I tool a moment to assess this and realized that the back pain was basically gone. I told her this and that I felt very relaxed. The feeling was similar to how I felt after a good workout; the endorphins must have been flowing.

"Glad to hear it, although the back pain might kick in again. " she said. "You can use Tylenol and heat, and ease back into your workout routine. And, if you ever need to, you can always come back for another session."

I told her I'd like that, but didn't really have the money. She thought a minute and then said "You're a business major, right? Do you know your way around a computer? And do you have any bookkeeping experience?"

I answered yes on all three accounts. She proposed a barter. If I set up and maintained her massage business records, she'd give me a weekly massage. I didn't have to think very long on that. We became business partners.

She made some coffee and we discussed what information she wanted to maintain. I took some notes as to what the database would look like, and told her that I could probably have something set up by the end of the week. That sounded good to her so we set up a date and time.

The week passed quickly. When I went back to Jens apartment I showed her, on my laptop, what I had set up. She gave me a stack of papers that turned out to be her own way of keeping records. She wanted the data to be stored on her computer, so asked if it was ok if I worked from her place. I agreed to that but asked if I could take some of the records home to enter them in. Then by the next time I came I could show her how they looked and move the application and data over to her PC. She agreed.

"I really appreciate this," she said. "I've been meaning to get organized for a while, but I've always found a reason to put it off."

"You've definitely earned a massage." she said. "I have some free time now; a client is scheduled for later on this evening. Do you want to do this now?"

Of course I did. I really enjoyed the first massage and couldn't wait for another.

She smiled and then said "Since you're fairly new to this, I should explain a couple of things. First off, I request that clients be fairly clean before the massage. Most of them bathe before they come over, but, with some advance notice, they can shower here. Some don't, but as long as they aren't dirty and sweaty I'm ok with that."

She continued. "Last week you wore your underwear for the massage. I'm also ok with that, but I usually tell clients that they can undress to their level of comfort. That said, most clients get their massage totally unclothed. Being naked allows me better access to your body without worrying about getting oil in your clothes. But, again, it's totally up to you."

I told her I understood and asked if I could take a quick shower. She laughed and said "So much for advance notice!"

She led me into her bathroom and got me a towel and washcloth. There were some 'unmentionables' hanging on the shower rod; she grabbed them before I got a good look. "Advance notice..." she said once again. "Make it quick. I'll meet you back in the studio."

I did make it quick, washing the days sweat off.

I tried not to think of the panties I had seen hanging up, but I was unsuccessful so I ended the shower with a blast of cold water, just in case. I dried off, wrapped myself in the towel and went out to the studio.

Jen had already set up the room. She had lit the candles, dimmed the lights and had that 'massage music' softly playing. I saw that there was no cover sheet on the table. She noticed that and said she'd use the towel as a covering.

"Hop on - face down." she said and I did. She untucked the towel from under my waist and re-arranged it to cover me from the waist down. I was at first a little apprehensive about being naked, but once she started the massage I got over that.

The massage started off as the first one had. Jen did apply more pressure on my back now that I wasn't in pain. When it came time to do my legs, she moved the towel off to one side to expose my entire leg up to my hip, including my butt cheek. She explained that gluteal massage was part of her normal routine and that had skipped it last week because she didn't want to get oil on my underwear. Again, I was a little apprehensive but I trusted her. And when she starting digging into the muscles there, I knew it was all business. I relaxed and let my mind wander.

She switched legs, covering the one and uncovering the other. This was the side my cock was laying on, and even though she didn't really get anywhere close to touching it, it was close enough for my wandering mind. I started to get a bit hard just before she said it was time to turn over.

OK, now I was concerned, but didn't really see any way out of this. I wasn't fully erect, just a bit plump, so maybe she wouldn't notice.

Besides, she didn't give me any other options.

She turned her head away as she lifted up the towel. As I rolled over I took a quick look down at my dick. I was pleased to see that I wasn't going to be pitching a tent. It was, however, very full and barely lying down on my left thigh.

Jen put the towel on, covering me from the waist down. If she noticed anything she didn't react to it.

As she worked on my shoulders, arms and hands I started to relax. I was even fine when she massaged my chest. Before she started on my belly she adjusted the towel down a bit, stopping just above my pubes. The belly rub was soothing, but I had to try to keep my mind on anything else but her hands. I mentally went over her business database info.

Despite my best efforts I could feel myself getting hard. Fortunately, before I started pitching a tent she stopped and moved on. The foot massage felt great, as did the work on my ankle and calf.

Before she went further up my leg she adjusted the towel by folding it over towards the opposite side, exposing my entire leg. She tucked the towel between my legs; that tucking move brushed against my cock. Even though it was covered by two layers of towel, it felt good. Too good.

When Jen massaged my thigh, one hand worked on the inside and the other on the outside. The inside hand stopped well short of my covered cock. The outside hand continued up over my hip. I wasn't use to this type of contact so, no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I continued to grow a bit. By the time Jen was done with that leg my erection was too obvious to ignore.

Jen unfolded the towel back to cover the leg, but before she started to work on the other leg she paused.

"One of the benefits of massage is an improvement in circulation of the blood; an increase in blood flow throughout your body." she said, looking me straight in the eyes. "And sometimes, with men, the result of that increase in blood flow is, well, obvious. You shouldn't be embarrassed; your erection is just another indication that I'm doing a good job increasing your circulation. And, for that matter, it's an indication that you are in good health."

Her frank discussion about my hard on didn't do anything to reduce it.

She then uncovered the other leg, again tucking the folder over portion of the towel between my legs. I glanced down to check out the pup tent that I had, then I looked up at her. She returned my look with a comforting smile and continued on. Her hands on my thighs continued to excite me, but her 'blood flow' explanation made sense so I didn't try to fight it. I just relaxed and let it happen.

When she finished the massage, Jen told me to take me time getting up and left the room. If I had been in my own room, I probably would have finished myself off. But instead I stuffed my dick, which had lost some of its size, into my jeans and went out. I joined Jen in the kitchen. She poured me a cup of coffee.

"So, how was it?" she asked.

"Great! I can see myself getting addicted!" I replied.

"Well, that's the whole idea." she said. "You keep handling the business side and I'll handle the, er, handling side."

We both laughed at that.

"I do have a question though..." I said. "about the blood flow issue."

"Oh, I really hope I didn't embarrass you," she said. "That's the last thing I wanted to do."

"No, I appreciate you explaining it." I said. "I was just about to apologize for it."

Jen replied "There's no need to do that."

"So, my question is do all of your clients respond like that?"

"No, not all of them," she replied. "But many of them do, to some degree."

"And you're ok with that?" I asked.

"Originally, when I first started, it made me feel a bit uneasy. But I got over that. And since then, I've seen more than my share of hard-ons." She added "More than I can shake a stick at... literally."

She smiled.

Yes, we were talking about erections but it didn't seem wrong or dirty. Her attitude was very casual and her frank talk was refreshing.

"Do they ever get, er, over excited?" I said.

Even though this was an open discussion I couldn't really bring myself to talk about ejaculations.

"Well, there's always those new clients that expect something more." she said.

I didn't know what she was talking so I had to ask. "More?"

"Well, my guess is that they're looking for a happy ending."

Now, back then I was new to massage and innocent in many ways; I think the look on my face told her I didn't know what that was.

"Ok, so how can I explain this?" she wondered out loud. "What the hell... it's a hand job!"

It took me second to digest this new information.

"So, that's part of the massage?" I asked, thinking that if it was I missed out on it.

"No!" she said. "But that doesn't stop some people from asking for it."

I added "Some guys."

"No, some people." she replied. "Women get that increased blood flow as well; they just manifest it differently."

Jen proceeded to explain about the ethics of massage therapy. She told me there are massage parlors where special services, including happy endings, are offered. And that there are independent masseuses and masseurs that offer their clients similar services.

I had to ask.

"Like what? I mean, besides giving a guy a happy ending, what else do some people offer?"

Jen actually laughed out loud. "You are so innocent that it's downright sinful!"

"I'd bet that you could get just about anything for the right price." she said. "I've heard of masseuses that will give massages topless or fully naked, and will massage all of your private areas. Some give full body rubs, and even give oral sex or full out fucking. What they usually can't do is give a decent massage!"

"Well, you've got that covered!" I said. "But never any of the extras?"

"Oh, I've gotten requests. And I guess that if all I was concerned about was money, I'd think about some of them. But each masseuse has to have their own code of ethics; what they will do and what they won't do. So, for most of my clients, all I offer is a great massage and an hour of pure relaxation."

I picked up on what she said. "Most of your clients?" I asked.