i have written a few stories which have not been going in a particular direction and maybe I think I should start with trying to go along a common line and hopefully make more stories to be read here for my fellow bros and sis, and hopefully you will enjoy my humble writings
As I reflect back to my younger days, I was emotionally scarred due to my eye condition when I was a little boy. Due to my condition, my parents thought that I should go to Bogor, Jakarta for massage by a very big sized man dealing with traditional healing. I hated that place, that man, and the pain I would go through in the hope of improving my eyesight. Through 4-5 years when I was in Primary school I would go with my parents and live through that few hours if ordeal every time we headed to Jakarta for my Dad's work. I hated the red marks and the bruises I get at the end of the massage and I've only recently told my parents about it. But I realized, as I got older, massages when done right are wonderful.
Back as a teenager I dabbled in swimming. I wasn't technically as gifted or fast, but I enjoyed swimming. Through it came several injuries, which now has played a part of discomfort in my ankles, knees and shoulders. I had a coach who with his wife was part of the swimming branch that I was in. He was really good in identifying my injuries and knows how to tweak me back into proper shape. His wife was a very nice, although firm woman who was more into the scene nationally. She also has experience and qualifications as a certified physiotherapist who I picked up a thing or two from. Once, due to my shoulder injury, she made me a subject of her small seminar as she worked on my shoulder, and resulted me into actually dripping tears from the pain. But I learnt from her as she massaged my back the ways to approach a massage. The shoulder blades, along your spine, your neck, shoulders and etc.
I did not dabble in massages as I went to poly, but more to ad-hoc cramp helper while in the swim team and as I played soccer with my friends. Since I knew what to do, my friends trusted me with my hands but everything was for free. Even till now, I do know how to calm a cramp slowly, and I've picked up several tips from MLs who serviced me, what I liked and what I did not like, what was painful and what was a pleasurable pain.
So back then I was in a club in Poly, and our hangout was a small clubroom where we slept and discussed, ate and skipped classes at. One day my chairperson, who was my good friend, asked me for a massage which I gave. He was a big guy and at that point my hands started to cramp and hurt after about 15-20 mins. His girlfriend, who was also my course junior, was present. She saw it and after I finished with my chaiperson, she laid face down on the floor on the cushions and "Zack! I want a massage too!" I duly obliged as I massaged her from her neck, her temples to her shoulders and slowly worked my way down to her waist. Along the way, my hands went nearer to her sides and I carressed a little of her sideboobs, alhough she didn't say anything but just groaned in acceptance. It all started slowly after that, more massages, alone, and also her recommendation to some of her friends.
This may get interesting
