Male therapist in a very seasonal Florida town, small, but A LOT of money comes here….I’m working on one gentleman who is in his 80s and as I am working on his legs I feel a weird texture between my fingers and on my palms, and not the hairy leg texture either. It taught me to be more aware and direct with the client when that shit starts happening.ģ. I didn’t want anything to do with that fuckin’ money. After my shift I went to the bar my buddy worked at and spend the $100 on a giant burger, 3 packs of cigarettes, alcohol and tipped them the rest. I knew what that strange consistency was now. He tipped me $100 with a big grin and left. I was desperately trying to figure out what it was (had I accidentally mixed oils?), when the treatment had ended. I started my stomach routine, but was aware of a different consistency on my hands. When I had turned him supine, he asked if I could massage his stomach. When I first started at my job, I had a male client grind into the table while he was prone. Hands down worst day of my massage life.Ģ.
HAIRY GAY MASSAGE THERAPIST SKIN
Oh, yeh and one of his skin things broke off and crumbled in my hand. I asked him if he had showered and he said, “Oh, yeh, the other day.” Cringe. He booked again to my horror and I said next time you come in I want you to have a nice hot shower before you come in so that your muscles are nice and relaxed. My worst horror story was a guy that came in for massage, I can totally deal with a little bit of BO but this guy, holy shit the entire clinic reeked of BO! When he took off his shirt, very obvious that this guy did not shower or change his clothes often, his singlet was covered in yellow stains, worst massage I’ve ever done, I was almost gagging on the smell.