Since yesterday, Rust, and Paul (IT) and I have been discussing Rust's
session, in which Paul agreed to treat for Rust, as he is in desperate need
of HSE (High School Experience). This has taken place in his Dad's basement. And
for a spin on reviews, Rust agreed my poetic justice would serve the review well.
Once the negotiating was settled, Paul flew down to my side of town with a bubble-wrapped payment of my session fee. Lire, protein powder, a Stevie Wonder CD,
some after session smokes, and a small steeped tea. I heard Paul's numbered
sport's car, (#69 by the by) race up my cul de sac and sling shot the package
through my bedroom window as my elderly female neighbours blushed and
fawned the nape of their necks, as they watched the handsome and muscled
stranger peel off into the sunset.
Rust, lives on the wrong side of the tracks but that did not hinder me in my
quest for his desperate need of a HSE. He told me to park on his lawn and
I took the course of 19 steps down into a 80's style decor. At first glance,
Rust is everything he claims to be. Young, intellegent, funny, but shy.
Rust insisted I meet his father and we sat on the couch together and watched
some episodes of Full House and 90210. Rust insisted I eat and we had
some Marie Callender's TV dinners and some Brie Cheese. Washed down with
Orangina. After Rust's father elbowed us both several times, he indicated
that he would leave us "two youngster's" alone.
The session took place in Rust's bedroom, a couch that doubles as a pull-out
bed. Posters of 90210 stars, a framed autographed picture of Wayne Gretzy,
and a lava lamp decorated this den. The infamous computer in which he types,
is actually a laptop with bumper stickers from every major Canadian city.
For the first 10 minutes of the session, Rusty just held me and cried. This
crying was actually laughter with tears as I felt Rust just felt relief that I was
not 350 pounds. He scooped me up Honeymoon style and laid me down on
the soft flannel Spiderman sheets. I asked Rust what kind of massage he
would like and he pulled out a bottle of Olive Oil from under his bed.
He said "Oil, soft, hard on the feet". Massaging Rust was like massaging
the guy who sat next to me in Science class. Familiar, funny, warm and fuzzy,
our conversation flowed from High School to Porno's. What I thought were
home movies lining the walls, were actually porno from the seventies. He said
his Dad starred in some of them. I asked if I could buy one.
When it came time for Rust to massage me he just stared into my eyes. I thought
he was trying to hypnotize me but he said he wanted to see into my soul. After
massaging my front and back, we lied on our sides and spooned for a good 15 min.
I felt the tears again, and when I looked over, I was suprised to see Rust reading
a Richie Rich comic. He was just that comfortable.
Realizing that 1 1/2 hours had past, and his father was sitting at the bottom of
the steps waiting patiently to use the VCR, I realized that the Body Slide
should start. Rust said he didn't want mileage, but a soulful cuddle slide.
I grabbed a Teddy bear to make the hugging more authentic, and after 5 strong bear hugs, some light hair stroking, and back patting, Rust flew into a wild body slide expiry. He thrashed, twisted, and turned. His toenails dug into my calves, but I didn't mind. I guess that's why Paul suggested the protein powder. It would help speed my muscle recovery. Rust retreived the Teddy bear that had flown across the room, he
wet it with some old Orangina and used it to help clean me up. Since I was a little
green from the Olive Oil he suggested a shower together to clean up. A TV
was set up high up in the corner of the shower and we watched a Happy Days
re-run while we soaped our bodies. Rust can imitate a good Fonz. I heard
his father just outside the shower curtain laughing along with the episode. He
said the VCR was broken.
After cleaning up we all shared some Wheatabix and Rust's dad kept slapping
him on the back and offering him cigars.
When it was time to leave, Rust and I had our post-massage cigarette,(Players)
and we promised to keep in touch via grafiti on the Don Valley overpass.
Rust hugged me all the way to my car and placed my seat belt on for me.
He said: "Safey first, all within town limits, for my safety and yours"
session, in which Paul agreed to treat for Rust, as he is in desperate need
of HSE (High School Experience). This has taken place in his Dad's basement. And
for a spin on reviews, Rust agreed my poetic justice would serve the review well.
Once the negotiating was settled, Paul flew down to my side of town with a bubble-wrapped payment of my session fee. Lire, protein powder, a Stevie Wonder CD,
some after session smokes, and a small steeped tea. I heard Paul's numbered
sport's car, (#69 by the by) race up my cul de sac and sling shot the package
through my bedroom window as my elderly female neighbours blushed and
fawned the nape of their necks, as they watched the handsome and muscled
stranger peel off into the sunset.
Rust, lives on the wrong side of the tracks but that did not hinder me in my
quest for his desperate need of a HSE. He told me to park on his lawn and
I took the course of 19 steps down into a 80's style decor. At first glance,
Rust is everything he claims to be. Young, intellegent, funny, but shy.
Rust insisted I meet his father and we sat on the couch together and watched
some episodes of Full House and 90210. Rust insisted I eat and we had
some Marie Callender's TV dinners and some Brie Cheese. Washed down with
Orangina. After Rust's father elbowed us both several times, he indicated
that he would leave us "two youngster's" alone.
The session took place in Rust's bedroom, a couch that doubles as a pull-out
bed. Posters of 90210 stars, a framed autographed picture of Wayne Gretzy,
and a lava lamp decorated this den. The infamous computer in which he types,
is actually a laptop with bumper stickers from every major Canadian city.
For the first 10 minutes of the session, Rusty just held me and cried. This
crying was actually laughter with tears as I felt Rust just felt relief that I was
not 350 pounds. He scooped me up Honeymoon style and laid me down on
the soft flannel Spiderman sheets. I asked Rust what kind of massage he
would like and he pulled out a bottle of Olive Oil from under his bed.
He said "Oil, soft, hard on the feet". Massaging Rust was like massaging
the guy who sat next to me in Science class. Familiar, funny, warm and fuzzy,
our conversation flowed from High School to Porno's. What I thought were
home movies lining the walls, were actually porno from the seventies. He said
his Dad starred in some of them. I asked if I could buy one.
When it came time for Rust to massage me he just stared into my eyes. I thought
he was trying to hypnotize me but he said he wanted to see into my soul. After
massaging my front and back, we lied on our sides and spooned for a good 15 min.
I felt the tears again, and when I looked over, I was suprised to see Rust reading
a Richie Rich comic. He was just that comfortable.
Realizing that 1 1/2 hours had past, and his father was sitting at the bottom of
the steps waiting patiently to use the VCR, I realized that the Body Slide
should start. Rust said he didn't want mileage, but a soulful cuddle slide.
I grabbed a Teddy bear to make the hugging more authentic, and after 5 strong bear hugs, some light hair stroking, and back patting, Rust flew into a wild body slide expiry. He thrashed, twisted, and turned. His toenails dug into my calves, but I didn't mind. I guess that's why Paul suggested the protein powder. It would help speed my muscle recovery. Rust retreived the Teddy bear that had flown across the room, he
wet it with some old Orangina and used it to help clean me up. Since I was a little
green from the Olive Oil he suggested a shower together to clean up. A TV
was set up high up in the corner of the shower and we watched a Happy Days
re-run while we soaped our bodies. Rust can imitate a good Fonz. I heard
his father just outside the shower curtain laughing along with the episode. He
said the VCR was broken.
After cleaning up we all shared some Wheatabix and Rust's dad kept slapping
him on the back and offering him cigars.
When it was time to leave, Rust and I had our post-massage cigarette,(Players)
and we promised to keep in touch via grafiti on the Don Valley overpass.
Rust hugged me all the way to my car and placed my seat belt on for me.
He said: "Safey first, all within town limits, for my safety and yours"
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