“bite your tongue”=a way to distract yourself with pain, in this instance.
It has been my experience that inadvertent wood will subside if the body’s attention is distracted by pain in another location. (You SO do not want me to explain that, OK?) Since causing pain in, let’s say the foot, would be obvious (Pardon me while I smash my foot with this brick, and don’t notice the erection, please), biting the tongue would be a bit more discreet.
This is not the same usage, in my case, as the “bite your tongue” meaning keep quiet, don’t say anything.
Or you could take the practical approach. If you’re not sure how you’re going to feel, request a 1/2 hour massage and ask them to work on your back or some other specific problem area. Sorta, ease into it, you know.
I’m a woman and I really wasn’t sure how I was going to feel getting all buck naked with strangers. I just got a half an hour and the masseur (male) focused on my shoulders in general and specifically on this knot I always have under my right shoulder from mouse-clicking. It was, in a word, awesome.
Also, a slight matter of protocol, I think the kind of person that gives you a massage that went to school for it likes to be called a “massage therapist” these days as the term “masseuse/ masseur” tends to be used in more. . . um. . . “leisure industry” settings and has developed unsavoury connotations.
The only massages I’ve ever had were full-body no-towel ones in Bangkok, and, uh, well, I wouldn’t want to characterize what happened next as, um, typical. :o
I don’t think I could even get one in the States now, but if I did, I know my body would still react the same. It’s no big deal so don’t worry about it (unless you’ve got something to be self-conscious about )
It happened to me once. I went for a shiatsu massage with a female friend that had done them off and on for me for some time. We weren’t fast friends, mostly acquaintances of some standing.
Shiatsu sometimes relaxes me so much that I fall asleep. And I did.
I was clothed loosely, shorts and a big t-shirt. I remember waking up in the middle of the massage, and noticing a “tent” effect down south. Not a pup-tent, a frigging Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Baily friggen tent.
Major blush time for me. But she didn’t say anything, so niether did I.
I really don’t know if it bothered her at the time, I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. I had no interest in her, I didn’t think she thought I was interested. I just…got hard.
Fuck it – these things happen. We’re all human. Just relax, and if something happens, just smile and/or shrug. It’ll pass.
Yeah, massages qualify as a type of foreplay here at Casa Dave-Guy. Of course, the difference is that’s often the specific aim, so going with it is not a surprise.
The feeling of manipulating flesh and warming up skin and muscle and loosening joints is often erotic, for both the giver and reciever of the massage. So if it keeps the blood flowing…
Of course, it would be entirely different in a professional setting.
Our local college has a massage class. The students are required to be a subject in the class. I can only imagine what it would be like to get wood in front of the whole class.
Got my massage… Awesome! I highly recommend it to any one who has not had one.
For the record, got a bit chubby, but no full-on wood. On stomach, hidden no problem…on back sheet blanket combo provided good camophlage.
Also, one last note, the massage therapist was a knockout! PERFECT body. But since I was face down for most of it, and had my eyes closed for most of the rest she could have been Bula Ballbreaker and the effect would have been the same.
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Awesome! I highly recommend it to any one who has not had one.