When his Uber pulled up to the rundown building with bamboo scaffolding all around it, Ash almost hesitated to go in—almost.
It was Christmas Day and Ash’s last morning in Hong Kong. He’d spent the entire week with his family and barely had time to jerk off…which was to say he woke up with a raging boner and a full set of nuts—so full, in fact, he thought he could feel his backed up spunk just protesting to bust itself out…
Don’t get him wrong—Grindr had been practically blowing up ever since Ash landed. He guessed a young, white alpha top stud like him was hot commodity around here…but Ash was sort of in the mood for something else, because all the walking around and trying to make conversation with his parents and sister made him tired, and he just felt like lying back, having some guy oil him up, and worshiping every inch of his college jock body—before being made to shoot a big, fat, satisfying load, of course.
The guy in question, however, was a full head shorter than Ash as he answered the door, with thick black eyebrows and small eyes.
“Hi,” the dude smiled cordially at the young foreign buck who hit him up just over an hour ago on Instagram and asked to meet right away.
“Hi,” Ash greeted him back, averting his gaze, and for a second couldn’t believe he actually turned down a good ol’ fuck with a delicious-looking local muscle twunk to be rubbed down by some Asian uncle, perhaps already in his forties… He had just done a simple search for “man to man massage hk,” and most of the results seemed sketchy and potentially rip-offs, which was when he came across this guy’s Instagram profile, with tasteful pictures of his “studio” and a highlight full of glowing reviews by supposedly satisfied customers.
As he’d mentioned, Ash was desperate that morning, so he DM’ed…
“Would you like to take a shower first?” The guy now asked, looking Ash up and down, though thankfully not in a leery way, just probably also wondering why a guy like Ash was doing here.
Ash had already showered in the hotel before heading out and texting his mom that he’d be going out for a stroll, but it seemed rude to say no at this juncture. He looked around: the “studio” was most likely just this guy’s apartment, and it appeared smaller than it did in photos, with the massage table square in the middle of the living area. The bathroom was worse—Ash could barely turn his massive six-foot-three frame around—so he splashed some water on himself haphazardly and went back out, leaving all his clothes behind with just a towel around his waist.
“Uh, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be all naked,” Ash said as he reemerged from the tiny bathroom maybe sooner than his masseur had expected.
Nonetheless, the guy looked all set: even if it were broad daylight out, he had managed to make the room dark enough, with flickering candlelight and the smell of incense wafting through the space. He himself had taken off his top, revealing a lean, mean physique that made Ash think of a kung fu master, or was that racist?
“Yes, that’s alright,” he smiled that cordial smile at Ash again, and patted the massage table gently: “Just make yourself comfortable.”
Reassured, Ash loosened the towel around his waist and caught the older guy steal a glance at what had been concealed underneath—the swinging, bigheaded, circumcised thing Ash had for a cock, an impressive sight even though it was still limp.
“Facedown?”
The uncle master nodded.
It started out wholesomely enough and Ash began to believe the reviews on Instagram—the man had a nice, firm touch, and only as he pressed and kneaded his way all around Ash’s neck, shoulders, spine…did the young tourist realize how tense he’d been and how much he needed to just relax… His thoughts started to drift, hoping at first that his coach was not going to give him too much shit for having put on a few pounds over the holidays, then thinking about the new season ahead. Could he finally break sixty-five meters in the javelin? The World Championships were going to be in September, in Tokyo, which meant he’d be back in Asia, and hopefully then he’d have time to steal away and meet some nice, eager Japanese bottom boy…
It was then that Ash suddenly felt a finger or two brush past his cock head. It felt accidental, but it kept happening: every time the masseur pushed his oily palms up Ash’s hardened hamstrings, he seemed to make a point to also tickle Ash’s dick on his way back down, and being in the state that Ash was in, he was nursing a raging hard-on in no time, just like how he woke up…
“Ugh…” Ash let out a small moan at some point—he couldn’t help it. He was really horny as hell.
Then, it was just as well that the masseur chose this precise moment to instruct his client: “Ok, you can turn over now…”
Ash swallowed nervously. He didn’t want the guy to see he was so turned-on already, because what if it wasn’t that kind of massage after all?
But there was no other way around it, so Ash slowly maneuvered his big frame over, and when the masseur replaced the towel over his groin, there was no denying to either of them what was going on.
“Sorry…” Ash mumbled, feeling his cheeks grow hot, even as his enormous erection gave an excited, clearly visible twitch under the towel.
“Oh, that’s ok…” The masseur replied, as if it were the most common occurrence—or maybe it actually was, in this “studio”…
The ineluctable evidence of Ash’s arousal was sidelined for the moment being, as the masseur proceeded business-as-usual, polishing up the broad slabs Ash had for pecs and his pale, blushing nipples that were almost the same color as the rest of him.
“You have such a nice body…” the masseur suddenly remarked.
“Thanks…” Ash muttered. His pulse began to race, for he sensed things taking a turn—a turn he wanted.
“You go to gym a lot?” The masseur pressed on.
“Yeah, but mostly for training.” Ash gave a half-answer.
“Oh?” But that piqued his masseur’s curiosity. As he kept moving his oily palms over Ash’s pink nipples, which were not insensitive, he continued probing: “Training for…”
“Ugh, the decathlon…” Ash fessed up with bated breath—it was as if his nipples had some unseen connection to his cock, and the more the masseur teased his upper body, the more enthusiastically his lower body responded, quite literally aching to have its own turn to be caressed and handled…
“I see…” the masseur pretended he didn’t see Ash’s throbbing manhood rearing its head beneath the towel. “Wow, no wonder…”
Ash couldn’t take it anymore, and thought the masseur ought to stop acting like he wasn’t there to make horny bastards like Ash nut their brains out, so he decided to take matters into his own hands: He simply tugged at one corner of the towel, and the thing dropped to the floor, forcing the masseur to come face to face with his young Western client’s big white schlong, which, apparently, had been leaking pre-cum that now formed a little sticky strand from Ash’s piss slit to the spot right below his navel…
The masseur glanced at Ash’s cock then at him, and Ash looked him back right in the eye—he hated being this desperate and pathetic, but he was also confident that the dude would know exactly what to do…
“You want me to…” The masseur gestured at Ash’s leaky tool and didn’t finish his sentence.
Ash merely nodded.
The masseur then walked around to the side of the massage table—to Ash’s right—and rubbed his hands together ceremoniously, as if warming himself up for the job.
“Fuck…” Ash gasped as the man finally wrapped one greasy hand around his circumcised dome, and tugged on his nut sac with the other.
“Big cock…” The masseur exclaimed under his breath as he commenced stroking Ash’s stiff prick, easing into a steady rhythm.
But Ash wanted more, so he commanded the guy: “Put both hands on it… Yeah just like that…”
Not only did the masseur know his way around wearied jock muscles, but he evidently also knew his way around a cock—he was performing all sorts of tricks on Ash, from good old-fashioned jerking with one hand on top of another, back-handed tugs with one hand around the base, to the “endless tunnel” where one hand continuously replaced the other in a single direction, and the “fire starter” where the cock head was squeezed and rubbed rapidly…
Ash’s favorite though, was when the guy bent his cock forward until it would go no further, and just let it snap back onto Ash’s tummy with a nasty, heavy splat… He did that over and over, until Ash could feel the sweet pressure to blow mount inside him.
“Ugh, you’re getting me close…” Ash announced, with his hands thrown behind his head just watching his massive dong get played with.
“You want to cum?” The masseur asked, more eagerly than he should have, as if he were the one about to shoot a load.
“Yeah but kinda no…” Ash didn’t know what he was saying anymore—like of course he wanted to finally bust everywhere after a full week of abstinence, but at the same time he was being serviced so nicely that he didn’t want it to be over so soon…
The masseur sensed his ambivalence.
“Here…” He set down Ash’s cock gingerly for a minute, like it was a particularly expensive piece of machinery, and from a nearby drawer produced a jade hoop—too big to be a ring, but just a tad too small to be a bangle, so there was really only one place it could go on…
“Let me show you this…” The masseur said as he fit the thing around the base of Ash’s shaft and around his balls, which was blushing in the same lovely pink shade as his nipples.
“What does it do?” It wasn’t as if Ash didn’t know what a cock ring was, but he had a distinct feeling that this one was special, with something to do with Chinese tai chi or some other oriental bull—in fact, he already felt different, like the jade ring was somehow stemming the flow of energy inside him, so that even he was just as turned-on as, if not more than, before, now he didn’t feel so pressured to shoot his spunk immediately.
“It helps you control your chi…” The masseur explained.
“Yeah, I can feel it…” Ash didn’t know what the fuck chi was, but he got the gist. See? He was right, the dude was some kind of kung fu master after all.
“And take this…” The masseur held out a little brown snuffbox-type trinket.
“Is that poppers?”
“No,” the masseur chuckled: “It’s better…”
Ash should probably not take strange Chinese drugs in a strange Chinese man’s home, but he was feeling adventurous and, above all, too aroused to think straight; so, just like he would poppers, he pressed one nostril shut and inhaled from the snuffbox—
“Whoa…”
At first Ash felt a little light in the head and all warm and fuzzy, but then it really hit: everything came into focus and all his chakra and chi or whatever the hell it was inside him went straight to his cock and stayed concentrated there, so that he became so hard it almost hurt.
“How do you feel?” The masseur asked.
“Like…” Ash considered it briefly before deciding: “Like I wanna fuck something, Jesus…”
Once again the masseur chuckled: “Yes, you look like the type who likes to fuck…”
With that, the masseur dropped his pants, down to a black jock strap that fit him snugly, and before Ash knew it, he had hopped up nimbly onto the massage table and was straddling him over his loins.
“You want to fuck me?” The way it was put forth to Ash was so direct as to be slightly comical, and the guy was at least fifteen years outside of Ash’s preferred age bracket—but Ash was under the dual influence of the jade cock ring and whatever he just inhaled, not to mention the dude did have a nice rack for his age, and so Ash nodded, stupidly.
Supporting himself with one hand only, the masseur lowered himself onto Ash’s oil-slick fuck-piston, which was when Ash saw the guy’s eyes roll back and his mouth hang agape as he gasped, “Ah, you’re big…”
“It’s in though…” Ash egged him on, watching the progress, all agog. “Yeah, just keep going…”
“Ooh!”
The two guys let out a simultaneous moan of both surprise and relief when the masseur eventually sat himself all the down on Ash’s bona fide meat train. The guy was tight for his age—almost as tight as the Asian bottom twinks that Ash had a penchant for.
“C’mon, ride that cock!” Ash commanded, and the other man did not need to be told twice before he began to undulate his hips, pulling himself partway off Ash’s cock before slide-slamming it back in to the hilt, over and over, until the rim of his hole creamed up.
“Fuck! Looking at you creaming my cock!” Ash exclaimed. Being ridden was nice, but now Ash truly wanted to just fuck, so he sat up, climbed off the massage table, rotated his fuck-toy-du-jour ninety degrees, and pointed his fat-rimmed mushroom head at the guy’s winking, creamy pucker.
“You want my cock inside you?” Ash asked, though he already knew the answer.
“Yeah, put it inside me…” The masseur concurred with an ugly scowl on his face.
“Alright, let’s see how well you can take it…” Ash mumbled as he dipped himself back into his slot, and burst into a quick fit of athletic thrusts that made the old geezer whimper like a girl.
“Yeah, you like white cock?”
All Ash could hear was his thighs slapping against the masseur’s ass and the dude’s painful but pleased whinnies, but he wanted an answer.
“Look at me,” Ash thus demanded: “You like this big white cock in your ass?”
“Yes, I do…” The masseur finally nodded and replied. “I love it…”
“Alright, I’m gonna breed you now…” Ash announced—he wasn’t asking for permission, rather simply informing the other guy of his intention. With a few more powerful pumps, Ash was finally ready to give up his weeklong backlog of jizz, as he growled, “Ugh fuck, I’m gonna… Ugh!”
It was a bone-shudderingly good nut—the kind that made you pant and hiss despite yourself.
When it was all over, Ash unplugged his cock, still hard, from the masseur’s used hole and watched his thick, creamy-white splooge flood out and make a mess on the massage table and the floor…
The masseur, in turn, was still holding himself up by the back of his knees, seemingly anticipating, and remarked, “You’re still hard…”
It was true, and Ash had a feeling he knew why, so he wrested his cock and balls out of the jade ring—sure enough, blood started to drain away from his cock and Ash began to feel like himself again.
“You don’t want second round?” The masseur asked hopefully.
“Nah…” Ash handed back the mystical, chi-regulating jade cock ring, still trying to catch his breath. “Let’s not overdo it.”
