The Chinese Massage
by: justjames17

(© 2009 by the author)

 

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I was shopping in my usual strip center, when I saw this amazingly handsome Asian bloke cross the road ahead of me, I watched him as he dashed between the traffic and disappeared towards where the two banks were. The vision of his tight jeans with those moving mounds of muscle as he ran was a huge turn on; he had a superb arse to say the least. I continued on shopping and was returning to the bus stop when I saw him again, this time he was standing on the edge of the footpath and as I approached him he spoke. He smiled handed me a brochure and said, "Would you be interested in having a free introductory Chinese massage?"

I stopped in my tracks lost in the extreme beauty of his face; so smooth with a golden shine, his dark almost black eyes glistened in the afternoon light as he looked at me, his face entranced me and I stood there like a zombie looking into those deep dark orbs. I finally recovered my senses and smiled at him, "Who is giving the massage, I hope its you."

As soon as I spoke I mentally kicked myself for making such a comment, he didn't bat an eyelid just smiled and said, "If that is your wish, yes I'll give you the massage but I'm only a trainee my uncle is the master."

I nearly passed out at his words and he saw me sway reached out and put his hand on my arm steadying me, his touch almost electrocuted me, the feel of his hand was incredibly arousing. He spoke softly, "Would you like to follow me, it's just through the door and up those stairs."

I looked across and saw the open door leading to the top floor of the building above the dress shop, nodding still unsure of my voice he smiled that devastating smile and took my elbow ushering me into the building and up the stairs. We reached the top floor and he showed me into a room where a massage table was set up, an older Oriental man came in and bowed to me I returned the bow and the young man spoke in Chinese to him. The man listened then smiled looking at me then bowed and retreated from the room, I was asked to remove my jumper, shirt and trousers before getting onto the table, I now knew why my mum always said to wear clean undies when leaving home.

I settled on the table my heart thumping in my chest with anticipation as the lad moved around preparing for my massage, he oiled his hands and stood alongside the table warming them before he placed them on my bare flesh. The first touch nearly had me hitting the ceiling, the feel of his magical hands raced through my body zinging in my brain. I gasped he chuckled and continued moving kneading, rubbing, poking, pulling and pummeling my recumbent body. I was hard as steel, my stiffy trapped between my body and the table cushion, I could feel the dampness of my pre cum on my belly as I lay there trembling with suppressed emotions.

He continued manipulating my body and I felt the tenseness departing from my limbs, he took my right arm in his hands holding it against his torso as he worked on my muscles, I could feel the heat of his tight body and the friction of his clothing n my bare flesh. I moaned softly and bit my tongue to stop giving away how much I was enjoying his actions, he was humming softly as he worked, some strange Asian tune. He finished doing my back, neck and arms then began attacking my buttocks, I moaned again as his hands groped and spread my buttocks through my briefs, my hard on throbbed like crazy.

He whispered in my ear, "Can I pull off your underwear?"

I was putty in his hands and nodded as if in a daze, "Mmmm yes if you need to."

He pulled them down and I lifted my hips to free them, the waistband hooked on my incredibly hard horn halting their removal, I groaned aloud as he tugged on them before he slid his hand under me and felt where they were caught. He giggled delightfully, "My you are so excited sir."

I blushed and moaned as he lifted the material of my aching boner and slid the underpants down my shaking legs and tossing them over on my clothes. He worked my arse after slicking my buttocks with oil, dribbling some into my crack then ran his finger along my hot sweaty crevice and over my tightly pursed arse lips. I jerked on the table he giggled and continued the assault rubbing back and forth while I moaned and trembled. He knew I was enjoying his actions and I looked down at his tight jeans to see his dick pointing down the right leg as stiff as a peg, my hand crept down to feel his incredible hardness and I squeezed it. He gurgled and in reaction his long middle finger sliced it's way inside my rectum making me grunt then gasp as it wriggled in my chute.

His bone hard tool throbbed in my grasp, I moaned and rubbed it he fingered me feverishly, I unzipped his fly and extracted his dark brown stiffy working the fleshy hood back and forth over his pale mauve cock head. He groaned, "Ooooh! I need to cum so badly."

I said, "Cum in me get on top and do me I'm so hot and horny."

He quickly stripped off and I watched every move drooling as his muscular taut body was exposed to my view, he was as molten hot as I thought, muscles rippled and bulged sensuously as he removed his clothing then he climbed up onto the table between my legs. He pushed me onto my knees, my arse up and ready, he clutched my hips and moved close bringing his hot knob into contact with my eager egress. In one swift lunge he speared my ring driving his lusty log deep up my trembling twot. I gasped, "Aaaah," then "Mmmm," followed by "Ooooh."

His manhood filled me to the brim as he ground his hard hips against my soft arse cheeks driving my breath from my lungs; I bit down on my forearm to ease the pain in my arse as he pulled me against him. We stayed locked together until he felt me relax then he slowly pulled his dong back little by little sliding sensuously back his flange exciting my hard nub sending a shock through my insides and juice dribbling from my cock. In and out he moved, that amazing muscle rubbed and stirred my gland with each movement. Moans of delirium filled my ears as we both showed our delight, I felt him grow inside me, his dick swelled and stretched as it pulsed again and again before bathing my innards in hot Asian sperm.

His climax filling my bowels made me feel incredibly hot, perspiration dripped from my flushed face and my body glistened as did his, he trembled and pulsed, I spurted and throbbed emptying my aching gonads in four huge gushes flooding the table with goo. He clung on my back his shaking hands wrapped around me clinging to my heaving belly as I gasped for air, his hot breath warmed my ear and his thick black hair tickled the nape of my neck. I slowly collapsed down onto the table under his limp weight until I was prone lying on a puddle of my own sperm. We slowly came back to earth and he groaned, "Ooooh thanks that was incredibly hot, I really enjoyed massaging you."

I gurgled and replied, "Guurgh! Me too it was totally rad."

He hugged me and kissed my hot sweaty shoulder, "I'd love to massage you again, no charge of course."

I smiled and replied, "Anytime you'd like is fine with me."

He climbed off me and I felt the cool air on my hot sweaty back causing me to shiver, "Can I have your phone number?"

I grinned and gave it to him, he jotted it down then grabbed a clean towel and wiped down my wet leaking arse before rolling me over and sitting me up to clean off my juice but first he licked my belly to taste me, "Nice, tastes different to mine though."

He cleaned me and the table up then helped me dress, he walked me down to the street again and before we exited he hugged me and we kissed softly, "Hope that keeps you going till next time."

I walked out into the pedestrian traffic and waved back to him as he again took up position with his pamphlets.

The end.

 

Posted: 08/14/09