A Story: Taipei Temptations

[abcwater]

It was the third day of my solo trip in Taiwan, and three days of non-stop walking around was taking a toll on my body. I could feel the effects of all that exploring in every muscle, and I was in desperate need of a good massage. I’d always been intrigued by the idea of a massage where I could choose my preferred masseur, and Taiwan seemed like the perfect place to finally try it out.

 

After a quick and refreshing shower, I leaned back on the hotel bed, reached for my phone by the bedside, and typed “gay massage in Taipei” into the browser. To my delight, there were quite a few services near my hotel in Ximen. Even better, many of them offered out-call services, so I wouldn’t even have to leave the comfort of my room if I didn’t want to. Many also offered a range of services, from hair removal and body scrubs to various types of massages.

After a bit of browsing, I stumbled upon a site featuring sporty men offering pressure point, oil massage, and body-to-body services. The prices were reasonable too. One model’s portfolio caught my eye: he was younger than me, around my height at 1.72 metres, and weighed about 75 kilograms. His photos showed off a nicely muscled physique with fairly visible abs. Many comments raved about his gentle demeanour and his massage skills. What caught my attention and piqued my interest though, were comments about his, uh, impressive package.

I chuckled to myself, thinking, "Well, I have to see if the reviews are true. Haha."

[mate69]

Love TW.

[radiusulnar]

Body scrub out call at hotel would be quite messy unless they bring a portable bed / plastic sheets.

[K._]

Hope it’s a happy ending story 🙂.. yes, pun intended lol

Edited July 14 by K._

[abcwater]

The schedule for models on the website showed he was available the next evening, and my itinerary was pretty flexible, so I decided to go ahead and book him. This would be my first time using the LINE app business account, which I thought had more features than that of WhatsApp. Booking the appointment was straightforward: a quick chat with the service agent, providing some details, and confirming the time. The business didn’t have a physical storefront, so the massage location was only provided after my appointment was confirmed.

 

The next day flew by with more sightseeing and sampling of local cuisine, soaking in every bit of what Taipei had to offer. But in the back of my mind, I was also anticipating my evening plans. I’d done my homework and pinned the massage location on Google Maps. It was just a few metro stops away from my hotel and a short walk from the station. Forty-five minutes before my appointment, I left my room and made my way over, my heart beating a little faster with each step.

After exiting the metro station, as I walked along the main road, I noticed that most of the roads and paths were dimly lit, which added to my apprehension about trying this for the first time. The occasional flickering streetlight didn’t help calm my nerves. "Just my luck," I thought, "I hope I don't end up in some dodgy place." The bustling noises of the city felt oddly distant, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of venturing into the unknown.

I cut through a wet market that was already closed for the day, relying on Google Maps to guide me through what appeared to be a shortcut. The market stalls, now empty and silent, cast eerie shadows that seemed to stretch longer as I walked. Once vibrant with activity and the chatter of vendors, the market now lay dormant, its spirit subdued in the twilight. The usual hustle and bustle of the city faded into a muffled background, replaced by the faint rustling of plastic sheets and the distant hum of traffic. It was a stark contrast to the lively streets I had grown accustomed to during the day.

 

I hurried through, the echoing footsteps of my own adding to the surreal atmosphere. "Great, just great," I muttered under my breath.

[Gentleman]

you're a great story-teller. now, please continue.

[abcwater]

My mind raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. What if the place was sketchy? What if the photos were misleading? As I finally emerged from the other end of the market, I took a deep breath, relieved to be out in the open again. The familiar sounds of the city gradually returned, pulling me back into the present. Google Maps indicated that I was near, and I could see that the location I was heading to was an apartment building in the distance, its facade blending in with the surrounding buildings. It looked decent enough, but my nerves were still on edge.

 

As I finally reached the apartment building that resembled an office complex, I took a deep breath and glanced around. The building had a sleek glass facade and doors that required card access. I could see the lobby within, modern and well-lit, but I was quite sure I wouldn’t be able to get in on my own. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, I pulled out my phone and messaged through the app, letting them know I was outside and describing my outfit so the masseur could find me easily.

The service agent replied almost immediately, acknowledging my message. Even with this prompt response, the seconds felt like hours as I waited for my masseur. Someone walked over, disregarded the "No smoking" sign on the wall and lit up a cigarette. The smell wafted uncomfortably close as I shifted anxiously on the bench, trying to ignore the distraction and focus on the upcoming experience.

Despite the delay and the unexpected company, I reminded myself that this was part of the adventure — a story to tell once the nerves settled and the massage began. Would the experience live up to the reviews? I was about to find out.

[aquaman_81]

Looking forward to your next sharing. 😉

[abcwater]

My eyes darted around, taking in the quiet surroundings. An occasional car or pedestrian passed by, but the street was mostly empty. I glanced at my phone. It was soon past the appointment time, and a wave of doubt washed over me. I checked the app again, hoping for an indication of what was to happen next. No new messages. My nerves began to creep back, the earlier excitement now mixed with a tinge of frustration.

"He is probably just running late," I thought, trying to reassure myself. "After all, the service agent pushed the appointment time back by thirty minutes when confirming the appointment." I considered sending another message but decided to give it a few more minutes. While I waited, I noticed two other men being led into the building by guys with sporty physiques and dashing good looks. It seemed some of the apartment units were rented or bought as business venues for services like this. Do the residents know?

Seeing the others, whom I assumed were also masseurs and their clients, eased my nerves a bit. "At least I’ve got the right place and I’m not the only one," I thought, and went back to staring at my phone. Just as I was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong, the glass door of the apartment building opened, and a young man in a loose tee, bermudas and track shoes stepped out. Relief washed over me as I recognised the familiar physique from the photos — muscular and confident. He approached with a reassuring smile.

Holding on to a bunch of keys and key tags, he walked towards me with a smile as I stood up to meet him. "Hi, I'm Alex," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Sorry about the delay. Ready to go up?".

Edited July 24 by abcwater

[aftereightme]

10 hours ago, abcwater said:

My eyes darted around, taking in the quiet surroundings. An occasional car or pedestrian passed by, but the street was mostly empty. I glanced at my phone. It was soon past the appointment time, and a wave of doubt washed over me. I checked the app again, hoping for an indication of what was to happen next. No new messages. My nerves began to creep back, the earlier excitement now mixed with a tinge of frustration.

"He is probably just running late," I thought, trying to reassure myself. "After all, the service agent pushed the appointment time back by thirty minutes when confirming the appointment." I considered sending another message but decided to give it a few more minutes. While I waited, I noticed two other men being led into the building by guys with sporty physiques and dashing good looks. It seemed some of the apartment units were rented or bought as business venues for services like this. Do the residents know?

Seeing the others, whom I assumed were also masseurs and their clients, eased my nerves a bit. "At least I’ve got the right place and I’m not the only one," I thought, and went back to staring at my phone. Just as I was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong, the glass door of the apartment building opened, and a young man in a loose tee, bermudas and track shoes stepped out. Relief washed over me as I recognised the familiar physique from the photos — muscular and confident. He approached with a reassuring smile.

Holding on to a bunch of keys and key tags, he walked towards me with a smile as I stood up to meet him. "Hi, I'm Alex," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Sorry about the delay. Ready to go up?".

a bunch of keys 🔑 BSDM ... enjoy the whipping, wax candling, fisting, ... but be safe and know which key to unlock 🔑 and don't lost the RIGHT KEY

 

[aftereightme]

On 7/24/2024 at 10:34 PM, abcwater said:

My eyes darted around, taking in the quiet surroundings. An occasional car or pedestrian passed by, but the street was mostly empty. I glanced at my phone. It was soon past the appointment time, and a wave of doubt washed over me. I checked the app again, hoping for an indication of what was to happen next. No new messages. My nerves began to creep back, the earlier excitement now mixed with a tinge of frustration.

"He is probably just running late," I thought, trying to reassure myself. "After all, the service agent pushed the appointment time back by thirty minutes when confirming the appointment." I considered sending another message but decided to give it a few more minutes. While I waited, I noticed two other men being led into the building by guys with sporty physiques and dashing good looks. It seemed some of the apartment units were rented or bought as business venues for services like this. Do the residents know?

Seeing the others, whom I assumed were also masseurs and their clients, eased my nerves a bit. "At least I’ve got the right place and I’m not the only one," I thought, and went back to staring at my phone. Just as I was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong, the glass door of the apartment building opened, and a young man in a loose tee, bermudas and track shoes stepped out. Relief washed over me as I recognised the familiar physique from the photos — muscular and confident. He approached with a reassuring smile.

Holding on to a bunch of keys and key tags, he walked towards me with a smile as I stood up to meet him. "Hi, I'm Alex," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Sorry about the delay. Ready to go up?".

go up to do what? narrate your exciting story to us leh

[abcwater]

I nodded, grateful that the wait was over, and followed behind Alex as he walked back towards the building. He effortlessly opened the glass door with one of the key tags and gestured for me to enter. As we headed across the lobby and towards the elevator, I felt my earlier apprehensions melt away. The clean, professional setting was reassuring, and Alex’s presence was comforting.

When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, I followed Alex through a narrow and poorly lit corridor that wouldn't have looked out of place in a horror movie. However, my anxiety was quickly dispelled as soon as we reached the apartment unit. The door swung open to reveal a clean, tastefully decorated space, warmly lit and inviting.

As I stepped into the room, Alex offered me slippers, a gesture reflecting the Taiwanese habit of wearing them indoors. Walking around in soft, cushioned slippers not only keeps the floors spotless but also enhances the overall comfort of the environment. This practice, common in many Asian countries, emphasises hygiene and relaxation, making me feel instantly at ease as I prepare for my massage.

"Would you like to take a shower before we begin?" Alex asked, his tone friendly and accommodating.

"I already had one before I came," I replied.

"You can take one again if you'd like. There's also mouthwash you can use," he suggested as he began to organise his things.

“Mouthwash?” I mused as I entered the bathroom. “So there might be kissing involved too?”

[Naveyafluz]

Can't wait to read your full encounters.

[abcwater]

Entering the small bathroom for the first time, I was immediately struck by the unfamiliar setup. True enough, there was a bottle of mouthwash placed near the sink. The space was compact, with neatly arranged toiletries lining the shelves, clean towels and a modest shower facility in one corner. Stepping into the shower area, I felt the initial chill of the tiles underfoot. It took me a few moments of tentative experimentation to decipher the labels and dials on the water heater needed to get the hot water flowing.

I took a quick yet satisfying shower, the warm water a welcome relief as it cascaded over my skin. The unfamiliar environment quickly became a haven of comfort, the simple act of washing transforming into a moment of tranquillity and renewal. With the shower complete, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower area. Feeling refreshed and invigorated, I reached for a towel. Standing in front of the sink as I dried myself, I contemplated using the mouthwash.

"Carpe diem," I thought with a grin. As I unscrewed the cap of the mouthwash, I couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of experiences that had led me here. Each moment had been a discovery, a new chapter in a story that was still unfolding. And now, standing in this small, unfamiliar bathroom, I felt a sense of anticipation bubbling up inside me.

Swishing the mouthwash, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. This trip had done something to me, something more than just a change of scenery. It had awakened a curiosity, a hunger for new experiences that I hadn't felt in years. "Carpe diem," I reminded myself again, savouring the refreshing burn of the mouthwash.

I spat out the mouthwash and rinsed my mouth. Tonight, Taiwan was about to show me something new.

[Guest Guest]

Please just go straight to action.🥱

[abcwater]

Wrapping a towel around my lower half, I emerged from the bathroom feeling more relaxed and ready for the massage.

 

"Where can I leave my clothes?" I asked, stepping out into the main area of the apartment.

 

"You can just leave them on the rack beside the door," Alex answered, while he continued to get the massage bed and surrounding area ready.

 

I followed his instructions, hanging my clothes neatly on the rack. Unsure of what to do next, I took a sip of water from my bottle and glanced around the tastefully decorated room. A comfortable massage bed beckoned invitingly, positioned strategically for relaxation. Alex, now in just a pair of briefs, was setting a bottle of massage oil down onto the small table beside the massage bed.

 

Feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity, I approached the massage bed and sat down, waiting for further instructions from Alex.

 

“Ready to get started?” he asked, his voice warm and reassuring.

 

“It’s my first time doing this, I’m not sure what I am expected to do,” I admitted, a hint of nervousness in my voice.

 

“Lie on the massage bed face down,” Alex replied with a reassuring smile.

 

“Here, my glasses,” I said, taking a deep breath as I got ready to position myself on the massage bed.

 

Taking my glasses and placing them on the small table, Alex responded, “Just relax and make yourself comfortable.”

 

“But first, you’ll have to remove that towel.”

[radiusulnar]

The forum getting more interesting reads like this recently. 

[Naveyafluz]

So impatient to wait for the rest of the story, but still have to wait patiently 

[abcwater]

1 hour ago, Naveyafluz said:

So impatient to wait for the rest of the story, but still have to wait patiently 

You can read my other story while waiting

[abcwater]

A bit flustered, I nodded, removed the towel and handed it to him. I then lay down on the bed, face down, feeling the soft sheets against my skin. The room's gentle music and calming scents enveloped me, helping to ease any remaining tension. I felt Alex’s strong hands on my back, starting the massage off with long, strong strokes. His touch was firm yet soothing, expertly working through the tightness in my muscles.

 

His fingers pressed into the muscles of my lower back with just the right amount of pressure. Gradually, he moved upwards, each stroke methodically releasing the tension I didn’t even realise I was holding. The warmth from his hands radiated through my skin, sending waves of relaxation throughout my body. Occasionally, his fingers would brush against my inner thighs and my balls, and I was getting a little aroused from his touch.

 

Alex's technique was masterful; he alternated between kneading and gliding strokes, ensuring every part of my back received attention. Deciding to break the silence, I said, “So… What usually happens? Will the whole session really last two hours?”

 

“The dry massage will take about an hour, followed by a body-to-body oil massage and a shower,” Alex replied factually.

 

“Body-to-body…” While I knew that was part of the package I signed up for, images were now forming in my head, vivid and compelling.

 

I willed myself back to reality. “I suppose you have a day job? How often do you do this then?” I asked, trying to focus on the conversation.

 

“Yes, I do have a day job. I rush home for a shower and then head over here as soon as work ends. I usually do this on weekday evenings and Sundays.”

 

As Alex's hands continued to work their magic, I decided to keep the conversation going. “With your tight schedule, I guess you drive?”

 

“I have a scooter actually,” Alex said. “Almost everyone uses them here. They’re perfect for weaving through traffic and getting to places quickly.”

 

Pressing into another knot, Alex continued. “A scooter gives you this incredible sense of freedom. You can explore narrow alleyways, find hidden spots, and just go wherever the road takes you. It’s a part of the culture that I really enjoy.”

 

“It's a pity I can’t drive. That sounds like something I’d love to try if I could.”

 

As he reached my upper back, his thumbs pressed into the muscles with a firm, unwavering pressure that immediately zeroed in on the stubborn knots nestled around my shoulder blades. I let out a quiet moan, the relief and release of tension so palpable that I couldn't help but express it.

 

Each movement deliberate and precise, Alex’s technique was impeccable, as if he could see exactly where the tension resided beneath my skin. He alternated between broad, sweeping strokes to warm the muscles and focussed, circular motions to knead out the knots, his thumbs working tirelessly to coax my muscles into a state of blissful surrender.

 

Even though Alex was working on my back, he had not forgotten about teasing me below my waist, sporadically providing attention to my almost fully hard member.

[abcwater]

“Have you travelled anywhere interesting recently, Alex?”

 

“Yes I did,” he said, his fingers pressing into a particularly stubborn knot. “I just got back from Japan. The air ticket prices were surprisingly affordable, so I couldn’t resist.”

 

“Japan? That sounds amazing! I’ve always wanted to go there. How was it?”

 

“Incredible,” Alex replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “I visited Tokyo and Kyoto. The food, the culture, the sights — all breathtaking.”

 

“Sounds like a dream trip. I don’t travel much; this is one of the rare trips I've taken.”

 

“It’s good that you decided to give this a try while you’re here, then,” Alex said, his hands moving skillfully over my muscles. “I was in Japan for just a week, but it was enough to get a good feel for the place.”

 

“If you ever travel there, definitely try the local food, and don’t be afraid to explore off the beaten path,” Alex advised. “There’s so much to see and do beyond the typical tourist spots. And if you get the chance, take a dip in an onsen. It’s an experience like no other. I definitely want to go back and explore more.”

“You should!” I said, feeling inspired. “It sounded like a really great trip.”

 

“It really was. I hope you get the chance to travel again soon. It’s always worth it.”

 

After thoroughly working on my back, Alex moved to my arms. He started with my right arm, lifting it gently and stretching it out before beginning the massage. His fingers expertly traced the contours of my arm, from the shoulder down to the wrist. He applied firm, even pressure, using his thumbs to work on the muscles along my forearm and upper arm. Working on my arms gave him easier access to my tool, and Alex was really doing a good job at teasing it, the sexual arousal adding to the intimacy and sensuality of the whole experience.

 

He repeated the process with my left arm, ensuring both sides received equal care and attention. The repetitive motions were hypnotic, lulling me into a state of deep relaxation. The gentle, methodical pressure was soothing, and I felt myself drifting further into a serene, almost dreamlike state. I think I dozed off at some point, as the expertly delivered massage, combined with my exhaustion from the days of exploring, seemed to have taken its toll.

 

Alex was now standing in front of me, working on my shoulders, using his palms to apply broad, sweeping strokes. He pressed into the muscles with his thumbs, working out the knots that had accumulated from work, the gym, and this trip. The tension melted away, and I could feel my shoulders loosen with each stroke. With him within easy reach of my arms, and me feeling more relaxed and less inhibited from the ongoing massage and our short exchanges, I decided to be more proactive.

 

Not knowing if it was appropriate to put what I was thinking into action, I asked, “Can I touch you?”

[abcwater]

He paused for a moment, then gently took my right hand and placed it on his butt. Understanding the unspoken invitation, I mirrored the action with my left hand, softly caressing both cheeks. Although he still had his briefs on, I could feel the warmth and firmness, adding an unexpected layer of intimacy to the massage. Despite the new dynamic, he continued his skilled movements, working out the tension in my muscles while I gently stroked the back of his thighs.

 

My heart raced with anticipation of what could happen next. The excitement of doing something like this for the first time was keeping my mind in a constant state of exhilaration and my dick at attention.

 

Moving to my neck, Alex used his fingers to apply gentle but firm pressure, targeting the base of my skull and the sides of my neck. His touch was both soothing and invigorating, as he kneaded the muscles and released the tension that had built up from hours of walking and sightseeing. The rhythmic motions of his fingers lulled me into a state of tranquillity, making me feel weightless and free.

 

"Turn over," Alex prompted, waiting patiently as I complied. Reluctantly, I turned, feeling a little shy that the lower part of my body was now exposed.

 

Alex kept his focus and transitioned to a head massage. He began with slow, circular motions on my scalp, using his fingertips to apply a gentle massage. The soothing pressure sent waves of relaxation through my body, melting away tension and replacing it with profound calm. His expert fingers created a rhythmic, tingling sensation that radiated down my neck and shoulders.

 

"How long will we be in this position? Can I wear my glasses so I can see you better?" I asked.

 

"It won't be for long," he replied. "We'll be done with this in a while, and then you'll be facing down again for the next part."

 

Alex soon finished and walked to the other end of the massage bed.

 

"How is it so far?" Alex asked.

 

"It's good," I replied, still half-dazed from the deeply relaxing experience. "Honestly, I did not expect it to be this proper. Do you have any massage certification?"

 

"I don’t actually," he said. "The seniors would go to classes and pass on their skills to us."

 

"I see. You must have been doing this for quite a while then?"

 

"A few years, just earning some additional income while I am young."

 

The next thing I felt was oil, or maybe lubricant, being poured and applied on my back. One hand spread the oil smoothly, while the other, slick with oil, expertly glided up and down my shaft, which was now sticking out from under me.

[abcwater]

Alex, with the finesse of a seasoned artist, leaned forward, his body now a warm, firm presence against my back. The contact was electric. His skin, slick with oil, sliding against mine in a dance of friction and fluidity. I could feel his chest pressing against me, and each breath he took was a gentle wave of warmth that cascaded down my spine.

 

His hands, still working their magic, now guided his body in a rhythmic motion. The sensation was like being enveloped by a living, breathing blanket of heat and muscle. I could feel every contour of his physique — the firmness of his abdomen, the strength in his thighs — as they aligned with mine, creating a symphony of touch.

 

Then came the nibbling, delicate and teasing, on my earlobes. Each nibble sent a shiver through me, a direct line of sensation from ear to every nerve ending. Alex's breath, hot and deliberate, brushed against my cheek.

 

The room seemed to shrink, the world outside fading to a mere suggestion, as the only reality was the sliding, the pressing, the breathing. Alex's movements were both a promise and a fulfilment, each rub, each glide, a testament to the unspoken language of bodies communicating in the most primal of ways.

 

Lost in the luxurious assault on my senses, each touch, each breath, each nibble wove a tapestry of pleasure that was as much about the give as it was about the take. In this moment, the massage was not just a service but a shared experience — a dance of two bodies in perfect, albeit temporary, harmony.

 

Almost as abruptly as it started, Alex got off me, turned me to my side, and began to expertly work on my tool which had stayed rock hard the whole time.

 

“Is this the highlight of the massage?” I asked.

 

“Not yet,” he replied with a grin. “We’re not done with the massage.”

[abcwater]

Back in the supine position, I could now see that Alex was naked, with a sizable dick that was semi-hard. He climbed on the massage table, straddling over the lower half of my body, and gyrated in that position while flexing his arms. A pity I couldn’t see clearly without my glasses. 

 

“We’ll probably be in this position for a while? Could you pass me my glasses please?” I requested sheepishly. 

 

Alex reached over to the side table, lifted my glasses and handed them over with a nod.

 

Adjusting my glasses, I asked, “By the way, how often do you go to the gym?”

 

“Every day,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “I usually head there right after the evening massage sessions. It’s part of my routine before I head home for the night.”

 

“Wow, that’s impressive,” I said, genuinely impressed. “It must take a lot of dedication.”

 

He shrugged slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. “I suppose it’s a requirement of this job. Staying in shape helps me perform better. Plus, I really do enjoy working out.”

 

“I can see that. It’s amazing how you manage to balance both.”

 

“Being fit helps me maintain strength and endurance, which is crucial for delivering a good massage. Plus, the physical activity is a nice counterbalance to the hours spent in a more stationary position at work.”

 

I felt a sense of vulnerability and anticipation as Alex began to work on the front of my body. He started at my shoulders, his strong, skilled hands kneading the muscles with just the right amount of pressure. The sensation was both soothing and invigorating, as if he was coaxing the tension out of every fibre.

 

When he reached my chest, his movements were broad and sweeping, as if painting with oils on a canvas. The warmth of his palms contrasted with the coolness of the oil, creating a sensation that was both calming and deeply satisfying. My breath slowed, each exhale releasing more of the tension I had been carrying.

 

His hands continued downward, working my abdomen with circular motions that seemed to soothe not just my muscles but my very soul. It was as if he was unwinding the day's stress like a ball of yarn, each loop bringing a deeper sense of calm.

 

The massage took a turn as Alex's hands, slick with oil, ventured lower. His grip was confident, wrapping around me with a deliberate slowness that was both teasing and commanding. I resisted, not out of reluctance, but to savour the build-up, to prolong the exquisite torture of anticipation.

[abcwater]

Alex, with a knowing smile, continued his ministrations. His hand moved with a rhythm that was both relentless and perfectly tuned to my reactions. The pressure, the speed, all orchestrated to draw me closer to the edge, yet I held back, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

 

As the massage transitioned from therapeutic to something far more intimate, the room filled with only the soft, rhythmic breathing, the occasional whisper of skin against skin, and the thumping of my heartbeat. His grip was perfect, not too tight, yet firm enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through me. Each stroke was measured, his thumb occasionally brushing over the sensitive tip, sending electric shocks of sensation that made me gasp.

 

With Alex now straddling me on the massage table, the heat from his body enveloped me, our most intimate parts pressed together in a slow, sensual grind. His weight pinning me down only heightened the intensity, each slight movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core. The friction between us built gradually, a delicious tease that had me biting my lip to stifle moans.

 

Driven by an urge to reciprocate the overwhelming pleasure, my hands found their way between us, fingers wrapping around him with a tentative yet eager touch. I matched his rhythm, my strokes synchronised with his movements, feeling the pulse of his excitement under my palm. His response was immediate — a sharp intake of breath, a subtle shift of his hips encouraging my touch.

 

Alex's face hovered just inches above mine, his breath warm and quickening. The intimacy was palpable; his eyes, close to mine, revealed the concentration and slight furrow of his brow as he watched my reactions, adjusting his technique with each sigh and shudder I made. It was as if he was reading my body like a book, each page turn a deeper exploration into realms of pleasure I hadn't known existed.

 

I could see the specks of amber in his irises, darkening with desire as he observed my every response. His lips parted slightly, drawing my gaze, and I wondered how they would feel against mine. As if reading my mind, he leaned down, his mouth brushing mine in the lightest of kisses at first — a whisper of contact that left me craving more.

[Guest Jiayi]

Can I know which web did you get him from? 

[abcwater]

Our lips met again, this time with more pressure, as he explored my mouth with tantalising slowness. The kiss deepened, our tongues dancing in rhythm with the motion of his hips. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as we lost ourselves in the kiss. The world narrowed down to just the two of us, our breaths mingling, hearts beating as one in this intimate embrace.

 

His other hand rested on my chest, syncing his movements to the rise and fall of my breath. This connection, this synchronicity, elevated the act beyond the physical—it was a dance of trust and mutual exploration. The warmth of his breath against my ear, his whispers of encouragement, wove a tapestry of intimacy that was as much about emotional connection as it was about physical sensation.

 

In that moment, time seemed to stretch, each second filled with an intensity that was both overwhelming and deeply satisfying. The world outside the room ceased to exist, leaving only us, the oil, and our shared journey towards an inevitable climax that promised to be as much a release as a culmination of our shared intimacy.

 

Finally, the crescendo arrived. My body tensed, every muscle locking in anticipation, a wave of heat surged through me, igniting every nerve ending. I couldn't hold back any longer, the pressure too intense, too exquisite. Instead of a shout, a whisper escaped my lips, "I am very close," the words barely audible, yet carrying the weight of my impending climax. This whisper was both a declaration and a plea, a raw, intimate expression of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

 

Alex, sensing the imminent peak, sat up swiftly. His movements were precise, almost choreographed. He moved to focus on my throbbing erection, now so hard it stood almost vertical, the veins pulsing with each heartbeat, the tip glistening with anticipation, ready to erupt at any moment. His hands, now the centre of my universe, enveloped my shaft with a confidence that spoke of countless sessions, yet this one felt uniquely personal.

[abcwater]

His touch was expert, knowing exactly where to apply pressure, where to stroke, and where to tease. His fingers danced over the sensitive head, sending shivers down my spine, while his other hand worked the base with a firm, rhythmic motion. The shift in focus was like turning up the volume on an already deafening symphony of sensation. Each stroke was a crescendo, pushing me closer to the edge, the room filled with the sounds of my ragged breathing and the slick, wet sounds of his hand moving over me.

 

I arched my back, my body instinctively seeking more contact, more sensation. My hips moved with a rhythm of their own, pumping into Alex's hand that was working hard on my shaft, coaxing every drop of pleasure from me. His grip was perfect; firm yet with a gentleness that spoke of experience and care, guiding me through the waves of my climax.

 

The climax was not just felt but seen, almost theatrical in its display. Ropes of cum arced through the air, a visual symphony of release. Each spurt painted a brief, glistening tableau across my skin and Alex's hand, marking the moment with a physical testament to the pent-up tension now unravelling. The sight was as shocking as it was beautiful, a stark contrast to the controlled environment of the massage room.

 

The room filled with the sounds of my breathing, ragged and heavy, mixed with the softer, more controlled breaths of Alex. He watched, his expression one of professional satisfaction mixed with a hint of personal pride, as if he had orchestrated this symphony of the senses.

 

As the last echoes of my climax faded, the room settled into a new kind of silence, one filled with the aftermath of shared intimacy. Yet, Alex didn't pause. His fingers, now coated in the evidence of my climax, continued to play with the sensitive head, sending aftershocks of pleasure mixed with a sharp, almost unbearable sensitivity.

[abcwater]

In this heightened state, the boundary between pleasure and discomfort blurred, and unexpectedly, I felt the urge to pee. "Please stop. I'm going to pee if you continue doing that," I managed to say, the words stumbling out in a mix of urgency and embarrassment, tinged with the remnants of pleasure still coursing through me.

 

Before I could regain control, a few spurts escaped, the warmth spreading against my skin, a sensation that mixed humiliation with the fading echoes of my climax. The mixture of shame and ecstasy was overwhelming, each drop adding a layer of unexpected vulnerability to the intense pleasure. It was an involuntary act, yet somehow, it felt part of the raw, unfiltered experience Alex had guided me through.

 

After a few spurts, a sense of decorum mixed with embarrassment kicked in. I managed to clench, halting the unexpected flow. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, a reflection of both the climax and the shock of what had just happened. My mind raced, trying to process the mix of sensations, the line between what was supposed to happen and what did.

 

Alex, ever the professional, didn't show any sign of shock or judgement. His demeanour remained calm, his actions deliberate. He reached for a towel with calm efficiency, handing it to me with a gentle, "Here, let's get you cleaned up." His voice was steady, carrying no hint of the awkwardness I felt, serving as an anchor in my sea of swirling emotions.

 

I wiped myself down, the towel absorbing the evidence of both my climax and the unexpected release. Each pass of the towel felt like I was wiping away the physical remnants of our encounter but knew the emotional impact would linger. Alex, meanwhile, had already begun to tidy up the room, his movements efficient yet gentle, respecting the intimacy that still hung in the air.

 

The room filled with the soft sounds of cleaning, the air thick with a mix of oils, sweat, and now a hint of something more personal. Alex's professionalism in this moment was both a relief and a subtle reminder of boundaries, maintaining a sense of normalcy amid the extraordinary. "Take your time," he said softly, his voice breaking the silence, offering me space to compose myself before moving on to whatever came next.

[Donic]

so fake the story

[abcwater]

1 hour ago, Donic said:

so fake the story

Too good to be true?

[Donic]

2 minutes ago, abcwater said:

Too good to be true?

yea, not convincing

[T Gunner]

Since it’s a story, it can be inspired by true event with added creative narratives and artistic elements… personally I enjoyed reading such erotica story than actual movie or drama as it give the reader the freedom to imagine the scene narrated by the author. 

[aftereightme]

2 hours ago, Donic said:

so fake the story

maybe he got an excellent memory to detail all single things otherwise I also agreed it could be fiction 

[Donic]

1 minute ago, aftereightme said:

maybe he got an excellent memory to detail all single things otherwise I also agreed it could be fiction 

yea so erotic, omg but lets give the benefit of doubt

[aftereightme]

3 hours ago, Donic said:

yea so erotic, omg but lets give the benefit of doubt

maybe it is true but chat GPT exaggerated his narration. Awww...

[Donic]

Yea that’s the thing with AI lol 

[abcwater]

I lingered on the massage bed, still processing the whirlwind of sensations. The room, now silent save for the gentle sounds of Alex tidying up, felt like a protective cocoon, a sanctuary from the outside world. My body, tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure, and my breath, each a testament to the intensity of what I'd just experienced, kept me anchored in this moment.

 

The air was thick with the scent of oils and a subtle musk from our encounter, crafting a nearly palpable memory. I observed Alex as he moved with a methodical grace, his movements like those of a dancer in a silent performance. His professionalism offered both comfort and a slight detachment, a reminder that while this was profoundly intimate for me, it was his profession.

 

Closing my eyes, I let the sensations replay — the touch of his hands, the rhythm of his strokes, and how he had danced along the edges of pleasure and pain. It all blurred into a mix of vivid memories and abstract emotions, part of me yearning to keep this moment suspended in time.

 

Alex's voice, gentle yet firm, broke through, "Feeling okay?" His inquiry was simple, yet it carried depth, probing not just my physical state but my emotional one too.

 

"Yeah, just... taking it all in," I responded, my voice echoing as if from far away. I sat up slowly, the room spinning slightly with the motion. Alex handed me a glass of water, his eyes searching for any hint of discomfort or regret.

 

"Here, drink this. It'll help," he said, his voice shifting to a more nurturing tone. I sipped the water, its coolness grounding me. As I handed the glass back, our fingers touched, sparking a small, electric reminder of our connection.

 

"Ready for that shower?" Alex asked, gesturing towards the bathroom, his words both an invitation to cleanse and a gentle push towards normality.

 

I was caught off guard, "Oh, I didn’t know that a shower was part of the package."

 

With a playful wink, Alex took my hand, guiding me off the bed towards the bathroom.

[abcwater]

In the shower, the water cascaded over us, a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of what had just transpired. Alex began to lather me up, his touch a blend of care and teasing. His hands roamed, cleaning yet reigniting the earlier sensations with each soapy stroke.

 

As he focused on my groin, the stimulation was overwhelming. The soapy water and his expert touch sent waves of intense pleasure through me. My legs weakened, the sensation almost too much to bear. In a moment of vulnerability, I leaned into him, my head finding solace on his shoulder.

 

Alex, visibly aroused, continued his teasing, clearly revelling in the sight, sensation, and sounds of our shared pleasure. With my head nestled against him, I experienced a whirlwind of exhaustion and exhilaration. His strong, steady frame offered the support I needed as waves of sensation coursed through me.

 

The intimacy of our position, coupled with his ongoing stimulation, overwhelmed me. Once again, I found myself peeing, the sensation now mingling with the soapy water, creating an odd juxtaposition of cleanliness and raw vulnerability. This time, I completely emptied my bladder, surrendering to the moment.

 

The release was unexpected yet felt strangely liberating. Alex's reaction was not of shock or disgust but of amusement. His touch became gentle, almost comforting. "It's okay," he whispered near my ear, his voice a soothing balm over the sound of the water.

 

In this intimate moment, a playful urge to reciprocate stirred within me. I reached out, touching him, finding his arousal firm yet unyielding. However, with a control that spoke of his experience and stamina, Alex didn't yield. His breath caught, signalling his human response, but he maintained his composure. "Not this time," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement and restraint. His body, disciplined and trained, resisted the pleasure I attempted to coax from him.

 

With a gentle yet firm grip, he guided my hand away, his eyes meeting mine with a look of appreciation and resolve. "I need to keep this professional," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet his eyes held a warmth that softened the rejection.

 

Once satisfied I was clean, Alex quickly rinsed off, his movements efficient. He stepped out, grabbing a towel to briskly dry himself. "Take your time," he said, wrapping the towel around his waist, leaving the bathroom with a professional nod.

[abcwater]

I watched him leave, his figure disappearing behind the fogged glass door, leaving me alone with the steam and the sound of the gentle drizzle from the showerhead. I turned off the water, the sudden silence almost deafening after the earlier intensity.

 

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the shower gel once more, deciding to wash myself again, this time at my own pace. The water, now just a gentle drizzle, felt like a soft caress as I cleaned up, the solitude allowing me to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

 

As I rinsed off, the water carried away not just the soap but also the last vestiges of our shared intimacy. Emerging from the shower, the cool air was a stark contrast to the steamy intimacy of moments before. I dried off, the towel rough against my skin, bringing me back to reality.

 

Back in the room, Alex was already at work, efficiently stripping the massage table of its sheets, his movements swift and practiced.

 

"So, how often do you do this?" I asked, trying to bridge the gap between our intense personal experience and the now routine act of dressing.

 

"Every day, but each session is unique," Alex replied, not looking up but with a tone that suggested a smile. "You're welcome to leave first. I'll need a bit longer to pack up here."

 

I nodded, pulling on my shirt, feeling oddly formal after such an intimate experience. "Thanks, Alex. That was... unexpected," I said, struggling to encapsulate the experience in words.

 

He chuckled, "Glad you enjoyed it. Remember, what happens here, stays here. You don’t have to wait for me. You can just make your way out on your own.”

 

“Ah, yes, ok, sure,” I replied.

 

As I made my way to the door, my mind still in a whirl, I almost walked out when Alex called out, "Hey, don't forget about the payment."

 

"Oh, right, sorry," I laughed nervously, reaching for my wallet. After settling the bill and leaving a generous tip, which Alex reciprocated with a warm hug, I stepped towards the exit, my thoughts drifting to the outside world.

[abcwater]

It wasn't until I was halfway down the hall that I realised the soft, unfamiliar padding under my feet. I looked down to see the cushioned slippers still on my feet. With a sheepish grin, I turned back, knocking lightly before entering.

 

"Forgot something?" Alex asked, an amused look on his face as he held out my sandals.

 

"Yeah, seems like I wanted to take a piece of this place with me," I quipped, quickly swapping the footwear.

 

With my sandals back on, I gave a final nod to Alex, who was now nearly done with his cleanup. "See you around, maybe?"

 

"Take care," he responded, leaving the possibility open but non-committal.

 

With a final nod and a smile, I made my way out of the apartment, feeling lighter and more at ease than I had in days. The city streets felt more vibrant, the air crisper, as if the massage had not only rejuvenated my body but also heightened my senses.

 

As I walked back towards the metro station, I couldn't help but reflect on how this experience had added a unique and memorable chapter to my solo trip in Taiwan. The massage had been more than just a remedy for my tired muscles; it had been a reminder to embrace new experiences and take time for self-care, no matter where I was in the world.

 

With a renewed sense of adventure, I continued exploring Taipei, knowing that I had discovered a special place to unwind and recharge whenever I needed it.

 

== End ==