The spa building appeared at the end of the path. It was a short walk from the rest of the resort, down a path winding through the trees and gardens. The building wasn't visible from the resort but the signs had pointed out the right path and there it was. The surrounding trees made it feel very peaceful and it felt like the spa session had started already. The building was in the local style with a thatched roof being held up by tree branches so that it appeared to float above the walls letting the sea breeze blow through.
Large terracotta pots and stone sculptures surrounded the heavy wooden door. There were no windows on this wall just this large door. It was an impressive heavy door with heavy visible hinges and an ornate door handle. I reached out to open the door just as it swung open by itself. Somebody had been waiting for me and opened the door almost magically as I arrived.
I could see the masseur smiling gently at me. He must have seen the surprised look on my face at the door opening but he just bowed his head slightly and said "welcome". As is the local custom, I slipped off my sandals and left them at the door and stepped through the door. Looking around I discovered that the spa was right on the edge of a small cliff above the ocean. The resort had a winding path down to the beach below and this spa was set right above that. There was no wall in front of me -- just the most amazing view of the ocean and horizon. "Wow" was the only thing I could come up with.
"What an amazing view"
"Yes" smiled the worker, "very beautiful". "You are Mr Mike?" he asked to confirm that I was the right person that had made the booking.
"Yes, I'm Mike" I replied
"My name Wayan" he said. "Welcome for spa treatment -- you have two hour appointment. I happy to meet you"
What a lovely greeting. Wayan smiled gently and let me look around the spa room. There was a massage table set out near the edge of the room with a million-dollar view out to sea. A couple of chairs and a coffee table were the only other furniture in this room.
"Nice to meet you too"
"Mr Mike, you come with me" said Wayan and he indicated a room off to my left. As I moved to this room I heard Wayan close the door and lower a metal bar in to lock it. The spa was small and so I guess it only had one client at a time. The metal bar meant we wouldn't be interrupted. All bookings were made at the resort so there shouldn't be any other guests bumbling their way in to bother us.
The small corridor opened out into a tiled room with a small table, a chair, a mirror leaning on the far wall, a shower arrangement in the corner and a table with towels and a cane basket next to a clothes hangar. Wayan had walked past me to the table with the basket. He pointed to the basket and said "For your things in here. Your clothes can put here" indicating the hangar.
"Must shower first" Wayan told me solemly. He indicated the towel and picked up a piece of material from the table. "Change first then wear this one". The piece of clothing was a simply a strip of material with some ties hanging from the corners. He saw me looking puzzled so he mimed how to wear it and I understood. Put the strip of fabric between your legs and tie around your waist. It would cover me, but leave my legs and butt cheeks bare. Still, when in Rome I thought.
Wayan asked if I was OK and then he quietly left the room leaving me to change. I slipped off the t shirt and shorts and worked out how to tie this underwear. The fabric was only a few centimetres wide but it covered my butt crack and balls so I wasn't naked. I knotted the ties but the whole thing still felt a bit loose and unusual. I turned and saw myself in the mirror. It covered me enough so I didn't feel so vulnerable but I hardly had time to think about it when Wayan reappeared.
"Wow" was once again the only word that came to mind. Wayan had removed his earlier outfit of long baggy black pants and loose batik shirt and was wearing the same strip of fabric as I was. Immediately I felt vulnerable again. He was really nicely built -- not muscly, but not an ounce of fat, smooth everywhere and his brown skin looked flawless. Perfect small nipples stood out on his pecs which were just developed enough to put him in the toned category. He looked a lot better wearing just this flimsy fabric strip than his standard spa outfit. I must have been wide-eyed because Wayan smiled again and dropped his head a little. He was carrying a small bowl in his hands -- he moved it into one hand and spread his hands apart so I could get a good look. He wasn't showing off -- he simply said "Now we wear the same". I wondered how I was going to keep it together -- if I started to chub up this underwear wasn't going to hide anything!!
While I figured that out Wayan said "Come" and pointed to the shower area in the corner. The whole room was tiled like an enormous shower room but there was a flexible shower head in one corner near the floor drain. Wayan put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to face the wall. He was behind me but I could feel him place the bowl he'd been carrying on the floor. He reached to the shower head and turned the water on. I could see his hands testing the water temperature before he started to wash me.
I hadn't been expecting this! I was wet all over -- Wayan had stood behind me out of sight the whole time but let the water run over my shoulders, chest and back to get me all wet. The fabric strip held fast but it was now wet too. After only a few seconds he shut the water off again and hung up the shower. He knelt down and must scooped some sort of soap lotion out of the bowl he'd brought in. There was an intoxicating smell of jasmine or hibiscus. He had one hand on my shoulder to steady me and with the other hand he spread this lotion on my shoulders, neck and back.
"This good for skin" he assured me. "OK" I said -- there wasn't much else to do.
I could feel something in the lotion like exfoliating scrub, but I could tell it was lathering up and I would soon end up smelling of jasmine all over. He worked on shoulders and arms, then down to my lower back. He put some lotion into both hands and spread it over the side of my butt and made a few gentle circles before moving to my legs. Thank goodness he didn't spend too long doing that -- there was nothing inappropriate, but boy did it feel good.
He knelt down again and lathered up each leg. His hands never strayed too close to my balls -- I was kinda hoping he would but he seemed very professional. He was able to cover the front and back of my legs while he knelt behind me. Having a nearly naked boy kneeling behind me was hot -- and the soapy lotion wasn't helping. I concentrated hard on not getting aroused.
Wayan stood and came to stand by my shoulder. He reached around and smoothed some more lotion on to my chest. He was half behind and half beside me. I could see his face concentrating on his task and soon he'd finished. "OK sir?" he enquired.
"Very OK. That's really nice" I assured him.
"Good. You clean now"
He smiled to himself and found the shower head again. He started the rinsing process letting the water flow all over me. He held my arms out to get all the lotion off them and my sides then let the water flow over my legs. When he got to the fabric strip I thought I felt his finger slide under the band and pull it back slightly. Then the water could flow all over and it felt good. He slid his finger across the waist to clear all the lotion and then knelt back down again. His hands wiped some of the lotion off my legs. Just when I thought he'd finished he reached for the piece of fabric right between my legs and eased it to one side. He then squirted the water all over to get rid of the lotion -- and he directed the shower stream directly on to my balls. Fuck that felt good -- the blood was flowing immediately.
He stood and moved back to the side of me. He rinsed my chest. Just once brushing his hand over my nipples -- it could have been accidental or deliberate but I didn't care. This was a lovely tease! He slipped his finger cautiously into the waistband again and let the water flow all over my shaft and balls. It was only for a few seconds but I know I'd gasped. This felt great and my cock was tingling.
He turned the water off and looked at me. There was just a hint of a smile on his face and I was too scared to look down and see if I was tenting that narrow strip of fabric. It sure felt like I might be!
"OK. Now massage." Wayan commanded. He handed me a towel and told me to dry off and go back to the massage table. "I go change also" he told me. As he turned to leave he faced me again and pointed right at my groin. "This one don't need" he indicated the wet underwear clinging to me. He then left the shower room.
That gave me the chance to undo the ties on this underwear and get rid of it. My cock was feeling nicely aroused and definitely bigger than when I'd arrived. I took my time toweling off to let things return to normal and because i was relaxing. Once I'd dried all over I wrapped the towel around me and went to find where the massage would happen. This boy was great looking and he seemed to know what he was doing. The next hour was promising.
I eft the shower and turned towards the massage table with the amazing view. Wayan was already there waiting -- but sadly he'd changed too. Well, the baggy black pants were back but he was still shirtless. He indicated that I should lie on the table. I positioned my face in the hole and made the rest of my body comfortable. The table was sturdy and it felt really solid under me.
Wayan picked up a batik draping sheet and pulled it from my feet up over my whole body. He smoothed it into place and then reached underneath it and tugged at the towel around me. He loosed it a little and got me to lift up while he pulled it out of the way leaving me covered just in the draping sheet. I could hear him moving about the room but it was only moments later that he was back and pressing on my ankles, calves, thighs. He pressed down and held for a second pushing me down on the table to relax. He carried on up with my butt, lower back and finally up to my shoulders.
The sheet was folded down from my shoulders so that the top of my back was bare. Then Wayan's hands were on my shoulders and neck. For the next 20 minutes he kneaded and pressed my back. He was using some kind of light scented oil that helped relax and it took no encouraging to just let myself drift.
He took the sheet at my feet and pulled it gently so that more of my back was exposed and I could feel the top of the sheet move past my butt. If felt like the upper half of my butt was visible now and as soon as he started work again I could tell that it was. He worked around my lower back and butt with his hands sliding under the sheet now and again. A couple of times a finger would slide down my butt crack a couple of centimetres -- he was certainly being thorough.
Once he'd finished my lower back -- he unfolded the sheet and covered my back again before he moved to my feet. The sheet lifted up so that both calves were visible and he proceeded to smooth out all the muscles. I'd been on a long sightseeing walk yesterday and so this felt amazing.
Then things got interesting. He folded the sheet lengthways so that my left leg was exposed and my left butt cheek. He was working on the back of my leg all the way up and over my butt. After a few strokes of this he arranged my leg to bend the knee outward which raised my left hip up slightly, His hands slid right up along my leg and because I was lifted up he slid his hands around to the front of my leg. This felt incredible. His hands slid slowly up until his hand was up against my balls. I didn't mind at all. He repeated the stroke a couple more times and lingered against my balls each time. I realized I was holding my breath and tried to exhale. He noticed and I'm sure I heard a little giggle from Wayan.
He finished that leg, covered it up and moved to my right leg to repeat the process. By the time he got to my inner thigh I was almost begging him in my mind to touch my balls again. And he did. Three or four definite rubs. I could feel that by now I was half-hard and I was loving it. I thought that he was almost finished but then he moved my feet apart. This felt a bit strange but then I felt him climb onto the bed and kneel between my legs. The sheet moved up so that my butt was exposed and he placed his hands on the back of my legs. Slowly he moved from my knees up to my butt and his hands slipped around the outside of each cheek. Then he repeated the move but he pressed on my butt. The next time was closer to the inner thigh and his hands went right up to my butt and traced their way up my butt crack. I'm sure I grunted -- there were no words to describe this feeling. He gently went back to my butt and one thumb found my perineum and he gently pressed and massaged for a few strokes. Well now I was rock hard and panting slightly. This was so hot.
But quickly it was over and he climbed off the bed, rearranged the sheet to cover me completely and quietly said "OK turn".
Wayan lifted the sheet and let me roll to my back and he lowered the sheet again. He pulled the sheet down to expose my chest and reached for some oil. I was lying there and able to see him concentrating on his work. His skin was now a little shiny from oil and I could feel the warmth of him against my arm. He stood behind my head and reached for my shoulders. He made circles around my shoulders and then my chest. He rested the heels of his hands on my nipples and rubbed them so slowly. My cock twitched involuntarily under the sheet. My nipples were loving this.
He added some more oil and started to extend his reach towards my stomach. He leaned over with each stroke and I could feel his bare stomach pressing on my forehead. He smelled so warm and sweet.
Leaving my head he stood by my side and picked up my arm and stretched it towards him and rested the back of my hand on his chest. He pulled his hands from my armpit right up to the wrist to keep my hand in place. Then he turned my hand so that palm was on his chest right over his nipple. He was teasing me I'm sure. As he worked from the armpit back up again I could feel his nipple between my fingers and couldn't resist flexing a little just to feel that small perfect lump in my hand. He even put his head back a little and let me do it. But just as quickly it was over and he put my hand firmly back on the table before he switched sides and repeated the process.
I was rock hard at this point -- and I was just touching his chest!
Standing on my left, he turned slightly to face my feet. He was fumbling around a little but before I realized it, he'd undone his pants and they slipped to the floor. He was wearing the same little underwear strip from the shower. It was loose and only just covered his balls and crack. His back was towards me as he started to massage the outside of my left thigh and I just couldn't resist.
I touched him on the back and felt that warm soft skin in my hand. This boy felt so good. As he worked away he didn't flinch and let me slide my hand under the fabric he was wearing to touch that lovely round ass of his. Firm, smooth, warm. It was just amazing. After an all too brief time he moved to my feet and gently pulled the draping sheet all the way down leaving me completely naked. With the sheet gone he came back stood on my right while he massaged the outside of my right thigh. I touched him again and he pressed back slightly on my hand. I was able to caress that gorgeous butt of his -- I couldn't believe how smooth he felt.
After a moment or two he moved out of reach. He moved towards my feet and picked up my knee and ankle to bend my knee and move my foot closer to my butt. Once I had done this on both sides I felt so open. Legs spread, butt wide open, naked.
Wayan climbed up on the table and sat himself facing me, with his legs straddling the table. He gently placed my legs over the top of his. He wriggled a little to move closer to my cock which raised my hips up off the bed a little.
I felt Wayan's hands on my inner thigh sliding from near my knee up to my balls. So soft, so gentle, so sexy. When he got to my balls he changed his hands around and one hand started cradling and stroking my balls. His other hand soothed my leg and his thumb started to press gently below my balls and up to my hole. This was almost too much to bear. His thumb pressed gently on my hole and stayed there. His other hand started to stroke my cock from the base up to the now slippery tip. This boy knew how to tease a cock.
He stroked like this for a while changing from firm to a soft grip. Stroking just the head and then the whole shaft of me. This was the best cock massage I've ever had. He kept stroking me but moved the other hand up to my nipples -- he was leaning forward again and my balls were right up against his belly. With a few careful strokes more I exploded a huge load of cum all over myself. I could feel it landing on my chest and stomach. Each shot fired out of me and left me panting.
"Oh yeah. Big cum Mr Mike!" Wayan was classy -- he made it sound like something special and to me it was. My body collapsed back onto the table and I let myself regain my breath. Wayan had a small cloth from somewhere and he cleaned up my chest so gently.
Untangling himself from my legs Wayan got off the table and lowered my legs back down again. He moved up to my head, picking up his pants on the way. He tied them back in place before reaching down and gently massaging my forehead and temples.
"OK Mr Mike. Finish. Now you can shower"
Peeling myself off the table I was able to make it to the shower to clean up and get dressed.
I was staying at the resort a few more days -- if you want to hear another story about Wayan let me know.