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Xavier
I have been to quite a few massage parlours, and to individual masseuses advertising in the local papers or at the bath houses. Some were bloody awful, with absolutely no idea what a sensual and erotic massage was all about. Others were up to the task and knew how to bring a guy on, but the runaway leader of the push was Xavier. He had his studio at Chippendale, a small one bedroom apartment on the second floor of a three floor walk-up, so it was easy to get to from my work at Newtown, and I used his services for many months.
Xavier was a Chinese young man, aged in his early 20s, with an infectious smile and captivating twinkling brown eyes. His cock was on the small side, but was still quite adequate.
When I arrived, there would be this ritual. He was in a classic Chinese gown, richly embroidered with a dragon and its mouth was at his crotch. He would bow his head and invite me into the studio.
He invites me to undress, and when I am naked, he lets the gown fall exposing his fabulously chiselled naked body. We embrace, bodies touching cock to cock, and our hands caressing each other's backs. He then breaks the embrace and gets behind me, and presses his body against me. I can feel his cock against my arse. Again he breaks and comes around so that I am embracing him from the rear, with my cock (now quite hard) against his beautiful buns.
Now it was time to begin, and he tells me to "Please lie down"
Standing and leaning over my head, Xavier started on my lower back and worked his way up to my neck, my head and then started down my arms. For my first arm, he stood to the side of the table and placed my arm and hand through his legs so that my forearm is resting under his balls. As he worked my arm my hand came in contact with his balls and cock. My hand did twist and turn so that at times it was lying against cock and balls.
From my arm he then moved to my backside and then my legs.
He gradually worked my legs apart as he did each separately. Working his way down, then raised my leg perpendicular, to my feet then back up again. There was no rush on Xavier's part. Everything was done slowly and deliberately. When he was at my feet, he would slowly massage each toe, and suck on my big toe. Then he placed my leg back on the table, and put his cock up against my foot. On his way back he would dwell at my arse and tickle the back of my balls with a light touch
My other arm was next and this time he performed a similar massage to the first. Again I flexed my hand and cupped his balls and cock again.
After completing my arm, he once again went back to my legs quickly running his hands ever so lightly down and back by the inside of my thighs pausing at my balls which he now massaged lightly.
He then raised my whole leg, bending my body at the hip. He was able to rub his hand over my cock and balls and give them a gentle rub. Placing my leg down on the table again, his hands went to my bum and his fingers traced my crack up and down, three of four times pausing each time at the entrance to my anus. The first time he did this, I exploded my cum all over the towel under me! Then the other leg was raised, and a quick massage of my cock and balls again.
Then asked me to roll over. I had been erect from the moment he started to embrace me and I felt his cock against my arse. It stands straight up (or it felt like it. My penile dysfunction took away some of my rigidity but all the sensations were still there.)
From here he began at my head and worked his way down. Once again it was slow and deliberate.
When he was at my head, he stood to the side, and offered me his usually semi hard cock for me to suck. I would take him into my mouth, massage his balls with my near side hand, play with his cock with my tongue, licking under his foreskin and savouring his taste. He would be the one to break the sucking and move on.
He worked my shoulders, chest, stomach, hips and crotch, and down each leg working every part of them. When he got to my feet he spread my legs apart, so that my feet were hanging over the edge of the table.
He began to work my legs again, first putting my foot on his shoulder and working up to my inner thighs and then my cock, past my cock to my crack where he would again pause at my anus and press lightly. He then repeated the process with the other leg.
All his attention was now focused on my cock and balls, which he rubbed and played with until I could take it no more, and would have a fabulous orgasm. He would be grinning and laughing.
As my erection began to subside, Xavier climbed up on the table and stretched out beside me, leaning on his arm as he caressed my head and chest and crotch, and wiping my body with a warm wet towel, cleaning the oil residue and my cum.
We continued to caress and cuddle for a few more minutes, and he would stand, put on his gown, lean over and kiss me on the forehead, and assist me off the table.
As I was getting dressed, he would offer a glass of cool water or lemon cordial.
There was never any mouth to mouth kissing, and he was very particular that I was not allowed to touch the hair on his head which was always immaculately coiffed.
I miss going to him, and recall my visits with fond memories.
See my other stories at: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/seduced-by-steven http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/sleep-over-with-mike http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/at-the-beach-seduced-by-monty http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/weekend-in-griffith