Even though I am a little long in the tooth, my cock is in good shape. Not ten inches long, but it still fires like a NASA missile, with a few rare exceptions as when a missile explodes off target or veers off into outer space and is never seen again. No missile is perfect.
Often, I feel a certain long and low pulsation back behind my sizable balls that most men would describe as "being horny." This occurs usually twice a week, maybe three days after I've spent a rollicking afternoon fucking and I am ready to go again. On these occasions, work permitting, if I have no intimate liaison planned, I head over to one of several massage parlors where the girls finish you off with an energetic hand job while you are sucking on their tit and caressing their ass or even better, fucking them.
In the flat lands of Los Angeles, tucked between the rolling hills of Hollywood, there is a mixed area of old one story commercial buildings and wood framed stucco two story multi's surrounding a newly installed marijuana dispensary, assorted small businesses, a hairdresser and a massage parlor. In the early morning a vibrant immigrant population walks quickly through these streets on their way to work. In the late afternoon they emerge from the shadows to shop in the different East Asian stores seeded haphazardly along the street, as if thrown down from the sky.
Having found myself in this shady neighborhood with only two hours to spare, with that tingling feeling back behind my balls, and stiffness in my left calf, (what was that about). I decided to venture into a massage parlor that looked somewhat disreputable; honestly, I was hoping it was. Once before I had stopped but was unable to find a parking space in their crowded mini mall; I gave up and abandoned the pursuit. On this early morning, bleak and overcast, the lot was mostly empty. I easily found a parking place, carefully locked the car and walked to the massage parlor door, which was locked. It was only 10 o'clock and many shops were still closed. I knocked a while and sensing some movement within, I waited. Eventually a young man came to the door and blurted out, "You want massage?"
"Yes"
"We have no girl. Just man."
He seemed to be encouraging me to move on so he might get back to what ever he was doing in the back of the shop. I had only once been massaged by a man, it was disappointingly non-sexual; but this young man looked sexy, perhaps gay and had his ears pierced. I took a chance that he might manipulate me in the way I needed.
"Fine," I followed him inside to a small back room with a large flat bed. He handed me a raggedy towel and disappeared. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I looked about and was surprised at the fantasy environment with paintings and a large wire sculpture, a sort of veil, hanging from the small narrow ceiling. It was strange, artistic, quite interesting; I wondered, "Who was the creator?"
I disrobed and lay nude on the hard bench, not bothering to cover myself with the towel. Finally, after a long while, the young man entered. He took off his saffron robe. Underneath he was wearing gold colored very tight shorts. He was bare-chested and his hairless chest was covered with several tattoos, a Buddha and assorted Asian symbols. His arms and chest were tight, well defined, and very muscular. Not puffed like a weight lifter but naturally powerful, a body sculpted with compact muscles and chiseled veins running down his arms and legs. He was almost my height, tall for an Asian; his flesh was pierced above his belly button with some sort of golden amulet and his ears were pierced with round studs, and around his neck was a polished sea bean that shone like a third eye.
He began by washing me with a warm washcloth, my feet in particular, and then up to my thighs. When he started to massage my legs, I turned over and lay face down. I looked back and asked his name.
"My name Lord."
" Lord?"
" You know, Thai thing to name baby for ancient Lord."
He had a heavy accent but his voice was high pitched like a songbird, beautiful to listen to.
"Well, I guess I've put myself in the hands of the Lord."
He smiled, but I wasn't quite sure he had understood the pun.
Of course, as you find in every massage parlor, music was playing. But this was not the sing-song Chinese or Asian mood music that one commonly hears, instead, it was a melodic modern Thai pop music with a DJ breaking in every now and then and what sounded like telephone messages from fans. These were obviously popular songs and he began to sing along with them as he rubbed my legs, Lord's voice was very clear and beautiful, like one would imagine an angel singing celestial music.
"You sing very well."
"I sing in bars in Thailand when I young."
And so he began to massage away the pain in my leg. His touch was very powerful, so much so that I asked him to be more gentle.
" I try," he said, "gentle not easy."
He continued, working his way slowly from my legs to my shoulders. He was in no hurry. His touch was powerful, at times almost too powerful; I did not complain. It was obvious this was no standard massage, it was far too thorough. As he knelt over me, massaging my hips and kneading my butt, to my surprise, as is the usual case when the girls massage me, my penis became erect, though he never touched my penis, as the massage girls always do.
When he finished my hips, he shifted to my shoulders. He stood at the head of the table massaging me. I felt something gently grazing my head as he leaned forward. I glanced up, and saw that he had an enormous erection that was rubbing up against me. Without hesitation, I never hesitate with the Chinese massage girls, touching them so they would know I wanted them to touch me, I reached up and stroked his erection over his tight shorts, much as I would caress the females of his trade. His penis was very large!
Sensing no resistance, I worked my hand up under his shorts and grasped him. He said nothing so I unbuttoned the shorts and they fell to the floor. Raising my head I could see his crimson cock, it was magnificent. Moments later, before even thinking about what I was doing, his cock was in my mouth. As I sucked him, his pleasure was obvious; he cradled my head and pushed forward to fill my mouth completely, impinging beyond into the deepness of my throat. I continued for the longest time. When I tired he moved to the side of the table and placed his cock between my legs playing at entering. Not being prepared for this I let him play but did not further his entrance. After this impromptu intimacy, we ended the session in mutual embrace. He looked at me, "I like you."
"I like you too. In fact I think I am falling in love with you," I responded.
"If you think you love me I ask two things of you; never lie to me and never let anyone else do these things to you."
"Yes, I promise, I will never lie to you and my ass belongs only to you, to no one else, I promise."
