𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑖
Near Ramkhamhaeng University, a known gay hangout in Bangkok, I met Tar for the first time at MG Club.
Beforehand, I had booked him through LINE. In the photos, Tar looked slim and refined. Upon arrival, the receptionist guided me to a simple room: a sofa, a massage mat, a mirror, and a floor lamp.
Soon, Tar knocked on the door carrying a towel and massage oil. After a brief greeting, he gestured for me to take a shower first. Polite and humble, he left the room while I prepared myself.
Lying down on the massage mat, I felt it was perfectly firm yet soft, very comfortable. Then Tar returned, holding two bottles of water and a small pouch. He covered me with a towel and casually popped a pill himself. I thought to myself, hmm… there’s a story behind this, haha~
Once everyone was ready, the massage officially began.
After shedding his clothes, Tar’s slim yet defined body was revealed, with clearly visible abs. The warmth of his body came with a faint scent of cologne, and I instinctively inhaled deeply.
He started with my back, his skilled hands applying just the right amount of pressure. Tar half-squatted, half-kneeling on my legs, and occasionally something heavy and hot pressed lightly against me, brushing along with his movements. As his hands glided from my spine to the sides and then to my chest, a tingling electric sensation ran through me, making my body involuntarily lift and fall. The whole process was smooth and fluid like flowing clouds.
Next was the massage of my legs and buttocks, performed without reservation. Especially the inner thighs and groin, every detail teasing and provocative. While I lay face down, he used his forearm to knead deeply into my groin, occasionally his fingers brushing my chest, extending downward, making my entire body shiver and tremble uncontrollably.
The most unforgettable part was the stimulation of my rear. He was skillful and focused, accompanied by soft breaths and moans. Suddenly I realized that the mirror in the room was perfectly angled, allowing me to see everything clearly. The visual impact combined with sensory stimulation—every motion sent waves of pleasure through me, making my body tremble.
Occasionally, Tar leaned in and whispered, 'Do you want popper?' I shook my head, enduring the slight sting, and he continued with full intensity. Throughout, he softly praised how inviting my rear was, and the occasional discomfort only heightened the excitement.
I had thought the 90-minute session might be cut short, but Tar remained focused and professional until the very end. We both reached the peak simultaneously, completely immersed in the waves of climax.
After the massage ended, I realized the sheet beneath me was soaked through.