𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑖
Tong is a freelance masseur I found on Grindr. The distance between us wasn’t too far or too close, and after just a few lines of chatting, I booked his service.
The moment I stepped into his room, I immediately felt at ease. A 1.8m bed neatly made with clean sheets, towels, pillows, massage oil, lube, condoms, and tissues all carefully placed. Even the sofa and foot basin were well arranged — warm, intimate, and private.
After showering, I lay down on the bed, feeling the softness of the cotton sheets against my skin, completely relaxed. Tong was exactly my type: slim in clothes, but with muscle and flesh once undressed, his long, strong arms radiating power.
The massage started from my ass. His strong hands kneaded firmly, sliding from the hips all the way up to my abdomen. The pressure was just right, but every move carried a teasing intention. Especially when he pulled me up, from lying face-down to kneeling—the sudden tingling touch on my hole shot straight to my head.
The massage continued in the same position. His tall body loomed over me—sometimes standing with both feet, sometimes with one foot resting on the bed. From that angle, every move easily pressed against my prostate. The faint ache mixed with pleasure was unforgettable.
His hands were firm and powerful. With each fierce thrust, my body instinctively wanted to dive forward, but he held me tightly in place. That feeling of being controlled forced me to surrender, waiting helplessly for the climax to come.