Gay Erotic Stories

My contact at the hotel rang to book a massage for a Japanese guest. Because I have a hot tub, he wanted to come to my place. I was told a few details by my friend: "He's no sumo wrestler. He's short, stocky, about 30, and good looking. His English is minimal, though. Always smiling and he's on his own. No girlfriend and no group." He arrived on time, smiling, very polite, and little communication. I have always liked the Japanese men I've met. I left him to undress and hoped that I could understand what he wanted. When I returned, he was quietly standing next to the hot tub clad in a white, diaper-style garment like I'd seen on Japanese wrestlers. He looked to me like he could wrestle. He was only about 5'6" but beefy. He smiled at me, he bowed to me, and I did the same back to him. I motioned for him to enter the hot tub and this he did. I massaged his neck from outside the tub and then shoulders. He was all "ooh and aah" so maybe the jet was whipping his privates?. After 15 minutes, he was ready for his body massage. I wrapped him in a bath towel and made a motion for him to remove his garment. He bowed to me, slipped it off, hung it on a hook, and stood facing me fully nude. He was hairless except for his pubic region with its thick black bush. He had two very wide, dark brown nipples with almost feminine smoothness. His genitals were soft and dangling after their hot tub soak. We moved to the massage table where it was my turn to strip down although I kept on my supporter as is usual. The massage was not deep but gentle and relaxing. He moaned and groaned a good deal. It's so easy to rub oil into a smooth, hairless body as compared to some of the apes I've met. His muscles were not very tight but he had worked them out a good deal. As I finished with his front, he was smiling again and having a real close study of my upper torso. Inscrutable oriental, I mused. Too bad about the language. Off the table, massage concluded, he bowed to me deeply. "Most excellent massage of life," he began. "I wish to show respect for the great strength and size of you. It is as we honor our sumo wrestlers in Japan. You are so big a male and I so small. " So, I thought, he does speak some English and something is about to happen here. There in my small massage room, he began to touch my body beginning at the head. His touch was light, soft, almost a tickle at times. He did not miss a spot and rubbed at length my hulking arms, and my bench-built boobs. These seemed to arouse him; I noticed his penis expanding. Upon reaching my jock strap, he stopped and asked: "Please, to allow me to remove this ?" I just nodded once. He took it off in slow motion and I stepped out of it. He then put his head through one of the straps and wore it with the pouch hanging between his pecs. His two huge, brown tits looked like head lights on either side of it. He returned to my thighs and now he was close to my crotch but he reached around me to fondle my glutes instead. He was "ooohing and aaahing" with each gentle grope. I found all this amazing and surprisingly erotic. One inch from his face, my resting member had begun its transformation into a tumescent battering-ram. Another few seconds and it would be poking at his nostrils. When my penis is hard, its dead certain my nipples will be also. As if to prove the point, he was feeling them now and both were erecting in his fingertips. "Biggest I see !" he exclaimed. I'd heard that before about my bullet-sized stiffies. His gentle rubbing had forced them to harden past the 3/4 inch point. His palms were rubbing the tips, making me go bananas. I can get so outrageously loud when excited and this man had me there. With each growl and grunt, he was there to intensify my horniness. He was now sucking one swollen nipple non-stop in a frenzied breast-feeding action. Maybe he thought I was large enough to produce milk, and who could say one day I might not do so. With all the wild and hot sex I enjoyed through my work, nothing was more arousing for me than this kind of action. He was actually performing a "sexual servicing" of my jumbo jugs, massaging them and kneading and groping their bulk. I would bounce one pec at a time to excite him and then harden both in his strong hands while his mouth continued its relentless nipple feast. I knew, just knew without proof required, that my nipple tissue had gone the extra distance for me. That is to tell you that my hot little man was now working on full one-inch long male nipples -- my very largest dimension. Move over King Kong! I guess its quite amazing that two nipples on a 250 pound muscleman could make that man roar with horniness; that they could concentrate his sexuality and prowess so intensely and focus his attention so completely above all else. In my case, it was quite true. I had on just a few occasions been able to reach climax, to have a seminal discharge as the doc would say, exclusively from nipple manipulation. I now wondered if this was about to recur. My cock felt like a power hose about to blow-up and he had not paid it any attention. He seemed to be in some kind of sexual stupor, oblivious to all except for my now throbbing nipples. I was about to climax, no doubt, and he knew it. He was sucking my hard-on, working my nipples and awaiting the "Big Bang." He did not wait long. I nearly choked him with my load but he held on and drained me dry. Only then did he allow himself an orgasm and I must say those small nuts of his held more semen than some of the bull-balls I've seen blow . Hot men come in all shapes and sizes, of that I am convinced. Yours Truly, MuscleMan Masseur fsp@ibl.bm