Bandung, Saturday 13 July 2019
Some people say that there is always a first time for everything, including sex, that they won't take it very lightly, and in this case, there is always a first time for a paid sax.
I had a dick appointment that afternoon, it was at the end of the series of sales leader meeting in Bandung. I was a part of the committee and for this event only I'm willing to extend and paid an extra 3 days more for a hotel near Gedung sate. I have never been to Bandung, I'm horny hence its been 5 years passed since my last casual fling with tiny dick Daryl from Bekasi.
Well, it began from a twitter ad many years ago, a massage parlor providing alligator sensual massage, whereas hundreds of stories on reviews of masseur male to male body to body from Sabang to Merauke. What intrigues me on those reviews was the way they censored the happy ending which sometimes uses the abbreviation 'HE' on the reviews. "He removed my underwear and then blank and then it all finish with a happy face" Haha I want to know behind that blank from the first point of view and oh, did I mention that I'm horny, yes I was, so here goes from my perspective.
I left the GH Universal exactly 1 PM, hopping a silver xenia grab car driven by this handsome young Chinese Sundanese where he explains to me the condition in Bandung especially on weekend heading to Reddoorz, he told me to avoid 4 to 9 PM whereas everything can be gruesome much horrid than Jakarta. Well, it was a small two side street smaller than Jakarta by all mean with the current state where the government implementing a new route scenario.
Ah, how can I describe Bandung, it was urban atmosphere leaving bits of colonial breath in every chill breeze. It is the land of seblak, batagor and cilok. Where the men were exceptionally gorgeous with small penis size on average. Well, I thought it was a great idea to experience this tiny adventure in here knowing that it's been a long time since I did it, a big chimichanga will only give me a discomfort feeling on my heaven's gate.
I reached him over WA on the first day I arrived in Bandung, his price is the cheapest from several candidates that I browsed in twitter, mind you that price is not a huge issue what bothers me is robbery.
~To think that its been almost a week since it happened, here I am writing in Starbucks Setia Budi one, it just occurred to me that I don’t know his name, I have no intention to act like it’s a professional blah blah this kind of thing shouldn’t involve feelings, but this is the first time - me - as a grown man thinks that its just a fling. I no longer have the feeling of wanting to love wherefrom prior experience leaving me sobbing for days and chanting mantras like 'love liberates' from Maya Angelou or you won't see me stand in self-pity any more, yup, I still remember those days.~
I told him to come somewhere between 3 to 5, it will leave me a one hour spare to clean up and get ready after checking in at 2 PM. They gave me a room where a join gazebo right in front of my room can easily peak me apart from that it gives me a beautiful mountain sceneries which alas I forgot to take photos until my last day of staying there. He arrives somewhere at 4, with black denim jacket and jeans, sweaty and dusty which vividly shown that he came here in a motorcycle. We smile and chat for a while, I don’t know how to react to your gigolo or masseur hence this is my first time. Should we kiss or giving a list of what he should do for the next 90 minutes?
I sat on the tip of the bed watching him preparing stuff. A large towel as the cover for the bed so we won't leave a nasty mess, several small towels, a pack of tissue, a few small bottles of oils, and a Bluetooth speaker which he puts in on the tv stands.
He told me to get ready and I instinctively undress my self leaving me with a pair of black underwear, then I lie down on the edge of the bed on top of his huge towel; probably for him to have a good mobility - it would be hard if I lie down in the middle of the bed. He started with a dry massage making points with his finger to my body; the palm of my feet, my calves, my thighs, and he was doing something to my ass as if he was adjusting the lump in my ass cheeks. I hardly felt any pressure on my legs but the way he touches it tickles mine to an extent where I want something to be inserted into the middle of my ass. Is it that long already? Five freaking years, did my job dominated my life even I do not feel like a human anymore? Scary to think that I always leave to a new job every three years.
Then he pulled my underwear, in a whisper he said "maaf permisi" for him its just part of his job, how many men that he undresses in a week, It makes me wonder what is like the first time he did it - is it for money or just pure pleasure? The moment my underwear expose my behind, I felt somehow defeat but in an erotic way, as if I was a captured widowed of war cornered by the enemy's army, I knew I was gonna be fucked, I want it and I just gave in. I try to look behind me and wait for a response, I don’t know Im just curious; will he make a comment about my black ass or my hairy back?
He continued by stepping off the bed and took his close off then applied some cream and oil on my ass and my back. He sat on my leg, naked, I can feel his balls resting on my skin. He then glide his arms from my ass to my shoulder, it felt so good it makes me beg him to kiss me from behind, bite my neck and lick my ear, he did and it felt so good.
He rimmed my ass, didn’t felt a thing, it would be a self note for me to have someone with a big thick mustache to rimmed my ass just to have a comparison, then more cream on the hole and used one of his fingers to prepare my hole, I can feel his nail rubbing my skin and he tried to push his cock in, I can even feel how tight my hole felt it wrapped his finger. Without me knowing, this body was stressed, he told me to relax my ass, he made an effort by nibbling my ball sack from behind - this is the most amazing feeling in the world - I kid you not - then he began to thrust in, the hair on his leg scratches my thighs it was hard and warm at the same time.
I was facing down the whole time, I want to see the person who fucked me while we are down at it, he yields and let me turn around. I regret that decision instantly, oh how this old body and blabber belly disappoint me time and time, my legs were crammed the moment I shift my body, then the moment he thrust more I hardly breathe because of my belly was pushed up along with my legs being rested on his shoulder. I can't even reach my dick as I tried to jerk it, okay I just rub my nipple then, but the lack of breath beg me to stop it. Then we change position, I was on my knees on all four, still, didn’t work. This position and this feeling of discomfort remind me of a cartoon asking "when it will stop, can I go now". Again, we change position, I was lying sideways, I had enough and wanted to end this game. It just didn’t cut it so I ask him to end it and hit the shower. That moment I was thinking to jerk off after he left, being single for years giving me a comfort zone with my right hand, but first, a shower to seal the day.
It’s a simple shower with groping and hugging, I still want a little something before he left and he knew I haven't come and still make an effort to it. He kissed me and suck on my ugly nipples then I use the advantage time by jerking off and imagining to be a virgin from a village being raped by his father who is a widow, he went home early from the farm and demand a little hot action with his baby girl, yes as you can see I have a twisted imagination and guess what, it still just doesn’t cut it, either I need a healthier lifestyle like a leaner body or maybe a healthier mental, it scares me that being with the wrong guy will hurt me, but the feel of caressing someone in your arms really felt good. I don’t know.
At the point where this will end, we got dressed. He was wearing his clothes on and I was sitting on the bed with the money that I had prepared earlier, I add 100K as a tip but he didn’t count them, he said he didn’t have too. I can smell the fresh soap lingers on his body as I demand a last kiss from him, we kiss passively, no tongue movement, just upper lips then lower lips but in a long and intense. After all these years did you not kiss your customer or maybe learn a few tricks up your sleeves, did you like it as you ask to call you again when I'm in Bandung?
Overall it was a crappy first experience, it's not you, it's me. I could have enjoyed it more but it was delightful to be touched again. In the end, I smile. Pas mall.
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