MACHINATIONS OF MASSAGES
by Endoman
I was about 21 years old and an officer in the AirForce. `Tea House of the August Moon' was set on Okinawa and I was there in 1952 when it opened in NYC. Actually tea was spelled sex house. We all went to enjoy the $10 activity fee: an army cot, a warm girl, and a receptive hole. Even a guy like me. In retrospect the girl may have been 16.
Once I had to pick up an airman's uniform (on his way to prison) which he had left as collateral for incurred debt. The mama-san offered me one of her girls to keep me occupied while someone went elsewhere to get that uniform. When I refused she brought me a 2 year old and asked if I wanted him (dirty from playing out in the yard). No!
Before flying to Okinawa I was billeted at the Huntington Hotel in San Francisco for a few days. I went to the gay club around the corner in full uniform as that was all I had, as I was traveling. No one picked me up; was I disappointed. At 6' and slender I was not bad looking.
I was on a troop ship returning from overseas but was too afraid to make a pass at any of the hundreds of young guys on board. I then went to professional school and studied. I gathered from comments made that a spouse was a necessary asset in a professional practice so I found a lovely lady and got married. I actually accommodated myself in a heterosexual situation. We had two children; and my wife worked.
Before my marriage a good friend took me on a prenuptial trip to Key West. That was instead of a bachelor party. He sucked me and I reciprocated. We went nude fishing, and nude sleeping. Nothing really exciting. We got nude massages on adjacent tables at one of the hotels. In the car we could be naked.
In 1975 I fell off my bicycle and fractured my skull. That seemed to have been a turning point. I discovered the gay ads in the girl's section of the weekly Village Voice and their Long Island edition. I connected with Brad who became a weekly fixture on the floor of my office. He was a dedicated bottom. Occasionally I shared one of my Viagra pills with him. Eventually I gave him my whole prescription. Too soon he got a real job on the South shore of LI and could not make an appearance.
Bayside, Queens was really an extension of Flushing, the burgeoning Asian community. From Bayside it was a quick trip to Flushing. Since I had almost one full day and another half day off while my wife worked (while the cat's away the mice will play) I found myself in Flushing an awful lot. What follows is not in chronological order, but just as I remember incidents and people and locations. I gave myself a 5-6G allowance for `activity'.
One corner along College Point Blvd had convenient parking space and I had an appointment with a Chinese masseur. Nice, muscular guy. He came to the door in Boxers. As is customary in the community we each hugged. Only I was still cold, even having taken off my coat. He got chilled to the core.
I was informed that I was not to touch him until he dropped the boxers. Then I could use one hand on his ass and the other on his cock but I was not to switch. I am ambidextrous and wanted both hands. I tried to lower his boxers but got slapped away. It was a great massage. He finger fucked me and I did him. He did a JO and I accompanied him on his cock. Nice enough for me to return a number of times over the following months. Once I dropped my car off for servicing and they drove me to his place. When they could not return for me my host called the Chinese `taxi' service (Like LYFT). Nice accommodations all around.
Prince Street had a different type of establishment, at a different time. It was an old industrial building and I was to bang on the door. Bright outside and a black hole when I entered. The door was opened by a boy in skimpy underpants. He took my hand and led me in the darkness to the rear where there was some illumination. He was the boy I had called but there were a bunch of them, all Chinese and all waiting, almost naked, for clients.
In a small room, on an army cot, I got a great massage and a good fuck. The boys must have slept in that warehouse and there was a bathroom because I had to use it. I returned many times for a pick of available boys, all good. Oh, Oh to fuck and enjoy. They even had a parking lot. Always a happy ending!
Another trip to that neighbor found me on Roosevelt Ave. It was my old neighborhood. I parked and found the apartment. Very ordinary, poor massage but a happy ending. At a different apartment, another time same disappointment but a happy ending. Neither wanted to pitch or receive.
Bowne Street had a nice guy. I found a spot not too close and walked up one flight. Nice Clean room, very receptive. He disrobed me and gave some head. He was basically naked when I arrived. His mattress was on the floor and we retired to it. We `rolled in the hay'. did frottage and then I got the massage. Nice guy, nice time, but no telephone service the next week when I called. My loss.
I had a Korean boy on Roosevelt Ave just outside of Flushing. He was a accomplished violist as he played his own recordings through the visits. Up two flights and when he opens the door he was wearing a posing thong. Nice body. He had me strip and put my head at the foot of the bed. He started massaging from there. I pulled off the posing thong and swallowed his almost thickening cock. He kept up the pace. Eventually he had me turn over and still work from the foot of the bed, his cock still in my mouth. Eventually we 69nd as he climbed over me and took my erection into his mouth. He got me off but he was still hard and did not come. Two weeks later we met again. My head at the top of the bed, and no real excitement. I was still happy. The next week his phone was out of order.
Not too far away, on 41st Ave was my favorite Chinese boy. He was 28 (said 26) when we started together and 30 when he became a citizen and about 32 when we parted ways. I wrote him up elsewhere.
I wrote up the house on Barclay a different time. Very young boys and very gentle. Wide receivers and it all fell apart too soon. I liked fucking those skinny Chinese boys. The massages were passable but the happy ending was great.
I ventured into adjacent College Point at one time. Not Chinese. I used an elevator to his apartment and was welcomed by a stud from porn pics. Playing on his TV was him in one of his movies. He may have been a star, but not in my book. He had me strip and without much interaction he fucked me, with condom for his protection, and then was finished. I asked about the massage so he gave me a quick rub. Relief. NO!
Thirty-ninth Ave in Flushing had an `open' house. I would make an appointment and get whoever was covering. Usually good, Certainly interesting for variety. One muscular guy was a very good top. I actually picked him up once and took him home to my house where we used the guest room queen bed. He had me across the bed, and fed me his cock for a lengthy suck. He massaged my back at the same time, actually doing the shoulders, arms and hands in that position. Then he came around the bed and put his knees between my legs and continued down the back to my buttocks. After kneading them for a while he ran his still hard cock through my crack and eventually penetrated me. I asked about a condom, he said one was on. I was royally fucked. I also got a BJ until I came. I left him off at the LIRR station with extra money so that I did not have to drive him home.
At the same open house I started a massage with one of my regulars who shortly transferred to a younger guy who was to finish the massage under supervision. The massage was actually good, and the instructor left. At that point an erotic massage started and that brought me to a very happy ending. I saw that young fellow for a some weeks.
Eventually he became the instructor and brought another young guy into the picture. They both worked on me and together did a sensual rub. First time for two together. Boy #2 then became my regular. He liked to kiss, and kiss we did. Lots of fottage and my penetration of his ass. He liked girl's clothing and I gave him a warm jacket, his size, which made him ecstatic. He had few clothes, spoke English very well and soon moved out. I followed him. A cousin from China came for an extended visit and interrupted his clientele.
One of the apartment houses in Central Flushing had a launderette. That was my landmark. I actually went through it to get into the building. All Chinese people. I parked my car under a different building. The Chinese boy in the apartment was a disappointment. I told him so, so he referred me to another in his group. Much better. That boy took care of me for a week each month for a few months, until I found another boy in the neighborhood. Lots of immigrants, most well versed in basic English. I had loads of one time stands, usually in the mornings as traffic was lighter. Some were cooperative and pleasant, some push for money for anything beyond the massage. Others did not give me that happy ending.
I recently moved to Florida as a retiree. I found an American guy, a little older than I used to demand, but handsome and cooperative. Tall, Thin and big of cock. I asked for him to be nude. That was his clue to give me an erotic massage, and a very happy ending on a real massage table. Glad to be retired!