ADVENTURES IN WEST HOLLYWOOD: Part 6 of Male Raptures Across Cultures
by Ari; presented by Blonde
All the usual disclaimers apply. This is based on a true occurrance.
All my life, I have always tried to play it straight, and to play as closely by the book as possible. As a closeted gay male in a socially sensitive profession, I compel myself to believe that discretion is the better part of valor. However, I deviated from my normal course of action when I was attending a conference in Los Angeles. Ah, yes. The City of Angels; a place where dreams can come true for some lucky people. I had always known that a certain section of Los Angeles County, known geographically as West Hollywood, was a haven for men interested in their own gender. Boystown is the place to be if a man wishes to be a Man's Man.
Even though I was in Los Angeles for a conference at the time, I was not free to roam around on my own. As several of my colleagues had never been lucky enough to see the bright lights of a big city, they wanted to explore Los Angeles on their free time. Since I had been to Los Angeles previously, I was under the obligation to "show them around". As such, we did the "touristy" thing; the visit to Disneyland, Universal Studious, the recently opened Getty Museum, UCLA, Venice Beach, Santa Monica, Malibu, and other interesting sights which amazed my colleagues. I tolerated all of these junkets as I extracted from them a promise to treat me. It was during a visit to the Santa Monica Third Street Promenade that I found a gay informative magazine called Frontiers. I was browsing in a bookstore called Border's, and I happened to glance at a rack of free journals near the store entrance. I quickly grabbed one when my mates were dispersed throughout the shopping mall.
Back at the hotel, in the privacy of the bathroom, I examined the magazine closely. I was amazed that escorts would advertise their services so freely in a journal. As intrigued as I was, I was quite turned off by the prices. Believe me, $200 had to last more than an hour. Besides, I was sharing a room with a colleague, and I did not think it wise to invite a handsome stud for some intense anatomical exploration. As turned off as I was by the prices of the escorts, I was quite curious about the section advertising the services of masseurs. I had been cursed with a chronic back problem, and I was interested to discover about what a massage would do for my aches and pains. The prices were reasonable, and a lot of the masseurs provide their services in the privacy of their own homes.
Let me describe myself before I proceed further. I am Asian, of Southeast Asian descent; as such, I have dark complexion unlike Oriental Asians such as Chinese, Koreans, or Japanese. I am five feet five inches tall, weigh about 160 pounds, dark hair, brown eyes. As for my endowment, I am about five inches long. I am quite self-conscious about my endowment, especially when I see pictures of men with big schlongs in the gay magazines. Finally, I have a preference for Caucasian men. Why? I have no idea. Maybe it's because, in my experience, Caucasian men love to kiss. I love kissing very much. It is very sensual, and my favorite part of love-making.
Anyway, after reading Frontiers carefully, I decided to throw caution to the wind, and hire the services of a masseur. The conference took up much of our time in Los Angeles, and we only had two days to sightsee. We had one additional free day between the closing of the conference and the day of our departure, but that was reserved for a debriefing session with our project supervisor. As luck would have it, the debriefing session was short, and we finished in time for lunch. Most of my colleagues were busy packing in preparation for our flight the next morning, and some decided to take time to do some shopping. I took the chance that no one would notice my disappearance from the hotel, and I went to make a reservation with a masseur. I used the pay phone in the near the parking garage as I did not want to be seen making a personal phone call by any of my colleagues, and I did not want the number I called to be listed in the billing statement. I called a masseur who advertised services catering to Asian men. His name was "Adonis", and his prices were reasonable compared to the rest. I decided to go with him since he sounded nice on the phone. I got the directions to his place, and decided to take out the company's car rental. When I got to the garage, I discovered that the car was returned to the agency 15 minutes earlier. I did not want to fork out money for another rental as I only had enough for a massage. I went to the main entrance of the hotel, and asked the doorman about cab prices to West Hollywood. He suggested that I take a car rental since the cabs would cost just as much for a one way trip. Seeing my negative reaction to both suggestions, he then suggested that I take the bus instead, on the warning that the trip could take about 45 minutes. I called Adonis again to set another time, and told him about the bus trip from downtown Los Angeles to West Hollywood. He agreed on a more convenient time, and even suggested the specific bus line to take along with additional directions. Slipping out of the hotel, I went on the most daring journey of my life.
I took the MTA No. 4 bus that traveled along Santa Monica Boulevard, and the journey took about three-quarters of an hour. I got off the bus near a gay bookstore called Circus of Books, and followed the directions that Adonis gave me. As I walked closer to my ultimate destination, my heart began to pound harder. I stood at the entrance of Adonis's apartment building, and looked at the intercom. As I was about to key in the code, a sense of hesitancy overtook my body. Doubts entered my mind, and I began to wonder whether this was the right thing to do. I crumpled the piece of paper that had the directions, and placed it in my pocket. I turned around, and walked down the pathway leading to the street. As I reached the sidewalk, I saw what probably was the most beautiful sight in the world; a bare-chested jogger clad in only lycra running tights sprinting along the pavement. Whatever lingering doubts I may have had in my mind disappeared after seeing the jogger. I had to have that massage!
I walked back to the entrance of the building, and pressed in the intercom code. A sexy voice answered, and I identified myself. The door buzzed, and I entered the building heading towards the second floor. When I reached the door of the apartment, I pressed the bell. A voice on the other side said, "come in," and I opened the unlocked door. I walked into the efficiency apartment, and Adonis greeted me. Wow! What a sight! He was about my height, but weigh about 20 pounds less. He had the slender muscular built of a gymnast. He had dark blond hair, blue eyes, and was approximately in his mid twenties. Finally, he was dressed in a tank top and nylon running shorts. He either looked like an Olympic gymnast or a cuter version of David Chokachi.
"Hi," Adonis said, extending his right hand to me. "You must be Ari."
"Yes," I stuttered as I shook his hand, unable to say anything more due to my nervousness and awe of his physical beauty.
"I'm Adonis," he introduced himself.
"I'm not surprised," I answered nervously. "After all, you look like a Greek God."
"You flatter me," he replied, handing me a bath towel. "That is not my real name, by the way. Why don't you undress here while I run your shower."
"You want me to shower?" I asked.
"Yes," the sexy masseur answered. "You'll feel better after a shower."
He went into the bathroom, and I proceeded to undress. I stripped off my clothes, and left them in a pile. I took the precaution of bringing my wallet with me as I went to the shower. I ran into Adonis at the bathroom door. As he stepped aside to let me in, my hand right hand brushed accidentally against his crotch. Was it an accident, or did he lean forward on purpose as I entered the bathroom? While he waited for me in the living room/bedroom, I took what seemed to be the shortest shower of my life. As he charged about $40 per hour, I wanted to get my money's worth by spending as short a time cleaning myself in the shower. I quickly dried myself, and walked into the living room. I was amazed by what I saw. The curtains were closed shut, the lights were dimmed, and soft music was playing. To top them off, Adonis had taken off his shirt and shorts, and was wearing only a jockstrap. I smiled weakly as I took in the sight.
Adonis patted the massage table, and motioned me over to him. "Why don't you lie down on your stomach?"
I did as I was told; I laid my body down on the table, and placed my face in that funny looking headrest that was attached to the table. Adonis removed the towel from my waist, and began to rub my back with it. It felt quite good. He then threw the towel onto a chair, and began to rub oil into his hands. He squirted the warm liquid onto my body, and rubbed his hands all over my back. That felt good, and I sighed as a result. "Was that okay?" he asked, a concern tone coloring his voice.
"Yes," I replied contentedly. "That felt good. I've never experienced anything like that before."
"Is this your first time with a masseur?" he asked further.
"No," I admitted. "It is only the first time with a masseur who knows exactly what he is doing."
"Well, just lie there and enjoy."
He moved his hands all over my back and shoulders, using slow, deep, and sensuous strokes. As he continued massaging my back, I felt my aches being literally squeezed out of my body. My tense body began to relax, and I felt sleepy. Suddenly, I jerked back into consciousness. As Adonis worked on my upper back and shoulders, I felt something in my right hand. Both my arms were lying on the table parallel to my body; the palms were opened upwards. When he moved upwards towards my neck and shoulders, Adonis had rubbed his crotch into my right palm. I felt a thick cut dick with my fingers. Apparently, Adonis had removed his jockstrap prior to rubbing oil into my body. I lifted my head, and turned to look at him. He had this mischievous grin, and his eyes twinkled in jocularity. "Do you like holding my cock?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered excitedly, running my fingers along his thick prick.
"Well, just enjoy," he said as he continued massaging my body. "Do me a favor, will you?"
"What's that?"
"Don't take your hand off my dick. Let's make each other feel really good."
"Okay," I replied as my own sexual organ hardened in response to the stimulus in my fingers.
He continued working on my back, and began to move towards the lower half of my body. Reluctantly, I had to release his cock as he paid attention towards my thighs and legs. He worked on my left and right legs separately.
Then, he climbed onto the table and straddled my buttocks as he rubbed them simultaneously. His hard cock was placed in the cleft of my buttocks. I began to wonder if this was a preview of things to come.
Adonis then jumped off, and began to pay attention to my arse. As he worked on both cheeks, he began to push them apart. I helped along, and began to reveal my crotch. He tugged at my balls with hand while the other continued to massage my butt. He then released my balls, and squirted more oil into the crack of my arse. My aching dick began to harden even further as his fingers played with my hole, rubbing it constantly while being careful not to penetrate me.
He then stopped playing with my arse, and ran his finger lightly along my spine. When he reached my neck, his lifted his finger off my body. I felt a certain tinge of emptiness as I had enjoyed his touch very much. Before I could ask him to continue playing with my body, I felt him lifting my right leg and gently biting my right foot. That act sent my body tingling, and he continued to nip at my legs, thighs, asscheeks, and finally my neck and shoulder blades. "Turn over," he said.
I continued to lie there, not moving a muscle. "Turn over," he repeated gently.
I took courage in my hands, and proceeded to ask him to do something that I had never done before. I lifted my head, and looked at him. "Adonis?"
"Yes, Ari," he replied softly, smiling at me.
"Would you please climb on my back, and place your cock in my asscrack for a few minutes?"
"You want me to fuck you?"
"No," I answered hesitantly. "Just lie on my back. Pretend you're fucking me, but please don't fuck me. I want to play safe."
"Okay," he replied.
He climbed onto my back, and continued to grind his crotch against my ass. His chest covered my back, and his fingers intertwined with mine. He ran his tongue along my neck and earlobes, and began to kiss my cheeks. I lifted my head, and turned to face him. He smiled at me, and began to kiss me right on the mouth. I was in ecstasy. After a few minutes, he stopped kissing me. "Ready to turn over?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess," I replied weakly.
I turned over, and lay on my back. Adonis pulled me further down the table, and removed the head contraption. I expected him to continue with his massage as I saw him oiled his hands, but he only placed them on my cock. He rubbed my aching dick harder, and continued to bring me close to the brink. As soon as he sensed that I was getting close, he backed off. He repeated this three times. I happened to glance at the clock on the wall, and saw that I had 30 minutes left. I guess that this was a short massage after all, and that $40 only bought 30 minutes of pleasure. "Ready to shoot?" he asked.
"Yeah!" I shouted, my lust taking control of my senses.
To my surprise, Adonis climbed on top of my body, and rubbed his hard dick against mine. I only expected a hand job prior to that. We rubbed our hard cocks against each other with his face being just inches above mine. Again, I threw caution to the wind, and pulled his mouth against mine. I felt myself getting close to the brink as we continued our tongue duel. "I'm getting close," I mumbled.
"Go for it," he encouraged. "Cum for me, stud!"
We continued against each other, and I tensed as the moment of extreme pleasure came over me. My hard dick shot volumes of semen all over my stomach as Adonis continued our mutual frottage. My body went limp after I had jerked off the last drop, but Adonis continued to rub his body against mine. The next thing I knew, he opened his mouth and screamed silently as he himself shot his load all over my stomach. Our cum was mixed together by his cock rubbing against mine. He collapsed on top of me, and nuzzled his nose against my neck. Then, we continued kissing for several minutes. He lifted his face off mine, and smiled at me. "Do you do this with all your clients?" I asked.
"No," he answered. "Only with you."
"Why?" I inquired further, trying to gauge his sincerity. "I am not that great looking. I'm sure you have other clients who are better looking than me."
"I thought that I would enjoy doing this with you, and I did."
I decided not to question his honesty further, and kept the fantasy that I was the only client he played around with. He proceeded to kiss my face while his hand stroked my hair. He then climbed off the table. "I'm going to clean you up," he said.
Adonis went to the bathroom, and came back with a moist hand towel. He proceeded to clean my cock, balls, and stomach, and disappeared into the bathroom once again. He came back with a bigger towel, and began to wipe me dry. He threw the towel onto the chair, and began to oil his hands. He then began to massage my chest and legs, spending the next 25 minutes giving the greatest physical pleasure that any man could have ever done. When he finished, he stopped to look at me. "Just lie back for a few minutes while I run your shower."
Adonis went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and came back a few minutes later. He gently pulled me off the table, and led me into the bathroom. He opened the shower door, and gestured me to go in. As I experienced the refreshing feeling of the hot water against my body, I felt Adonis coming into the shower and began to rub my back with a soapy wash cloth. He continued giving me the most sensual shower I had ever experienced, rubbing the wash cloth all over my body. He squirted some liquid shampoo into his hand, and proceeded to wash my hair. Boy, I love that feeling. He then rinsed both of us off. He first dried himself, and then he dried me with a large bath towel. He then combed my hair, and topped everything off by kissing me. I dressed myself while he wore only his jockstrap. After I paid him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me for several long minutes. We said our farewells, and we squeezed each other's crotches before I left. He gave me the most beautiful smile a man had ever given me as I walked out the door of the apartment. I walked towards the bus stop, paused for a few moments, and decided to visit the Circus of Books bookstore. As I looked over the glossy pictures of Playguy magazine, I came to one realization. Adonis had really undercharged me for my services. I bought a magazine, and took the next bus back to my hotel in downtown Los Angeles. I had a heavenly experience with an angel in the City of Angels.
NOTE TO READERS: I intend to re-write this story incorporating the assailant characters in the first chapter in more positive and consensual roles in subsequent text. I would very much appreciate any suggestions or ideas from my readers. All other comments are welcome Please mail to blondeallover@hotmail.com