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CHINESE MEDICINE
By J. Vincent.
I'm a married guy who is comfortable being naked. I like thefreedom of being clothes free and I enjoy it even more if others are around,either participating themselves of if not, at least watching. I like beingviewed and there is a strong exhibitionist streak in knowing that my nudity isbeing observed and enjoyed. It's especially hot if its other guys and I've hadseveral bi experiences over the years meaning I'm just as happy being nakedwith a guy as I am with a girl.
Normally, this happens on a beach in the summer. Butrecently, it's been happening in the back room of a Chinese health shop in mylocal town. Their window display promoted sports massage and as a regularrunner, I could always use a competent pair of hands working away on my achingmuscles. It's one of those places with jars of odd looking herbs lined upbehind the counter and where they also practice acupuncture - certainly anabove-board looking place.
I went inside and a delightful older Chinese guy with aDoctor to his name said he could see me immediately. He led me upstairs to atable and over the next hour, gave me an excellent sports massage with him inhis white coat and me in just a pair of underpants. We talked about his family,his daughter at university, gardening and a whole bunch of other banal topicsand while nothing untoward happened, there was something in the air thatsuggested the promise of more to come. So I booked another session with him aweek later.
This time I turned up in my running kit and when Iundressed, it meant I was naked on his table. He came in to the room and seeingmy nude form, he draped a towel across my back as he went to work on my legs.The moment a pair of hands start working on my upper, inner thighs then I'minstantly turned on and that's what happened here.
He asked me to turn on to my back and the bulge in the towelwas a giveaway as he worked away without comment. Finally, he asked me to lieon my side and as he worked away on the targeted group of muscles, the towelfell away and neither of us bothered to retrieve it. Absolutely nothing wassaid but I could see him snatching glimpses of my semi erect cock wobbling as hepummelled my body.
On the next occasion, he went for the towel to cover me andI told him not to bother – I was happy being naked. With my legs apart, I knewhe would quickly be seeing my hardening cock pointing downwards and he did seemto spend an inordinate amount of time on my gluts and upper thighs. Once turnedover, my hard on was fully on display and while he spent a long time looking atit, nothing happened. As soon as he had finished and left the room, I wasquickly splashing cum all over his couch!
One thing that always happens to me when aroused is I leak aload of pre-cum. On one of the next occasions, he commented that he had notseen it before in a man and thought it was some sort of discharge that a GPwould need to look at. I told him it was normal and happens when I'm turned on.He looked fascinated and with both of us looking at my cock, I wiped a greatglobule off and pulled it between my fingers to show its consistency. His headbent close to study it and then watched closely as I pulled my foreskin rightback and wiped another load on to me.
As each visit took place, the atmosphere became more andmore intimate. He now didn't leave the room as I undressed but stayed to watchas I stripped naked. Rather than get me straight on the massage couch, we wouldtalk about which muscles needed attention (funnily enough they were always thegluts and upper, inner thighs)! There is something super-hot about being nakedin the presence of a fully dressed guy as we nonchalantly talked about my(exposed) body.
It was now standard to get a raging erection and standardnot to cover it as I rolled on my back. In the first few sessions, I might giveit a touch to move it to one side or give it just a soft stroke but emboldened,I started to properly stroke myself with one hand cupping my balls and theother running up and down my shaft, swirling a thumb round my engorged helmetand making it wet from all the pre-cum. In a rather thick voice, I said do youmind me doing this?' to which he replied not at all – please go ahead' so Iwould display myself in all my hardness for his feasting eyes. And all thewhile, he would continue with his massage. He commented that I was very fit formy years (early 50's and when he said it several times, I knew he was referringto my strength of hard on rather than my abs or general physique. When hard, I'ma good 8" in length with a good thick girth and a large pair of balls. Asidefrom a small amount of pubic hair, I shave that area to expose as much ofmyself as possible and I knew he liked what he saw.
Finally, in one session feeling hornier than hell, I strokedmyself more and more enthusiastically until I was having a full on, fully nude,fully aroused frantic wank. Again, I asked if he minded and again, he showed nodisgust, no desire for me to stop and was clearly happy as he said `no, no, pleasecontinue'.
It didn't take long and as I spurted jet after jet of hotspunk on to my belly, he whispered admiringly `very good – just like young man'.It was the only time he stopped the massage as he went to get a tissue and wipedmy body clean.
And that's our routine now. I go once every ten days, hewatches as I get naked, we chat with me naked and then he massages my musclesas I put on a display for him. And at the end of the session, back down in theshop, we are politeness personified as I pay the bill, he shakes my hand and wepart as if nothing has happened. Mind you, I quite often have to wait at thecounter as he heads straight to the staff rest room and my guess is he is wankingaway his arousal too.
And while it would be great for him to actually reach outand touch me – and me him – the fact that it is all so doctor/patient in itsscenario, I wouldn't want it any other way.