I relish the sensual feeling of being touched and the exciting possibility of enticing the masseur into providing additional, intimate services. Whenever I travel to an LGBT-friendly city like Bangkok, Taipei, or Tokyo, I make it a point to seek out man-to-man massage services.
Bangkok
It's always a pleasant surprise whenever I visit everyone's favorite ASEAN city. I could be having a massage at a seemingly normal parlor, but halfway through, as I feel my erection stir and grow, the male masseur would often subtly suggest "extra services" for a tip.
The masseurs here typically pay close attention to my nipples when massaging my chest, rubbing aromatic oil and brushing ever so lightly against them. My nipples are definitely my weak spots; they invariably make me uncontrollably hard. Another common technique is using oil to massage the inner thighs, their fingers dancing closer to my growing desire.
Beyond these unexpected delights, Bangkok also offers establishments marketed specifically as "men-for-men" but strictly without additional services, as well as those that are explicitly for intimate encounters only.
I remember sitting in a gallery full of men, my eyes scanning the room, selecting a charming face and hot body to accompany me to a private room. I shed my clothes and lay on my front. Surprisingly, the guy gave a truly exceptional back and leg massage. When I finally turned over, my cock was rock hard, and I eagerly fucked him. On my very next trip, we even arranged to meet privately at my hotel room, a clandestine repeat performance.
Taipei
I've mentioned getting gay massages during my Taiwan trips in previous post. I engaged Captain Taiwan's service both times I was in Taipei. You add their account on Line, and they'll share the weekly lineup of male masseurs and their availability. Then, you're given the precise location of a rented private apartment.
I love the rush of excitement as the masseur opens the door, welcoming you into the apartment. More often than not, they look even better in person and hardly ever disappoint. Gentle spa music would be playing in the background as I stepped into the softly lit room.
After removing my shoes, I was ushered to the shower. After a quick wash, I shed the towel around my waist and lay down, anticipation buzzing through me. By now, the handsome masseur would already be in his underwear (or jockstraps), his body a tantalizing promise.
The session often came with a superb massage—gentle yet firm—melting away all the knots and aches. Things started to truly spice up when he began to lube me with the aromatic oil, his warm chest sensually rubbing against my back.
He asked if I enjoyed his massage and if I engaged this service often. I told him I loved to try it whenever I visited Taipei. He mentioned that usually, it’s local and/or older gay men who are the customers. As we chatted and he continued rubbing me, my cock got throbbed with desire, and I hesitantly asked if I could kiss him. He normally didn't allow it, but then, with a playful glint in his eye, he said, "You're an exception."
I turned over, and we kissed deeply, our lips intertwining as he continued to massage my chest and stroke my thighs, his touch igniting every nerve ending. My cock was painfully hard, and after 15-20 minutes, it was time for me to release my load. I thanked him for the session, making a mental note of his name and a firm reminder to engage him next time.
The very next day, feeling undeniably horny again, I texted Captain Taiwan. Unfortunately, the guy from yesterday wasn't available at my desired time, so I asked for recommendations. The admin shared a hidden profile that wasn't in the usual lineup and told me this one was "reserved for special customers only."
I had the session with a tall, hunky, tanned, native Taiwanese man. His approach was bold and playful. When I stepped out of the shower, he was already naked, his powerful body on full display. He immediately proceeded to give me an oil massage—and a truly exceptional one. Besides releasing my knots, he seemed to intuitively unlock new pleasure points within me. He turned me over, and my cock was rigid. Seeing this, he sensually grabbed it and, with a confident smirk, sat directly onto my cock. I was fucking him, and he was clearly reveling in the wild ride on my cock. He then asked if he could fuck me, and we did it in missionary and doggy style, each thrust deepening the pleasure.
After we both released our loads, I commended him on how incredible he was, promising a five-star review and a glowing text to the admin. It was only then that he revealed he was actually the boss and the admin handling the chat himself! So, he must have heard good feedback about me from the other masseur and cleverly "tricked" me into this session with him. Very well played indeed.
Tokyo
The Japanese experience is very similar to Taipei, though there's an added layer due to the charming language barrier.
My first masseur was a short but very hunky and sweet guy who gave me a wonderful massage with a happy ending, and we even shared a shower together, the warm water cascading over our bodies.
The second time was with a hunky, tall Japanese man with facial hair, strikingly similar to my Japanese porn crush. As I was only in transition between locations, I didn't have much time or enough yen with me. I'd signed up for the standard 60-minute session, but he was absolutely my type, and I desperately wanted to spend more time with him, so I upgraded to 120 minutes with aromatherapy oil.
He turned on his charm and also turned on his Google Translate so we could understand each other, bridging the linguistic gap. I confessed I really liked Japanese men with facial hair like him (without revealing my specific fetish for Japanese gay porn), and he, in turn, said he liked tall guys like me and wanted a boyfriend who looked just like me. I brushed it off playfully, but my cock was already hard. He told me he preferred to bottom, and I was more than happy to let him sit and ride my cock with abandon. I love this position as our eyes could meet, we kissed passionately, and we were fondling each other’s nipples. His chest was slightly hairy, making him the perfect masseur I had envisioned.
We then switched to doggy style, and I found myself pounding into him, making him moan like my bitch. Hearing his erotic sounds fill the air, I fucked him even harder, and he begged me to breed him. I shot every hot drop of my cum juice deep inside him, and his ass overflowed with my seed. We lay down side by side for me to jerk him off, and he came all over, his cum splattering onto my chest too. We kissed, resting in our satisfied haze, before I showered and made my move.
Singapore
In Singapore, I once tried a mutual friend's service, an oil massage that ended with bukkake all over my face. He lived alone in a spacious three-room HDB flat; he had knocked down walls to create a truly open setting. He meticulously instructed me to clean myself and ensure my ass was thoroughly prepared.
He then proceeded to give me an oil massage—firm, gentle, and profoundly sensual. He moved down to rim me provocatively and finger my eager hole. He fed me his cock for me to suck, teasing my mouth with his length. He didn't fuck me, but he was an expert at edging me, masterfully bringing me to the brink of climax before finally masturbating me until I came. Then, he deliberately walked over to the side of my face to jerk off, releasing his cum directly onto my eager skin.
There was also a sensual male massage session in the city area where nothing more happened, and two different places in the East. One offered a truly excellent spa service with floral baths and an indulgent oil massage, and the other was a four-hands massage culminating in a glorious happy ending.
Do you enjoy gay massages? Where have you been, and do you have any recommendations?
