“Can I make an appointment for a Swedish massage in Kuala Lumpur?” This was the extent of Ahmed’s request. On the website where he located me, his profile declared financial independence and an interest in finding another man for shared activities. I read between the lines and determined that here was a corporate professional with interests in the arts and music. He didn’t post a picture of himself, but one of ancient male busts in a museum somewhere. The profile declared he was a small frame man in his mid forties.
I was staying in a luxury high rise in Kuala Lumpur and knew that I could host in my nice space. The biggest issue was that the security in this location was extreme and the host of my Airbnb was paranoid that the guards would take my security access card away from me. The card had her picture and name and not mine and apparently, they were getting stricter. Normally, I didn’t take on other’s fears but this time was different and part of her anxiety landed inside me. I decided that it would be best to meet him at the entrance outside of security and I could just use my card on the electronic entry for pedestrians.
I wrote back to Ahmed and accepted his request. I provided him with the usual information that I gave to prospective clients including my request that they be naked for the massage while I would wear light shorts. We arranged a time and he informed me that he would use a train to get nearby and then a Grab cab to get to me. That worked well for my pedestrian entry plan. He had requested a late afternoon time which I expected meant he would leave work early to have his massage before heading home at the usual time.
I arrived at the gate early and he was punctual which did not surprise me in the least. He was indeed a small framed dark skinned man wearing an expensive suit. It was a good thing that he had come in a cab considering the heat of Malaysia. He had a ready smile and he willingly followed me through the security gate to the apartment where I was staying on the 31st floor. The condo had a balcony and wonderful views of the iconic Petronas towers. He was impressed with my lodging and he became more comfortable seeing that he was in a place where he might have also stayed.
Ahmed started to remove his clothing saying that he understood the request to be naked and he would comply. I offered the use of my shower, but he declined which was fine with me. I had arranged a large towel on the end of the bed where we would do the massage. I removed all of my clothes with the exception of some small black underwear. I guided him to position himself face down on the end of the bed. I had placed a chair nearby so that I wouldn’t be bent over the whole time and could still reach sixty percent of him without moving.
I had brought some of my unscented professional massage oil along with me on my trip and it came in handy. I didn’t use much but just enough to reduce friction. Once he was settled, I took a seated position on the chair and placed both of my hands together on the small of his naked back to connect with his chi. My Reiki skills kicked in unbidden and my hands got warm with healing energy. He made the typical response from a new client, which was an involuntary “mmm” sound, a form of compliment and connection.
I followed my normal procedures and he asked if it were Swedish when I discovered a blocked energy point in his left shoulder which caused a mild electrical response between us. I declared that not all of the experience would be strictly Swedish if I located a problem as I just had. He accepted the answer and returned to his smiling horizonal position. We did not talk much during the session since I closed down his verbal response center early on. His dark skin was smooth and toned. I could tell that he exercised and took good care of his middle aged body. He had short dark hair that was neatly trimmed and he presented a very handsome and attractive appearance, both clothed and naked.
After forty minutes of massage, I asked that he turn face up and he readily complied. He was not aroused, but commented on how relaxing the process was. He provided a couple of good exhales as he settled in to his new position. I began with both hands pressed into his stomach to connect with his chi. There was an attract tuft of dark hair on his chest but the rest of his body was smooth on this side as well. I used long Swedish strokes that went from his shoulders to his knees and he began to exhibit sexual energy that was more than just sensual. I couldn’t read his mind, but I could read his body and he had shifted to a new energy that he had kept under control.
I concentrated more on his legs and less on his chest which caused more blood to enter his penis. He had an average Asian cock which responded as my own hands came in contact with the growing member while still focusing on the legs. His breathing deepened and lengthened in parallel with his shaft, a sign of good connection and openness to being touched sexually. I knew that he was ready when his cock was fully erect and pointing toward the ceiling. I let a few drops of massage oil drip onto the tip of his penis and slowly follow the rules of gravity. I used the tips of my fingers to massage the head of his dick while my other hand connected on his chest to his heart. The energy and blood would naturally flow between those two locations and the excitement got more intense for him.
He moved his hands to his chest to manipulate his nipples which had also hardened. The tips of my fingers on his cock began to gently slide up and down a couple of inches to suggest receiving oral from a warm mouth. He made some groans and worked his nipples harder. I moved my left hand to cup his balls and slowly lowered my warm mouth onto the tip of his dick, just as he was hoping I would. He gently held my head and rubbed my full head of hair in a caring and gentle way. I increased the pressure on his balls and pressed on his frenulum which pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I increased the pressure of my lips on his cock as I took him completely inside. His groans became deeper and his hands held my head more firmly. I continued pumping my head up and down on his cock until I tasted his precum which was warm and sweet. Perhaps he was a vegetarian.
He pulled my head up off of his cock and began to play with my nipples which were very sensitive. My own dick began to take an interest and he noted that there was now a bulge in my black underwear. He reached down and released my half erect shaft from my pants and began to stroke it gently with his hands that had been massaged with oil. It was not long before my cock was totally engaged with the manipulations of his hands and came to its full length.
He asked me to lay back on the bed while he nestled himself between my legs with my cock directly in his face. He licked the underside of my stick from the base of my balls to the tip which was pointing skyward. He took his time and was very sensual as he orally pleased my cock. He was not able to take all of me into his mouth but the warm intensity of his manner was very stimulating. He slowed down when he sensed that I might orgasm. He wanted to make this experience last longer.
After only a moment of rest, he began in earnest pumping his head up and down using lots of saliva to make my dick and balls completely wet. The sensation was very intense and this time he didn’t slow down but came full bore for the sperm that he had been thinking about. My breathing quickened and my body began to writhe on the bed back and forth. This encouraged him to take more of me in his mouth and I felt the tip of my cock bouncing against the back of his throat. This was too much and I shot a hot load of cum into his eager mouth. He was happy to receive the warm delivery and kept on sucking me more gently to take from me as much cum as I had to give. I became too sensitive and had to make him stop.
Ahmed moved to a kneeling position beneath my cock and took some of my cum as a lube for his own cock. I reached out and played with his nipples while he intensely stroked his shaft. He came quickly and with a loud burst of sound. His cum shot all over my chest and I could feel the heat from the liquid as it hit my smooth body. I smiled and laughed which caused him to laugh openly and show his beautiful white teeth which glowed in the dark of the evening.
I pulled him onto me and pressed him to me so that we could share his cum between our bodies. He felt light and warm pressed against me as his breathing relaxed along with his smooth body. “Thank you,” he expressed along with a long exhale releasing cum and energy that had been pent up for some time.
Soon he rolled over onto his back and we were both looking up at the ceiling with neither cock pointing upward anymore. I asked about his work and he informed me that he was in finance. I asked about being gay in a Muslim country and he confirmed that he was very much closeted and no one had any idea. I explained that it was my first time in a Muslim country and commented on the call to prayer five times a day. He declared that he was devout and prayed at each of those five times. Since one of those calls to prayer came during the middle of the work day I asked if there was any pressure about prayer. Did others observe whether you had prayed? He informed me that in the Middle East it was that way for sure and that others noted your religious activity or the absence there of, but in Malaysia it was more laidback and there was a sense that you could complete what you were doing and get in your five minutes of prayer within thirty minutes of the call to prayer; that was OK.
I asked about his family and he explained that they had given up on him being married long ago. He had gone to England for graduate schooling and stayed to work there for a number of years and when he returned to Malaysia they accepted that he was married to his work.
I asked when he had last been naked with a man. He paused for a minute and said, “I don’t remember.” I didn’t press him to remember but declared that that was a bad sign of him not meeting his own needs. I suggested that he put a target date somewhere on the calendar of 2020 that he would once again be naked with a man. I encouraged him to get outside of the confines he had helped to make and be free for a few hours. He replied, “So when are you coming back again?” We both recognized this as a joke and as way in which he might be able to meet a target goal without much effort. I pressed him to be serious about this issue and said, “How does one change?” So, I told him a story about a friend.
My friend and his wife would go to a nude beach and the friend was a very high end corporate financial man. Men in that position were almost always conservative, cautious and without great people skills. My friend decided to change his behavior by requiring himself to introduce himself to someone new on the beach every time that he went. That was how I met this man initially on the nude beach where I was walking with a BBW blond female. All of us were nude but he exuded confidence when he walked right up and introduced himself offering a hand shake. When my friend later told me about making this goal, I was impressed at the very pragmatic approach to making a difficult personal change.
This story impressed Ahmed as well and he seemed to take in the idea. This time he asked in earnest when I was returning and I informed that that it would likely be next Winter before I would return to Malaysia. He rolled over and snuggled into my arms and I held him close to my beating heart. He had a smile of admiration as he looked at me, wondering how I made it seem so easy.
I explained that I was not always this way and had to find my own developmental path, just as we all did. He was at the right age to take on personal change and perhaps find some happiness in his life that he would miss if he didn’t begin to adjust soon.
We stayed in close body contact as the last light faded with the coming of night. I felt his internal struggle with needing to leave and wanting to stay. He wanted to savor the time so that if someone asked him again about being with a naked man, he would have a good story to tell, a story about the Caucasian who seemed to understand what was inside him and could touch with such meaning and feeling.
“I will go get cleaned up a bit,” he declared as he departed from the bed. I stayed in the twilight on the bed and felt the difficulty of his challenge based on faith and country. At least he was in Malaysia where it was more relaxed and he was very intelligent. Perhaps he would take up my challenge and have a story to tell me of how he came to be naked with a man and have intimate times.
I put on some clothes so that I could escort him past security without any problem. He was grateful for that offer and thanked me openly as we both hugged in the apartment fully clothed again. Perhaps I felt some hope within him that he would muster his courage to make a new life. Outside the security gate, we waved as new friends not knowing where our futures would take us but knowing that we were the masters of our own destinies if we chose to be