It was my first time in Taiwan’s capital and I was looking forward to learning about the culture and history of the island. I knew my world history reasonably well but much of the deep study had been decades ago and I had forgotten that Japan took this territory in 1895, long before the world wars. So here was an indigenous culture layered with fifty years of Japanese influence until China was awarded the land when the Japanese were defeated. A number of Chinese immigrants arrived years before the KMT invaded the island in 1949 and placed the land under martial law until 1978 when democracy arrived, surviving to today.
I had received a number of requests to meet when I listed my travel to Taipei and one in particular was very much of interest. Chen offered to take me to a hot spring which I had done in Japan many years before. I knew that the Taipei hot springs were not located in the city itself and this would be an opportunity to get outside of the busy metropolis. I accepted his invitation which I think surprised him.
He wrote to me that he would like to pick me up at my location at 6:45 AM. When I read that I laughed out loud because I was not a morning person. In the US, I had trained all of my friends not to call before 9 AM. I informed Chen of my acceptance and declared that since he was providing such a nice offer, it was incumbent upon me to be flexible and fit into his schedule. The Airbnb place where I was staying was not readily identifiable so I located a nearby hotel that had a curved driveway where Chen could easily pull in his vehicle from the busy street.
I had to set an alarm to be able to meet him at the appointed time but I awoke slightly before the alarm and was able to turn it off. My body sensed time and the alarm was a backup system. I headed to the nearby meeting place and arrived just as I saw a car pull in and take a waiting position. We had traded facial pictures so each of us had the same information for recognition. As I approached, I saw the driver’s window drop down revealing Chen who was smiling broadly. I may have smiled as well at how easily this was unfolding. It was his pleasant smile that made me feel very comfortable getting into a car with a man I had only just met. There were some risks that I took but they were within reason. As an Asian man, he was also taking a risk since he didn’t have a face mask on at any point during our time together. Covid-19 was just beginning its travels in Southeast Asia.
I got into the passenger side and buckled my belt. Chen spoke very good English but had a bit of a speech impediment which was apparent even in his “Good morning.” He pulled into the morning traffic and I thanked him again for providing this early morning adventure. I had asked during our writing which spa we were going to and he had readily informed me that it was the Emperor spa. I looked it up on the Internet and noted that it was up in the nearby hills and was a locals only place unless you were accompanied. I was most fortunate to be with Chen. He had also informed me that the spa was just for men and all would be naked. That was my good fortune.
I asked how often he went to the spa and he asked me to repeat the question, explaining that he was hard of hearing and hadn’t put in his hearing aid which he never used at the spa. I elevated my volume and enunciated clearly to adjust for this new situation. He declared that he often went once a week. He asked me to hold questions for a bit while he navigated us through a part of town that was not his usual path. We crossed the bridge into New Taipei City and started our ascent up the hill before he declared that he was now on his regular path and we could talk again. He informed me that the trip from where he lives took less than two hours yesterday and he had gotten a good rate at the hotel.
He had a delightful smile and a pleasant energy which informed me that it would be a good day. I asked about work and he declared that he didn’t work much anymore since his partner had had a stroke. This was my first news that there was a partner who was in fact back at the hotel in Taipei where he would not rise until noon, so we had some time. The partner had been a professor of medicine at a prestigious US University and was now 80 years old. The stroke had debilitated his left side and vision so that he needed a fulltime caretaker. Chen had chosen to leave his engineering work to become the caretaker. I didn’t ask about money for support but I did note that we were in a fairly new BMW.
This morning was therefore a personal getaway for Chen and he must have been looking forward to having some new company to provide some stimulation. Soon we were into the forested section of the hills and the morning mist was still caressing the land. At times, the sky seemed to disappear. I commented on it and he declared that it was very common. We pulled onto a narrow winding road with a more severe incline and Chen pointed out the building where we were going. It was stone and dark wood with a Japanese design. He informed me that it had been built during the Japanese occupation which some locals still lamented was no longer in place. Life was so organized then. It also had a completely full parking lot. Chen was surprised but knew of a lot just below where we were able to park. He had brought towels and waters from the hotel for us which was good because I came unprepared. The spa didn’t provide any type of towel but did have small lockers for storing clothing.
I commented on his BMW saying, “It’s not surprising that an engineer would drive a Beemer.” He laughed at the truth and responded, “I have another one that’s a convertible but it wasn’t going to be good for this trip so I used this one.” I stopped wondering about his financial situation.
We approached the main desk where an Asian woman in her mid thirties was collecting our admission. Chen explained the price and we each paid the money which amounted to four dollars US. Chen declared that part of the reason for coming early was that the price doubled later in the morning, like he couldn’t afford another four dollars. He comfortably guided us to the locker area and we each chose one. There was a key for locking the door, but he declared that it wasn’t necessary so I did just as he did, wrapping the stretch cord of the elastic key chain over the opening to alert others that it was occupied. I appreciated a trust system among naked men.
There were about forty of those naked men who were using the six different water areas. Each had a different temperature and one had high pressure water pipes for back massage which felt great when I used it. First, we took showers and I was happy to see that it was not the low to the ground Japanese style but more like a Western gang shower with no enclosures. We cleaned ourselves well and didn’t bother drying. Chen led the way and explained the three main pools before getting into the hottest one in the middle.
I had been to onsen in Japan which were mixed gender as well as separate and learned how to be in the very hot mineral water. It took some tolerance because these waters could be above 110 degrees Fahrenheit with some as high as 116. Generally hot tub water in the US was at 104 degrees. Wimps. I recognized that this would have a painful start as my body got used to the heat. I had learned that if I remained completely still a micro film developed between the 98.6 of my body and the much higher temperature of the spa water. The trick was not to move or it broke that barrier and I would have to start again.
I stayed in the water as long as Chen and I saw that he was impressed with my ability to just get into the hottest one. The heat did make me lightheaded and I went to sit on a bench where he soon joined me. He was surprised at the number of men, but it explained the full parking area. He pointed out the steam room and the sauna and I declared that I couldn’t use those due to my asthmatic condition. I think he might have been a bit disappointed in that because he also pointed out the sign in Chinese which stated that no touching was to take place in those rooms. It must have been that some touching did happen or they wouldn’t have a sign. In typical gay bathhouses, those were often the areas with the most action. As the only Caucasian, I received looks from the other men but none approached me or Chen that I could see. It was remarkable to see so many Asian men without any face masks. Only the woman at the counter had on a mask.
Eventually, I tested each of the pools and determined in Goldilocks fashion that the medium temperature was the best for me. We didn’t stay connected cheek by jowl in the area but touched base with each other periodically. He asked me if there were any men of interest and I pointed out two that were about his age of mid 50’s and in good shape. I said, “I think that you are the youngest one here!” which broadened his smile and drew some laughter. Indeed, the average age was probably 75. Most of the men were slender and looked as though they had good muscle tone when they were younger. Only a couple of the men had extra weight. All were very smooth Asian men who had a good energy with laughter bursting out of a group periodically.
Chen invited me to a free breakfast at his hotel, but we needed to leave the spa before 9 AM. I readily accepted his invitation and it was not long after he spoke that we were back taking showers and getting dressed to leave. As we were walking to the car, I asked if he could put in his hearing aid now so that we could have an easier conversation. He informed me that it was at the hotel. He apologized and I declared that it wasn’t important.
It seemed that the return was faster than our departure and in about half an hour we were pulling into the curved driveway of his hotel which was quite elegant. I was not surprised since it matched his BMW. The valet recognized him and directed him to a special parking spot. The doorman also recognized him and provided what was likely a named welcome. We hurried to the breakfast area and Chen encouraged me to get food on my plate before it closed at 10 AM.
I had been in fancy hotels and luxury breakfast buffets in my corporate life, but this was likely the largest and most varied spread that I had ever encountered. There were six stations and each station occupied at least five meters of food options. There were also stations for having omelets made and some Asian dishes freshly prepared. Three kinds of smoked salmon were available as well as three types of cooked salmon. Chen was already back at our table with three small plates of food when I returned with my two small plates. He wanted to take the towels back up to the room and get his hearing aid. We both would have been uncomfortable in the public eating space to talk at the volume I had used in the car.
He returned in just a few moments and we ate with pleasure. In many cases, we had made the same or similar selections as he declared that he loved Western breakfast. He had done some schooling in the US where he had met his partner and he discovered that there were better things than rice for breakfast, like the bacon that we both were enjoying. As soon as the breakfast was done, he took out the hearing aid declaring that it picked up a lot of high frequency noise and was an irritation.
Chen decided that it would be easier to use a Grab taxi to go to my place so that he wouldn’t have to worry about parking his car. The taxi pulled up just a few minutes after we exited the hotel and we were quickly at my place which was only a few kilometers away. Chen confirmed with the driver that a lot of Chinese tourists were not in the city due to the virus travel bans so we didn’t have any traffic along the route.
I was slightly embarrassed bringing Chen to my very humble Airbnb after having such an elegant breakfast at the hotel. He didn’t seem to mind and so I let the embarrassment go. The bed took up most of the space in my room which was where we were planning to be anyway so we didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Both of us got quickly undressed with each of us taking care about where we put things for later retrieval.
I pulled my new naked friend close to me and we rubbed bodies while standing with hands caressing smooth backs and shoulders. He kept his head away from me and I sensed that he reserved kissing for his partner. I could have a good time without kissing but I knew that for some it was the best way to arousal. I felt his small cock become larger. I had noted that it was a typical Asian cock when we were at the spa so I knew what to expect. The good thing about smaller Asian cocks was that they often got really hard but he was still in a semi soft stage. I reached down and pulled back the foreskin which released a bit of precum. I used my thumb and middle finger to rub the tip of his shaft which led to more firmness and an arched back.
I pressed his head down to my left nipple and enjoyed the bristling from his soft facial hair. His mouth was warm which provided a pleasant stimulation. It seemed that he was enjoying my nipple as much as I was enjoying having him there.
I dropped down to sit on the edge of the bed where his dick would present itself to my face. It was easy to take his whole cock into my mouth with one gulp, but I chose to be slower and to use my tongue to taste the precum on the tip of his cock. I slid back more of this foreskin and slowly moved it back and forth while lightly tickling his balls. He tensed with pleasure and moaned in satisfaction. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his dick all the way to the base of his balls where I gently licked those as well. He pressed my head hard into his balls and so I opened my mouth and gave both of them my oral warmth. I felt him shoot a small amount of precum on my cheek as I did that.
He pushed me back onto the bed so that I was face up and he leapt on top of me pressing his cock between my thighs. I squeezed tightly against his fully erect penis and he pumped away with gusto while keeping his body lifted above mine. His breathing began to coordinate with the thrusts and I teased his nipples which were covered in dark soft hair. I tugged on them to see if he would respond and he gave an animal like growl that provided my answer.
Chen rolled over onto his back and I moved down to be in a 69 position straddling his body while my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. He put my hard dick into his mouth but played mostly with the tip. He gave both of my smooth ass cheeks a smack that provided a stimulating tingle. I provided a pleasant humming sound in response so he smacked them again, a little bit harder this time. I could tell that he was approaching orgasm.
He pushed me off and onto my back again and straddled my body so that our dicks matched up. He rubbed some saliva onto his hand and began to rapidly pump our cocks together in unison. I loved felling his hard shaft press against my balls and I became very stimulated. He shot his load first and most of the hot cum landed on my chest. He only let his breathing change for a few seconds before he scooped up his cum and used it as a lubricant to pump my dick harder. He leaned over and bit my right nipple which made me shoot my big load bursting against his chest. We both said, “Whoa” at the same time and our tensed bodies began to relax. He rolled over so that we were both face up with sperm dripping from our chests.
My own breathing took longer than his to recover from my explosion, but I saw him look at the clock on the wall. I have had this experience before when a married man checks to see if he had stayed inside his budgeted time. The time hole on this experience was closing and he needed to exit before it became a problem. He asked if he could take a quick shower and I assured him that it was fine.
I didn’t follow him into the shower where I knew he needed to be efficient. Instead, I stared at the ceiling enjoying the last part of our time by listening to the water cascade against his naked body, just as I had seen happen at the spa. The memory of him in my shower would not be better than the one I already had from the spa. I heard myself utter another pleasant humming sound which was an involuntary response.
When I heard the water stop, I grabbed a towel and wiped myself so that I could put on clothes to accompany him to the street where I knew he would have a Grab taxi arrive soon. Neither of us talked, not wanting to break the moment that we had had together. After we were both dressed, we hugged and I thanked him for providing an experience that I could not have had without him. He declared that he was happy for the day, but I felt his spirit pulling him away at the same time.
As I had predicted, there was a Grab taxi that arrived in less than a minute after we exited my building. He must have made the arrangement while he was in my bathroom. He entered the dark car and we both provided a wave goodbye like friends, but neither believing that another experience would come for us.