After returning to the United States in September 2020 from my year outside the country, I remained in New Jersey to reconnect with friends. Up to that point I’d been in Southeast Asian countries during the pandemic, where they took Covid seriously. Everyone wore masks and socially distanced. No one met in large groups and the numbers were low in all of the countries where I stayed. The largest amount of time was spent in Northern Thailand where the viral cases were very limited. So, it was a brave step for me to return to the US where tens of thousands of cases a day were happening all over the country. Since my visa was expiring and I didn’t have many alternatives, I spent 40 hours getting safely to New Jersey from Pattaya.
I was most fortunate that a good friend offered to put me up in his condo where he resided three to four nights a week. That was a good, safe way for us to make sure that both of us were Covid free and not infecting each other. Having spent the previous three months in Pattaya, where there were no new virus cases for the last 100 days, I knew that I was not likely to be carrying the virus. At this time, there were not so many new Covid cases in New Jersey, so it was a reasonable place to be for some time.
My sister in Arizona offered me her spare bedroom and I knew that it would be safe there since she and her husband were retired and living in the desert 50 miles East of Phoenix. I always described it as a place where there were more rattlesnakes than people. They and all of their “nearby” neighbors were on five acres of land each with perhaps a dozen households at most. I had visited there a number of times and always enjoyed the quiet, the sun and the clear starry skies.
The plan was to leave New Jersey on the 10th of November to avoid any Winter driving along my path. I had driven across the US many times and had taken all of the standard routes before, so this was less about sightseeing and more about finding the safest route in terms of the virus. The Covid map of the US was dynamic but there were lots of states displaying full red in the middle of the country. I would be traveling by myself and staying in modest hotels, so the risk seemed minimal. I was of the belief that I was most at risk in groups, especially indoors.
I made sure that I had food in my car for three days which would get me to Colorado where I had gone to graduate school more than 40 years earlier. I also had a plastic container in case the rest areas didn’t seem safe. I wanted to spend a few days near Denver and enjoy the mountains before Winter set in. The new concern there was fire. There had been large forest fires near Rocky Mountain National Park and people had been evacuated from some of the foothill cities. That might impact my travel more than the virus. I would have to wait until I arrived to determine local conditions for my safety.
I hadn’t taken a long road trip in years and I decided to be conservative about my hours of driving. I would only travel during daylight and keep myself to 400 to 500 miles a day. That meant that my first night would be in Eastern Ohio. I knew the area from long ago and was comfortable that I could find a hotel near the highway.
During one of my visions of this trip, I thought that I would be open to meeting people for massage, but the Covid situation made me reticent. Nonetheless, I posted my first four days of travel on my usual websites for meeting men just to see what might happen. There were a few who connected and expressed interest, but the most appealing was a man in Eastern Ohio who wanted an early morning massage. I have mostly avoided early morning massages, but this would get me out of bed and on the road by the time I wanted, so I agreed to the session.
Mark was a middle 50’s man with a stocky build and an attractive cock that he declared average. On his profile, he made explicit that he wanted to be sucked and to top. During our email exchanges, I agreed to those activities following the therapeutic and sensual massage. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and I was looking forward to feeling him slide inside. I suspected that he was married which explained the need for the particular time of 7:30 AM.
My day of driving from New Jersey to Eastern Ohio was uneventful. Only once did I stop to add fuel to the tank and empty liquid from my bladder. Most of the people at the restroom were wearing masks which made me feel safe. That was my only human contact for the day of travel. When I arrived at my hotel in the late afternoon, I interacted with one female who was behind a large piece of clear plexiglass. She wasn’t wearing a mask which surprised me. At least I had on my face covering. I settled in and texted the room number to Mark who confirmed that he would be there in the morning. I set the alarm on my phone to make sure that I would be ready at the appointed time.
I awoke refreshed and ready for my full day. After I got cleaned up, I set the lighting and music and tuned up my Reiki hands while waiting for Mark. My client was prompt and more handsome than I was expecting. He had a full head of thick black hair and a large masculine face. When he removed his clothes, I noted that he didn’t have much body hair and that his skin was pale which made a significant contrast with the hair on top of his head. I directed him to be naked and prone along the bottom of the bed where I had placed a large hotel towel.
I began the massage in my usual fashion by connecting my oiled hands with his chi at the small of his back. I noted good muscle tone in his upper back and arms and only small amounts of tension. When I massaged his neck, I detected a reduced range of motion and energy flow. This was not uncommon in men and suggested that he worked with weights or had a manual labor job. His legs had tension along the hamstrings and I was able to relax them but sensed that a sexual interest was increasing. He had large feet which were compatible with supporting his stocky frame.
When I asked him to turn over, Mark easily maneuvered his body into the position on the bed where I wanted him. I hadn’t given attention to his member until he turned onto his back. He was normal length, but very thick and I didn’t think that he was engorged all the way yet. I was concerned about being able to fit him into either of the receptive holes that he wanted to fill. I continued with the massage of his torso, which resulted in an increased girth of the already thick shaft.
When I stood at his head and stretched my long arms to his mid thighs, Mark reached up with both of his hands to sensually rub my chest. He lifted his head and tucked my left nipple into his warm mouth. My own member responded to his sensual attention and I moved my right hand to softly stroke his hard shaft. He was uncut and the head was poking most of the way beyond his foreskin. He moaned in satisfaction from the stimulation and increased his suckling on my hard nipple. He was for sure a married man who was likely bisexual.
I moved down to massage his legs while standing at his feet. I used long strokes which gently graced his thick member that was so heavy it couldn’t stand erect on its own. I slid up between his legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible. I was barely able to fit him inside, but could only take a few inches. I knew that I would need to focus on relaxing my jaws and increasing the amount of moisture on his cock. I used one hand to hold his dick firmly in an upright position while I lowered my mouth to get him in deeper. I made it to four inches and sensed that I might not ever get my lips to reach the base. We all have some physiological limitations. I settled for stroking his foreskin manually while my mouth took in the two thirds of his cock that I could handle. I wondered what his wife was able to do.
Mark reached down with his strong hands and moved my head up and down on the shaft without trying to push deeper into my mouth. He must have had this issue with most people who tried to please him orally. I might have been able to take more if I used poppers, but I didn’t want to introduce that item so early in the morning and the first time being with him. Even then, I don’t think that I could have gotten all of him inside me.
I decided to try a different path and moved myself into a straddling position with my cock resting on his. I stroked us together and he reached up to twist my nipples while I did so. My dick might have been harder than his, but mine wasn’t as thick and didn’t need as much blood pressure to attain a full erection. His face displayed his intensity and level of stimulation. He seemed ready to try for my other hole.
I slipped his massive cock behind me and used the moisture on his cock to prepare my opening for something that was certain to be painful. I slid up and down pressing his dick between my ass cheeks to arouse both of us to be ready for what was to come. I tried to open myself as much as possible, but I sensed that this position was not going to be effective in getting him inside me. I continued to ride him while pressing his thick shaft firmly against my smooth ass. Without warning, I felt a gush of warm fluid exit from him and cover my ass with his hot load.
“I’m sorry, but I came on the outside,” Mark apologized which was totally unnecessary. His orgasm had saved my ass from pain and still satisfied my urge to be able to bring this masculine man to his pinnacle of pleasure. I slid his cum covered cock underneath me and lay on his manly chest while I listened to his breathing return to normal. He stretched his strong arms around my naked body and pulled me into a sensual embrace that expressed his passionate qualities.
I whispered in his ear that there were more parts to the massage and he released his arms to let me be about my business. I cleaned up our bodies from his explosion and returned to relaxing his neck. Mark had even better range of motion now that he had orgasmed and I took the opportunity to remove some cranial trash that he hadn’t bothered to extricate. I felt his body get lighter as I did so and moved on to bless him non verbally with my usual encouragements. I asked the spirits to watch over him and guide him toward a richer happiness in himself.
Mark was in a very relaxed state, but the instant that he sensed I was finished, he sat up on the bed and put his mind into work mode. While he put his clothes back on, I asked where he was from originally. “I’m from Israel and came to the US for work.” Then I asked about his wife, since I was certain that he was married. “My wife is Chinese but from Indonesia. I met her there when I was working. She’s my age, but much younger looking than I am.” I declared truthfully that he was aging quite well and he returned the compliment.
I asked if his wife were controlling, just as I had seen with Asian women in Thailand. “Oh yes. She needs to know my every move and if there is even a 10 minute difference she will ask where I was. That’s why I had to be here just early this morning and now I have to go. Thank you for a great experience.” His smile stretched broadly across the width of his face. It seemed to be the price that I saw Caucasian men pay for the delights of having a young-looking, sexy Asian woman. Mark would always be on a short leash.
When Mark departed, I finished my coffee and checked out of my room on schedule to push further West into the middle of the country. In normal times, I would have veered North to Michigan to visit relatives, but I didn’t want to intrude into the virus protective bubbles that they had created. Later in the day, I received an email from Mark thanking me again while stating that he was amazed by how warm my hands had gotten. He was having a very happy and exciting day which made him look forward to getting home to his lovely Asian wife. I would have loved watching them naked together.