On the flight to Hong Kong, I was reading my conference materials. Sitting beside me, my colleague Ben asked if I had finished reading the materials. I said no. Then we chatted a little bit about his family. We never had had time to talk about our family or personal matters during our daily work. After all, we did not work in the same office. We were not even in the same city.
Soon we landed in Hong Kong. It was a short flight. As we entered the terminal Kevin caught up with us. The three of us had gone to Hong Kong to take part in a week-long conference.
We checked in to the hotel. It was late in the afternoon. We decided to tour around the city before dinner. The meal was lovely. I always liked the food in Hong Kong. It was about eight when we finished our dinner.
Ben said to me: “Why don’t you go out to see the night life? You are still single and only you can enjoy the WILD things here. Kevin and I are married. We have to go back to hotel. Perhaps I will make a call to my wife.”
“No. I am very tired. I will go back to the hotel too,” said to Ben, I thought: “Maybe after the conference.”
We walked back to the hotel. It was a very nice hotel, the lobby was huge. I stayed on the 43rd floor, Ben on the 45th and Kevin on the 46th. With only the three of us in the elevator, the doors opened on the 11th Floor. There came in a Caucasian, taller than me, about 6 feet. The gym and the sauna appeared to be on the 11th Floor. Too bad I wouldn’t have time to visit the health club in the coming days until the conference ended.
I looked at the Caucasian guy and realized shockingly that he was staring at me. I quickly lowered my head. A second or two later, I raised my head again and noticed that he was still staring at me. I turned my eyes away. Luckily, both Ben and Kevin looked onto the floor. I glanced back at this Caucasian. He lowered his head and raised it immediately with a little smile in his face. We both knew what’s going on. He was handsome, medium built, and sophisticated, probably five to ten years older than me.
My heartbeat surged. It was an intensive feeling. What a tragedy! There was such strong attraction between us but my colleagues were present. If one of them had raised his head a little bit, I would have had to stop looking at this guy. Luckily they were too tired. I looked at the handsome Caucasian again and he looked back. Too bad, a great meal was in front of me, but I simply could not touch it.
The elevator stopped at the 26th Floor. The doors opened. He nodded at me and stepped out of the elevator.
“That’s it,” I thought. Strange enough, the elevator doors did not close for a while. I could hear the sound of the keys. I had no intention to press the “Close” button anyway. I hadn’t seen any elevator doors staying open this long. I could tell that he was opening his door to his room. Based on where the sound came from, I guessed he might stay in the first room on the hallway to the right.
The elevator doors finally closed and we continued our journey up. I went back to my room and sat next to the window. “What a great view of Hong Kong!” I still thought of him but didn’t feel I could do anything about it.
I was anxious, walking around the room, sitting for a minute, then walking back and forth again. The spectacular night view became plain. My mind was totally preoccupied by that Caucasian.
I knew I wanted to go down to knock on his door but I was afraid.
“What if he is not?”
“What should I say if he opens the door?”
“What if I knock on the wrong door?”
“What if he reports me for harassment?”
“No way. He must be. He wants me too.”
Finally, after ten minutes of struggle between my desire and my fear, I opened my door. In spite of turning back a few times, I had enough courage to make it to the 26th Floor.
Hesitant for a few seconds, I finally knocked on the door. The door was opened. “It’s him,” I was glad.
“Excuse me, are you David?” My eyes looked doubtful. I deserved to win an Oscar.
“No, I am Peter.”
“I am so sorry. I thought you were a friend of mine David, but you look so familiar. Have you been to Taipei before?”
“Yes, I have been to Taipei. Actually I go there on a regular basis.”
“Do you usually stay at the Grand Hyatt?”
“No I usually stay at the Sheraton.”
“I thought that we probably had met in the gym of the Grand Hyatt so that I felt you were familiar.”
“Public face, I guess.”
We both laughed and I brought out one of my business cards.
“This is my card. Next time if you come to Taipei, give me a call. We can meet for coffee.”
“Definitely. Let me give you mine too.”
He stepped inside to take out his card from the pocket of his jacket and waved me in. I took this opportunity to enter his room.
“Do you have five minutes? It’s been a long day and I feel that I would like to chat a little bit if you have some time.” I could not believe the courage I had to say something like this.
“Sure,” he said with a very encouraging tone. He continued, “I just came back from the gym.”
“How was it? I would like to use the gym too but I don’t think I will have time in the coming days. Maybe after my conference is over.”
“It’s quite nice. I had a workout, stayed in the sauna for a little bit and had a massage.”
“How was the massage?”
“It was just so-so.”
“Maybe I can give you a better one. I am good at it.”
“Sure,” he seemed to accept my proposal but we did not talk further about the subject. We chatted about our work and why we came to Hong Kong.
The door bell rang. I was shocked. Several thoughts popped into my head. “Who would come at this time of evening?" "Is it his colleague?" "I don’t want to get into any trouble.”
“It’s my dinner.”
I did not feel at ease as I was afraid of being seen. The waiter pushed the cart in, set the table, and left the room.
We chatted about things here and there without a particular agenda while he was eating. We continued our conversation for quite a while, even long after he had finished his dinner.
Finally I threw out the bait. “Are you ready for a massage?”
“Sure,” he seemed eager too.
“May I use your bathroom? I’d like to freshen up a little bit.”
“Please.”
After taking the shower, I put a towel around my waist. Stepping out the bathroom, I couldn’t believe what I saw - Peter was completely naked lying face down on the bed!
I approached him, sitting on top of his butt, still wearing my towel. We did not exchange a word. I started massaging his shoulders. He moaned. I gave him a professional-like massage on his shoulders, neck, and back. When I leaned forward to massage his head, I felt his body heat. I took off the towel. Then I sat back working on his butt. So far we had only exchanged a few words, mainly about whether the pressure was right. Otherwise I left him to enjoy my massage. He seemed to enjoy the massage and the quiet moment.
I worked on his inner thighs, sometimes hard, and sometimes gentle. His butt trembled and moved up and down from time to time. I was excited too but I wanted to prolong the joy. My hands had no forbidden areas to touch but I maintained my “professional” manners. My hands were in and out of his thighs and sometimes gently touched his balls, accidentally on purpose. His balls hardened, and contracted.
I resisted the temptation to touch his manhood and grab his balls, continuing my work on his legs and feet. I then asked him to turn over.
In front of me was an erect penis, very determined. I sat on him, his penis against the crack of my butt. Now I really could feel him from the heart of my bottom. I truly enjoyed the moment and he seemed to like it as well. I gave him a facial massage while his manhood remained hard under my butt crack.
I continued giving him the massage, moving my hands along his inner thighs from the knees to his private parts. I enjoyed the sensation of giving the massage in such a private area. His legs were wide open. Only when a man trusted another man so much would he open his legs like this. My thumbs almost touched his anus. He sighed.
I kept on working on the other parts of his body. Then I started touching gently his body from head to toe a few times, just like the breeze traveling though a field.
“It’s my turn,” I said upon finishing the work.
“It’s great. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I lay down facing him. He started massaging my face. I did not know where to put my hands. He was totally naked. After resting my hands on a few spots, I finally opened my arms widely but within seconds, I rested my hands on his upper legs. It felt great and I gently touched his legs. I could not deny seeing his fully erect manhood and started caressing it. He couldn’t take it more. He bent over kissing me hungrily. I responded with my passion too.
We held each other tightly. We kissed for quite some time. His manhood was hardened in between my legs. I caressed him back and forth on his back and his butt.
I grabbed his butt and my nose teased his manhood. Our bodies intertwined. I could smell his manhood, a particular male aroma. I finally put his joystick into my mouth. He moaned, then he took mine. I moaned too.
He kissed and sucked my nipples. I rubbed his body with my eager manhood. Before long, I roared when I reached the peak. He put his undoubtable male symbol into my legs, thrusting as I tightened my legs. His manhood touched my hole and his breath intensified. His muscle hardened as his move became more forceful.
Finally he grabbed me tightly and burst out with a roar. I felt his eruption onto the heart of my bottom. He had just given me his very best treasure. I let him lie on top of me for a while. I enjoyed the quiet moment and the excitement I had just experienced. He fell asleep.
A few minutes later, he turned over.
He broke the silence, “That was great.”
“Yes, I haven’t had sex for probably two months,” I replied.
“That long?”
“Yes, I probably only meet a guy every two months or three, and I can’t be choosy, otherwise it will be even longer.”
“How do you meet up with guys in Taipei?”
“I work out in the gym at the Grand Hyatt and I try to meet foreign visitors in the sauna. I am afraid of being known by locals, therefore I don’t go to any gay bars or saunas. I feel more secure with foreigners and besides I am only attracted to Caucasians.”
“That must be difficult.”
“I am used to it but sometimes it is really difficult.” I continued, “I only discovered that I am gay about three years ago.”
“How did you discover it?”
“I was seduced by a Dutch guy in the sauna. I was 29 at that time.”
“That was late. Had you had sex with women before that?”
“No, I tried to date with women but never found them attractive at all. I remember on each of my birthdays after age 25 or 26, I promised myself that I would have sex before the next birthday. It never occurred to me that I might be gay although there had been signs. When I was in the junior high school, I had fantasies about male teachers making love to women. Every time when I masturbated, I knew which male teacher I was thinking of, but it was never clear who the woman was.”
He gave me an empathetic hug, kissing on my forehead.
“Ironically, one of the reasons I went back to Taiwan from the States was because I wanted to marry a Chinese woman and I though it would be easier to find one in Taiwan.”
“Would you have gone back to Taiwan if you had discovered that you were gay?”
“Possibly not, it’s not easy to be gay in Taiwan. I think it might jeopardize my career if people find out I am gay.”
“That’s understandable.”
“I am quite isolated from the gay community in Taiwan.”
I kissed him, and he kissed me back. I enjoyed touching his body all over. I felt like I was in a wonderland, so different from my familiar routine. We did not speak for a moment, just holding each other quietly with occasional kisses.
I did not know what time it was but I knew it was late.
“I think I had better go. You might need to be up early tomorrow.”
“What time is it?”
“I don’t know but I think it’s late. Thank you. Really. It was great.”
He kissed me, and said: “It was great.”
I put my underwear on, then my shirt. As I was buttoning up, from the radio on the bedside table a familiar melody started...
"Stranger in the Night" performed by Frank Sinatra
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“Strangers in the night, exchanging glances wondering in the night. What were the chances..”
“What a great song for a moment like this!" I said, "I have sung this song so many times in the Karaoke clubs. It’s one of my favorites. It’s never felt so right.”
He nodded with a smile.
My friends used to say that I seemed to be able to instill a unique feeling into singing that song. They thought I had a colorful night life. They really knew very little about how I spent my time during those dark and lonely nights waiting for an encounter.
We kissed and I finally managed to step out of his room. On the way to the elevators, I glanced out the window. The Hong Kong night sky seemed to be shinier and more beautiful.
I felt lighthearted. With a stranger, in a foreign land, I had a moment to be my true self.
The music lingered...
