Visiting Hong Kong was a little out of blue. My company asked me to go to Hong Kong to do some research. I was very excited. I could be there for about ten days. He had expressed his interest in seeing me if one day I would visit Hong Kong.
I called him immediately.
Eric sounded very happy when he heard the news. I planned my trip to arrive on a Saturday morning. He said he would meet with me that afternoon.
Upon my arrival, I gave him a call. He said he couldn’t come to meet with me that day because he would have to go hiking with a few friends. He said he would meet with me the next day. Although I was disappointed but had to let him go. However, I wondered why he did not make the time for me as he knew my schedule.
The next morning I was waiting in my room for his call. He called around 11:00 and said he was tied up and could not come to see me that day either. I forgot whether I sounded desperate but I was very frustrated. Another call, another promise, but I still had not got a chance to see him. This was a trip I planned for weeks. All the excitement had been built for this moment and suddenly I felt the purpose of the entire trip diminished. He said he would find some time to meet in the following days.
I had not been sleeping well since I arrived. I felt sad not able to see him. It’s not just about the sexual urge, but felt deeply hurt by someone I loved. For the following days, each day I had a few meetings with HK colleagues, but I felt I was not me. I could not concentrate on my work. I thought of him almost all the time. I made calls to him to see he would be able to meet. It was one disappointment after another.
One night I called his home number, a man answered but it’s not him. I knew he had a maid but I did not know he had a man in his house. That was odd. He was not home. Later I did not ask who that man was but I was suspicious if he had a partner there.
On Thursday afternoon, I made another call to his office. Again he said he could not meet me that night. I started questioning why he treated me that way. He said that our meeting was supposed to be very casual. I was really, really hurt. The past two years of casual encounters were more than casual. It was something so meaningful to me in the my lonely life in Taipei. Meeting him was like an oasis in the desert, little did I know it was merely a mirage.
That night I stepped out my room. I was very sad but at least it was the first night I felt free to go out instead of waiting for his calls in my room.
I wandered on streets in the busy Causeway Bay area, occasionally going into different department stores. My mind was occupied by the thoughts about him. I still couldn’t figure out why he treated me like a piece of trash.
I forgot how long I walked aimlessly on the street. Then I entered one of the department stores. Wandering floor by floor, I walked into the men’s socks area. Not long after, there I spotted a Western man in his 40’s, bearded, decent looking, not too far from where I was. Just like animal instinct, I moved slowly toward him, pretentiously like wandering around without a purpose.
He was checking the price tags. I did too.
“Things are very expensive here,” I started the conversation.
“Yes, very much so,” he replied.
We exchanged names and greetings.
“Are you here for business or sight-seeing?” I asked.
“For business, I will be here for a few more days.”
“I have been here for almost a week and I am going back to Taipei this coming Sunday.”
“I am from Zürich.”
“With colleagues?”
“No, just by myself.”
“Me too.”
“Do you have time for a drink?” I asked further.
“Sure, that would be great. It’s been business dinners everyday since I arrived. Not really having some time for pleasure.”
We walked out the department store trying to find a place for a drink but it was crowded everywhere. We chatted about where we stayed and our businesses along the way.
I said, “Do you mind coming to my room for the drink? It might be easier that way.”
“Where do you stay?” He sounded reluctantly.
“The Park Lane, just around the corner.”
He nodded, “not too far.”
Not long afterwards we were in my room. I was a little nervous. On one side, I was eager to have an intimate contact with this guy. On the other side, I was still quite hurtful from Eric.
Our chairs were nighty degree positioned. Our legs touched each other occasionally and loosely. It could be flirting, or it could be simply because there was not much space for our legs.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“No, never been interested in marriage.”
I forgot how I continued my probing but I did ask my typical qualifying question: “How do you find someone to have sex?”
“Maybe just like what you do.”
We both laughed. Our legs leaned against each other tighter, and at that moment, I knew I had caught a big fish. (or I had hit a jackpot.)
He quickly rubbed my upper leg and we exchanged a understanding smile. I said I would like to take a shower and he said he would like to join me.
The hot water was spreading all over our bodies. We kissed eagerly. He had a hairy body, slightly chubby or juicy type. My sadness and sorrow were gone. At this moment, all I had in my mind was my desire. Our kisses were long. We could feel the aroused manhood but we did not touch them with our hands. We rubbed our bodies against each other. We both held each other tightly. Something I longed for would not be let go easily.
With some soap on his manhood, I put it in between my legs then moved back and forth. I liked to feel it between my legs. He moaned.
He gradually lowered his head to kiss my neck, my nipples, gently and thoroughly. I was so turned on. Then he used his nose to play with my manhood and licked my balls. I caressed his head thankfully. He not only took away my week-long sadness away, but also fulfilled my sexual desire so nicely. I bent down to rub his back when he was sucking my manhood. Then we both lied down on the tub. We continued kissing each other like lovers. I loved his butt, rounded with meat.
The tub was, after all, a little tight even for two passionate bodies intertwined together. We dried ourselves and moved to the bedroom.
We lied on our sides with one of my legs arched. His hand touched my thigh gently and eventually the perineum. I kissed him passionately to show my gratification. He seemed to know my needs very well. I started doing the same thing to him and I could see how he enjoyed it too.
I kissed his butt, the balls, then my mouth took in his manhood. He took mine too. It felt so good to give and receive at the same time. Without words, we communicated our passion and something I couldn’t quite know what it was, but there was something in it.
We changed a few more positions and we ended up erupting in each other’s mouth, around the same time. That made it even more special.
After the excitement, we sat on the chairs to talk further. I told him about my drama with Eric. He was a good listener, not opinionated, but offered some feedback from time to time.
After talking with him, my anxiety, sorrow, and whatever bad emotion I might have disappeared. The sexual healing helped. But I knew it was more because I finally was able to share my story.
That night was the first night I slept well since my arrival in Hong Kong. And from that night, somehow Zürich registered a place in my mind map, or my men map.
We exchanged a few letters afterwards then we lost contact.
As to Eric, I never heard from him after that call on Thursday. I still thought of him from time to time, but never got the courage to contact him. Years later, searching someone on the Internet became easier than in early 1990’s. One day I found him working for a California winery. For a moment, I had that temptation to contact him, but I did not initiate that contact.
Sometimes I wondered why I had that temptation to contact him. Was it as simple as saying hi to an old friend? Or was I looking for a closure? To me it seemed a story without an end. Or did the story end in that Hong Kong trip without my willingness to admit?
