Stranger in Paradise

I was in the sky again, destination Tampa. The engine noise was in the background for some time. I tried to read a detective novel, which usually could grab my attention, but my thoughts were still lingering on the passionate sex with that faculty member in the school office. The memory of his eyes, his touch, and his kisses still made me shiver. It was also good to go back to see the school, have some reflection, and see some old friends. During the trip an unexpected outcome was that the idea of living as a gay seemed to emerge— no more lies to myself that I would still be interested in getting married, no longer trying to convert back to living as a straight person, no more blind dates. Would it be difficult? I was certain. Was I prepared to face the consequences? I gradually believed that I could.

The flight attendants started picking up the food trays. My thoughts were redirected to the Paradise Lakes Resort where I was heading for. I had been to a few resorts but never to a clothing optional one. Thanks to the Internet, I found it when I planned for this trip. Although I did not associate nudity with sex, there was a tiny unspoken wish that I could have a vacation delight there even though it was a resort for everyone. I did so in most of my previous visits to a few resorts. There would be some men traveling alone. With a little hope, one could survive in any harsh time.

For years I had been always going to resorts whenever I could escape from work for a few days. When abroad, I felt adventurous to explore the possibilities to have some surprising encounters. I always chose those men alone. I did make some mistakes on those occasions though. The first one was with a roommate. We shared a same unit with our own bedrooms and common living room and bath. He was an Italian. We arrived on the same day. A few days passed. I hadn’t made any progress. Then in one afternoon, I saw him stepping out from the bathroom with a towel on his waist when I walked into our unit. I took a shower too. After the cold shower, I felt great as it was hot outside. I was in good shape and I felt sexy with only the towel on my waist. I saw him lying on his bed covered with that towel, nothing else. I walked toward his room and started chatting with him about our experiences in the past few days. He seemed to be in the mood to hold a conversation. An old trick, I brought up that I would need a massage and asked if he would like to have one as I could give him one. He took the bait.

I asked him to lie on his stomach. His towel still covered his middle section.  I climbed up his bed and sat on him, with my towel on. As usual, I gave him a professional quality massage on his back, head, and legs. Then I asked him to turn around. His manhood appeared momentarily but soon was covered by that orange towel again. I started working on his face and his head while seating on his dick, not aroused. I could feel it, but I didn’t detect his discomfort. Nor did I feel embarrassed. Then I worked on his stomach and the area below the belly. As I did not see any sign of rejection, I threw his towel away.

“It will be easier this way,” I said. He didn’t show any sign of shyness. 

I worked on the area surrounding his private part and I was careful not to cross the line. He seemed to be comfortable of this kind of closeness. I then worked on his thighs, reaching the edge of the balls. I used some amount of pressure to make it feel “professional.” In the meantime, I paid attention to see if there was any sign of arousal. Alas, I did not see any. I firmly pressed on two sides of his sides to the very end — the edge of the balls a few times. I might “accidentally” touch the balls twice or three times. 

At the end of the massage, I had to give up pursuing further exploration. There seemed to be no room for me to do anything more. I wondered whether he really was totally straight or both of us were too shy to make any move. Luckily, I didn’t end up with any embarrassment. 

* * *

Upon the plane touched down the Tampa International Airport, I had already built up my expectation through memories of those bold and erotic encounters. It was not difficult to find the taxi area.

“The Paradise Lakes, please.” 

The driver didn’t say much but started driving. 

On the way to the resort, there was not much to see. My mind was pre-occupied with the thoughts of the coming event. When I was younger, I read an article, in which the author described the changing mood of tourists on a boat heading for a nude Greek island. In those days, nudity equaled to sexiness to me, and somewhat suggested a possible encounter. Finally the taxi stopped at a gate.

“Here you are, the Paradise Lakes.”

I paid the fare and thanked him. 

The place seemed quieter than I expected. Not a single person on sight. It was hot but not unbearable. Besides, I would be naked in a moment.

I walked in the main entrance. Three staff members were in the lobby to welcome me. They all wore clothing. The atmosphere was very pleasant. That erased my sense of uncertainty when arriving in a new place. 

I was led to my room, a very large room with a full kitchen, much bigger than I expected. My room was on the ground floor and the king-sized bed was not too far from the floor-to-celling windows. So I could watch people passing by, or I could be watched. That didn’t bother me though. My mental barrier was not about nudity. As long as it was legal, I would be fine. Across from the bed was a huge mirror wall with a TV set in front. A dining table was in the center of the room and a kitchen was in the back. 

I had just had lunch in the plane and I started the day early. So I took a shower then took a nap before heading out for the adventure. I was here to relax, no plan, no pressure. I was still lingering to the faculty member from my school. His smile, his gorgeous body, and his final exclamation were still so clear to me, just like yesterday. I was beginning to feel regretful that I did not exchange the contact information with him. What could I do even if I had had it? The memory was still sweet, though. I felt there was unspoken love between us. I didn’t know whether he thought the same. There was a saying: “It’s one night for a man, but it’s a life-time for a woman.” I could identify that kind of thinking from a woman’s perspective.

The bed was extremely comfortable. I slept for about an hour. When I woke up, it was already late in the afternoon. I headed out to explore the resort. The resort extended over a large area with a few lakes. I did not go far, staying close to the main amenities. 

I liked where my room was located. It was far away from the pool and was situated in a quiet courtyard. I enjoyed staying in the quiet corner when I was not in the mood with the crowd.

When I was in the bar having a drink after the dinner, I chatted with a guy next to me. He arrived here a few days earlier than I did. We talked about the food in the restaurant was expensive. He told me that there was a supermarket nearby and he recommended me to take a look. Then there came the disco time. I did not stay there for too long. I even did not go dancing as most people here were couples. So I went back to my room to rest a little bit then went to the swimming pool. 

There were a few swimming pools. The main one was lighted and it felt quite romantic. I soaked myself in the water, my head leaning on the edge of the pool as I looked onto the stars. When I was nine or ten, I always stood at the balcony to look at the stars. I was fascinated by the universe. I was also hoping to see the neighbour who was at his late 20’s or early 30’s. I liked to see him, but I never talked to him. I don’t know why I liked to see him at that time. I still remember his face. It is deeply imprinted in my mind as well as the night sky view of Taipei when I was a kid.

It was a busy season. Quite a lot of people in the resort, all were nude except the staff. I didn’t automatically associate nudity with sex. Nudity was so natural to me. We were part of the nature. People with various shapes and looks, very few kids though, we seemed to be all comfortable of the atmosphere. While I was enjoying myself in the cool water of the pool, my gaydar was still searching for signals. No one caught my attention, but I was not desperate. My body and thoughts were still with that faculty member.

The next morning I went to look around the small shopping area nearby. I was delighted for the choices I had for cooking. I bought some stuff for the coming four days. I enjoyed cooking, especially on an experimental mood for myself.

Days passed by with sort of routine. In the daytime, I went to explore different parts of the resort. In the evening hours, I soaked in the swimming pool looking at the stars. I became acquainted with a couple who didn’t live far but came to the Paradise Lakes for a few days every year. The wife was a house wife and part-time school bus driver, and the husband was a fire-fighter. 

They shared a lot of their life experience with me, and we connected so well that we met every night in the swimming pool. I also could feel how hard working they had done together to build their family. I knew I wouldn’t have that kind of experience, but I could feel it and I valued it. 

Visitors came and went in such a resort. Over the course of time, I bumped into a few people a few times, but usually just nodding to each other and passed over. One man got my attention because he was always fully protected when he roller-skated. He had covered his head, elbows, knees, ankles, but his dick was always unprotected. It was quite ironic. 

It was the last full day that I would be here. Then I would fly back to Taipei. Since I had already explored most of the resort, I decided to go to the swimming pool. Shortly, there came a new face sitting near me in the water. He looked tanned without tan line. He had a good looking face with quite some facial hair and a very hairy body. I greeted his joining, and said:

“I haven’t seen you at all.”

“I just came here for a day.” He continued, “I live near-by.” Then he explained to me the resort’s day pass program.

The conversation carried on without efforts. We could talk various subjects, but we both were very into the naked resorts and beaches. He had explored many nude beaches in the United States. I asked him if he could write to me about those beaches and he agreed. We could talk easily but I could see that he was shy in general. As it was about lunch time, I invited him to join me for a lunch at my suite as I did have an extra proportion. He agreed upon without thinking much. 

Once getting into my room, he said:

“It’s good to have the air-con. It’s getting hot after staying outside for a while.”

“Have you been staying over night here?”

“No, I always come for a day.” Then he changed the subject, “The room is really big.”

“Yes, I like it. I can also cook.”

Preparing lunch was easy. Soon we had our lunch on the table. After lunch, I offered him to watch TV as there was really no other entertainment here and it was simply too hot outside. As the TV set was directly in front of the bed, he had to sit on the bed. I closed the curtain. He started flipping through different channels as I washed the dishes. Then I joined him watching TV for a while, and prepared for a nap. 

Looking at a naked man on the same bed with me, I couldn’t resist to think of exploring something more, but I had no clue whether he was gay. During the course of conversation, I could tell he was a little bit shy, but no sign of being a gay. The most difficult part was that he was next to me naked and no one else around. As he faced the other side, I could see his entire back. I wanted to touch him but my brain told me not to. Finally I broke the silence:

“Sorry, I feel horny now, and I have to masturbate.”

He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t leave the bed either. I knew he was not asleep. I started stroking myself, in the meantime, I hoped that he would turn around at one point. I started making some noise to show my gratification in the hope that it could excite him.  It didn’t work out either. Things turned hotter, I felt I needed to touch him, so I moved my left arm to gently touched him. He did not withdraw. I then started touching his body, his butt. Chinese idiom “Give you an inch, then you want a foot” describes that situation. The odd thing was that he didn’t leave or showed any sign of disapproval. I thought of rubbing my manhood on his butt crack, but felt it might be too much. So the most I could do was to touch him while I masturbated.

The final moment arrived. I felt so relieved. I got up to clean up myself and he sat up on the bed too. When I returned to the room, he was still sitting on the bed. I joined him again, watching TV, and talked various things, but we didn’t talk about what had just happened as though nothing happened. 

Weeks later back in Taipei, I received a letter addressed to me. I opened it. It was a list of the nude beaches in the United States.  He simply stated, 

“As promised, this is a list of…” signed with his first name. The envelope did not have a return address.

"Stranger in Paradise"

My “stranger in Paradise” looked like the character “Jean Valjean” in the Les Miserables

The Faculty Member

The plane touched down in the city airport. It’s been six years since I left the city and the school. Those two years living in this city had transformed me from someone following family rules and wishes into someone with free spirits.

For the past six years I had been longing to come back. I considered it my second hometown. I took the car in the airport and drove to my friends’ home. I would stay with a couple that I was quite close to when I was here. I planned to visit the places and restaurants that I frequented. They were just ordinary places but they were part of my life, my memory. I was on my five-week vacation in the US between two jobs. It was a good time to do some reflection.

When I was here during those two years, I did not know I was gay. I went to the school gym and sauna quite often. Two doctoral students always debated in the sauna about methodology. They were naked walking around me, but I did not feel anything. Later on I “blamed” them that they failed to awaken me when I joked with friends. If I had known my sexuality, I possibly would have tried to stay in the States. We could never figure out what our life might become if we had chosen a different path. My career seemed to be progressing well but I was extremely lonely inside my heart. There was a certain part of me that I had been afraid of becoming too close to friends. I worried that they might know that I was gay. In the meantime, I did not dare to step into the local gay community. I was afraid that words might spread.

The city had changed a lot. I lost my direction many times when I drove around. I visited my ex room-mate. We had a nice chat in a small restaurant. His wife did not come along. Even though I was not aware of my sexuality when living with him, I did something unconsciously — I slept naked, letting the door open, and revealing part of my naked body on purpose. I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I did this quite a few times. There was a hint. I didn’t get it. The seeds were planted, but lack of proper watering. Later, I had come to realize that I was attracted to him, but the dominant thoughts prohibited me from discovering that.

Not many friends were still here. Most went back to Taiwan, and some moved to other states. A few days had passed. I had been to my favorite Vietnamese noodle restaurant, the gay area where I did not go before, and the stores where I used to buy groceries. Memories came across my mind and went. Years had passed by. Things, friends around me were different. I couldn’t image where I would be when I had just graduated six years ago. My goals were probably finding a good job once getting back to Taiwan, having sex before thirty, and perhaps getting married within a few years. 

I found myself being gay six months after I went back to Taiwan. Since then, I had been struggling with my sexual orientation for more than five years. I was not uncomfortable about being a gay. The problem was the fear to be known that might affect my career. Besides, there had been the marriage issue. I hadn’t be able to say “Mind your own business” to friends and family. The past six years had been a mix of sweet and sour. On one hand, it was good — a progressing career with a condo. On the other hand, I had been longing for emotional and sexual satisfaction. I failed a few times trying to form lasting relationships, including one with a local guy returning from Vancouver, Canada. In order not to touch the marriage/girlfriend issue, I started distancing myself from family and friends whenever possible. No wonder when I walked out of the San Francisco Airport terminal two weeks ago, I felt a sense of freedom. I stopped over San Francisco before coming here. I was there to meet with a friend I met in a hotel sauna in Taipei.

I was a very different person six years ago at the school from who I had become when revisiting it. I was hopeful about the future then, but I had become confused six years later. In the past few days, various thoughts appeared while I sat in the coffee shops and under the trees around those landmark buildings. I had come to realize what I should do in the future — no more blind dates. I couldn’t change my preference to men. A marriage would not be possible as I even couldn’t have sex with women. I tried a few times for the paying services and I ended up saying that I felt wrong as I had a girlfriend. Besides, I should not continue hurting those ladies by my cover-ups. I would live my life as a gay man although I had no clue where to find more men for my unfulfilled desire and how that would affect me socially and career-wise being an unmarried older man. A lonely journey, that’s what I am sure.

People tend to be bolder when they are not in their hometown. In a restaurant, after ordering my lunch, I noticed an older gentleman sitting alone in a table nearby. Without thinking, I greeted him when our eyes met and signalled to invite him to join me. He gracefully declined. I was a little embarrassed, but I did not feel that bad. No shame, no gain. 

Days had passed by. I spent the daytime by myself touring around. In the night-time, I spent some time with the couple I stayed with to catch up on things. So far I had been to most places where I would like to visit in my mind, including the two apartment buildings where I used to live, the Vietnamese noodle restaurant, and even the supermarkets. A park not too far from my second apartment, however, was still on the list. 

The park was huge, about ten-minute drive from my apartment. I went there from time to time when I felt stuck in studying. I usually walked around or sat on one of the benches. I felt peaceful there. I always went there by myself and I never talked with anyone as I did not recall that there were many people around. The park was beautiful in any season. In the summer, it’s like every park with lots of green, and in the winter, there was a special kind of atmosphere that made me always linger.

Two more days I would be leaving this city. I decided to pay a visit to the park to complete my wish list. Immediately I drove in the park, I saw a bunch of cars in the parking lot. I had never seen so many cars there. But wait, they are cruising. Those men are cruising! Why had I not noticed in the past? Was the nature of the park changed over time? Or simply my gaydar had been well developed?

My libido surged. It had been a few days that I lived as a monk since I left San Francisco. Some men sat in their cars, but I decided to walk around. I came here to reflect my old days, the years passing by, and perhaps what I had become. Those days of studying were not easy, but when looking back, there were memorable moments. Back then, I talked with friends about my plans for the years to come. A marriage was in that plan.  A friend once told me that a guy in our class was gay. I did not have any feeling or emotion about that piece of information. I did not feel disgusted, excited, or even curious. Thinking back, he was a good-looking guy though. I still remembered his name — George. The friend who told me about this was interested in me, but I always pretended that I did not know her intention, treating her like a good friend. Was she testing my sexuality? Eventually she did not pursue further. This strategy had been working fine for the past few years. 

I walked toward the bench next to the pond. That used to be my favourite spot. In a winter afternoon when I sat there, the vanishing sunlight reflected on the partially frozen lake. It’s so quiet, so peaceful, and that gave me a sense of hope in a cold winter day. That image imprinted in my mind for years. I pictured myself sitting here years back with that one and only down jacket. I had my first photo in the snow wearing it too. 

Thoughts went back to my first thanksgiving in the States. I went to North Carolina to join the family of a business friend of my father for the holiday. I still remembered when the plane left the gate, the welcoming announcement said something like “Welcome to the flight XXX, heading for Jacksonville, Florida.” I was panic. That would be a joke if I took a wrong flight. I asked the flight attendant if I was on the right flight. She assured me that the flight would stop in Charlotte first. Those young and inexperienced days. 

My father’s business friend picked me up at the airport and took me to his home, a nice big house which I had not seen before in Taiwan. He and his wife were very nice and warm. A few hours later, he asked if I would like to join him to go to pick up his youngest son. On the way to the airport, he said,

“My youngest son now studies music in Boston, long hair, earring. Every time when he comes back, I feel it’s our daughter coming home.” 

I listened to his words without saying a word, simply showing him that I was listening. I didn’t know what to say. After making his complaints, he sort of laughed lightly. He was probably preparing me for seeing his son.

His son did appear exactly the way he described. The amazing thing was no matter how the parents did not like how their son had become. Once he stepped into the home, only hugs and warm words welcomed him. They didn’t say a word about his hair or his earring. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if it had been in Taiwan. That was 1980’s.

I had learned a lot in the school during those two years. Other than the knowledge I gained, I found the professors’ manners, their characters were far more intriguing to learn. It’s something I did not experience before. Also in those two years, it was the first time I started driving without a mentor next to me. It was the first time I lived alone, having to be responsible for cooking, laundry, and all errands in life. 

There were more people walking in the park now than when I first arrived. I could tell that most of them were cruising. I decided to take a look what’s going on. I did not walk far and found out where most people were. The park spread out from the riverside, trees and bushes everywhere which provided an ideal set-up for secretive activities. I saw two men kissing. I continued my exploration. Some greeted me with smile and I smiled back too, a polite kind. We all knew which smiles were inviting, which were simply courteous. As usual, the ones I liked didn’t like me, and some liked me but I didn’t feel the same way. Finally I met someone. We made some small talk and soon started kissing and touching. Although we appealed to each other by sight, we didn’t feel the same way physically. We were just like two clouds bumping into each other in the sky, smiling at each other, having some conversations, then moving on to pursue our own dreams after realizing there would be no future to stay together. 

I kept on walking around, a few more clouds gone with the wind. I chatted with a few guys. One told me that this park had become more cruising in the past few years than when I was there six years ago.

Suddenly, a magic moment arrived. My eyes were caught by a guy possibly at my age or just a few years older, slightly taller than me, meaty with that kind of next door good husband quality. I could tell that he liked me too. The most surprising thing was that he was working on a project of the school from which I graduated. It was an odd feeling. It’s not like “I am going to have sex with a professor” but still quite strange. 

“Where do you stay?” He asked.

“I stay in a friend’s place. Too far and it’s impossible.”

“I live quite far too.” 

For a brief moment, that seemed to be the end of a fairytale.

“How about my office? Take my car. I will take you back here.” He was very resourceful and I felt it was adventurous although somewhat taboo — the school?! His smile as well as his sexual appeal did not allow me to think further but followed his suggestion.

Here I am back to the school again. I was here just a few days ago but I felt quite different. It was for memory and reflection, while this time for an adventure. 

He guided me through a big office, then to a room piled up with desks, chairs, and other stuff. It seemed an office used for storage.

“There will be no one here. It’s Friday afternoon. Everyone else has gone home.” 

“Besides, this is an area no one else would come,” he continued.

He cleaned the stuff off a big desk. I could see people walking on the other side of the U-shaped building through the windows. Before long, we joined ourselves with kisses and hugging. My “little brother” soon awakened from a few days of rest. His was eager too. We held each other caressing the back, the butt, the head, and wherever we could reach while kissing and undressing ourselves. We only unbuttoned our shirts and lower our pants in the beginning as though we were afraid someone might come in unexpectedly, but eventually everything was removed. I leaned backward on the desk and he started rubbing his manhood on my ab. His balls were firm. I gently played with them and he moaned, his eyes closed. The scrotum wrinkles were so nice to touch and they hardened when I touched. He was moderately hairy, and I was turned on enormously by touching his body. 

He leaned over to kiss me, then my neck, my nipples, and down to my manhood. He sniffed at my glans, licking it, then swallowed my pride. His mouth was warm. The sensation was so delightful. I moaned. I am having sex in an office of my school.

After working on my manhood for a minute or two, he licked my balls tenderly and then parted my legs with a smile. His manhood hit my perineum. I grabbed his butt and begged for more. Then I felt my rosebud was pressed by his manhood. I couldn’t resist that joy but sighed. I felt in love right there. He occasionally leaned over to kiss me. So tender, so unforgettable. We exchanged no words, simply the admiration for and the eagerness to please each other.

“Do you have condom with you?” He asked.

“No. I did not expect anything like this.” 

“We do whatever we can.” He smiled at me, with a caring tone.

He raised my legs and kissed my perineum and rosebud. I would have screamed if I had not been in that school office. His hand started rubbing my manhood. Things happened exactly the way I would like. I didn’t have to tell him what I liked. He simply knew by observing my physical reaction to what he did. I was so lost. He noticed my breathing becoming intense, and he stood up and bent down to give me head. 

“I am coming.” I hinted him to remove his mouth if he did not want me to come in his mouth.

“Um-hum.” He continued moving up and down, but more forcefully. I held his head. He put a finger on my rosebud to pull that final trigger. 

“Ahhh!” I held back my scream while he kept on digging more and more, seemingly trying to dry up my reservoir. 

After I regained my peaceful stage, he moved himself to kiss me. That was the most memorable moment about my life at the school. 

As we kissed, I rubbed his butt and felt his hardness. We exchanged the position, and I started giving him head. I liked how hard it was, and it was mouthful and relatively long. In the meantime, my hand was playing with his balls. That gave me a hint how he felt. Then I managed to hold his penis with my legs. Apparently he liked how tight my legs were. He turned me over and moved in and out my legs, hitting my perineum. I held my legs tightly. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him as much joy as I could.

“It’s so good!” He spoke breathlessly. 

“It’s very tight.” He continued mumbling.

Many people have told me that!

My hands on his butt, moved along with his butt back and forth. 

His movements became faster and faster and his breathing became more intense. I squeezed my legs harder as he started moaning. His manhood turned to an iron bar, just like a man eager to ignite the fire in the wood in the dark cold wild.

“Ahhhhh!” (He was louder.) His facial expression was so adorable. It was very satisfying that I could give him such joy. I gave him a kiss and he kissed back passionately. 

A moment later, he broke the silence, “Are you coming back some time in the future?” 

“I don’t know. This is the first time six years after I graduated. I am not sure how soon I might come back.”

I knew he was trying to keep in touch. I would like too. But we both didn’t speak it out. 

He drove me back to the park. We had a long kiss before I stepped out of his car. We didn’t exchange the contact information as we knew it’s unlikely we would meet again. However, this encounter and this faculty member put a memorable ending to my lingering thoughts toward my school life in the States.

P.S.  Two days later after the encounter, I left for another city. To this date, I haven’t been back to visit the school again.

Indecent Proposal

There came a new guy in the office. He was assigned by the head office to come to coordinate our consulting projects. Just a few days of working together, I found that he was very easy to work with and had a fun personality.

A few months passed by and we had become good buddies, but we basically socialized in the office, rarely after office hours. We started making politically inappropriate jokes. Vaguely and by instinct, I felt he might have detected my sexual orientation based on the jokes he made, although I had no idea how he might get it.

He was not big but meaty enough to make my libido surge whenever he was around me. One time he wore a pair of shorts to the office while I was the only one in the office an afternoon before a long weekend. All other colleagues left for the holidays. I sat in his office and couldn’t move my eyes away from his legs. His legs, meaty and hairy, kept on inviting me to touch them. Although I was able to find some excuses to touch them, I was afraid that my touches would tell all. Those touches made me want more and those unrealized fantasies appeared in my dreams for quite a few days afterwards.

“What had you heard about us in this office before you came?” I popped the question to see what those people in the head office thought about us.

“I heard you are a pansy.” He answered with a smile and a pair of knowing-something eyes.

“What does pansy mean?” I pretended that I didn’t know the meaning of the word. A straight person wouldn’t have known that word with my cultural background and my proficiency in English.

“Girly.” He tried to explain further.

“Girly?” Again, I played an innocent role, giving a vague expression that I either did not know what he said or did not understand why he said that.

Luckily he didn’t pursue the topic further. He might think it was a little too much over. We then talked something else.  

As we got more acquainted with each other, he became even bolder in jokes between us. He sometimes called me back when I was in a rush to head out. Once I showed up in his office and asked what he had in mind, he simply exaggeratedly pouted his lips to give me a few kisses-goodbye. Odd enough, I didn’t feel bad about that kind of joke, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

He frequently called me Fu Manchu as he jokingly claimed that I was playing some scams with him. I always suggested that he and I go to casinos together and I could help him win some money with a very minimal consulting fee, meal allowance, and zero accommodation costs as I could share a hotel room with him. I told him that on a one-on-one basis, I tended to bet on the wrong side. So if I played red or odd with one dollar, he could play ten dollars on black or even. He didn’t believe it. One afternoon when we were alone, I asked him to think a number between 0 and 9, and I bet small or big, small being 0~4 and big being 5~9. The result: I lost 10 out of 15 times we played. He showed some interest but was not fully convinced. He thought it was a coincidence. In the end we did not make any casino trips together, but that kind of teasing opened up something else. 

In an afternoon before a long weekend, we two were alone in the office. We seemed the only two staying in the office before any long weekend while others disappeared. Was it because we cherished that kind of private moments? I brought up the idea of going to casinos again.

“Oh, no! Here comes Fu Manchu again.”

“Some Oriental wisdom is never being appreciated by certain Westerners.”

“Are you now Confucius? No wonder I am confused.”

“Those who believe benefit.” I continued.

“Are you a piece of Fortune Cookie now?”

I smiled.

When I spoke about the casino idea, the scene of a conversation between Demi Moore and Robert Redford came to my mind when he asked her to sleep with him for a price in the movie Indecent Proposal.

“How is the progress of your condo hunting?” I changed the subject.

“We have seen a few condo projects near the SkyDome. We like one particular unit, but it’s kind of expensive, almost half a million for a 1,200 square foot two-bedroom with two parking spots.” 

“The condo prices are rising.” I gave him a sympathetic response. “Are you planning to move in if you buy it?” 

“No, we are thinking of renting it out, and maybe move in when my wife and I retire.”

“Half million for a condo! You must be rich. Let me ask you one provocative question. If you can get that money by having sex with a man, would you do it?”

“No way! You must be kidding.”

“I may be kidding, but think about it more seriously. By sleeping with a man just once, you could get that condo and two parking spots without having to make the downpayment and get a mortgage. Tell me that you are not intrigued. I bet many men would do it.”

He looked at me, shaking his head.

“How about one million?” I doubled the bet.

“No, absolutely not.” His words were firm, but his voice and facial expression made me wonder how strong he stood behind his words.

“Have you seen the movie Indecent Proposal?” 

“No, what’s that about?”

“In the movie, Demi Moore and her husband go to a casino, where she meets a rich man played by Robert Redford. The rich man offers her one million dollar to spend a night with him. In the beginning, she refuses, but in the end, she gives in.” I gave a brief introduction to him. Then I continued:

“One line I always remember is Robert Redford’s comment that Everyone has a price.”

“What is your price?” I raised my eyebrows to show him that I was expecting a figure from him.

He laughed lightly, but did not give me a figure.

“How about just a blow job? 10 minutes for half a million?” I kept on probing as I did not see a wall. “I would.” I tried to encourage him to think about that possibility.

He looked at me with a mysterious smile. That smile was so intriguing that I thought I had better pull out myself from this subject.

“Think about it. Everyone has a price.” I ended the topic and switched to something else. 

His buying a condo became one of our major topics when not talking about business. One day I realized that his wife and kids were in the East to visit her parents. I invited him over to see my place. I told him my place was a good buy.

He came over my place around noon. I treated him with a nicely prepared sandwich with some green salad. 

“For a bachelor, your place is very clean and nicely decorated.”

“Thank you.” I wondered if he noticed that my place was very close to the Village.

I continued, “I do like the place. It’s in a quiet neighbourhood, but very convenient, close to the subway station, supermarkets, and easy to get to the highways. We also have a herbal garden that we can pick up fresh herbs planted by volunteers.”

“Wow, that’s really good, especially for a good cook like you.”

“Sometimes I bring coffee to sit in the garden, to read or just enjoy the sunshine.”

“It’s very quiet here but it’s in the downtown core.” He agreed.

After lunch, we sat in the living room. 

“How long will your wife and kids visit your parents-in-law?”

“It’s been over a week. They will be back next Wednesday.”

“You haven’t done anything adulterous, I suppose?” I liked to tease him.

“No, but it’s not easy.” He looked liked a hungry lion in need of something.

“Not even with your five buddies?” I waved my five fingers.

“I haven’t done that for a while. I am not used to doing it these days.” He replied with a sincere tone.

“Would you like to have some entertainment?” 

“What?!” Apparently he was shocked.

“Let me treat you to something nice.” I gave him a sneaky look and went to find a porn DVD, then turned on the TV. It’s about a massage parlour and stories among the masseuses and their clients.

“Wow!” He sounded like that he welcomed the entertainment program I provided.

“This may be the best thing I can think of when your wife is away.”

It didn’t take long for the movie story to proceed to the core business, as usual. I noticed he was sort of aroused by the scene.

“Would you like to watch this in my bedroom so that you can have some privacy?”

“I should be fine.” 

Even though he said he would be all right, I noticed that his palm was on top of his manhood area, and occasionally pressed down under.

The man turns over. Under the towel, you can imagine an erected manhood. The man says:

“I hope my situation doesn’t bother you.”

“I am used to it. It’s a healthy sign.” The masseuse replies while her hand lightly touches the tip of the mountain. 

The man moans.

“Sorry, my wife has been away for a month, and I haven’t …”

“Poor thing. Let me see what I can do for it.” She gently removes the towel while speaking to him.

She strokes his firm balls then presses hard on the erected manhood. He moans again, this time louder. He rubs her hip with his palm, and she starts to undress herself.

She climbs up on top of him and strokes his manhood with her private part. The man sighs with eyes closed.

I could see my guest was really turned on by the scene. His eyes stared at the screen. He squeezed himself from time to time and I could imagine he was as hard as the man on the massage table.

“This is really hot.” I broke the silence. 

After a few seconds, I said: “Make yourself at home. I don’t mind if you need to entertain yourself here. Honestly speaking, I feel I need to.” My desire helped me step out of my own boundaries.

He didn’t say a word, just keeping on rubbing himself. I didn’t know where my courage was from but I unzipped my shorts and started taking care of my own fire. I didn’t know about him, but it felt like having a threesome - with a man in the screen and the other in my couch. For him, I guessed that masseuse should be hot.

Another minute or two passed. Both of our penises were out. I lowered my pants to expose my butt and my balls. I continued rubbing myself. Before long, he followed. I couldn’t believe my luck that things had turned out this way. I took off my pants completely. I looked at him while rubbing my penis and balls. He removed his pants too. His eyes were moving in between my direction and the TV screen. 

I stood up and took off my T-shirt. Then I walked toward him and sat on the other side of the couch. He took his shirt off too after I sat down, both facing the screen. 

The man and the masseuse are in a 69 position. They move gently. 

The man looked manly, with a hairy chest and meaty body. So did the man three feet away from me. 

The man holds the masseuse from behind. She raises her leg, turning her head to kiss him. The man buries his erection into the deep hole and starts pounding.

The director was very generous, giving us quite a few shots of the man’s butt from behind. My libido surged. I shifted my angle 45 degrees and lifted my right leg onto the couch. I was totally exposed to him. He looked at me, then lowered his eyes to meet with my manhood. He rubbed himself more intensively when staring at my erected pride. 

I touched his butt with my toes, first very gently and occasionally, then more aggressively. I liked the feel of his butt. I inserted my foot further between his butt and the couch. He inhaled deeply. Then he raised his leg to touch mine. That touch was like throwing oil into fire and I could tell it had the same effect on him. We started rubbing each other with our feet.

I lifted myself to climb toward him. My lips touched his hand gently and he moved his hand away. I sniffed around his erected head. His manhood trembled. I touched his balls softly and he moaned. Eventually I swallowed his erection. He moaned again and called my name. 

I raised my head to kiss him. He did not resist. That was a surprise to me. I didn’t expect that he would receive this so well. He opened up his mouth to French-kiss with me. The connection was so deep that I felt in love. In the meantime, our penises had another battle down there, like two gladiators fighting in the arena. I caressed his back and he held my butt.  The kiss was long, but it appeared to be not enough for both of us. I led him to the bedroom while we kissed.

We both lay in bed, side by side. We kissed for another while. In the meantime, our hands were reaching out to explore each other. Then I turned over to give him head. His penis was rock hard. He took mine too. I bet his wife didn't have the skills like I did. Of course, I didn’t miss his balls and perineum.

I took a condom from the bedside stand and put it on him. Then I turned to kiss him. This time I was on top of him. I helped him sit up while I kneeled down on top of him. We kissed and I pressed his hardness with my perineum and my anus. Eventually the battering ram crushed the gates. His eyes were full of lust. I was “full-filled” too. That was a sacred moment that no words could describe. No words were exchanged, just raw emotion and physical sensation. I wondered whether I was an alternative to his wife when he was sexually starved, or he had been wanting to do this with me for a long time. It didn’t matter at that moment. He was in me, and that’s what mattered. I slowly moved to make myself used to the sensation. I held his head and his tongue played with my nipples. I was lost…

He turned me over and started pushing his unquestionable determination into me, though very gently. I wrapped my legs around his butt. I did not bottom often but he made me want more from him. He occasionally stopped to see if I was all right and kiss me. His eyes were full of desire, and they seemed to tell me how much he appreciated what I was doing to pleasure him.

His pace became faster as I stroke myself. Our breathing intensified and our moaning louder. And there came the finale - I screamed when my lust made its destination and the contraction of my behind also caused his eruption out and loud. We kissed vigorously and that helped keep our screaming to a more modest level. 

We both fell asleep afterwards. It might be just a few minutes but I felt recharged.

He broke the silence this time, “Where is my one million?”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you that my price is two million. So you owe me one.” I replied in a business tone.

“Can I offer you a blow job later to pay you back?” This time, his indecent proposal.

“That will do.” We both laughed.

As to whether that was his first time, that would be a million-dollar question.