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The main complain I have with this paradise if that I am also not getting as much action as I hoped, and I was so horny even my colleagues look tempting! So to keep my mind off sex and make good use of my time here, I decided to add on more mass and try to trim off more fat.

The gym is located at this mall which is quite near to our hotel and on one visit there I met this guy.

I never have a habit of making small talks or make friends at the gym because it interferes with my routine but I was caught staring at this dude who took the treadmill besides me. I gave an awkward smile and quickly went back to my business, but I just can’t stop myself from checking him out every now and then, and I was quite sure that he checked me out just as often as well.

He is about my height but is not as buff as me. I have solid body frame and looked as if I had went for a bodybuilding competition. He is not extremely gorgeous but he has got the best looking set of legs. My guess is that if you have nice legs you probably have a nice set of ass as well and nice ass means he will be tight.

Wink!

Anyway I was not about to sacrifice my workout for him or anybody else for that matter and it was a good thing I was able to re-focus on my workout and hit the weights without much trouble. I figured if he was still around by the time I am done we could get some fun.

So I was disappointed that he was nowhere in sight when I was done and about to hit the showers.

Regretting my decision for having let this potential fuck slip away, I headed to the locker thinking how things might have been if I had chatted him up and went for a coffee with him instead of sticking to my workout.

I wondered if I will ever see him again, and I kept thinking how nice it would be to have his gorgeous legs high up in the air or on my shoulders as I pump into his tight hole the whole night... make him scream non-stop and beg for more.

Hell! Too late for that now.

Things took an interesting turn when I heard someone at the other section of the locker room and went to investigate. I almost could not hide the happiness when I saw him seated at a corner reading a magazine. He looked up, smiled, and gave me a very distinct look: a look that communicated interest and desires but otherwise friendly (like the locals); a look that said a million things even without moving the lips.

I introduced myself clumsily and we exchanged information about ourselves. Then casually he asked me if I had the chance to check out the sauna which the gym is most famous for. I lied and said I did not know they had a sauna and told him I don’t mind checking it out as I was feeling quite sore from my workout.

So I stripped off all my clothes, deliberately showing my body and manhood (okay, I was trying to seduce him), and continued with the conversation like two regular dudes would. He was having so much trouble carrying on the conversation.

Honestly, I do like that feeling of being watched (with my permission of course).

With towels around us and nothing else, he led the way to the steam room and we took our seats besides each other. We continued to talk about our jobs and joked about the locals. I also manage to learn that he is a physiotherapist working at a nearby hospital.

He said that he had helped many muscular dudes who strained themselves from their workouts and asked if I need some to de-stress. He made some remarks about my shoulders, saying how big they are, and asked me if he could massage me. I said sure and he came over and sat down behind me.

I am not into massages generally but some how i enjoyed his touch. The steam which condensed on our body acted like massage oil and he worked on me like a pro he said he was. I found myself getting limped and started to lean against his body. The steam in the room made me feel very relaxed and his soothing touch soon cause me to get hard down there. Feeling constricted by the towel around my waist, I took off the towel, closed my eyes, and let my head hang forward. He moved closer to me and started to massage my lower back, waist and abs. I can sense him looking at my gradually growing dick, and I could felt his breadth on my neck from time to time.

I let out a moan to indicate my pleasure when he started to work on my waist but touched the small arch at my lower back I literally tensed up and made my dick jumped. He had touched the secret g-spot of mine known only by a handful of my ex-girlfriends.

The next thing I know - I can feel his body against my back like he is hugging me from behind me and his hands started to explore the front of my waist and making their way toward my treasure trail. I had to bit my lips from moaning out loud, but I did let out some to encourage him to continue.

I leaned against his body and felt his erection pushing against my back. Good thing he is quite a big guy or he wont be able to support me. His hands are all over me now but still he did not touch my member - they glided in and out of my inner thighs and were brushing against my balls. In fact what ever he was doing reminded me of the manhood massage I tried while in Malaysia some years back.

Finally he found enough courage and took hold of my erected dick and started to travel up the shaft in slow brushing action. Soon, his fingers and thumb met my sensitive dick head and started to make small circles at my piss slit - causing a mixture of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and torture. By now my pre-cum is flowing like a river and I can feel them covering my entire manhood.

His fingers on one hand continued their attack on my dick head while the other hand worked on my shaft and balls. My dick head burned like it was on fire and the sensation on my balls were like they are being tickled by a feather.

I usually can last for 25 minutes at least pumping away at a guy in the doggie-style position but I found myself unable to contain myself less than 5 minutes when he found my dick. I was beginning to feel the inevitable orgasm and was struggling to breathe and stopped myself from cumming.

It was then that he whispered “breathe slowly, and try to relax”. I obeyed and the tension eased a bit. His fingers slowed their attacked on my helpless dick somewhat as well but it was at that moment I felt it - 4 cramp-like contractions similar to an orgasm and I thought I came. But I noticed that there was no ejaculation. It felt so much like the real thing except without the cum. So was this the multiple-orgasm they talked about?

“Just concentrate on your breathing…” he whispered gently. I responded by heaving a deep breath. My dick was now so hard, I could explode any second--and all this while his thumb would draw out more precum to cover my entire dick.

A while later, the sensations were too much for me, and I whispered to him, “Let me come now”. He said, “Not yet” and continued with his torture. His fingers teased my manhood but at the same time they were not giving me enough sensation to trigger an orgasm. And every time I manage to bring myself closer to an orgasm, he would sense it, would slow down and reduce this grip on my shaft… even stopped pumping me altogether. I was totally under his control - it was heaven and it was hell - all in one.

Every stroke he gave me was slow and deliberate, and while I yearned for a release from this pleasurable torture, I don’t want it to end. I started to gasp for air, bucking and kicking, and moaning uncontrollably. My body began to tremble as he continued to drive me wild with pleasure…

The sensation was very intense and I pleaded again, “Please… let me cum!” and started to kick into the air reluctantly and buck my pelvis like I was fucking some invisible person.

Thinking he did not hear me I pleaded again, but I soon realised he intended to ignore me. Soon the ache in my groin became so bad I started to really buck my hips up and down, and my moans became whimpers.

Once I tried to take things into my own hands, and when he sensed it, he dug his thumb deeper into my piss slit causing me much pain, I ended up gripping his wrist instead to stop him from going further into my sore piss slit. He stopped penetrating my slit only when he was certain I got the hint, he continued with the torture.

“Please, please… I… ” I couldn’t speak; I could only whine and grunt.

After what felt like an eternity, he spat into his hands and grabbed my dick a firmer pressure. Rotating both hands in opposite direction he also pumped them up and down mechanically. The multi-directional affected reminded me so much of the TENGA Rolling Head masturbating cup. My intense workout earlier and his spell-binding and systematic strokes totally drained me and I was too tired to fight him: I could only moaned with delight and move my hips to meet his stroke.

After a short later I finally came (or rather he let me cum). The orgasms itself also lasted like forever. It was like I had inserted my dick into those milking machines in the diary farm and having all my semen pumped out of me - every drop forced out from me with a un-stoppable vengeance. The contractions were so intense - I can feel the tightness of my abs so much it actually hurts.

The release after the hour-long stimulation took a lot from me. My body was so limp I could not support myself at all so he gently lowered me down and covered me with his own towel, placed one hand on my chest and played with my nipples, he proceed to jack himself off using his other hand. He took his time to play with himself and after some time he came. Helping me to my feet, he dragged me out of the stream room to the locker area.

He said, “Pleasure to serve you and hope to see you here again.” He then slipped me his name card, changed, and left.

Took me another half an hour before I was able to gather enough strength and staggered to the showers. As I dried myself off I couldn’t help but think that maybe Fiji isn’t too bad a place after all, and can only think about making another appointment with my physiotherapist.

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