Gay Erotic Stories

Almost a year had passed since she first told me about the resort and was on assignment in Nagasaki. I called Mya to get directions to the resort then took a scenic drive into the mountains of Kyushu. Like she had said, the resort was well off the beaten path; I had to park my car and take a fifteen-minute carriage ride to the spa. The building hung precariously on the face of a mountain; its large, wooden, multi-tiered structure could be seen clearly from the base of the mountain. I wish I could have taken pictures, but they didn’t allow cameras because of client confidentiality concerns. I felt naked not having my camera with me, but at the same time I felt so free. The peaceful tones of a wind chime echoed through the plush forest. I sighed in relief. The spa was working its magic already.

There were five of us on the carriage, including one young Japanese man dressed in a very expensive blue suit. I could not, for the life of me, figure out where I’d seen him before, but I knew I’d seen before. He spent the entire trip on the cell phone talking business; not once did he look at or speak to any of the rest of us.

“Man, is he uptight,” I whispered to Matt, one of the other resort guests.

“Yeah, he’s going to need the super relaxation package,” he joked.

We finally arrived at the spa and were greeted at the door by a young woman clad in a white kimono. We took off our shoes at the genkan and followed her to the front desk. The spa was truly spectacular. As with so many things in rural Japan, the building was designed to be balance beauty and functionality. There was something very mesmerizing about the clean lines created by the rich, honey-colored wood and the simplicity of the bare rice paper walls. There was little clutter, not even in the decoration, which amounted to a few tatami mats, banzai trees, and sand gardens; all perfectly arranged throughout the establishment. Even the staff’s attire – everyone wore white kimonos – contributed to the calming sameness of the spa. I sighed again.

After we signed in, the hostess directed us into a small room where we would receive our orientation. The stuffy businessman was the last to enter the room and take his seat – away from the rest of the group.

Another man, dressed in a black kimono, walked in through a sliding door and addressed us. “Here at Kyushu Sun, we use a form of energy therapy incorporating traditional Japanese shiatsu, Tai Chi and the Zen concepts of meditation and unity. The result is a partnership between your therapist and you, in which energy is moved along the meridians in your body to release tension and achieve mental and physical balance. The session takes about two hours. Are there any questions?”

Everyone seemed clear on the concept – even Mr. Uptight.

“Very well, then. Aiko will show you to your rooms.”

We followed Aiko, single file, down a long corridor with doors lined up on each side. As she approached an open door, she would direct one of us inside, shut the door behind them and move on to the next. Halfway down the hall, it was just me, Matt and Mr. Uptight left.

“Mr. Damon, this is your room to the right; Mr. Batista your room is on the left; and, if you’ll follow me Mr. Yamashiro, your room is just a few doors down.”

I walked into my room and heard the door slide shut behind me. My therapist was standing in the middle of the room beside a large, black leather mat on the ground. He bowed and greeted me with a smile. “Good morning, Mr. Batista. My name is Ryoko; I’ll be your therapist today. I would suggest that you disrobe for your session so that I can better channel your energy, but you may be clothed or unclothed as you feel comfortable with.”

I was butt naked and ready in no time. “Now if you will lie, face down, on this mat, we will begin your session.”

“Your energy is very balanced, Mr. Batista,” Ryoko commented in his soft, lilting voice as his fingers firmly danced on my spine and shoulders. “You must lead a very stress-free life.”

“Mmm, I guess,” I mumbled into the leather mat.

It was all mumbo jumbo to me, but it felt so good. The sound of his voice and the touch of his warm hands against my skin were quickly lulling me to sleep. But, just as I was getting into it, I felt a tingle in my groin.

“Um, Ryoko, I need to use the restroom.”

“Yes, of course,” he said, handing me a plain white robe. “Put on this on and follow me.”

“Just point the way,” I said, putting on the robe.

“Are you sure? It can be a little confusing getting around.”

“I’m positive. I have a great sense of directions.”

I lied. I have a horrible sense of directions, but I was able to follow Ryoko’s directions without any problems. I took care of my business and started the quizzical journey back to my room. Navigating the hallways on the way back proved more difficult than I expected. The only problem with the spa’s Zen-inspired design is that all the corridors looked exactly alike. I got turned around a few times but eventually made my way back to the long corridor where my therapy room was. I counted the doors on the left and walked into my room, number 11. Imagine my surprise when there was someone already in there.

I suddenly realized my mistake. My room was the seventh door on the left, not the eleventh. I had accidentally walked into Mr. Uptight’s room. He was alone, lying face down on his mat with nothing on but a towel draped that was draped over his butt and thighs. His therapist was nowhere in sight. I turned around to walk out when I heard the guy call out.

“What took you so long? I’ve been lying on this table for fifteen minutes already. Can we get this show on the road?”

“But…” I began to explain.

“Don’t you know who I am?” he asked, pushing up off the table enough and turning to look at me. Suddenly, I remembered who he was.

“You’re Koji Yamashiro!”

Koji Yamashiro was the President and CEO of Koji Co., one of the world’s largest game development companies. Mr. Yamashiro built the company from the ground up and, at the age of 22, was the world’s youngest self-made billionaire. He was also one of the world’s most eligible bachelors. Not only was he young and filthy rich, but also he was also very good looking. There was a long list of runway models, Hollywood starlets, and royal debutants who had vied unsuccessfully for the position as the first lady of Koji Co. It was said that Young Koji had vowed that the one and only love in his life was Koji Co. Such a pity.

“That’s right,” he snapped, “so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get over here and give me that massage. I don’t have all day; I need to relax NOW!”

How could he think I was his therapist? I didn’t look Japanese and I didn’t even have on the right outfit – it was just a basic robe. Mr. Yamashiro obviously didn’t notice or didn’t care. I started to explain the misunderstanding until he barked out another rude command.

“Yes sir,” I replied with as much humility as I could muster. “Right away, sir.”

I’ve been told that I give pretty good neck rubs, but I didn’t know a damn thing about Tai-Zen or Shiatsu-Chi or whatever. I had a feeling Koji wouldn’t know his chi if it slapped him in the face but he would, once I was through with him.

I remembered the technique Ryoko was using on me and combined it with what little I knew about giving massages. The result was a chaotic series of jabs and pokes with my fingers followed by firm, rubbing motions with my palms.

“Yes, that’s more like it,” Koji said. I could hear the brusqueness in his voice slowly fading and his body relaxed beneath my hands.

I grabbed a bottle of oil from a tray and drizzled some of it on Koji’s smooth, golden skin. Its sweet, spicy scent invaded my nostrils as I spread it over his well-defined back. Once he was all slicked up, I applied more pressure and kneaded his tense muscles with my hands. It was obvious that Koji worked out regularly. Although not bulging with muscles, his body wasn’t soft and squishy like I expected a corporate executive’s to be. Koji’s firm muscles melted in my hands; his shiny butter-colored flesh grew increasingly supple beneath my strong manipulation. My hands glided up his back to his shoulders – they were hard as rock. I worked them in my powerful hands until they submitted to me, relinquishing all the stress they had been storing for God knows how long.

“Mm yes, I like that,” Koji purred.

“Thank you,” I said stretching his arms out and straddling his waist.

Working on one side then the other, I pressed the tension from his shoulders, down his arms and out through his fingers. I leaned back and let the full weight of my body rest on the small of his back. Rocking from side to side, I ground my hips into his back. He really enjoyed that by the sounds of his purring, but I had to be careful not to get too carried away; my dick was already plumping up from the sudden stimulation.

I spun around so that I was now facing his feet, and my crotch was dangerously close to his ass. Even covered with a towel, I could tell it was nice – not big and round, but definitely firm, and probably hairless like the rest of his body. I slid the towel up his thighs a bit, just to the bottom of his butt cheeks, and then dribbled some more oil on his legs. Taking a limb in each hand, I vigorously plied his rigid thighs until they too yielded to my whim. Then I grabbed his bulging calves, squeezed them into compliance and pushed the tension out through his feet.

Just as my hands were about to take an idle back up Koji’s legs I saw the door to the room slide open. The young staff member’s face lit up in surprise. I guess he was Mr. Yamashiro’s assigned therapist. I don’t know where he’d been all that time, but I’m sure he didn’t expect to see me there manhandling another client’s legs. I gave the guy a knowing grin and gestured for him to be quiet. In true Japanese custom, he apologetically bowed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me to finish taking care of young Koji.

“Who was that?” Koji asked in a near-catatonic tone.

“It was just Aiko checking to see if you were okay,” I answered, continuing to rub my oily hands up his thighs.

My hands stopped at the junction between Koji’s legs and butt. Sliding my thumbs under the towel I slowly lifted it off his ass. Just as I expected, his tiny ass was rock hard and completely hairless. I was itching to put my hand to it, to leave my large, red handprint on it, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I settled on grabbing those small mounds of flesh in my hand and giving them a good squeeze. Koji’s hip lifted off the ground slightly.

“Ooh, I didn’t know this was part of the treatment,” Koji commented sleepily.

“This is the deluxe service that we provide only to our most honored clients,” I said, trying to appeal to his oversized ego. “I can give you the basic service if you’d like.”

“No, I will take the deluxe session. Carry on.”

It was like shooting fish in a barrel. I pawed his butt cheeks with my oily hands, kneading and trying to separate the two golden bundles. He resisted at first, unwilling to expose his rose bud to me, but soon gave into my force and his desires. Koji’s hips started rising and falling – he was basically backing that ass up for me. I gently spread his ass open and gazed upon the soft pink wrinkles of magnificent little hole.

I let go of the left cheek to grab the bottle of oil. I dropped a dollop of the syrupy liquid on the cleft of his ass then opened him back up so I could see it slowly drip down the crack. The oil pooled up on his tightly clenched pucker. I dipped my fingers into it and spread it around the darker brown ring.

“What’s this all about?” He was more alert this time and I felt him struggling beneath me.

“Mr. Yamashiro, you must relax. The anus is a very vital pressure point. If you do not allow me to release the energy within, you will not get the full benefit of this session.”

“I don’t know…” he said.

“I assure you; it will all become clear to you in time. Please trust me.”

I felt his body relax again and I proceeded to release his anal energy. My index finger circled his tight sphincter, waiting for the right moment to attack. I felt his chest heaving beneath me, his body tremble between my legs, and goose pimples form against my palm, as my finger continued to tickle his most private part. And at last, the moment I’d been waiting for: his bud, which was now a darker shade of pink, began to quiver and open, begging me to invade it.

Koji whimpered when he felt my fingertip enter his chute. I worked just the finger around the tight entrance to his cave. It was soft and hot. I slid my digit in to the first knuckle and stroked deeper into his secret place. Koji was panting heavily by now as my finger rummaged through his tender rectum. I slid the finger in and out a few times, plunging ever deeper with each inward thrust until the entire digit was buried within him.

“Can you feel the stress escaping your body?” I asked.

“Y-yes, oh God, yessss!” he hissed.

His ass was opening up nicely; it was time to step it up a notch. I slipped in a second finger. I didn’t ease it like before; I just slid it right on in.

“Unh…” was the only sound he made.

I dripped more oil on my fingers and drove it into his ass. His hole made obscene slurping sounds but not as obscene as the moaning sounds Koji was making himself. Just when his ass adjusted to my two-finger poking, I added another. He emitted a high-pitched wail and his body shuddered beneath me. I continued to jab my fingers deep into his bowels, bringing him to the brink of tears. Then I stopped, pulled my fingers out of his ass and stood up. His body was still convulsing wildly on the mat.

“It’s time to turn over Mr. Yamashiro.”

“C-can’t you f-finish the session l-l-like this?” he stammered?

“Oh no, we must release the pressure points on the other side. Now, turn over.”

Koji slowly flipped over onto his back. He blushed and turned his eyes away. I scanned the front of his body and spotted the object of his embarrassment. His dick, a healthy six inches of brown Japanese man-meat, stood straight up from his thick mass of jet black, wiry pubic hair. It throbbed and bucked in rhythm to his heartbeat.

“Don’t be ashamed; it happens all the time,” I comforted him before taking a seat on his stomach.

“Really?” he asked, looking a little more at ease.

I nodded and settled onto his hips. His throbbing tool was pressed firmly against my ass and I pretended like I didn’t even notice. I poured a generous amount of oil on his chest and started phase two of my plan.

I vigorously massaged his arms and shoulders, again working the energy out through his hands then moved back to his chest. Two big brown nipples were prominently displayed on his smooth chest. I gave his pecs a good feel, working the solid muscles in my hands. Every time my hand brushed by one of his nipples, Koji would flinch slightly and his body got all prickly with goose pimples. I gave each one a gentle pinch to wake them up. The little chocolate-colored nubs perked up immediately and I felt his dick swat against my ass. I did it again and watched Koji’s face screw up in pain and desire.

I crawled backwards down his body until I was comfortably seated between his outstretched legs. Grabbing his thighs in my hands, I leisurely worked the lean muscles in large circles and made sure my hands grazed his walnut-sized testicles occasionally. After a couple minutes of this teasing, Koji was writhing on the mat and his eyes were begging me to touch him.

“Do you want the FULL service, Mr. Yamashiro?”

“Yes, please, I beg you.” His voice quivered with excitement.

I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and held it steady while I poured oil over it. The viscous fluid oozed down his dick. When it met my fingers I used it to stroke him, slowly at first then building speed as I saw him getting pleasure from it. His dick jerked in my hand and he thrashed about wildly as I beat him off. Silently, without warning, he shot his load. Streams of his hot cum splashed all over the place as I continued to jack him off through his orgasm. When he was done chest and stomach and my hands were coated in his thick scum. I kept pumping his extra sensitive, forcing out the last drops of jizz and a few tortured whimpers from my wealthy Japanese boy toy.

“If you will indulge me just a few minutes more, there is one last thing that we must do before your therapy is complete.”

“Y-y-yes, whatever y-you say. I-I’ll do whatever y-you say.” Koji’s body jerked violently as he rode the residual waves of his orgasm.

I turned him back over on his stomach. He sprawled out on the mat like a lifeless corpse with his arms and legs splayed out and his ass prone to my wicked desires. I knew from the jump that I was going to have that ass and there it was, begging to be fucked. And my dick was so hard--it hurt. The ten-inch monster poked through the front of my robe and was twitching at the chance to get at Koji’s tight little ass. What was I to do?

That’s right, you guessed it; I fucked it! I spread his cheeks apart to display his yawning chasm. It was still open and greased up from my thorough fingering earlier. I untied my robe, slopped some oil on my stiff prod, and slid that fucker right into his ass. Koji gasped sharply, his once lifeless body now very much alive with new sensations.

“With this technique… we can... stimulate your… innermost chi,” I rambled on as I continuously rammed my cock up his ass.

I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about and he didn’t give a shit. All he wanted at that point was more of my fat cock up his hungry hole. It was then that I started speculate that Mr. Yamashiro wasn’t new to the art of deep-penetrating chi stimulation. He may not have had a lot of mileage, but he’d had a couple of trips around the block; I was sure of it. No virgin ass ate up a cock like his. The more I pounded him, the more he begged for.

“Hamete chodai!” he moaned. “Fukaku hamekonde chodai!” Fuck me; fuck me hard.

I got a good hold of his ass and put my weight into it, driving my cock into him as deep and hard as I could. His rectum gripped my prick like a vice grip. Every thrust was like driving through hot Play-doh, but I continued to fuck him like a man possessed. Koji was clawing at the mat, his hips bucking and gyrating beneath me.

“Now that we’ve… cleansed… your body of all the bad… chi…” I grunted, “…it’s time… to inject some… good chi.”

“Hamete chodai!” he continued to chant.

I wanted to fuck him forever, but fifteen minutes would have to do. His greedy ass was just too fucking much for me. I jammed my hips hard against his ass and dumped a huge wad of steamy cum inside his squishy bowels. I felt another orgasm course through his body and his ass clamp down on my slowly deflating cock.

I pulled out and crashed to the ground beside Koji. He didn’t move or speak for at least ten minutes; he didn’t even look at me. I stared at the ceiling and wondered what he was thinking. Was he mad at me for violating him like that? Was he embarrassed by his actions? Then he turned to me, propping himself up on one arm.

“Thank you for my therapy,” he said. “I feel like a new man.” His tone was surprisingly warm and humble, and even his expression seemed more serene than when I first met him. I think he may have even smiled. I

“There’s something I need to tell you Mr. Yamashiro,” I said, staring into his eyes. “I’m not really a therapist.”

He stared at me for a moment, silently taking in my confession. He smiled (I’m sure of that one) and said, “It doesn’t matter. My grandfather used to say, ‘You don’t have to be a teacher to teach someone.’ Thanks to you, I now understand what he meant.”

Grabbing a robe from the shelf, Koji Yamashiro bowed to me and left. I cleaned up and left a few minutes later. Luckily, I didn’t have to try to explain my absence to my therapist – he’d left the room sometime before I got back. I got dressed and tried to make the quickest and quietest exit possible. Matt was leaving at the same time and we rode the carriage down the mountain together.

“Did you have a good session?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was… stimulating.”

“I’ll say. Hey, did you hear the commotion coming from that uptight dude’s room? I’d like to know what kind of session he was having; he was moaning and groaning the whole time. You could hear it all through those paper walls.”

“Funny, I didn’t hear a thing. I must have fallen asleep.”

A few months later I picked up the Washington Post. A large caption in the Style section read: “Billionaire Yamashiro Weds Exotic Dancer.” It went on to read: “22-year-old Japanese billionaire, Koji Yamashiro, shocks the world with the announcement that he has secretly wed a male exotic dancer known only as Meiko. The couple has supposedly been dating secretly for two years…”

Well, so much for Mr. Uptight!