Finally, after this long dark period, the vaccine against Covid 19 has arrived. I was able to get the vaccine, so I was allowed to travel. I couldn't wait to go back to Thailand and be able to find Mister Pong for one of his sexy massages. I have been waiting for this opportunity for over a year. The year 2020 and its difficulties are behind us. It's time to rediscover the pleasures of life, which is so short ...
So I bought a plane ticket, and at the same time, I contacted Mister Pong to make an appointment. He was happy to know that I was back in Bangkok. He couldn't wait to see me again for the tenth time.
Like the previous times, I was very excited about this meeting. All visitors to Mister Pong say it, we don't want to be late, and we spend a lot of time in the Rama IX mall before heading with beating heart to Siam Condo. At the agreed time, I go up to the 11th floor, and after having made the tour of the atrium, here I am in front of the door of Mister Pong's apartment. I recognize the pretty decoration and the little exotic plants in bloom.
I knock on the door, and after a few seconds, Mister Pong appears, unchanged, smiling, showing a perfectly muscled bust, sports pants that hardly mask his huge cock at rest.
We are happy to meet again after such a long time, and we hug each other. He congratulates me on the development of my musculature, acquired thanks to the exercises carried out during confinement.
Nothing has changed in the decoration of the apartment. Always the same habits: a refreshing drink, the choice of the fragrance of massage oil, and a relaxing shower. Here I am quickly lying naked on the large bed, back and buttocks exposed waiting for the energetic movements of Mister Pong.
Here he is walking in the twilight, completely naked and magnificent. I can't help but turn on my side to enjoy the show. I find it hard to realize that after such a long hard time, I will be able to enjoy a delicious time again. The musical band is played to create a relaxing atmosphere and set the pace for the massage.
The 2 hour program is well established, described in detail on the Mister Pong's website. I venture however to ask if some new things have arrived during the last months. While starting the massage of my legs, Mister Pong promises me some surprises in his program.
After the foot and calf massage, I feel Mister Pong's hands on my thighs then on my buttocks and lower back. He must lean more and more forward, and his penis moves on my line according to his movements. I cannot help but dig the kidneys to prolong this contact. His hands having reached my shoulders, his whole body comes to rest on mine. I can feel it moving over me like a snake.
He invites me to stand up so that he can move his hands over my chest and stomach. I suddenly feel the embrace of his strong arms and the caress of his lips on my neck.
He invites me to lean forward, resting on my elbows. I feel his hands covered in gel pass between my legs and grab my cock, immediately erect. It is too early to enjoy but I find it hard to hold back, especially as Mister Pong plunges his hand into my line and an adventurous finger in my anus. My moans are the signal not to prolong this stage and to avoid premature ejaculation.
I rest completely on the bed again, with Mister Pong's body resting on me for a moment of relaxation. He invites me to stand up and sit on his thighs. This time, his hands weren't content with just my chest and stomach. They slide down to my cock already pointing to the sky. Since he grabbed my cock, I take the freedom to grab hold of his, with both hands behind my back. I can feel it getting bigger and bigger between my fingers. I can hear him moan too. I stroke the rounded end with one hand, while the other hand runs the enormous instrument along its entire length. I turn to kiss his lips and interrupt this intense moment on the threshold of ejaculation.
It's time for a moment of relaxation. Mister Pong comes out to prepare hot towels for massaging my feet. Then, to the rhythm of the music, he applies himself to applying sustained pressure to various sensitive points. Very relaxing feeling after a long day of walking in the big city.
Then Mister Pong abandons my feet and his hands venture higher and higher on my thighs. They gently spread my legs and end up grabbing my cock which quickly points again to the sky. The magic hands continue their ballet on my stomach and my chest. Mister Pong's whole body is soon placed on mine, with a continuous back and forth movement. This time he's in front of me, and I can hug him and stroke his back and butt. He does not give me time to reach his part and lift my legs to bring them to the level of his shoulders. Our sexes are face to face, ready for battle.
Then comes a movement of relaxation. My legs are stretched out again and Mister Pong places his knees on my sides, sitting on my chest, and his cock valiantly approaching my face. His muscular chest is within reach of my hands. I coat them with gel to massage this beautiful musculature at leisure, from the shoulders to the stomach. My hands slide behind his back. I can reach his buttocks and bring her cock closer to my mouth. I swallow it greedily, while Mister Pong moans with pleasure.
I manage to get up and push Mister Pong onto his back. I present my cock to him that he willingly swallows. I'm on the verge of ecstasy, but once again I want to feel his huge cock inside me. I extricate myself from his chest. I put a condom on his cock and cover it with a thick layer of gel. Then I gradually sit on this sting that points to the sky. I start a back and forth movement to introduce it completely. Our moans are increasing, to the rhythm of the music, until the final ecstasy.
We stay for a moment mated and entwined, sweaty, catching our breath. To celebrate this tenth meeting, Mister Pong agrees to take a shower with me. The flow of warm water refreshes us. I cannot resist the happiness of soaping him copiously, then running my hands over his impressive muscles, sliding my fingers between his legs, grabbing his cock still valiant and making him cum once again.
The clock is ticking. It's time to leave each other. We promise to meet again. We promise to stay in touch despite the distance using LINE. I promise to write a new review text. I will remain a faithful observer of Mister Pong's daily photos.
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