Massage without music with Mister Pong
During my last trip to Thailand, I had the opportunity to go to Khon Kaen. I knew it was the hometown of Mister Pong, but I never imagined having the chance to meet him. However, this is what happened, by the greatest chance. While wandering through Central Plaza, we came face to face. He was leaving a shop where he had renewed his collection of sexy underwear. We fell into each other's arms, delighted to meet again.
We went to Starbucks for a coffee and a little chat. I regretted not being in Bangkok to benefit from a tenth massage in music, but Mister Pong offered me a much more original session. Massage without music, but in a cabin in the countryside, in the middle of the green rice fields.
So we took his car, and after an hour's drive, we arrived near Chai Thung, at the end of a small path. No farm visible on the horizon. Just a small wooden hut, with a raised floor. All around, rice fields very green as far as the eye can see. At the edge of the hut, a ditch filled with water.
Mister Pong is a far-sighted man. He always has a blanket and a bottle of massage oil in his car. We unfurled the blanket on the floor, and took off our clothes. No shower or air conditioning. The comfort is not the same as at Siam Condo, but the bucolic setting makes it possible to forget these drawbacks. Mister Pong cannot follow the music to punctuate the massage, but he knows the different phases by heart. So I lay on my stomach, and he started massaging my feet, as usual. Then his hands coated with oil lingered on my calves, my thighs, before reaching my buttocks. When his hands arrived on my back and my shoulders, I felt like other times his sex back and forth between my buttocks. He made no effort to avoid this contact. It was so exciting that I felt my cock swell, and I tried to accentuate the contact by lifting my buttocks as much as possible. I had the impression that he was not missing much for him to penetrate me on a kidney stroke. And then Mister Pong lay completely on my back, moving like a snake. I felt his body slide over mine. I felt his breathing, the rub of his beard on my cheek.
Then came the moment to get on all fours, leaning on my knees and my arms. But rather than doing as the previous times, I proposed to Mister Pong to exchange the roles. So he took the position. I smeared my hands with oil, and placing myself behind him, I slid my hands between his legs, to grab his huge, still inert sex. A few caresses were enough to transform it into a very stiff stick. His moans were the only sounds in the silence of the countryside. I grabbed his chest and hugged him. I sat him on my folded legs to be able to massage his muscular pecs. My fingers lingered on her nipples, before descending on his protruding abs, then on his huge cock. He ran his hands behind his back to grab mine. Our bodies and hands slid against each other.
I lay on my back. Mister Pong turned to me. He did not forget the massage of my feet, even if he did not have a hot towel. Then he spread my legs slightly to get closer and massage my upper thighs. My cock felt that his hands were not far away, and began to shudder. Expert hands covered in fragrant oil grabbed it and began a slow back and forth movement. It was my turn to moan with pleasure. Before it was too late, Mister Pong sat on my stomach and smeared his breast with oil. He grabbed my hands so that I knead his large pectoral. My hands wandered over his chest, his shoulders, his armpits, his abs, feeling each bulge of his firm muscles. They ended up reaching her triumphant sex. As I held him firmly, Mister Pong moved his hips back and forth, to slide his cock between my fingers. He started to moan again, and advancing on my chest, approached his cock to my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, while placing my hands under his buttocks, to help his hip movement. Then he turned around I took the opportunity to caress all the corners of his hindquarters which was flush with my nose. And then he lay on top of me, wiggling his body like a vigorous snake. My stiff cock was stuck between her thighs. While I had my hands on his buttocks, he went up and down with a slow movement. The embrace on my cock was such that I could not restrain myself any longer, and with a sudden movement of the kidneys, I sent a long stream of sperm on his lower back.
I was exhausted, but Mister Pong was still strong. He straightened up and knelt before me. He covered his cock with an XXL hood, and poured a good amount of gel. He grabbed my legs to place them vertically, with my feet at his shoulder level. Then I felt his firm sex slowly penetrate me. We have united our groans of pleasure. His back and forth movements began, more and more rapid. My legs were lifted vertically, and I felt his whole body hitting mine. Then he spread my legs, and lay on top of me. My legs were folded on my chest, and his body was stretched like a bow. After a few quick movements, I felt a final contraction of his whole body, with a long groan of pleasure.
We stayed entwined for a long time, cradled in a refreshing breeze, in the waning light of day. And then after a last hug came the time to get dressed and hit the road to town. I will long remember this unique moment of relaxation and pleasure, alone in the world in the green countryside.
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