Just about every week, Ayushi gives me a backrub. He is an older Asian-American man with white thinning hair, eyeglasses, of average height; he's unremarkable looking and he has a slight belly, which seems to be common to Asian men of a certain age.

Ayushi's hands should be bronzed, and the statue celebrated publicly. Not in a prominent, flashy spot, for Ayushi isn't a flashy man, but quietly, discreetly ( perhaps in a niche off to one side, softly lit, with a comfortable chair so you can sit at ease, thinking about the man Ayushi is and the gifts he brings to other men.

Here is how it happens: We always meet in the back of the room, standing against a chest-high wall. Usually I begin by moving next to him, caressing his back and shoulders through his shirt. Fairly soon his eyes close, his breath quickens, and he starts leaning against me, pressing his body into mine.

With my other hand, I rub his stomach and his chest. I reach under his chin and stroke his neck and tickle the side of his face with my palm and my fingertips. I reach down with both hands and pull his shirt from out of his pants. With one hand I unbutton his shirt; with the other I continue rubbing his back, his arm, his shoulders.

Ayushi always wears an undershirt, so I pull it out of his pants as well. I reach up under his undershirt and rub his stomach, then his tits. By this time, his nipples are hard, and I roll them between my thumb and forefinger. Unless specifically asked, I never do things to other men that I don't like done to me, so I don't pinch Ayushi's nipples or pull on them, I just rub them with my fingers, I knead them with my palm.

I start playing with Ayushi's ear with my lips and my tongue. He loves to have my tongue deep in his ear. I gently bite and suck his earlobe, pulling on it softly with my teeth. I hold the side of his head so I can push the tip of my tongue deep into his ear. He gasps and moans quietly, because he's getting excited.

Abruptly he stops and turns, facing me. Now it's my turn.

Ayushi unbuttons my shirt. Unless it's cold, I don't wear an undershirt or a t-shirt, so my stomach and chest are immediately bare. He leans forward and starts sucking one of my nipples. He bites it gently, and I can feel the pleasure pulses all the way to my cock.

My breath comes faster and I moan, and I run my hands through his hair, and I grab his shoulders, pulling him to me, pulling him down on me, sealing his lips to my tit. He finishes with that nipple and runs his tongue over my chest and begins sucking on my other nipple.

He rubs the front of my pants with his hand, then with his thumb and fingers begins masturbating me through the cloth. I pull my pants down so they're around my knees, and I am now totally exposed. Ayushi rubs my naked cock. That combined with his sucking on my nipples, makes my cock swell and throb.

My chest tightens, and my breathing and my heartbeat quicken, and I push my chest into his lips. I don't cum yet, I don't want to cum yet, I want this to go on forever.

Soon Ayushi stands and pulls me in front of him, so that my back is to him and I am between him and the wall. He begins to rub my back. The wall is just high enough so that I can lean and splay myself over the top of it.

Ayushi massages my spine, beginning between my shoulder blades then moving down to the top of my ass. Using slight pressure, he makes quick circular rotations with his thumbs on each of my vertebrae, and I lean harder onto the wall, stretching my back and arm muscles under his touch. With both of his hands, he finds my back and shoulder and neck muscles that are tight, and he plays with them and works them until my eyes close, and all I can think of is how good Ayushi is making me feel.

Sometimes he'll reach between my ass cheeks and with his thumb or finger rub the outside of my asshole, and he'll push the tip of his finger inside me, and he'll move his finger back and forth, in and out, fucking me and rubbing and kneading my ass cheeks, and making me stretch my legs and push my ass onto his hand.

I am beginning to feel limp, and the nerves in my back and my ass and my cock and my nipples are twanging, and my breath is short and fast, and I am whispering to him, whispering to him, telling him not to stop, telling him with my moans and my panting that I am ready and I am his and I don't want him to stop and he is so good so good so good.

But I stop because I don't want to cum yet, I want Ayushi to cum. I push myself up and away from the wall, and I turn and face him. I reach down and unzip his pants. I reach inside his fly; he's wearing underwear, and I push it aside inside his pants until I can hold his cock in my hand. It's already hard because Ayushi really likes what we do. I let go of his cock, but only long enough to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, and I push his pants and his underwear down onto his thighs. His pants fall to his ankles. We stand very close facing one another.

With one hand, I grab both of our cocks, mine bigger than his, his harder than mine. The head of his cock rubs my pubic hair; mine rubs his balls. My hand wraps around both shafts, my cock underneath his. I rub my hand up and down both shafts, masturbating both of us.

Ayushi moans. I start pumping my hand, fucking my hand and his cock at the same time. Ayushi moans oooh he starts fucking my hand and my cock. With my free hand I grab his hip and pull him into me, his skin so warm and soft, Ayushi's cock mmm is hot and hard in my hand and it's so good and he's fucking my hand and yesss I'm fucking my hand and we're fucking each other and he's telling me oooh it's so good and he's gasping and he's panting and oooh I'm pulling him into me pulling his cock into my hand and rubbing his cock with my cock and oooh yesss oooh oh maaann he floods my hand and my cock and my hair with his warm male wetness.

 

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