This is a true story that happened in 1993. I was a new immigrant to this country. I am from South Asia. I am older, married, around 45; I am also gay. I had just moved to one of the neighborhoods in New York City. My first job was at a Pizza Hut place as a delivery driver. I had been working at the hut for about six months when a young person joined as a delivery driver. He was a Muslim from a country in South Asia, about 20 years old, handsome, 5'4", rather small, timid and slim. The pizza hut manager put me in charge of him and told me to show him the ropes, which meant that I had to teach him how to make pizza, clean up, mix dough and deliver pizza in some of the toughest neighborhoods. Delivery drivers had to be extremely careful in that neighborhood; otherwise, we would be robbed of our pizza and money. It happened to me twice. On the other hand, if we worked hard and careful, we made good money from tips and wages. Both of us worked late night shifts so we could earn extra money. Sometimes, we left around midnight after cleaning and closing the shop. He was staying alone in a cheap basement apartment and attending the local community college during spare time.
We soon became friends. We would often talk about our families and life back in our home countries. We also talked about our sex lives. I was looking for an opportunity to seduce him and take him to bed; but from all that he told me, he was perhaps straight. He told me that he has screwed girls in his home country; so he was no stranger to sex. He once told me that when he was about 12 years old, he fucked his cousin. But how about gay sex? I wasn't sure. I did not push my luck; neither did he suspect that I am gay. I told him that I frequented massage places in the neighborhood when I felt horny. There were quite a few oriental massage parlors in our neighborhood. I usually paid, about $30 for a half hour session. At the end of these sessions, these masseuses give a hand-job for extra tips of about $10 to $20. The masseuse rubbed baby oil on my cock and jerked me off. If you paid more tips, say $60 or more, you get to have sex. Being gay, that was not at all my option. But my friend wanted me to take him to one of these places. He did not have much money to spare. So I told him that I would give him free massage, since I knew he was frugal with his money, sending his income back to his family in his home country. After much wooing, he agreed reluctantly for me to give him a massage.
One night, we made plans to go to his basement apartment after work around 10 PM. Once we got into his apartment, I took the initiatives and asked him to strip and lie on his stomach on the bed. He took off his cloths, but kept his boxers on and lay on the bed; it was single bed. I kept my cloths on. I started to massage him. Instead of oil, I used talc powder and massaged his shoulders, back, thighs and feet. I could not massage his buns over the boxers. I asked him, "Is it OK to take off the boxers, so that I could really give him a good strong massage." He said OK. I quickly pulled off his boxers. He had gorgeous small buns, a bit hairy; dark brown complexion. I again took time to massage his legs, thighs, feet and came back to his buns. I squeezed it sensually; every now and then let my fingers run over his cracks all the way to the balls. After about half hour, I asked him to turn over; he did without hesitation. His cock was fully erect and rock hard. It was beautiful and pulsating. Was he gay? Can I push the envelop? Being a Muslim, he had a cut dick, about 7" long. I pretended not to notice it and went on to massage his shoulder, tummy, thighs, arms, palms etc. After completing, I massaged just below his belly button. His cock was fully erect, gorgeous and glorious. I asked him if it is OK to massage his dick and balls. He said OK, but told me not to jerk him. I don't know why he would not agree to be jerked. Probably, he felt guilty that he was getting into gay sex, which is a cardinal sin for Muslims. As per his wish, I took time to massage his cock and balls. I held his dick in my palms, squeezed it and the balls also, but did not jerk him. I was tempted to suck him, but I did not want to push my luck. I thought that if he became comfortable with me, he might allow me to give him massages frequently in future. I could hear my heart thumping fast. I held his erect throbbing dick in my hands and imagined all sorts of gay sex with him. It was cut and beautiful. What a thrilling moment. Oh how I wished the time would last for eternity. I completed the massage without jerking him or removing my cloths.
Needless to say, I was horny as hell. My dick was rock hard, but I controlled my emotions. After I finished, he got up and wrapped a lungi -- a long round cotton sheet we wear at homes in our part of the world . He said thanks and Good Night and I left. But that experience literally shook me to the core and took me to new heights in my sexual pilgrimage. I lived in the afterglow of that experience for weeks together. That was a profound experience - to hold a throbbing cock of a youth in your hands is an experience indeed. I have handled and sucked many cocks since my teenage years. But to hold someone's erect pulsating dick without jerking it -- that is a different story.
After this experience, we became very close friends and openly shared stories of our many experiences. The following week, he asked me to take him to a massage place I know. Needless to say, I was very disappointed. Why did he not ask me to give him massage? That really proved to me that he is straight. Reluctantly, I agreed to take him to the massage place one afternoon when we were free. We agreed to share the cost. I knew this oriental massage place. She operated from her house basement. The woman was a bit older, probably in her 40s. She was gentle and motherly and understood the needs of young people. I told her what we needed. I told her since my friend is a novice, I need to be with him in the same room as a moral support and that I am his uncle and he is my nephew. I told her that this his first experience and that she should give him the best massage without any reservation. Of course, she did not take off her cloths. She never does. We both took off our clothes. My friend being the first and he took off everything including his boxer and lay on the table. I sat on a stool close by with my boxers on. The masseuse gave him a good half hour massage and she finished off the massage by giving a hand job - jerking him with oil. Just as she was jerking him and as he was about to cum, her phone rang and she left him hanging there panting and went to pick up the cordless phone. I was sitting close by on a stool watching this drama. My friend was panting, had yet to complete his orgasm satisfactorily. I immediately walked over to the massage table, took over his erect dick in my hand and continued to jerk him and squeeze his balls together. He did not mind or protest. He had his eyes closed. After a few fast strokes and squeezing his balls, he came profusely, squirted all over stomach and thighs. He slowly became restful and started to breath deeply. I continued to massage his stomach, thighs, and dick gently till he rested peacefully. I kissed him on his forehead. There was something very special about this experience. It was enjoyable, tender and loving. There was an intense male bonding between the two of us.
The masseuse saw this and quickly finished the conversation and returned to wipe him off with a hot towel. After cleaning up, my friend got up, put on his boxers and sat on the stool. It was now my time to be massaged. My young friend was fascinated with what was happening. He had his eyes on my dick. I was not interested in receiving the massage myself and told the woman to simply give me a hand job. Just after a few minutes of gentle jerking, I came; but I was thinking more about my friend and his pleasure than about my own satisfaction. When finished we both drove off to our homes. We hardly ever spoke about it afterwards. We planned to go to the massage place again, but it never materialized.
I stayed at the Pizza Hut for about a year until I got a decent job and moved away. I kept in touch with my young Muslim friend for couple of years. Eventually he moved away to Oregon and I lost contact with him.