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Half a year later, I had to go to Japan again for a business trip. Because of the pleasant experience last time, I started planning to book a massage even before departure. I originally wanted to request Makoto again, but for some reason he was temporarily unavailable during that period. With the staff’s help, I chose another master with an even more muscular build — Rikuto (陸斗) — and booked another 90-minute session.

For the detailed pricing and booking process, please refer to the previous article “Gym-k: Makoto”. All the rates are listed there.

Although this was my second booking, I was still just as nervous. After getting off work in the evening, I kept checking the room and rinsing my mouth. Looking back now, it’s kind of funny. Sometimes I really have to admire the Japanese spirit of punctuality — the master arrived right on time. The moment the clock hit the hour, the doorbell rang. I remotely unlocked the apartment door, opened my room door, and watched the elevator slowly rise. After the voice announced “ドアが開きます (The doors are opening),” the elevator doors opened and out walked a man in his late 30s wearing a suit. He had an ordinary face with a serious expression and unexpectedly deep black eyes, but the trained muscles stretching his shirt still made him quite attractive.

He seemed a little surprised to see me waiting at the door. He gave me a small smile and a nod, then gestured for us to go inside together. As soon as Rikuto entered, he looked around somewhat anxiously, seemingly a bit lost because of the room I had rented this time. It happened to be cherry blossom season, so the room I found was smaller than before, and the bed was on the upper level of a loft. It was still perfectly fine for a short stay in Tokyo, but I hadn’t considered the massage when booking. Looks like I’ll have to keep that in mind next time.

“You can place your stuff near the sofa.” Seeing him at a loss, I spoke first and asked him to put his things by the sofa, then kindly asked if he was feeling hot. Even though it was still spring, the temperature in Tokyo had already reached nearly 30°C, which might feel quite warm for Japanese people.

“Yes, Aircon. Please.” He replied with simple English words, looking a bit embarrassed. I immediately turned on the air conditioner, thinking to myself that I had expected him to be more proactive, but this time it felt more like I was hosting him. After putting his things down, he finally took the initiative: “Do you want to fuck now? Or what?”

“Ummm… Let’s take a shower first.” I said while making a washing motion. He nodded in understanding and began taking off his clothes one by one. Rikuto’s physique was indeed very close to what was shown on the website — deliciously muscular. But at that moment, I seemed to be getting more and more nervous because of him.

“Together or …?” he asked when he was down to just his underwear.

“Together…” Even as I answered, I silently wondered in my heart: “Do people really ask to shower alone?”

Once we were both in the bathroom, Rikuto silently but diligently gave me a lazy-man’s bath. In the narrow shower space, I stood with my back to him, watching his serious expression through the mirror reflection. Although neither of us spoke, he would occasionally press his body against mine or let his fingers lightly brush my sensitive spots. Only then did I realize that he might just be poor at English communication, but he was still quite professional at his job. Still, the whole interaction felt a bit mechanical, unlike the romantic atmosphere I had with Makoto last time. I wasn’t sure which style was more typical for Japanese massage.

“Okay.” After carefully rinsing the soap off me with the showerhead, he smiled gently at me through the mirror.

We walked out of the shower one after another and dried each other’s bodies. He asked me to sit on the chair in front of the desk, then brought the hairdryer from the bathroom and carefully dried my hair. In the air-conditioned room, the monotonous warm wind from the hairdryer made me a little sleepy, and a cozy, boyfriend-like daily-life feeling naturally emerged. At that moment, he suddenly bent down and kissed me on the lips. Seeing my surprised expression, he smiled, then launched a tongue attack. While placing the hairdryer on the desk, he sat on my lap. The kiss grew more and more intense. My hands couldn’t help but hug him tightly. Rikuto wasn’t tall — he was a compact, muscular guy. His muscles felt firm and elastic under my touch. We kissed passionately for a long time. I could clearly feel his cock between his legs gradually hardening and poking against my abdomen.

Suddenly he straightened up, lips still glistening with my saliva, and asked, “Sex?”

“It’s okay. Side fun would be fine with me.” He looked at me with a slightly confused and embarrassed expression. I immediately understood and explained what “side fun” meant. He caught on quickly.

“Could you wear these socks for me?” I smiled and pointed at the new white socks on the desk.

“Okay.” He stood up from my lap and put on the socks a bit unsteadily. I was worried he might fall and reached out to steady him. He smiled lightly and said, “Thank you.”

“Can I?” He pointed at my currently soft cock, indicating he wanted to do something naughty. Although I didn’t quite understand what he was about to do at that moment, when he knelt in front of me and took my cock into his mouth, a warm, wet sensation instantly enveloped my lower body. Rikuto knelt like an adorable big puppy, sucking my cock. He kept licking with his tongue and looking up at me with lustful eyes, making my arousal surge. My cock swelled rapidly inside his mouth.

“Tastes good?” I deliberately asked in broken Japanese.

“Hmmm…” He just kept working hard, sucking and stroking my cock while looking up and letting out affirmative moans. Watching this muscular man serve me so attentively made the pleasure even more intense.

Before long, he pulled my cock out of his mouth with a low pant, licked the last drop of precum from my slit, and swallowed it. Then he sat back on my lap and kissed me passionately again. That thick, calloused palm grabbed both our cocks and started stroking them rapidly. The intense pressure and warmth of flesh against flesh almost drove me crazy. I hugged him tightly, wanting our bodies to get even closer. He responded with even fiercer kisses, his tongue aggressively invading every corner of my mouth, letting me clearly taste the clean mint flavor in his mouth.

“So good… feels amazing…” Not long after, he panted softly in my ear in Japanese. By then, both our cocks were already drenched in precum, making them even slicker. The two cocks rubbed against each other in his hand with lewd “squish squish” sounds. I couldn’t resist reaching out to join him, matching his rhythm. Perhaps because the stroking range became larger, I could feel Rikuto’s breathing growing more and more urgent. Sure enough, shortly after, he looked at me with hazy eyes and asked in Japanese, “Can I cum?”

“Sure, let’s cum together.” Seeing his entranced expression, I nodded. The moment I finished speaking, we almost came at the same time. Thick, cloudy white cum erupted from both our slits, instantly covering our cocks and hands like they had been coated in condensed milk. The freshly produced semen felt particularly warm in the air-conditioned room. He laughed in Japanese, “So warm.”

I smiled and replied, “Yeah, it feels really good.”

“That’s good.” He used his clean hand to gently pat my head.

Afterward, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom to rinse off. He remained focused and quiet the whole time, efficiently cleaning me without much conversation. Before we finished, I gave him a small snack as usual. He accepted it with some surprise. Only then did we sit in the sofa area and chat a bit. That’s when I learned he usually plays American football, which explained the thick calluses and his more muscular build. Otherwise, he personally preferred a leaner physique too. Before long, time was up. After exchanging thanks, I saw him off downstairs.

Although the feeling this time was completely different from the first, I think it was still another valuable experience. Thank you to Rikuto for the enjoyable 90 minutes.

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I never expected that at this moment, I would be stepping onto the deck with such a pleasant mood. Before leaving home this morning, Prinz came to “discuss” the exhibition room renovation with me again. Of course I wasn’t going to miss this last chance before my trip, so I also called Brock, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, to join us and enjoy the service of two muscular studs together.

Before heading out, I put on my suit while watching the two of them covered by a silk sheet soaked with sweat and almost transparent. Their strong bodies were intertwined, deeply asleep on the bed. But just as I was still immersed in the beautiful morning memory, an annoying voice immediately pulled me back to reality.

“Long time no see, Rex!” The chairman of the European First Automobile Industry Association walked toward me. He was a disgusting bald old man who used his power to exploit his subordinates all day long. His appearance was exactly that of an old lecher obsessed with women and power. Huh? You say I’m also addicted to men? No no no, at least I’ve long stepped back from the front lines and focus purely on enjoying men. I never use power to force anyone who doesn’t want it, especially not my own employees.

“You’re here in place of that old man of yours? That’s great. Let’s continue our conversation from last time tonight.” He said with a lewd, malicious smile.

I really shouldn’t have made up a story about sleeping with a female model just to brush them off last time… I quickly gave him a vague laugh and slipped away to the reception hall to get my room card. This cruise ship was really huge — it took nearly ten minutes to walk from the lobby to my room. After putting down my luggage, I decided to take my camera and wander around. To avoid some “demons and ghosts,” I deliberately chose less crowded areas. This decision turned out to be correct — I didn’t run into those annoying people. Instead, in a quiet corner, I found a sturdy crewman with a bowl-cut hairstyle organizing the ship’s safety equipment.

The ropes seemed tangled, and he was struggling to untie them. I immediately walked over and offered, “Need a hand?”

“It’s okay, sir. I can handle it.” He looked nervous the moment he saw me squat down.

“No problem. It’ll be faster if we do it together.” I smiled and reached out to help. The moment my finger touched what seemed to be a button on the safety device, a powerful jet of water suddenly shot out, drenching the crewman from head to toe.

I was startled and quickly grabbed the nearby towel, frantically wiping the water off his face while apologizing, “Sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry! You were just trying to help. I’ll just change my clothes.” He laughed awkwardly. Even though he was completely soaked, his white sailor uniform clung tightly to his skin, almost transparent, making him look practically naked in front of me — only a white jockstrap barely covering his important parts. When he tried to stand up, he accidentally tripped. Luckily, I quickly reached out and caught him, causing him to fall straight into my arms. As a result, my clothes also got wet.

“Thank you… I’m really sorry. I’m always so clumsy and even got your clothes wet.” He blushed and apologized awkwardly. “Would you like to come to my room to dry off? It’s the first door after the corner.”

How could I refuse such a heaven-sent opportunity? I took my camera and followed him toward the crew living area.

As soon as we entered, he immediately took out a hairdryer, plugged it in, and handed it to me. Then he began stripping off his wet clothes. While drying my hair, I admired his physique — clear, powerful muscle lines, thick arms, and sculpted pecs, all radiating strength and charm.

“What’s your name?” I asked casually while secretly scanning him up and down with my eyes. At the same time, I noticed his gaze frequently wandering over my body. So I deliberately unbuttoned my soaked white shirt one by one, pretending to dry the inside with the hairdryer as well.

“You can just call me Madolf.” He stood there in only his white jockstrap, wiping his neat bowl-cut with a large towel. Even then, he kept stealing glances at my body through the towel gaps. The restless beast in his jockstrap gradually woke up, slowly tenting the white fabric.

Seeing such an honest physical reaction, I undid my belt… unbuttoned my pants… and then unzipped them in slow, movie-like motion, aiming the hairdryer at my crotch. Watching Madolf’s unwavering stare, my own little brother inside my underwear couldn’t help but gradually swell.

“Madolf, I think this hairdryer is acting weird. Can you help me dry this part?” I pulled out my twitching cock from my pants and asked deliberately.

“Of course.” He chuckled softly with a relaxed expression. He immediately bent down and knelt in front of me to service me. Only then did I have the chance to examine Madolf closely. Although he had a rough bowl-cut, he had a pair of innocent eyes — he looked like he was only in his early twenties.

Madolf’s flexible tongue kept wrapping around my glans, occasionally looking up at me with those innocent puppy-dog eyes, as if inviting me to enjoy the sight of him gripping my thick cock with his strong arms and savoring it.

“Tastes good?” Seeing him so enthusiastic, I couldn’t help stroking his head and asking.

“Mmm! So big… so delicious… I especially like sucking thick cocks.” He answered sincerely while stroking the nearly 20 cm cock in his hands. His honest reply made me laugh out loud. What an adorable kid.

While gently fucking this little sailor’s mouth, I admired how his handsome face was slightly deformed by my thrusts. Although young, his oral skills were impressive — his throat felt like a fleshlight as he repeatedly took half my length deep inside. Seeing him so focused and devoted, I couldn’t wait to see what a slutty mess he would become once I started pounding him hard.

“Sir, would you like to try steering?” He suddenly stood up and asked with a smile. At first I didn’t understand what he meant, but when he turned around and presented his round, firm ass to me, I immediately got it.

From behind, I kept rubbing my cock against his hole through the white jockstrap, making him let out soft, continuous moans. The hazy look he gave me when he turned his head made the beast inside me roar.

“Would you like to come work for me, little sailor?” I leaned down, pressed against his back, and whispered in his ear while kneading his impressively built arms and pecs from long hours of ship work.

“Really? But once I’m off the ship, I don’t have much use… or can I be your lover?” He turned his face with some excitement and lewdly licked my cheek.

“I have a private yacht. You can manage it for me, and you’ll have to accompany me doing all kinds of fun things on board, for example…” Before I finished speaking, I tore his jockstrap open forcefully. The white snug triangle instantly became a sporty backless style. I took out the hidden lube from my pants pocket, applied it to my cock, and gently pushed it into the hungry hole in front of me.

As usual, Madolf frowned deeply in pain at the beginning. I hugged him tightly from behind and started moving slowly, one hand stroking his cock, the other teasing his nipples, whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry, it’ll feel really good soon.”

“Mmm!” He let out a soft moan in response, while using both hands to lightly twist his own large nipples. As time passed, I thrust deeper and deeper. When my entire cock was finally buried inside his hole, his expression had turned completely dazed. Looking at himself in the cabin mirror, he slowly said, “So full… feels so good…”

I smiled at him, silently imagining what he would become in a moment. I gradually increased my thrusting speed. The nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm was perfect for developing a body like his that still needed time to adapt. Every deep thrust made him frown and let out a soft gasp, but before long, the pain was replaced by the intense pleasure of his G-spot being rubbed. His originally restrained moans were soon overtaken by continuous lewd cries.

“So full! Feels so… ah~!” Before he could finish, I sped up. The sudden surge of stimulation left Madolf unable to speak clearly.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes!” Hearing such a cute reply, I grabbed his head and pulled it back, pounding his hole fiercely. In the mirror, he watched his own pecs bounce wildly as he moaned like he was in heat, frantically rubbing his own well-sculpted muscular body.

“So? What’s your answer?” I pulled him back into my arms and asked softly, but my lower body kept slamming into him hard. At this point, Madolf had completely lost the ability to think — he had become a captive of the cock inside his hole.

“Yes! Boss, h-hire me! I want to be… fucked by Boss… every day. Oh! God!” He answered shamelessly and brokenly. Hearing that, I fucked him even harder. My thick cock completely filled his hole. Every thrust rubbed perfectly against his G-spot, making his prostate fluid leak nonstop from the tip, soaking the white jockstrap that had just dried.

“Fuck! So good! Fuck~!” Madolf moaned uncontrollably, losing all reason, and tried to stroke the treasure between his legs. Of course I didn’t allow it. I wanted him to fully experience the taste of being fucked to orgasm. Once he remembered this heavenly feeling, he would shamelessly crave only a man’s cock to pound him hard from then on — that was the perfect employee I wanted.

I pulled his hands behind his back, forcing his upper body to arch beautifully.

“The big ship is about to set sail! Sailor.” I joked, and placed the sailor hat from the nearby table on his head.

“Yes…! Ah! Fuck! Fuck~!” Although Madolf was already completely lost from my fucking, he still tried to respond. But this time, he only managed half a sentence before I fucked him to orgasm. He moaned wildly as thick white cum shot all over his white jockstrap.

Having just experienced his first hands-free climax, he weakly supported himself on the table, panting heavily. He turned his head to look at me, wanting to give me a passionate kiss. But I wasn’t satisfied yet. I removed his cum-soaked jockstrap, made him clean it with his tongue, then had him spit the cum in his mouth onto my cock. After that, I took him to the balcony, had him hold the railing with both hands and step onto the iron bars. This position made his firm perky ass stick out perfectly, as if always ready to welcome a big cock.

“Little sailor, let’s see what else we can develop in you.” I once again pushed my cum-covered thick cock into Madolf’s hole. The moment he felt his ass filled again and his G-spot continuously stimulated, his moans started playing once more — so loud that I was a little worried the people next door might come out to enjoy a free live sex show. His firm ass seemed even hungrier than before, as if trying to suck my big cock in tightly and never let it go.

“Yes, Boss! Fuck me, fuck me hard!” Madolf kept moaning lewdly. His whole body slammed against the railing with my thrusts, making loud clanging sounds that mixed with the waves of the blue Mediterranean Sea. Looking down at yet another muscular stud submitting to my cock — this must be what true life pleasure feels like.

I closed my eyes, pounding the stud beneath me fiercely while carefully listening to this wonderful symphony of sex.

“Do you still like this whole trip? How about I fuck you like this every day until we dock?” I said while holding his smooth, perky ass and pouring out dirty talk.

“Yes! Boss, please enjoy my hole fully before we dock.” He kept moaning and lewdly begging me. Seeing him so completely submissive, I began accelerating my thrusts even more. In the middle of it, Madolf couldn’t withstand the repeated G-spot stimulation and reached another hands-free orgasm, shooting ropes of cum into the sea.

“Good. Then until we dock, you’ll be my personal cum dump! Fuck!” I shouted a crude word and thrust my hips hard, pumping all my thick, musky load deep into his hole.

After that, I continued fucking Madolf for another half hour. When it was over, I made him put back on the remnants of his white jockstrap — now soaked with cum and sweat and almost transparent. He sat on the balcony lounge chair, one leg on the railing and the other on the armrest, his slightly gaping hole — stretched by my cock — facing the room with no cover. Against the backdrop of his sweat-covered muscular body and the Mediterranean scenery, the scene was poetic and picturesque.

I scooped out the fresh cum from inside his hole with my fingers and smeared it on Madolf’s lips. He gently licked it, then gave me a cute but tired smile and said, “Boss’s taste… is like the sea.”

I picked up my camera to capture this beautiful moment, then quickly tidied myself up, left him resting alone in the room, and headed to the conference hall for the gathering.

Boss’s Note Madolf, sailor, bowl-cut hairstyle, early 20s, thick arms and pecs, 17cm cock. Excellent oral skills, hole still being developed. Rating: 8.5/10, new sailor-series favorite.

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