Just went to Ximen for a massage. The therapist was my type, and I was his type. The massage itself was more or less the same as usual, but maybe because of mutual attraction we became more forward. At first he was shy and dodged, but by the end he was willing to let me take a peek. But....... it would have been better not to look; once I did, the tragedy began to unfold.

It had become erect, the foreskin was too long and the glans didn't show, and worse... the urinary opening hadn't been cleaned properly—there were white flaky bits of skin. I thought I'd make it quick, but—damn—there was a smell, the smell of being unwashed (possibly comparable to a dead mouse). In an instant, in that single glance, I wanted to end it and escape the awkward scene. The shadow of that smell together with the grime already frightened me...........................

Can you promise me When we part, don't look back at me Let me understand that the hand that held you After letting go can wipe away tears and wave goodbye to you
Don't rush to promise me If you're sad, don't say it now Just enjoy the peaceful tenderness
Don't make me endure the penis I once touched~~~~~~