This year, the wind field of the 18th powerful typhoon “樺加沙” is affecting southern Taiwan's land and the southeast,

and the southern offshore waters; even the north, far from the typhoon’s center, must guard against the strong winds and heavy rain swept in by the typhoon circulation.

Staying at home, I watched the sky darken outside the window; occasional scattered showers drifted through the air,

and every corner of the streets hid a cold, ominous wind filled with a killing chill.



The extreme stillness of the space seemed to make room for everything, as if preparing to absorb the coming gale and storm.

On a night with that kind of quiet desolation, I always felt like something was missing inside me.

Until a customer made a booking on LINE — a rare bit of business coming my way.

I wanted to seize every opportunity to make money, so taking advantage of the calm before the storm,

I still had to work hard to catch it.



I rode my scooter; the breeze and fine rain brought a slight chill to the early-autumn air that still carried the last heat of summer.

When I arrived at the Palais de Chine Hotel, because the hotel is located downtown and close to transport hubs,

parking was inconvenient, so I left the bike on the street outside the hotel. At that moment a heavy rain began to fall,

and I ran up, dripping wet; my clothes were already soaked with rain and sweat.



The guest opened the door and looked at my bedraggled state. “You didn’t bring an umbrella? Go take a shower quickly, don’t catch a cold!”

Each of his words struck my heart and drew my thoughts along with them.

At that moment my heart was a mess; I needed some air.

"Mm! Thank you!" Suddenly I felt like a wounded little animal, desperately needing someone’s care and affection.

Especially that youthful yet handsome face — it tugged at my heart.



After I calmly finished my shower, I sat quietly in a corner of the room and let time pass while he rinsed and cleaned himself.

This customer, with thick brows, big eyes, a smiling face, a tall, well-built figure and good looks,

looked to be only in his twenties; two deep dimples turned his cheeks,

and he gave off an extraordinary air of youth and vitality.

Such a young client was rare, so he felt both fresh and novel.



When he finished his shower and stepped out of the bathroom with a composed expression, his naked body was fully revealed.

Facing humanity’s most primitive release and return to nature, he displayed a firm, muscular, enviable physique.

A boyish face, deep, soulful, puppy-like eyes, and the contrast of “slim when clothed, muscular when unclothed” —

for me it was a surprise.

He possessed advantages I couldn’t match: health, youth, vitality —

almost a naked provocation and display.



This instinctual sensory temptation made my heart flutter; I was embarrassed to look away.

He leaned closer to my face and gazed into my eyes, bringing me back to the present.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, and I didn't know how to answer.

"You're blushing! Were you thinking something naughty just now?" That made me feel even more ashamed.

"Thanks for your trouble!" he said, looking at me from the heart.

In an instant, his hands easily removed the towel; the most tempting symbol of masculinity in history —

equally powerful and nearly suffocating. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming.



He spread out in a starfish position, completely relaxed and limp on the bed, waiting for me to massage him to relieve stress and help him sleep.

I began with massage techniques to mobilize each joint and muscle; his muscles were so tight

that he kept making sounds under my touch.

Seeing his reactions, I changed to some new techniques and eased up on the pressure,

soothing his tension and letting the muscles relax.



Then I took a bottle of strongly floral pure plant oil from my bag — like pouring a savory sauce over a 7‑11 hamburger — and dripped the oil onto his back, massaging step by step from top to bottom.

The elastic feel of my hands, with every knead of the skin and every touch,

brought him waves of tingling, electric-like pleasure,

and the rapid, heavy breathing abruptly stopped.

The large room fell silent; not a sound could be heard, and an alien quiet gradually seeped into the air.

Suddenly the surrounding air seemed to cool instantly, even chill to the point of shivering, producing the feeling of a calm lake surface that hides stormy waves beneath.



I gently patted his round, firm buttocks to signal him to turn over.

Broad shoulders, solid pectorals, thick arms, blocky abs —

I had to admit his body was truly beautiful.

My eyes then drifted down toward the dense, furry triangle below.

Although it wasn't erect, its shape and proportions were just right.

I suddenly felt like some kind of voyeur pervert.



Perhaps from the full-body relaxation after the massage, my body and mind were completely released and freed of fatigue,

and turning him over brought another state of mind.

As I kneaded and tightened muscles with my palms and the back ache eased,

I moved down to his waist and began to switch to a different kind of "sensual massage."

By "sensual massage" I mean kneading and stroking in a smooth, intimate, rhythmic way,

eliciting a slightly ticklish and special erotic sensation.

This method relaxes muscles in various areas and brings heightened sensitivity and vitality to the skin,

so after I worked hard to try different styles, I gained favor among clients who like gay massage.



Continuous waves of intimate contact made the skin feel like it was dancing with joy.

When my hand slowly and steadily glided over his round, balloon-like, full buttocks,

the emotion felt by that area flared like a torch in the dark night, seeming to grow more intense.

My hands stroked the inner thigh muscles gently; at that small movement I heard him involuntarily escape a sound from his throat,

a soft, soft call that spread into my ears, my mind, and the depths of my heart…



Such seemingly insignificant small movements — once begun, who knows what will happen next?

In the dizzying height of desire, I felt a hot current continuously flowing through his whole body,

as if all his blood were boiling, rising from below and racing through him, as if spellbound,

seeping into every pore and matching the increasingly rapid heartbeat.

His uncircumcised, large penis had become engorged with blood, growing harder and thicker,

so large that the glans was fully exposed, veins wrapping and spreading toward the crown, which shone a bright red.

Everything that had seemed ordinary suddenly became special.



With his face and cheeks flushing hot, he reached a state of lewdness and slowly approached climax.

"Ugh…" he howled loudly like a madman; veins on his penis bulged dramatically, his thick, long penis,

rock-solid and one hundred percent erect, and his two testicles swelled into round sacs, even more sexy and tempting.

Young people, driven by youthful vigor, feel intense sexual impulses that produce itching in the chest,

and he felt warmth even at the tips of his toes; his legs tightened, he lifted his head and half-closed his eyes.



Suddenly his body writhed uncontrollably, his muscles trembled,

and an electrifying heat surged from his penis along the anus, tailbone and spine, rapidly shooting upward.

A violent lightning strike flashed through his mind and his body convulsed.

As the old accumulated waste was expelled from his body, the satisfied expression on his face showed that

an indescribable sense of relief had already covered the discomfort of bodily aches.



A barren jungle and a cool breeze… gradually turned into a warm spring,

and I felt a strong sense of accomplishment with a trace of pleasure rising in my heart…

Whenever a client fully releases during a "basic massage," even the most ordinary job

brings me a great sense of achievement — another form of joy.