My second visit to Senso. I had thought of asking them to send a certain boy to my hotel, but it seemed the probability of an alternate boy being sent or some other sort of screw-up was high, so I walked over to their place of business.

Arrived around 2:20 in the afternoon.

Two managers/mamasans and 4 boys were in the lobby. I sat down and one of the managers brought over the price list while the other was busy screaming about water on the floor apparently left by the cleaner.

The one manager went on about something I didn’t quite follow concerning what was on offer. I’m fairly certain we agreed on 1 ½ hours, jasmine scented oil, which I’m pretty sure he told me was B1200 with B1000 minimum tip.

The four boys stood when I came in, two of them removing their shirts. I was partly using the menu & price discussion as a focus so I could check them out surreptitiously rather than just blatantly staring at them in meat-market-mode. I asked if the four were the only ones who were working that day. I was told yes and then as an afterthought he said three were already upstairs with customers. No way to know for sure, but I never saw or heard anyone else the entire time I was there.

All four of the boys were decidedly acceptable, but none of them elevated my pulse. Since I always have a soft spot for handsome young men who start undressing when they see me, I considered the two shirtless boys and chose the one with the better build and abs. Not Tawan material by any means but he had definite muscle development on arms, chest and shoulders as well as the decent abs.

I made the mistake of asking his name as we were heading up the seemingly endless flights of stairs. Since he was ahead of me his voice projected forward. I think he said Tim or Team or Ting. As the air began to thin and I believe we passed the tree line I commented that this was "gaan-ork-gam-lang-gaai" (physical exercise), which he found amusing and that pretty much ended chit-chat. He seemed to have an easy command of English, but he wasn’t the chatty sort which was fine with me.

I showered alone while he waited and then I lay down on the table while he showered. He was nude throughout and did really have quite a beautiful body. Aside from a nice head of hair and a small but un-tampered-with pubic bush (yes!!) , he was hairless. Ivory coloured skin and “cute” face.

He began work on my right foot and then lower leg, definitely locating some sore spots and working them well. He made sweeping movements up the length of the leg to the buttocks and that included decidedly stimulating contact with the perineum and scrotum. Same with the left leg.

Then he straddled me to work on the butt and back, moving his hips so that his genitals lightly touched me repeatedly. At that point my back & legs were well and truly oiled and he began sliding his whole body up and down my back. He was erect by this time and each time he slid upwards, he made a gentle sighing, groaning sound close to my ear.

When I turned over, he first did my hands & forearms and then repeated the work on the legs, the genitals and eventually doing a full-body, fully erect, sliding up & down.

He initiated some hugging that enabled me to knead his very nice buttocks and back as he continued thrusting & sliding. When he breathed into my ear that he wanted to fuck me, I was reminded that I had told the manager what I wanted … to smoke the boy only … but I hadn’t told him, although at that point I was about ready for anything.

Nonetheless, I got off the table and with him lying there I did some totally unprofessional massaging of my own & concluded with very enjoyable smoking.

After delivering a nice load, there was still about 15 minutes left and he made no move to get up so I lay alongside him, tonguing off any remaining cum, stroking his silky legs & abs and playing with his penis and impossibly soft scrotum. He seemed quite content with that. I was well beyond content.

We showered together at the finish. It was really the first time I was able to see all of him in good light …made all the more delicious-looking because he was glistening from the shower… which I should add included watermelon smelling liquid soap.

When I first arrived I was disappointed that the boys I had hoped to find weren’t working and I was actually toying with the idea of saying I’d come back another time, but I have to say that was one of the best, most sensual … almost affectionate … experiences I’ve ever had with a boy in Thailand in any context.

I know it was orchestrated and by design, but damn when it comes to orchestrations, that rather tentative unassuming boy would make Herbert von Karajan & Seiji Ozawa look like a couple of ukulele pluckers.

He got B2000. I was only charged B 1000 for the massage. I floated back to the hotel.

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