Young man with autism accidentally goes to a happy ending massage parlor. The girls there take a liking to him as he is young and handsome. They know what makes men feel good and give him top tier service.
Chapter 1: The First Awakening
Alex Thompson was 18, a quiet, introspective young man whose autism made the world feel like an overwhelming barrage of sensations and unspoken rules. Social interactions exhausted him, leaving him drained and anxious, and anything beyond his solitary routine of coding and video games felt like stepping into a minefield. He’d never been intimate with anyone—his experiences limited to awkward, self-conscious masturbation sessions in the privacy of his room, where he’d stroke himself tentatively, building to a quick release that left him feeling empty rather than satisfied. Lately, though, a persistent backache from hours hunched over his computer had pushed him to seek help. After reading online reviews, he chose Lotus Blossom Spa, an Asian massage parlor praised for its skilled therapists. He told himself it was just for the pain, nothing more.
The parlor was tucked in a modest strip mall, its entrance subtle with a glowing lotus sign. Alex’s heart raced as he stepped inside, the air thick with jasmine incense and soft flute music. Behind the counter was Mei, a beautiful Vietnamese woman in her mid-20s, her petite frame wrapped in a tiny red silk dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering and barely covering her thighs. Her warm smile eased his nerves slightly. “Hello, first time? I’m Mei. What can I help with?”
“My back… it hurts,” Alex mumbled, avoiding her eyes, his hands fidgeting.
Mei led him to a dimly lit room, the atmosphere calming with candlelight and a padded table. “Undress and lie face down. Sheet for cover if you want.” Alone, Alex stripped, his skinny but very toned body trembling with vulnerability. He was lean from daily runs to clear his mind, muscles defined under pale skin—abs subtly etched, arms wiry and strong. His thick 8-inch cock hung soft between his legs, heavy even at rest. Unsure what to do with it as he lay down, he pointed it downward along his thigh before pulling the sheet over his lower half, his mind racing with what-ifs.
Mei returned, pouring warm oil on his back. Her small hands kneaded his shoulders, thumbs digging into knots with firm, circular motions that sent ripples of relief through his taut muscles. The pressure was deep and insistent, unraveling the tightness like pulling threads from a tangled knot, warmth spreading from his spine outward. Alex sighed as the pain began to fade, a wave of relief washing over him. Internally, he felt his body unwind, muscles loosening like taut strings finally released. “You’re so handsome and strong,” Mei murmured appreciatively as her hands glided over his toned back, her only compliment of the session, making his cheeks flush with unexpected warmth.
Her touch moved lower, rhythmic and firm, until she reached his waist. Slowly, teasingly, she tugged the sheet down inch by inch, the fabric whispering against his skin as it revealed his bare ass cheeks to the cool air. Alex tensed, breath catching—embarrassment flooded him, but curiosity sparked. No one had ever seen him like this. She spread warm oil over his cheeks, squeezing gently at first, then more firmly, her palms molding the firm flesh, kneading in slow, deep circles that sent subtle vibrations through his core. The sensations were vivid: a building heat in his glutes, muscles yielding and relaxing under her expert pressure, tingles awakening from the friction. As she rubbed, his cock began to stir, growing slowly down his thigh, thickening against his leg until it was fully hard, the shaft pulsing with each heartbeat, trapped and aching.
She didn’t stop there. Her fingers grazed the cleft between his cheeks, then focused directly on his asshole—rubbing the puckered ring with oiled precision, circling slowly at first, then pressing lightly, the pad of her finger tracing the sensitive skin in deliberate patterns. Electric jolts ignited deep inside him, radiating outward like sparks along a wire, making his entire body hum with unfamiliar pleasure. His toes curled, breaths quickening into soft whimpers. Then, she reached underneath, her fingernail lightly running along his hard shaft— a feather-soft scratch from base to tip that sent shivers racing up his spine. “You have such a nice cock,” she whispered. Alex could only moan in response, a deep, involuntary sound, his entire body tingling and euphoric, waves of bliss cascading through him, mind foggy with sensation.
She continued edging him masterfully, her hand wrapping loosely around his cock for slow, teasing strokes, building him to the brink—his balls tightening, breath hitching—only to slow down just in time, knowing exactly when to ease off, prolonging the exquisite torture for what felt like an eternity. His body trembled, every nerve on fire, the buildup making his moans grow louder, more desperate.
Finally, she leaned close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered gently, “Turn over for me.” Alex flipped, his thick 8-inch erection springing free, rigid and veiny, pre-cum glistening at the tip. He didn’t cover himself at all this time, nerves making his heart pound like a drum in his chest, vulnerability crashing over him. Mei’s eyes widened slightly, but she left it exposed, starting with his scalp—fingers massaging gently, easing his mind. Then chest, thumbs circling nipples until they hardened, sending shivers downward over his toned pecs. Stomach next, presses inching lower but stopping short, her hands appreciating the ridges of his abs. His cock throbbed in the air, aching.
Finally, she oiled her hand and traced his shaft lightly, fingers dancing over veins. He moaned, hips lifting. She moved to his balls, massaging slowly, rolling them, then running nails lightly over the skin—scratching gently, making his legs quiver and whimpers escape. Only then did she stroke his cock—slow, deliberate, twisting at the head. Pressure built agonizingly, his body trembling, until he erupted, cum splattering his stomach, milked drop by drop.
Mei cleaned him tenderly. Alex tipped her $40, mumbling thanks, and left dazed. Shame hit hard later—he’d moaned like that? But the memory lingered, pulling him back.
Chapter 2: Deeper Surrender
The back pain returned within days, or perhaps it was the excuse Alex needed. The shame from his first visit had morphed into a restless craving, replaying the tingles in his mind during quiet moments. He booked again, specifying Mei, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. He couldn’t stop thinking about her petite form, the way her silk dress hugged her small breasts and narrow hips—he felt drawn to her gentle confidence, her beauty making his stomach flutter in a way no one else had.
Mei greeted him with a knowing smile, her red silk dress as alluring as before. “Alex! Back already? Happy to see you.” In the room, he undressed quicker, revealing his toned physique. This time, he left the sheet on the ground entirely, getting on the table naked, his thick cock already semi-hard from anticipation as he lay face down, vulnerability mixing with excitement.
Her hands started familiarly on his back, easing knots with deep, penetrating presses that vibrated through his muscles, the oil slick and warm, sensations blooming like heat from a fire. With no sheet to remove, she transitioned seamlessly to his ass cheeks, kneading them firmly, palms grinding in slow, hypnotic circles, the pressure building a deep ache that dissolved into pleasure, tingles spreading to his lower back and thighs.
Emboldened, Alex folded his knees under him, sticking his butt up high, exposing himself fully—his thick cock hanging heavy beneath, already semi-hard from the teasing. “Yes… really good,” he breathed when she asked if it felt good, voice shaky. Internally, vulnerability hit him—this position felt so submissive, his toned legs trembling slightly—but the exposure heightened everything, making his skin hypersensitive. Mei cooed approvingly, her finger now pressing firmer on his asshole, rubbing directly with increasing intensity—circling the ring tightly, then pushing a little more, the tip dipping shallowly inside, oiled and slick, stretching the tight muscle just enough to send explosive shockwaves through his prostate. The sensation was vivid: a burning stretch melting into electric bliss, radiating in pulses that made his balls tighten and his cock throb harder.
As he held the pose, her free hand reached underneath, teasing his cock and balls—light grazes on the shaft, nails scratching softly over his sac, alternating with firmer squeezes that made his body jolt. “You like this?” she whispered, her finger pushing a bit deeper, curling to massage his inner walls. He moaned loudly, the sounds high-pitched and uncontrolled, like a girl getting fucked—desperate, affirming whimpers of “Mmm-hmm” escaping between gasps. His body responded with tremors, ass clenching around her finger, cock pulsing in her grip, the dual stimulation making his abs tighten and his toes curl. Pleasure built intensely, far beyond his solo sessions—waves crashing from his ass to his balls, tightening everything, his mind blanking with raw ecstasy.
She took her time: light strokes on his cock, nails grazing his balls intermittently, while her finger probed rhythmically. When he came, it was harder than ever: body convulsing, cum shooting in powerful spurts onto the table, milked by her dual assault until he collapsed, whimpering, spent and shaking.
After, cleaning up, Alex felt a flush of deep embarrassment. He’d moaned like that? Liked her finger in his ass so much? It was overwhelming, shameful, yet the way she looked at him made him feel seen. He tipped $40 quietly and left, vowing not to return—but knowing he would.
Chapter 3: Bare Intimacy
By now, the spa had become a secret obsession for Alex, a place where his anxieties melted under skilled hands, and his body—skinny yet toned from his ritualistic evening runs—responded in ways that both thrilled and terrified him. The shame lingered, but so did the pull of discovery. For his third visit, he requested someone new, his pulse quickening at the unknown. Lina answered the door—a stunning Thai woman in her late 20s, tall with endless legs that seemed to go on forever, her green silk dress clinging to her athletic build, accentuating her perky C-cup breasts and the subtle curve of her hips. Her playful grin and long, wavy hair made her seem approachable yet intoxicating; Alex felt an immediate attraction, his eyes drawn to the way the silk shifted over her skin, imagining what lay beneath.
“Hi, Alex! I’m Lina. Mei says you’re a sweetheart. Come on in—let’s make you feel amazing.” Her voice was light and teasing, putting him at ease as she led him to the room. He undressed, his toned muscles flexing slightly, leaving the sheet on the ground and lying face down naked, his cock twitching slightly against the table.
Lina started with his back, her long fingers working deep into his knots with sweeping glides and pinpoint pressure, the oil warming his skin, sensations unfurling like petals opening, deep relief mingling with subtle arousal. The heat built gradually, muscles quivering under her touch.
With no sheet, she oiled his ass cheeks directly, kneading firmly in broad strokes that sent vibrations deep into his core, then lightened her touch, circling his hole with feathery strokes that ignited sparks along his nerves. Tingles erupted, his body arching slightly as he whimpered. “That feel nice?” she asked. “Y-yes… so good,” he replied, lifting his ass, pointing his thickening cock downward along his thigh. Her fingers grazed it during thigh work—brief, electric brushes that made him moan, his 8-inch shaft swelling rapidly to full hardness, veiny and rigid. But Lina had a surprise: she slipped off her dress, revealing her naked body—smooth, toned olive skin glowing in the candlelight, perky C-cups with dark, erect nipples, a flat stomach leading to shaved, glistening pussy lips. “This way, I can rub you better,” she explained, pouring oil over herself.
She climbed onto the table, straddling his legs, and began rubbing her oiled body against him—her breasts dragging along his back with silky pressure, nipples tracing fiery paths over his toned muscles like hard points of heat, her pussy lips brushing his ass cheeks as she slid up and down, the wet slickness leaving trails of warmth. The sensations were intense: her skin so soft and warm, like velvet heated by the sun, every contact turning him on immensely, his cock throbbing painfully beneath him, mind flooded with desire for her lithe form.
“Turn over,” she whispered after teasing his ass and grazing his balls and cock more boldly, her naked form adding a layer of intimacy that made his heart race. On the flip, his thick cock stood proud, and she went right at it—her hand wrapping around the base immediately, stroking slowly at first, appreciating the girth. “Do you like it?” Alex asked breathlessly, nerves tingling. She smiled at him, eyes sparkling. “I like it a lot! So thick and perfect.” Her words fueled him, and she jerked vigorously now—firm, rapid pumps that built him fast, twisting at the head, thumbing the slit. He came hard, ropes splattering high—all over his own face in hot, sticky bursts that shocked him, landing on his cheeks and lips. The second orgasm followed quickly under her relentless strokes, even more cum arcing up.
Gently, Lina helped wipe it up with a warm towel, her touch tender as she cleaned his face, soothing the embarrassment. Then, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips—soft, lingering, her tongue brushing his briefly, sending a final shiver through him. Exhausted, he tipped $40, left with a heady mix of shame and exhilaration, her naked form etched in his mind.
Chapter 4: Exploration and Ecstasy
Alex’s fourth visit came after a restless week, his mind replaying Lina’s body rub, but craving something deeper—connection, perhaps. His toned frame felt more alive now, sensitive to every breeze, and his thick cock hardened at the mere thought of the spa. He was assigned Sora, a curvy Japanese woman in her early 30s, her blue silk dress hugging her voluptuous figure—full hips, a soft yet toned waist, and generous D-cup breasts that strained the fabric. Her kind eyes and full lips radiated warmth; Alex was instantly attracted, drawn to her maternal yet sensual aura, the way her curves promised softness and strength.
“Hello, Alex. I’m Sora—want a table shower first? It’ll relax you even more.” Her voice was soothing, like honey, and he nodded eagerly. In the shower room, he lay on the waterproof table as warm water cascaded over him. Sora soaped him head to toe—gentle scrubs on his chest and abs, lingering on his thighs, her hands gliding over his hardening cock with teasing strokes. “You’re so cute laying there hard like that,” she said with a wink, making him blush. When finished, she leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock softly, a quick peck that sent a jolt through him, before leading him to the massage room.
There, leaving the sheet on the ground, he lay naked face down. She began uniquely: incorporating hot stones along his back, placing them on his defined muscles to melt tension with penetrating heat, her hands following with deep, rolling presses that vibrated through his core, sensations like molten lava spreading relief and arousal. With no sheet, she teased his ass differently—using a soft feather alongside her fingers, alternating light tickles on his hole with oiled grazes that built unbearable anticipation, the feather’s whisper-light brushes contrasting the finger’s firm circles, making his nerves dance. He whimpered, lifting his ass, “Feels incredible…” His cock thickened quickly, pointed down, her thigh massages including deliberate, lingering brushes on the shaft that made him moan and thrust subtly.
On the flip, his 8-inch erection throbbed, and Sora smiled appreciatively. She massaged his upper body slowly—scalp with acupressure points that tingled his scalp, chest with oil glides over his nipples, stomach tracing his abs—leaving him desperate. Her handjob was languid: light touches on his cock, then extended ball play, nails raking softly until he was a whimpering mess, body arching. He came in powerful spurts, but Sora wasn’t done. “Now, want to massage me? Explore.” She stripped naked, revealing her curvy form—soft, full breasts with rosy nipples, a neatly trimmed pussy already glistening. She lay face down, and Alex’s hands explored freely for the first time, like a guy discovering a woman’s body anew: he started tentatively at her shoulders, oiling the smooth skin, feeling the warmth and subtle give under his palms, tracing the curve of her spine with wide-eyed wonder, marveling at how her muscles shifted. His fingers trembled as he moved lower, kneading her lower back, then—heart pounding—her ass cheeks: squeezing the plump, soft flesh, parting them gently to explore the cleft, running a finger along the sensitive skin between, feeling the heat radiating from her core. It was mesmerizing—the way her body responded with subtle arches, the softness of her curves unlike anything he’d touched, turning him on profoundly, his cock hardening again as he lingered, circling her asshole lightly, just as she’d done to him, eliciting soft moans that encouraged him.
She flipped, and he continued his exploration: starting at her neck, tracing collarbones, then her breasts—cupping the full D-cups for the first time, feeling their weight and softness, how they molded to his hands like warm dough, thumbs brushing the nipples until they pebbled hard, sending shivers through her and a rush through him. He was in awe, exploring every inch—the texture of her areolas, the firmness beneath the softness. Down her stomach, fingers dipping into her navel, then her hips, thighs—inner thighs parting slightly, revealing more. “Rub my clit,” she instructed softly, showing circles with his finger. As he did, she held his cock in her free hand, squeezing rhythmically. He followed, tracing her pussy lips first—velvety soft, slick with arousal, parting them to feel the inner warmth, his fingers slipping over the folds in fascination, discovering the nub of her clit, rubbing gently at first, then with varying pressure as she guided. Watching her body respond—hips grinding, breaths quickening, her wet folds slick and hot under his touch—he felt like an explorer in uncharted territory, every reaction teaching him, his own arousal spiking from the intimacy. She came once, body writhing in waves, pussy pulsing around his probing fingers, her grip on his cock tightening deliciously. He continued, inserting a finger deeper now, feeling the tight, wet walls clench, curling it experimentally to hit spots that made her gasp, varying speed until she came a second time—harder, moans turning to cries, waves crashing through her, juices coating his hand.
After, she turned her head toward him as he stood by the table, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, tongue swirling the head, bobbing deeply with vigorous suction that made his knees weaken. He came so hard he got light-headed, vision blurring as thick spurts filled her mouth; she sucked every drop vigorously, swallowing with a satisfied hum. He tipped $40, leaving with a sense of growth, her guidance lingering like a warm embrace.
Chapter 5: Overwhelming Bliss
For his fifth visit, Alex returned to Mei, his first therapist, feeling a nostalgic pull toward her petite beauty—the way her red silk dress accentuated her lithe form, her small breasts perky and inviting. But she had a surprise: “Today, double treat—Lina’s joining for a four-hand massage. You’ll love it.” Lina entered, her tall, leggy figure in green silk, her playful energy complementing Mei’s gentleness. Alex’s attraction to both was intense: Mei’s delicate features and Lina’s athletic grace made his toned body hum with anticipation. He undressed fully, leaving the sheet on the ground, lying naked face down as they both stripped naked with him, their bodies—Mei’s petite and smooth, with small, firm breasts and a shaved pussy; Lina’s toned and curvy, with perky C-cups and long, smooth legs—pressing against his from the start.
The massage began as a symphony of touches: four hands roaming his back in harmony, Mei’s precise, deep kneads unraveling knots in his shoulders with firm thumbs that sent waves of relief rippling down his spine, while Lina’s lighter, sweeping glides along his sides teased the edges of his muscles, oil warming everything into a slick, sensual haze. But with their naked forms, it escalated quickly—they rubbed their bodies fully against him, Mei’s soft, warm skin sliding along his lower back, her small nipples tracing lines like electric points, her pussy lips brushing his ass cheeks intermittently as she positioned herself. Lina straddled his thighs, her taller frame allowing her breasts to drag across his upper back, the softness of her skin—velvety and heated—turning him on immensely, every glide building arousal, his cock hardening beneath him. Whispers filled his ears: Mei leaning close, her breath hot as she murmured, “You want us to touch you everywhere, don’t you? Beg for it.” Lina adding seductively, “Tell us how much you need our fingers in your ass, our hands on that big cock.” The teasing words made him squirm, his voice breaking as he begged softly, “Please… finger my ass… touch my cock… I need it.”
As they worked lower, they proposed brushing their pussies against his hands—positioning themselves so his palms, extended slightly, felt the softness of their folds: Mei’s tight, warm lips grazing his fingers first, slick and velvety, leaving a trail of wetness that made him gasp, the intimate contact sending jolts through him; then Lina’s, fuller and equally soft, pressing more boldly, her arousal evident in the heat and slipperiness. He felt their softness vividly—the plush, yielding texture, like silk soaked in honey, turning him on even more, his mind reeling from the dual sensations as they continued massaging.
Focusing on his ass, Mei circled his hole with probing fingers, dipping shallowly to stretch and tease the ring, while Lina grazed his balls and cock with light, nail-tracing touches as he lifted high, moaning uncontrollably like a sissy—high, whiny sounds filling the room, his body trembling from the overload. They took turns licking and kissing his inner thighs, adding wet warmth that contrasted the oil, building him higher. The ball play was brief but intense: one sucking gently on his sac, tongue lapping the wrinkled skin, while the other stroked his shaft lightly, but they moved on quickly, not lingering, instead alternating pussy brushes against his hands again, letting him feel their growing wetness, fingers accidentally dipping into their folds as they shifted.
Positioned ass up, knees folded for deeper access: each took a role—one hand from each on his cock, stroking slowly underneath in tandem with varying grips, firm then light, twisting together to create a seamless rhythm that made his shaft pulse wildly. A finger from each probed his ass—shallow thrusts curling inside, stretching the tight muscle with oiled ease, massaging his prostate in synchronized pushes that sent explosive, vibrating waves through his core, the fullness overwhelming, pleasure radiating like fireworks from his ass outward. His moans turned even more sissy-like, desperate and feminine, body writhing as they whispered encouragements: “That’s it, feel us inside you,” Mei purred; “You’re so good taking it,” Lina teased. The sensations layered— the burning stretch in his ass, the electric strokes on his cock, the occasional pussy brush against his dangling hands, feeling their soft, slick lips part slightly under his touch. He came explosively from this, cum pooling beneath in thick spurts, body convulsing as they milked him with continued probes and strokes until he was utterly drained, collapsing in whimpers.
On the flip, they hovered over him, bodies still rubbing—breasts grazing his chest, pussies brushing his thighs now, the softness intoxicating. They took turns sucking him—Mei’s mouth warm and swirling on the head with gentle suction, her tongue flicking the underside; Lina’s deeper throating, taking more of his thick length with vigorous bobs, lips tight around the girth—until his cock was rock hard again, slick with saliva and pre-cum. Then, Mei mounted first: her tight pussy sliding down his length inch by inch, enveloping him in velvet heat that squeezed perfectly, her walls clenching as she rode slow, grinding circles that hit deep spots inside her, her small breasts bouncing slightly. “So big inside me,” she gasped, her hands on his chest for leverage. Lina watched, teasing his balls lightly and brushing her pussy against his hand again, letting his fingers explore her softness, dipping in to feel the wet heat. They switched—Lina’s taller frame allowing deeper bounces, her pussy looser but gripping rhythmically, slamming down with energetic thrusts that made wet sounds echo, her long legs flexing around him.
They alternated short turns, fucking him with varying paces: Mei’s gentle, undulating rocks that built slow burn; Lina’s faster, pounding thrusts that shook the table. Fingers occasionally teased his ass mid-ride, dipping back in to curl against his prostate, amplifying every sensation—the fullness returning, waves merging with the tight heat around his cock. Alex’s hands roamed their bodies freely now—squeezing Mei’s small, firm tits, pinching her nipples until she moaned; cupping Lina’s perky C-cups, feeling them bounce in his palms—his moans constant, body thrusting up clumsily but eagerly, overwhelmed by the dual beauties, their scents mingling with oil and arousal.
They kept going, switching over and over, edging him by slowing when he neared, building him to the edge multiple times with pussy brushes against his free hands, letting him finger them lightly mid-thrust, feeling their softness clench around his digits. Finally, deep inside Lina during her turn, he came again—powerful spurts filling her, waves crashing as she milked him with her inner walls, grinding down to take every drop. Mei kissed him softly during, her lips on his adding to the bliss. Exhausted, euphoric, shame a distant memory, he tipped $80 total, leaving transformed, the duo’s care etching a permanent craving.