In high school, Kyle was known as the quiet, serious type—a guy often lost in thought and keeping to himself. But beneath his calm exterior, he hid a secret obsession. Every spare cent he earned went toward visits to “Stress-Free Massage,” a discreet spot just steps away from Pari-an, where he indulged in his guilty pleasure: regular sessions of lingam massage. This place is just a few steps across Pari-an. One day he went in and he wasn’t questioned because of his built. He is a tall guy, so it’s not so obvious that he is still a teenager.
He finished the massage with blowjob and went home. He went again the next day, looking for the same therapist.
This time, Kyle found himself with more time to chat with her. Their conversation flowed easily. Despite the age difference—she looked much older than him—Kyle was captivated. They connected over topics that surprised him: life, relationships, sex, and everything in between. For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he felt completely at ease, diving into conversations he never thought he’d have.
This allowed Kyle to talk about a girl who broke his heart. Kyle told the therapist that he is in love with this girl and he promised that they will meet as soon as she returns from her studies abroad. The therapist asked, “Studies? What year is she?” Kyle said “High school! Just like me.” At this time, the therapist was taken aback upon realizing that a high school student was receiving lingam services. She wondered whether she should report Kyle’s situation to management.
But she knew what to do and simply took off her top and bra. She started rubbing Kyle’s shoulders, then his back. Kyle let out a soft moan. She continued stroking Kyle’s body from his stomach to his legs. Then, she went down to his calves and feet.
Then she rubbed his thighs while unbuttoning his pants. “Do you want to know a secret?” she said. “What?” Kyle asked.
The therapist reached up, carefully removed her wig, and wiped away her heavy makeup, revealing a younger, fresher face. “I’m in high school too,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his.
Kyle laughed and said, “Oh no!” She smiled and replied, “Yes I am, please don’t tell anyone.”
“What school do you go to?” Kyle said.
“San Jose!” she said. Kyle let out a sigh. “Damn. I go to San Jose too.”
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