"This is the place?" Jason said, one eye cocked at the hole in the wall establishment before us. If not for the small painted sign marked Massage, we would have thought it nothing but a backdoor in a seedy back alley.

"Yup, 6 Jian She Road." I pointed to the number on the wall.

Eager to escape the sweltering afternoon heat, I pushed open the rickety door.

A bell rang as we entered. Within, we were greeted by the scent of lavender and the sight of a dimly lit reception. A young man, Chinese, sat behind the counter, looked up and gave us a once over.

"Welcome!" He greeted us. "Here for the massage?"

His fluency in English was a pleasant surprise. Guangzhou wasn't exactly the most welcome place for foreigners and was turning out to be quite a poor stopover for our backpacking trip to Hong Kong. We had even gotten the concierge to write us a request for a massage in Chinese just in case.

"Yeah, we are. Our hotel recommended this place." Jason replied.

"Good, good." He smiled, passing us some forms. "Just fill these out, I'll let the masseurs know we have customers."

And with that, he disappeared behind the curtains in the back.

Looking at the form, I couldn't help but notice how strange it was. And judging by our shared looks, Jason had picked up on it too. I had expected a list of options for a massage. Instead, here was a list of questions. Questions that ranged from age (22), to sexual orientation (straight), to health (no medical conditions)...

"Looks like this really is one of those happy ending places, huh?" Jason chuckled as he filled out his form.

"Yeah, must be."

In minutes, the receptionist was back to take our forms. "Thank you, now come with me."

We followed the receptionist to our 'massage rooms', in reality sections of a large room thinly divided by curtains, each one sparsely furnished with a massage table, a mirror and a bench for clothes.

After showing Jason to his room, the receptionist brought me to mine, the section beside it. Gesturing to the cup on the table, he said, "Kindly strip and enjoy our specially brewed tea, your masseuse will be with you shortly."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone to my thoughts. After a month spent backpacking across Asia, a massage was a welcome respite, and I was more than eager to shed my clothes.

Placing them on the bench, I began sipping at the tea.

The tea was sweet; with a flavour I can barely even describe. As I drank, I could feel the heat flowing through me, making my blood rush and my skin tingle. Strangely, I could feel myself growing hard. A fact that became obvious as I gazed into my own reflection.

In the mirror held a man, tall, broad-shouldered with lean muscle. And a raging erection, fully hard at seven inches long. A special brew indeed.

Blushing hard, I lay myself on the table. Better hide this, I thought to myself, as I tucked my erection comfortably beneath me.

Lying face down, the concierge's words echoed in my mind. "This is a specialmassage parlor. They give the most powerful full body treatments, bound to take the stress off your bones."

Well, it sure was working so far... Lying on the table, I could already feel myself drifting as the heat and atmosphere of the place lured me into a transformative sleep.

–

I was awoken by the touch of hands upon my back. They were rough but sensual, rubbing, pushing the stress from my skin. I felt like a new man, refreshed by my sleep. How long was I out?

With my face to the ground, I could only see shadows of my masseur and the silhouette of her legs as she walked around me.

Whatever she was doing, it was simply divine.

For a second, I heard a female moan somewhere else in the room. Looks like this really is one of those establishments, I thought to myself as I resisted the urge to chuckle.

As the masseur's hands rubbed and massaged my body, tracing across my sides and my inner thigh, I felt sensations I had never felt before. Sensual, hot and exciting. I was surprised I wasn't erect.

Then, I felt her hands press against my butt, squeezing, pushing and damned-near groping them. Anywhere else, I would've felt offended, but here, it was so sensual I only wanted her to continue.

Spreading my cheeks, I felt her fingers trace across my hole, an exciting sensation that nearly made me jolt, and downwards still. That was when I felt it, this spark, this electric sensation that raced through me the moment she touched me there. It made me jolt and give out a feminine yelp. God, since when was I so sensitive?

"Relax..." the masseur said, and it was then that I realized that she was really ahe. "... Relax your body."

Doing as I was told, I relaxed. Soon, I could feel her, no, his fingers trace back between my cheeks. They withdrew for a second, before coming back, slick with oil as they pushed past my sphincter.

"I show you a good time..." He said, and in my wanton state of mind, I could hardly say no.

The fingering, the feeling of it, was utterly erotic, unlike anything I had ever felt before. He was so gentle. The masseur laughed as he watched me squirm, though the sound of it implied it was something he was used to seeing.

Nearby, the distant sound of the woman moaning started to come louder. The thought that the only thing that divided me and her was a curtain was in and of itself, erotic. And I soon began to wonder, was Jason experiencing this pleasure too?

Feeling his fingers scissor in and out of my hole, it sent shivers and thrills down my spine. A thrill that only grew greater when I felt him climb onto the table. What was going on?

That was when I felt it, a hardness pressing against my arse. He was naked! I half-expected him to fuck me then and there, and the thought of it didn't even seem as appalling as it normally would. But instead, I felt his cock rub downwards, towards my crotch and there...

"Ah!" I moaned, in a voice I realized was not my own as I felt the alien sensation of his erection pushing inside of me. Pinning me down by my arms, I felt him slide his cock into a crevice I didn't even knew I had. That was when it struck me... the reason I felt so off, the reason I was so sensitive...

Grabbing me by the tits, he pulled me upright and against him. In the light and within the mirror, I finally saw myself. A busty blonde bombshell, with enormous c-cups, each one pressed against his hands, with a cock sliding into my newly formed cunt.

Behind me, I could barely see him, my masseur. A handsome Chinese man. Indeed, I saw more of his cock than I saw him, and it was enormous. The sight of it pushing its way inside me was enough to disprove whatever notion I once had about the size of Asian men.

"Ah! Fuck! Nugh!" I began to moan, louder than I should, for he was quick to press his lips against my own, silencing me with a kiss.

My first instinct was to reject him, to push him away, but face to face with the raw sensuality of his kiss, I surrendered. I could feel his tongue push past my lips, penetrating me as fully as his cock did with my cunt. I was his to have.

"Quiet." He said, as our lips parted, before he pushed me down onto the table, hard. My tits pressed against the table, he rocked me back and forth, pushing his cock ever deeper inside me with every thrust of his hips.

It made me feel so full, so stretched, and so fulfilled... I could feel the tension leaving my body with every thrust, every kiss and every touch of his skilled fingers. God, the sensation was maddeningly intense. He was an experienced lover, that was for sure.

Ass in the air, tits pressed against the table, I was being used deeply and utterly. It was an experience quite unlike anything I'd ever felt before as a man.

Even then, I could feel him groping my tits, feeling up my body, rubbing me in all the right places. The most wonderful massage I had ever experienced, rocking me to my core.

My thighs quivering, I soon felt my climax approaching. With a gasp, my body began to shake as wave after wave of pleasure rocked it to its core. And as my pussy tightened around his cock, it too began to shoot, filling me up with load after load of white hot seed.

Exhausted, I lay on that table, panting as his cock slid out of me, replacing his hardness with the soft wetness of his tongue. I gasped in shock as I felt him tease and lick at my clit, before sucking his cum right out of me.

Then, turning me over, he pulled me into a kiss, feeding me his salty-sweet cum before beginning to suckle on my tits. We lay there for a while, him teasing my nipples with his tongue and his fingers, exposing me to new and feminine sensations.

Soon however, I began to feel his hardness pressing against my thigh again. Looking up with a sly grin on his face, he asked, "Ready for round two?"

Looking up at his wonderfully muscled body, slick with oil, I could barely say no.

"It'll cost you more..." He said, as he started to pull me into a kiss. I knew then that I was willing to pay anything for this never to end. It is a full body massage after all, and I've still got plenty I want to experience.

–

It was evening by the time the massage ended, lasting two whole hours (more of a testament to the masseur's stamina than anything else) and ending only when the XChange began to wear off.

The masseur showed me to a shower and when I emerged nude in my male form, towelled me off. By the way he glanced at me then, I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't straight. Although, judging by the way my cock twitched at the mere touch of him, I could hardly tell if I was anymore either.

Leading me back to the reception area, he told me my fee, an exorbitant sum; but one I was more than willing to pay. When I asked him about Jason, he told me I'd have to wait a while more for my travelling partner.

"Your friend took a second pill."

The faint and distant sound of female moaning from within told me all I needed to know.

"Tell him I'll head back to the hotel first. I'll leave him to his fun." I said.

And when I emerged from the parlor, I didn't feel an ounce of pressure or tension inside me, exactly as the concierge promised. Did he offer this to every passing tourist? I wondered to myself. Or just the ones who seem open-minded?

–

Jason only returned to the hotel hours later, blushing as he entered our shared room. He was covered in sweat and still reeked of sex and massage oil.

"God, didn't you take a shower there?" I asked, throwing a pillow at him.

"I didn't have a chance to, they were rushing me out at closing time!" He laughed as he headed into the shower.

Above the sound of the shower water, he shouted, "Hey, mind if we stay in the city a few days more? I think we've been missing out..."

"Yeah, sure." Though I had a sneaking suspicion that we wouldn't be spending those days on tourist spots.

As I laid back on the bed, I could feel my cock hardening again. A part of me is thinking of seeing the masseur again. Come to think of it, I never even got his name...