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Monday, January 17, 2011

Andre of my fantasies



The rumors are true… there is a rare specimen over at Nature’s Green Spa. Andre stood effortlessly far out from the lineup of 10 men and perhaps over all the masseurs in the Kamias-Kamuning area.



The moment the mamasan presented her pride and joy, I could no longer veer my eyes away from the car crash that is Andre. There were other good looking masseurs in the lineup but this star shined the brightest. He was around 5’7 in height, medium to large frame with well-developed pectorals, bulging biceps, v-shaped torso, and a thin waist. He has a smooth skin and no tattoos. I could not stop salivating. I was so excited about the possibilities with this fine gentleman that I wasted no time and told the mamasan of my obvious choice.


Alex the great!





Photos courtesy of doncelya678.blogspot.com


Alex was just so... good! It has been two days since I last visited Hunk's touch but the memory of his massage had left me in a euphoric state. Who knew that the secrets of pleasuring a PLU could come from a straight man.

A Hunk's Touch indeed






Last night, I decided to start with this frequently overlooked place in Kamias road. The sign board was written in a bland blue font over a white background which does not stick out from the array of signboards along the stretch of highway. Homing on the location of this establishment was somewhat of a challenge.

The reception area was shabby. No effort was exerted into imitating the ambiance of a real spa. It was bare other than for a table, a sofa and a wooden bench. However the place was clean, with no offensive odors and temperature was set at a comfortable level.

The allure of massage parlors...



I've always had a fascination with straight men. Sure, sex with a fellow PLU does have its advantages: the reciprocation of gestures, the willingness of both (or more) participants and the possibility of establishing a mutually loving relationship. But therein lies its obvious flaw - that which is attainable loses its luster all too soon. We all have an unquenchable thirst for that which is beyond our reach.

Unless of course you are fortunate enough to have plenty of experiences with the elusive straight men during those adolescent years when sexual experimentation was rampant, most will have to contend themselves with observing them as if in the zoo where the beast are behind glass partitions. Beware: do not feed the animals!

But there is a place where this veritable jungle becomes an amiable petting zoo. A place where we could pet the wild without the fear of being bitten. A place where we could finally drink from this forbidden oasis: the massage parlor.

So here I begin, one at a time, to quench this undying thirst...