Toby reloaded

Following the epic second night I spent in the arms of RX, I woke up stuporous, feeling slightly warm and strong palpitations were pounding my left lateral chest. Symptoms persisted so I decided to consult with a doctor. (Actually more like a bosom buddy who is a doctor, let’s call him Doctor X.) Doctor X took my medical history and performed a thorough physical examination. Then after a careful consideration of my presentation, he came to a disturbing conclusion. Diagnosis: Love Sickness. Holy @#%$! I grabbed Doctor X by the collar and demanded to be given the strongest available remedy. He handed me the prescription and I wasted no time and began the intensive regimen to rid myself of this most dreadful of afflictions.

First course of antibiotics, Amoxicillin: TOBY

Aaaahhh Toby! I could stare at his face and the world would stop spinning. His boyish charm never loses its appeal and his pleasant personality is a cherry on top a hot fudge sundae. I could already feel the drug coursing through my veins, ridding me of the infirmity RX has inflicted upon me.

We entered a restaurant around Timog Avenue, and glances started veering towards our direction. Suddenly, all the ‘discreetness’ of PLUs in that establishment was thrown to the wind and I can literally pick them out one by one from the crowd. A not-so-discreet couple across our table was staring at him intently while rapaciously gorging at the pecho that they ordered. They were so obvious that I could not help myself but laugh. As if filling their stomachs with food could satiate what they are really hungry for. I’m sorry ladies! Tonight you will eat chicken inasal, while I will be eating Toby! Hahaha!

He was still the mild-mannered boy who I have come to love and whose lack of pretentions have always made me feel at ease. But being the attention whore that I am, his incessant texting has made me feel less of a princess than I would have wanted to be treated as. However, I do understand his plight, other clients do seem to be born without the virtue of patience and would take offence if their inquiries were not met with a speedy reply. (Another date ruined by attention-grabbing whores! Hahaha!)

The massage still consisted of his signature two-step regimen. First the lotion lathered Swedish treatment, followed by the towel draped Shiatsu technique. Strokes now had more confidence and his motions smoother than our awkward first encounter. But just as I had feared, in tradition with this line of business, I could feel his sincerity slowly chaffing away.

My lips have yet to touch his. This self-imposed no kissing policy of his is increasingly frustrating. How I long to feel those red lips pressed against mine. But HJ and NP are improving; finally he is beginning to understand the concepts of pleasuring a man.

So 1 week into the business, the innocence meter reads: 10 --> 8. My! My! That was fast! Given a little more time, and he can be officially branded with the scarlet letter.

With the completion of the prescribed regimen, I came back to Doctor X and had my blood aspirated to determine the success of the treatment.

       Gram stain result: Multiple heart shaped cocci in pairs seen in oil immersion field.

Clearly, getting rid of the love bug was going to need a stronger dose!

To be continued…

Note: Aside from not kissing, this one also refuses to reach climax! Just a heads up.

rX marks the spot

RX! You shrewd little devil! You tempted the curiosity in me, and toyed with my fascination for the unknown. That mask is a bane to my existence and a thorn in my side!!!

I have been at it for months, going back and forth, contemplating whether I would hire ‘the man with the mask’. My intellect and logic advised against it, but my heart could not be dissuaded, and the relentless second guessing has kept him constantly in my mind, fanning the flames of curiosity into a raging inferno.

The tipping point came after getting wind that a picture of him in all his glory existed; I became frantic and started clicking the mouse away into oblivion. But after hours and hours spent searching for the elusive photograph, I finally gave up looking for this needle in a huge gay-stack. Suddenly, it became apparent that two thousand and five hundred pesos is a lot cheaper than an operation for the tenosynovitis I was about to develop.

So after much deliberation, I have decided to end the agony of not knowing. I picked up the phone and sent RX a message of my interest. Yet, I was still convincing myself of the good sense of my action. He does have an incredible body and an abdomen you could grate cheese with. For that alone, I told myself it would be worth it… It SHOULD be worth it… But if all else fails, I will just have to ask him to put the mask back on! Hahaha!

Not only was finding his photograph proving to be a difficult task, getting hold of him is another climb uphill a steep mountain. Everything with this guy has to be worked and toiled for. (RX! You have better be damn well worth it!). But after days of repeated attempts, just when my patience has reached its inevitable end, he answered.

He uttered a single word “Hello” and all frustrations melted into the soothing timbre of his voice. Aaahh… his voice! It was a well-modulated pitch of bass that could render even the sturdiest of knees weak. This is the voice of a man, and I could have multiple orgasms with it! So with negotiations settled and the date set, I waited anxiously for the day I could solve one of my sex life’s lingering mysteries.

I booked a room in my usual cathedral of sin. Ding dong! Finally! The hour of judgment has arrived. I turned the knob, opened the door and stared at the face of anonymity. The verdict? Guilty! The mask is guilty! I hereby sentence the mask to death by shredding and burning until a pile of ash is what remains of its existence! While true that his appearance leaves little doubt of his heritage, as Filipinos go, he has a face the nation can be proud of. It had so much depth that just like the paintings of the master artist, Picasso - the longer you look at it, the better it becomes.

Being the enigma that he is, I had a lot of questions about his past. His answers were careful and rehearsed; it felt like interviewing an astute politician. Piercing the bubble of obscurity he has surrounded himself with was going to need a sharper needle. Yet despite being reserved with the information he divulges, he came across as warm and accommodating. (Now that’s mad skills!)

Now enough with the chatter! Strip! Hahaha. He took off his clothes and I died and went off to heaven. The bulge on his chests was seamlessly contoured, with two deliciously rounded nipples peaking at its summit. Abdominal muscles were chiseled to perfection and the slender v-shaped torso sloped into a gorgeously slim waist. All this packaged into a 5’9 tall tasty morsel, wonderfully gift-wrapped in a small to medium size body. I could feel the drool of saliva trickling down my chin. (Then again as I was writing this.) If Toby was THE face, RX was THE body. Now only if they could mate and make the perfect baby! (Biologically impossible, but I would be happy to see them try. Hihihi!)

His massage was in a word – routine. While undeniably good and completely thorough, I do miss the eagerness of a nubile masseur. With the mastery of his craft, an old hand loses zeal; such is the downfall of a seasoned veteran. However, just to clarify, it WAS an excellent massage. But I do wish that I could have experienced it a few years earlier, when he was still ascending the incline of his learning curve.

What about the one after? Again, in a word – INCREDIBLE! Finally, the years of experience worked towards his advantage. The kissing was so intense that I had to break and gasp for air. He has mastered the use of his tongue, lips and hands and employed them to satisfy every whim of my body. Then in a soft voice, he whispered “Patigasin mo ako!” He took off his underwear; I wasted no time and shoved the pillar of flesh down my voracious throat. It grew to 6.5 inches long and 5 fingers thick and was so beautifully shaped that I had to pause and stare at it in admiration. The expression on his face was a sight to behold - his eyes were half open, his mouth gaping in pleasure. Soft Ooohs and Aaaahs came out of those soft lips. And when I tried to swallow the entirety of his manhood, he bellowed like a savage beast. There was so much tossing and turning on our platform of passion that the surrounding room was lost in crimson blur.

He was into post-coital cuddling. I was still mesmerized by the splendor of his body that my hands seem to have sprung a mind of their own. My fingertips stroke the hills and troughs of his body, admiring the shape of this sculpted work of art. I wished the moment could last forever. But as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. We shared a last hug and kiss, then he left, leaving behind me, a purring satisfied feline.

Overall… Was it worth it? YES! It was ALL worth it! I am extremely glad that Boss Papa managed to prolong the career of this legend long enough for me to bask in his glory. He is the fourth encounter in LP, and I hope that the sun would never set in my direction. Truly, if x marks the spot, then RX is the treasure hidden beneath.

Chameleon scale:

Perfect

Will I come back for seconds? Yes! A million times yes! As a matter of fact… I already have.

Toby, the highschool heartthrob

I recalled from my previous comment that only a handful of men could inspire my libido. Yes, I am a picky eater and I am careful of what I put into my mouth. Starvation seems to me the more obvious choice than sitting through yet another course of unsavory platter.

But just when I thought I have sampled every delicacy that appealed to my senses, Boss Papa decides to whip up another glorious entrée in his elaborate buffet of men. As soon as I saw his photo, I knew I was hungry. Call off the fast, the hunger strike is over!

I searched every nook and cranny to scrounge up enough cash for a room of tryst and so I could finally sink my teeth into this new dish. (My financial responsibility just went out the window!) I grabbed the phone and typed in the words with the gusto of a ravenous hyena. I wanted to try him out before he discovers the gorgeous man that he is, and availability would then drop precipitously. Oh law of supply and demand, aren’t thou a heartless bitch!

He certainly took his time before replying to my inquiry. He said that he was 22 years old and 5’11 tall. He was willing to do as much as any normal straight guy would do. (Vague much!)

We met at my usual house of worship: Hotel Sogo Quezon Avenue. Then at exactly the agreed time, the doorbell rang. This guy is THE BEST LOOKING of the lot - a testament that I will attest to and viciously defend. He is THE stereotype high school heartthrob, to whom every adolescent girl giggled in exhilaration through the corridors of high school, and to whom every adolescent boy learned masturbating to. (Well, at least ALMOST every boy. Hehehe!) I was so dumbfounded by his appearance that a minute passed in awkward silence during which I was merely staring at his face and soaking in his beauty.

At first he was very quiet and wore a stoic expression. I thought to myself “Ang angas naman nito!” So I decided to dispense with the pleasantries and begin the session. All of a sudden, he started apologizing and told me “Sir, pagpasensyahan mo na po, hindi pa ako magaling mag masahe, baguhan lang po ako.” I was so intrigued by his last statement that I had to stop him and I have decided to get to know him a little better. Through our conversation, I realized that this guy was nervous. (Ah! That explains his earlier demeanor.) He has never worked in a massage parlor before and that I was actually his very first client in lalaking palaban. (Ding ding ding… Jackpot! After the endless parade of hand-me-downs, I finally get to say “I was here first!”) He was, in every aspect of the word, new. As I engaged deeper in our conversation, I realized that I have found the find of a century. He has something that every other masseur has lost through the years in this trade: innocence. A commodity so rare among masseurs that it would be easier to strike gold than to find another.

Once I broke the ice, his pleasant and jovial personality started showing through. Finally I had him at ease, the massage can now begin. He delivered the massage with his shirt and briefs on. The massage was better than expected from a newbie. Strokes had purpose and pressure was applied on the right places. Every now and then, he would say “Ok lang po ba yung pressure sir? Ok lang po ba yung masahe sir?” He certainly cared for his craft and was eager to learn. Then after finishing the Swedish massage from head to toe, he covered me with a towel and started delivering a shiatsu massage, again from head to toe! (Speechless…) After working on my back, I turned over and prepared for my front to be given the same combo of Swedish and Shiatsu treatment. But then again, my front was denied yet another massage. (Why is nobody massaging my front???) All in all, the massage took a total of 50 minutes.

He then lay beside me and asked “Ano na po gusto niyo gawin sir?” I asked him to lie down and I took his shirt off. His body was small to medium built (more on the medium), with a few faint lines over the pecs and the upper abdomen. There were baby fats over the flank and lower abdomen. He had nipples the size of pencil erasers and areolas the size of a peso coin. Skin was smooth with no tattoos although there were a few blemishes over the lateral forehead. He had a faint aroma and no maliferous odors. Unfortunately he does not kiss, bottoms or gives head. I started licking his nipples, and slowly worked my way down. I then took off his underwear and I blew his manhood until it grew to 6.5 inches and 5 fingers width with a slight skew to the left. (Yes fellow enthusiast! His tool could be compared to Rocky’s, or I think is even a little bigger.) He then mentioned that he saw a condom on my possession, and was willing to try fucking me. If I learned anything from my experience with Rocky, is that before climbing Mt. Everest, I should try conquering Mt. Makiling first. So with a heavy heart, I had to decline his generous offer. He then licked my nipples and jacked me off until I blew my load with a satisfying grin.  

Perhaps he enjoyed chatting with me or perhaps he was just really nice, whatever the reason, he decided to stay longer and continue our conversation. It was now evident that he was warm, kind and polite. He then asked me if I could teach him a few tricks of the trade. (Is there no end to his adorability?) Because of his transparency and lack of pretentions, I was beginning to perceive him more than a piece of meat, but as a person. 

Overall, this guy is a diamond in the rough, and with a little polishing, he will become one of the very best there is. If you are looking for a seasoned veteran however, obviously it would be best to look somewhere else. But if you want to try and taste innocence, I suggest you get him, and that you get him now! From the incessant buzzing and ringing of his cellphone from would be clients during the entirety of our session, (My God! Ladies! Can’t a girl give a blowjob in peace!), he may soon be unavailable for the foreseeable future.

This is the third encounter with LP, and I am on a winning streak. If this is what I could look forward to in online procurement, then I am seriously considering abandoning the MP circuit, where the misses are plenty and the hits are few.

Chameleon scale:

Satisfied

Will I come back for seconds? Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes!

P.S. Just a head's up: This model has a no kissing and no climax policy.

Guess who's back

Done guessing? If you’ve guessed it then kudos to you, you are obviously a veteran of the MP circuit. However for the uninitiated, this place used to be the infamous Boys of Bora.

I was actually there that night when Boys of Bora was exposed for the ‘harm and evils inflicted on society’. Well I wasn’t ‘in’ the establishment yet but I was already parking my car when the three vans arrived. I waited patiently in my car and watched the whole ordeal played itself out. What a close call! A few minutes earlier, then I would have been caught on video, explaining to the cameras that I didn’t know they offered something else other than a decent massage. (Hahaha! Who would ever fall for that line?!?)

Well, enough with the rants. I’m here to congratulate the previous Boys of Bora for making a comeback. I did not enter the establishment since I was only passing by when I chanced upon this pleasant surprise, and the trauma of the incident has yet to leave my system. (So I am not certain that they still offer the same services.) But off with the old and in with the new and welcome back Boys of Bora version 2.0: Ulysis Spa.

Rocky rocks my world

Photos courtesy of iodized

Ah Rocky, there have been so many good things said about you that I felt another review would be futile and would be lost in the litany of praises that you so deserve. But being my first venture into online solicitation, I felt compelled to share this eye-opening experience.

I used to frequent the MPs of the Kamias-Kamuning circuit, however due to the recent raids; I was forced to graze on ‘safer’ pastures. Of course, being new to online trading, I was filled with doubt and anxiety. After all, it is difficult to commit to a model you have not seen, and pictures do lie. But thanks to the transparency among correspondence maintained by the benevolent administrator, Boss Papa, it gave me a wonderful preview of people’s experiences and what to expect from each model. It certainly tipped the scales in their favor.

I wanted to choose a man who had both looks and good reviews. After scanning through pages and pages of comments, I finally decided that it was Rocky who would pop my online cherry.

First look at Rocky would already tell you that he stood distinctly apart from vast Juans and Pedros of masseurs. The German influence of his heritage was easily apparent and I thanked for the blessing of this exquisite foreign cuisine I was about to partake in. He stood at 5’8 or 5’9 tall. Sported a fitted shirt and jeans which made his body looked all the more scrumptious. Rocky was all man. We exchanged pleasantries and I commented on how true the comments were that he was better looking in person than in the pictures to which he replied with a blushing smile.

I lay down as he stripped down to his birthday suit. He was medium to large built with substantial amount of body fat. Pecs were shaped but with no distinct lines. Abdomen was flat with love handles. He was not buff but he was certainly huggable. He had flawless white skin with no tattoos, but his back did feel a little rough. Manhood was already prominent even when not erect. I just could not wait to sprinkle it with water and see how it grows.

The massage was above average, but not particularly memorable. It easily passes but just did not make the gold star. But what distinguishes his massage from the rest was that it was very sensual. While working on my back, his pecker was already rock hard which he cleverly used to incorporate into his massage. Now and then he would rub it between my thighs and tease my butthole with it. He took his time and delivered an earnest massage. Though not the best massage I’ve had, I did feel the sincerity and effort he put into it. After the massage, he carefully wiped off the excess oil from both our bodies to which I had to suppress a chuckle, since it brings to mind a previous comment about him in the forum. (Hmmm… Someone’s been listening attentively.)

During the course of the massage, I found out that he works as a part time waiter. He has a wife and a child in the provinces to whom he comes home to every 3 months. He is very fond of Boss Papa and his clients and clearly he is grateful for their continuous patronage.

He started working my nipples and kissed me all over. Unfortunately, he does not give head. He requested to put on some asian porn. He lay down and I started working his body. There was a faint fragrance to his skin and no hint of offensive odor. Every now and then I heard him let out a soft Ooohh and Aaahhh but overall he was not very vocal. We kissed with tongue and he had very nice soft lips. I blew his manhood till it grew to 6.5 inches and 5 fingers thick. I put the condom on him and prepared to receive the enormity of his manhood. He was careful and gentle as I have told him that I was not used to being fucked. However as careful as he was, sumuko ako! Haha! Serves me right for thinking I could take on this Goliath.

I am impressed with the level of professionalism and good etiquette he has shown. He told me that if I do decide to have another tryst with him again, he would be willing to travel to my place of choice. He usually meets first time interested parties over at Sta. Mesa as a safeguard against the posers unavoidable in this affairs. He gave me a hug and thanked me before parting ways.

As I’ve said, Rocky was actually my first experience in LP. I met with him last July 2011. Obviously my experience with Rocky was such a pleasant one that I felt encouraged and went on to try other models such as Steve. For anyone who is on the fence about venturing into greener pasteurs, Rocky is definitely the way to go. He values his reputation and would definitely go the extra mile to provide satisfaction and ensure that you leave with a smile.

Chameleon scale:

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? Yes…


P.S. Thank you iodized for your generosity.

Steve, you made me feel like Eve

I was at first hesitant to hire Steve due to the negative criticisms he had recieved in his thread, but of the many choices LP had, only a handful could inspire my libido and Steve definitely made the top of that list. And since no rumors of him mugging, swindling or extorting has yet to surface, I felt relatively safe to at least try and give him the benefit of the doubt. Afterall, each time I look at his photos, I am instantly overwhelmed with feelings of lust. This was one temptation I was destined to fail... miserably...

The first thing I noticed about Steve was that he was paranoid of people standing him up. "Sir walang lokohan ha, tao po akong kausap." He kept texting to confirm the appointment, and would be alarmed if you fail to reply within 3 minutes. Looking back at the previous posts in his forum, I began to understand this erratic behavior. 

We met at my usual den of erotica. He was on time. Gazing through the peephole, I knew I would not be disappointed looks-wise. He stood at 5'8 or 5'9 tall, well dressed, and was very clean looking. His face was boyish with a hint of a grown man. Lakas ng dating. I wanted to rip off his clothes with my teeth right there and then but I decided to compose myself. We then shared a cigarette and we talked about his experiences on online solicitation and his explanation for the erratic behavior. He was pleasant and respectful and handled my inquiries with grace. But just when I was about convinced that the comments about him were all untrue, he asked me if I could raise the compensation to cover his transportation. Tsk tsk! Perhaps some of the rumors about him are true. At least he was respectful and was not demanding about it. I told him I would think about it.

Coming out of the shower, his body was medium to large built, toned but with a thin layer of subcutaneous fat. Pecs had shape and there were faint lines and hints of abdominal muscle but love handles were bulging at his sides. His skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

Then with a towel around his waist, he started to deliver the massage. And the massage was... WOW! This guy has magic hands! Just when I thought Alex was good, this guy was way better. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to slide his hands around my body and he knew which points to press. He took his time and delivered an excellent massage. After going through my back, I was ready and excited for my front to be given the same treatment. He then asked me to lie beside him which left me confused. I  asked 'hindi mo ako mamassage sa harap?' He looked surprised and told me that they do not massage the front over at blue palm spa where he used to work. I felt like a child whose candy was taken away. I was so disappointed, after all if he could do that to my back, I pondered on what wonders he could do to my front. But looking at the time, an hour has already passed, so although I was disappointed, I did not feel cheated, after all, he did deliver an hour of excellent service.

He switched the television station to the porn channel and started jacking off. He started kissing me with tongue. I removed the towel around his waist and started fondling his privates while licking his nipple. His nipple was small and  areolas were red with a small circumference. As I was licking his body, the room was filled with moans of "Oh shit! Ah sarap! Aaaahhh Uuuuhhh!" He was very vocal which was a pleasant discovery. I slowly went down and took his manhood down my throat. He had a 6 inch pecker which was 4 fingers thick. No offensive odor and pubes were trimmed neatly. He then turned me over and started licking my nipples. There was a lot of tongue and teeth action. Then he slowly went to down and swallowed my manhood. (I don't really enjoy getting blown so I could not judge whether it was good or not, but I let him do it out of curiosity of whether he would do it.)

He was into post-coital conversations and intimacy, and was in no hurry to leave. By the end, I was so pleased with him that I caved to his request.

Overall, I think that some of the comments about him are true and I think it is best that he be sensitive to his clients who are already wary in soliciting their services, especially with the fearful images of worst case scenarios already associated with this kind business. However, I have also noticed that he bears no ill will and is simply oblivious to the fears of his clients. I am generally very happy that I made the leap and tried his services and would definitely be hiring him again soon.

Chameleon scale:

Thinking

Will I come back for seconds? To quote Kirsten Dunst from the movie Interview with the Vampire "I WANT SOME MORE!"

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.

Introductions were pleasant. He was well-mannered and smiled a lot. He then took off his pants and delivered the massage, to my disappointment, with a shirt and white briefs on.

The massage was in a word - pathetic. I guess in his mind he never really needed to excel in this department since he had other assets to bank on. Adequate force was applied however on the wrong pressure points. Strokes were short and pointless. I never felt relax over the course of this supposed ‘massage’. Pacing was a little hurried but then again I had a hard time believing he was really giving a massage. I felt like a steak being poked and prodded to see if it’s cooked. He did not tease any of my erogenous zone or give me the pleasure of konting chansing on his private parts. No attempt was made to make the massage feel a little naughty before the ES.

I learned that he started working in this business around November 2010. He lives in San Mateo and seldom goes to the spa (I doubt this is true.) He use to join Bikini Open and had won first place in the past. He’s 25 years old. (Are they all 25 years old?)

As soon as the luke warm attempt at a massage was over, he then asked me if I would avail of his ES. He took off his shirt and briefs. He started jacking me off while I fondled his family treasures. I then instructed him to lie down as I licked and playfully bit his nipples. He lay there motionless with eyes closed. I started to work my way to his asset. He had a wonderfully fragrant genital area. I sucked his dick until it grew to about average size. I have to give him credit, whatever he lacks in skill he makes up in looks, and what a sight he was. He refused to blow his load so I told him to assume the prone position which at first he was reluctant but later on agreed after I assured him that his anus would remain unviolated. I then proceeded to give him an intracrural fuck.

Overall, I’d have to say I’m not entirely satisfied but not entirely disappointed either. He didn’t exactly deliver a good service but… it’s just that he’s so damn good looking I cannot say I am not craving for more.

Chameleon scale:

Angry

Will I come back for seconds? Perhaps... not

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.

As I peered through the aquarium of Hunk's touch, in the lineup of 10 to 15 men, he was not one who would instantly catch your attention. He does not smile and just stares  blankly. Medyo suplado at mambubugbog ang dating.  No attempt was made to stand out from the crowd. There were certainly better looking men from the  choices but my gut told me to choose this brooding gentleman.

He greeted me and lead me to my cubicle. On route, his pleasant demeanor and soft voice started to show. He told me to undress as he undress himself leaving only his underwear on. He had a semi-built chest and a thin waist. Not much abdominal muscle but no flabs either. I would classify him as small to medium frame (more on the medium side). He had, I think, a smooth skin with no tattoo (the lighting in Hunk's touch was a little too dim for my taste).

Massage was not what I expected from such establishments. He had good long strokes with just enough force. He knew which points to press and even manage to relieve some of those lamig on the upper back. Pacing was not hurried and he took his time caressing my back. I was beginning to believe I was on a legit spa, at least until he started teasing my erogenous zones. Intentional fleeting contacts with his member during the massage also made the experience more interesting.

During the course of the massage I learned that he started in Hunk’s touch around March 2010. He comes from Bacolod but is a stay in. He’s 25 years old (or so he says).

On supine position, he then concentrated on my groin area however this time he was a little hurried. He did not stay too long before asking me if I would avail of his ES. It was a little disappointing since I was really enjoying his massage. All in all the massage proper took 40 minutes.

He took off his underwear and started kissing my lips and licking my nipples with a little play biting. He asked me if “sumusubo ka ba, sir?” to which I said yes. I started sucking his dick till it grew to above average in size. Girth was around four and a half fingers thick with no maliferous odors. He let out a soft moan and I could see that he was extending his head in ecstasy. This was such a turn on, compared to others who lie still and quiet. He asked me to lie down and told me “iipitin ko po kayo, sir.” He started jacking me off with the other hand playing around. I do not really know how he was jacking me off but his technique was superb. I have been trying to imitate the technique at home but to no avail. This guy could hold classes on how to do a proper hand job. Then before reaching climax, he entered his finger which just spurred the wonderful sensations I was already experiencing. By the end, I was blown away.

Overall, this experience has left me wanting more.

Chameleon scale:

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? Yes

P.S. Thank you doncelya678 for your generosity

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 place did not have the iconic mamasan that rules these establishments.   At first we were confused as to whom do we direct our inquiries to. A huge bald guy with the physique of a fully grown bear approached us. (The place was really living up to its name.) He introduced himself as Ric and he was the  mamasan of the place. At first, I was deterred by this unusual arrangement since I've always found the presence of a flamboyant queen an essential buffer to the testosterone filled environment. It was the first time I have met a mamasan who was scarier than his masseurs. But all these doubts were put to rest after spending a few minutes in his company.  Ric was warm and accommodating, especially so if he puts on a smile. He has the mukhang barumbado pero mabait pala appeal. Hmmm… I wonder if he is also available! If you are looking for the typical bouncer look, then you have found your man.

But whatever they lack in ambience, they make up for selection of guys. I arrived at around 11:30pm on a Thursday night and there were ten to fifteen men behind the make-shift aquarium. What is unique to Hunk’s touch  is that their selections of boys are not the artistahins to borderline androgynous types. Here you can indulge in your security guard, construction worker, or kargador fantasies. Most of them have bulk, some of them with well-developed bodies. Around half are taller than a 5’8. They may not be pretty boys but they certainly ooze of masculine appeal.

After informing Ric of my choice, I was led to the massage room on the 2^nd floor. There were about 6 stalls, each separated by a thin plywood and the doors were made with the same tattered material. Each cubicle was only a little wider than the mattress, leaving just enough space to place my footwear.  Bed was covered in a clean white sheet and was placed on the floor. Light was too dim that I could not satisfy my visual apetite. A shower room was also available in the 1^st floor which I did not use.

Overall I would not be coming back to this place if relying solely on the establishment's condition. It is too bodega for me to enjoy a little rest and relaxation. However, if you are able to get pass all these shortcomings, you may find a surprisingly pleasant experience. I picked Alex that night who more than made up for the place's lack of 'standards'. For that, I told myself that I could come back for seconds.

Location: Kamias road between Col. Salgado and K-H street

Contact no: 4332396

Price: P350

Bottomline…

Ambience: poor

Facilities: poor

Cleanliness: satisfactory

Selection: good

Overall: good

Would I consider coming back? Maybe

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...