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...