Miguel... into the lion's den

When choosing a masseur, we often immerse ourselves in the wealth of information blogs and forums have to offer. We read the experiences of brave souls who were courageous enough to take the first leap, and we start to imagine ourselves walking in the very shoes of the writer.  We feel the same joy they felt, laugh when they laugh, and resent those they have come to resent. Soon, our decisions are slowly molded by the opinions of others, and we find ourselves conforming to their thoughts and contemplations. Truly, the written word holds a strong sway on our subconscious psyche. Rizal was right on the mark when he said “The pen is mightier than the sword.” I myself am no exception to this rule. My choices are the summation of filtered conjectures and sentiments. My decisions - the results of the views from the collective. But there are times when a person transcends all good and bad reviews, because from the moment you first laid eyes on him, cognition and good judgment are cast off, and you find yourself rendered utterly helpless.

I have made known of my obvious attraction to Jhoross from the moment of our first meeting. After all, what’s not to like? Killer smile, great body, and an ass that won’t quit. He was dreamy, clean-cut and noticeably handsome. But while the attention of the gay population was, as of now, focused on him, my eyes have again begun to wander elsewhere. On the fateful night I joined the closed door meeting, my gaze was also enthralled by another. Jhoross was loudly good-looking, obviously attractive, and his looks would definitely cater to the taste of the majority. This person, on the other hand, was little more silent, a little more discreet, yet, when our eyes met, emotions of turmoil and heated passion came surging through my loins. And when I asked for the sound of his sweet name, he uttered in baritone “Miguel”.

Days past after the debut of his profile, criticisms began plaguing his thread. Yet even after all that has been said, nothing could deter my sheer force of will (and lust. Hehehe). However be assured, I have not lost all of my mental faculties. I decided to bring a whip, a wooden chair and have begun inquiring on the possibility of purchasing a tranquilizer gun. Yes, a testament to the lengths I will go to suck cock.

Ding dong… the parade of lions have arrived.

I opened the door and waited to hear the roar from the king of the jungle. Then… Eh? Where was the ferocious beast I have come to expect? The claws? The fangs? And the bigger-than-life attitude? Instead I was greeted by a pacified pussy cat. Miguel was not all I expected. He was friendly, accommodating, a chatter box, a bit naïve actually... and he was endearing.

I have played multiple scenarios in my mind on the different things I will do to him once in the confines of my dungeon. But now, with him actually within reach, all I wanted to do was pounce and tear off the clothes on his back. Hihihi.

The massage was adequate. Coming from an MP, it was apparent that he was taught how to deliver a proper massage. Strokes were delivered at the right places, but pressure was a little light. Maybe I should have told him to press a little harder, but usually on the first meeting I allow them to proceed with their usual routine. Perhaps on our next meet up. Hehehe. After delivering the Swedish treatment, he took off the towel around his waist, laid it on my back (HOT!!!), and started pressing the points of my back in line with a Shiatsu technique. I should have given more attention to him fiddling my back, but my eyes were already fixated on other things. Hehehe.

"Sir, simulan na natin?"

COME TO MAMA! Hahaha! He licked, sucked and nibbled my nipples with the expertise of a true veteran. Miguel easily rises to the cream of the crop in this arena. His breath was fresh and his mouth was a true pleasure to lock lips with. His skin percolated with the fragrance of freshly picked flowers. Time for the lion to be fed. RAWR!!! Hehehe! I first softly kissed the tip, nibbled the shaft, then swallowed the head... just the head. His mouth gaped and his eyes begged for more. I smiled, kissed him again, then went and took everything in. Aaaaahhhhhh! Slowly it grew to fill the fringes of my mouth.  It was above average in size and way above average in thickness! And the shape… ooohh the shape! Keithly has just been dethroned from holding second place for best shaped pecker.

“Tirahin kita sir?”

Ummm… I looked at him… then I looked at the girth of his penis.

“Wag na lang!”

The day that I would be rushed to the hospital for a lacerated be-hymen had just been postponed… indefinitely. Hehehe!

Scene of the crime

So how has the grain of salt served me? Well to that I say… SPRINKLE AWAY! Hahaha! Forums and blogs came to existence for obvious reasons. They provide us with previews and insights of what to expect. But these are no replacement for intuition and gut feeling. After all, if I did follow every word to the letter, I would not sporting a wide grin right now.

How is the chameleon?

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? I don’t know… ask him. He’s right beside me... again! Hahaha!

And with that, manilaspanatic will rest for now… until new meat is once again thrown into the lion’s den.

Ciao!