RenRen... a change of heart

I think by now, I have made my utter disdain for the MP circuit well-known to the public. I still shudder when recalling the experiences from this apocalyptic wasteland. So why am I now dipping into the cesspool of tears I have once shed because of them?

Why indeed? Hahaha

Actually, like most of my hiring decisions, it all started from a photograph that has managed to provide a lasting mental imprint. I am almost certain that most can relate to this dilemma: a digital portrait of a person whom no matter the countless bad reviews you have read, the myriad of advices you have heard against or how much you try to dismiss that your encounter would be a disappointment, yet, you cannot help but give a second, a third or a fourth look. They say that fools learn from experience. So when you find yourself incapable of heeding the advice of others, you know you are willing to assume the role of the fool. So whose photograph is it that has hampered my decision-making process? It was none other than Alvin of Hilom.

Alvin has been in the business for years and I have been staring at him in admiration, albeit at a distance, for quite some time now. But past experiences from MPs have created a psychological rift and I was afraid to cross the threshold once more. So years past, and I would habitually visit the establishment's website to steal a glance of this masseur I have so yearned. 

I have Miguel and UMF to thank for the succeeding events, because it was from them that I came to learn the name of Hilom’s owner. Tony was gracious and hospitable, not at all what I expected from the riffraff of masseur owners, and thanks to him, I was able to muster enough courage to lift the self-imposed exile.

Ahihihi! I was ecstatic. Years of merely glaring at his photograph finally culminating to its conclusion. I went to Hilom, with years of pent up libido churning my loins, and requested for none other than “Alvin!”

“Alvin is here. But in the interest of full disclosure, I have to inform you that he has had a client earlier this evening.”

SHUTANGINAMESH!!! I refuse to end years of sexual frustration with someone’s hand-me-down that evening! If I were to release all the stored sexual energy I had for Alvin, it will not be after someone has had first dibs! (But kudos for the full disclosure, at least customer satisfaction is one of their priorities.) Haaayyy! Serves me right for not making a reservation ahead of time.

“Mukhang handang handa ka pa naman ngayon. Perhaps you would want to try this guy instead.”

And with that, he pointed me in the direction of RenRen.

Renren’s photos has not in the past cause me to pause and take a second look. But up close and personal, he was a looker. He stands at 5’5 to 5’6 tall, with flawless complexion, sharp nose and an infectious jovial personality. Suddenly, I feel the churning between my thighs once more.

Hilom is near my favorite trysting place, so although the establishment is probably the best kept, most well-furnished MP that I have visited, there is something about the double lock and door of motels that I find most assuring.

I took a shower after him and when I came out, pillows and blankets were neatly stacked at the dressing table. Lotion, alcohol and other massage paraphernalia were carefully laid at the bedside table and a towel was carefully spread in the middle of the bed. He was trying to recreate the setting of a massage parlor! Ooohh! This guy means business! His hands started pressing against my feet, and instantaneously, I knew why Tony recommended this guy. He was a pro. He was thorough, unhurried and exerted sincere effort.

Time to take off that sando of yours! Hehehe! His body had shape but it was not ripped. Baby fats cushioned his body but skin was flawless. Kissing was intense; his tongue filled my oral cavity. From there I slowly went down to gaze upon a dick that is delightfully not proportioned to his body. It was relatively big for someone with such a small stature. Definitely, one of the better surprises I have encountered! Hehehe! Aaaaahhh! Aaaahh! He bellowed as I tried to take the whole thing down my throat. Sadly, I could not do so for long as my jaw muscles have grown weary. He climbed on top of me once more, sat on my groin, and then gyrated his hips while his hands stroked his manhood. His face held expressions of pleasure.

Overall… Generalization and stereotyping are traits we all possess to a certain degree, but we should learn to see things for what they are and not cling on to our preconceived ideas of what they represent. Hilom has exemplified that it could rise above the usual norm, and this idealism to achieve customer satisfaction and not just financial gain is clearly reflected by its employees. If this is the future of the MP business, then there may be hope yet.

How is the chameleon?

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? Hell yeah!