Manila massedging

[10tazione]

I stayed one night in Quezon/Manila recently. After scrolling through a million posts on X, I still had no idea which massage shop I wanted to visit. I chose a hotel that put me within walking distance of several shops. Since I didn’t want to take my phone into a sauna/spa, I brought a map I had prepared and printed out at home (yes, a paper map — but not an outdated one like some other members here).

First, I contacted a shop that had some promising pictures on Telegram, only to discover it wasn’t actually in the area. Stupid me.

The second shop didn’t answer on Telegram — maybe it had closed for good.

Finally, I decided to just walk to “T by 27 Shaw Spa” and see what I could arrange. On the way there, I passed a group of young men in some kind of uniform and thought what a shame it wasn’t the spa. After ten minutes of searching, I realised the spa was exactly where those good-looking men in uniform were gathering. My paper map had apparently not updated my location correctly…

At the reception, I booked an “Explorer Massage” — the option that sounded most promising after my research, although I still had no real idea what to expect. I was given my therapist’s name, a room number, and an appointment in about two hours. I paid the fee. The entrance fee included access to the sauna downstairs, so I thought the time would pass quickly. It didn’t. Those were the two most boring hours I’ve ever spent in a sauna. Lesson learned: Always bring your phone to a sauna — even if the banking app might get stolen!

Upstairs there was an unattended bar/waiting area and a huge number of massage rooms. When the appointment time approached, the waiting room filled up. There were now around 10-15 people waiting.

A gong sounded, several masseurs appeared, and most customers seemed to already know their masseur. They disappeared with them down the corridor. I followed and found my room in the first row. There must have been ten rooms per row and three rows in total.

I undressed and tried to make myself comfortable on the massage table in the rather dark room. After about five minutes, my masseur appeared. He was good-looking — as far as I could tell in the dim light — but dressed in long sports trousers and a sleeveless shirt. That didn’t change throughout the session. His “goodies” remained one towel and one pair of trousers away the entire time.

The masseurs gave each other click signals whith the tongue to keep in sync with the "progression" of the massage. How weird! The other customers must all have been not only very near but also have booked the same course, what a coincidence

The “progression” happened — and quite quickly. The first step - pretending to be a regular massage - lasted no more than three minutes before I felt certain body parts being intentionally stimulated. The latter continued for about an hour, alternated by caressing all the sensitive areas a man of a certain age possesses and simulated fucking.

At one point he asked if I wanted him to insert a finger, and I said xxx (don’t try to guess my answer from the number of x’s hehe). Towards the end he asked if I wanted to come, and again I said xxx (could be the same or different).

I’m no expert in sexual terminology, but I think the experience can best be described as an excellent one-hour edging session and I know at least one member here who will want to book a flight to Manila right away!

I gave him a generous tip and left the place completely satisfied. So satisfied, in fact, that I skipped my second planned activity — The One 690 Entertainment Bar. So unfortunately I can’t report on that.