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I was around 3 years old.
It was one of the rare times na kasabay ko ang dad ko mag-lunch. He was mostly based abroad when I was growing up, kaya rare lang kami magkasama.
We were watching Eat Bulaga, and saw the segment of “Little Miss Philippines.”
Tinuro ko yung girl sa TV, who was doing a majorette routine, and told my dad, “gusto ko sumali dyan”.
Natawa ang dad ko, sabi nya, “para sa batang babae lang yan”
At that point, na-confuse ako. Alam ko girl ako eh, hindi boy!
Hahahaha

Isaac, age 7, Karratha, Western Australia, 1995

Sure na sure ako sa sarili ko na girl ako. Then my dad told me otherwise. Hahahaha!
So throughout my early childhood years, I ingrained in my mind na boy ako. Boy. B-O-Y.

But not until fifth grade. Tinukso ako ng group of boys na classmate ko. “Bakla! Bakla!”
And then, I confronted them in the gayest way possible. “Hindi ako bakla!”

Nagtawanan sila. Pero nag-apologize din after. Sabi nila, nagulat daw sila na nanlaban ako.
Somehow, I gained their trust. Naging magkakabarkada naman kami.

Ako usually yung tulay nila sa mga gusto nilang ligawan.
They were also very experimental during that time.
And whatever they wanted to do to a girl, they tried on me.
Usually, dapat mabababuyan ka eh. Pero I was enjoying it.

So at that time, I felt like a queen.
That “queenly” attitude carried on even when I transferred school in HS.

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Usually, kinakantyawan ang mga bakla. Pero ako, they never did that to me. No catcalls.
People even elected me to a position in the student council.
When I left high school. Nagmuni-muni ako.
Why not magpakalalaki ako?
And so I did. Nagpakalalaki ako.

Yeah. I had girlfriends.
College na eh. Feeling ko dapat may transition.

Siguro, dahil nag-earn ko yung respect ng peers ko, yun yung ng-drive sa akin magpakalalaki.

Kinuha pa nga ako ng frat ng dad ko, pero I talked to him out of it.
Tutal member na yung kuya ko.
May isa din pang frat who wanted to recruit me, pero busy na ako that time and I had no commitment. They also didn’t pursue when I told them my dad and brother are members of another one.

Anyway, so “straight” nga ako nung college.
Or at least I tried.
Pero out of the confines of UP Diliman, I have been having anonymous gay encounters and one-night stands.
I started going gay “again” when I was 20. None of my friends had an idea.
It was only a few months before graduation when I came out.
Tanggap naman nila ako, fortunately.
So the moral of the story is…

Wala. Walang kapupulutang aral.

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Cinema Paradiso (Part 1)

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A mainstream film in a rundown cinema. 
(Photo grabbed from http://manila-hop.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-day.html)

A Chinoy friend of mine shared that he earned his first gay experience while he was a 17-year old high school senior in a movie theatre in Quiapo, in the early 2000s. A film enthusiast, he discovered that there were at least three old movie theatres along there as he regularly buys dibidi across Quiapo Church, near the Muslim area.

One boring half-class, no-uniform day, he decided to buy new movies before going home in Quezon City from his school in Binondo. As if magneted, his eyes got glued in a painted Sylvester Stallon movie poster, advertising its run in one of the run-down cinemas along Quezon Boulevard. He got a ticket and got in without interrogation.

“Wasn’t the place seedy?”
“Not that I cared.”

It was not long after settling in a seat in the Orchestra that a man approached and sat beside him. A tall, fit, dad-type, wearing a Lacoste shirt and crisp denim pants. The man gave a reassuring tap on his right thigh and a caress in his back. He felt relaxed with the gesture, something he hasn’t experienced before as a child of very busy, business-like, often-detached Chinoy parents. Very few words were exchanged between the man and him, with the man instructing him “relax ka lang.”

“Teka, alam ba n’yang estudyante ka?” (Did he know you were a student?)
“Sinabi ko 19 ako.” (I told him I was 19)
“Sinungaling ka at malandi.” (A liar and a whore!)

The man gently unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, pulled up his shirt, and pulled down his pants and underwear. With his young chest and dick exposed while sitting in the dimly lit theatre, the man flickered his tongue against his tiny nipples and gently jacked his dick…somehow expertly as he was bursting within seconds.

Just as he was recovering from exhilaration, the man wiped his hands with a hanky, stood up, and left.

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Having attempted to complete a post-graduate degree in Philippine Studies, I made it a point to immense myself on the historical and scholarly aspects of Philippine Art, particularly in film studies and architecture. One interesting but somehow overlooked topic in studying the connection between the two is the shift of distribution of movies from its early stand-alone structures to the now modern multiplexes.

With the Philippines’ long and rich history of entertainment, Manilenos in particular has had its share of majestic stand-alone theatres, some of them have proudly withstood time – and its patrons. These have served as recreational spots for the landed, the culturati, the working man, and the masa. Some structures were even designed by budding National Artists.

Other bloggers/websites have nicely-written articles and photographs about these stand-alone theatres. Take a glimpse of them here:

Senor Enrique’s “Quiapo and the Golden Age of Filipino Movies”

The Urban Roamer on Cubao’s Old Theatres

The Urban Roamer on Manila’s Old Theatres.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

Video 48 on Manila Theatres in the 50s

Video 48 on Manila Theatres in the 60s

Studying film and architecture are two of my favorite passions, so giving my insights about these stand-alone theatres is something that I have long planned writing in this blog. However, I may not be the best person to talk about their history in our society – with only a couple of subjects in university and post-grad, intermittent enthusiasm over the subject, and lack of an encompassing and interesting literature about them – but I can sure claim that I am an enthusiast living in the remnants of its colorful past.

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These old stand-alone movie theatres, however, cater to one more thing I love – raunchy explorations with men who love men.

Now here comes a confession: After my Chinoy friend’s confession, I had the curious urge to step inside one. It happened when I was 19, in 2003. And I never stepped back!

But I won’t say that I am an expert of this *wink wink* So far, I have only stepped inside three – Remar Theatre in Cubao, Ginto Theatre in Quiapo (this has since been torn down), Dilson in Sta. Cruz, and Alta Cinema, also in Cubao.

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Most surviving stand-alone theatres usually show second-run R-18 local mainstream films from the 1990s to early 2000s; some show new international releases; but most recently, independent film producers have seen these movie theatres as a venue to run their recently-released, usually gay-themed films. These theatres usually screen two films, which run for a week. Also, most of these theatres have shifted from film to digital projectors (no longer grainy, but usually dim). The sound quality is very lamentable (don’t expect surround sound, ok?).

By my own estimate, such theatres are visited by at least 200 people on a sleepy weekday (which can go to as high as 500 during weekends definitely), despite of their decay, disrepair and below-par facilities (no air-conditioning, unupholstered chairs, obvious filth on the floor).

And far from its old reputation from being family-friendly destinations, everyone knows that these places now provide entertainment beyond its silver screen. Some bloggers/websites have documented their own experiences visiting such:

GMA News Online’s History of Manila’s Grand Movie Theatres

Raunchy Adventure’s adventure in Alta Cinema

True Life Conversations’ horrifying experience in Alta Cinema

Babaeng Mamboboso’s stint as a “princess” in Alta Cinema

Dungisngis’ rather homophobic view on his visit in Alta Cinema

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In the next entry, let me tell you about my own story…

Mga Kwentong Itlog (Egg Tales)

Kwentong Itlog 1:

I hailed an Uber car this evening to get home. I was pleasantly surprised that my driver for the night is a cutie: based on his profile, driver Michael Angelo is yuppie-looking type that probably spoke English and drove Uber as a past time. So I planned to take the passenger seat (which I don’t usually do) to take a closer look (and probably more!) at this most likely gem.

When the car pulled over, I got the shock of my life when Michael Angelo looked a hundred times better – he was a Jak Roberto doppleganger (though I could only discern half of his face) with nice arms and a flat stomach (and probably some abs), discerning from his perfect-fit shirt. He also had a nice leather-strap watch and a magnetic bracelet (do these things work?).

What made the ride interesting was where he kept his smart phone while navigating the car – he kept the thing in between his legs, right in front of his crotch! So throughout the trip, he kept on staring on the road AND his crotch! Very interesting.

But at some point, he lost his internet connection and told me he wasn’t familiar with the roads we are going to take. His Waze (GPS application) wasn’t working, so I assured him that I’m very familiar with the way. But then, HE WAS MOTIONING ME TO LOOK AT THE DIRECTIONS ON HIS PHONE, AND YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHERE HIS PHONE WAS — RIGHT THERE IN HIS CROTCH.

So Michael Angelo was pointing at his phone placed at that very strategic place and was inviting me to look at it. Ayayayayay! So as a dutiful passenger, I did. I moved my head closer to his crotch, to his phone. “Wala ngang connection” was all I could mutter. I sniffed the area too, of course (walang amoy).

And since he gave me authority to fiddle with his phone, I motioned my arms towards his crotch, err, his phone. “Diretso ka lang, malayo pa tayo kakaliwa.” I turned my head to gaze at him, and he was looking directly at my eyes. He had those curious, glazed eyes. Shit.

I broke the “tension” by asking him “at ganito talaga ang pwesto natin? Amoy na amoy ko na betlog mo!” He mustered a faint laugh and a cute, meaningful smile. I was no longer at ease with my position. I then lightly tapped his thigh…

Nope. I won’t be shitting where this boy is getting his income. My experience with straight men – let them do the first move. The first OBVIOUS move. And I am not planning to be blocked by this reliable car hailing service should all these signals he was giving prove to be just all figments of my imagination.

Throughout the remainder of the trip, I just kept a friendly chit chat with Michael Angelo. I tried to get to know him – he’s 26, lives in a city near me, and was glad to reach the area where I live, which he has heard of before but has not visited. You are more than welcome here man!

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Kwentong Itlog 2:

I asked Michael Angelo to drop me in a grocery (which was not really my original drop-off point) because I had to pick up some stuff I forgot from last weekend’s grocery list.

While scanning my items, the cashier and the bagger (a girl and boy, respectively), inspected the eggs I had in my cart. However, the cashier haphazardly opened the carton, prompting the bagger to comment, “Kaya ka nababasagan ng itlog eh!” He then shared a story that happened some weeks ago when the cashier broke a dozen eggs doing the same thing.

“Hindi ako marunong humawak ng itlog eh.”

“Teh!!! Mas marunong pa akong humawak ng itlog sa iyo! Tuturuan kita daliiii!!!”

“Hindi ako marunong humawak ng itlog eh.” she shyly confessed. The bagger and I let out a boisterous laugh. And in my most bakla tone “Teh!!! Mas marunong pa akong humawak ng itlog sa iyo! Tuturuan kita daliiii!!!” The corporate trainer in me took over, so proceeded to demonstrate how to handle the eggs properly. “Huwag mo kasing binubulatlat ng biglaan, mababasag talaga ang itlog! Dahan-dahan, huwag sunggab nang sunggab! At huwag mong bibiglain, baka magulat sa iyo!”

The cashier was genuinely thankful for the egg-handling lesson. “Salamat po, balik kayo!”

Reader post 01: Paulo’s first time

Hello!

I am really glad to receive some nice messages and testimonials from our wonderful readers. Here’s one from Paulo:

My first time in Jason Spa (Sto. Domingo, QC branch) was with a guy named Omar.

I have been really eager to try Jason’s out – a spa with guys and services like that. It might also be my first ever experience to have sex with a guy.

Omar priced his ES at P1,500. I was so curious about the “proceedings,” so I eagerly said yes to his price.

Omar fingered my butthole for quite some time – so, this is how being butt-fingered feels like. He also masturbated me at the same time. He was so good I came in no time!

Omar then asked me if I wanted to give him a blowjob, but I refused as I felt that what he did was already enough.

But what I was expecting was for him to fuck me in the butt – the foremost reason I went there and why I wanted to try the whole experience.

Since I was really eager to be fucked, I went there a second time, on a morning. Omar, unfortunately, wasn’t there, so I got another guy. This time, I tried to give the guy a blowjob.

The sensation of his dick in my mouth felt weird, but in a good way. The only downer, however, was that his dick easily limped – limped so bad he couldn’t penetrate me! He just masturbated me to finish me off. Poor, disappointed me.

I am now based outside of the Philippines. There are spas here with masseuses, but no masseurs. Despite my near-hit experiences, I have to admit, I miss being manhandled by guys.

– Paulo, October 5, 2015

(Some parts edited for brevity and clarity.)

 

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Dear Paulo,

Thank you for sharing your experience. I’m glad that you somehow cherish your first time with a guy! It takes some time really to look for the perfect masseur who can bring you what you want. But that’s ok – once you meet him, don’t let him go! Ingat ka dyan abroad.

– Ken

 

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Anyway, readers might get confused over the P1500 fee of Jason’s Spa. From what I have gathered, the Sto. Domingo/Retiro branch indeed charged differently. But this branch has since closed down – only the Cubao branch remain (as of this writing).

 

 

Do people still read blogs?

Do people still read blogs?

I hope people still do!

If you are here, thank you!

I actually have a lot of archived articles for you guys to read (some strewn in my drafts and some in my mind hahaha)

After a lot of whirlwind events in my life in 2015 (losing my long-time job, getting a new job and moving to Singapore, being assigned in Manila, doing an entirely different work now, investing in a business, personal events in between), I really am apologetic to fail to write for you guys.

Babawi ako! 🙂

The celebrity edition

Whenever friends ask me about my “conquests,” ie. partners, dates, hires, or one-nighters, I actually have difficulty describing how they look like vividly, and I usually resort to saying that “the guy I met looks a teeny bit like this so-and-so celebrity”. While it is convenient to keep a proof of tryst like photos or videos, I respect the other guy by not keeping any, unless with full consent. In this time of insta-scandals, you’ll never know where your virtual traces would end up.

I have also been asked several times what “types” I get attracted to. To give you some visuals, here’s my list of celebrities who I find hot:

CE-0925. Vince Ferraren – Model Citizen
24. Orlando Sol – Brown Muscle
23. John Spainhour – Mister World
22. Haroun Morales – Brief Baron
21. Albert Adrales, M.D. – Dashing Doctor

CE-0820. Eddie Mendez – Fitness Fabio
19. Leonardo Litton – Brazen Boldie
18. Jay-R – Kinky Crooner
17. Hermann Weber – Sultry Swimmer
16. Raymond Lim – Fast Flasher

CE-0715. Luis Manzano – Man for All Seasons
14. Yves Flores – Homely Homie
13. Hayden Kho, Jr., M.D. – Daring Dermatologist
12. Cogie Domingo – 90s Dreamboat
11. Lharby Policarpio – Sizzling Start-Up

CE-0610. Aljur Abrenica – Hammed Up and Wooden
Lack of acting talent aside, he is hot. And yes, he endorsed a hotdog brand!
9. Geoff Eigenmann – Handsome Heavyweight
We can never go wrong cuddling a fluffy bear.

CE-058. JE Sison – Jailbird
Didn’t we all love a bad boy at some point? Watch his kinkiest (and only?) movie role here.
7. David Chua – Geeky Chinito
At some point, we loved a brooding, silent, underdog.

CE-046. Xian Lim – High-Snob Cutie
We know rumors of his “attitude,” but we can’t deny that he’s a multi-talented cutie.
5. Arron Villaflor – Masculine & Manyaman
Kapampangan hottie deliciously reminds you of your childhood buddy. Catch his armpit-and-nipple goodness here.

CE-034. Rodjun Cruz – Dancing King
Tall boy comes with terrific dancefloor moves. Disclaimer: I once had a partner that looked like Rodjun.
3. Jaime Sy – Hair Raiser
Two-in-one: Sweeps you off your feet and gets your hair done.

CE-022. Jeron Teng – The Sportsman
Basketball baby got me dribblin’ all the time.

CE-011. Alden Richards – Bedimpled Bae
Cutie got me holed up in his dimples.

But if you’re going to ask me if I prefer foreigners, well, not so much. I only have my eyes set on this terrific Thai cutie Mario Maurer:
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Disclaimer: Nope, I’m not replacing RDDantes soon, lol.

All photos are owned and courtesy of their respective owners, photographers, publications, and uploaders.

Leg cramps

I used to experience frequent leg cramps when I did a lot of running, around 2010. And as I have mentioned earlier, I discovered the joys of getting a massage around the same time.

I never really knew what to do with my leg cramps, especially when I wake up with a jolting pain because of it. (Know more about leg cramps here.)

It was only during an ES encounter with Josh, my then-regular masseur, that I learned what to do.

Another leg cramping episode happened, of all times, while we were in the middle of ES lovemaking! It was really crazy because we were almost at the climax then (he was on top, romancing me) when the unfortunate event happened. I writhed in pain, and just like clockwork, he went to my aching leg and flexed my foot to ease the pain, just like this:

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Imagine: I’m the guy in yellow, and Josh, in red. We were buck-naked. For a brief moment, he did a legit PT on me.

Fortunately, I recovered. According to him, he learned the maneuver while playing basketball.

He was, indeed, my all-around physical therapist at that time.

Second time’s a charm

Jayson of Jason's Spa

21 June 2015

Whenever you are satisfied by a certain product or service, your tendency is to get the product again for a repeat purchase or a second helping.

Such was the case with Jason’s Spa’s Jayson when I got him over the weekend.

Jayson of Jason's Spa

I first encountered Jayson earlier this year, the second masseur in my four-boy “spascapade” during a week-long holiday in January (more about this soon). I heard that there were new boys on board at Jason’s, so I made a plan to visit it to check them out. At the same time, I am now into “hotel-hopping,” a habit I got from traveling frequently these past few months, so I checked in at the Miami branch of New York Hotel, located just beside the spa’s building, to see what’s in there (it’s my new thing – I’ll write about the hotel soon!) and decided to have the service there. I freshened up before hopping over to Jason’s.

It was half past two in the afternoon, and if you know me, this isn’t the usual time I visit spas. Upon arriving at the unit, I was greeted by Manong Paul, their caretaker. Due to the time, he explained that most boys, like Andy and Jeff, were still asleep (the boys catch up on sleep from late mornings to early afternoons, which are their lean time); while the controversial Brian, who I was hoping to get, just left to go to the mall. The only boys that were available were Jayson, Zander, Paul, and Kenneth (the latter three are the new boys). I hesitated, at the last minute, to get a new boy (which was the reason I was there), so I chose Jayson.

I do not really ask a lot from my masseurs – but early on during the encounter, I clarify with my masseurs about my particulars (be generous with the lotion, medium pressure on my upper half, soft pressure on the lower part; and if I’m getting extra, a sincere and unhurried romansa, and no penetration, just ipit). I am actually easy to please and get easily blown away (others accuse me for a low standards!), but for someone who interacts with a lot of people for work on a daily basis, I can immediately tell if a service rendered is sincere or not. This is what Jayson is good at.

Despite getting him the second time, he still was a little shy when he arrived at the hotel. His quiet demeanor isn’t a turn-off really, I believe it was really his nature to be professional (or stiff, if you can call it that) upon the first few minutes of meeting. All he needed were some good start-up questions to open up, without talking too much or making the conversation all about himself. I mentioned one funny topic from a previous encounter, and he had something personal yet substantial to share about it. I love how he was polite and soft-spoken, truthful but careful with his words, and how he was able to talk about different topics without sounding like a know-it-all or rambling on and on.

Jayson of Jason's Spa

Jayson is a 19-year-old Tarlac native who grew up in a blue-collar family. At an early age, he learned and eventually mastered carpentry and masonry from his father, who is a construction worker. During our first meeting earlier this year, I noticed that he looked young but had a well-built batak body, a testament of the hard manual labor that he did before. But today, he looks even better, he now has a better haircut and his muscles are now gym-sculpted. One of our conversation topics before was about how he single-handedly did the much-needed renovation and carpentry work for Jason’s Spa (specifically, the cubicles). If you have a boy with good hands, he is a keeper.

He used those very same hands to deliver the massage I requested. He brought a bottle of lotion that smelled like Bath and Body Works’s Warm Vanilla Sugar, which coincidentally, my favorite scent. The long strokes were ok, and the pressure was just right. Honestly, I didn’t really expect much from his massage, but considering that he is relatively new to the trade, his skill is better than most masseurs with years of hustling experience. He massaged me in the nude, but refrained from doing naughty things, like making sensual strokes in my erogenous zones or by cupping his balls using my feet, as what most seasoned bad boys do. He kept the massage clean and professional. Another remarkable thing about this boy, which has already been mentioned by some of his other customers, is that his cock is already big and fat while still flaccid, probably around 4.5 inches long, and around 6.5 inches hard.

As I was about to request that he massage me while I lie at my back, he went straight to the next thing. He mounted me at my back and planted kisses in my neck and the area of my shoulder blades. He lubricated my perineum with lotion, and proceeded to do the same with his cock, jacking it a little to make it stiff. He then slipped his cock in between my buttcheeks and enjoyed thrusting it there. He then slipped his hands under my chest, and proceeded to fondle my pectorals and nipples, while I tried to pull my chest up. He took time humping my rump, nibbling my nape and blowing hot air there, all while keeping his hands busy touching parts of my body.

I used my tongue and chin to pleasure him…and he rewarded me with some leg twitches, a confused laugh, and a moan.

I asked him to lie down so I could do my work. My first business was to kiss him. He didn’t turn away his mouth, and he let me enjoy his lips and tongue. He kissed like a high school boyfriend, the one where you could feel a delicate response using his soft lips and fairly-confident tongue. His smooth, young body was a delight to be explored, something you would look forward to kiss and lick. I went through his neck and his chest, and nibbled his nipples. He let me give a tongue bath on his armpits (something that I have only recently been learning to enjoy), triceps, as well as worship his biceps. Kissing him down, I explored his abs, which, according to him, he has been trying to develop; his thighs, down to his knees. I alternately used my tongue and chin to pleasure him in this area, and he rewarded me with some leg twitches, a confused laugh, and a moan.

Jayson of Jason's Spa

Now that I have already touched where he is tickled most, I went to his balls and shaft, the latter now fully erect and skewed upward a little to the left. I kissed the head of his cock, slowly going around the shaft, until I put it inside my mouth and let my tongue do all the work. He had a nice-smelling and nice-looking cock, the skin color is even, no weird skin protrusions, no scary veins. Probably excited to reach climax, he held on to his cock and started jacking it off. With that, I went to his balls and perineum, and once again let my tongue do all the work. He had very sparse hair in his pubic area, which made it easy for me to devour him down there (Fact: I don’t appreciate hairy beasts).

Not too long after, he whispered that he was about to cum. Unlike what I usually do (where I pin down my partner’s hands and let my mouth take over by giving a vigorous blow job), I let him jack himself off until he came. In my previous encounter with him (or almost all of the guys I have been to bed with, for that matter) wherein I welcomed his cum inside my mouth and swallow it all, I let him spurt his manjuice in his abdomen. Not one to waste produce, I licked some of it, and enjoyed the taste – it was like a perfectly-textured, 2-minute soft-boiled egg. Creamy!

After a little while, he proceeded to pleasure me by nibbling my nipples and jacking me off. I just laid there motionless, trying to savor the sensation of that moment. He then lubricated our cock and proceeded to do the ipit. Being lanky, there was not much of him to hug him, which was sayang. He was thrusting and giving it all, but I just wasn’t feeling it (oh my, something’s wrong with me!!!). I just asked him to go back to our previous position, and I let him finish me off.

Maybe I was feeling tired that afternoon because after the deed, I just retreated under the sheets. But then, Jayson laid beside me and hugged me. Ah, he loves to cuddle nga pala, something that actually surprised me during our first encounter. I held him in my arms and enjoyed the tight embrace.

Jayson of Jason's Spa

Therapist: Jayson
Spa: Jason’s Spa, Room 201, Timbol Building, Albany Street corner Aurora Boulevard, Quezon City
Landmarks: It shares the same building as Philippine Business Bank and Greg Timbol Interiors. The nearest landmarks are a Flying V petrol station and Toyota Cubao.
Operation Hours: 24 Hours (Call for appointment)
Spa Rate: P1000 (In-House); P1500++ (Outcall)
Parking: Yes

Therapist’s overall physical appeal: 8.5/10
Demeanor: 9/10
Massage Skills: 8/10
ES: 9/10
Spa’s Facility: 8/10 (First time); n/a (Second time, due to outcall)