So, I’m back with another spa story—because why not, right? Since I’ve been working hybrid in Makati, my boss needed me in the office last weekend. After my first spa experience at South Point, I’ve been on a mission to check out other branches to see if the vibe holds up. And lucky for me, I’ve been trying to find any excuse to go back to the spa. My latest excuse? Well, besides just wanting to chill out, my shoulders had been feeling like bricks last week, so I convinced myself I needed a massage. The perfect plan was set.

After wrapping up work around 6 p.m., I strolled around Salcedo, hunting for something to eat. I found a cozy spot for dinner, but let’s be real—when the Salmon Steak came out, tasty? Yes. But the portion? It was almost as small as my patience at this point, especially its price. Maybe it was the universe telling me not to overeat before a massage (and other activities, if you know what I mean). By the time I finished dinner, it was already around 7:15 p.m.

Here’s where the struggle began—it was raining, and you know the holy trinity of motortaxi apps: MoveIt, Angkas, and JoyRide were nowhere to be found. So, I booked a Grab to take me from Salcedo to Infinity Spa Makati, which was only about 1.5 to 2 kilometers away. It was a chill, rainy night, and honestly, all I wanted was to melt into that massage bed and forget my stiff shoulders ever existed.

When I arrived, the first thing that hit me was the place—it’s inside this gated area that gives off serious factory compound vibes, lol. Of course, I walked into the wrong building first (classic me) until the guard pointed me in the right direction. “Sir sa loob ng gate yung Infinity pasok kayo dun.” he said. Fine, no problem. So, after walking through a dimly lit gate in the rain, I finally made it to the building.

But wait—before you get your relaxation on, there’s paperwork! Yep, I had to sign in with my name, time of entry, purpose of visit, you name it. All for a spa, but whatever, I respect the protocol. At this point, it was already 7:40, still drizzling, and it felt like a scene straight out of a suspense movie as I walked through that dark area. But once I saw the stairs, I knew I was close. The spa was on the second floor, so I went up and finally found it—my little oasis for the night.

Once inside, I booked an 8:30 p.m. session, and the receptionist immediately asked if I’d prefer the combi massage or the Apollo. Last time, I had tried the combi, which was incredible for relaxing my muscles. But tonight, I wanted something different, something with a bit more… edge. So, I opted for the Apollo.

Now, I knew it was supposed to be a sensual massage, but I wasn’t quite prepared for just how sensual it was going to be.

Before I even stepped in, I noticed a huge sign that read, "Strictly No Extra Service!" And honestly, I felt a bit relieved after what happened during my first traumatic masseur experience at South Point. So, with that comfort in mind, I walked in, already knowing the routine. As you enter, there’s this hallway—lit up like some kind of rainbow tunnel—definitely extra, but I couldn't help but smirk at the vibe. I went straight to the locker room, took off my shirt, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stripped down. Luckily, the place wasn’t too crowded; the locker room was completely separate from the shower and sauna area, which is probably where all the guys were at the time.

It was a nice change from South Point, where the shower area is only a hallway away from the lockers. Overall, the place felt more welcoming.

I headed into the shower, but before I could even get into the mood, this cute guy walked right past me. I could tell he was checking me out—his peripheral glances didn’t go unnoticed—though I was guilty of the same. He seemed to be in a hurry though, so I let him go and enjoyed a nice, hot, relaxing shower.

After that, feeling clean and fresh, I walked into the sauna. Now, this sauna room was something else. It was like a maze in there, the only light coming from the shower area outside. Honestly, the first time through, I was just bumping into tiles left and right. But eventually, I found the wooden room lit with a warm yellow glow. There were two sections—one had the light on, sort of a chill-out area where you could see people come and go. The further section was where the real wooden sauna was, and that’s where I headed.

Inside, three guys were already sitting there. With my poor eyesight, I could only make out the basics—let’s just say they were more on the "Daddy" side. I sat down, hoping the steam would start working its magic, but it wasn’t quite hot enough. Still, I hung out for a good 15 minutes, stretching and trying to relax.

I eventually left the sauna to rinse off in the shower, and by this time, more people had started gathering. There was a pretty diverse crowd—some big muscular guys, some older men in their 30s or 40s, and even some twinks and twunks aka (my people hahaha). After my shower, I noticed a blue-lit room next to the wooden sauna, so I decided to check it out.

It turned out to be another shower room, which connected to a tiled sauna. I went in for a quick cold rinse before venturing into the tiled sauna to check out the scene. Before you can enter, there’s a plastic strip curtain to keep the heat inside, and it took me a minute to navigate my way through. Those strips were huge, and I’m sure anyone inside could see me struggling through the curtain, lit up from the outside.

Once I got in, I saw it was an L-shaped, red-tiled sauna. The heat was just right, and I found a spot in the corner of the bench. The first few minutes were calm, with everyone quietly relaxing. I settled into the warmth, letting my body loosen up, but then I felt someone sit down beside me. A guy gave me a familiar hand-tap signal, but I wasn’t quite ready for that. I politely took his hand and placed it back on his lap—my way of saying, not now.

A few minutes later, I heard some unmistakable noises—the kind that makes it clear things were getting deep in their throats. When I opened my eyes, there were four guys deeply enjoying each other’s company right next to me. I had to give them credit—they were making the most of their time, but I still wasn’t in the mood... Yet.

I stepped out for another shower just in time to hear the watchman calling out for everyone who had booked the 8:30 massage. It was already 8:25, and my room was room 8, located at the end of the hallway, tucked into the corner.

Once I stepped into the massage room, I stripped down and laid on the bed, waiting for my masseur to arrive. When he finally came in, he had a calm, soothing presence—his voice was soft and steady, which put me at ease. After some small talk about whether it was my first time and if I had just come from work, I was ready to relax. Lying face down with my head in the massage hole, I was prepared for the session ahead.

To my surprise, the masseur gently pulled the towel off my body, leaving me completely exposed. Now, I wasn’t embarrassed or anything; I was in pretty good shape, so I felt confident. Plus, I just wanted to relax, so I let him do his thing. Then, he whispered, "Sir, okay lang spanking?" I wasn’t exactly shocked, but it’s always a bit jarring to hear someone ask that in real life. Trying to stay cool, I said, "Yes kuys go lang."

Then he followed up with, "Ser, ma-oil tong Apollo ah." I thought, sure, oil massages are pretty standard—but I wasn’t ready for what came next. This man didn’t just apply oil; he squirted it all over my body, especially on my butt. The massage itself was firm, with his hands gliding over my back, shoulders, and arms in long, slippery strokes. I was slowly starting to relax when—spank—the first one landed. It caught me off guard, and I let out an involuntary moan. The masseur made a hissing sound, almost like he was trying to add a bit of drama to the moment, but honestly, it didn’t quite have the desired effect. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself; his efforts to turn me on were not really hitting the mark.

About a quarter of the way through the massage, things took a more sensual turn. His hand slid down and began softly teasing my balls while his other hand traced patterns on my ass. At that point, I couldn’t ignore the shift in energy. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, and I found myself getting hard without even meaning to. What really surprised me was when his hand moved from my balls up to my stomach, then all the way to my nipples. He teased my left nipple with his slippery fingers while his right hand tapped on my dick.

Now, here’s the thing—I can handle a lot, but nipple play is definitely my weakness. I could feel myself getting more aroused, but I tried to hold back. I didn’t want to seem too into it. After all, this guy could just be doing his job, and I didn’t want to make him feel awkward, especially if he wasn’t into it or if he was just trying to earn his pay.

The massage continued, with him adding soft moans into the mix—probably trying to heat things up further—but honestly, it had the opposite effect. His sounds didn’t match the vibe, and instead of turning me on, it started to pull me out of the experience. Still, I went with the flow.

In the end, it was clear that the Apollo massage was more about arousing you than providing actual muscle relief. And while I wasn’t totally opposed to that, it wasn’t really what I came for. If I were to rate it, I’d give it a 5.5 out of 10. It was an okay experience if you’re looking to be turned on, but if you want your muscles worked on, the Combi massage is a much better choice.

So, if you're thinking about trying this for the first time, I’d suggest starting with the Combi massage. Get a feel for the place before diving into the Apollo. It's a different vibe entirely.

At the end of it all, despite the mix of emotions and sensations, I tipped my masseur because he was polite and professional throughout. He even walked me back to the locker room, which was a nice touch. So, shoutout to him for making the experience better!

**If you’re waiting for the real action, buckle up—this is going to be a ride.*\*

I headed straight to the cold shower, joined by a few guys rinsing off after what I can only hope were some relaxing combi massages. After washing away the excess oil, I strolled back to the wooden sauna. I wasn’t just there to relax—I was hoping for a little more action if fate decided to play along.

The sauna was already packed with about six of us in there. With no seats left, I stood, stretching out my muscles. Now, here’s the thing—I’ve got no shame when it comes to doing my own thing, so I started doing my usual stretches. I was silhouetted by the light from outside, and I couldn’t help but notice that everyone else in the sauna was, well… watching. Not surprising, really. Maybe the way I stretched my back with my arms pulling behind me, exposing my shaved pits, looked a little too sensual. I wasn’t trying to show off, but clearly, they found something entertaining about the way I moved.

Finally, someone left, and I took their spot. Letting out a deep, satisfied moan, I leaned back against the wooden wall, feeling the heat seeping into my skin. My head tilted up, hands resting on my thighs, I let the warmth soak in. Just as I was getting comfortable, the guy next to me tapped me on the shoulder. I glanced at him—an average-built guy in his mid-30s to early 40s. He wasn’t bad-looking, just not my type. I’m more into guys around my age, early to mid-20s. So, I gently moved his hand back to his lap, giving him a polite decline.

I went back to relaxing, closing my eyes and letting the heat work its magic. Not even 30 seconds later, the same guy started caressing my shoulders. I tried to ignore him, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, but he just couldn’t take the hint. Before I knew it, he was kissing my shoulder. Putang ina hahaha. I wasn’t exactly being harassed, but this guy was pushing his luck. So, I stood up, shot him a look, and headed out for another shower.

As I stepped into the maze-like shower area, he followed me. Of course, he did. He even started touching my legs and crotch, whispering, “Tara sa labas na shower tayo.”

Now, I wasn’t feeling harassed—if I needed to, I could handle myself. But seriously, this guy was just not getting all these hints. So, I pulled on my towel and pretended to lead him outside. He seemed eager enough, getting lost in the maze as I made my move but instead of following him, I slipped into the tiled sauna. Gotcha Mothafucka hahaha.

After a good five minutes of peace, relaxing in the sauna, guess who showed up? Yep, Mr. Persistent. Even though the room was dark, I recognized him by the double bracelet on his left hand. I had one of those "Ah, shit, here we go again" moments. But this time, he finally took the hint and left me alone.

After a few more rounds between the sauna and the cold shower, I was getting ready to leave. As I walked toward the sauna, I passed by a cute twunk who was just stepping out. He gave me a quick look up and down, and in my head, I thought, damn, he’s cute. For a second, I considered following him, but I didn’t want to make it too obvious, so I went inside.

But not long after, guess who shows up again? Yep, the twunk. He stood by the plastic curtains, clearly looking for me. When I stepped out, our eyes met, and he stared at me like I was the only guy there. Target locked, I thought. I gave him a follow me look and he did.

Just as we made our way out, of course, the persistent dude reappeared, thinking he was the one I had been signaling. Behind him was my twunk. It was like a bad comedy sketch—me, the twunk, and the guy who just wouldn’t quit.

But I wasn’t having it. I quickly pulled the twunk into the shower and shot Mr. Persistent a death stare. Defeated, he finally left.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I told the my guy that good thing he showed up. Because the guy’s been following me around for an hour. He even thought he was the one I wanted to hook up with! We both laughed, the tension easing.

The moment we were alone in the shower, this guy wasted no time. He started kissing me, moving from my lips to my neck, down to my chest, and then my shoulders. I was hard as a rock. This guy was seriously cute, and the way he licked at my nipples? Heaven. His soft tongue sent shivers through me every time it made contact. He leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Can I lick your pits?”

I mean, who am I to say no? As a generous man, I flexed my arms and gave him what he asked for. He licked my hairless pits, worshipping my muscles as if they were sacred. Then, he went back to teasing my nipples—honestly, it was the perfect combination. I was fully turned on by this point, so I grabbed his head and kissed him roughly, pushing him down to his knees.

Slowly, he made his way down my body, licking from my nipples to my abs, then down to my belly button, and finally, to my balls. I swear, this guy’s tongue had some sort of magic. While his hands played with my nipples, I was weak, totally under his spell. My horny brain took over, and without even thinking, I blurted, “Be a good boy and suck me, please.” Now, I don’t call just anyone “good boy,” but this guy was special.

He grinned and started sucking me off, and damn, he knew what he was doing. His technique was perfect, teasing me with every stroke. Before long, I felt the tension building. I was close. So, I politely asked, “Can I cum on your face?”

To my surprise, he looked up at me with those innocent eyes and said, “Sa bibig ko please.”

With a devilish grin, I started fucking his mouth, going harder and harder. His eyes pleaded for me to go easy, but honestly, I was too far gone. I kept going, chasing my own pleasure until I felt the buildup hit its peak. He took it all—every drop. Not a single bit of my load went to waste.

And then, post-nut clarity hit. Oh no. Embarrassment washed over me for all the filthy things I’d done to this cute, innocent-looking twunk. But hey, he deserved it, right? I leaned in and gave him a kiss, thanking him silently for being such a good boy.

We had a little small talk while we showered, cooling down from the heat of the moment. I asked him what his plans were, and he told me he was heading to his friend’s birthday after this. I considered asking him for one last round in the sauna before we parted ways, but since he had somewhere to be, I didn’t want to hold him up. Instead, I asked if he wanted to connect on Instagram.

Thankfully, he said yes. After our shower, I walked him to his locker room, and we chatted a bit more before he went off to change. We hugged, and I thanked him again, as I went back inside.

Feeling drained but satisfied, I went back into the sauna one last time before wrapping up my spa adventure and heading home. It was one hell of a day, and now, we're friends on Instagram. Who knows what might happen next?

And if you've made it this far, I wanna hear your spa story. What’s yours? :p