Friday, May 17, 2013

Massage Experience in KL

K I took a long time to decide if I wanted to share this. Sometimes memories are just too painful to relive through words, and what I experienced would fall into that category, but yes I decided it would be therapeutic to share so here we go.

I was in Kl a couple of months for the Urbanscape Festival to see Sigur Ros and also just hang out. It was a weekend so my friends and I decided to go for a massage. We found this decent looking massage place near a shopping mall and decided to check it out. There were around 5 of us so we were not very hopeful that we would all get masseuses but thankfully they did. Just as I was getting ready, the owner came up to me and said they only had a guy available for me, and whether I would mind having a guy massage me.

Well I never had a guy massage me before, and I was hesitant. But after thinking about it for a while, I figured it wouldn't be that bad. Little did I know what I was in for.

I went into the room. A rather good looking guy with a beaming smile awaited me. He asked me to strip. I did , to my boxers. He then asked me to take off the boxers. I asked him if there was any disposable undies I could use. He said I don't need it.

K this is probably the point where I should have said something like "no I will keep my boxers on thank you". I don't know why I didn't. Maybe I was tired. Maybe it was the strange tasting tea they gave me prior to the massage that had a inhibition-lowering effect. I don't know. So I stripped naked and lied down.

So the massage started rather innocently, he started with my legs. It was really good. His strong arms kneaded and probed my tired legs , releasing the tension within them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tingling sensations, the soreness in my muscles slowly dissipating. He started to work on my thighs. I started to doze off. Everything was good. And then it happened.

Contact. There was contact. I jerked awake and looked down. K relax, I said to myself. It was just an accident. That's what you get for having a huge penis. And then it happened again. And again.

I have to say this is the first thing I remember another dude touching my junk, and it was not a pleasant experience. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. It was little brushes but still it felt awkward as hell. I could have at this time just said "Alright I think I need my boxers" or something, but I lay there frozen. Maybe it was the emotional trauma of being molested, I really don't know. I started to tell myself that this was normal, that I was just overreacting. But deep inside I knew I was lying to myself.

Thankfully after 30 mins he moved on to the other parts of the body. But by then I was too traumatised to relax. I just lay there, eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling while he finished what he started. At the end of it , I put my clothes on and quietly left the room, not looking back at all. I just wanted to get away from him, get away as far as I could.

So yes that will be my first and last massage by a guy like ever.