Building 12 | II

Building 12 | Melbourne

Surely, it didn't took long. The door swung open one after another, and footsteps were heard, steadily heading straight towards the last stall. Door locked, and sound of backpack being unloaded. A Student. I was hoping for a old, dodgy looking guy so the red-shirt-guy would leave his stall and let someone new have it. But lucky for him, he got his prize when the guy in the last stall unlocked his door - as an invitation for the red shirt guy to join him.

As soon as they locked themselves in, I went and took over the middle cubicle and peeked over one of the holes on the wall. The new guy was young, skinny and blonde, a normal looking guy, but not my type. He was sitting on the toilet while going down on Reddie's cock. Another guy came walking in and took the first stall. I stopped watching them in action stood still, with my pants down to my ankle and my hands covering my already hard cock. I knew by looking at the shadows on the floor, the guy who just came in was adjusting himself to look over the peep hole, and under the stall. I wasn't sure if I should look back to acknowledge I was also cruising or just wait. I'm passive like that. I usually wait for people to make the move.

I decided to check him out - a cute looking guy I assumed to be a student, wearing a simple white tee shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. I was disappointed when he went out of his stall and started peeking into the last stall through the gap between the door and the wall. Reddie unlocked the door to invite the new guy in but I guess he wasn't interested and turned to peeked at my door instead. I took the chance to show him my 6.5 - inch cock and was rewarded with a soft knock on the door. Score. I stood there, watching him unzip his jeans, revealing his beautiful uncut Australian meat.

As soon as I got the first taste of his piss, sweat and precum covered cock, the restroom door squeaked again and someone walked in, taking the first stall and took a piss. I squatted on the toilet quietly, worried that the guy next door might be just a regular user. My guy pointed at his cock to tell me to get back to work as he bend slightly to peep over to the guy next to us and gave me thumbs up. Another cruiser. I sat back down and continued working on his cock while he would constantly peek over to the stall next to us. The next thing I knew was that he stopped me to unlock the door to let another the other guy in. Older, 30ish, handsome, dark haired man wearing a blue button up and suit pants with a briefcase in his hand. We exchanged quick smile and I went back to work on cutie's cock. That man whipped out a massive cock, it's must've been around 7.5 inches, thick and hairy. Cutie made way for him to come closer and I moved from cutie's cock to the hairy cock, taking it all in my mouth while my left hand work on cutie's cock. Cutie then went down on his knees and started sucking on that man's balls and slowly taking over his cock from  my mouth, sharing the meat.

He pulled cutie up and turned him over to face the wall, spat on his own cock and slid it in. I leaned back, watching cutie get fucked slowly - while I work on my own cock. Cutie then reach down for my cock and slowly slide his finger into my whole. I lift my legs a little and spread it a little wider so he could go deeper. Few minutes later, hairy pulled out and shot a few loads on the floor, between cutie's legs. He wiped himself and left us in the cubicle, smiling. I stood up as soon as Cutie locked the door behind him and turned around, both hand pressing against the wall, arched my back and waited. His left hand found support on my lower back as I feel his foreskin roll back as he slowly enter my hole. I couldn't help myself, moaning quietly in between his thrusts.

The door opened again, footsteps coming in, but at this point, I couldn't care less who was coming in, or out. I knew for a fact that I was close to cumming as Cutie paced up with his thrusts. He wrapped both of his arms around me and leaned in to kiss my back as he fucked me, breathing heavily, I was sure anybody in the toilet would've heard it.  His pounding stopped and he collapsed on top of me - his arms still wrapped around my waist. He came. "Sorry mate". He whispered, still holding on to me. "No worries". "You alright?"  I nodded "Yeah". He went down on his knees again "I want your cum". It didn't took me long as I worked a few loads into his mouth. 

We cleaned up and left the toilet. "I'm Brad. Where you heading?" He asked as soon as we were out of Building 12. 2:27 pm. I was way late for my 2 pm workshop. "Probably grab a late lunch," after deciding that I should just skip the workshop, and that I was starving. "I'll join  you".

Part I

Building 12 | I

I lived in Melbourne for 6 years from 2000 - 2006 - spent four years doing my undergrad and another three semesters completing my post-grad program in RMIT's City Campus; particularly Building 57, if you are interested.

Before grindr even existed, I used to have a faceless profile on aussiemen with a simple description that reads RMIT City Campus. I wasn't sure what I was trying to achieve from it.  Maybe, somehow, I was hoping that someone would message me despite my incomplete profile. I got a text a day after saying "Meet at Building 12 lvl 6 2pm ?"

Building 12 . What's there?; quiet offices, and of course the toilets. It wasn't that hard to make the connection.

I planned on checking Builidng 12 before my class at 10 the next morning but I was already almost late when I arrived at the campus so I headed for Building 57 instead.

11:49am. Class ends. I told my friends that I'm skipping lunch because I had to take care of my Student Visa and sneaked off to Building 12. I went up the stairs upon entering the door on Swanstons Street side. I wasn't sure if I've got the right door but decided to just check it out. I started exploring Level 6. It was a long corridor with closed doors - and it looked empty, and quiet. Suddenly there was a squeaking sound of doors opening and slamming shut. A guy walked out to the corridor hastily. We managed a quick eye contact and left in a huff. That must be it.

It was the great kind of toilet that had double sets of doors - and that kind that makes a loud squeaking sound that you could easily hear when someone was entering, to give you enough time to recover from whatever action was going on in the stalls. The door opens up to a brightly lit room - the urinals on the left followed by the stalls with black marble-like partition.There was a gap between the partition and the floor - tall enough for you to reach under and over, but not enough to put your cock through.

The first stall was empty. The second and third one had closed door. I went into the first cubical, put my backpack on the floor, drop my pants and waited. Silence. I can feel that the guys next to me are waiting too. I slowly lean down and peek under the partition to my left. Two pairs of legs, both pants down, the one directly to my left was wearing a black leather shoe and the one on the last tall was wearing a pair of white Adidas sneakers. I leaned over to the wall and peeked through one of the many tiny peek holes on the wall. The guy next to me was wearing striking red button up shirt and he had both of his hands resting on his thigh, covering his cock. He looked to be in his mid 20's, decent looking- and probably not a student judging from his attire. I guess he must've sensed that I was peaking at him, as it was pretty obvious when I moved my head over to lean on the wall, it casts a shadow on the floor.

He leaned in and out eyes met - but he didn't look long enough. Moments later there was sound of him moving and when I leaned down and looked over again, he was down on his knees jacking on himself, and the guy on the last cubical had reached over and started fingering him. I guess I must have interrupted them when I walked in as it didn't take long for them to get right into action. They got interrupted again and quickly jumped back to their seat as someone walked in the toilet. The new guy walked quietly towards the stalls and stood outside and waited. I waited for about 10 minutes but both of them seemed unwilling to give up their stalls so I decided to leave.

The guy waiting outside was cute. A little baby fat but on the muscular side.  Bright blue eyes, short curly hairs and looked fit. He looked right at me, and kept his glance as he walked into the stall, leaving the door closed but not locked. I took the signal and pushed the door gently open and he was sitting there, flashing his adorable smile at me. He grabbed me on my pants and leaned in for a quick kiss on my lips while unbuckling my belt and went down on my average asian-inch cock as soon as my pants dropped. He stopped and peaked over to the guy one the other stall and smiled. I guess he must be really enjoying the attention. He took a condom out from his back pocket and held it between his lips before pulling down his pants. Am I getting fucked? I thought to myself. He unwrapped the condom, rolled it down to my cock without saying a word, bent over and spread his butt cheek apart and I let my cock slide in with a little bit of saliva as lube. I guess I was too carried away with fucking him that I only realize that the guy next door was looking over the partition after a good 5 minutes of pounding. I wasn't sure if the guy next to him left but he was enjoying what he saw and it turned me on just as much.

After another 5 to 10  minutes of fucking, he suddenly stood up straight and pulled himself out from my cock. There were a few large drops of creamy cum on the floor. He came. I took the condom off as he turned around and whispered softly to me.

Do you wanna cum?

Nah, it's alright.

Alright, cheers mate. See you around.  He buttoned his jeans, adjusted his shirt and walked out the toilet.

I wiped the cum off the floor continued waiting - waiting for somebody new to come, or maybe, for the red shirt guy next to me to make a move. 1:09 pm.

Guide to Hiring An Escort

Rico

The normal rate for an escort here in Malaysia usually ranges from RM150 to RM350; for a session that usually starts off with a massage and ends with you cumming - depending on where the location of the exchange, and the quality of the escort.

Local guys are usually cheaper, though I am not entirely sure what the rates are, but RM100 - RM150 should get you an outcall. I have never tried a local escort.

                                               

Foreign Asian masseur (usually from all over South East Asia, majority Indonesian) usually charge RM 200 for an outcall. Most of these guys are pretty decent looking and well-mannered but speaks very little to no English, and usually not a trained masseur like most of them claimed to be. And because there are so many of them here, it really comes down to your luck when you are dealing with the escort of your choice. From experience, it's always advisable to go for Thai and Vietnamese escorts. Indonesian comes in third, mainly because of the bad rep they usually get - and most of them tend to rush the session by giving a 10 minutes massage and proceed with a speedy hand-job till completion. And of course for the other 20%, it has been very satisfactory. But again, this is not a universal rule.

Most of these masseur have agents who brought them here. While most of them are usually only in town for a week or two, some do work here long term in a physical massage centre such as Fresh (website) in KL. I have never been to Fresh myself but I have done many out-calls with the guys that work there. And from what I was told, the rate charged at the massage centre is  inclusive of happy ending, but to what extend, depends on the masseur himself, so it is unnecessary to give tips at the end of the massage, but if you do feel good after the massage, I don't see why not be a little more generous if you think they deserved more. They pleased you after all.

                                                

Prime escorts, are usually European muscle gods and extremely good looking, and yes there seemed to be a lot of them here for some reason, usually for a few weeks. There are more of them in Singapore. It's pretty self explanatory. They cost a lot more than Asian escorts, usually starting from RM300 in-call and it could go up to an indefinite figure for out-calls and daily rates. Good thing despite the exorbitant rate is that these are professional escorts. They are well-mannered and presentable, and you almost always get what you paid for.

 

A Brief and General Guide to Hiring an Escort

Disclaimer: Based on my personal experience only.

Their profile photos : It doesn't matter where you find your escort, be it Grindr, Planet Romeo, or any other websites, always go for the ones with the least re-touching; and over the top air brushing is a big no no. No one's skin is supposed to be that smooth and shiny. I have learnt this the hard way and it is also one of the most talked about topic; when their pictures and stats are retouched beyond recognition. It might be very alluring and tempting, but most of the time you are probably going to end up feeling miserable when you see them.

Contacting Them : If you send them a text asking "what's your rate", you are probably not going to get much impression by receiving a very cold, computer generated-like reply. (i.e. 150/incall 200/outcall). Instead, give them a call, talk to them, that way you will get a very important second impression based on the way they talk. I have noticed that most Thai speaks very fast, it doesn't mean they are rushing you to make a decision, so there is no need to feel offended. 

Be clear on what you want and don't be shy to ask them if they can do what you want. Most of them will say they 'do everything' which is usually not the case. If you want to fuck, ask them if they are okay with bottoming. I have noticed that most of them don't carry a condom when they go and meet you, probably because there is a chance that you don't have one and it's only going to end with blowjobs, so if you want to fuck, be prepared, get your own rubbers. 

In most situation, they will make you cum - that's the end of their service. If you want them to cum, ask them before hiring if they are able to. You don't know how many clients they have before getting your call. If you don't but expect them to, you are probably going to be disappointed. Some will tell you they are tired and can't cum (especially if it's late in the night) So know what you want and be extremely clear. If you can settle with just a hand job, then go for it. 

Agree on a price and proceed with meeting up.

I read in a forum somewhere that a poster suggested that if you want to be sure of the person you are hiring, you should ask to meet them before sealing the deal. I have never done that, and never understood the need to do that and I am skeptical if any of them would agree to meeting prior to confirmation at risk of losing another potential client. However if that is what you want, you should be courteous, call them and ask nicely if they are free to meet you and be clear that you are still deciding. Go to them if possible. Alternatively, offer to pay for their taxi fares to come to you.

Meeting up : Enjoy and have fun.

Paying Them : Usually if the exchange was only for one short session in an outcall situation, the full payment shall be made at the end. But if you are hiring him  for the entire day or even several days, you should pay them half upon meeting up, and the rest at the end of their service. One of them had told me that they feel rude to ask for money straight up - so you should be considerate and pay them half of the agreed rate when meeting up. But I believe most of them will bring this up prior to meeting up.

When paying them, try not to bring up the rate, or even worst, try to bargain. Pass them the agreed amount and say thanks. If you feel like paying more - just give them the money, don't be an ass and say I'll pay you extra cuz you're so good. The extra they received speaks for itself. Treat this like you do with normal hookups.

Words of Advice

I've read and heard many bad things being said about escorts and most of the time it can be very insulting; after all people are paying them a lot of money. But here's the thing, you are also responsible of making the right choice. I'm not saying all my experiences were good. I've had really bad ones; some were my own mistake, some were beyond my control. 

There is one thing people should realize when engaging an escort - these guys are human, they have feelings too. It doesn't matter if you are rich and can pay a him thousands or even buy him a house. If you are butt ugly, or overly obese; the escort is probably not going to be attracted to you (subjective), much less having sex with you and it's probably going to suck. It doesn't matter how many times the escort has done it, it doesn't matter how many guys he has dealt with - there is no excuse for complaining and and bitching on an escort just because you feel  the 'sex wasn't good' because it's probably your fault too. And if your attitude sucks, it's just as bad as having an ugly face. So, look at yourself before you go about acting all high and mighty. There is no special set rules or skills when dealing with escorts. It's all basic etiquette we practice everyday - be nice and treat them how you want to be treated.

Mandi Manda | Kuala Lumpur

Establishment: Mandi Manda Sauna

Type: Men’s Sauna

Monday – Friday Hours: 5:00pm – 11:00 pm

Saturday/Sunday/Holidays Hours: 3:00pm – 11:30 pm

Entrance: RM25 (Weekends) RM20 (Weekdays)

How to get there:

Taxi:  Tell the driver to drop off at Taman Desa Business Park. ( ATSoD: It's nearby Mid Valley Megamall, unwalkable )

Address: 31 Jln 109E, Desa Business Park, Taman Desa Map Here

Tel: +60129166899

Facilities: Gym, Sauna, Steamroom, Gloryhole, Darkroom, Private Room, Cafes.

What you need to know :

The Playground's (dark room) entrance is very well hidden and if it is going to be your first time at Mandi Manda, trust me you are going to want to head there as soon as you get undressed. To enter the dark, first you must climb up two storey of stairs (you might want to check out the steam room and the dry sauna on the first floor before you head upstairs). On second floor, to your right is a gym - with basically nothing inside. Go inside the gym and turn to your right again and you will see the sacred entrance to the playground.

The Playground is where all the shit goes down.  To your left is where the private rooms are, and you can skip that first. To your right is the darkroom, the maze, and finally the gloryhole right towards the end.

The gloryhole If the sole reason for visiting this sauna is to spend the majority of your time using the gloryhole, I suggest you think twice, or forget about it entirely. First, the design, or placement was an epic fail. Yes, gloryhole is mighty, and it's glorious, but when you designed it like a shrine, no one is going to use it. It's at the very end of the playground, four booth, arranged in 2 x 2 with rather bright fluorescent light that lit up the exterior. Guys would wait along the corridor - wait for action to happen and that is all that seems to happen. No one dared to go inside and use the gloryhole because of the stupid bright lights - it defeats the anonymity, and even if you have the courage to go inside despite the prying eyes, once the door is closed - you can't see shit. You can't see if the guy next door is trying to signal you to put your cock through, or his cock is already through.

Verdict :
I have been to Mandi Manda many times; mainly because I was trying to get the idea of the crowd that frequent the place. Whenever I'm there, I don't hook up with many guys, the most I had was 3, because twinkish Chinese guys are not my cup of tea, and I kept going back hoping I'd find more varieties. Having that said, I have concluded that the crowd is mainly younger chinese guys who seemed to be attracted to other younger Chinese guys. This reason alone should help you decide if this is the right place for you.

ATSoD : A Tourist's Sense of Direction

A Former Mirage

I remember fondly of Mirage. I was eighteen, back in 2001. It was my very first trip to a men’s sauna.

I came from a state off the eastern coast of West Malaysia, largely undeveloped and there is absolutely nothing there. After finishing form 5, I went straight to Melbourne for higher education. It was the first year I came back from Melbourne, I decided to stop by in KL for a few days before heading home, mainly because I’ve never really experienced KL the way I wanted to, and this seemed like  perfect time to feed my curiosity.

I went online and did a little bit of research on the nearest sauna to Bukit Bintang  where I stayed (a tacky home-stayey backpacker for RM30 a night), and stumbled upon Mirage, which is walking distance from Chow Kit monorail (Taxi was out of question as it seemed a little pricey for a student like me:) .

I went there on a weekday, around 6 in the evening and it took me about half an hour to find that damn place. It was in a really old, run down shop lot where all the motorcycle repair workshops are. I was relieved there were no passers by when I went in that door. Of course I was very shy then. It was a four storey club and there was a very thin looking guy at the counter. I couldn’t remember how much I paid because I was too nervous and the next thing I remember was being told where go get changed, and where the playrooms are; probably because he sensed that it was my first time there. I quickly undressed and went for a quick shower. By then I was no longer nervous as my excitement took over.

The first place I checked was the steam room,  because I needed a place to calm down without being seen  and I wasn’t prepared for any direct encounters just yet. It was pitch dark, but I could still tell there was at least two person in there from the vague silhouette; sitting closely, but not close enough to play. I sat there for a good 5 minutes before the two of them started reaching over each other and give each other a hand job. One of them stood up and said “too hot” before he disappeared.  Yawn. I left soon after to check out the guys in the sauna.

The crowd was pretty dismal. I walked past a few guys, most of them were bearish looking, mature Chinese guys which I find sexy. There was a Malay guy in his mid thirties who caught my eyes; nicely built, but not extremely ripped. We walked passed each other a few times, exchanged eye contacts but nothing beyond that. I didn’t know how to cruise. It was my first time after all.

- The Dark Room -

There was two darkrooms, both on separate floors; the larger one on the upper floor and there was the smaller one on the lower floor. There were actions going on in the dark room from the sound of it. It was pitch black and I didn’t dare to move, afraid that I might hit a wall and make a fool of myself. I stood there for a long time, hoping my eyes would adjust to the darkness but I still couldn’t see anything. I moved slowly across the room, feeling the excitement of random hands coming up to me, feeling my body, squeezing my pecs. Some even rubbed my abs, which I later realized; is a very common move in the dark room to make sure that the guy you are about to have fun with is not fat, but is okay if they are ugly. #justsaying.

As I navigate the dark room, I felt a strong hand grabbing me and pushed me to a corner; my back on the wall. I felt around his arm. Big and strong. Okay, that’d do. My towel loosened and fell on the floor. I could feel his cold, wet towel pressing against my leg as he leaned on me and started kissing my neck. He did not waste time. He went all the way down and the next thing I know was a warm mouth, wrapped around my cock, pulling my foreskin down and a tongue playing with my cock head. He was good. While he was doing that I could feel several other guys gathered around us.  I wanted to pull him up so I could go down on him but before I did, he reached between my legs with his right hand and reached for my hole, trying to push his finger into my hole. I was baffled. He came up and turned me around. He wanted to fuck; I hesitated. I don’t have a lot of experience being a bottom, and I wasn’t sure if I was turned on enough to want to get fucked. Not having seen his face made me think twice too. I tapped his waist and whispered “No, bro” and slowly find my way out.

- The Dry Sauna -

I decided to sit in the dry sauna downstairs hoping to take a short break before making another rounds at the dark room. There was another guy in there, eyes closed, laying naked on his towel. I guess he wasn’t looking to get laid. Shortly after, another guy Malay guy walked in and sat down beside me, our knees barely touching. I could feel him reaching over and started caressing my fingers and I turned to him and smiled. He took that as a green light and he quickly reached under my towel for my cock. But I guess we wasn’t a big fan of my uncut cock as he gave it a quick rub and went on removing his towel exposing his cock. Decent size, on the thicker side. I was sure that he wouldn’t want to go down on my uncut cock and I wasn’t going to settle with a hand job so I went for his cock and took the whole length in my mouth. All the commotion must’ve caught the attention of the other guy in the room as he watched us quietly sporting a hard cock. We got interrupted  briefly when someone opened the door and saw us in action. He took a good quick look at us and left us alone. Not long after, another guy walked in on us. It turned out to be the Malay guy I had eye contact with earlier (which I found out his name to be Sham). He removed his towel and sat next to the guy I was working on and I immediately switched to his cock, got on my knees and gave it a wet blowjob. He then reached down for a packet of condom and lube strapped to his legs with the locker key and started removing the packet with his teeth. I thought to myself that I’m getting fucked for sure this time. He stood up and applied the lube on his condom wrapped cock, and I lifted myself up and waited for him to enter while sucking the other guy. He lubed my hole quickly and started to penetrate me slowly. At this point I could feel my dick starting to get flaccid because of the intrusion but I ignored it and continued working on the other guy. While all this was happening I was surprised that the third person in the room did nothing but watch. The pain went away gradually and Sham’s pounding went from slow and deep to fast and furious.

When I went up for a breather, the other guy looked at me and asked “Can I fuck?”. I nodded and turned my head around to look at Sham who is still pounding me. He let off a faint smile and slowly pulled out his cock removing the condom at once. I climbed on top of the other guy and sat on his cock slowly while Sham moved closer to to feed me his cock. I rode him good for a while until he stopped me and pulled out abruptly, removed his condom and squeezed out a massive load on the floor. He stood up, kissed my forehead, said “thanks” and left. I continued with Sham, taking his cock in my mouth and working it all the way down. It didn’t took him long to fill my mouth with his cum.  I looked at the third guy, still laying there sweating it out with a grin on his face enjoying the show.

We talked for a bit after we showered, and I told him I am going to leave soon and he insisted on giving me a ride (no pun) back to Bukit Bintang. I took on his offer and exchanged our numbers.

And that was it, my first trip to a sauna. It was nerve racking and thrilling at the same time – and I believe deeply that it has a lot to do with my fascination with gay saunas.

- Lessons and realization -

• Check potential playmate in the dark room by rubbing his tummy(to check if he is fat) and grabbing his arm (to know if he’s got strong guns).

• Strap condom and lube on the elastic rubber thingy that comes with your locker key for convenience.

• I enjoy being watched.

• I enjoy Malay guys.

Establishment: M Club (Mirage) (Out of Business)

Type: Men’s Sauna

Location: Jalan Ipoh, Kuala Lumpur

Entry fees: Cannot remember

Date visited: January 2001

CC Visits Mandi Manda I

The door swings open with little force. It was black and blue inside. I mean striking neon blue lights blue, against a dimly lit reception area.

It was my first time there.

The door opens up to a very generous reception. I felt all eyes on me as I pretend to walk steadily towards the reception. It was a little uncomfortable, the distance to the counter seemed a little far, and the stare lingered a little too long.

“Hi, how much?” I asked. “First time?”. I nodded. I quickly realized by asking how much is a very obvious give away that you are a first timer. He told me I’m required to pay for first time membership, but they were out of membership card and my member number would be my phone number instead, if I plan to visit again next time. He passed me my locker key and a small towel and I headed towards the locker room right behind the counter.

There were several other guys lurking in the locker room, one was preoccupied with his iPhone, the other one seemed to be searching for something in the deep abyss of his locker. All of them were Chinese, not to mention, young. So the description I read earlier about this place is true; very popular among younger Chinese lads. I stripped down slowly, enjoying the attention. I stood there in my red Aussiebum briefs, pretending to reply a text message when I was actually, willingly, letting the guys check me out in my underwear. I took the only condom I had out from the  hidden slot of my wallet and strapped it on my ankle together with the locker key like I usually do.

Exploring a sauna that I have never been to has always been one of my favorite experience; the nauseating feeling of excitement and the anticipation of things to follow. After 10 minutes walking around, checking out the sauna – I was baffled. The dark room was no where to be found. I walked upstairs, there was the dry sauna and steam room next to each other. Several guys were talking quietly in Cantonese outside the steam room, with a cigarettes in their hand. I went up another floor to find the cafes, a large gym with very pitiful amount of equipments. No dark room. Weird. I made another round, downwards, just to make sure I did not miss any possible corner where the entrance to the dark room might be. I finally gave up, and went straight to the receptionist.

He smiled, “Go up to the gym. There’s a stairs down to the darkroom.”

“Okay, thanks.” 

“Ey, by the way ah, tonight is nude night, you can hang your towels on the wall at the dark room.” – Nice, a theme party, I’m enjoying it already.

I went up to the large gym again, and finally found the sacred entrance, on the corner. Yes, one could have easily missed it.

I went down the stairs.

It turned into something else. Something completely different, as if I have walked down to a underground sex party. Upon descending, you will see a row of guys, standing naked (the shy ones were holding their towel with one hand covering only their private parts) next to each other leaning against the wall, waiting to see who walks down the stairs with their prying, sometimes judgmental eyes. Again, more Chinese lads, some of them thin and pale, verging on twinkish, not my cup of tea but I am already enjoying the attention as I removed my towel as I walk down the stairs.  It was a good location to check the guys out as it was right in the middle. To your left is where all the private rooms are and to the right is the dark room, ie the maze. I hung my towel on the hook by the entrance, which I regret later, and went on my way to explore the maze, bumping into bodies after bodies, some cold, some wet and some sticky ones. It was fully packed. It was impossible to walk past the maze without having to squeeze through a sea of bodies. I finally found tiny spot across the walkway where I can stand without being pushed or grabbed. Usually. I enjoy listening, getting a feel of what is going around me inside the dark room before I join in the fun. All sorts of sounds in forms of moans and body contacts were coming from all direction. I guess I must have been standing in the right place.

Walking further down past the maze, I found what I was looking for, the reason why I chose to check out Mandi Manda. It’s the gloryhole. There was four booth of 2 x 2 with a glory-hole on the partition. I was quickly disappointed with the placement. The area outside the glory-hole were brightly lit in fluorescent, and guys were waiting outside to see who uses the glory-hole. It defeats the anonymity. When the doors are shut, it’s completely dark inside – no way to see what hand signals were made, everything by touch.

I ignored the looking eyes and headed straight into the the booth, closing the door slowly but leaving it unlocked, I waited.

[Otot²] Otot-Otot Sauna | Kuala Lumpur

Establishment: Otot²

Type: Men’s Sauna

Monday – Friday Hours: 5:00pm – Midnight

Saturday/Sunday/Holiday Hours: 1:00pm – Midnight

Best time: After working hours on weekdays around 5 or 6 pm and watch the place fill up with guys.

Entrance: RM30 for membership

How to get there:

Monorail:  Chow Kit Station

MRT: Putra Line PWTC Station

Taxi: Grand Central Hotel, Jalan Putra

Address: 7a Second Flr, Jln Ipoh Kechil, Off Jln Raja Laut

Tel: +60340443369

Facilities: Gym, Sauna, Steamroom, 2 Darkrooms, Cafes with PC access.

What you need to know :

There are no private rooms in the sauna. Great news for exhibitionist.

The Two Dark Rooms is where all the actions are, and I do mean it when I say “actions”. I mean where else do  you go when there’s no private rooms.

The first dark room is almost close to a square room with a double deck resting place that runs from the middle to a side of the wall (just feel around). Be sure to walk slowly if you don’t want to accidentally kick someone who is on their knees enjoying their playmate’s cock. If the layout is unfamiliar, you can run your hand along the walls, it’s a brilliant idea because you get to feel the guys leaning on the wall, and they some will even grab your hand and pull you to them.

The second dark room is more of a simple maze; shaped like a long rectangle inside another long rectangle (picture a box in a box), with sleeping pads around it. The two dark room are connected by a row of private toilet/shower stalls and the dry sauna. If you really do not enjoy too many guys sharing your meat, it is possible to bring your mate to the shower/toilet stalls for private 1 on 1 fun, but it’s bright in there and you might change your mind #justsaying.

The Steam Room can be pretty happening sometimes, so it’s worth checking it out; but it is not as dark due to the semi-translucent door. Explore the sauna, it has hidden corners and guys love to play in one of those tight spaces. More sweaty man to man body contact I say.

Verdict :

This, in my humble opinion, is perhaps the best Sauna in KL, simply because the amazing turn out on a daily basis and the most importantly quality of guys that patron this place. It’s hard to categorize the guys that visit this place because every time I went there, the crowd seemed different. Undeniably, this place is very popular among local Malay guys, most of them are nicely built, some chub; but one thing for sure, the guys here are completely attitude free.

Enjoy.