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.