Thai Massage in Bangkok

I wrote this about 7 months ago as a comment to someone else’s post no one really read. I read a story recently and it reminded me about it so I figured I’d post it where someone might read it. Here’s the Second/Authors Edition with minor edits and a bit more in-depth detail.

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About 3 (now 10) months ago my girlfriend and I visited Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand for about a week. She had been there before years ago (she’s from the Philippines) to shop with her well-off/trophy wife aunt but it was my first time there. First few days in Phuket we woke up way too early to go see the sights, go island hopping, beach, etc. At night we’d walk Patong Beach but usually call it a night early and she’s not much of a drinker. While walking I did notice the massage parlors along the streets with all the girls wearing the same shirt/uniform kinda just hanging out at the front door of the place. Different places had the women wearing different colored shirts. We were only there 3 days if I remember correctly. We had fun and I’d recommend it to anyone.

On to Bangkok. I made it a point to accomplish 3 things while in Thailand and halfway in none were accomplished. 1. Get custom suit made 2. Eat Pad Thai 3. Happy ending massage

I knew #3 would be difficult with my girlfriend with me the whole time but I figured I can’t just give up. I ain’t no quitter! First day in Bangkok we check into a nice hotel near Sukhumvit 29 or something and the entrance is in an alleyway (not a seedy as it sounds, normal for mid priced hotels as that’s where the vehicles and taxies would drop you off). On the main drag turning into the alley is a massage parlor where the girls all hang out by the front door like in Phuket, this place the girls wore orange shirts. As we walk by it I mention it to my girlfriend that we should get one, she agrees but “maybe tomorrow, I’m too tired”. Ok. I end up getting measured for the suit that day and have Pad Thai that night. 2 down, 1 to go.

Next night, we walk by and it’s go time. The place isn’t exactly champagne and caviar but it ain’t bottom of the barrel either. We get 2 ladies (late 30’s or so, not smokin, not ugly) to escort us upstairs. There’s about 8-10 small rooms and the ladies are speaking in Thai to each other. I don’t speak Thai but as the lady I’m with starts to walk toward a different room, I’m assuming they’re trying to decide on whether to give me and my gf separate rooms or not. I wanted separate rooms, for obvious reasons, but I really had no say in the matter. Unfortunately, the four of us end up in a small room together with a small shower and two tables. Ladies leave the room, gf and I shower then lay naked on each table with just a towel. Ladies return and massages commence.
Now, the massage ain’t bad but not great. Downstairs my gf requested an oil and lotion relaxation massage and I didn’t object. After awhile my gf (who usually falls asleep during massages) starts to drift off it seems but not completely. About 30 min in we flip over and my lady gets on top of me and sits on my thighs. She leans forward, starts to rub my chest and in less than 20 seconds my heartbeat starts pumping, my body responds on instinct and I can’t help myself. She sits up straight again, looks at my growing hard on (under the towel), smiles and says something to her friend in Thai. Her friend looks over at my presently growing hard-on and smiles as well. Luckily my gf has her eyes closed the whole time.

So there we are. Me and two Thai ladies staring at my throbbing cock all smiling and giggling. They keep talking to each other and giggling but the boner will not subside. She continues to rub my chest and moved lower to my abdomen. At one point she grabs my SUPER erect cock (still under the towel), shifts it to my left and tucks the remaining towel around it while tucking it down to expose my lower abdomen. I thought I was gonna rip through the towel at this point. She keeps rubbing my lower abdomen millimeters away from my dick and her wrists and arms keep brushing me over the towel. To be honest, a few more light brushes and I would’ve cum easily right then and there. She playfully taps my dick, then kinda scolds me and my penis by waving her finger and giggling more. She shrugs, her friend shrugs, I shrug and give her a playful sad face. Massage ends.

Now, I’ve never had blue balls in my life, only heard about it in the past but HOLY FUCK it hurts. We end up walking around downtown Bangkok for another 2 hours or so and I’m dying. My back starts to hurt even. My girlfriend starts to complain on how unprofessional they were with all the giggling and the sub par massage. I wanted to tell her “babe, this ain’t exactly a licensed massage therapy center” but didn’t. We get back to the room and I’m REARING to go but of course my gf is tired and has a headache. I beat off alone in the hotel bathroom and cum in a matter of seconds. The tension release feels fantastic, I shower up and go to sleep only to wake up way too early at 5:30 am to continue our sight-seeing adventure.

Fast foreword two days and after doing the whole tourism thing in and around Bangkok (truly awesome place btw) I tell my gf, “can you imagine how nice a foot massage would be?” She enthusiastically agrees. “We’ll go to that same place near our hotel!” I blurt out, “Ok.” We walk in again sometime in the afternoon, at least one of the ladies from before is there smiling at me but she’s massaging some other ladies feet. My gf decides on getting a foot and shoulder massage downstairs, I say “ya know what? I’ve never had a proper Thai massage.” Gf says “yeah! Go for it!” A different lady arrives, late 30’s-early 40’s, fairly attractive in a your friend’s mom in middle school kind of way. She escorts me upstairs, my heart pumping again, and we go into a small, dimly lit room with a thin mattress on the floor for my “Thai massage” hehe. She points to some folded pink and grey pajamas on the floor, says something in Thai and leaves the room. I strip down and IMMEDIATELY start rockin an erection. She comes in rather quickly as I’m trying to tie the rather large pajama bottoms closed. I’m a 31 waist and these things are about a 42. She grabs the front of the pants and starts helping, my raging hard-on (of which I was quite proud of) is of no distraction to her. She tells me to lay down face first on the mattress. I’m obey, lie down, shift my stiff member around and uncontrollably start sporting a grimy, hair-slicked back, open button silk shirt with a gold chain, sleazy shit-eating grin anticipating the “Thai massage” hehe. I couldn’t help it. Luckily she doesn’t see as I’m face down and it’s dim. I looked like a world-class creep.

Now, I like rough massages but DAYUM was that rough. She’s yanking limbs, hitting pressure points, stretching arms and legs, bending me in ways I’ve never been bent, pretty much killing my erection. An actual Thai massage and not a “Thai massage” as I had previously thought. I start grimly thinking, damn this might be a massage only. She flips me over and my hard on has gone away somewhere to hide. She continues her assault on my body. I keep holding out hope for a happy ending and think happy, sexy thoughts to at least get a chub so she gets the message but no. She rubs HARD on my legs and thighs. It’s of no use. The pain overwhelms all else. Then, thankfully, she stops after bruising my inner thighs and femoral artery for what seemed like 10 minutes, taps my already flaccid wang and asks “massage?” YES!!! She says 500 baht (around $15), I agree. I get up, grab the cash out of my shorts and hand it to her. She whispers “ok” and instructs me to lie back down. She leaves for a moment to get oil and lotion and comes back in. I ask if she can do it topless by motioning taking a shirt off and she says another 500 baht. Normally I’d have said yes (I love topless massages) but I hadn’t yet exchanged currency recently so I was rather low on funds. Oh well, the show must go on.

I lie on my back, she sits down on my right side, unties the pajama bottoms and slides them off. By this time Mr. Happy is slowly inching his way back, assuming it’s safe and goes full mast after she goes hands on. I wish I could go into more detail as to the actual handjob but there wasn’t much to it. She’d obviously done this before and it showed. No wasted moves, perfect tempo throughout. I caress her C-sized breasts and cum in what seemed like less than a minute. It felt fucking awesome and she catches it in a wet-wipe as I squeeze her tits harder. I think the horniness (if that’s a word) had carried over and couldn’t last longer even if I tried since it felt so good. I was happy, relaxed and ready to go back to the hotel for a nap assuming it was a happy ENDING. Not quite.

She smiles, whispers something and cleans me up as I lay there like putty. She helps me slide the pajama bottoms back on and we continue the massage since apparently it was only halfway done. I thought she’d take it easy on me since I was nice and relaxed and all. Nope. Same pain. Same suffering. Real Thai massages are no joke, even with a happy endi… well middle. #3 accomplished.

She smiles again afterward, gathers her things, points to my regular clothes and goes downstairs. I get dressed and head downstairs. My gf is sitting on a chair blissfully, said it was an amazing foot and shoulder massage so she’s now in a great mood. We pay and tip both girls the money we had left. I’m happy as well but physically defeated as we head back to the hotel. I was genuinely sore for days after.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4a49ht/thai_massage_in_bangkok