I am a former board member who lost the password for their original handle some time ago. Some of you may remember the first two installments of TinMan's hobby history from several years back (see the links below). I really enjoyed reading his hobby history and decided that I would write a retrospective of my entire hobby experience once I decided to exit. This weekend marks my ten year hobby anniversary and its time to officially close out this chapter of my life by posting my own hobby history. Mine will by no means be as interesting as TinMans, but I hope it will be an interesting read for the few who still frequent this website. I am going to post these in the AMP section because it mostly pertains to AMPs. Mods can move it to coed if they feel its appropriate to do so.
The TinMan's hobby history:
My Hobby History: Intro and Part 1 (The Pre-Internet Years)
My Hobby History: Part II, 1996-1999 (The Internet Changes Everything)
I always enjoyed reading about how others stumbled upon the hobby. Here is how I discovered it. My hobby life started in 2016 by happenstance when I was on bodybuilding.com looking for a certain product in their online store. Having no luck finding what I was after, I wandered over to their forums. While in the forums, I found a thread from 2012 about hand jobs that I couldn't resist clicking on. In this thread was a link to RubMaps.com and I clicked on it.
My first impression was that it was cartoonish and fake. However, as I was clicking around I found a place that I had driven past a few months earlier. I'm not sure why, but when I drove by this place it stuck out like a sore thumb and triggered my curiosity. I was pretty naive back then and had no idea that anything fun ever went on in these places. I remember thinking that this was an odd and trashy location for a place with the word spa in its name. I honestly thought it was nothing more than a fitness place with some broken tanning beds and beat up exercise bikes inside.
That got me researching on Google Maps and it appeared that the massage establishments listed in RubMaps were actual places. Now, the question was whether the reviews were actual experiences. I was really on the fence with this one. Part of me thought it was plausible, but another part of me still thought it was fake. I was leaning pretty hard towards it being fake.
This ate at me for awhile and I began searching on Google and found more websites that corroborated what I was seeing on RubMaps. It didn't take long before I broke and decided to go see for myself. Unlike many hobbyists, my first hobby experience wasn't about sex. Mine was to see if this stuff was real or not. If I find a conservatively dressed woman who gives me nothing but a massage, I will declare the whole thing to be bullshit. However, that isn't how things went down.
My first task was to determine where I would go. I had narrowed it down to three places based on how early they opened (the earlier the better) and what their reviews looked like (sufficient enough to indicate that things happen but not so many that there would be surveillance concerns). I also elected to go on a Sunday morning with the assumption that sting operations likely wouldn't occur then. Another benefit of going Sunday morning was that anyone who might know me would still be in bed, reducing the chances of them driving by and seeing me coming or going. The spa I had driven passed earlier and was curious about made this list and I eventually settled on going to it. This was partly due to my renewed curiosity about the place, but also because it opened the earliest (8:00 am).
I woke up pretty early that Sunday morning. I had $80 in cash and thought that may not be enough. So I headed to the ATM and grabbed another $100 before embarking. I drove by the place shortly after 8:00 and saw an open sign but I wasn't sure if the sign was for the building or for the spa. There weren't any cars around and the place looked desolate. It really didn't look open. So I decided to drive up the road to kill a few minutes and ended up at a Target store about a mile away. While at Target, I started second guessing how much cash I needed and got $40 cashback at checkout and another $100 from an ATM outside. I headed back towards the place with $320 in my pocket thinking that if this doesn't cover it I don't want it.
I took some side streets to kill a few more minutes. This is where my naivety returned. For some reason, I was envisioning a doctors office type setting. You know, a place with a receptionist who hands you a clip board and where you sit in a waiting room with a bunch of magazines. I mean, maybe the building is crappy on the outside but nice on the inside. This made sense until I started thinking about the sex part. How does that part work? Does an Asian woman dressed in blue scrubs just outright ask if you want to have sex?
When I finally got back over to the place it looked exactly the same. Then it dawned on me that the employees are parked around back. So I drove around back and found it just as empty. I decided that I wasn't leaving without at least trying. This building was one of those buildings where you walk in one side and then go through a small hallway before walking back out the other side. There was a ground floor and a second floor. I assumed it was sectioned off in quadrants, with the AMP being one of the quadrants.
When I walked in there was a steep stairway to my right. At the top of this stairway was a glass door painted black with a cardboard sign on it with the name of the spa written on it with a black marker. When I got to the top of the stairs there were numerous pairs of shoes and some heavily used ashtrays. I also noticed some small handwriting on the sign pointing towards a doorbell that I was supposed to ring for service. Definitely not the doctors office setting I was envisioning earlier.
I rang the doorbell and I could hear it ring inside but there no activity afterwards. I waited a minute and rang it again. Nothing. I started my way back down the stairs and heard a woman in the hallway below say "massage" and I replied "yes, massage". When I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs I almost gasped. In the hallway was this short, older Asian woman with way too much makeup on and a dress covering almost nothing. Its probably worth noting that I could not take my eyes off of her giant (and probably fake) boobs that were literally spilling out the front. She instructed me to follow her.
We walked down the hallway and to the stairs on the other side. It was then that I realized I had unintentionally tried to enter the place though the back door. In my defense, both sides looked pretty identical, minus the shoes and ashtrays. The walk down the hallway was a bit amusing. The woman had these very tall high heels and was having issues walking in them. Her dress was also so short that I could see the bottom of her ass jiggling around as she was walking in front of me (yes, it was that short). As we made our way up the stairs on the other side I could very clearly see her cooch as she was stumbling up the stairs in front of me (emphasis on stumbling).
When we got inside this woman kept walking and a much older and less attractive woman stopped me. She asked me how long want. I knew enough to say 30 minutes and she told me $40. I pulled my enormous wad of cash out, peeled off two $20s and handed them to her. She walked me down the hall and into a room. This older woman was the mamasan, but back then I had no idea who or what a mamasan was.
This place was very dark on the inside and the room she led me into was even darker. She hit the light switch and the room lit up with this pinkish/red color. The woman then told me to take off all my clothes and lay face down on the table. For some reason this is the moment when it hit me that this might actually be real. So I undressed and laid face down on the table. On a side note, this room remains one of the biggest rooms I've been in at an AMP. For those of you who have been to Pearls, it looked a lot like the VIP room but without the attached shower room. They had two decent sized couches, a large massage chair, a massage table, mirrors everywhere, and plenty of room left over to walk around.
As I was laying there for what felt like an eternity, I wondered who would come and do the massage. Hopefully it would be the first woman, but would it be the second woman? I heard footsteps coming down the hall and in walks a third woman who thankfully looked more like the first woman than the second woman.
She asked me if I wanted hard or soft. Having no clue what that meant, I said in the middle. She proceeded to rub her hands all over me and really didn't know how I was supposed to act. I remember I kept moving around and instructing her to rub my shoulder. After about ten minutes of this, she got tired of me and jumped up on the table and sat on my back. I could feel her cooch on my skin. She ground it into my back a few times and then leaned forward and whispered in my ear "how much you tip"? At that time I didn't understand the whole tip/services dynamic and I said $20. I know, but bear in mind I didn't know any better at the time. She countered with $60 and I instantly said okay.
Once I said okay, she got up and walked out of the room. I was confused, and a little concerned. It took about a minute and she came back with this small metal tray that had some towels and a small squirt bottle of oil. She squirted some lube on me and started rubbing away. She was pretty rough, to the point that it almost hurt. Looking back, this was one of the worst hand jobs of my hobby life, but I sure enjoyed it at the time. I asked if I could see her boobs and she pulled down one side down of her dress. I reached to touch and she immediately pulled it back up. No boobs for me. She was getting tired of me again and picked up the pace. After a minute or so the deed was finally done. I had confirmed that these places were in fact real and had officially entered the hobby.
She very roughly cleaned me up with the towels and left the room. By the time she got back I was almost dressed. I pulled my cash wad out and she commented that I had all kinds of money with me. That's when I fessed up and told her that this was my first time. Her pissy demeanor changed a bit after hearing this. She said she suspected that I might be a first timer, but she wasn't sure because some guys are just weird. She had me sit in the big massage chair with her and as the chair was buzzing away she joked around and told me how the tip thing worked as well as a few other things about massage parlors. It was almost like a mentoring experience. I remember her telling me to ALWAYS wear a condom if I do more than a hand job. Some very sound advice that I would toss in the trash later.
She turned out to be one of coolest women I met during my time in the hobby. This was her first day there and she came from Atlanta. She would be there for about a month. Its a shame I wasn't able to make it back to see her again before she left. I didn't even think to ask for her contact information, or even ask her name.
I hope she is happy and doing well somewhere.
That's the story of how I entered the hobby. To this day, I am not sure if I found that thread on bodybuilding.com, or if it found me, but that is where and how everything started. Hopefully everyone had a good laugh at my first experience.
I will wrap it up here. In Part 2, I will discuss hobbying during the golden era of the AMPs in Dallas.
Reflecting on a hobby life that has come and gone Part 1: Discovering the AMPs
