When I was in Bangkok, Thailand, I went to a massage joint at about midnight because I had difficulty falling asleep.
It looked like a legit joint, and a little more expensive. The masseurs and the masseuse there were all dressed in uniform. Having told them I want a masseur, I was led upstairs to a large room partitioned off into cubicles with some sort of plywood walls. The entrance to each cubicle was a piece of cloth. It was dimly lit. The masseur left me to undress while he picked up the oils etc. I undressed totally, and hung my clothes on the wall, leaving my briefs prominently on top. I then laid face down on the massage table inside the cubicle, then covered myself with the thin sheet provided. My brief hanging on the wall would inform the masseur I was naked under the sheet.
The masseur came in, and gave me a mediocre massage. He was not too proficient in English, so there was not much of a conversation. Despite the legit look of the place, I could hear some moaning from a few cubicles away - I am sure it was more form ecstasy than relief - or perhaps both, depending on the type of relief in mind.
As my masseur worked his way around my body, he tried to ensure my hand touched his groin. I was not really into having me end off with/by him, so I pretended to be oblivious to his advances. He did not really move on to give me a happy ending, but enough blood had circulated such that my boy bits had chubbed up. When the massage ended, he asked for a tip of THB500. I have been to Thailand often enough to know that for just a mediocre massage, THB500 was not warranted.
I rose from the massage bed naked, and reached over for my briefs to start dressing. The masseur remained in the cubicle with me, staring my my semi. He then went on to tell me he needed to money to send home, so I told him he would need to jack me off for his THB500 tip. This he did, and as he worked his hand on my cock, I fondled him. He was soft all the time.
I shot all over the sheet on the massage table, then the masseur cleaned up the place and left, presumably to wash his hand. When he reappeared in the cubicle, I had just finished dressing. I give him his tip and I left.
I did sleep well after my massage though.