Great Expectations - Page 7 - Relationship Problems

Everything seemed perfect. I've got a hot guy whom I can be intimate with (only behind closed doors) and he is totally cool with it. My career has never been more exciting. I'm on top of my game. For the first time, I will be celebrating Christmas as someone's partner, 'other half'.... BOYFRIEND. And although he told me many times that he hates being called that, I secretly kept standing in front of the mirror every morning, giving myself a pat on the back saying, 'You picked well kid!'

But sex is sex and straight boys will be, well, boys.

He slept in my apartment one night because we got pretty drunk after watching porn. Apparently, one of the things he started enjoying is me imitating whatever the Corbin Fisher boys are doing in the videos. He liked it if we play a bit, if I kiss him on his cheeks, rub his dick on my face, poke my ass with it, ask me to kiss it, until I decide to devour his entire meat.

Problem #1

One thing I tried new since we started seeing each other is the (almost) daily dose of his huge cock. As I've said in the past, I am not really fond of cocks. I don't enjoy blow jobs. I think it's so boring to give someone a head. It also gives you a stiff neck especially if the guy you're giving one to pulls off a one-hour stint.

to be continued.......

Great Expectations Page 6

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Victor and I became constant buddies since he apologised to me. It was an apology that was very hard for me to accept but I did. Why? Because I really like this person and he sounded very sincere when he said it. I really thought he meant it. So, after he said it, we laid out some rules for our newfound 'relationship'.

That's one thing though. We didn't really define this as a 'relationship'. We still fall under the standards of friends with benefits... also known as FUBU - Fuck Buddies.

'Don't call me that.' He said.

'Alright. Fuck mate?' I joked.

'Stop it. I mean it.'

'So, what do I call you?'

'You don't have to call me anything. Just... act normal.'

'So you expect me to call you..... DUDE?'

'Yeah.'

'Okay, wanna fuck DUDE?

'Fuck you.'

'Not today.'

'Grrrr...'

I was more than relieved to hear that he had issues with calling me his FUBU. For one, we haven't really 'fucked', I'm still thinking about that. And there is no such thing as a SUBU - Suck Buddy. So I had to settle with 'dude'.

Being in this kind of relationship can be very difficult. I had to act normal - meaning I have to like NBA Live and act like I want to lick some girl's tits. He was so conscious about us looking like we're a couple so he constantly kept his distance and gave me a daunting look whenever I was becoming a little too touchy and sweet.

Yes, it is hard. But I still played the game. On Saturdays, he would drop by after work to get his regular dose of what would later be called the powersuck. I love the fact that he enjoys my smart tongue maneuvers that I've researched over the past few weeks, thanks to Corbin Fisher and the Horny Monks (email me on how to get these videos). I like it when he calls out my name and says 'Ahhhhh Kai! Shit! Ahhhh! I love it...'

One night, he told me he was kinda horny because he watched some soft porno movie in which the lead actress is someone he had a major crush on. He asked if he could drop by to see me. That was usually my queue that he wants to get his freak on.

But on that particular night, something truly amazing happened.

'Hey.... uhm.... DUDE!'

'You sound uncomfortable calling me that.'

'That's because this DUDE has been licking your balls?'

'Hushhhhhhh.... Can't you wait until I get in? The neighbors might hear you..'

'Okay sure... CUM in please!'

We went through the usual routine. I asked how his day was and he asked me the same question. I ordered Chinese take-out, which arrived 30 minutes later, I had champagne. He wanted orange juice. A little more small talk. Laughed a little.

'Thanks.'

'For what?' I was thinking it was the food.

'For this. You hanging out with me after I acted like a jerk.'

'That was weeks ago. You keep bringing it back.'

'I guess I'm just grateful that I got in touch with you again.'

'I know. I'm happy right now.'

'Yeah me too.'

I raised an eyebrow.

'You are?'

'Yeah, I really am. Here. With you.'

I stood up and got more drinks for myself. That was lovely to hear. I wish it came from his heart. Apparently, the champagne came at the right time. But of course, I was cautious. I controlled my feelings and pretended that I didn't care.

'You really... didn't have to say that just to get laid.'

'Who says I wanted to get laid?'

'Isn't that why you're here?'

I got a little nervous. I was not prepared for the inevitable 'yes'.

'I knew you'd say that.'

'Well, it's true isn't it? But don't worry, I'm okay with it.

'Kai ...'

'I'm just happy with this. Don't change the channel.'

'Kai... I--I'

'I'm totally cool with..'

And before I could finish, he gave me a big, sweet kiss on my lips. For a moment, I was speechless.

And then the next minute, I was in ecstasy.

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Great Expectations - page 5

Of course, he came back but not until 5 days after what happened to us. When he dropped by, it was too quick. He said, 'I forgot something.' and I handed him his phone. He immediately took off. He came back, after sending a quick text, and then we just found ourselves in the same couch, with me devouring his packed meat while he was enjoying the feeling of having his dick sucked.

It happened not just once, twice, nor thrice. It happened almost everyday after workout. He'd insist on giving me a ride home. To compensate his 'effort', I'd suck his dick until he cums...

One time, we had a minor fight over where he should cum. I feel violated, somehow, when someone cums on my face or my mouth, especially without asking my permission. So when he gives me that look that his balls are about to burst in cum, I immediately take it out of my mouth and grab a towel for him. He resisted, pulling my head closer to his cock, expecting me to follow whatever it is he wanted me to do. I refused, asking him for a little respect, which he eventually denied. He walked out that night and I expected that that was the end of out short-lived affair.

I realized I spoke too soon when he talked to me at the gym one time.

'Hi.'
I just nodded.
'How have you been?'
I didn't answer the question and pretended I was panting. I was on the treadmill.
'I'm a jerk, you know?'
'Yes, you are.'
'I'm sorry.'
I was silent.
'I said I'm sorry.'

The treadmill stopped after my 30-minute scheduled cardio. I was panting, sweating. I refused to look at his face because I don't know what to say or what to do or how to react.

'Kai, I don't know what's happening right now. I don't know what's been happening... you know what I mean. But I'm sorry...'

And right then, I pretended to tie my shoelaces, looked up and whispered something to myself...

'Oh crap.'

Great Expectations - page 4

Days passed before I had the courage to text Victor. There were so many things I wanted to tell him. First of all, I wanted to apologize for what happened, even though I thought there was nothing to apologize for. He never showed any kind of resistance while I was sucking his cock. He even seemed to enjoy what he was getting.

But I had to accept the fact that I did take advantage of him. He was drunk and helpless and he only got sober and reenergized after realizing what had happened--after he came on my face and chest. It was a moment I anticipated but I was also afraid of what would ensue. Will he hate me? Will he even talk to me about it?

After several 7 call attempts and several unanswered text messages, I surrendered to the fact that I may never see him again. Or that I may never even get to talk to him about what happened...

..that is until he showed up at my apartment at 2 am on a Thursday.

'Hi...' I was nervous. He just stood there, looking at me.
'Mm..' He didn't say a word. He mumbled something I couldn't understand.

I asked him to come inside. I was ready for the whole talk and I was also ready to face the fact that I might get beaten by an angry straight guy that night.

'Do--you want anything? Beer? Juice? Cola....I--'
'Beer. Yeah, beer.'

I grabbed two bottles. We sat on the couch. He kept staring at my TV, trying to avoid looking at me. I didn't know how to start the conversation.

'Listen... I..'
'What the fuck was that about?'
'I know... I know... I shouldn't have.. I know..'
'What do you mean?'
'I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. I'm REALLY sorry Victor.. I didn't..'
'Of course..'
'No, no. I don't know what to say. I mean you can punch me in the face right now, you can hurt me or something I'm so sorry Victor.'

He then stood up, drank from his bottle before he put it on the center table. He had an angry look on his face so I braced myself for what was about to happen. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, anticipating a painful hit on my cheeks or jaws, or worse, a perfect black eye on my face.

'Victor, I'm telling you man, I'm...I'm really'

Before I could finish, he unbuttoned his pants and out came his big cock. It was already hard and was hungry to be sucked. Wait, did he want me to put it in his mouth? Was I dreaming?

He pulled my head to his crotch and then, I started sucking him, slowly, then I went faster. He bent his knees in pleasure but he tried not to moan. He was trying to resist the feeling of having a tongue play with his foreskin and head and the shaft. You can see it on his face that he was forcing himself to hide the satisfaction it gives him. He got the bottle of beer and sat down.

I asked him to spread his legs. I pulled his pants off and his underwear came after. His balls here on my mouth, one at a time, something I never did the first time I sucked him. He was now moaning. I licked the thin skin surrounding his cock, which he seemed to enjoy.

And as a final maneuver, I sucked is cock, slowly, as if separating the meat in segments. First the head, then a small part came in, and another, and another, and another, until his entire manhood was resting in my mouth, with my tongue trying to add some excitement.

For the first time, I allowed someone to cum in my mouth. I didn't swallow though, I rushed to the bathroom to spit his cum out.

By the time I was done gargling with Bactidol and some other mouthwash, he was gone. He left in haste that he dropped his cellphone on the couch.

What now?

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Great Expectations - page 3

When he said he reached a 'point', I instantly saw an opportunity. Does this mean he is gay? Is he trying to send me a message? I tried to probe further, ask more questions but he avoided them. He must have thought that it's becoming too obvious... again assuming that he is hiding something from me.

The more we spent time with each other, the more I fell in love with Victor. It was almost like a time machine, bringing us back to when we were little boys, with me trying so hard to catch up with his 'manly' activities while he makes fun of me. We went to the arcade to play games almost everyday like we used to. We even played basketball under the scorching heat of the sun. It was the only time I saw him without his shirt on since grade school.

I decided to make a quick move. I consulted my friends and they all said one thing:

'The best way to know to get the guy drunk.'
'I'm not sure he drinks. He's a health buff.'
'Health buffs drink red wine, don't they?'
'Uhm... but not too much that they'll get drunk I think.'
'You're too damn slow. If it were us, we'd be sharing stories about the guy by now.'

And he was right. So one night, I asked him to come over for some movies. I told him I still have some old pictures that I wanted to show him.

'You wanna see yourself in those hideous shorts?'
'Yeah!'

The bad: He doesn't drink beer. The good: he preferred something stronger. Damn! Things are going so well I couldn't believe it. He asked for vodka, Bailey's and some margarita mix. Somehow, he made a strange mix that wasn't as good as he expected, but definitely made us drunk in a New York minute.

'You remember the time we jacked off...'
'Yeah top floor. I won... best cum shot.'
'Haha! And I won...'
'The fastest cummer in the world.'
'Damn, somehow I wish I never got that title.'
'Why is that?'
'Cause now we know better--cumming fast isn't as nice as we used to think.'

We were laughing hard. He took off his shirt because he was sweating like crazy.

'Do you mind?'
'Not at all..' I grinned.
'Daniel won the other award.'
'Yeah, the biggest balls award?'
'No, he had the biggest cock.'
'Oh... did he?' I tried to remember.
'Yeah...' He sighed. 'Damn that was huge.'

This is it. We're getting there. I just need to set the mood so he can relax more. He was then very drunk. We were on the couch. He suddenly decided to lie down and rest for a while.

'You want me to help you relax?'
'How?'

I unbuttoned his shorts and went for the zipper. He tried to stop me.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, KAI?'

But I didn't stop. He was helpless. Though he was trying to resist, I was able to pull his shorts down. I started grabbing his cock, which was then very soft. And behind his thin, black boxer brief, I tried to locate it with my wet mouth. He pushed me one time but I held his hand.

He was slowly having a hard on. Something I didn't expect. He kept mumbling something but before he could finish his sentence, I put his cock in my mouth, enjoyed the entire meat that I've always wanted to taste all these years. It was great. It was hard. It was packed with all the goodness that is Victor.

Again, it reminded me of the times we spent in the pool. The number of times we saw each other naked. The times I just sat there looking at his beautiful body, his beautiful cock. The times when I saw him flex every muscle and show me every inch of his manhood, pretending I didn't care or that I didn't mind while I secretly masturbated inside my head.

I sucked him, slowly, beginning with the head, going down slowly, making sure I put every inch of his thick cock in my mouth. It was bliss. And with every deep throat his knees jerked and he moaned like he liked it. I went fot his balls. Put each one in my mouth. And with every touch of my slippery tongue, he yelled, 'No! No!' It made me even more excited. I quickly returned to my first move. The second. The third. Until he screamed he was cumming.

And cum he did. I wiped his cum off my chest and face. I tried to clean him up but he suddenly, he regained strength. He sat on the couch while I was holding the towel, kneeling down in front of him. We exchanged stares for a minute. He had a disgusted look on his face.

The next thing I knew... he stormed out of my apartment.

Great Expectations - page 2

Hitting the gym isn't really my thing. But perhaps because of my excitement to see my dear friend Victor urged me that I had to go back to his fitness center, even if it an hour away from my apartment. The trip is makes me more exhausted than the actual workout. It was only him who made it all worth it.

On my 5th visit, one thing bothered me on my way to his place. Am I slowly falling for an old friend? When we were in grade school, he was the tough guy and has always maintained that reputation. I never thought that maybe one day, he can be gay and that we would end up in each other's arms. I even forgot about him until we bumped into each other that day at the mall.

'Do you remember Mrs. Garcia?' He asked.
'Yeah, why?'
'She used to keep us apart because we always were the noisy ones in class.'

'And I always end up on top of her noisy list.'

How can I forget that class? It was our PE class. On the 2nd quarter, we took up Basketball. Since I was the tallest in the group, they rooted for me to be the center of the team. But I had zero interest in the sport. That's when my classmates started to suspect that I 'might be gay'.

Victor quickly defended me, saying I am not competent enough to take that position because I had asthma, which was true. People didn't believe him and the teasing didn't stop. He would always tell me not to mind them saying they were just disappointed because they saw me as the saving grace from the other class' center guy. Someone named Soriano.

I will never forget those days when he used to force me to spend time with him after class just to teach me how to dribble. When I was assigned to be the referee of the day, he showed me how to do all the signs for the violations. I didn't take them seriously thinking it was just some sort of practice.

The next day, Mrs. Garcia wrote down on my diary that I had to make-up for the failed practical test.

As my incompetency for the sport was getting a little more obvious every week, the rumors about my sexuality became worse. It was worse that they even thought I had a crush on Victor and that it was the reason why I spend most of my time with him. This sort of affected our friendship very badly. Victor started to avoid me, although he never admitted it. He would always say that he's going somewhere so we can't commute together. During lunch time, he would sit with the thugs of the class. When we were asked to group ourselves for a project, he
wouldn't join me and I would end up with the imbeciles or the rich homophobic assholes in class.

'I know this kind of late but..'
'Oh my birthday, forget it. I..'
'No, I--I wanted to apologize for, well--'
'--avoiding me?'
'Yeah. I mean you know how it was right?'
'I know. But I expected more from you.'
'I know. I know. I regret believing those idiots.'

Apparently, he was forced by some thug named Marco to stay away from me or he'll lose his spot in the basketball team.

'Forget it. I did.'
'Yeah, but it was a bad thing for me to do.'
'It certainly was but that was years ago. And we were just kids. Now I realize what my mom was referring to as being silly when you're a kiddie.'

Accepting his apology gave him some sort of relief, I can tell. We then moved on to other grade school stories and wondered whatever happened to the other guys in class.

'Santiago just got married.'
'No shit? When?'
'Just recently, I saw it on his Friendster.'
'Yeah, and Justin passed away.'
'Yeah I heard about that too.'
'And Carlos is now gay.'

I nearly collapsed right in front of him. Carlos Antonio is one of the scariest guys in the whole school. While he may just be 5 feet 5 inches tall, he had a group of 5th and 6th graders backing him up every time he ends up in a fight. He was a star athlete and a consistent honor student.

'I know... I had the same reaction when I heard about it.'
'But... you know that...' I gave him a stare.
'What?'
'That me... I'm..'
'Gay? Yeah. You told me.'
'Huh? I didn't?'
'You did. SOrt of.'
'When was this?'
'5th floor, art room after class. We jacked off.'
'And?'
'You kept staring at my dick.'
'I wasn't staring?'
'And you came first...'

I was surprised he knew all this time that I was gay.

'And you defended me from those assholes.'
'Because you were special.'
'Huh?'
'You're my friend.'
'Seriously... how did you find out.'

He looked at the magazine rack and stared at it.

'I don't know man. I guess when you get old and look back, you just realize things were different during those years.'

'I guess...'

'And it's much easier to find out when you've reach that point.'

'Point? What point?'

Great Expectations - page 1

The first time I saw Victor naked was in our PE class. Every quarter, they change the sport. It was the third quarter of the year and we were in the locker room, getting into our swimming trunks. I remember he was the biggest in the class. Biggest and tallest. Our friends would always use the term big because he had a bigger, more muscular figure than the rest of us. He tells us that his father requires him to work for a few hours at their hardware business in Quiapo. He said he got his huge arms from lifting heavy wood and other equipments.

He was only 14 years old.

And at that time, I never had the thought that I might be secretly admiring him. After all, we were teenagers and most importantly, the best of friends.

We were both comfortable getting naked in front of each other. When we were at their place, we both went into his parent's bath tub. It was cold as hell but we didn't mind. We were both completely naked and had our lego toys in our hands. We were playing Lego Pirates in the tub while 80% of our bodies were submerged in very cold water.

Now that I've grown up and realized that I'm gay, I just thought that maybe it was one of the earliest indications of my being part of a totally different world. This is because while I never lusted for Victor at such a young age, I always joined him in his basketball practice (even though I never played basketball.) Though my parents insisted in paying for my bus ride home, I would always intentionally miss it and commute with him. And although I totally hate playing GI Joe, I played them with him anyway.

FAST FORWARD 5 years later.

Victor and I bumped into each other at the mall. I was surprised he didn't recognize me at all. He said I lost a lot of weight and my cheeks have shrunk. I told him he got more buff and I learned that his dad bought the gym a few blocks away from their house. He was asked to run the gym.

He invited me for some 'free' lessons. Of course, I said yes, for old time's sake.

We hooked up a week after. He picked me up at the same mall and we went to his gym. It was surprisingly decent-looking.I was expecting it to be just a cheap, 25-per-session type of facility with old, rusty equipments. Instead, I found shiny, brand new equipment, which he said he bought only a month before they opened. The crowd was great, you could tell. I guess they must have been young professional and students. On the left side of the cardio section, I found a picture of him which says 'Body Building Champion 2***'.

After a strenuous, two-hour workout (believe me it was very tiring), he invited me to his place--a well known condominium in Quezon City. It was like a typical bachelor's pad. I saw several trophies from the bodybuilding competitions which he joined and won. He was very impressive. The fact that he was able to mix his passion for fitness and his Bachelors and Masters degree in Business Administration really turned me on.

'Shit man, you're one successful son of a bitch.'
'Yeah, thanks to my paps.'
'Well, the degree and the muscles worked hard together I guess.'
'Haha I guess.'

He stood still, as if thinking of something.

'What?' I asked.
'I'm... wait here.'
'Okay.'

He came back with a newly-painted wooden rack which looked kinda familiar.

'Remember this?'
'Vaguely, what's that? A shoe rack?'
'Haha! Not according to you!'

That's when I remembered that it was our 4th grade project in a subject called 'Work Education'. We convinced our teacher that it was the exact magazine rack he wanted us to do. Unfortunately, his not-so-spidey senses told us it looked more like for shoes than for magazines.

We both got a failing grade.

At that point we were both hysterical. I started punching his arms. And he was trying to pull back. He kept laughing so hard he accidentally let go of the rack.

We both knelt, grabbing the rack on one side. Then we just gazed at each other's eyes. Then suddenly, we were not in his apartment. We were back to his parents' house, in the bathtub full of cold water. We were both playing Lego Pirates. We were both laughing so hard the Lego Captain 'almost drowned'. I told him he lost because his captain is dead. He pushed me and we started pushing each other. We chased each other in the room until his parents arrive to berate us for the mess we've done.

Then snap. We were back in the room.

'So much time has passed, Victor.'
'Where the fuck have you been Kai.'

He pulled the rack out of my hand. He stared at it.

'I've been waiting for you.'

Five Crazy/Sexy/Nasty Things

Have you had any crazy/sexy/nasty experiences in your life? Share it with us here at Lows, Highs and Alibis. Let me start with my top 5:

1. I fucked someone in a church's restroom while the choir is rehearsing.

2. I love having sex in fire exits. There's something so exciting about them.

3. Weird: I don't fancy cocks, especially the big ones. It's either they scare me or they make me so insecure about their size.

4. I've masturbated in a moving bus from Taft Ave. to Ayala (I guess you already know which bus that is, right *wink*)

5. A few guys have tried to fuck me but to no avail. As they were about to enter me, their dicks soften like they need to pump some gas. Again, so weird.

Now it's your turn :)

PS: Someone started this I just don't know who but if you're reading this, I want you to know that I love this idea for a post.

Remembering Allen - The Final Act

Of course, the whole muscleman Ron experience did not end on that steamy night arranged by Allen's friends. He became a regular that he sort of treated him as 'the boyfriend he never had'. The great thing about him, according to Allen, is that he is not just his sexual toy. He can definitely carry a conversation and can meet up with him without having to end up in bed by sunset.

In fact, he is proud of the fact that they've had sex only 9 times, something that his friends are surprised about since he would usually share not his limited experience in sex, but the supposed surplus of men in his life. But on that particular lunch with his friends, he thanked them for letting him shake of the trauma caused by the sad experience with that young man from the mall.

It was Tuesday.

The next day, he had lunch with Ron. They talked about the last time they had sex. He told him he enjoys being with him. He likes his biceps. He likes sucking his cock. He likes eating his cum. He likes him pumping life into his bottom. He likes licking his nipples. He likes kissing him. He likes rimming him. He likes it when he does his push-ups in front of him.

He was basically in love with the guy.

There was, however, one problem which worries his friend. Every time he meets up with him, he has to pay him a generous amount. His friends think that it's such an unnecessary expense.

'One rule is that you don't fall in love with these kinds of men. They're fucking paid to make you fall in love with them! Make a clear distinction between these two: a great Fuck is sadly just that. Nothing more, nothing less.' This was the warning given by his friend Chit on the night when he introduced Allen to hookerville.

Still, Allen dated Ron, saying that there's no harm in having to pay to have a lot of fun. 'If he is indeed acting, then think of it as me buying some porn. Only this one's unbelievably much, much better.' He said.

Chit called him up to ask if he wanted to go shopping. He figured that spending more time with his friend would make him forget about wasting his money on the man whore. Somehow, he felt responsible for what happened to Allen. He is just so out of it lately. He has been ignoring his friends, ditching work, and declines many offers all because he had to spend more time with muscleman Ron.

He didn't pick up the phone. He realized he must still be mad at him. He gave it a couple of days and told himself that he should talk to Allen after that.

It was a Thursday.

On Friday, Allen was excited to see Ron again. He said he was going to try something new. He was going to bring his two friends as a gift for their 4th month together. When he arrived, he was with two younger boys. One wore a red FUBU cap. He was slim and shorter than Ron. the other has similar body structure as Ron's. He said he spends more time in the gym lately. Later, he found out their names were Jett and Kiko.

After a few rounds of steamy sex, they decided to rest to discuss the price.

'I thought you said this was a gift?'
'Did I?'
'Yeah, I don't have money right now.'
'Then maybe you should get some from the ATM.'
'I'm tired. Can I just give it to you tomorrow?'
'Hell no! My friends can't wait. They've ditched their regulars for you!'
'I didn't ask for this. Come on...'

Ron walked out. He could hear them talking outside the room, probably apologising to his friends for not being able to pay them.

When he came back, he looked really disappointed.

+++++

Chit finally decided to pay him a visit. After fifteen unanswered phone calls and several text messages, he decided to end the cold war between him and his good friend. He told himself that this man will not destroy their friendship. He went to his place in Cityland in Makati, with the spare key to his apartment. He asked him to keep it for emergency purposes.

He knocked thrice. No answer. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see blood all over the floor. He looked for Allen and found his dead body drowning in his own blood in the tub. His blood was used to write the word Faggot on his bathroom wall and mirror. He yelled for help but it was too late.

After a careful investigation by the police, they concluded that robbery was the motive because the following items are missing:

15" black Macbook
1 Acer laptop
2 Rolex watches
estimated 30,000 pesos in cash
2ATM cards
6 credit cards
3 pairs of shoes

According to the building's security office, the men were seen in a recorded video leaving the building with several items. They were covering their faces with white towels and 'they looked like they just got out of the shower.'

The case, unfortunately is still open.

Muscleman Ronald is still at large. So are his two friends.

RIP
Allen P.
1971-2006

Remembering Allen - The Second Act

Allen was clearly pissed. And as he saw his wallet being thrown by Lito, he saw his cards fall with it. He instantly thought of his driver's license, Social Security ID, his spare cash hidden somewhere in his wallet. He saw Lito stopped, probably still counting the money. He just withdrew cash before they left the mall because he was expecting to have a very long night and probably the next morning spent with the gorgeous young lad.

He felt anger, frustration, hate, embarrassment, and fear. But he suddenly snapped back to perspective. He stepped on the gas. Lito panicked as he saw his car. He probably thought he was going to run over him. But Allen knew better. Even before he could get any closer to where Lito was standing, he stopped. He got out of the car. They stared at each other.

He yelled at Lito, 'Coward!'

Then he went to that the other side of the car to pick up his wallet, his cards, and some pieces of papers that also fell from it.

+++

6 months later...

Allen still hasn't gotten laid. His last encounter still haunted him. Two months ago, he agreed to join an orgy, thinking it would be safer since there were supposed to be more than 10 participants. He backed out the last minute after he saw a family friend's son at the meeting place.

His friends tried to make him feel more comfortable. They were eager to help him get over what happened to him. So on his birthday, they brought a big, muscled guy to his apartment. He didn't have to worry about dues as the guy has been paid. He didn't have to think about his safety because his friends will be staying in the living room while muscle man Ronald is fucking him.

He felt comfortable. And who can refuse to have sex with a man who looks like a local celebrity with the body of Carlos Agassi. He obviously works out, probably 3 hours a day. His arms were bigger that his. And most importantly, Ron didn't have any inhibitions. He was very comfortable when he kissed him while being introduced. When they went into his room, he fixed his room.

'We don't want stains on your sheets.' He whispered then kissed his shoulder.

He knows how foreplay is done well. At first Allen was scared when he pulled out a long ribbon and tied his hands to his bed. He yelled out his friends' names but Ron covered his mouth.

'Hey, calm down. I'm not going to kill you.'

He gave him a nice, big kiss. He then understood what he meant. He kissed his neck, licked his ears and the back of it...something he's never experienced before. Ron asked him if it was his first time to be with a man. He laughed saying it definitely isn't but it was the first time he enjoyed being with one.

It seemed to have given Ron more energy in doing his job. He didn't stop until he licked every part of Allen's body. He licked each toe, sucked them while touching himself. It gave Al an unexpected level of pleasure that he came without warning. They both laughed. Al told him to get the towel but Ron had a better idea.

He first released Allen from the bed. He let him lean against the wall while sitting down. Then he licked the cum off his chest. Al was shocked! He swallowed it, wiped the rest of it with his forefinger and put it in his mouth.

'Hmmm... sweet.' He said.

Suddenly he turned into an animal. He put on an angry face and asked him to turn around. He went for the condom on the side table. He put it on, spat on his covered dick for lubrication.

'I have KY jelly in my...' But he didn't let him finish. He put his dick in his ass and pounded heavily. He asked him to stand while he was still inside him. They went to the terrace and he fucked him there. He was careful not to scream as his neighbors might hear him but it was Ron who was making noises. It's either he's enjoying what he was doing or he's a great actor.

They went around the room, the bathroom, the tub, the shower. They fucked for at least four hours that night. Outside, only his friend Chit was left. The others left after realizing that the session with muscled man Ronald might be a long one after all.

They were done by 3AM. Ron was still asking for more, after cumming 6 times. It was Allen who called it a night. He thanked him and asked for his number.

'I'll give you mine if you give me yours.' He smiled.
'OF course.'

He gave him a tip, because he thought he really deserved it. He politely declined saying it wasn't part of the deal. He said he would be glad to accept it on their next encounter. Allen agreed.

And there was a second, fourth, seventh and tenth.

It stopped after the tenth.

Remembering Allen - The First Act

You can't say that Allen is a typical gay guy. He doesn't have gay friends. He feels uncomfortable being around flamboyant gays. He doesn't understand gayspeak. He feels terrible when men kiss in front of him. He is as discreet as a corrupt politician trying to hide his questionable wealth.

Allen is in his mid 30's. He realized he's gay only about three years ago, after his wife caught him getting cozy with their neighbor [She eventually divorced him.] Though his divorce was obviously a sign of his much-awaited prison break from the closeted gay guy's world, he preferred to keep everything a secret, meeting guys through online dating sites and messengers and several chatrooms, inviting them to his place or somewhere private like a motel or hotel, just to fulfill his desires and need to be with a man.

On a rainy, Wednesday afternoon, he picked up a guy in a restroom in a cheap mall. Introductions were done, numbers were exchanged. But Allen didn't think he would let this one pass. He invited the guy to a motel. The guy gave him a price, saying he doesn't have sex with guys without anything in return. The guy, whose name was Lito, apologized for giving his straightforward proposal, saying he needed the money and he doesn't care how to get it.

Allen seemed to have admired the honesty of Lito. So after fifteen minutes of flirting, inquiring about sizes and sharing perversions, he decided to leave with Lito, in his 2006 BMX X3 SUV. He felt comfortable with Lito since he is also very discreet. One couldn't say they were about to have sex that day. Together, you would think they're just friends or colleagues.

They went into a motel in Pasig ,which boasts a feature other motels do not have: sound-proof walls. Allen instantly thought of all his fantasies coming to life. He was ecstatic. He just couldn't wait.

Funny thing, they were in room 169, a number Allen really loved because it reminds him of his favorite sexual position. Upon arriving, Lito quickly took off his clothes, starting with his shirt. As he was about to take off his boxers, Allen said 'Leave those.' And so he did.

It was quite evident that Lito is not a male prostitute. He kept looking around like he's never been to a motel. And as he licked his right nipple, enjoying the tender, pinkish areola until it hardens a bit, he felt his heart beat faster by the minute.

'Nervous?'
'A bit.'
'So you really don't do this very often.'
He nodded.
'Me neither.'

For a while, it helped Lito to calm down. But it wasn't long before his heartbeat raced again, this time due to sheer excitement caused by Allen's tongue toying with the shaft of his hard dick. He licked both nipples, his washboard abs, every muscle, as if tracing each meandering course of the river of muscles. He looked at him to see his reaction. He seemed like he was enjoying it. He went for his cock, which surprisingly was long, hard and uncut.

He quickly maneuvered his tongue to give Lito the kind of pleasure he would never forget. He suddenly yelled, 'I'm coming! I'm coming!' Allen stopped him, saying it was too soon.

It was only then that he took off his briefs and bent over.

'I don't fuck.'
'Yes you do.'
'I don't. Really.'

He believed him. He tried to bribe him by offering more money but he looked scared and tired. Maybe he didn't really want to be here. Not in this motel room. Not with me. Not with any other man. He finished him off with a hand job. He gave him what was promised and more as a tip. He kept his number. Allen wasn't sure Lito saved his.

He requested that Allen drop him off a gas station near his place. He drove to a place there was an unknown gas station at the street. He wasn't even sure if the gas station was still open or not. He stopped and said goodbye to the young man. But he still didn't leave. He stayed for two minutes.

'I'm sorry I didn't fuck you back there.'
'That's okay. I totally understand.'
'You gave me a lot of money, I think you deserve it.'
'No, it's okay. YOU deserved it.'
'Listen, my folks are not at home and my room's in the old garage. We can stay and I can fuck you there.'
'Where to?'

'He turned left. Then right. Turned right again. Another right turn. Then left, until they reached a dead end. Allen pointed to a old, dark house with a big garage to his right.

'So, this is where you'll fuck me all night?'

Lito didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out a knife and pointed it at him.

'Give me your wallet.'
'Hey calm down. I gave--'
'Give me your fucking wallet you faggot!'
'Hey easy man! I will if you...'
'SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME MY MONEY!'

He pulled out his wallet and threw it at him.

'I'm sorry man. I really am. I'm not gay. I'm not your guy.'

He got off the car and walked right away. Allen was still stunned. He was still trying to understand what just happened. He looked as the mirror and he could still see him walking, counting the money he found in his wallet.

He turned the car around and stopped. He wondered why Lito has done this to him, the sweet innocent man.

He watched as he slowly walked away. He was surprised he didn't run or call a cab right away. He was just walking. And as he threw Allen's wallet away, he was infuriated. He stepped on the gas and looked straight at Lito's beautiful ass.

'Why me you prick?' He asked.

3sum should be 3Cum (Continued)

The last time (as of this writing) I engaged in a threesome was about five months ago in Cebu City. I was vacationing when I met this incredible guy named Ecko. He's half-German, half-Filipino. We met in a bar, exchanged numbers and promised we would have sex one day.

A week before I left for Manila, he texted me and asked if we could hang out and if it was okay if he brings his friend along. Since I was determined to bounce back from my failed threesomes in the past, I agreed to meet them both on one condition, the other guy has to be a bottom. Period. He said he was so they were in my hotel room in less than 30 minutes.

Ecko brought Joel, whom he met on the internet. Again, my dilemma was still a dilemma. As the host, I should be the one directing the show but when we started, it was as if I was the guest and Ecko choreographed the whole thing.

I was sucking Ecko's 7 incher, he was sucking Joel while the young visitor was just caressing my dick. I told him a couple of times to suck it. He did as told but with so much care like he had braces and was afraid he was gonna hurt me. It wasn't pleasurable at all.

Then Ecko told him to stand up. Since I wasn't done with his meat, I decided to stay. I sucked both their cocks while they started kissing. I saw Joel suck his nipples at one point. But Ecko was just so much in the moment and he enjoyed what he was having that Joel ended up being the recipient almost the entire night. He was, after all, the guest of honor.

This was of course only until I noticed my jaw hurt from too much sucking without getting anything out of it. This is what I hate about threesomes. The idea of three people having sex is quite difficult to fathom. And not all people are knowledgeable about the Book of Ethics when it comes to engaging in one. Here they are:

1. Don't be selfish.
2. Never leave anyone out.
3. Reciprocate.

Apparently, I was going to end up as the fifth wheel in this gathering. I stopped because my jaws hurt and said I will just grab some water. I went to the kitchen, thinking if I should just kick then out since this isn't going too well. However, I imagined that when I left, they would have stopped, waited until I came back, and plan things again, this time, including me in whatever activity should be done.

Unfortunately, when I opened the door, the two were STILL intensely kissing and the exchange of saliva was getting kinda gross. So I politely asked: 'Aren't you done yet? I think I want to rest.' Ecko got the message and apologised. But something tells me he was not sorry at all. He asked if he could use he bathroom. I pointed to where it was.

So I sat for five seconds, realized what a huge mistake this whole thing was. I promised myself never to join threesomes ever again, except if it's going to be with a hot model and a celebrity.

As I was thinking about this, I heard running water. They were still in the fucking bathroom! So I went out and to my surprise, they were still doing it there... in the bathroom.. of MY hotel room. That really incurred my ire so I said:

'I thought you were done here. Get the hell out of my place.'

I didn't wait for Joel to put on his shirt. They were out of the door while water was dripping from hair. Meanwhile, Ecko was trying to tell me that he forgot his cap in my room but I gave him a look that shooed him away. And then I gave them my goodbye line:

'Pathetic assholes. Can't even afford a place for a fuck. Go to hell.'

Threesomes are intense. But without an experienced guy to guide you, it can really be frustrating.

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3Sum should be 3Cum pt. 1

I don't remember how many threesomes I've been invited to. The first invite I got was from an ex-fuckbuddy (Don). My ex-partner (Scottie) and I waiting for a ride near Shangri-La mall when we bumped into Don. He gave me a dirty look as if asking me if, after so many years of not seeing each other, I've learned new tricks in bed.

You see my first fuck buddy was also my first-ever male fuck. He brought me to a cheap motel down south. We literally walked into a dark and narrow street which served as the secret passage for horny people who don't drive cars. It was as embarassing as hell but we both wanted to get it on. Flaking was not an option.

So there he was and his usual dirty look, which brought me back to that filthy room which has a smell as pungent as an old man's piss. We fucked in bed, the bathroom, and the veranda. Three times in one night for a first male fuck is huge for me. But it turned out to be an enjoyable journey. And I'm still in it.

The next day I received a text message from him. I was surprised he even kept my number. He asked how I've been and who I was with when he saw me at the mall. He told me he finds my ex hot and he wondered if we could have one hot night together--all of us three.

I politely declined, saying I am a bit possessive even if the guy's my ex. He just left me with a message which said, 'You don't know what you're missing.'

And at that time, I was pretty sure I did.

What's there to like about threesomes? I personally believe such activity is a complicated display of assets and talents and a tight competition of people who have been with so many performances in bed that they're now ready to show it off.

What's worse is that there are a lot of questions surrounding it: How do you start a threesome? How do you choreograph the entire session? Who's top? Who's bottom? Who's eating my cum? Who's going for the ass? Who's going to have the bottom eat his piece of meat? Who's bigger? Who's better?

I always thought that aside from being a jealous asshole, I shouldn't bother myself with such ludicrous questions. Why should I when I can just have fun with only on guy, no complications, no thinking, just pure fucking.
I guess my negative stand against threesomes stems from the fact that I've never had a decent [or basically a successful] threesome in my entire life.

The first time I ever said yes was when a friend from Cebu told me that his 'hot' friend is coming over to have some fun. You see, it's one of the biggest mistakes in choosing a participant. Terms such as 'hot' and 'sexy' are subject to a person's views on beauty and sex appeal. When his friend arrived, he was nowhere near hot. In fact, he was on the end of the South Pole in my dictionary. But since it was too late to back out. I tried to improvise..make it work.

Unfortunately, trying isn't really a good idea. For one, the guy also didn't like me. I swear I didn't even get a hard on for longer than 2 minutes. So to end the drama, I excused myself and walked out of hell.

to be continued...

Hookerville pt. 3: All About Passion

I have to admit that Leo's eyes were dazzling. I can't think of any other word to describe it. His stare was so sexy, you can easily fall in love with him. So why haven't I? After almost two hours, the Queen has given his whore about four blowjobs (twice, he rimmed the guy) and I was there, trying to suppress the urge to kiss the undeniably sexy guy sitting beside me.

Leo leaned forward, said a few words as if setting the mood. I closed my eyes and asked myself, 'Why would I let this opportunity pass?' I mean there he was, ready to make out with me. He's been paid so I don't have to worry about that.

But THAT was my real issue. Paying someone just to make out with me is just damn pathetic for me. I just couldn't take that off my mind.

'Then devour every inch of that man's skin, you fucker! It's like eating your Brothers Burger, only this one's more spicy.' The Queen once told me. He clearly has no issues with paying men for sex. After all, it's his only way to get laid.

'Does my breath stink?' Leo asked.
I giggled. 'No, Leo. It's fine.'
'Then I don't understand. You seem like a nice guy.'
'Yes, I am.'
'Then, what are you waiting for?'
'I-you-It's just that you guys..'
'Right. I get it. WE -- meaning I am the problem. You don't want to kiss a callboy.'
'Okay, first of all, I didn't say that. Second, aren't you supposed to say dancer instead of callboy?'
'That's not funny.'

He moved an inch away from me. He grabbed his beer bottle and sipped. He's a bit irritated, I can tell. It just confused me even more. Was he disappointed that he wasn't getting laid today or was he scared that his manager might find out that he failed to seduce a client? Either way, money was not his problem.

'You have to get over it.'
'Get over what? What?'
'All the thinking! You think too much!'
'What do you mean?'
'I know you think I'm gross but you have to give me a break. I'm just doing my job here.'
'I know. I understand that.'
'And that this is something I didn't want for me, but you already know that.'
'Yes, you told me.'
'And that you don't have to worry about anything because as soon as you get out of this room, it's as if this never happened.'
'What is it that didn't happen?'
'This asshole...'

He kissed me.... passionately... like he's kissing a girlfriend...or boyfriend...or someone he really, truly fell in love with. His lips were soft and luscious, red and not too thick. Just right. His breath was intoxicating, not because of the beer we drank, but by the passion that fuels each kiss. I kissed him back, as passionately as he did. We made out for about 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, the moaning on the other side hasn't stopped. The queen bee is now taking a bite of Mr. Reptile's nipples. He warns him not to bite them or else. Mika's guy is now fucking his man. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it. He sure looked like he needed some pain killers. After all, Mika is a bottom and it was his first time to fuck a guy--ever. Hence the skills haven't been fully developed just yet.

Leo noticed my eyes were open. He covered them with his right hand as we kissed some more. He started massaging my crotch area as my friend down there is slowly awakening with each moment our lips locked. I am in the moment. I can feel the love. I can feel the sexiness. I can feel so much passion. Leo was really a good kisser.

And it was just that. I didn't allow myself to be carried away so I pulled back and reminded everyone of the time. It was getting late and the bar was closing.

'See, where's the harm in that?' Leo smiled. He was right. I was holding myself back that I didn't get to enjoy the moment as much as I could. 'We could have done more, you know.'

He gave me a piece of paper which has his cellphone number.

'Well, I had a great time.'
'Was I good?'
'Oh is this some sort of a customer survey?'
'Haha, no. I just want to find out if there's a chance you're coming back.'
'Well..'
'It doesn't have to be here..'
'I don't think asking me out in a gay bar is a good idea.'

He paused for a few seconds. Looked at me and smirked. He held my hand and pulled me to the other side of the street. Mika and Queen Bee were about to get on the car. Someone called out my name. But I couldn't stop. Leo's grip was too tight and he was in a hurry.

We ended up standing beside a glowing billboard of a local restaurant.

'Okay, we're here.'
'Here where?'
'Well, you said I can't ask you out in a gay bar so we're out of that wicked place and we're here.'
'And?'
'And I'd like to ask you again... would you want to watch a movie? Or do something. Not sex! Just hang out. Like a date but not a date. And not here. I'll be fully-clothed, don't worry.'

Mika called my attention. It's freezing outside and the sun is about to rise. The street lights were shut off one by one. The Queen had the look of someone wondering what the hell I was doing outside. The trick is to pack up and leave before the sun gives the people enough light to recognize us and see us leave the whore house.

I looked at Leo and whispered something to him.

I sat in the backseat. Mika was still telling The Queen about his first fuck. He was listening intently as if he's really interested. The Queen boasted off his reptile guy and Mika shot back at him saying his whore is more handsome. He was telling the truth.

'Hey Kai, how about you? What was that about--you whispering something to Leo?' Mika asked.

I smiled. Looked down. Touched my lower lip and smiled again.

'I don't know Mika. I really don't know.'

Hookerville pt. 2

I forgot what the bar was called. It was probably a word derived from gay lingo. Outside, there were five hunky—and surprisingly good-looking—men who look like the security guards. I actually liked one of them. Then I noticed he was wearing an extremely small shirt—a muscle shirt. So I figured he might not be part of security after all.

We were greeted by more hunky guys on our way in. They were very courteous that I almost forgot I was entering a bar along Hookerville Avenue. We sat in front of the stage, where the men were supposed to perform. The show hasn’t started yet. A few minutes later, a bunch of guys came over, including the cute one at the parking area. Their ‘manager’ whose name was Pokie introduced each of his ‘talent’ to us. He had a nickname for each guy. Some were dancers. Some were ‘actors’. Some have no talent other than humping a rich gay’s ass.

Queen Bee picked the ugliest one, describing him as the hottest guy in the group. His taste has obviously been westernized. Usually, we would prefer fair-skinned guys, the ones who look like Brad Pitt or Ethan Hawke. Westerners on the other hand like the ‘exotic’ ones. So I guess you know what the guy looked like.

The show started with a group of drag queens dressed in funky costumes, mimicking the Spice Girls in their 1998 Video Music Awards performance. A few more impersonations were presented before the main feature of night. It started with the lights out and some sexy diva song playing. Then came out the sexy men--dressed up like blue collar workers. They’re hot. Filthy. Sweaty. They’re ready to screw with us. But wait, there’s a catch. None of them are really attractive, at least according to my dictionary.

The show lasted for about an hour. The Queen decided to thrown some money into the manager’s plate and rent a private room for the rest of the night.

‘What are we gonna need a private room for? They’re naked right in front of us?’ I asked.
‘You don’t get it do you? It’s a private room. PRIVATE. You know what that means?’

By ‘private’, he meant everything can be done BY the boys and TO the boys. The lesbians backed out because they weren’t too excited to see cocks swinging around the Queen’s happy face. They went home after he paid for the room. I was forced to stay with the Queen and another friend, who was also curious as to what happens behind the closed doors of the bar.

I was surprised that there were three men who joined us. Earlier, there was only one guy sitting with the Queen, caressing his hips while he touches his dick. When I got into the room, there were three men, this time in their underwear, dancing around the Queen.

‘You!’ He pointed to the guy with the big arms. ‘Stay with him. He needs to loosen up tonight.’
‘Oh no, geez no. I’m...I’m alright.’

But before I could run away, the guy, whose name was Leo, closed the door behind me and locked it. He gave me a seductive look and held my hand and pulled me to the sofa.

‘Do you want anything to drink.’
‘Ah yeah, if you have a margarita that would be fine.’
He giggled. ‘Margarita? You’re not in a straight bar.’
‘Right, I figured. So what’s safe to drink?’
‘When I asked you what you wanna have I asked what brand of beer you prefer.’
‘Oh, San Mig light please.’

I was shocked that these guys had some sense of humor. I thought it was all suck and fuck. The more I talked to Leo, the more I learned about their job and how difficult it is.

‘I’m lucky to be with you tonight.’
‘Oh yeah? Is that your script or spiel or what do you call it?’
‘Haha! You’re mean. I don’t tell each customer that I’m lucky to be with them.’
‘Yeah, I bet you just tell maybe 80% of them.’

What’s going on here? Earlier, I almost despised these guys—though I acknowledged the fact that they have undeniably hot bodies. Now I’m actually having a conversation with one of them. The one who just fell on his back while attempting to do a back flip with boots and a jockstrap on.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, someone was already moaning. The queen was administering fellatio on Mr. Reptile. Mika, my other friend who stayed, was kissing the cute guy.

‘Looks like we’re the only ones left idle in this room.’
‘Uhm, Why don’t you go get me more beer.’
‘Now? You’re not done with that one yet!’ He pointed to my bottle which was half-full.
‘Well, it’s not cold anymore.’

‘ You see, prices are tripled when you rent a private room.’
‘Oh yeah?’
‘Yes.’
‘Aren’t you supposed to NOT tell me that.’
‘Haha, yeah.’

The moaning continued and this time, it seemed like someone’s about to cum. I couldn’t figure out if it was Mika’s guy or the Queen’s male whore. Leo was blocking my view and all I could see was an arm waving in excitement as his dick dives into somebody’s throat. He moaned some more. I heard more moaning. A scream. More moaning.

‘You like that?’ The Queen finally spoke.
‘Yeah, do it again.’

While they talked about how the whore wants him to do it—going in circles while playing with his tongue around the shaft of his dick—I still hear someone moaning. Apparently, Mika was getting a blowjob from the cute guy.

‘Holy shit.’
‘What?’
‘Mika’s getting a blowjob from that guy. Shit. The lesbians should have stayed a little longer!’
‘Oh right.’
‘I didn’t know you guys do that too.’
‘Well, it’s a private room. We can do whatever you want us to do.’
‘Shit.’
‘Oh, did you want... here...’

He knelt before me and tried to open my zipper. I refused saying I don’t want him to do me in front of my friends. Suddenly, we were engaged in a tug-of-war of my zipper.

‘Well, we could do it in the bathroom...’
‘Look...pal. Listen...okay?’
‘Uh-huh?’
‘I just—I just came here because they forced me to. I have no money to pay you... I-I really have to intention of--?
‘What’s wrong? You afraid someone’s gonna know about this?’
‘No but..’
‘Baby, you need to relax! You need to loosen up. Besides, the rooms paid, we’re already paid so why don’t we just sit here, I’ll help you relax baby and... ’

‘Don’t call me baby.’
‘Nobody’s looking. Nobody’s gonna tell. Nobody knows we’re here.’
‘MY FRIENDS ARE HERE.’
“Hushhhh.... relax. We’re alone. Trust me. It’s just you...’

He drew closer and closer... He pushed his forehead against mine and whispered,

‘...and ME.’

Celeb I wanna bed: Ryan Reynolds

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Hookerville pt. 1

There's someone at work whom we call the Queen Bee. He is THE bee-otch who, after moving back to the Philippines, have discovered that he can be out and about and still be accepted by his friends. He is 40-45 years old, single and gay, and currently has four boyfriends from two continents, four cities.

We did not become close until we both fantasized about this hot guy at work who one day got drunk and allowed me, the Queen and another discreet gay guy to devour him in a straight bar, while the straight girls were watching.

It was then that we sort of became friends. We became even closer when we were assigned to do a special project. We stayed in an apartment with three lesbians and two other gays. The Queen is not flamboyant, but effeminate. I am a bit effeminate but more stiff. The other is a transvestite virgin.

One time, we talked about life of gay men and how our love lives were. Apparently, the Queen has been getting his boyfriends from Hookerville, giving them allowances, clothes, cell phone credits, and more all to have the illusion that he is in love with a partner and the hoping that the male whore would love him back.

'Why don't you have a boyfriend?' He asked me.
'I just choose to be single. Or maybe it's because I',m just not out there.'
'Look at me, I have four boyfriends and I'm loving it.'
'Hunny, I'm too damn poor to maintain four boyfriends and besides, who needs four?'
'I do.'

Sometimes, I can't stand him. He always talks about his boyfriend leaving his girlfriend AND wife for him and 'how much they both love each other.' In my mind, he was like a director, choreographing every move in their relationship while pulling some dough out of his thick wallet.

Paying for sex isn't really appealing to me. For one, I think that the ones who need to pay for sex are the ones who lived in the Queen's generation: the deprived ones who never got the taste of fresh, young dicks and oozing washboard abs at the gym because they lived at the time of bigotry and homophobia. And they're now desperately trying to catch up.

So with that, I understood the Queen's need to shell out as much cash as he can, just to be with someone. For with that, he feels secure and happy.

***

One Friday night, he asked us out for some wild night of entertainment in a gay bar. I refused at first, saying I've never been to one and that I'm too shy to get inside, fearing that other people might see me. Eventually, with stronger persuasion from the lesbian community, I decided to go and loosen up a bit.

+to be continued+

MERCI BEAUCOUP

I thought I should take a break for a while and let you guys have more time reading the contents of my humble blog. It's been two months since I moved to Blogspot last 11 June '07 and I was surprised with the outcome of my bold move. You see, I've been very, VERY comfortable with my previous webhost. Some of my regular readers even said the old layout is simpler and better that what I have today.

But sometimes, change is healthy. I'm glad it gave me good results. It ain't a huge improvement but I'm happy to see a growth in hits and regular readers since I moved. To date--according to CBox, 3000+ have read or at least visited this site.

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Someone’s knocking at half past midnight

It started out as a joke. And because Augustus and I weren’t really close friends, I just assumed that there wasn’t a single ounce of seriousness in his words. A few minutes before telling him of my plans to move out of my apartment, thanks to my wicked landlady, he offered his place for free. Since I needed a shelter and I had no time to be picky, I agreed on one condition: I would still pay him a certain amount for rent.

We agreed on a certain price. He would often boast that that amount would be not enough for all the amenities that will be available to me once I move in. I would be staying in my own room. There’s a clean bathroom. I can wash my clothes with his washing machine. I can store food in his refrigerator. I can cook food with his stove anytime I want. It was a pretty good deal. I was happy...

I was happy until I found out the truth behind the offer which was to-good-to-be-true. One night, he confessed his love for me. He said that he knows he is not my type but would like his kindness to be reciprocated by my showing him some form of kindness as well.

And I did show him genuine kindness. This was until he started messing with my life. He just acted as if we were living together. He started meddling with my affairs, asking me to do the laundry at home instead of bringing it to the Laundromat. He also started cooking food so I won’t leave the house anymore.

The next thing I know, I was trying to avoid what I used to call my new home. Instead of having a place to rest, I always locked myself in my room, pretending not to hear whatever it is he’s trying to tell me while he’s watching TV or doing stuff outside.

I started to worry when he told his friends that we were ‘living together’. You see, when you say Kai and I ‘LIVE TOGETHER’, it tells you that we are in a relationship. It is more appropriate to say that we are sharing an apartment in order for people not to think of the former.

It didn’t end there. When he’s at work, I would receive calls on his landline phone. Most of the time, I wouldn’t answer. I did maybe a couple of times. It was always his friend who called. It’s bizarre that he always calls at a certain time when he knows Augustus is still at work. He would try to start a conversation with me but I make it a point to sound not-so-interested and hung up immediately.

Later, I found out that he’s been telling people that he’s living with someone and that if they want proof, they can call his number.

One time, I finally used his washing machine to wash my clothes. He offered to wash them for me but of course, I declined the offer. As I was putting water into the machine, he asked what time I would be done with the laundry.

‘An hour tops. Why? You doing laundry today?
‘No, coz my friends will drop by today.’

No shit. Of course, his friends would arrive and see me washing clothes, a bigger proof that he is indeed living with his supposed boyfriend. I threw the water away and told him I changed my mind.

He was also, well, sweet. When I say I want ice cream, he would buy two gallons the next day. When I say I want donuts, two dozens of yummy donuts would magically appear on our dining table. When I say I want a DVD of a certain movie, he would buy it for me without ever asking me to pay for it.

I started to freak out when I arrived from work one day and was surprised to see WHITE ROSES at my door. There was a card that says ‘I love you Kai’. That freaked the hell out of me. I called my friends and asked what I should do. When he arrived, I told him thanks, but no thanks because I am allergic to flowers. I have asthma but it wasn’t as severe as I described it. My little white lie caused him to be a bit cold for the next few days.

What convinced me to leave his apartment was the incident that happened at half past midnight. We were watching ‘Queer As Folk’ before I headed to my room. The last scene I saw was Brian Kinney fucking Justin in his fabulous loft. The scenes were hot and Augustus was definitely getting excited. I left when he started throwing a dirty look at me.

Moments later, I was lying on my bed and my cell phone began vibrating. Upon checking, I saw 10 messages were received within the last five minutes. They were all from him.

‘Kai, I want you tonight’
'Kai, give me your body.’
‘Kai, I am obsessed with your body’
‘Let me eat you tonight, you won’t have to do a thing.’

It scared the shit out of me. I ignored the messages but it didn’t stop. Aside from five more messages within the next ten minutes, he also attempted to call about seven times. When I obviously ignored his pathetic attempts to bed me, he decided to do an act of desperation.
He knocked on my door, begging to suck my cock.

‘Kai, please, I want it. I need it. Please!’

I was shaking inside my room. What have I gotten myself into? I decided to let this poor creature offer his place so he can fulfil his fantasies? Why have I become such a fool! I didn’t have a clue he was a psychotic maniac who’s been wanting to give me a blowjob I never wished for.

The next day, I told him I’m leaving the apartment. He apologised for his actions but I told him he didn’t have to because I’m leaving no matter what. He tried to stop me, saying he just signed a renewal of contract with the landlady so we cannot take anything out of the apartment until the lease has been finalized. HE was obviously bluffing. So as soon as he left, I packed my stuff and left.

True enough, the maniac was lying! I passed by three guard posts and they never said a single thing despite seeing me bring one folded mattress, an electric fan, three large bags, a few clothes on hangers, and some other stuff.

Make no mistake, I am not hot. I just got ‘lucky’ someone obsessed over me.

To Pee or Not to Pee

I've been called many things in bed. My personal favorite is 'Heaven's devil'. It was a 30ish man who drives a Civic and is a production staff at a leading network. When I got on his car, he was pretty quiet.

'Why so silent?'
'Well, I didn't expect you to be like this?'
'SO you're disappointed?'
'No, no. It's just that I thought I was chatting with a devil in bed but I see an angel sitting in my car. It's kinda freaky.'

And it was. After some convincing, he eventually agreed to do it. We were both horny and wanted to just put on a good show for ourselves. HE liked it. (He said this in a text message about five minutes after we left) So did I. However, he thought I lied about my age. He thought I was still in high school. So instead of bringing me to his place, we went into those drive-in motels in Pasig. My first and so far, the best experience in that kind of place.

It's nice when people love what you did to them in bed. It gives you that sense of fulfillment, that after you've hurt your bottom enough to reach orgasm, you return the favor by also giving back an equal amount of pleasure, whether through an unforgettable humping technique or an absolutely sensual foreplay.

But there were times when I had to stop and think before doing what I've been asked to do. One, I am constantly being asked to fuck without a condom. Second, someone already forced me into rimming him, claiming that he used a great amount of PH care to 'cleanse' whatever it is that needs some cleansing. There was a man who was okay with not being rimmed by me, but would force me to kiss after he eats my bottom. It's absolutely gross. Reflex forced me to kick him in his crotch. I hurt him accidentally. I apologised. But instead of hating me, he liked it. he asked me to do it again.

SEXUAL PERVERSIONS.

A PR executive, who was absolutely fluent in English, and who-after doing the usual are-you-top-or-bottom conversation at Starbucks, never spoke a single Tagalog word, asked me to moan and do some dirty talk in the vernacular.

'Say it like you mean it!'
'Huh, are you sure?'
'YEah!'
'Tangina ka! Kakantutin kita putangina ka!'
'YEah! More!'
'Yan, gusto mo? Nararamdaman mo ba kargada ko sa loob mo?'
'Ahhh! You're good man.'

No matter how corny and hideous we may look and act, we still do it. Because we always want to give pleasure to our partners in bed.

I guess the worst I've been asked so far is this one time at the gym. A very handsome man entered the sauna while I was there. He made the first move and I was just there, sitting and receiving all the good graces from this lad. He was quite a catch.

'You cumming?'
'Yeah dude, soon.'
'Just tell me okay?'

I thought he wanted me to cum on his chest... or his face.. or the more common request is to cum in the mouth of my bottom. They've said it so many times: my cum tastes so sweet it's almost like taking candy in its liquid state.

However, the request of this gorgeous lad truly surprised me...

'Once you're done PEE ON MY FACE.'
'What?! I don't think I want to do that.'
'Why not?'
'I can pee in one of the cubicles.'
'I'm here, why not throw me some lovin'? Come on dude. I really need it.'

It was weird. I remember watching a European porn with the same fetish but I never thought of an Asian having the same kind of 'kinky idea'.

As I was about to cum, I wondered what my response would be...

Cemetery Experience

While chatting online, I found someone who claims to have done it in a cemetery. Why the cemetery of all places? 'Because a lot of people do it there.' Curious, I sent him an online message to verify his claim. I asked him random questions about the cemetery, making sure he know the location, the ins and outs of the place. I've been there a couple of times when a teacher passed away.

The next thing I knew, I was standing in a private lot, my cock being sucked by the man I just met a few minutes ago. He was good and he allowed me to take a photo while he was doing me.

After our 'public appearance', he texted me: 'Sarap. Your cum tasted so sweet I had to swallow it all.

The Day I got caught by the police

When George Michael was on Oprah, he already served his sentence in Los Angeles. He allegedly violated the law for indecent exposure. Oprah asked the question: Did you or did you not do it? He narrated that he stopped by a public toilet along Beverly Hills which was apparently a popular gay cruising area. While taking a piss, a man came in and started giving him signals. He vehemently denied doing anything that the police wrote on their report.

He said the next thing he knew, the man introduced himself as a police officer and handcuffed him until they arrived at the police station. He was a victim. I was too.

The same thing happened to me a few years ago. I was watching a movie at a cheap cinema in Makati when someone grabbed my crotch. The man beside me signaled that he wanted some action. I gave in. It was raining and I was horny as hell. I wanted it too.

We started caressing each other's crotch area when a few men passed by. We stopped. Flashlights were directed towards us. We acted like we were bugged and that we don't know each other so they would leave us alone. And so they did.

We went back to what we were doing but was more cautious this time. Since we both got bored, we decided to leave the cinema and screw each other somewhere else. I didn't want to go to a motel and he didn't want to do it in the men's room. So I tried to think of a place. The fire exit!

In that building, the fire exit was as big as a school's hallway. It was dark but the glowing lights of the billboards outside gave us enough light to see where we were going. FOR THE RECORD, we were both fully-clothed and we were a few feet away from each other. He took a piss when suddenly, the door opened and a man with a flashlight yelled, 'DON'T MOVE.'

Scared, I ran downstairs using the stairs of the fire exit. The bars were filthy and filled my hands with dust and dirt. I didn't know where the other guy was. I went down to the 2nd floor. As I opened the door to finally escape, an middle-aged man stopped me and held my arms, and asked me to come with him. Meanwhile, another guard caught the other guy. Later, he told me his name was Paul.

There was a brief interrogation at some corner of the cinema. Thank God he didn't create a scene. He asked for identification and lucky me I was only able to provide my university ID. Paul didn't have one too. All he could present was an international credit card issued in the United Arab Emirates. I learned later on that he just arrived from Dubai and will be back the following week.

After almost an hour of pleading and apologizing, the man just wanted us to admit that we were sucking each other's cocks in the fire escape. Thought, it was the original intention, such incident never occurred when he caught us. I insisted that Paul took a piss. I even asked him to check to see if the floor was wer but he didn't want to. His mind was pretty much closed to the fact that two gay men tried to have sex inside the fire escape area and he was pissed about it.

'If you're not sucking each other then what the fuck were you doing there?'
'He was taking a leak!' I tried to explain it but he didn't want to listen.
'If I go there right now and find out the floor is as dry as desert, I will have you arrested for a bigger crime!'
'Go ahead!' But he didn't want to. He knew the floor was going to be wet in piss.

He took us to the police station two blocks away from the mall. The police station head, who was a tall, rotund guy sat on his podium and started questioning us.

'These two were caught in the fire escape doing something.'
'We weren't doing anything.'
'If you weren't doing anything then I'll file a case for being suspicious characters.'

Behind the police chief, were two shirtless policemen threatening to call the media.

'Tangina nyo mga bakla kayo! Nagchuchupaan kayo sa public pa mga hayuop kayo!'

We sat there quietly.

'Tangina nyo, tatawagan ko media tangina nyo! Papaharap ko kayo sa media.'

The chief shut the men up. He got my ID from the man who was apparently the head of security of the mall, and analyzed the picture. He noticed it was a school ID.

'How old are you, kid?'
'I'm 20.' I lied.
'You know what you..'
'We didn't do any..'
'I know what you tried to do.'
'Hmm..'
'Just get the fuck out of here and DO NOT ever do that again.'
'Okay sir. Thanks sir.'

We both left. I was speechless. I called my bestfriend to tell her what happened. After snapping back into perspective, I called Paul to see how he was doing.

'You okay?'
'Yeah. That was creepy.'
'And I won't do that again.'
'Your fault. You said it was safe.'
'Not a good time to point fingers.'
'So what now?'
'Where are you?'
'Jeep.'
'Me too.'
'See you at McDonald's ****?'
'Yeah, sure. Let's do this.'
'YEah.'

And so we did.