Saturday, July 21, 2007

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.


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?'
'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...

Monday, July 16, 2007

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.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

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.'
'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?'
'Me too.'
'See you at McDonald's ****?'
'Yeah, sure. Let's do this.'

And so we did.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

The Most Beautiful Cock

I decided to switch to Smart BRO recently because of the good feedback I got from my friends. Plus, my previous ISP sucked big time with all the unscheduled downtimes and very slow page loads. Last week, I went to the Smart Wireless Centre and inquired about the rates and requirements, etc. The next thing I knew, I was filling out a form and presentingmy ID.

The lady said I would receive a text asking me to pay the initial amount. Then, the folks will come down to install the gadgets needed. I expected to wait for 3-4 working days. They came within the next 24 hours.

When I got to the door, I saw two sweaty, middle-aged men who were both dark-skinned and looked like they've been installing this thing all over the metro. I invited the shorter guy inside but he asked me to wait.

'We'll wait for the other guy. He'll help you configure your PC.'


After a few minutes, a much younger man emerged from the service van. He was fair-skinned, tall and obviously toned. You could tell by his biceps. I was glad he was the one I need to invite into my room.

When we got to my room, it was a bit of a mess. My clothes were scattered everywhere so I had to clean the mess quickly so as not to embarass myself.

'Sorry, it's a mess.'
'It's okay sir.'

He spoke in a voice similar to Laurence Fishburne's. Very low, yet sexy. Or maybe I was just imagining. He was beginning to sweat and it's soaking his shirt wet, his skin is starting to show. His back must be defined by the looks of it.

So instead of looking at my PC, I stared at his back, his head, his hands. He's quite big. I can imagine whatelse is big in is body. He wasn't really very rich in the looks department but his body was definitely a knock-out.

'Sir? Sir?'
I blinked. 'Yes?'
'We need to restart your PC. Do you need to save anything?'
'No go ahead.'

I lost my concentration for a while. Outside, the rain was starting to pour. The other men were waiting in the van, calling him on his cellphone to check on the status.

'I can't get a signal.' He paused. 'No, someone needs to move the antenna... no you do it. I'm here.. oh so you want me to get myself wet and then come up here to fix the PC?'

Apparently, the other guys were too tired to do the job so he did it himself. He went up the roof and adjusted the position of the antenna. By the time he reached the top, the rain poured heavily. He almost slipped. I yelled something but he said he's fine. I smiled and went back upstairs.

He came back, this time with wet clothes and no men waiting outside. His colleagues went to buy cigarettes so he could fix the PC all by himself.

'Taena.. I just joined the team this afternoon so they think they've done all the work.' He smiled.
'Oh yeah? Well, I guess it's just us for now.' I grinned.

Water was dripping off his shirt. He apologized and asked if he could get a towel.

'No, it's okay. Here.' I handed him a clean towel.
'Maybe I should take off my shirt.'
He looked at me then the door, as if telling me that the maid might see him naked in my room so I need to close it. And I did... I even locked it.

'Now we can work.'
'Your pants are wet too. You wanna borrow some clean shorts so we can put them in the dryer?'
'Oh that's too much trouble.'
'No, the maid isn't done with the laundry so it's a good time.'
'You sure.'

Of course I was. I was excited to see what's underneath.

And so he removed his pants while still shirtless. He was just in his underwear now. I was salivating over what I was seeing. His abs were starting to show after he got wet and his pecs were truly awesome. What a sight!

I hesitated. I told myself that I shouldn't but I did anyway.

'Maybe you should take a rest first. Relax.'

I pushed him to my bed til he lied on his back. He had this confused look on his face but at the same time, some evidence of excitement and fear was there. I was confused myself whether he's going to like this or beat me up for having the guts to do what I was about to do.

There was a moment of silence... a minute or two. We looked at each other and suddenly, he found himself removing his underwear and pulling my head to his cock. Man, the size of that thing... I could barely put one ball in my mouth. The shaft of his dick was by far the most beautiful I've ever seen. There were no marks, the veins were showing but not protruding. The skin was smooth, and it felt great while it was inside my mouth. You could feel the meat on my tongue, sliding and touching it and part of my gums. I started sucking harder like I'm enjoying a lollipop. Somehow, I got the feeling he had the idea of what is the REAL meaning of the word 'sucking'.

The shaft of his dick was just delicious. The meat of his head was packed in a circular shape, probably a cut simpler than German. The color was just pure red and the texture was as smooth as a baby's arm. I licked and licked and sucked and licked and licked some more until he moaned and moaned harder that I had to tell him to shut up.

He grabbed my pillow and started biting, trying to relieve the excitement brought about by the pleasure of being sucked by an experienced one.

Honestly, I never really fancied a dick until I saw his. It took us about fifteen minutes. After several maneuvers copied from the recent porn materials I downloaded off the net, his beautiful meat exploded with white milk all over his chest. He pulled my head, asking me to swallow but I pulled back. He moaned a little and exhaled. I was quick to pull the towel I gave him to prevent his juice from spilling all over the place.

And yes, if you're wondering. He did finish the job and install the thing on my PC. He gave me the receipt.

'Thanks.' He said. He smiled as if it was the best blowjob he ever got.
'Oh, thank YOU.'
' me,' He handed me his card. '..when you need anything.'

Something tells me I am really going to call for some technical support.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Original LHAA site SUSPENDED

Unfortunately, Bravent suspended the original Lows, Highs, and Alibis site. Nevermind. I'm moving permanently to Blogspot anyway. Thanks to the 3000 hits per day. Now, I can focus on updating just one site.

And oh... FUCK YOU HYPOCRITES. - The Official Lows, Highs, and Alibis Site

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Violence pt. 2

The truth is, I don't really know what he meant when he said 'You like it'. Did he already figure out I'm gay and now he's mocking me? Or he knows I'm gay and that I sort of like him? He gave me a puckish smile which I made me more confused.
'Okay, let's stop.' I pushed him away from me. He landed on his back and stood up right away.
'Wait, I have to show you how you can get out of that.'
It was a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move where the attacker pins down the enemy and finishes it with the usual wrestling maneuver before the referee starts counting to three. Only in MMA, it's real and more violent.
He put his arms around me and tried to push me, this time with care, as if sensing that I am already getting irritated for his sheer enjoyment in beating the heck out of me. He kept smiling but it made me more pissed.
'I have to take a shower.'
'Oh.. yeah? Me too.'
He followed me to the shower room. I was silent the whole time. I took off my shirt, wet from extreme perspiration. I grabbed a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. I checked my arms for bruises. Luckily, I didn't find any.
'Did I give you any bruises?'
'No, thank God.'
'Hey, sorry if I was a bit rough. I thought you were having fun too. You seemed to be smiling the whole time.'
'Yeah?' I said nonchalantly.
There was a short pause. Then I went inside one of the cubicles. The shower rooms are nice and clean. There were four cubicles, divided by a glass which still gives you a chance to look at the figure of the man taking a bath in the next cubicle. Of course, it was Joe who was in the next one.
'Have you tried our boxing classes?'
I didn't respond.He asked the question again after a few minutes.
'I said have you tried boxing?'
'Uhm, no. I haven't. And I don't think I will.'
I wasn't really into having a conversation with a guy who just smacked me. So I stopped and went out to dress myself up. He still followed me. This time, I really felt like the guy was mocking me. He kept giggling while telling a story about some gay guy who joined the club to see 'hot men' but he ended up getting beaten in the ring by the straight guys.
'I told Hanz, that was his name, that if you're looking for some action, this is where you'll find it. But if you want some action in the shower room, you get the hell out of my gym.'
At that point, I don't know what happened. I just let it all out:
'You think that's funny? You think you're some cool, straight jock huh? Well you're not. You're a loser for beating that gay guy.'
'Hey.. what the..'
'So that's what you do here? You invite your gay customers and beat them to death?'
'That's not what I..'
'Well, FYI Mister A-hole Master I'm gay too. Are you gonna beat me to death too?'
I stormed out of the gym, leaving him speechless. Somehow he managed to get my number, probably from the gym's files. He tried to call and text me but I ignored him completely.
But since I was in a 12 month contract with the gym, I had to go back and use my membership. I asked the receptionist what time he comes in and I try to avoid that schedule.
But you know, as they say, the more you hate, the more you love. It was especially true in this case...
(to be continued)