Tuesday, October 30, 2007

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.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

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?'

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

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.'

Sunday, October 7, 2007

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.