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.'

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.'


  1. so u were bc, i thought suddenly u became silent...hehehe. So the adventures of victor & kai continues....

  2. Another brilliant entry, Kai. Thanks much for sharing.

  3. Hurray!

    Ayan may aabangan na naman ako.

    Kinikilig na nga ako kahit wala pa yung kasunod hehehehhe!

    Hope everythin' okay with you Kai.

  4. hmmm, good build-up. i'll be waiting for the next entry.


  5. hey, thanks guys for staying with me hehe! sorry I've been really busy. I promised myself that i'd finish the other posts i've been working on but work gets in the way.

    Hope you liked this. I have to say that this is one of the true stories in my blog.

    Page 2 will unfold soon...

  6. Whoa!
    Can hardly wait for the story to unfold! =)

  7. Again, the-muscle-guy-is-ideal-and-tempting story. Not always my sort of type but Kai, is this real?

  8. We also did a bookstand in work education. hindi kaya batchmate kita? hehehe :) hello Kai :)

  9. Special shoutout to DAVE RAMIREZ!
    He's been a reader of Lows Highs and ALibis since version 1.0 =)

    Thanks for reading guys! Watch out for page 2

  10. Thanks Kai! :)
    Hehehe! :)
    Yes, since 1.0... though I seldom comment... I'll try to bug this blog with comments whenever I can... Mabuhay ka Kai :)