tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76167648474980503292024-02-20T00:53:52.444+08:00Lows, Highs, and Alibis RELOADEDThe time to fuck up continues...Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-19014528246557314692015-09-13T10:45:00.002+08:002015-09-13T10:45:23.199+08:00Cosmo Bash 2015 in PhotosThanks to the bad weather, I wasn't able to go to the carnival-themed Cosmo Bachelor Bash 2015. These photos were borrowed from Alecx Ongcal and Rappler.<br />
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<span id="goog_662670631"></span><span id="goog_662670632"></span><br />Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-39803698732680812432015-07-04T20:45:00.001+08:002015-07-04T20:45:09.595+08:00Half a BlowCam was not really the best employee in my department. Oftentimes, he is late and his performance is average. He is not the best-looking either but he has a pretty damn sexy body, I have to admit. He is short but his athleticism makes up for his lack of height. His screaming pecs and biceps make up for his average looks.<br /><br />I never really noticed him at first. Sure, I've looked at his ass at least twice since I hired him but he was forgettable. It was when the office agreed to have a 'Very Casual Day' that he started to...shine. He wore a summer attire that's hard to ignore - tight shirt showing off his muscles with beach shorts and Under Armour shoes. <br /><br />I looked and looked again. I told myself, he's starting to become a bit noticeable. When's the next "Very Casual Day"?<br /><br />It was easy to flirt with him because everyone knew I was gay. The boys would usually throw a green joke around and I would just smile at them. Cam's jokes were pretty hard to ignore though. One morning, he said something funny about my obvious weight loss then he said something about my ass. "Don't lose too much of that or it won't be worth it." Of course, the girls around us didn't react. It certainly made me squint a little.<br /><br />Then another time, the girls and I were talking about our type. I told them I've never been fond of super tall guys. Then he asked "So, do I fit your type of guy?" The girls started teasing us and as usual, I changed the subject. <br /><br />It was only a matter of time before I finally had an opportunity to test the waters even further. One Saturday, our group went to a karaoke bar to celebrate my promotion - which also involves me transferring to a different department (read: he is no longer a subordinate). We sang for hours until we finally quit after all of us got drunk and tired.<br /><br />Of the 10 people that came, 3 people said they still wanted to have an afterparty. One of them was Cam. He convinced me to join them for a couple more drinks. Of course I said yes!<br /><br />We went to the condo unit of Gerard with Cam, myself and a girl named Pam. Once we opened the refrigerator, we realized we needed more drinks. Gerard volunteered to go downstairs and Pam went with him because she needed to get some money from the ATM. Cam and I both said we're tired so we stayed in the living room. Perfect.<br /><br />Okay, we're drunk and probably horny. We said a lot of green jokes, one of them is how much he looked like a penis after he shaved his head.<br /><br />Me: I swear you look like a penis. <br />Cam: No!<br />Me: I swear everytime I see you...<br />Cam: You wanna masturbate me?<br />Me: Haha yeah!<br /><br />That's when he suddenly, put his hand in his shorts and pulled out his erect cock. <br /><br />Cam: I don't think I look like one. See?<br /><br />I kept laughing but I don't know what got into me. I just grabbed his cock and stroked it twice while laughing. I let go of it and still fake-laughed.<br /><br />Then there was silence. He pulled my hand and asked me to stroke it again.<br /><br />Cam: You better hurry. They'll be back any minute now.<br /><br />I was immediately on my knees in front of him sucking his cock like we were on a race. He moaned wildly twice and kept covering his mouth. My hands were all over his body. His chest was fucking tight. He had baby nipples which I had to suck for a short time before he pushed my head back down.<br /><br />Cam: Yeah. Coming. Coming. Coming.<br /><br />Then Gerard knocked twice. I stood up, wiped my face with my shirt. Cam stood up and put a pillow on his hard on.<br /><br />Gerard: You guys cool?<br />Me: Uhm, yeah. We were just....<br />Cam: Relaxing.<br /><br />(Silence)<br /><br />Gerard: Great! Coronas for everyone.<br />Me and Cam: Great!<br /><br /><br /><br />Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-78015332467343921622014-03-01T01:34:00.001+08:002014-03-01T01:45:16.726+08:00Three months...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Once in a while, I'd get these little sexcapades in the most unexpected places.<br />
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Take for example, this movie theatre in an upscale mall in the city. Make no mistake: this is NOT one of those moviehouses. It's clean and absolutely decent. There's usually an usher roaming around during the entire movie. Restrooms also have attendants. There's [supposed to be] no safe place for a quick suck or fuck.<br />
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However, on a laid back Sunday night, the ushers were nowhere to be found. The movie playing was a third class sci-fi film which flopped in the U.S. There were literally 10 people in the entire theatre and I was sitting in one of the highest rows. Better seat. Better view.<br />
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Five minutes into the movie, a man appears to be looking for his seat. Upon realizing that he didn't choose well, he decided to look for another one. After all, there were a lot of empty seats. He moved up... and in a split-second, his eyes met mine just as the MTRCB logo with the bright white background is shown on the screen.<br />
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Someone wants to have some fun.<br />
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He sat beside me. He looked nervous. On a scale of 1-10, he's a low 4: he's probably in his mid-40s and he's not my type. But his arms and chest are quite beefy. Either he lifts for a living or he lifts at the gym. Either way, my dick is not complaining.<br />
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He's obviously a straight guy looking for an adventure. He didn't even try to touch my dick. I know the game. I know it very well. I put my had on his crotch, slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. At first, it was kinda disappointing. It wasn't small but it also wasn't very big.<br />
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The shaft is kind of fat though and it's starting to gain size as I try to stroke the head a little bit. When I start stroking too hard, he would push my hand away.<br />
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He's probably cumming soon. I better suck it now.<br />
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Thirty minutes in... still no ushers. It's game time.<br />
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I pulled down his pants a little bit and put his very, very, very hard cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked it so fast for five seconds, bit the hardest part of the shaft. The guy was covering his mouth while he tried not to scream.<br />
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I sat straight again and surveyed the area. It's still safe. I started stroking his cock when suddenly I noticed it was wet. TOO wet.<br />
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'Did you cum already?'<br />
'Fuck, yeah.'<br />
'That was...fast'<br />
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I was still stroking it. My hand was soaked in lots and lots of cum.<br />
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'THREE MONTHS. Fuck. THREE MONTHS. FUCK.'<br />
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That explains the bucket of cum in my hand.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-18896693681642054812014-01-31T12:35:00.003+08:002014-01-31T12:35:52.495+08:00Thoughts on new web series 'Hunting Season'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While others are criticizing 'Looking' for the lack of sex (note: there's some steamy scenes on the third episode), some are actually praising '<a href="http://huntingseason.tv/">Hunting Season</a>' as a more realistic portrayal of 'the gay life'. The web series, which is composed of only 8 episodes as of this writing, is based on the book 'The Great Cock Hunt (also based on the popular blog with the same title). </div>
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'Hunting Season' is often called the gay 'Sex and the City' due the similarities in the show's format, the main character's way of narrating and the topics that each episode delves into - mostly relationships, hook-ups. The story follows Alex (Ben Baur) and his friends who is having trouble dating but scores wild sexual [mis]adventures easily. He documents his sexcapades through his anonymous personal blog called 'The Great Cock Hunt'. </div>
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One big difference between SATC and Hunting Season is the absence of 'real' issues other than relationships. I mean, gay shows tackling sex and relationships cannot NOT touch the issue of HIV. I would love to see what each character think about <a href="http://healthland.time.com/2012/07/17/truvada-5-things-to-know-about-the-first-drug-to-prevent-hiv/">Truvada</a> and erectile dysfunction. SATC touched on so many issues about women from their vaginas to fashion to breast cancer.</div>
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To their credit, the show is only less than 30 minutes long so they have to be as concise and entertaining as possible. While I feel like the story still lacks something, I still enjoyed each episode. The actors are funny and the script is superb. And oh yeah, the actors are pretty hot and cute too.</div>
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Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-72859291881281424262014-01-11T00:12:00.003+08:002014-01-11T00:12:58.707+08:00[Work Series] The IT Guys pt 3At first, I was struggling with the thought of having to make the first move. After all, he works in the same company. I am holding a higher position. He can easily file a sexual harassment case against me. Even though this is a personal request, a couple of other IT folks knew he was going to fix my laptop that day.<br />
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I waited for his cock to naturally relax...but it didn't. And seeing it hiding under the wet towel made mine as stiff as a board in no time. He noticed it. I tried to redirect his attention to something else...like, the TV.<br />
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"Do you have clean shorts I could borrow Sir?"<br />
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"Yeah, I do."<br />
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Perhaps it was my unconscious (dirty) mind but I grabbed the smallest and shortest pair I have in my closet. He laughed when he saw it.<br />
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"<i>Pekpek</i> shorts!"<br />
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"That's okay. You have the legs for it!" ve a<br />
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I pointed my finger to his toned legs. He had some killer calves. I love toned calves. They turn me on like crazy.<br />
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He decided not to wear a shirt so his big chest became somewhat of the attraction of the night. He obviously goes to the gym but he probably is not doing something right. His arms are huge. His chest and legs are toned. He has a small (but cute) tummy. However, something just isn't quite right.<br />
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He started doing something on my computer. I can see his hard on fading but I still see the outline of his cock. This is the first time in many months that I am seeing an almost sexy naked guy in my apartment. He looked damn sexy while typing half-naked.<br />
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He opened folders... and a few more. Suddenly, he stumbled upon my vast collection of m2m porn. He laughed and waved his finger:<br />
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"Hala, this is a company computer Sir! And you have loads of porn here. My boss won't be pleased... hahaa!"<br />
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"Haha.. Why don't we keep that a secret."<br />
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He somewhat became a little serious.<br />
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"I've always been curious about you Sir."<br />
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"What do you mean?"<br />
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"We all thought you were straight."<br />
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"You did? Who's we?"<br />
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"The IT team. Us boys."<br />
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"Oh... well. The stack of porn confirms I'm not. Haha."<br />
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"I guess."<br />
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There was a moment of silence. He reached for the glass of water. Then he became even more serious."<br />
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"There was this gay guy in our neighborhood who's been bothering me. He thinks I'm too easy.. hehe"<br />
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"Why would he think that?"<br />
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"I don't know."<br />
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"Maybe you're such a tease...."<br />
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"No Sir. Never."<br />
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"You are kind of a tease. Even in the office..."<br />
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"what made you say that Sir?"<br />
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"I don't know. I guess you're the type who's probably any gay guy's type."<br />
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"So that mean's I'm your type Sir? Hehe. Just kidding."<br />
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"Haha... maybe."<br />
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Another awkward silence.<br />
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"That gay guy from our neighborhood has been asking if he could suck my cock."<br />
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"Oh? Did you....give it to him?"<br />
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"Hell no! He's like a dirty old gay guy."<br />
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"So if he's not dirty and old, you would?"<br />
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"Hmmm..."<br />
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"Nevermind. Don't answer that."<br />
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"That's okay Sir. Honestly, I've been curious.But I have never tried. Does that make me gay?"<br />
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"No, not really. I've sucked a lot of straight cocks in the past. They're still living their happy straight lives."<br />
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He laughed hard. "Hahaha! Wow, that many Sir?"<br />
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"I can't help it if I'm really good.." I bit my lower lip. He laughed again.<br />
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I can see his cock slowly rising. He was struggling to keep it down. The small shorts was not helping. His cock was obviously fucking big. The head was slowly making its way out as it's starting to grow bigger and bigger.<br />
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"Do....you..."<br />
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"What sir?"<br />
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"Nevermind.."<br />
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"Do ... you want me to?"<br />
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"What?"<br />
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I don't know what possessed me. I just pulled down his shorts, pulled out his cock and started sucking on the entire thing. I gagged at first. I was right! It was HUGE. Bigger than I expected actually. I started licking the shaft. He seems to like that a lot. But he was pushing my head downward. He likes it fast. I sucked his cock in a swift, steady motion until he yelled profusely and came all over my face.<br />
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He let out a shitload of fucking cum. All over my face....and chest. When I turned around, his cum also hit the sofa and the floor. He was a fucking shooter. It was so hot.<br />
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I told him to relax while I get the towel. He tried to grab it from me but I insisted that I clean him up. But before I started wiping the cum off with baby wipes and my towel, I just thought of a better idea.<br />
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I sucked the cum off slowly... It tasted really sweet. I have never done anything like this before. I never liked asking anyone to cum in my mouth. But for Carlo, my hot IT guy, everything is possible.<br />
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"Wooooo!" He exclaimed.<br />
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"Wow"<br />
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"Wow sir. That was... great"<br />
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"Thanks for fixing my computer."<br />
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"Welcome sir."<br />
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"Just know that I might discover a virus again soon so you might need to come back."<br />
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"Hehe. I'll definitely be back Sir."<br />
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"No Problem."<br />
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He stood up and went to the shower. His butt was hanging out for me to see. I started touching myself again.<br />
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"Oh and sir..?"<br />
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"Yes Carlo?"<br />
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"I don't have to tell you.. that this is our little secret, right?"<br />
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"I won't say a word to anyone"<br />
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And that has always been our official parting words when he comes over to my apartment.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-53091802486480204702013-12-25T19:17:00.001+08:002013-12-25T19:17:28.769+08:00Christmas<p dir="ltr">Before today's mass ended, the priest said: "Bow your heads and pray for God's blessing". So I did.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And there it was, a perfectly shaped butt of a mid-20s guy who is about 5'10" and was wearing tight shorts.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Obviously a runner... his thighs were toned and his calves were delicious.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have a feeling I will be asking for more blessings next Sunday.</p>
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The following day, he apologized for being absent and promised he will work on my other requests as soon as possible. And he did. That's what really turns me on. He's smart, he's sexy, and he delivers. I wonder if he's the same when he's in my bed.<br />
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It was 5'o clock in the afternoon. He went to my office and confirmed if the visit is a go. Of course I said yes. He said he'll drop by around 6PM because he'll be coming from a basketball practice. Nice. I gave him my unit number and directions on how to get there. I was so excited.<br />
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He arrived 5 minutes past 6. He apologized for being late. I was wearing very short shorts and my loose shirt. He was still in his basketball shorts. I showed him my other laptop (the one that really had a problem with the OS) and he started fixing it.<br />
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"You want beer?"<br />
<br />
"Light?"<br />
<br />
"I have that and a stronger one... or wine."<br />
<br />
"I'll have the light, Sir."<br />
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"Good choice."<br />
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He was sweating like crazy. The entire process lasted for about an hour. We talked a little about how to fix it the next time it happens. He taught me how to back up my files. He told me where he lives and all that shit.<br />
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By the time he's done, I asked him if he wanted to use my bathroom to take a quick bath.<br />
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"Can I? I smell like shit."<br />
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I laughed. "Not really. But go ahead."<br />
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I watched him take off his clothes. I gave him a clean towel. Doesn't he know I'm gay? He took off his pants like he was in a locker room. I got a 5-second glimpse of him wearing only his underwear just before he quickly wrapped himself with the towel. Of course, I deliberately gave him the small towel. He looked damn sexy.<br />
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Fifteen minutes later, he was dripping wet. I was sitting on my couch trying to cover my hard on.<br />
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"Sorry sir, your floor is wet."<br />
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"That's okay..."<br />
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He quickly realized that all of shirts were soiled and his shorts were full of his sweat.<br />
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"Shit." He said while scratching his head.<br />
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"No worries. You can use my washing machine. I have a dryer. It'll dry in no time. You're not in a hurry, are you?"<br />
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"Not really. Is it okay if I stay for a little bit?"<br />
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Of course my response was a resounding yes.<br />
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I gave him a couple more bottles of beer. By the time he finished his third, he was already tipsy. His clothes were still in the washing machine. He was still wrapped in my small towel. When he stood up to reach for the bottle, the tiny knot broke revealing his gorgeous pelvic muscles. Hanes - that's what his underwear says.<br />
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"Oops..."<br />
<br />
"That's okay." I smiled.<br />
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I picked up the towel and gave it to him. But I deliberately shoved it to his crotch.<br />
<br />
"Hehe, sir. You're trying to wake up the beast."<br />
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I just smiled. "Did I?"<br />
<br />
"Just kidding."<br />
<br />
"I'm not."<br />
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He gave me a confused look. His cock was still hard. I could see it. He didn't cover it with the towel. He was just standing there in front of me as if waiting for something to happen.<br />
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"So.." I said.<br />
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"So...." He smiled.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-41716905087361205212013-07-21T22:26:00.001+08:002013-07-21T22:26:38.663+08:00[Work Series] The IT guy pt. 1I started with a new company a couple of months ago. It's great. New job, new beginnings.<br />
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New hot boys too.<br />
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I was looking at this very quiet systems administrator from the IT department. He's about 5'9" and is extremely buff. They say he works out for a couple of hours everyday at the nearby gym. It shows. His biceps were monstrous. Of course, I only looked from a distance. I was, after all, technically his supervisor. I work on several IT projects and they report to me.<br />
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I've never been good at flirting. The first time we had a real conversation, I asked about some IT stuff. Still about work. That's bad. I waited until he started cracking jokes before I asked him personal questions.<br />
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Is he married? No. But he has a domestic partner and they have 2 kids.<br />
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Is he gay? Definitely not. He's as straight as an arrow - which makes it more exciting.<br />
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Does he have a big cock? We're going to find out soon.<br />
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I hope nobody noticed that I have been calling IT more frequently to fix the slightest issues I have with my computer. Blurry screen? Call IT. Screen froze for 5 seconds for no reason? Call IT. Internet connection's gone cold? Call IT.<br />
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I would always look for Carlo. That's his name.<br />
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The first time I thought that getting him was a possibility happened when my files won't sync. Something to do with the connection. I called IT and they sent Carlo to fix it. His sexy Ilonggo accent was intoxicating. It was a Friday. He wore a tight, red Ferrari shirt that exposed his big pecs. They're to die for. Temperature was pretty cold in my office so yes... his nipples stood at attention. I almost licked them when he stood in front of me.<br />
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He didn't ask me to leave my desk. Instead, he moved more closely. My arm was sort of scratching with his muscular biceps. I was breathing more slowly than usual. He looked at me and started asking me questions. He scratched his head, showing me more muscles as he bent his left arm.<br />
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Then I finally asked him.<br />
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"I have this thing with my personal laptop. The OS is sort of - for a lack of a better term - fucked."<br />
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"That's easy. We can back up your files and reformat your laptop. Just bring it here tomorrow."<br />
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"It's too heavy... and I don't think the guards will let me bring a personal laptop."<br />
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He smiled. "Then I can probably drop by this Saturday to check it out."<br />
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I squinted. Then smiled. "Sure. Text me what time you can drop by."<br />
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"I don't have your number."<br />
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"Here you go.. XXXX XXXXXXXX"<br />
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<b>And that's how this IT affair started.</b><br />
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<i>To be continued...</i>Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-33934732504638952172013-03-13T01:05:00.001+08:002013-07-08T19:34:39.328+08:00Mock-fucked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6sSDxaOTROsYZuzAMjUCGCu4u33E96K-YjR5rQ4ZhLYA_vVWjP-RXKH0tb7QEhZckIg5NqU7EjsBfZNyF8hc8904s8btrjweSPujUcW2PoIwotapXcsPw8aLK1eywQ5zxdmB3oqy0LFt/s1600/bybruno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6sSDxaOTROsYZuzAMjUCGCu4u33E96K-YjR5rQ4ZhLYA_vVWjP-RXKH0tb7QEhZckIg5NqU7EjsBfZNyF8hc8904s8btrjweSPujUcW2PoIwotapXcsPw8aLK1eywQ5zxdmB3oqy0LFt/s320/bybruno.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><br />Today I got mock-fucked. You know, the other guy puts his cock in your ass but not IN you. I went to Robinsons Manila to watch Oz: The Great and Powerful (great movie by the way) when I noticed a few guys standing in the back. The theatre wasn't exactly full so we already know what's going on back there. I went to the restroom then stood by the concrete divider. There were four of us. One guy was tall, kinda chunky but also kinda hot. The second guy was ugly but was so eager-horny. The third one was lanky and shy.<br />So here's what happened. I flirted with Guy #1 and he let me suck his dick. At first, the size was disappointing but I am a 'skilled worker'. His cock was ginormous in no time. Tasted great too. We heard steps. Someone was approaching. We stopped and switched partners. I was being sucked by Guy #2. He was fucking good. He knew how to play with his tongue and he licked every fucking inch of my cock. VERY SKILLED indeed. My favorite (which is normally not really my favorite but this guy was so good so..) was when he sucked me around the shaft, licked it like melting ice cream and put everything in his mouth in a split second. That was hot. Then we heard steps again. We stopped. Then switched partners again.<br />Before the wizard defeated the witches, Guy #1 was now being sucked by Guy #2. The two were at it like they didn't know what subtle means. The scene was so hot I wanted to take a video and post it on Xtube. On the other hand, Guy # 3 was playing with my ass cheeks. He moved his fingers around it. Suddenly, I was surprised when he pulled my shorts and put his cock inside me. No condom but of course, he didn't even get through gate 1. I pretended he was already in me, I moaned. He liked it. I was being mock-fucked! It was hot! I just imagined it was real. Minutes later, a splash of cum covered my ass. Great. My underwear was soiled. I ran to the restroom and wiped his cum with tissue. He gave me a pat on the back like I did something great. He smiled at me and left. Then he came back. He spanked my right ass cheek. He smiled again then left.<br />Have you ever been mock-fucked?<br />Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-63162035034636439222011-09-07T04:18:00.001+08:002012-02-05T17:06:29.402+08:00Almost Fucked Up<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I met Martin while I was killing some time at SM North Edsa mall. He was actually not my type. He was dark-skinned, 5'8" and had a lot of facial hair. Yet I somehow found him sexy. Maybe it was his big chest, semi-toned arms and his pa-cool demeanor that caught my eye.<br />
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Like all hook-ups, ours started with eye contact. He followed me around the mall until we reached a 'safe' corner. He approached me and talked to me like I was really expecting him. He asked if I wanted to hang out. I politely declined. On one hand, I was holding a ticket to see 'Avatar' in 3D. I wasn't about to let a hook-up get in the way. He turned around, as if thinking of another great pick up line. Then he faced me again. His smile was infectious, sexy and very enticing. I know I'd fuck him in a heartbeat but the 3D ticket costs more than a quick fuck.<br />
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I ended up giving him my number. He promised to text me. I didn't expect him to. <br />
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Two months later, I was texting him from my bedroom. We've been sharing some silly quotes and some jokes. After sometime, this routine got boring so I decided we should meet again and finally fuck his brains out. <br />
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We first had dinner then watched a movie. We walked around the mall just talking about how we like it: top or bottom, slow or fast, how many rounds, etc. The sexual stimulation finally reached its peak that we decided it was time to visit the nearest Sogo hotel. <br />
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Then he dropped a bomb on me.<br />
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While approaching the hotel, he told me that he wishes the sex wasn't that unforgettable because he has to be away for two months. When I asked why, he explained that he is working as a seaman for a large shipping company. <br />
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It wasn't his job that bothered me. It was his possible lifestyle. Prior to meeting Martin, I read an article about the rise of HIV cases especially for seamen. I was worried and he noticed it. I explained my concern and jist laughed at me like it was a crazy idea. I apologized because I couldn't do it with him because I was scared and he wasn't assuring me that he was 100% clean. <br />
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He got pissed but also quite challenged. I could tell this guy was really interested in me. He told me that when he gets back after 3 months, he will take an HIV test with me and shove it up my ass - while he fucks me. <br />
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He was on a ship for three months but the texting and emailing never ceased. I got to know him more through his stories about his job and his family. He is working as an engineer at the engine room. He is the only son and he has four sisters. I also learned that he really likes me.<br />
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Excited about the idea of a relationship, I decided to wait until he comes back so we can finally talk in person about our situation. Soon after his contract expired, he came back to the Philippines and immediately arranged for us to meet. Great! We've been talking about having sex when he gets back. Finally, we'll get to do this.<br />
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But like a true gentleman, he remembered his promise to take an HIV test to assure me he is safe. So the day after he arrived, we went to a private clinic . They gave him some counselling before taking his blood. We sat at the waiting area for thirty minutes until the results were released. <br />
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Minutes before he was called by the doctor, he had a sexy smirk on his face. He pointed his finger at me then made a gesture as if he was fucking someone. He told me, 'This is you.' I asked him to stop. <br />
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Then a doctor called his name. He blew me a kiss before going inside. It was the longest 15 minutes of our lives. When he came out, he was shivering. His sweet smile has been wiped off his face by a piece of paper that indicates he is HIV positive. <br />
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That was the first time I didn't see a smile on Martin's face. He hugged me tight for a couple of minutes before excusing himself as he said he needed to go to the bathroom. I told him I will wait at the lobby.<br />
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That was the last time I saw Martin.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-29733621974781877482011-04-04T16:58:00.002+08:002011-07-10T18:47:51.244+08:00Waiting<div class="pp_items"><div align="left" class="pp_item">I've had only a few encounters with waiters. I don't exactly know if it's the pleasure of being served or just the slightest show of flirtation that excites me. <br />
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Some years ago, I had a huge crush on this waiter at Pizza Hut. He was very tall, very masculine, and his smile was to die for. He probably figured out that I liked him by the time I visited the restaurant for the 5th consecutive time and talked to no other waiter but him. But he was obviously straight. And I was still in the closet. <br />
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My first bold move happened in Malate. I was with a friend who knew almost everyone in all the gay establishments in the area - from waiters, to go-go boys, to owners and bouncers. Like a newly outed gay man, he introduced me to the cute waiters of O bar one by one. It was almost like an audition. He asked them to smile, kiss me on the cheek, shake my hand and go. I wasn't interested in anyone.. until I met Chris.<br />
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Chris was undeniably straight, and a new waiter I figured. He was very awkward and extremely nice, unaware of the watchful eyes of the gays waiting for him to hand them the drinks they ordered. I was one of them.<br />
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I gave him a tip. I tucked it in his pocket while 'accidentally' touching his crotch. The size intrigued me for a moment. He smiled. And walked away after giving me his number on a sheet of paper.<br />
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I texted him a couple of times and asked if we could hang out. He politely declined the offer saying he only works there...but doesn't entertain sidelines. <br />
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***<br />
<br />
Perhaps the boldest attempt at getting a waiter was done by a former colleague. We were at a restaurant up north when he asked the waiter where we could find guys for hire. The man, who look liked he gets this question everyday, mentioned a couple of places before saying, 'or you can get me sir. Just let me know when.' <br />
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tbc.</div></div>Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-18331388603746909102011-03-19T04:54:00.001+08:002011-03-19T04:54:29.660+08:00Definitely back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi447roeNtiTKc6mVed3T-qzf445N8OEdxJ4UN90opSg-7CgcxMP5nLWzq-hvwQqtooqSH06K7YmJfUa8Sp7O4gaV4JwSiYnMUKY6fMIK_sDxhS_tgka-YPwMq_X26GRhnGttSFmaOZqTwj/s1600/tumblr_l6hh7q0HUm1qd1toho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi447roeNtiTKc6mVed3T-qzf445N8OEdxJ4UN90opSg-7CgcxMP5nLWzq-hvwQqtooqSH06K7YmJfUa8Sp7O4gaV4JwSiYnMUKY6fMIK_sDxhS_tgka-YPwMq_X26GRhnGttSFmaOZqTwj/s320/tumblr_l6hh7q0HUm1qd1toho1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Thanks to Blogger's new features, I was able to salvage what was left</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">of my old blog. I'm imported the posts onto this new blog. In case you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">are one of those people who use to follow me, you can now revisit your</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">favorite posts.I have also reinstated my relationship with Twitter,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">write more. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Time has not been my friend lately but what would be the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">point of reviving this blog?There are a lot of things I would like to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">share. Things I could never share with anyone because... well, either</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I'm too embarrassed to share them or it's true what a friend told me:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I left my other foot in the closet.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">More to come soon. Like really</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">soon.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span>Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-76962817978065861922011-02-28T18:09:00.001+08:002011-03-18T20:12:51.459+08:00Back in action<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="left"><p>I'm sad that I've lost my readers. My old url has been blocked so they probably do not know bout the new one. I haven't posted anything on here but I'll start posting old entries first.<br /><br />ciao!</p></div><div class="pp_item" align="left"><h4 class="pp_title"><br /></h4></div></div>Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-3710917191891584912010-11-28T17:11:00.001+08:002010-11-28T17:11:20.999+08:00Closet Freak<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="left"><p>Testing this microblogging app on my phone. Hope it works!</p></div></div>Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-78001338568616754392009-07-20T09:27:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:34.879+08:00Dose (12): Good Execution, Bad Message<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfKGAB8jKn2YZFIDAkStP3COCwntve-WyI8RcEaHMuB-aL-2Sb5hKHoer-kXGjUr2x7dZVFOqHyAifCcJ_QVWUyz3774afKcHy_AsOzEH-PFv4G4qmciga-9_PNtCCz5_y3OuQiYKqkjy/s1600-h/dose_movie_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfKGAB8jKn2YZFIDAkStP3COCwntve-WyI8RcEaHMuB-aL-2Sb5hKHoer-kXGjUr2x7dZVFOqHyAifCcJ_QVWUyz3774afKcHy_AsOzEH-PFv4G4qmciga-9_PNtCCz5_y3OuQiYKqkjy/s400/dose_movie_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360355678139129730" border="0" /></a><br />I was very intrigued after watching the trailer of Dose on Youtube last year. It shows a young boy entering the room of his gardener and the scene is supposed to suggest that he was about to administer fellatio on the sexy man portrayed by indie star Yul Servo. The reviews online were great. I thought it was great too. The execution was definitely 'artistic'. They showed not too much skin and the sexual messages were not out there for us to see. There's definitely a lot of room for imagination, especially for someone who has been abused by someone in his younger days.<br /><br />Pedophilia is a serious issue. I don't approve of men taking advantage of the innocence of young boys just to satisfy their sexual urges. I have a friend who does this and he is no longer a friend of mine. I think it is disgusting and inaappropriate and complete wrong in every angle you look at it.<br /><br />This is why I was beyond shock when writer and director Senedy Que explained that this story is about love that knows no gender. He forgot to mention that gender does have an age and that love or sex is not a game kids can play at a very young age. I hate the fact that the movie ended that way. It looked like it's promoting pedophilia - that it's okay if your family driver, uncle, gardener, or cousin takes advantage of you because 'you were in love'. That's just plain bad. Plain bad. There's something seriously wrong here.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-10049039996871288402009-03-22T22:35:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:34.906+08:00I am Dating a Porn Addict<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB77Vto0-KdVGt29Cpn9vvKZUhEzkSLmoZMutyWGkJARZU7gqxTb7HOGyDlN2ttOvntQVn7VH45oDeAh-MRAOIig2Yejj4J_aucXcwlHOorCD2Ku7ROnrlIP7kCFfJBnKI96GjQgD0kQB1/s1600-h/141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB77Vto0-KdVGt29Cpn9vvKZUhEzkSLmoZMutyWGkJARZU7gqxTb7HOGyDlN2ttOvntQVn7VH45oDeAh-MRAOIig2Yejj4J_aucXcwlHOorCD2Ku7ROnrlIP7kCFfJBnKI96GjQgD0kQB1/s400/141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316021149967856866" border="0" /></a><br />It was around 2AM when my phone rang, No, it wasn't a bootie call. It was from my friend Edward. He sounded so upset and begged that he drop by to discuss something really important. I politely said that it was too freaking late to accept visitors. He asked if I was staying in a hospital. All I could say was, 'I get your point.'<br /><br />It took him only five minutes to come to my apartment. Apparently, he was just staying in the convenience store downstairs for two hours now. He asked me to check my phone and I saw that he's been trying to reach me since 8 in the evening.<br /><br />'So what so important that it's worth 20 missed calls and 15 text messages?'<br />'It's Ron.'<br /><br />Ron is Edward's boyfriend. It was I who first met him in a bar in Malate. I barely saw a spark when we dated twice. On our third date, I decided to introduce him to some of my closest friends - the list included Edward. The two hit it off so quickly - so quickly they did oral sex in the bathroom while I was busy getting free drinks from a hot 30-something guy at the bar. When I realized things are not going to happen between me and Ron, I decided to drop him. Two days later, I learned he was fucking Ed twice a day.<br /><br />'Is this my karma?'<br />'Oh Jesus, can we please get off the subject of karma.'<br />'If it is, I already paid my sins.'<br />'What's the problem Ed? I know it's not karma so please go straight to the point or I'm kicking you out. I have a meeting tomorrow and I need to get up early.'<br /><br />He paused. He looked at my TV and stared at me.<br /><br />'He's addicted to porn!'<br />'He's what?'<br />'He buys them from this guy who runs this website.'<br />'What's the URL? I remember I have to buy new...'<br />'Fuck you!'<br />'I'm kidding. So what? Ron's a pretty horny guy. I love porn too. What's wrong with that.'<br /><br />He had a worried look on his face. Worried that he might be talking to the wrong person.<br /><br />'I understand porn is something that existed for ages now and people are entitled to it.'<br />'True...'<br />'But is it okay if he prefers to watch porn that have sex with you?'<br />'Huh? Okay that's insane.'<br /><br />And I thought he was exaggerating. He told me that it started two months ago when he caught Ron masturbating in front of his laptop. He went inside the room inconspicuously and grabbed his cock with his wet mouth. 'Minty' he said as he just brushed his teeth.<br /><br />However, instead of creating a hot scene that night, Ron's meat suddenly lost its muscle - he got up and looked pissed. Ed wondered why he became soft. Was it the mouthwash or the toothpaste?<br /><br />Or was it me?<br /><br />Later that night, he woke up because he felt the bed moving. Again, he caught Ron masturbating with his eyes closed. He licked his nipples and said 'Yeah baby, yeah' and grabbed his cock. To his surprise, he came less than a minute after he held his penis. That's when he became suspicious.<br /><br />Days passed by and Ron started making excuses so he could skip their usual schedule for sex. He would tell him that he still has some work to do but then he'll find him in front of the laptop, watching videos of Sean Cody and Randy Blue. He tried to confront him but he seemed embarrassed. Ed didn't know what to do. He got so irrational one time that one time, he pulled out his box of porn CDs and threw them away. When he found out, he was infuriated and fucked him against the wall until he felt like his hole was bleeding. It didn't bleed - but the sex wasn't good either.<br /><br />'What do I do?'<br />'I have no idea.' And I was telling the truth. I felt that this problem was psychological and he had to try to consult a professional.<br /><br />'Oh but I heard that it's normal. People are sometimes not stimulated well by their partners. Not your fault though. Some people just require you to go to the heavens to find their GSpot.'<br /><br />'So - I - What do I have to do then?'<br />'My friend who's a doctor once said you have to target the source of the problem.'<br />'Meaning I have to throw his laptop?'<br />'Not exactly. You need to give in and once he's into it - give him the finger.'<br />'EXCUSE ME?'<br />'They say it works.'<br />'You mean I'll stick my finger in his fucking ass...'<br />'..and tickle his GSpot.'<br /><br />He was completely grossed out with the idea. I was surprised he was. For someone who's had guys to do that to him I thought he would be a little more open minded.<br /><br />'But he's top!'<br />'Hey, I am too but I tried it.'<br />'And?'<br />'It was GREAT. Not something I would ask my sex partner to do everytime we fuck but hey, once in a while you need to shake things up, right?'<br /><br />The next morning, Ed bought a small KY jelly tube and a condom. He's never been a top before but he figured his fingers might do a better job than his penis. And while he found his partner massaging his cock under the sheets - he put a condom on his finger, lubricated it well and wished himself good luck.<br /><br />'Well, here goes nothing!' He said to himself.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-32303543097222529592009-03-15T05:52:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:34.920+08:003:59 AM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhic0wdSdD1SnIzvPkKb-7SUgv2tuMADoMjjvu2h45RymnFJz_cJOqDGPPGYuqxSnlLrsUKLpDB_jE5n3XVP1CIbcj47HiZChUYRn4ySrd-9t8CJYS6NAl_JI3gn-yl8jekZrmPjCl7vuRu/s1600-h/the+most+beautiful+cowboys+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhic0wdSdD1SnIzvPkKb-7SUgv2tuMADoMjjvu2h45RymnFJz_cJOqDGPPGYuqxSnlLrsUKLpDB_jE5n3XVP1CIbcj47HiZChUYRn4ySrd-9t8CJYS6NAl_JI3gn-yl8jekZrmPjCl7vuRu/s400/the+most+beautiful+cowboys+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313166123599552722" border="0" /></a>I became immobile for a moment. Mortified is an understatement to describe how I felt that moment. There I was thinking we were having a hot private moment. Who knows how long the roommate has been watching me fuck 'power bottom'?<br /><br />'Did we wake you?' PB asked.<br />'No.. no. Actually I got thirsty.'<br />'Oh.'<br /><br />We were still on the couch. Me inside him. I wasn't moving at all.<br /><br />And to make the situation even more awkward, the roommate moved closer as if inspecting what just happened on their couch. He kept trying to get a good view of my cock still inserted in his friend's hole. He was smiling, enjoying the sight of me - the mortified visitor, barenaked with his friend still sitting on my lap.<br /><br />'I think I better wash up.' He finally said.<br />'You do that.'<br /><br />He stood up, revealing my [still] hard cock wrapped in ultra thin condom filled with cum. The rubber was clean. He really was a good bottom. Knows his stuff.<br /><br />I motioned for power bottom to give me a tissue but he ran upstairs. His friend grabbed the roll of tissue but didn't give it to me.<br /><br />'Let me help you with that.'<br />'Huh?'<br />'Man, you're still hard.' He looked at my cock as if he wanted to have it too. I didn't smile. I just sat there thinking what could possibly happen next.<br /><br />He pulled s few sheets of tissue and slowly - very slowly - pulled the condom from my cock. There was a weird sensation while he was doing it. I looked at him and he was biting his lip while doing this, he was making a moan-like sound. My cock responded.<br /><br />'Ooh. Someone still wants to play.'<br /><br />I smiled.<br /><br />'Bathroom?'<br />'Thanks.'<br /><br />He showed me the way to the 2nd bathroom. He left for 1 minute and came back with a clean towel. Power bottom was nowhere to be found. Probably still washing up.<br /><br />Roommate knocked on the door - but instead of giving me the towel, he went inside and locked the door behind him. He smiled and started splashing water on me. I obliged. What's the harm of having someone give me a nice quick bath?<br /><br />It took 5 minutes . He kept massaging my hard cock - used two soaps and a feminine wash. Yes, a feminine wash.<br /><br />'They say this keeps you clean.' He laughed. I smiled.<br />'That should keep me clean all day now, thank you.'<br /><br />He wiped me clean. He smiled and I politely asked for the towel. He gave it to me. I wiped my face dry while he sat on the toilet bowl and started sucking my cock. I didn't have time to react. He was absofuckinglutely a better sucker than his friend. I lost my balance for a second and almost fell on the bathroom floor but he pushed me against the bathroom door.<br /><br />He was in a hurry, as if scared of getting caught by his friend. I moaned, and moaned and pulled his hair - I didn't know whether to stop him or not. I just came twice and my legs are weak from the energy I released a few moments ago.<br /><br />But he knew better. He didn't stop. As I try to keep pulling his hair, he did my favorite - deep throat - even better he put my cock and my huge pair of balls in his mouth. He gagged for a minute but managed to keep everything in - all these while playing his wet tongue on my balls. I can't describe how much pleasure that brought me.<br /><br />I came after a couple of minutes but much less than the first and second round. He wiped his mouth clean. ' Ahhh. Wow.'<br /><br />I was still catching my breath. I left the bathroom while he gargled with some mouthwash. I sat on the same couch and waited. Power bottom suddenly reappeared, this time in his boxers ready to hit the sack. His roommate came out of the bathroom.<br /><br />'I bought juice it's in the red pitcher.'<br />'Yeah, I found it. ' He grinned.<br /><br />It was time to leave.<br /><br />'Hey thanks dude. Here's my number. ' He typed it on my phone. 'Next time.' He winked. I winked back.<br /><br />I said goodbye to his friend. He said, 'Yeah, feel free to come back.' I almost laughed.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-5813548300519321702009-02-15T20:34:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:34.932+08:003AM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPW_4BkHgfFJa2AMDhxOF2zTTzDvUD3f7T6liEIVE-3IJoCVJqk-r4ACALgHnLwqi2doCsdboFoT_h_hOq9XtIhbczg6QhO1o5zf2EMrEBiZAS8QWQbwATnSMnvaeshLvl-O2FXWH7KAFg/s1600-h/BC+white3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPW_4BkHgfFJa2AMDhxOF2zTTzDvUD3f7T6liEIVE-3IJoCVJqk-r4ACALgHnLwqi2doCsdboFoT_h_hOq9XtIhbczg6QhO1o5zf2EMrEBiZAS8QWQbwATnSMnvaeshLvl-O2FXWH7KAFg/s400/BC+white3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303002726822154306" border="0" /></a><br />It was a typical Saturday night for me: workout at the gym, light dinner with friends, short fuck before I hit the sack and 5-7 times of flirting with your eyes. I realized sex after a full body workout is quite tiring but I couldn't sleep at all. I went through my DVDs - mostly movies and shows I've seen more than once. I watched 'Eating Out 2' one more time and jacked off during one of the hot scenes.<br /><br />I looked at my watch. It's 230 AM.<br /><br />After all the things I've done, I decided to leave my place and grab something to eat. I immediately thought of McDonalds: hot chocolate and Sausage McMuffin with Egg. Yum.<br /><br />I splashed water on my face. Combed my hair a bit and put on my shorts. I held up my shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn. Still a lot of work to be done.<br /><br />I arrived to McDonalds around 245 AM. They're not serving breakfast yet. I went outside, waiting for them to bring out those muffins while I smoke one stick of Marlboro lights.<br /><br />And that's when it started.<br /><br />I was not paying attention to my surroundings. I was focused on the lady at the counter and the food she was serving to the girl in red shorts. A man came up to me and asked, 'Can I have a light?'<br /><br />'Sure.' I handed him my lighter. He looked at me funny. No, he was checking me out.<br /><br />'Thanks.'<br />'Hmm.'<br />'Are they serving breakfast yet.'<br />'No, I'm waiting for it.'<br />'Good.'<br /><br />He stood beside me. I was still looking at the counter but I can feel him staring at my crotch. Suddenly, I get a hardon. He noticed.<br /><br />'Whoa, it's pretty cold here outside.'<br />I smiled and tried to cover my crotch. 'Yeah.'<br />'Good time.'<br /><br />I didn't know how to respond. The next thing I knew, he moved to the other side of McDonalds, looking back signaling for me to follow him. I got the message that it's going to be another hot encounter. I followed him.<br /><br />We went into a narrow street where the houses are smaller and the street lights were all down. It was dark but I got to see his face when a car passed by. He was kind of my type. Not too short, nice arms (but not too muscular). I can see his nipples stiffen and I imagined licking them as he says 'Oh yeah'.<br /><br />'What's your name?'<br />'Top.'<br />'Oh, great. My name is power bottom.'<br />'Cool.'<br />'Where are we heading?'<br />'Some place hot.'<br /><br />We went to his apartment. It was dark but I saw him take off his shirt. In an instant, he kissed me. I kissed him back. It was nice. Good start. I tried to unbutton his pants but he pushed my hand away.<br /><br />'Let me do my job.'<br />'Sure.'<br /><br />I sat on the couch and he took off my shirt. Then my underwear. Then he sucked my cock which by that time was on full erection, ready to be licked and devoured.<br /><br />I tried to caress him but he stopped me again. He pinned me down and shook his head. Oh yes, I don't get to do anything. He's the power bottom. I'm there to just enjoy. He sat on my legs and kissed me some more.<br /><br />'You're hot.'<br />'You're hot too.' I said while struggling to free my arms.<br /><br />I decided to stick out my tongue, telling him to move his chest nearer so I can taste his nipples. He obliged. It was as delicious as I imagined when I first saw them. He moaned and moaned and told me I was good. I stopped to remind him that I wasn't gonna do anything more than that.<br /><br />He seemed to have gotten the message. He sucked me again - deepthroat this time. I pushed his head so he can go further and he did. His other hand was wandering, trying to get hold of something. It was the condom in the pocket of his shorts. It was sexy the way he put on the condom with his mouth. Nice and easy. Then he went fast. Then nice and easy.<br /><br />'Don't move.'<br />'Yes sir.'<br /><br />He sat on my cock and kept pushing my shoulders. He was obviously enjoying it.<br /><br />'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'<br />'Ahhhh.'<br />'Ahhhh... fuck. You're..ahhh... Fuck! Shit!'<br /><br />He controlled the depth that my cock could reach. No one has ever done this to me. I've never been so submissive as a top. He went fast that my cock was hurting but he looked like he was about to cum so I didn't mind. He stopped, turned around and I started to lick his back while he was still grinding and moaning and masturbating and saying all nasty things.<br /><br />'Keep doing that!' He commanded. I piched his nipples as he moaned even more. And in an instant, I decided to take control of the show.<br /><br />I put my hands under his thighs and stood up while I was inside him. He screamed as I reached deeper into his G spot. I put him down and pushed him against the wall and fucked him like crazy.<br /><br />It didn't last too long. It was way too hot for both of us not to explode anytime soon. He yelled, 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming!' I came before he did.<br /><br />We stopped for a minute. I was still inside him. I was still pushing him against the wall. I tried to get my cock out of his ass but he grabbed my butt and pushed it against his.<br /><br />'Not yet. Stay in me.'<br /><br />I agreed. I carried him again while he moaned quietly.I sat on the couch and he felt my cock touch his G Spot.<br /><br />'Fuck. Ahhhh. Shit. That was hot.'<br />'Yeah.'<br />'You're still hard.'<br />'Yeah.'<br /><br />Truth is, I was tired. But I don't remember ever getting soft after a hot encounter like this.<br /><br />'I can still feel you.'<br />'Is that a good thing?'<br />'Yeah.'<br /><br />Suddenly, the lights were on. I see a guy with almost the exact same built staring at us. The guy I fucked didn't seem shocked at all.<br /><br />'This is... my roommate.'<br /><br />I struggled to smile. My hands were on his waist and I didn't know if I had to hide behind him. We were both naked and wasted and filled the room with the smell of sex.<br /><br />'Nice.' The roommate said.<br /><br />Now what?Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-17848438108559676782008-11-20T22:23:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:34.944+08:00The Ex-Ex-Men - Fourth encounter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjES-eyUmqn43lxcFCGYNSyUmzrBOo4CT3KjFk7h3-CuNiDZSk4x1UiNhFF53DVTbtBFlr-zlhh1gRB30q-6hpkH2v_7yevF9ZC0ks9Dlm9f9EFHvBwSGZctJ6NkHvqIKemvzGD8MuS0Cn5/s1600-h/art_MALESANDMEN_+%2815%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjES-eyUmqn43lxcFCGYNSyUmzrBOo4CT3KjFk7h3-CuNiDZSk4x1UiNhFF53DVTbtBFlr-zlhh1gRB30q-6hpkH2v_7yevF9ZC0ks9Dlm9f9EFHvBwSGZctJ6NkHvqIKemvzGD8MuS0Cn5/s400/art_MALESANDMEN_+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269261475651544258" border="0" /></a><br />I had a choice - I could have gone ahead and made it look like his small bachelor party before he gets married to that girl Janna. Instead, I treated is as a small victory and a chance for him to make sense out of everything that happened in the past two weeks.<br /><br />'What was that about?' He asked while still fixing his shirt.<br /><br />'So, you ready to tell me what's going on here.'<br />'Nothing - that's what's happening here.'<br />'No, not here. I meant this whole circus.'<br />'Nobody's going to a circus. I'm getting married.'<br />'Well, it seems like it is.'<br />'You don't understand.'<br /><br />I went back to the kitchen to make some coffee when he stood up and tried to escape.<br /><br />'You are NOT going anywhere.'<br />'I'm not. I-I was.' He sat down and kept staring at his hands like he just killed someone.<br /><br />'It's okay,' I gave him some coffee. 'It's me.'<br />'That's the big deal.'<br />'What? We're like friends Yoko.'<br />'You wouldn't understand.'<br />'That's because you wouldn't let me.'<br /><br />And then he started talking. He told me after we broke up, he was upset and he started fooling around. He met this guy, a model whom he fell in love with. They dated, fell in love and broke up. He was down and all and he felt that he couldn't talk to anyone. This is until he met Janna who worked in the same building where he works.<br /><br />'She was so nice. She helped me move on.'<br />'So she does know about all this.'<br />'Yes, and she was so cool with it. I always thank God for making her understand --'<br />'That you like cock?'<br />'Haha, no silly. For making her understand my past. What I used to be. And the funny thing is she changed me.'<br /><br />I frowned.<br /><br />'What?'<br />'Well I'm not too sure that she changed you 100%.'<br /><br />He looked down in shame.<br /><br />'I'm kidding.' I held his hands. They were cold.<br />'Hmm..'<br />'Have you--'<br />'Have I what?'<br />'Have you had any slips? Like this one?'<br />'No. No. Hell no. I love her. I wouldn't...'<br />'You just did.'<br /><br />There was silence. He was melting in shame after what we did -- ALMOST did.<br /><br />'I thought I could help it but I couldn't.'<br />'Hmm..'<br />'But you have to know that this only happened with you.'<br /><br />I blushed.<br /><br />'So many guys tried it.'<br />'I can't blame them.'<br />'And even some of Janna's gay friends did. Like they had a bet or something.'<br />'Well, if it's any consolation, I think you're doing an excellent job masking your un-happiness.'<br />'Who says I'm unhappy?'<br />'Okay, then let's call it something else. Your game, perhaps?'<br />'I told you. It's not like that.'<br /><br />I wasn't convinced.<br /><br />'How do you see yourself 5 years from now?'<br />'Well, we're planning on having kids and..'<br />'..And going to some bath house sucking cock while she's cooking dinner?'<br />'Stop.'<br />'Or calling me in the middle of the night saying, I'm having a relapse please fuck me?'<br />'STOP it Kai.'<br />'Seriously! You're hurting her and most importantly, you're hurting yourself.'<br /><br />I saw teardrops but I wasn't sure. He quickly wiped them off like he'd wipe off some dirt on his face. He was obviously on the verge of breaking down but he didn't.<br /><br />'I have to go.'<br />'Yeah, you have to watch Sean Cody porn right?'<br />'Fuck you.'<br />'Sure, I can be bottom for you.'<br />'FUCK YOU!'<br /><br />He slammed the door. It made a deafening sound that blocked my thoughts for a second. The suddenly, I just imagined what could have happened if I continued.. if I kissed him.. if I gave him a blowjob and vice versa. Would I expect a shit load of cum since he's claiming he hadn't been with a guy for so long? That would have been a sight to behold.<br /><br />But soon after, I thought of his pain. Or is it pain? Was he really masking his unhappiness like I told him?<br /><br />The next day, I decided I should go talk to the person who would most probably shed some light into this situation. I called Diana, Yoko's sister.<br /><br />'Hey Diana,'<br />'Hey bestman! Long time no see.'<br />'Uhm, yeah. Listen... I need to know something.'<br />'Oh I'm sure you do.'<br />'Right. Uhm... is it okay like are you free now?'<br />'Actually, I'm at Coffee Bean. Meet me here in 15?'<br /><br />It only took 10 minutes for me to get there. I was anxious to see what she was going to tell me. She sounded not so surprised to hear from me.<br /><br />'So, what do you wanna know?'<br />'I wanna know why?'<br />'Why? Just because.'<br />'Just because?'<br />'Yeah, some people choose to marry not just for convenience -- it's because it's the way they want to go.'<br />'Like he suddenly turned vegan in a day?'<br />'You're obviously just looking at the sex part.'<br />'Is there any other angle?'<br /><br />The conversation was interrupted for a second by the barista who was calling out my name. I got my drink and let her continue.<br /><br />'They're just two consenting adults who, at the time they met were both lonely and single but wouldn't want to stay that way forever. And I know it's a cliche to say having a family is the way to go but that's what they thought they should do.'<br /><br />She sipped her coffee while I became immobile. My jaws dropped and I couldn't get myself to get them back in place.<br /><br />'You should know something, Kai.'<br />'Oh, there's more??'<br />'Yes there is.'Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-19440603076713986002008-11-16T22:18:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:34.960+08:00The Ex-Ex-Men - Third encounter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKqJvyewfgIHmUACUXdEc-xucNJcJ-iXtNpEKuGIuVZT_E7Kiy8YVt1s2xe_6z1yfmbsyXdmP2f_EQaM2w5NLzC3ZeFPlShm6-4-RJuTUYp2JuKCfJTLlPig9DP40OpzFaVa_EuI2Wj-B/s1600-h/921718840_0dcf6b626f_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKqJvyewfgIHmUACUXdEc-xucNJcJ-iXtNpEKuGIuVZT_E7Kiy8YVt1s2xe_6z1yfmbsyXdmP2f_EQaM2w5NLzC3ZeFPlShm6-4-RJuTUYp2JuKCfJTLlPig9DP40OpzFaVa_EuI2Wj-B/s400/921718840_0dcf6b626f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269260405911863554" border="0" /></a><br />'People do it for convenience.' George, my cynical friend believed it was Yoko's way of forgetting about his failed relationship with me (and maybe some other men too).<br /><br />I wanted to believe him but part of me isn't quite sure he's right.<br /><br />'He sounded sure about his decision to marry the bitch.'<br />'Is she a bitch?'<br />'No, actually she was great.'<br />'Which proves my point that it's all for convenience.'<br />'I don't think so.'<br /><br />'Seriously Kai, you've seen them all. Gay guys who marry because they want to have their own children. Or maybe they just are afraid to die alone. Or worse, they're afraid to admit to themselves and to their families that they're gay.'<br /><br />'Well, that's one sad theory.'<br />'It is! And believe me it's happening -- all over town.'<br /><br />----<br /><br />That night, I thought about the other people I know who fall under George's 'convenience' theory. There's John from Cebu-- who was gayer than gay. He's an interior designer but since his father is a strict military man who makes him do push ups and participate in military circuit trainings, he was forced to be a schizo. A flamboyant whore at night in Malate, and an ultra-discreet designer by day -- with a nice, tight ass you wouldn't even suspect he's gay.<br /><br />When his father was starting to suspect that he's gay (when he turned 25 and never showed up at family gatherings with a girlfriend), he started to worry. So he got himself a born again christian girlfriend who believed he was the perfect guy anyone could wish for. We cringe everytime the girl describes how 'hot the sex is'. It certainly IS hot, only it happens when he does it at the backroom of the bath house in Pasig.<br /><br />Many people convinced the girl not to marry John because most of them either knew he was gay or their gaydar was always going crazy when he's around. The perfect girlfriend didn't believe them. Instead, on one low Wednesday, she got on top of her intoxicated gay boyfriend and fucked him in his sleep. When John woke up, he was shocked when he saw he wasn't wearing a condom. He tried to stop the girl but she kept screaming 'Shut up! Shut up! You're not gay! You're not gay!'<br /><br />By the fifth time she yelled out those words, he came inside her. She found out she was pregnant three weeks after.<br /><br />They went on with their lives, got married and migrated to Canada. What she didn't know was that Toronto is one popular gay destination. He went on with his tricks while she nursed their baby. By the time the kid turned two, she learned he was already fucking a 23-year-old French-Canadian writer whom he introduced to her as his 'cousin'.<br /><br />John and the girl eventually broke up after 2 and a half years of pseudo marriage. They talked about time-sharing their little kid and some other stuff. John broke up with the writer and is now fucking a hot bartender from New York.<br /><br />----<br /><br />'So what's the point of being an Ex-ex-man if it's all going to turn to shit?'<br />'I don't know. Maybe he thinks he needs to go back to where he was before?'<br />'Homostatus starts with the genes, that's his starting point hunny and he shouldn't be fooling himself.'<br />'Somehow I think John's case was really extreme.'<br />'Like it happened in the movies.'<br />'Right, and so it doesn't apply to all.'<br /><br />Convinced that I should prove my point to George the cynic, I decided I should device a plan that would make Yoko admit that this is all just a show wedding. I invited him to my new apartment and he agreed to have some drinks. I pulled off an all-nighter, studying how to mix the strongest vodka drinks since we both love them.<br /><br />He was 30 minutes late but he was there anyway.<br /><br />'This is nice.'<br />'And big for me.'<br />'Well, I think you have enough stuff to fill the entire space.'<br /><br />He took a sip of his drink. I was thinking of putting drugs on it and raping him. So when he wakes up, he realizes it was a good fuck -- and that he's really not going to get tied to a live pussy.<br /><br />But my conscience voted against it.<br /><br />'This is a strong drink.'<br />'Thanks, glad you liked it.'<br />'Where'd you learn how to mix?'<br />'On YouTube. Last night.'<br />'Great.'<br /><br />It was weird. We were not talking like we had a past relationship. He was uttering words which seemed so foreign to me. He looked very uncomfortable. So I decided to get the ball rollin'.<br /><br />I put my glass down and I touched his pecs. He was surprised I did that.<br /><br />'Do you still have that tattoo?'<br />'Oh, right. Uhm yeah.'<br />'Can I see it?'<br />'Here.'<br /><br />It was still there. Only it got 'modified' into something straighter than a straight guy's tattoo.<br /><br />'Oh, you changed it.'<br />'Just did some modifications.'<br />'Well, it looks nice.<br /><br />I kept touching it. I was drunk and suddenly, I just started licking his nipples. The tattoo was about an inch above his pinkies.<br /><br />He stopped me.<br /><br />'You're drunk.'<br />'You're hot.'<br /><br />I tried to kiss him on the lips. I had a couple of successful attempts but he kept pushing me away, even tough as I touch his penis, I could feel him getting harder and harder. His balls were like swelling in the heat of the moment. He was horny. He wanted me.<br /><br />'I know you want it.'<br />'No Kai..'<br />'I've missed you.'<br /><br />I unbuttoned his pants. I forgot he doesn't wear underwear. I took out his semi-hard cock. Meanwhile, He was still trying to push me away.<br /><br />'Kai, please don't..'<br />'I want you Yoko. I miss you.'<br /><br />I pushed him to the sofa and he was pushing my shoulders away from him. I was trying to reach his cock with my mouth. The push wasn't as strong as it should be. I figured he was still trying to decide if he'll let me do it or not.<br /><br />I was determined to bring home the bacon -- back to cockville where it belongswww.<br /><br />'You're so hot. I still crave for you.'<br />'Kai please...'<br />'I love it when you say my name.'<br /><br />I finally grabbed his hands and went for it. The strong drinks made him weaker. I finally sucked his cock and did my signature deep throat. He was moaning in pleasure.<br /><br />'Ahhh.. Kai no.'<br />'Mmmm....'<br />'No Kai. Stop. Ahhhhhh. Don't... Stop..'<br /><br />I did. I stopped. I went to the kicthen, grabbed a glass of water and sat down. He was still gasping for air. He looked baffled.<br /><br />'You...stopped.'<br />'Yep.'<br /><br />He pulled his pants up.<br /><br />'This is a mistake.' He was ready to leave when I pushed him to the couch.<br /><br />'Not so fast Ennis Del Mar.'<br /><br />He gave me a look. I smiled. I gave him the glass of water. He still looked confused.<br /><br />'Now we can talk.'Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-23428491203045813432008-11-06T11:03:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:35.006+08:00The Ex-Ex-Men - Second encounter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fWYRrmFRglCf5AmWrMI_gko8xOB1ZUuJSpKbJmDAG64udvjHKjq_7x_ioN8f8ujm1KdY_PGxgN0yQhtdkDgledhrXQHqonkQBzUDUQ6xcVt4vakNzlZA_enYJ158wySSq__sK-A9LDLA/s1600-h/4378396bcbf73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fWYRrmFRglCf5AmWrMI_gko8xOB1ZUuJSpKbJmDAG64udvjHKjq_7x_ioN8f8ujm1KdY_PGxgN0yQhtdkDgledhrXQHqonkQBzUDUQ6xcVt4vakNzlZA_enYJ158wySSq__sK-A9LDLA/s400/4378396bcbf73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261665648416247010" border="0" /></a><br />I called George the next day, still unable to fathom what was revealed to me at the coffee shop.<br /><br />'He turned into an Ex-ex-man!'<br />'Ex-ex-what?'<br />'You know, Ex-ex-men. Gay guys who decide to be straight again.'<br />'Oh, I get it now. Hence the double negation.'<br />'I just can't believe you would trade a cock for a pussy just like that.'<br />'It's 6 in the morning and we're talking cock trades?'<br />'How did this happen?'<br />'Ask Seth.'<br /><br />Seth was the first ex-ex-man I met. At the age of 4, he wore his mother's lipstick. At 7 he told his dad he wants to have a vagina. He left them some months after when his mom supported the idea. When he was in high school, he wore his polo like a hanging blouse. The guidance counselor frowned at this but when they realized how generous his parents were, they pretended like it's a giant elephant that nobody can talk about.<br /><br />'Did you recruit my ex?'<br />'Excuse me?'<br />'Yoko, did he join your club?'<br />'Oh him.. cu-- how is he?'<br />'Well, George and I bumped into him yesterday and guess what he told me?'<br />'He's moved on and forgotten about you?'<br />'Well, yeah maybe and even more.'<br /><br />I paused. He looked anxious to know what it was about.<br /><br />'He told me he's getting married.'<br />'Wow.'<br />'To a woman.'<br />'WOW! He finally saw the light!'<br />'The light - what does that even mean?'<br />'I knew he wasn't really gay.'<br />'And you knew this because..?'<br />'Because he never looked at you like a man would..'<br />'Okay stop before you hurt my feelings. What I really would like to know is how on earth could this be possible.'<br /><br />'Simple. You wake up and realize it's not what you want.'<br />'It's not that simple Seth.'<br /><br />I thought about this so carefully, especially when the time when Seth wanted to be called Selena played in my head.<br /><br />'When I saw the light..'<br />'Can you please stop calling it that.'<br />'Fine. When I realized I'm straight, I just fell for someone. Julie was perfect. She made me laugh and I was happy. Believe me, I never really entertained the idea of having sex with a woman but when it happened it was the best sex I had.'<br /><br />That made me cringe a bit.<br /><br />'Really, did you yell for the cops?'<br />'Seriously, I think people change.'<br />'Sexualities don't.'<br />'Maybe they do. Mine did.<br /><br />The next day, I decided to call the ex-ex-men and ask him how he ended up being a vegetarian.<br /><br />'You busy?'<br />'Just some wedding stuff but yeah I guess we can talk.'<br />'Okay, jokes on me. Please tell me you're not doing this?'<br />'Excuse me, is this Julia Roberts from My Best Friend's Wedding?'<br />'No, I am not Julia Roberts and I am not your best<br /><br />friend. I'm your ex and I hope you still remember that.'<br />'Oh yeah I do.'<br />'Then why are you doing this?'<br />'Doing what?'<br /><br />'This wedding. This act. This lie. Make no mistake I am not jealous at all that you've found a way to distract yourself. And I am not trying to get back with you either. I am just mostly concerned about this whole drama of yours. You'll end up hurting someone and she seems really nice.'<br /><br />'She is nice.'<br />'Then why would you lie to her??'<br />'I'm not lying to anyone.'<br />'Yes you are. You are gay and you suck cock. You don't wake up one day and decide that you hate beef.'<br /><br />There was an awkward silence.<br /><br />'Hey I'm sorry. I-I was just concerned about you.'<br />'Janna knows.'<br />'What?'<br />'About you. About us. Our past.'<br />'She does? How..'<br />'Maybe you have to start believing in love a bit. People fall in love and some just cannot control how it's gonna happen. It happened this way to me -- believe it or not. I was in love with you. And I accepted that. Now I fell in love with her and you have to accept that.'<br /><br />He had a point. Maybe there was no need to define what was happening to him. Our society is defined by so many labels - gay, straight, bisexual. Maybe he didn't subscribe to the same labels.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-52940793179070721602008-11-01T11:24:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:35.018+08:00The Ex-Ex-Men - first encounter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpSWWXd39s6j_LYCgN7pcu9kkTUGNM4r5zZH0RCJoM3RtDNwAv19d-t1suEp3Vrrz_u1fG3S7PFXh1XjkLMrooXmba5k-MPMApZPHA3Foh8gdrAaB7BIXMqC-YOWda3Y18h-AyRAwxi7m/s1600-h/BC_tee_shirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpSWWXd39s6j_LYCgN7pcu9kkTUGNM4r5zZH0RCJoM3RtDNwAv19d-t1suEp3Vrrz_u1fG3S7PFXh1XjkLMrooXmba5k-MPMApZPHA3Foh8gdrAaB7BIXMqC-YOWda3Y18h-AyRAwxi7m/s400/BC_tee_shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672794290906114" border="0" /></a>Fully recovered from the whole 'married life' drama, I decided to meet George for coffee and tell him what happened at Krispy Kreme. He was elated at the fact that he was right again.<br /><br />'Dahling', He said in that crazy tone of his. 'if you really have to say I'm happily married then that's a big sign someone isn't so happy after all.'<br /><br />'I realized that. Why state the obvious?'<br />'Or why state the NOT so obvious?'<br />'True. You're right. But the quote unquote husband is kinda cute.'<br />'Cute and homophobic.'<br />'See that's the weird. How can a homo be anti-homo?'<br />'It's called F-E-A-R dahling.'<br />'Stop calling me dahling makes me crazy.'<br /><br />He sipped his coffee while I asked the barista about the tea I ordered 2 minutes ago. Sadly, they forgot about me. Tea drinkers don't get enough attention at coffee shops evidently.<br /><br />'It's sad though. Anyway, I want to put it all behind me.'<br />'You should. I bet his face spelled loser on his way out.'<br />'Yes, it did.'<br /><br />The tea finally came and the cute barista apologized for making me wait. I told him it's fine but it actually wasn't. As he left the table, he revealed what was behind him - a bigger table with two people having what seems to be a fun conversation. I could see a woman's back, and then suddenly, I realized my ex was staring at me.<br /><br />George had to whisper, 'Isn't that..?'<br />'Yes it is.' I pretended I didn't see him. But I heard him excuse himself as he walked towards our table.<br /><br />'You must have forgotten about me.'<br />'Ohh, hey Yoko.' It was his nickname.<br />'Long time no see.'<br />'Yeah, 3 years?'<br />'So what's new?'<br /><br />George signaled for a cigarette break. He left us right after he sat.<br /><br />'Nothing new. How about you.'<br />'Well, I'm getting married.'<br />'Excuse me?'<br />'Can you believe it?'<br />'No.. really. Seriously?'<br />'Yeah. Janna over there. I wanted you to meet her but I figured I should ask you first..'<br />'Ask me what?'<br />'How you want to be introduced.'<br />'Well, can I say we used to date, fuck and kiss and that you were my ex?'<br />'Of course not. Janna doesn't know any of that.'<br />'So what now?'<br /><br />He called out her name. She joined us and the uncomfortable introductions began.<br /><br />'This is Janna, the love of my life.'<br /><br />I almost threw up. I imagined his legs up in the air while yelling, telling me not to stop fucking him.<br /><br />'Hi Janna.'<br />'So nice to finally meet you!'<br />'Oh yeah?'<br />'Yoko told me everything about you.'<br />'Yeah, maybe not all.'<br /><br />He gave me a funny look.<br /><br />'You so cannot miss the wedding. I don't have the invitation here but we'll send it to your place.'<br />'Oh, I don't know..'<br />'You can't miss it when you're the best man!'<br /><br />There I was - an ex-partner suddenly reduced to a best man.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-13521123655737819512008-10-27T10:46:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:35.028+08:00The Married Life - Last Ep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfewXBXqLruGzzveLNt0jyghifDalzM49KhnjuTBvrnI-Wve20RiKZCxHznR5DJE7NzjjqhXSyGuFOtmfZgJT9yyL7y2Rm8NCfz88TiXBz0nNDNqjlFVNGkGULDslasQ6YYbm97eXwZt7P/s1600-h/ep_homermarry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfewXBXqLruGzzveLNt0jyghifDalzM49KhnjuTBvrnI-Wve20RiKZCxHznR5DJE7NzjjqhXSyGuFOtmfZgJT9yyL7y2Rm8NCfz88TiXBz0nNDNqjlFVNGkGULDslasQ6YYbm97eXwZt7P/s400/ep_homermarry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261661528750038370" border="0" /></a><br />The next day, the sun was bright. I told myself it will be a good day. I prepared my tea and turned on my laptop and finally checked my phone for unread messages. There was none. Unfortunately, when I went to "messages", it was still there -- Thad's well wishes for me to complete myself by finding a relationship.<br /><br />Damn it. I thought I'm already over this thing. Apparently, this message is still bothering me, more like haunting me and I still can't figure out why. Is it just me? Or is the message itself offensive? To find out, I called in the most reliable shrink in the city, my true confidante and the person who snaps me back into perspective in times of silly crisis like this: George.<br /><br />'Fuck Carrie! Fuck Jerry Maguire! Fuck them all!'<br /><br />And he is not in a good mood whenever someone pisses me off like this. He's what you would call a real friend.<br /><br />'Asking someone to complete you is not true love. That's being an opportunist!'<br />'Uh-huh...'<br />'Believe me, it's sometimes even sad because you feel more alone -- because you're always dependent on the other person.'<br /><br />George is in Public Relations and he is in a relationship with a not-so-hot, but super sweet and thoughtful TV producer. He says he's happy in the relationship, but he would never EVER call it a marriage.<br /><br />'That's the most condescending thing 'coupled' people can ever say to singles.'<br />'I know!'<br />'You don't complete yourself in another person.'<br />'I don't!'<br />'It's always a decision ANYONE can make, single or otherwise!'<br />'Amen!'<br /><br />Later that day, I tried not to think about. I decided to walk down Ayala Avenue and celebrate my choice of being a single-slash-not-looking-now-or-anytime-soon. As I passed by Krispy Kreme, I thought of a getting one of those new Hershey's donuts. Then I thought, Thad works in one of those buildings. Seeing me have my Krispy Kreme moment alone is not a good idea.<br /><br />But just before I left, I took a final look at the bright 'Fresh Donuts' sign and noticed the man facing the street looked familiar. As I looked more closely, I realized it was the unfriendly married friend Thad.<br /><br />At that point, I had the choice of walking away. But I thought I should confront him now and end this. After all, he wasn't alone. I think it's about time I meet this husband of his and get my message across.<br /><br />When I walked in, he immediately saw me. He waved and looked at the man sitting beside him.<br /><br />'See? I don't need to be married to see my 'married' friends.' I made the hand gesture for quotation marks.<br /><br />The man looked uncomfortable. His face read, 'Who the fuck is this?'<br /><br />'This is Kai, my friend from college.'<br />'Nice to meet you Husband of Thad.'<br /><br />He was shocked after I blurted the word 'Husband'. He pulled Thad's arm and whispered something to his ear. I read his lips and I couldn't be wrong.<br /><br />'You told him?'<br />'Relax, he's my friend.'<br />'You're fucked up.'<br />'No wait.'<br /><br />He stood up, but Thad was still holding his left arm.<br /><br />'Chill, he won't talk.'<br />'I told you to shut the fuck up.'<br />'Keep your voice down.'<br />'We'll talk later.'<br /><br />He took one last angry look at me and stormed out of the donut shop.<br /><br />I told him: 'Well, that was a pleasant way to greet your husband's friend...'<br /><br />It was at that point when I realized the 'Married Life' he was so proud of was more of a torture than fantasy.<br /><br />'Sorry about that he's...'<br />'Not out, I understand. As usual.'<br />'And he doesn't want to be called that.'<br />'I didn't you did.'<br />'I did?'<br />'Yes, you did. Remember that, good luck message?'<br />'Silly.'<br />'Yeah silly you.'<br />'I have to go. He's just waiting at the corner.'<br />'Okay, well, go get your husband before he divorces you tonight. Hahaha.'<br /><br />The only response I got was a frown. Something tells me, that joke wasn't funny.<br /><br />What's the point of a married life if the person you're married to is not into it?<br /><br />I thought about what happened at Krispy Kreme today. I realized that he probably didn't mean anything when he said that to me. He probably wanted me to have a partner so I would look like I understand what is going on with them as supposed to being a happy single guy laughing at them as they cut each other's head off.<br /><br />The married life may be happening to someone else out there. Who knows, maybe it does exist even in the absence of a real wedding ceremony.<br /><br />-End-Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-82676670727031969672008-10-20T16:40:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:35.042+08:00The 'Married' Life part two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMbt1YbyzKiZImSDJLv-BjND89fYcfoKGHP5T1sU7Jo8E6KZZEFiGtez96iMfz_kIp7mvYl8VSAC0is8ppxAFUer5VrKnnZ09qm9-UVIwktcRdKTIcmGbrFnM6vrSGJuJ-TEedXLDfvqF/s1600-h/Just_Beautiful.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMbt1YbyzKiZImSDJLv-BjND89fYcfoKGHP5T1sU7Jo8E6KZZEFiGtez96iMfz_kIp7mvYl8VSAC0is8ppxAFUer5VrKnnZ09qm9-UVIwktcRdKTIcmGbrFnM6vrSGJuJ-TEedXLDfvqF/s400/Just_Beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253958568785672642" border="0" /></a>As I thought about it, Thad had a good point. Carrie did get married in the movie. But now does that mean everyone else has to do the same thing? Aren't singles given credit for making the choice of their marital status? And whenever failed relationships happen, especially for marriages, do you have to keep searching for 'the one'?<br /><br />Our texting spree didn't really end with the mention of Sex and the City. He asked how I am doing now and I said I'm fine. I got out of a relationship - or pseudo whichever is more appropriate for you -- and I am currently not looking. Surprisingly, I was telling the truth.<br /><br />'Well, I'm glad you're okay. I wish you more success and finally a relationship so your life would be complete.'<br /><br />I didn't bother replying to that message. What does it mean? Does a relationship always complete someone's life? Or is it life's big lid that controls the life of a happy and carefree single guy?<br /><br />Later that day, I decided I couldn't let this pass without asking for my friends' opinions on the matter. I called Joe and he noticed that I sounded so upset.<br /><br />'My friend Thad thinks I'm lonely.'<br />'Did he say that?'<br />'No, but he wished me good luck in finding myself a relationship to complete my life.'<br />'I hate it when people say that.'<br />'Like it's a pill you have to take to keep your sanity!'<br />'Like it's a lubricant you have to put on your cock to make your life more pleasurable.'<br />'When did having a relationship become a prerequisite to a successful and happy life?'<br />'WHy does it bother you so much?'<br />'Because I hate to think that people are now looking at me saying Poor boy, he doesn't have a boyfriend. He'll grow old and lonely.'<br />'Who the fuck cares what they think. I go to bars alone but I always make sure I don't leave alone.'<br /><br />That's the thing about single guys. We can hook-up whenever and wherever. But is it enough to show this to those 'married guys'?<br /><br />'Kai, this isn't a contest where you need to show your medal to your friends.'<br />'Apparently, it is.'<br />'WHy so?'<br />'Thad said I will see his quote unquote husband when I'm also married so we can have a double date.'<br />'WHat the fuck?'<br />'Yeah what the F.. now it's a prerequisite to a nice dinner with a friend too.'<br />'Then why don't you just get a date?'<br /><br />I didn't think about that. But now that he brought it up, I thought it would be a bad idea.<br /><br />'Even worse because he might think I'm just pretending to be happy.'<br />'Are you?'<br />'No, I don't think I have to pretend.. I mean...'<br />'No, I mean -- are you happy?'<br /><br />And that's the question we've all been wanting to answer.Kai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616764847498050329.post-26908011819264838772008-10-15T16:38:00.000+08:002011-03-18T20:40:35.053+08:00The 'Married' Life part one<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IBXiWG8PUKR8iusd3ft24JVpEw994DiFt6EQ1KEdl8NWn8qoIHSegavZ7kDlRAOPRT2s4wsAuUDwwWO40hOGQtTL65ttb-OV4YXejYU3aRDnfpCOJR9JEPjyc2NrWscRWJADGN0JEhbh/s1600-h/234840883_ae878d6399.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IBXiWG8PUKR8iusd3ft24JVpEw994DiFt6EQ1KEdl8NWn8qoIHSegavZ7kDlRAOPRT2s4wsAuUDwwWO40hOGQtTL65ttb-OV4YXejYU3aRDnfpCOJR9JEPjyc2NrWscRWJADGN0JEhbh/s400/234840883_ae878d6399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253957905791874066" border="0" /></a>Gays in manila are often fond of calling their relationship a 'marriage'. While gay marriage is yet to be legalized in this country, some of us have managed to live as married couples, share an apartment, buy groceries together, try to finish each other's sentences and all the brouhaha. I don't see anything wrong with it but I can't help but make a funny face whenever someone is being introduced to be as someone's ASAWA*.<br /><br />This came to mind when one day I was bored and I decided to get in touch with some very old friends - the one you've met when you were younger, more energetic, and more sexually-confused. One of those friends is Thad, a manager who works at some insurance company.<br /><br />Thad and I went to the same university. We were both in the closet back then and I had absolutely no idea that he has part of our world. The secret came out when I told him I met with his friend Chris, who then volunteered to help me on a paper I was doing for our communications class. We met online.<br /><br />'Hey, I met your friend.'<br />'Which one?'<br />'Chris... he's helping me with my paper.'<br />'How'd you meet him?'<br />'We met online. We just chatted and he said he could help.'<br /><br />Thad just stood there, not knowing how to react to what I said. Apparently, 'chatting with Chris' always meant chatting with him on the Bi-manila channel, a popular chatroom for PLUs.<br /><br />He later confessed that he already knew about me and that now we're both out we've got nothing else to hide.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Fast forward 5 years later. Thad got an early success in his career. He got a high-paying job and he said he's in a very special relationship.<br /><br />I texted him to ask how this special love of his is doing.<br /><br />'I'm completely happy with my married life.'<br />'Oh really? And when do I meet this husband of yours?'<br />'Someday when you're also married. SO we can have a double date!'<br /><br />I didn't know what to say. I gave it a good 5 minutes before I replied:<br /><br />'That's a mean thing to say. What if I'm Carrie Bradshaw? I'm always single!'<br />'Kai, even Carrie realized married life is happier. She eventually tied the knot, didn't she?'<br /><br />And there, in my room while holding my cellphone, I started cursing at Carrie Bradshaw and the writers of Sex and the City.<br /><br /><br />*Asawa is the Filipino term for spouseKai Santorinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06585582993884800205noreply@blogger.com1