Sa Gym na pinupuntahan ko, sa silid-bihisan mapapansin mo ang hanay ng mga lockers na gawa sa kahoy. Andami. Dalawang palapag. Mapapansin mo rin ang mga closeta. Mga nagpapanggap. Mga pa-mhin. 2-storey rin.
Kung madalas ka nang nagpupunta sa gym, you cannot help but notice yung mga masasabi nating parokyano. Sila yung mga adik na adik na sa pagwo-work out. Kadalasan, sila yung may mga built na pareho na kay Papa Derek or kay Schwarzenegrenseh kung super adik na talaga sa pagbubuhat.
Meron naman din yung mga hindi pa super-toned ang katawan pero halata mong nagsisimba sa gym just to observe other people. And by observing, sila yung mga di mapapakali at mga uneasy na pa-mhin sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa. Sila yaong nagdarasal kay Mang Inasal ng free unlimited rice dahil abot-mata na lang nila ang mga ulam.
Yes.
Sa gym, mapagmasid ang mga closeta. Nakikiramdam. Nagsisipagdiwang ng palihim sa mga biyayang natatanggap.
Di ko itatanggi na ako man ay taos-pusong nagpapasalamat din sa mga buhay na works of art ni God. Sa locker room kasi, halos lahat naghuhubad. Halos lahat nagmamayabang sa mga korte ng katawan na hinugis ng araw-araw na pagbubuhat. I couldn't help myself. OA naman kung ipipikit ko ang mga mata ko noh. Atsaka, binigyan tayo ng isang pares ng eyes ni Lord so why not use them all the time?
Ang shower area, winner. Semi-transparent ang mga pinto. Hindi polyvinyl chlorde shower curtains kundi glass. Tabi-tabi ang cubicles. Sari-sari ang show. Merong shower area sa baba, meron ding ligu-an sa kabilang floor. Sabik na sabik ang mga peppers sa mga glass doors na ito. Regular kasi itong nililinis. Para kasing invisible na ang mga glass doors pagkatapos linisan ni manong tagalinis. See-through na ang mga cubicles. Maglalaway na ang mga peppers.
Ang mga salamin, parang nababading na rin. Pano kasi, sa kanila nakatitig ang halos karamihan sa mga bading-in-hiding. Ginagamit sila sa pag-o-observe, sa pagche-check out ng mga nagbibihis. Meron diyan na parang standing ovation lang ang drama. Ang tagal sa harap ng salamin. Kunyari nag-aayos ng hair, kunyari nagbo-blow dry ng buhok, kunyari nag-aayos ng damit. Pero tutok na tutok naman ang mga mata sa mga naandun sa loob ng mga cubicles.
Napapangiti na lang ako. Meron kasi diyan na hindi mo lubos maiintindihan kung bakit, sa araw-araw na pagpupunta-punta sa gym, sa halos everyday na session with a personal trainer, at sa halos half-day na nagtitigil sa locker room, wala pa rin napapansing pagbabago sa katawan niya. Kasi ba naman, laging busog sa mga nakikita sa silid-bihisan. Laging busog ang mga mata. Ni hindi nga alam ng misis niya kung bakit daily siya nagpupunta sa gym.
Eh kasi ba naman, nag-sponsor siya ng isang guest. Matipuno si Guest. Obvious na mas bata kaysa ni Sponsor. Fair-skinned, the oriental kind. May itsura. Di alam ni misis. Si Sponsor at si Guest halos sabay magpupunta sa gym. Laging nauuna sa locker room si Sponsor. Maya't maya'y susunod is Guest. Didiretso si Sponsor sa harap ng salamin, bitbit ang gym bag at magkunyari na may hinahanap sa loob. Si Guest naman, tutuloy sa paghuhubad, sa pagbibihis. Titignan ni Sponsor sa salamin ang paghahanda ni Guest. Aantayin niyang matapos sa pagbibihis si Guest bago ilagay ang bag niya sa chosen locker. Saka sila sabay lumabas sa locker room at magpunta sa work-out area.
After the work-out, magti-text si Guest na mauuna na siya sa locker room. Aalis na si Guest sa work-out area. Bibilang ng ilang minuto si Sponsor. Susunod na rin siya sa silid-bihisan. Pagdating ni Sponsor sa locker room, dadatnan niyang nakaupo si Guest sa bench, half-naked, nagpupunas ng pawis sa katawan. Mag-uusap sila saglit habang naghuhubad si Guest to make ready to hit the showers. Kukunin ni Sponsor ang towel at ang kikay kit nyang itim tapos sabay na silang magpunta sa cubicles.
Separate naman sila kung maliligo. Pero magkatapat na cubicles ang pipiliin nila. Kayo na mag-isip kung bakit. Basta pansin ko rin na halos sabay sila lalabas sa kani-kanilang cubicles. Then the same set-up follows. Si Sponsor, tatayo sa harap ng salamin, si Guest naman, pipiliin ang locker kung saan makikita ni Sponsor ang buong eksena ng kanyang pagbibihis.
Halos araw-araw ganito ang eksena nila. Hindi alam ng misis ni Sponsor. Pero alam ko at nang ibang closetang katulad ko.
Mapagmasid lang talaga ang mga peppers.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Beach House
Malalim na ang gabi nang dumating kami. Mga isang oras mahigit ang byahe namin mula sa centre ville. Nag-offer kasi ang kakilala ni Care Bear na doon daw kami sa beach house nya magpalipas ng gabi. And besides, weekend naman at wala naman kaming plano maglibot-libot sa Queen City of the South dahil halos napuntahan na namin ang lahat ng dapat naming puntahan.
Slightly dizzy ako when I got off the AUV na sinakyan namin. Kasi ba naman, 30 minutes lang ang ginugol ni manong driver sa halos 70km na layo ng bahay. To think na liku-liko and madilim ang road going there. Slightly drizzling din nung gabing yun kaya medyo feel na feel namin ang lamig ng sea breeze.
At dahil beach house nga, bihira lang ito ginagamit ng may-ari. So we had the entire house for ourselves. Si manong driver na rin ang nag-guide sa amin papunta ng main door. Isang katiwala ang sumalubong sa amin. Hindi siya stay-in sabi ni manong driver. She let us in sa beach house.
Multi-level pala. A house on a cliff, made of hardwood and stone. Actually, puro wood and rocks ang nakita ko. Ma-drama lang ang effect dahil sa lighting fixtures and the music from the crashing waves. It was a beautiful beach house. I said to myself "kung mayaman lang ako, trip na trip kong magkaroon ng bahay na ganito. Sana ganito ang magiging love nest namin ni Care Bear."
Itinuro ng katiwala ang room para sa amin ni Care Bear. Aba, may sariling CR at terrace. Mahaba ang bed. Pwedeng-pwede magpa-gulung-gulong forever. Tinignan ko si Care Bear. Mukhang pareho yung naisip namin. Countless possibilities. Countless positions ika nga.
Huling itinuro sa amin ang swimming pool. Oo. ganun kayaman ang kakilala ni Care Bear. Binigyan na ng instruction before-hand ang katiwala na painitin ang pool. Sosyal di ba? At hindi lang siya basta-basta. It's an infinity pool complete with lights underwater.
Sa tabi ng pool, andaming furniture. Recliners, sofa, chairs and all. Nakita rin namin ang mga towels na nilapag sa isang upuan. Para sa amin daw yun, in case na gusto naming maligo sa pool. Tinignan ko uli si Care Bear. Sinister na ang aura. Parang gusto na niya akong gahasain right then and there.
Malalim na nga ang gabi. Kaya nung nagpaalam na ang katiwala sa amin, immediately, we stripped down to our boxers and hit the infinity pool. Ang saya namin that time. Kami lang ata ang nag-ingay sa lugar na yun. Ang lakas ng tawa namin. Binulabog ba naman ang mga shokoy at sirena sa tabing dagat. Ayun si Care Bear, sisid ng sisid, nagpirouette sa gitna ng pool, splash ng splash na parang sinaniban ni Ursula. Ako naman, enjoy na enjoy sa pag swim from end to end.
We imagined ourselves to be the owners of the house. Living the life ang tema.
At talagang night swimming yun na may halong pag-ambon-ambon. We must have swum for hours. Medyo nanlamig na kami sa kaka-swim. Napagod rin ako. So, nagdecide akong umahon na't umupo sa recliner. I grabbed the towel and pat myself dry. Sumunod sa akin si Care Bear. He sat beside me. Tumutulo pa ang tubig from his hair. Inabot ko ang tuwalya. Pansin kong nanginginig siya.
I watched him dry himself. Such a cute bear.
Na-excite ako. Perfect moment nga iyon. Wala namang ibang tao sa bahay kundi kami lang. Madilim at malalim na ang gabi. Tulog na ang mga kabitbahay. Pwedeng pwedeng magsisid.
Nagtinginan kami ni Care Bear. Alam na namin ang gusto naming gawin. Pareho ang nasa isip. Hanap namin ang kakaibang init.
Walang pag-alinlangan. Hinatak niya ang boxers ko pababa. Tinanggal nya rin ang drawers niya lumuhod sa gitna ng mabalahibo kong mga hita. Sinisid nya ang bayag ko, ginising si junior gamit ang mga dila niya. Ramdam ko ang init ng pagsupsop nya sa aking alaga. Ang sarap. I ran my fingers through his hair. Diniin ko pa ang ulo nya sa groin ko. Lalo niyang sinubo ang TT ko. Napapa-oooh ako sa ligaya.
Di ko na napigilan ang pagtakas ng haluyhoy sa bibig ko. Ungol na ako ng ungol. Sarap to the boner. Tinuloy pa nya ang pagdideep-throat. Napatingin ako sa itaas. Shet nagtatago ang buwan. Walang stars sa langit.
Inabot ko ang titi niya. Ang tigas, parang bato. Dahan-dahan kong kiniskis ang ari niya sa aking palad. Ramdam ko ang nilikhang init. Binilisan ko pa ang paghatak-tulak nito hanggang kumalat na ang init sa buo nyang katawan. Gusto kong matikman ang init nya sa labi ko.
Dahan-dahan ko siyang hinila para umupo sa recliner. Tumayo naman ako't inayos ang inuupuan para maging isang instant kama at doon ko na siya pinahiga. Automatic namang dinampot ng mga labi ko ang junior ni Care Bear. Sabik na sabik sila sa init at tigas ng burat niya. Akyat-baba, akyat-baba, supsop to the max na para bang wala nang bukas.
Living the life indeed. Ang sarap ng buhay.
Humiga na rin ako. Baliktaran. Kabilaan ang mga paa namin. Kabilaan din ang mga alaga. Sinubo namin ang isa't isa. Chupachups forever. Ibang klase ang kaluwalhatian. Ang sarap. Sana ganito na lang palagi.
Naabot na namin ang 7th heaven. Hindi na mapakali ang alaga ko. Gusto na niyang magpasabog. Binilisan pa ni Care Bear ang pagchupa. Mahigpit na ang paghawak nya kay junior. Nagwawala na ito. Di ko na mapigilan. Di na rin maaawat. At sumabog na nga. Sumabog na sa bibig ni Care Bear. Sumabog na ang init na nararamdaman ko.
Tuloy ko pa rin ang pagsupsop sa kanya. Lalo pang tumigas ang titi nya. Abot hanggang sa ngala-ngala ko ang ulo ng alaga nya. Ang tigas. Ang init. Up Down Up Down. Sinabayan ko pa ng paghimas sa mga balls nya. Pinisil ko rin ang mga nagtigasan niyang mga utong. Nangingisay na ang oso sa sarap.
"I'm gonna cummmmmmmm," pa-ingles na sigaw ni Care Bear.
Hudyat na yun na pisilin ko ang balls niya at supsupin ng bonggang bongga ang ulo ng shaft hanggang sa umulan na ng tamod sa loob ng bibig ko. Pumintig na ang titi nya. Mainit-init na likido ang lumabas. Andami. Sinalubong ng dila at mga labi ko. Sinalubong ko ang langit.
"Wow. Our first outdoor sex," bulong ni Care Bear habang niyayakap ako.
"Enjoy talaga. Sarap ng feeling," dugtong ko.
"We lived out one of our fantasies," sabi ni Care Bear.
"I know. Kung ganito ang bahay, countless possibilities," sabi ko habang hinigpitan ang yakap sa kanya.
"Countless positions din," hirit naman niya.
Tahimik na bigla ang beach house. Pwera na lang sa hingal at hininga namin pareho. Pwera na lang sa hihip ng hangin at sa kundiman ng paghampas ng alon sa mabatong baybayin.
Slightly dizzy ako when I got off the AUV na sinakyan namin. Kasi ba naman, 30 minutes lang ang ginugol ni manong driver sa halos 70km na layo ng bahay. To think na liku-liko and madilim ang road going there. Slightly drizzling din nung gabing yun kaya medyo feel na feel namin ang lamig ng sea breeze.
At dahil beach house nga, bihira lang ito ginagamit ng may-ari. So we had the entire house for ourselves. Si manong driver na rin ang nag-guide sa amin papunta ng main door. Isang katiwala ang sumalubong sa amin. Hindi siya stay-in sabi ni manong driver. She let us in sa beach house.
Multi-level pala. A house on a cliff, made of hardwood and stone. Actually, puro wood and rocks ang nakita ko. Ma-drama lang ang effect dahil sa lighting fixtures and the music from the crashing waves. It was a beautiful beach house. I said to myself "kung mayaman lang ako, trip na trip kong magkaroon ng bahay na ganito. Sana ganito ang magiging love nest namin ni Care Bear."
Itinuro ng katiwala ang room para sa amin ni Care Bear. Aba, may sariling CR at terrace. Mahaba ang bed. Pwedeng-pwede magpa-gulung-gulong forever. Tinignan ko si Care Bear. Mukhang pareho yung naisip namin. Countless possibilities. Countless positions ika nga.
Huling itinuro sa amin ang swimming pool. Oo. ganun kayaman ang kakilala ni Care Bear. Binigyan na ng instruction before-hand ang katiwala na painitin ang pool. Sosyal di ba? At hindi lang siya basta-basta. It's an infinity pool complete with lights underwater.
Sa tabi ng pool, andaming furniture. Recliners, sofa, chairs and all. Nakita rin namin ang mga towels na nilapag sa isang upuan. Para sa amin daw yun, in case na gusto naming maligo sa pool. Tinignan ko uli si Care Bear. Sinister na ang aura. Parang gusto na niya akong gahasain right then and there.
Malalim na nga ang gabi. Kaya nung nagpaalam na ang katiwala sa amin, immediately, we stripped down to our boxers and hit the infinity pool. Ang saya namin that time. Kami lang ata ang nag-ingay sa lugar na yun. Ang lakas ng tawa namin. Binulabog ba naman ang mga shokoy at sirena sa tabing dagat. Ayun si Care Bear, sisid ng sisid, nagpirouette sa gitna ng pool, splash ng splash na parang sinaniban ni Ursula. Ako naman, enjoy na enjoy sa pag swim from end to end.
We imagined ourselves to be the owners of the house. Living the life ang tema.
At talagang night swimming yun na may halong pag-ambon-ambon. We must have swum for hours. Medyo nanlamig na kami sa kaka-swim. Napagod rin ako. So, nagdecide akong umahon na't umupo sa recliner. I grabbed the towel and pat myself dry. Sumunod sa akin si Care Bear. He sat beside me. Tumutulo pa ang tubig from his hair. Inabot ko ang tuwalya. Pansin kong nanginginig siya.
I watched him dry himself. Such a cute bear.
Na-excite ako. Perfect moment nga iyon. Wala namang ibang tao sa bahay kundi kami lang. Madilim at malalim na ang gabi. Tulog na ang mga kabitbahay. Pwedeng pwedeng magsisid.
Nagtinginan kami ni Care Bear. Alam na namin ang gusto naming gawin. Pareho ang nasa isip. Hanap namin ang kakaibang init.
Walang pag-alinlangan. Hinatak niya ang boxers ko pababa. Tinanggal nya rin ang drawers niya lumuhod sa gitna ng mabalahibo kong mga hita. Sinisid nya ang bayag ko, ginising si junior gamit ang mga dila niya. Ramdam ko ang init ng pagsupsop nya sa aking alaga. Ang sarap. I ran my fingers through his hair. Diniin ko pa ang ulo nya sa groin ko. Lalo niyang sinubo ang TT ko. Napapa-oooh ako sa ligaya.
Di ko na napigilan ang pagtakas ng haluyhoy sa bibig ko. Ungol na ako ng ungol. Sarap to the boner. Tinuloy pa nya ang pagdideep-throat. Napatingin ako sa itaas. Shet nagtatago ang buwan. Walang stars sa langit.
Inabot ko ang titi niya. Ang tigas, parang bato. Dahan-dahan kong kiniskis ang ari niya sa aking palad. Ramdam ko ang nilikhang init. Binilisan ko pa ang paghatak-tulak nito hanggang kumalat na ang init sa buo nyang katawan. Gusto kong matikman ang init nya sa labi ko.
Dahan-dahan ko siyang hinila para umupo sa recliner. Tumayo naman ako't inayos ang inuupuan para maging isang instant kama at doon ko na siya pinahiga. Automatic namang dinampot ng mga labi ko ang junior ni Care Bear. Sabik na sabik sila sa init at tigas ng burat niya. Akyat-baba, akyat-baba, supsop to the max na para bang wala nang bukas.
Living the life indeed. Ang sarap ng buhay.
Humiga na rin ako. Baliktaran. Kabilaan ang mga paa namin. Kabilaan din ang mga alaga. Sinubo namin ang isa't isa. Chupachups forever. Ibang klase ang kaluwalhatian. Ang sarap. Sana ganito na lang palagi.
Naabot na namin ang 7th heaven. Hindi na mapakali ang alaga ko. Gusto na niyang magpasabog. Binilisan pa ni Care Bear ang pagchupa. Mahigpit na ang paghawak nya kay junior. Nagwawala na ito. Di ko na mapigilan. Di na rin maaawat. At sumabog na nga. Sumabog na sa bibig ni Care Bear. Sumabog na ang init na nararamdaman ko.
Tuloy ko pa rin ang pagsupsop sa kanya. Lalo pang tumigas ang titi nya. Abot hanggang sa ngala-ngala ko ang ulo ng alaga nya. Ang tigas. Ang init. Up Down Up Down. Sinabayan ko pa ng paghimas sa mga balls nya. Pinisil ko rin ang mga nagtigasan niyang mga utong. Nangingisay na ang oso sa sarap.
"I'm gonna cummmmmmmm," pa-ingles na sigaw ni Care Bear.
Hudyat na yun na pisilin ko ang balls niya at supsupin ng bonggang bongga ang ulo ng shaft hanggang sa umulan na ng tamod sa loob ng bibig ko. Pumintig na ang titi nya. Mainit-init na likido ang lumabas. Andami. Sinalubong ng dila at mga labi ko. Sinalubong ko ang langit.
"Wow. Our first outdoor sex," bulong ni Care Bear habang niyayakap ako.
"Enjoy talaga. Sarap ng feeling," dugtong ko.
"We lived out one of our fantasies," sabi ni Care Bear.
"I know. Kung ganito ang bahay, countless possibilities," sabi ko habang hinigpitan ang yakap sa kanya.
"Countless positions din," hirit naman niya.
Tahimik na bigla ang beach house. Pwera na lang sa hingal at hininga namin pareho. Pwera na lang sa hihip ng hangin at sa kundiman ng paghampas ng alon sa mabatong baybayin.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
At a Glance
Them rooms.
Before and after work-out, these are the places to be.
Them rooms, where some live out their fantasies, while others imagine things that they fancy.
It's where everybody gets to see people in various stages of undress.
It's where everybody gets to see people naked.
It's where everybody gets to see people. Period.
The locker rooms often present opportunities for voyeurism. Men checking out men that interest them or men spying on gym rats who are undressing, the locker rooms are witnesses to such secret behaviour.
And by secret behaviour, I am referring to the act where men glance at the body of someone else who's unaware that he was gawked at. In the locker room, some men like to flaunt their stuff, walking along rows and rows of benches with nothing on but their confidence. While some linger in places where everyone could see them. You would often see these men standing in front of a huge mirror, or near a sink or at a corner where he could just dry himself off while secretly ogling on those who just rolled down their drawers or those who just unwrapped the towels from their waists.
I do get excited when I go to the locker room to change. But I fear locker rooms in a way because I know that there are several pairs of eyes that wander around to watch people do their thing. Vultures hide behind locker doors. They sometimes use wall mirrors and stare at reflections of naked bodies. When I undress, I always see to it that I'm nowhere near mirrors. I strip down to my undies only. I wrap a towel or go to an enclosed changing area when I needed to take of my drawers.
But in the locker rooms, sometimes a free live show comes around. Some men flash their muscular butts while walking from the shower to their lockers. There are some who strip in front of you and you could not help but stare at their members big, small and in various shape and sizes. And in the middle of the scanning, one could identify what religion these men belong. Most of those who strip without batting an eyelash are foreigners. Still, there are some who just tip the scale for a very long time so that other men would salivate as they watch him flex his muscles or flaunt his bulge.
The locker room is like a little flea market. A place where people exchange 'notes', examine the 'wares' and rencontre with 'meat' traders in their undies. It's a little nirvana for the straight-acting dude. A little piece of heaven if you may.
But people who just came from the flea market have plenty of stories to tell.
And I am going to tell you very very soon.
Before and after work-out, these are the places to be.
Them rooms, where some live out their fantasies, while others imagine things that they fancy.
It's where everybody gets to see people in various stages of undress.
It's where everybody gets to see people naked.
It's where everybody gets to see people. Period.
The locker rooms often present opportunities for voyeurism. Men checking out men that interest them or men spying on gym rats who are undressing, the locker rooms are witnesses to such secret behaviour.
And by secret behaviour, I am referring to the act where men glance at the body of someone else who's unaware that he was gawked at. In the locker room, some men like to flaunt their stuff, walking along rows and rows of benches with nothing on but their confidence. While some linger in places where everyone could see them. You would often see these men standing in front of a huge mirror, or near a sink or at a corner where he could just dry himself off while secretly ogling on those who just rolled down their drawers or those who just unwrapped the towels from their waists.
I do get excited when I go to the locker room to change. But I fear locker rooms in a way because I know that there are several pairs of eyes that wander around to watch people do their thing. Vultures hide behind locker doors. They sometimes use wall mirrors and stare at reflections of naked bodies. When I undress, I always see to it that I'm nowhere near mirrors. I strip down to my undies only. I wrap a towel or go to an enclosed changing area when I needed to take of my drawers.
But in the locker rooms, sometimes a free live show comes around. Some men flash their muscular butts while walking from the shower to their lockers. There are some who strip in front of you and you could not help but stare at their members big, small and in various shape and sizes. And in the middle of the scanning, one could identify what religion these men belong. Most of those who strip without batting an eyelash are foreigners. Still, there are some who just tip the scale for a very long time so that other men would salivate as they watch him flex his muscles or flaunt his bulge.
The locker room is like a little flea market. A place where people exchange 'notes', examine the 'wares' and rencontre with 'meat' traders in their undies. It's a little nirvana for the straight-acting dude. A little piece of heaven if you may.
But people who just came from the flea market have plenty of stories to tell.
And I am going to tell you very very soon.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Ice Cold Burning
The rain had poured so heavily in the island. While the places in the north has been ravaged by Typhoon Megi, Cebu was drenched wet with rain. It has been raining for days.
The sound of raindrops hitting the roof of Care Bear's house grew louder by the moment. The noise was so loud I could barely hear what he was saying. In the main room of Care Bear's bungalow, I saw him moved his mouth but I could not understand what words came out of his formed lips.
I was lying on his bed. Sprawled naked, head resting on the pillows. I stared at him with wrinkled brows because I was so distracted by the rain outside. I don't know what he was trying to point out but I saw him trying to open up a small pack.
He was trying to break open a pack of lubes. Wrinkled brows dissipated. I smiled and waited for him to come back to the bed. Care Bear was stark naked. He flashed the sachet in front of me and tore it open. He quickly squeezed the pack onto his fingers as he went back and joined me in bed.
It continued to rain hard. Care Bear was hard as well. He lay down beside me and I felt his hard member nudging me. I saw the gel on his fingers. He reached for my balls and wrapped them with lube. My balls were wet with lube. He moved his fingers all over my nuts. I squirmed in response to his tactual sensation. He continued to run his fingers on my balls.
I moaned in delight. Care Bear had magic in his hand. My balls surrendered to his massage. I sensed that my dick began to grow hard. He started to plant my neck with kisses. I pinned his head deeper. For a moment, he moved his face up and planted me with kisses. His hands, still busy juggling my balls.
In the heat of the ice cold rainy day, I breathed deeply. I gasped in the pleasure of the moment. I allowed my self to suffer in delight. I heaved out a sigh. A deep but loud moan escaped my mouth. I could no longer contain myself. I could not bear it any longer. I screamed.
"Gahhhhddd. Ang hapdi ng betlog ko! (God. My nuts sting!). Aray! Parang nilagyan ng Vicks Vaporub. Ang sakit! What were you trying to say kanina?," I asked him.
"I said, we ran out of KY so I got us this ice cool menthol lubricant," he replied. He continued on. "It's for an explosive sensual experience brought by an intensely pleasurable cooling sensation."
Yah yah yah yah. How can one explode when the nuts go numb?
The sound of raindrops hitting the roof of Care Bear's house grew louder by the moment. The noise was so loud I could barely hear what he was saying. In the main room of Care Bear's bungalow, I saw him moved his mouth but I could not understand what words came out of his formed lips.
I was lying on his bed. Sprawled naked, head resting on the pillows. I stared at him with wrinkled brows because I was so distracted by the rain outside. I don't know what he was trying to point out but I saw him trying to open up a small pack.
He was trying to break open a pack of lubes. Wrinkled brows dissipated. I smiled and waited for him to come back to the bed. Care Bear was stark naked. He flashed the sachet in front of me and tore it open. He quickly squeezed the pack onto his fingers as he went back and joined me in bed.
It continued to rain hard. Care Bear was hard as well. He lay down beside me and I felt his hard member nudging me. I saw the gel on his fingers. He reached for my balls and wrapped them with lube. My balls were wet with lube. He moved his fingers all over my nuts. I squirmed in response to his tactual sensation. He continued to run his fingers on my balls.
I moaned in delight. Care Bear had magic in his hand. My balls surrendered to his massage. I sensed that my dick began to grow hard. He started to plant my neck with kisses. I pinned his head deeper. For a moment, he moved his face up and planted me with kisses. His hands, still busy juggling my balls.
In the heat of the ice cold rainy day, I breathed deeply. I gasped in the pleasure of the moment. I allowed my self to suffer in delight. I heaved out a sigh. A deep but loud moan escaped my mouth. I could no longer contain myself. I could not bear it any longer. I screamed.
"Gahhhhddd. Ang hapdi ng betlog ko! (God. My nuts sting!). Aray! Parang nilagyan ng Vicks Vaporub. Ang sakit! What were you trying to say kanina?," I asked him.
"I said, we ran out of KY so I got us this ice cool menthol lubricant," he replied. He continued on. "It's for an explosive sensual experience brought by an intensely pleasurable cooling sensation."
Yah yah yah yah. How can one explode when the nuts go numb?
Thursday, October 21, 2010
In Sugarlandia
It tasted like strawberries. Sweet and oily against my lips as I bobbed my head to run my lips up and down his shaft. The rubber was finally put in place. His tool has risen for the occasion.
Then he reached out for the KY Jelly from the side table and handed it to me. I took the tube of lube from his hands and pressed it. The tube popped and copious amount of KY oozed out. I placed some of it in my arse, some I put in his dick, the rest, I put in my hard throbbing member.
He was rock-hard. Probably because we hadn't had sex for weeks. He was extremely horny. I was extremely excited.
I poked my arse with my index finger and evened out the lube on my rim. I was forcing it to loosen up. I wanted it to be ready for the home run. As I massaged my hole, I stroked his cock with my left hand. His cock was dying to get some arse. I pumped his condom-wrapped shaft for a while. Pleasure on its heels, orgasm is in the offing.
I always like to see him tortured in bed. By torture, I mean leading him on to the brink of orgasm and just when he's almost in the verge of erupting, I would stop jerking his penis or stop swallowing or sucking it before he screams out in utmost orgasm.
I continued stroking my hole while I pumped his shaft. Him, lying in on his back while I genuflect over him and positioned myself directly above his cock. I lowered myself a bit and felt the cockhead knocking on my bottom door. I let the head poke me. I lowered myself even more and felt that the tapered head was about to break me in two. I breathed slowly, trying to lessen out the pain. My mouth wide-open from the sheer delight of the moment.
His hands held my hips as he slowly guided me down to his tool. He thrust his hips upward, pushing his dickhead deeper into me. My mouth opened, legs shaking, my hands grasped the arms that were fastened on my sides. I pushed myself further. I felt the warm length of his cock. It was so stiff when it slid entirely in my hole. I could feel his balls wanting to enter me as well. I began to hump in wild abandon.
The bed creaked as we rocked our bodies to the humping. I watched him suffer in pleasure. I heard him moan in tempo with the rocking. I knew that he liked it so much. He moaned like crazy. The "oh,yeah's" escaped my mouth as he drilled my hole harder and harder.
I reached for his mouth and kissed him. His lips were so soft and warm. I kissed him passionately. He parted my lips with his tongue and entered my mouth to meet my tongue.
He jerked his head only to catch his breath. I continued to ride his cock. He grabbed my cock and stroked it. I looked at him and saw him smiling. I knew what it meant. I rode him a little bit faster as he pumped my throbbing shaft up and down.
I couldn't take it anymore. I sensed my tool's about to explode. I pulled out his shaft from my manhole, and stroked it as I got nearer to his face. I arched my back and thrust my crotch forward. I turned my head up and closed my eyes as I continued to pump my cock. The stroked got faster, my balls began to contract. He sensed that I was about to cum. He squeezed my sack and planted it with kisses. He reached for my nipples and made circles with them with his fingers.
Then I could not hold it much longer. I held my cock tight and placed it in his mouth. He sucked me like crazy as I moaned loudly in the night. I grabbed his head and pushed my cock in his mouth. He locked his lips around the shafthead. He continued to suck. I shivered. I exploded in his mouth and he swallowed all my juice.
He continued to suck me. I shook in utmost pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled my cock from his mouth. I looked down on him, he looked up to me and smiled. "Make me cum," he said.
He pulled out the rubber from his dick as I lay beside him. I reached for his hard tool and stroked it so tightly. He moaned everytime I plant kisses on his nipples, then on his neck and then his mouth. He pressed my head on his chest, I fought back to suck his tits. My hand jerking his cock. I ran a thumb on its head and held the shaft tightly. His legs began to shake as if to signal his coming.
I pumped his tool faster. His moans grew louder. I moved closer to his cock. I enclosed it in my mouth and licked the head with my tongue. I continued stroking it, at a much faster pace. I sucked it hard. I felt the head nudging my tonsils. I bobbed up and down. His feet began to arch and his moans were replaced with "i'm cumming, oh jeez I'm gonna cum" so I locked my lips on his tool and waited for the eruption.
Then he came. Warm thick jizz landed in the walls of my mouth. He squirted the juice of pleasure. Warm squirts of pure love. I gulped them down. I continued to suck him off. He told me to stop. I continued on sucking him. He pushed my head away, I fought back and locked my lips on his shaft. I pressed his balls in the hope for more of his juice. It squirted some more.
He lifted my head up. He reached for my mouth. We kissed. Warm sweaty embrace sealed the moment. We breathed heavily. Chests heaving from the love we made. We smiled as we listened to the music of the night. Then silence began to crawl back, knocking in our room as we lay down to sleep, spooning.
Then he reached out for the KY Jelly from the side table and handed it to me. I took the tube of lube from his hands and pressed it. The tube popped and copious amount of KY oozed out. I placed some of it in my arse, some I put in his dick, the rest, I put in my hard throbbing member.
He was rock-hard. Probably because we hadn't had sex for weeks. He was extremely horny. I was extremely excited.
I poked my arse with my index finger and evened out the lube on my rim. I was forcing it to loosen up. I wanted it to be ready for the home run. As I massaged my hole, I stroked his cock with my left hand. His cock was dying to get some arse. I pumped his condom-wrapped shaft for a while. Pleasure on its heels, orgasm is in the offing.
I always like to see him tortured in bed. By torture, I mean leading him on to the brink of orgasm and just when he's almost in the verge of erupting, I would stop jerking his penis or stop swallowing or sucking it before he screams out in utmost orgasm.
I continued stroking my hole while I pumped his shaft. Him, lying in on his back while I genuflect over him and positioned myself directly above his cock. I lowered myself a bit and felt the cockhead knocking on my bottom door. I let the head poke me. I lowered myself even more and felt that the tapered head was about to break me in two. I breathed slowly, trying to lessen out the pain. My mouth wide-open from the sheer delight of the moment.
His hands held my hips as he slowly guided me down to his tool. He thrust his hips upward, pushing his dickhead deeper into me. My mouth opened, legs shaking, my hands grasped the arms that were fastened on my sides. I pushed myself further. I felt the warm length of his cock. It was so stiff when it slid entirely in my hole. I could feel his balls wanting to enter me as well. I began to hump in wild abandon.
The bed creaked as we rocked our bodies to the humping. I watched him suffer in pleasure. I heard him moan in tempo with the rocking. I knew that he liked it so much. He moaned like crazy. The "oh,yeah's" escaped my mouth as he drilled my hole harder and harder.
I reached for his mouth and kissed him. His lips were so soft and warm. I kissed him passionately. He parted my lips with his tongue and entered my mouth to meet my tongue.
He jerked his head only to catch his breath. I continued to ride his cock. He grabbed my cock and stroked it. I looked at him and saw him smiling. I knew what it meant. I rode him a little bit faster as he pumped my throbbing shaft up and down.
I couldn't take it anymore. I sensed my tool's about to explode. I pulled out his shaft from my manhole, and stroked it as I got nearer to his face. I arched my back and thrust my crotch forward. I turned my head up and closed my eyes as I continued to pump my cock. The stroked got faster, my balls began to contract. He sensed that I was about to cum. He squeezed my sack and planted it with kisses. He reached for my nipples and made circles with them with his fingers.
Then I could not hold it much longer. I held my cock tight and placed it in his mouth. He sucked me like crazy as I moaned loudly in the night. I grabbed his head and pushed my cock in his mouth. He locked his lips around the shafthead. He continued to suck. I shivered. I exploded in his mouth and he swallowed all my juice.
He continued to suck me. I shook in utmost pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled my cock from his mouth. I looked down on him, he looked up to me and smiled. "Make me cum," he said.
He pulled out the rubber from his dick as I lay beside him. I reached for his hard tool and stroked it so tightly. He moaned everytime I plant kisses on his nipples, then on his neck and then his mouth. He pressed my head on his chest, I fought back to suck his tits. My hand jerking his cock. I ran a thumb on its head and held the shaft tightly. His legs began to shake as if to signal his coming.
I pumped his tool faster. His moans grew louder. I moved closer to his cock. I enclosed it in my mouth and licked the head with my tongue. I continued stroking it, at a much faster pace. I sucked it hard. I felt the head nudging my tonsils. I bobbed up and down. His feet began to arch and his moans were replaced with "i'm cumming, oh jeez I'm gonna cum" so I locked my lips on his tool and waited for the eruption.
Then he came. Warm thick jizz landed in the walls of my mouth. He squirted the juice of pleasure. Warm squirts of pure love. I gulped them down. I continued to suck him off. He told me to stop. I continued on sucking him. He pushed my head away, I fought back and locked my lips on his shaft. I pressed his balls in the hope for more of his juice. It squirted some more.
He lifted my head up. He reached for my mouth. We kissed. Warm sweaty embrace sealed the moment. We breathed heavily. Chests heaving from the love we made. We smiled as we listened to the music of the night. Then silence began to crawl back, knocking in our room as we lay down to sleep, spooning.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Selective Closet Case
I wear my beard as if it's an everyday essential just like underwears or a pair of glasses. I could not go out of the house without it. For me, my beard provides me with protection from the scrutinizing eyes of the people around me, specially those who were not given the chance to know me and those who refuse to understand my being ME. It's just like holding an umbrella to shield me from the harsh rays of the sun or from the cold wet droplets of rain.
Wearing a beard is a different way of saying that I am still living in a closet. I know the truth about me but I could not bring myself to be honest to everyone.
I am a closet case. Straight-acting whenever I'm home or when I'm with my mom and dad. Much lower voice when I talk to them or to anyone who doesn't know me completely. I'm careful with my actions and my moves. I do not want things to be awkward in the house. I hid my magazines in non-conspicuous places. I threw my porn CDs soon after I'd watched them. I surf porn sites only when the house is empty and I'm left to stay with the dog.
Mom and Dad doesn't know everything about me. But I know that they somehow had the gut feel about me being single or unmarried. I never brought a girl to the house and introduced her to my parents. I never had a girlfriend. I never had a serious beard.
My parents had not asked me about my plans to have a family of my own. I never allowed myself to be in a position where I could not give a definite answer to the question why am I still single. I just couldn't bear the thought of sharing my life with a woman, much more the responsibility of raising kids. It's not my inclination. I refuse to become a parent.
The closet is one of my dear friends in my entire life. It's been with me for a long time. Having it around, it gave me the assurance that I could always get in and hide from people and instances where it's not necessary to speak out the truth. It's my escape route.
In the confines of my closet, I had learned to choose the people I could trust. I only come out to people I think who could handle the truth about me. It may be a little presumptuous. I may be disregarding anybody's capacity to accept and to understand me, but I may be too wary about the impact it may have to those I really care.
If you ask me if being a closet case had given me too much of a burden, I can say that it had not. I know that I could not forever dwell in the closet, I need to step out and learn to trust people. For now, I am content of saying who I really am if anyone would come up to me and ask. I would properly answer their questions. I would appreciate it if people ask me directly. DADT (don't-ask-don't tell) policies suck.
I am a selective closet case. I'm not entirely out in the open. I am not entirely honest with my self and my life. I am in the company of my beard and my partially-open closet. It's just the way it is, for now.
So, I think I am ready for your questions.
Wearing a beard is a different way of saying that I am still living in a closet. I know the truth about me but I could not bring myself to be honest to everyone.
I am a closet case. Straight-acting whenever I'm home or when I'm with my mom and dad. Much lower voice when I talk to them or to anyone who doesn't know me completely. I'm careful with my actions and my moves. I do not want things to be awkward in the house. I hid my magazines in non-conspicuous places. I threw my porn CDs soon after I'd watched them. I surf porn sites only when the house is empty and I'm left to stay with the dog.
Mom and Dad doesn't know everything about me. But I know that they somehow had the gut feel about me being single or unmarried. I never brought a girl to the house and introduced her to my parents. I never had a girlfriend. I never had a serious beard.
My parents had not asked me about my plans to have a family of my own. I never allowed myself to be in a position where I could not give a definite answer to the question why am I still single. I just couldn't bear the thought of sharing my life with a woman, much more the responsibility of raising kids. It's not my inclination. I refuse to become a parent.
The closet is one of my dear friends in my entire life. It's been with me for a long time. Having it around, it gave me the assurance that I could always get in and hide from people and instances where it's not necessary to speak out the truth. It's my escape route.
In the confines of my closet, I had learned to choose the people I could trust. I only come out to people I think who could handle the truth about me. It may be a little presumptuous. I may be disregarding anybody's capacity to accept and to understand me, but I may be too wary about the impact it may have to those I really care.
If you ask me if being a closet case had given me too much of a burden, I can say that it had not. I know that I could not forever dwell in the closet, I need to step out and learn to trust people. For now, I am content of saying who I really am if anyone would come up to me and ask. I would properly answer their questions. I would appreciate it if people ask me directly. DADT (don't-ask-don't tell) policies suck.
I am a selective closet case. I'm not entirely out in the open. I am not entirely honest with my self and my life. I am in the company of my beard and my partially-open closet. It's just the way it is, for now.
So, I think I am ready for your questions.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Beyond the Witching Hour
I woke up feeling that certain emptiness in my stomach - that familiar grumble and mumble within me that poked my mind to accept that I am hungry. I placed my hands on my hairy belly and checked if my six-pack had finally surfaced. I ran my fingers on the patch, then they went down a little to check the texture of my pubes. My hands reached out for my balls. I greeted them 'Maayong Aga.'
Then I moved up to shake my sleepy dick a bit, it grew and stood up to greet me back. Then i placed my hands back on my tummy before I made a huge effort to stretch my body, rising up to cover and block the early morning sunlight from the window.
My fingers felt something on my belly. Dried cum. It's mixed with KY Jelly. Hard entangled bunch of hair. My eyes felt heavy and groggy as I tried to figure out if the morning has already broken. I stared at my hairy tummy again. A hand, dainty and soft landed on it, breaking the hairy patch. I looked at my left and smiled at him. Care Bear, spent and exhausted, smiled back at me.
A few hours back, at the witching hour, I covered myself with sheets and revved myself down to sleep. Care Bear was still sitting in a corner, tinkering with his lappy. I closed my eyes and drifted away to neverland.
Sleep got interrupted when the bed shook. I sensed that Care Bear was about to lie down beside me. He joined me under the sheets. I could feel the warmth emanating from him. He's about to take his sleep. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. Hmmm. He was up to somehing. I think he guided my fingers to his balls to cup them. I tried to be unmoved but I could only manage a feign sleep. A kinky smile escaped my lips.
I didn't move my fingers. He moved closer to me. His warmth covered me with excitement. "Make me cum," he said. I didn't say anything. I continued to feign sleep. He moved my hand up and had me stroke his tool. Hard as a rock. Solid and hot. I didn't know how many times I had held his manhood. But this time, it was totally hard and angry.
I moved my hand, up and down, squeezing it softly as I ran its length with my hand. Care Bear drew his breath and exhaled heavily, moaning like hell everytime my thumb made circles on his tool's head. His moans were drowned by the sound from the aircon and his sighs engulfed the silence of the night. I continued to stroke him, gradually increasing speed. His moans grew louder, his chest, rose and fell like crazy. His body arched in sheer ecstacy.
I slowed down on the stroking. I told myself, no way he's going to cum first. His body fell back in bed. "I almost came. Why are you stopping?" he whispered. "I want to cum first," I said.
It didn't take much time before he stirred and moved on top of me. He burried his face on my neck. His lips planted me with kisses. His stubbles tickled me wild. He pinned me on my back as continued to like my ears. His breath was warm against my skin. He parted my legs and placed his heavy frame in between. Our hard dicks pressed between our bellies.
I could only bring my self to moan. I could not say his name out loud as he tried to hump me. I was in deep pleasure. His shaft was so hard that I wanted to ride it. It was very hard, in between our bodies.
I whispered to him "I want to ride it."
"But I don't know if we still have rubber," he said. "Shall we fuck?"
"Let's not," I replied.
And beyond the witching hour, silence is broken by the howls and outburst of pleasure translated into cum that hardened in time to meet the break of day.
Then I moved up to shake my sleepy dick a bit, it grew and stood up to greet me back. Then i placed my hands back on my tummy before I made a huge effort to stretch my body, rising up to cover and block the early morning sunlight from the window.
My fingers felt something on my belly. Dried cum. It's mixed with KY Jelly. Hard entangled bunch of hair. My eyes felt heavy and groggy as I tried to figure out if the morning has already broken. I stared at my hairy tummy again. A hand, dainty and soft landed on it, breaking the hairy patch. I looked at my left and smiled at him. Care Bear, spent and exhausted, smiled back at me.
A few hours back, at the witching hour, I covered myself with sheets and revved myself down to sleep. Care Bear was still sitting in a corner, tinkering with his lappy. I closed my eyes and drifted away to neverland.
Sleep got interrupted when the bed shook. I sensed that Care Bear was about to lie down beside me. He joined me under the sheets. I could feel the warmth emanating from him. He's about to take his sleep. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. Hmmm. He was up to somehing. I think he guided my fingers to his balls to cup them. I tried to be unmoved but I could only manage a feign sleep. A kinky smile escaped my lips.
I didn't move my fingers. He moved closer to me. His warmth covered me with excitement. "Make me cum," he said. I didn't say anything. I continued to feign sleep. He moved my hand up and had me stroke his tool. Hard as a rock. Solid and hot. I didn't know how many times I had held his manhood. But this time, it was totally hard and angry.
I moved my hand, up and down, squeezing it softly as I ran its length with my hand. Care Bear drew his breath and exhaled heavily, moaning like hell everytime my thumb made circles on his tool's head. His moans were drowned by the sound from the aircon and his sighs engulfed the silence of the night. I continued to stroke him, gradually increasing speed. His moans grew louder, his chest, rose and fell like crazy. His body arched in sheer ecstacy.
I slowed down on the stroking. I told myself, no way he's going to cum first. His body fell back in bed. "I almost came. Why are you stopping?" he whispered. "I want to cum first," I said.
It didn't take much time before he stirred and moved on top of me. He burried his face on my neck. His lips planted me with kisses. His stubbles tickled me wild. He pinned me on my back as continued to like my ears. His breath was warm against my skin. He parted my legs and placed his heavy frame in between. Our hard dicks pressed between our bellies.
I could only bring my self to moan. I could not say his name out loud as he tried to hump me. I was in deep pleasure. His shaft was so hard that I wanted to ride it. It was very hard, in between our bodies.
I whispered to him "I want to ride it."
"But I don't know if we still have rubber," he said. "Shall we fuck?"
"Let's not," I replied.
And beyond the witching hour, silence is broken by the howls and outburst of pleasure translated into cum that hardened in time to meet the break of day.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Bear-Fixated
I chase bears.
Bears are chubby hairy men. I like them for their fur. I like to follow them around, wherever I spot them. I followed them with my stare. I like looking at them.
It is almost to the point of worshipping them. It's deeper than the normal appreciation of someone who looks good and who looks mean at the same time. Yin and yang in one huggable body. Them bears looked so tough, you may think that they could break you into pieces. But au la meme temps, you couldn't stop yourself from rushing into their arms for a warm bear hug.
In public places, I often say woof when there's a bear in sight. I say woof again when the bear is fair-skinned. Then I GRRRRRRHHHH when the bear would sense that I am chasing him. I don't stop in my way.
I chase bears.
I want to understand them. I'd like to know why I am fixated with them. They are cuddly. They are lovable. They made me smile. They are very confident and comfortable in their own skin and fur. I think they know that they are being chased. They want to be chased and they like it.
Now, I'm going out for a while. I'll go hunt for bears. GRRRRRHHHH
Bears are chubby hairy men. I like them for their fur. I like to follow them around, wherever I spot them. I followed them with my stare. I like looking at them.
It is almost to the point of worshipping them. It's deeper than the normal appreciation of someone who looks good and who looks mean at the same time. Yin and yang in one huggable body. Them bears looked so tough, you may think that they could break you into pieces. But au la meme temps, you couldn't stop yourself from rushing into their arms for a warm bear hug.
In public places, I often say woof when there's a bear in sight. I say woof again when the bear is fair-skinned. Then I GRRRRRRHHHH when the bear would sense that I am chasing him. I don't stop in my way.
I chase bears.
I want to understand them. I'd like to know why I am fixated with them. They are cuddly. They are lovable. They made me smile. They are very confident and comfortable in their own skin and fur. I think they know that they are being chased. They want to be chased and they like it.
Now, I'm going out for a while. I'll go hunt for bears. GRRRRRHHHH
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Traveller: A Wide-eyed Wanderer
Going to different places could be really fun. I am the type who would easily get excited to pack things and stuff and dream about so many things to do in the chosen destination. Ever since I got into this sales and distribution job, the opportunity to travel appears to be endless.
I travel within the confines of the Philippines. I've been to almost all the major cities and towns in the south. I've seen a lot of interesting places, done a lot of interesting things,and met a lot of people of various socio-economic and cultural background.
I am not the type who would demand for a first class accomodation or a business class seat or go around town on a chauffeur-driven ride.I am not finicky. I am practical. I do not complain much, as long as I got a decent place to stay and the weather is okay.
There are places down south which tickled my memory.
Who would have thought that there's a gay bar in the "Tuna Capital of the Philippines"? I've gone there in two occasions with my friends and not surprisingly, the dancers looked the same - stallions. Their faces kinda looked like horses. I'm sorry.
In Metro Davao, I've visited Salambat which is a few blocks away from Damosa. I think this is the only surviving gay bar in the city. There used to be another one in Cabaguio which was raided at some point and ordered closed by the city mayor. The dancers in Salambat gyrate to Celine Dion's music or to Sarah G's songs while holding candles and whips. They used the metal poles a lot.
There was a Navigator Bar in Cagayan de Oro. I think it's related to the gay bar of the same name here in Mandaue City. It's a few blocks away from where I was bileted. My officemates and I agreed to check the place out. When we got to the spot, we learned that the bar was already turned into a coffee shop.
In Cebu, one of the party places is that loud enclave near Fuente Osmena, along Gen. Maxilom. There's a bar for the men(almost) where they could just do what they want to do - kiss, embrace, grope or fondle with wild abandon. Numero Doce. Right beside it is discobar where most of the straight ones go.
Tacloban City has comedy bars. There's one which I visited early this year where everybody is encouraged to sing on stage. The host was a drag queen. But unlike the comedy bars in Manila and in other places, this host didn't engage in any okrayan. She's too kind, entirely the opposite of Vice Ganda. I asked around. My friend said that the reason why they chose to be polite on stage is because a host of another bar was stabbed to death by a customer who sang on stage but was joked upon by the said host.
There's not much of a nightlife in Cotabato City. Malls and shops close before night fall. There are few resto-bars along Sinsuat Ave which close late in the evening.
The City of Smiles may be a disappointment for the gay bloke. There's no gay bar in Bacolod. Nightlife is contained in the entertainment complex that is the Goldenfields. There you would find the old whites holding hands with the exotic and the erotic femmes. There's nothing much to do at night but to just linger in one of their coffee shops.
The former Queen City of the South, Iloilo has its own party district. The Smallville. There's a place of worship for the PLU as well. Aptly called Paraiso. But I haven't gone there. It's difficult to find.
Back in Cebu, there's much ado about the lingam massage. There used to be one along F. Ramos St. but it ceased operation after the city government banned anyone from operating such spa. It's not a great loss for PLU because there's no lingam masseur in town, only females.
These are just a few of the kinky places in the south. Others are waiting to be discovered.
I am a traveller. I will never cease to wander. I love the feeling that my slightly-chinky eyes go wide sometimes.
I travel within the confines of the Philippines. I've been to almost all the major cities and towns in the south. I've seen a lot of interesting places, done a lot of interesting things,and met a lot of people of various socio-economic and cultural background.
I am not the type who would demand for a first class accomodation or a business class seat or go around town on a chauffeur-driven ride.I am not finicky. I am practical. I do not complain much, as long as I got a decent place to stay and the weather is okay.
There are places down south which tickled my memory.
Who would have thought that there's a gay bar in the "Tuna Capital of the Philippines"? I've gone there in two occasions with my friends and not surprisingly, the dancers looked the same - stallions. Their faces kinda looked like horses. I'm sorry.
In Metro Davao, I've visited Salambat which is a few blocks away from Damosa. I think this is the only surviving gay bar in the city. There used to be another one in Cabaguio which was raided at some point and ordered closed by the city mayor. The dancers in Salambat gyrate to Celine Dion's music or to Sarah G's songs while holding candles and whips. They used the metal poles a lot.
There was a Navigator Bar in Cagayan de Oro. I think it's related to the gay bar of the same name here in Mandaue City. It's a few blocks away from where I was bileted. My officemates and I agreed to check the place out. When we got to the spot, we learned that the bar was already turned into a coffee shop.
In Cebu, one of the party places is that loud enclave near Fuente Osmena, along Gen. Maxilom. There's a bar for the men(almost) where they could just do what they want to do - kiss, embrace, grope or fondle with wild abandon. Numero Doce. Right beside it is discobar where most of the straight ones go.
Tacloban City has comedy bars. There's one which I visited early this year where everybody is encouraged to sing on stage. The host was a drag queen. But unlike the comedy bars in Manila and in other places, this host didn't engage in any okrayan. She's too kind, entirely the opposite of Vice Ganda. I asked around. My friend said that the reason why they chose to be polite on stage is because a host of another bar was stabbed to death by a customer who sang on stage but was joked upon by the said host.
There's not much of a nightlife in Cotabato City. Malls and shops close before night fall. There are few resto-bars along Sinsuat Ave which close late in the evening.
The City of Smiles may be a disappointment for the gay bloke. There's no gay bar in Bacolod. Nightlife is contained in the entertainment complex that is the Goldenfields. There you would find the old whites holding hands with the exotic and the erotic femmes. There's nothing much to do at night but to just linger in one of their coffee shops.
The former Queen City of the South, Iloilo has its own party district. The Smallville. There's a place of worship for the PLU as well. Aptly called Paraiso. But I haven't gone there. It's difficult to find.
Back in Cebu, there's much ado about the lingam massage. There used to be one along F. Ramos St. but it ceased operation after the city government banned anyone from operating such spa. It's not a great loss for PLU because there's no lingam masseur in town, only females.
These are just a few of the kinky places in the south. Others are waiting to be discovered.
I am a traveller. I will never cease to wander. I love the feeling that my slightly-chinky eyes go wide sometimes.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Otter
This is me.
I'm an otter. I may not be large enough to be a bear but I am hairy in most places. Partially stocky, en peu muscular, definitely wrapped with hair.
I always sport a stubble. I am clean-shaven for just a few hours. Then my beard would regrow and my face would sport a 5 o'clock shadow before sunset. I always have hair all over my body. I do not trim them. I like them just the way they are.
As an otter, I always make sure that I groom myself. I often run my hands on my chest and feel the patch between my areola. No, I do not comb them. That patch is connected to my hairy belly by a thick hairy line. I do not have a treasure trail. My abs are hiding beneath the layer of hair.
Needless to say that my legs are hirsute. I got hairy quads, hairy hamstrings. All the more reasons for my developed calves to hide. Some people have preference for hairy legs. Me included. I just like them hairs wrapped a man's pair of legs. I find it sexy in a way.
Fur is welcome. Fur is sexy. I am defined by my fur and by my decision to keep my body hairy. Whether or not people will like it, I don't care. N'importe quoi. But for those who fancy otters, here's a warm hairy hug. GRRRRHHH
I'm an otter. I may not be large enough to be a bear but I am hairy in most places. Partially stocky, en peu muscular, definitely wrapped with hair.
I always sport a stubble. I am clean-shaven for just a few hours. Then my beard would regrow and my face would sport a 5 o'clock shadow before sunset. I always have hair all over my body. I do not trim them. I like them just the way they are.
As an otter, I always make sure that I groom myself. I often run my hands on my chest and feel the patch between my areola. No, I do not comb them. That patch is connected to my hairy belly by a thick hairy line. I do not have a treasure trail. My abs are hiding beneath the layer of hair.
Needless to say that my legs are hirsute. I got hairy quads, hairy hamstrings. All the more reasons for my developed calves to hide. Some people have preference for hairy legs. Me included. I just like them hairs wrapped a man's pair of legs. I find it sexy in a way.
Fur is welcome. Fur is sexy. I am defined by my fur and by my decision to keep my body hairy. Whether or not people will like it, I don't care. N'importe quoi. But for those who fancy otters, here's a warm hairy hug. GRRRRHHH
Friday, October 15, 2010
Jogger
I jumped into the bandwagon. Jogging or running has recently become popular here in the city. It's so popular that almost every Sunday, one or two running events are staged. Most of the major streets are blocked to give way to thousands and thousands of runners.
I started joining fun runs last 2nd quarter. Getting myself to join my first ever run, I needed to overcome my insecurities and my self-doubt that I could finish the course. Although I've joined distance running back in highschool, I never got serious with it until just now. I used to be contented with just walking and walking around the blocks without end but it didn't give me much chance to sweat heavily. For sweat is relative to the heat generated by the body. The amount of heat given off is proportional to the calories burned.
Practice runs started on a treadmill. I got bored of spending too much time doing treadmills and walks for hours just to reach the target calories to be burned. I realized that running could burn me the calories at a faster time. It saves me some minutes which I could use to do other circuit exercises.
Endurance is one of the keys to running. Every aspiring jogger must develop the skill to sustain their running. I started with a 10-minute run on a treadmill. It was difficult at first to endure that amount of time on a treadmill but because I did it in successive days, my body learned to adjust to the activity. Having to do it everyday, I somehow gained the confidence that I could finish a certain distance.
My first run was last June 27. A 5km run which I did at a pace of over 6mins/km. Over the months, I had already joined 10 organized running events.
With constant practice, now I could do at least 60 minutes of continuous running. This translates into a minimum run of 10km. I did practice runs not only on a treadmill but also outside of the gym. Most of the times I did my runs around several blocks in an I.T. park in the city. I've tried running at the rubberized tracks of the city's sport complex and may soon be practicing there more often. My objective now is to carefully develop and increase my running time to 2 hrs so that I could already join the half marathon next year. It's a tall order for now, but I want to prove to my self that I could do it.
As for now, I am contented with the short courses. Gym bunnies and the eye candies usually join short distance runs. The marathon and the 21K runs are for the serious ones.
Since basically it's a START-to-FINISH thing, in the runs that I've joined, the distance between had validated my capacity and my determination to finish what I have started.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Gym Bunny
I'm not a full-fledged gym bunny. I do not have those ripped abs and well-defined muscles. My body does not resemble that of Arnold's or of Sylvester's. My body contains a lot of fats, cholesterol, salts, water and calories.
I must admit, my body looks better now than a few years back. It was only this year that I decided to go back to the gym. I just needed to shed off my insecurities, my self-pity, my distaste for my physical appearance.
I grew tired of being told that I gained weight. People could be cruel sometimes. In meet-ups and gatherings, people would normally say either "hoy, tumaba ka (hey, you've grown fat)" or "payat ka ngayon, may sakit ka ba? (you lost weight, are you sick?)."
I had been told often that I've grown bigger through the years. I couldn't help it. The nature of my work provides such opportunity for "growth" and it's difficult to control. There's just so many lunch meetings and business functions to attend to. Most of the people I meet like to eat buffet. I meet a lot of believers of Epicureanism.
I got an on-off relationship with work-outs. I started going to the gym when I was in my early 20s. Then I quit for a while and started playing badminton. When I got hired in my current job, the physical activities got scrapped. I got too busy with work. Plans to work out got shelved.
The wake-up call arrived when I couldn't take my mom's constant teasing anymore. She often joked about me having several lines on my bloated tummy. She would point to my chin and laugh at how it got pregnant and gave birth to another chin. At dinner time, she'd control my intake of rice and laughed at how I would react whenever she takes the rice platter away and out of my reach. She thought that it's funny. I thought it was hurtful.
I do not want to be laughed at for being obese. All because I don't look okay when I'm bloated. I don't want to be fat because I could not handle criticism very well. I fear that people would mock me for my physical appearance.
Gym and work out is my refuge. I got back to working out last February. I got the hang of it.
Now I spent most of my free time at the gym. I never missed out a week going to that gym inside the mall. I'd do cardio exercises and free weights alternately. I get too serious with my work-out. I would hit the gym for at least 2 hours, half of the time I devote to cardio exercise. Muscle pain is not new to me. I befriended it.
Motivation is fueled by my desire to look better. My objective is for a well-toned body. My goal is also to be fit, physically. Good Health is but an automatic reward. I have to endure rigid exercises and work-outs to achieve the body that I want.
The perks of working out in a fitness club? Hmmm. Well, eye candies abound. Gym bunnies are everywhere. Men checking out men. Locker room stories. Tales in the sauna. Shower scenes. Crazy thoughts and suppressed hard-ons. That's just enough motivation to become a gym bunny.
I must admit, my body looks better now than a few years back. It was only this year that I decided to go back to the gym. I just needed to shed off my insecurities, my self-pity, my distaste for my physical appearance.
I grew tired of being told that I gained weight. People could be cruel sometimes. In meet-ups and gatherings, people would normally say either "hoy, tumaba ka (hey, you've grown fat)" or "payat ka ngayon, may sakit ka ba? (you lost weight, are you sick?)."
I had been told often that I've grown bigger through the years. I couldn't help it. The nature of my work provides such opportunity for "growth" and it's difficult to control. There's just so many lunch meetings and business functions to attend to. Most of the people I meet like to eat buffet. I meet a lot of believers of Epicureanism.
I got an on-off relationship with work-outs. I started going to the gym when I was in my early 20s. Then I quit for a while and started playing badminton. When I got hired in my current job, the physical activities got scrapped. I got too busy with work. Plans to work out got shelved.
The wake-up call arrived when I couldn't take my mom's constant teasing anymore. She often joked about me having several lines on my bloated tummy. She would point to my chin and laugh at how it got pregnant and gave birth to another chin. At dinner time, she'd control my intake of rice and laughed at how I would react whenever she takes the rice platter away and out of my reach. She thought that it's funny. I thought it was hurtful.
I do not want to be laughed at for being obese. All because I don't look okay when I'm bloated. I don't want to be fat because I could not handle criticism very well. I fear that people would mock me for my physical appearance.
Gym and work out is my refuge. I got back to working out last February. I got the hang of it.
Now I spent most of my free time at the gym. I never missed out a week going to that gym inside the mall. I'd do cardio exercises and free weights alternately. I get too serious with my work-out. I would hit the gym for at least 2 hours, half of the time I devote to cardio exercise. Muscle pain is not new to me. I befriended it.
Motivation is fueled by my desire to look better. My objective is for a well-toned body. My goal is also to be fit, physically. Good Health is but an automatic reward. I have to endure rigid exercises and work-outs to achieve the body that I want.
The perks of working out in a fitness club? Hmmm. Well, eye candies abound. Gym bunnies are everywhere. Men checking out men. Locker room stories. Tales in the sauna. Shower scenes. Crazy thoughts and suppressed hard-ons. That's just enough motivation to become a gym bunny.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Can Carry A Tune
Time will reveal.
I never get tired of singing that particular El DeBarge song. What can I do to make you feel secure? You should be. I am not a very good singer. I could not sing very well. But I can carry a tune. But the tune couldn't carry me. Non-reversible. Not in equilibrium. How I wish I could sing so well.
It's part of my repertoire. Everytime an opportunity pops up for me to sing with the aid of that certain noypi innnovation which is the videoke, that song would always be covered. Remove all your doubts now. I am not really that talented. The chanteur in me would just like to have circuit exercises using my vocal chords.
Somewhere along my 32 years of existence, I had some unforgettable moments where I sing in front of people other than my family and relatives.
Oh just when and where would I see the fulfillment of my dreams?
I never get tired of singing that particular El DeBarge song. What can I do to make you feel secure? You should be. I am not a very good singer. I could not sing very well. But I can carry a tune. But the tune couldn't carry me. Non-reversible. Not in equilibrium. How I wish I could sing so well.
It's part of my repertoire. Everytime an opportunity pops up for me to sing with the aid of that certain noypi innnovation which is the videoke, that song would always be covered. Remove all your doubts now. I am not really that talented. The chanteur in me would just like to have circuit exercises using my vocal chords.
Somewhere along my 32 years of existence, I had some unforgettable moments where I sing in front of people other than my family and relatives.
- In grade school. As Prince Charming. *cough cough* Clad in white from the satin shirt down to the socks with a red cape and red lipstick on.
- A school production of Musicals which included songs from Oliver. "Where is Love?"
- High school choir singing Visayan carols in Parian (old district in Cebu).
- UP Singing Ambassadors. I almost made it to the UPSA but I stopped going to the vocal training due to a lot of considerations.
- On a riverboat in Loboc, Bohol during a company-organized conference.
- A Capella of a religious song sung with officemates for a company activity.
- Christmas party in Makati where I sang "All I Want" by Toad the Wet Sprocket.
- In a Boracay wedding.
Oh just when and where would I see the fulfillment of my dreams?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Capricorn
I am expected to be practical and prudent, ambitious and disciplined, patient and careful, humorous and reserved. But I could be pessimistic and fatalistic, miserly and grudging.
But I don't give them much thought.
Whatever the zodiac, whatever the astrological sign, or whatever creature in the dozen chinese signs you fall, your behaviour does not necessarily identify with the characteristics of those signs.
It's what you do and decide in your life that had shaped up your past and would mold you and your future.
Chances are what they are. Chances are the unknown, the unpredictable. These are events which we often use as excuses for things we could not explain. It's like saying "an act of GOD" or "it's destined to be" when we could not explain why things happen.
Yes, I am a Capricorn. A goat. And little do I know about this zodiac creature. As a Capricorn, what do I expect in life? The description and the characteristics could not even guarantee something definite or positive. These traits can also be manifested by people born in other signs.
I am not defined by this sign. I wont allow it. I am just defined by my decisions.
But I don't give them much thought.
Whatever the zodiac, whatever the astrological sign, or whatever creature in the dozen chinese signs you fall, your behaviour does not necessarily identify with the characteristics of those signs.
It's what you do and decide in your life that had shaped up your past and would mold you and your future.
Chances are what they are. Chances are the unknown, the unpredictable. These are events which we often use as excuses for things we could not explain. It's like saying "an act of GOD" or "it's destined to be" when we could not explain why things happen.
Yes, I am a Capricorn. A goat. And little do I know about this zodiac creature. As a Capricorn, what do I expect in life? The description and the characteristics could not even guarantee something definite or positive. These traits can also be manifested by people born in other signs.
I am not defined by this sign. I wont allow it. I am just defined by my decisions.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Célibataire
I have never been married. I am at this stage and phase in life where raising a family of my own is farthest from my mind. I have listened to a lot of stories of how difficult it is to get hitched, to have children and provide them with a comfortable life. I've listened to stories au contraire and felt sorry to those who could not even put their children's lives and their own together. It didn't even help to hear accounts of domestic violence and marital problems that eventually led to families being broken and torn.
I chose to be selfish. I needed to have the luxury of time, money, love and life all for my dear self. I should enjoy what I have worked hard for. I made sacrifices not because I want to share it with someone who wasn't even born. The sacrifices I made are entirely for my own personal gain. What I am currently doing and the things I did in the past are all for the sake of my self, for my existence, for my own.
And for the things I will be doing in the future, definitely, it would be for my own satisfaction. Je suis célibataire. I am single. Those who belonged to a certain faith or religion would think that I am single because I have never involved myself in any exchange of matrimonial vows. I am categorized as a single man, in the eyes of various churches. But I don't really care.
I fear commitment. I fear saying "I do" to someone in front of a lot of people. I do not want to promise anyone my undying love. Not inside a church. Not in front of people who do not approve of me and the kind of life I have. Not in a faith which is not completely fair and objective. And I do not want such kind of ceremony.
I simply hate responsibilities not of my own. End of.
I chose to be selfish. I needed to have the luxury of time, money, love and life all for my dear self. I should enjoy what I have worked hard for. I made sacrifices not because I want to share it with someone who wasn't even born. The sacrifices I made are entirely for my own personal gain. What I am currently doing and the things I did in the past are all for the sake of my self, for my existence, for my own.
And for the things I will be doing in the future, definitely, it would be for my own satisfaction. Je suis célibataire. I am single. Those who belonged to a certain faith or religion would think that I am single because I have never involved myself in any exchange of matrimonial vows. I am categorized as a single man, in the eyes of various churches. But I don't really care.
I fear commitment. I fear saying "I do" to someone in front of a lot of people. I do not want to promise anyone my undying love. Not inside a church. Not in front of people who do not approve of me and the kind of life I have. Not in a faith which is not completely fair and objective. And I do not want such kind of ceremony.
I simply hate responsibilities not of my own. End of.
Dix 10 Sampu
Celibataire
Capricorn
Can carry a tune
Gym Bunny
Jogger
Otter
Traveller
Bear-chaser
Selective Closet Case
In a relationship
Capricorn
Can carry a tune
Gym Bunny
Jogger
Otter
Traveller
Bear-chaser
Selective Closet Case
In a relationship
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Perfect 10
Start of something new.
A personal choice to detoxify from something.
A start of another journal.
A daybook about something I've been longing to write about.
Today's just perfect.
10.10.10
It's about time.
A personal choice to detoxify from something.
A start of another journal.
A daybook about something I've been longing to write about.
Today's just perfect.
10.10.10
It's about time.
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