Circling the Planet

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I decided to make a planetromeo account when I was still abroad. I was so bored that I wanted to meet someone from the area. But after days of scanning and looking through profiles, it seems that there was no one registered in my area. So I just decided to look for possible friends in the Philippines.

In looking through profiles and deciding who to send a message to, I've noticed the process how I do my selections. First, I'll search people within the city who is currently online and with profile picture. Then I'll choose. When I go about the profiles, I feel like I'm sort of a Goldilocks. I'll go,"too cute," "too hot," "too muscled,"too gorgeous," or "too great smile." In the end, I go for average joes and people that I think wouldn't be prejudicetic nor judgemental. 
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Bodyache (Part 3)

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Okay. As I've said, J.M. invited me over to his rented apartment. I didn't think much of it but I was so hoping that it will lead to us to hooking up. It was a Tuesday night when he texted me. He said that he was now all alone in his apartment which he shares with 2 of his colleagues. Ans so I packed everything that I was doing and I hurried along to his apartment. He met me on the street outside and led me to a series of alley to their pad.

When we went in his apartment, he gave me a seat. He was still in his working clothes so he just excused himself and changed. It was a humid night then so he didn't bother to put on a shirt. It was such a turn on. This is it, it's really happening!, I thought. My heart was pounding by this time.

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Japanese Bathhouse

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I have never been to a bath house in my life. My knowledge about bath houses all came from blogs - gay blogs.  I discovered in those blogs that in bathhouses in the Philippines, you should leave all your shyness at the door because everybody walks around naked with cock whipping and balls hanging. There is a wet area where you can find the baths, sauna, steam room and shower. They say that's where the action takes place. So in short, you go to bathhouses if your looking for some titillating escapade.

So that's what got me excited when I found out that I am going to go to a bathhouse here in Japan. Well aside from experiencing an authentic bathhouse for the first time, I would get to a see a sausage fest of sorts, have a relaxing massage, and hopefully experience some Japanese fun. I was darn nervous but excited.

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Bodyache (Part 2)

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As scheduled, J.M. (the guy from my previous blog - Departures) came back for his therapy. He was as adorable and charming as ever, not to mention smelling good too. I did the usual to him until we got to the manual part. As usual, I started with his upper back and shoulders. I asked him how the tape was. He said that it was okay. His pain, as he said, decreased a bit and he was able to work without thinking about it. I joked that he doesn't need to come to therapy anymore because he's feeling alright. He quickly, said that he still feels some pain on his shoulder and chest. I was laughing inside, because I found his reaction quite cute. It didn't matter if he was flirting or just malingering. I was just happy he still wanted to come back to therapy. I moved to his arm again as always. And as usual, all that we did was exchange smiles and glances while I do his arm. I would glance at him and he smiles back. He'll glance at me with his cute smile and I smile back then look away. Now thinking about it, I feel like a teenager then, caught without words in front of my crush. Writing about it now makes me blush and very giddy.

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Bodyache (Part 1)

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Yeah. It started with a body ache. J.M. was a patient of mine. (He's the guy from Departures.) He had an aching pain on his neck and shoulders which goes to his arm and elbow. I was his therapist so I'll be the one to oversee his treatment and recovery.


The first time I saw him consulting the doctor, I hoped he gets to be my patient. He stood a little shorter than me, fair-skinned, with a medium size body. He was always smiling and seemed to be outgoing. As if destined, his chart was handed to me and I became his permanent therapist.

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Symptoms

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Lately, I'm feeling some nagging discomfort in my throat. It has been three days since this started. And as it stay present in my body, the more I worry. What concerns me most is that it's more serious that I think. But since I'm on a vacation, I don't want my relative, any of my relatives to worry and overreact. I just want to finish my time here in vacation-land before I face what needs to be faced. So since I don't want to tell anyone, but want to share to someone, I'll just write it down here.

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Not Activated

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I have always thought that I have a keen sense of seeing homosexual tendencies from others. That is, I think I have an excellent gaydar. I could almost always tell if a person (note: person - guy or girl) is straight or not. It's wired through my keen sense of observation and instinct, and my vast database of experience (feeling expert). I guess, it was also rooted in my younger years when I was trying to find out who else is like me, like Professor X trying to look for other mutants.

But now, I noticed that my gaydar is not functioning as it used to. Before I could tell if a person I look (or stare) at is gay or not. I kinda figured out how my gaydar works. When I stare at a person, I'll try to observe what his reaction is. Would he stare back? Would it be long? Will he look back the second time? Will he stop and stare? Will he approach me? Will he use hand or body signals? Those things will be processed in my brain. Logic plus instinct equals gay or not.

But as I've said, it seemed to be losing its power. I can't tell if the Japanese or Americans or the hybrids I see or talk to are gay or not or have tendencies. That's sad. How can I explore the 'assets' of this foreign land if I can't tell who's game. It's too risky to just assume. Many here are army men, which is on one hand exciting but on the other, dangerous.

I think, just like my mobile phone service, I forgot to activate its roaming service. Gaydar is down until further notice. And like me, it's also in vacation.
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Where your heart is - Home

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I've been here in Japan for almost a week now and I started to dream about home. I dreamed about my home, my family, and my friends. Then I thought, is that my mind saying to me that I'm missing home? Am I not enjoying it here that my mind wants me to see home?

I pondered on a lot of explanations why the setting of my dreams is home. (1) Maybe I don't want to work abroad. Or maybe I want to work, but just for a little while, like 1-3 years. Working in a foreign land can provide a fairly higher amount of salary compared to what you'll get in the Philippines for the same amount of work. But for me, I'd rather choose to work in my homeland where my family and my friends are.

(2) Maybe I am just so used to doing what I wanted to do whenever I want to. There's a certain familiarity in your hometown that you can do pretty much anything not minding anyone else. You have full control of your actions and the situation. In a foreign land, there are a lot of barriers that one would have to face - communication barriers, transportation barriers, and financial barriers among others. Also logistics can be a problem.

Lastly, (3) Maybe because I am so fed up living in a relatives house that I want just for once to live in my own place, follow my own rules. You see, when you live in someone else's house, you can't help but oblige to their requests. After all, they are the ones who give you a roof over your head and food for sustenance. There's no choice but to obey, especially for Filipinos where 'pakikisama' is important.

Well, if ever I get the chance to work abroad, I want to do it in my own merit and live on my own. It may be convenient and even practical to start a new with relatives around. But how can I even start anew if I would still do the same thing I do back in my country, that is being a free-loader.
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Blame it on the alcohol (2)

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Now, blame it on Gilbey's Gin & Red Horse Beer. We were at the beach then. There were six of us - 2 girls and 4 boys. We decided to pitch some tents by the sea and drink the night away.

We were all set. We laid our picnic cloth and set-up our tents. We even brought with us sleeping bags in case we can't make it to our rest house. Chips were our pulutan. Our primary alcohol was gin and our chaser, beer. Sounds nasty? Yeah. It was.

In just about an hour of drinking, we were feeling the buzz. Normally, I don't get drunk easily. Normally, I will be the one last standing. But this was no normal times. It was me who got the worst night.

Feeling dizzy and tipsy. I invited my friends for a dip in the sea. I usually swim or take a bath whenever I wanted to regain control and rid of the buzz. But this time, it was not as effective as I expected.

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Sa base militar

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Dito ako ngayon nagbabakasyon malapit sa base ng hukbong sandatahan ng mga Amerikano. Saan man ako pumunta, maraming sundalo ang naroon - mga Kano, Hapon, at Pinoy. Kung saan-saan makikita ang mga sundalo dito - sa grocery, sa mall, sa kainan, sa park, at kung saan-saan pa. Syempre, kapa sinabi nating sundalo, aasahan nating makita na makikisig ang kanilang pangangatawan, malinis ang gupit, diretcho ang tindig at matitipuno. Oo, lahat ng yun ay sila, at karamihan sa kanila, lalo na yung mga nakababata ay gwapo pa.

Grabe. Sa isang banyagang bansa, ang hirap ng mamuhay sa loob ng 'closet' dahil hindi mo alam ang kultura nila. Hindi mo alam kung ang minsan mong pagsulyap ay nangangahulugan ng masama sa kanila. Pero masisisi mo ba ako kung mapatingin ako sa kanila ng matagal o kung mapalingon ako kapag dumaan sila? kasalanan nila yun, gwapo, matipuno, at ang pinakagusto ko ay yung uniporme. Shet! I love men in uniform!

Hindi ako makagalaw dito dahil wala akong pera at di ko alam kung paano makalibot. Gusto ko sana ng action. Kaso baka mapahamak naman ang mga nagpapunta sa akin dito kung pilitin kong maka-i-score ng isang sundalo. mahirap na. kaya ngayon, kailangan ko na lang matutunang mag-enjoy sa pagpapantasya ng mga sundalo.
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Postponed

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Pangalawang pagkikita namin ni guy from Round Trip. I am about to leave the country so he wanted to meet. Siyempre pumayag naman ako. Magkaroon man lang ng going-away present. Baka nga rin  last meet na namin that time.

Nagkita ulit kami sa mall. Nagdinner. Nag-usap. Tulad ulit nung dati, wala ulit plano. Basta magkita lang at makapag-usap, ok na. Noong dinner, out of the blue, nagtanong siya, 'gusto mo ba ako?' Nabigla ako pero sabi ko 'oo.' Sunod niyang tanong, 'gaano?' Anong gaano? Nasusukat ba kung gaano mo kagusto ang isang tao? Pero sinagot ko parin, 'sa ngayon, di ko masabi, kasi pangalawang kita palang natin.' Binalik ko sa kanya ang tanong na gusto mo ba ako. Ang sinabi niya, 'di pa ba halata?' 

Anyway, nauwi kami sa pagtulog sa bahay. And we spent a hot night together.


Mahirap talaga yung ganitong sitwasyon - yung may iiwanan ka. Mali ang oras ng aming pagtatagpo. Kung kailan lang kami nagkakakilanlan, tsaka naman kami paghihiwalayin. So no how would we know if we could ha hit it off. Sabi ko na lang sa kanya sa text, 'masaya ako sa nangyari sa atin, sayang lang at napostpone ang get to know stage natin. Babalik naman ako for Christmas. Sabi niya hihintayin na lang ako. 
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The One

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Yeay! Today I saw on my dashboard the most wonderful news... I have 1 follower! *crowd screams* Of course, I wanted to find out who it was so I clicked the link. Lo and behold... nothing. I don't know if it's my outdated browser or my problematic laptop. What is important is the fact that somehow a person thinks I do good here in blogging and that he took the time to click follow in his / her dashboard.

I do hope it increases to a hundred.
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Departures

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No, it's not about passing away or losing life, but rather, about moving on. These past weeks, alot of the people around me are going away. To different countries or different places here in the Philippines. Some went away temporarily. Some may take a long time to get back. There are those who found jobs,  and there are also those who just wanted to relax.

The person who I consider to be almost my boyfriend (we don't talk about our status 'coz we're just having fun) is going away to Mindanao for two months due to his work. I on the other hand will be flying in to a different country for a month. So tonight we spent our last night together.

There was an intense expression of passion from the both of us since we've seen each other for 3 weeks now. And now that we will part for a long time, I felt like I needed to give him a going away present. I decided to let him enter me from behind. I have never experienced such before but at the that moment, it seemed that it was the next thing to do. I felt like he did wanted to, I assured him that I wanted it too. But later he siad that he doesn't want to see me hurt. At that point I think I fell in love with him. He was so respectful of my feelings. He can be rough and soft at will. That's what I love about him. Well, aside from giving me the stiffest hard-on, of course. He's loving and adorable. Lagi kaming nanggigigil sa isa't isa.

So, now that we are both moving on, temporarily, I would the best time to rethink about our situation. Are we still going to live our lives by the day? Or we going to commit ourselves to each other? The most important question there is, am I ready to commit my life to a single person? It hard to think using two heads. You feel me?

So I hope the new climate and environment with rejuvinate my senses, recharge my energy, and reboot my perspective on all aspects of my life.
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Round Trip

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Madalas 'pag may tinititigan ako sa jeep at nakikipagtitigan din sa akin, wala namang nangyayari pagkatapos. Laging humihinto sa titig at kindat. Puro senyas, puro pakiramdaman. Pero kahapon iba ang nangyari.

Pagkababa namin ng jeep, matapos mangusap ang aming mga mata, nagkausap naman kami. Nagpakilala sa isa't isa at nagpalitan ng phone numbers.

Nang kinagabihan, napagkasunduan naming magkita. Napagpasyahan namin na pumunta sa Sta. Lucia Mall. Bago kami makarating sa mall, naisip niyang uminom na lang kami. Pero pagkadating namin sa inuman, puno na ito ng tao dahil Sabado nga pala noon. Kaya minungkahi niya na lumipat nalang kami sa Padi's point Marikina. Pumayag na lang ako dahil napapagod na rin akong palipat-lipat.

Sa may tabing-ilog ng Marikina, marami palang inuman dun. Namili kami ng isang lugar at umorder na ng isang bucket ng red horse at sisig. Kwentuhan, tawanan, at matinong usap. Nakakatuwa dahil parang matagal na kaming magkakilala noong nag-uusap kami. Mahilo-hilo, inimbita ko siya sa bahay sa Pasig para doon ituloy ang saya. ;)

Pagdating namin sa bahay, nakita naming bukas pa ang mga ilaw na nangangahulugang may gising pa. Nakakabitin yung pakiramdam. Andoon na nga, napurnada pa. Sa labas ng pintuan, naghalikan kami. Ang sarap, mainit, passionate. Pero bitin.

Inisip na lang namin tumambay sa village nila sa Cainta. Pero di kami doon natuloy. Bumalik kami sa pinanggalingan namin sa Marikina. Doon kami tumambay. Doon nag-usap ng matagal. Nagkwentuhan. Nagtawanan. Nakulitan. Nag-bonding. Para kaming magbarkada. Para kaming malapit na magkaibigan. Para kaming magkapatid. At dahil hindi siya pwede pang umuwi dahil wala siya susi sa bahay, nagtagal kami doon hanggang alas singko ng umaga.

Natuwa ako sa nangyari sa amin noong gabing iyon. Di tungkol sa sex. Di tungkol sa libog. Tungkol iyon sa matinong pag-uusap. Sa pagtuklas ng sarili at pagbahagi ito sa ibang tao.

Noon lang kami nagkakilala. Maaari din na iyon na ang huli naming pagkikita. Pero sa kaunting panahon na iyon parang naging mas makabuluhan pa ang pag-uusap namin kaysa sa iba ko pang kaibigan. Ngayon, naniniwala ako na minsa'y kailangan mo talagang makakausap ng isang estranghero upang magkaroon ka ng ibang pananaw sa buhay.
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Chances gone

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After feeling good this morning, I hoped I could make it more fun for the rest of the day. *wink*

One.

In the comfort room at EDSA Shrine. I know, I'm going to burn in hell. It was suppose to be just a normal call of nature. But when a guy came in and stared at me then my package, it became quite interesting. The exhiliration and excitement came in. We would have passed the "look" stage if not for an old guy who stood outside of the door waiting to use the toilet next. I stood outside thinking the guy I saw in the comfort room will follow. He did. We made small talk only to find out he was waiting for someone. So, I decided to abort the mission. Plus, it started to rain.

Two.

In the Robison's Galleria Moviehouse. Classic, right? The ones at the mezzaine of the moviehouse. Going in and out of the comfort room. Eyeballing some guys near my seat. Still resulted to nothing. Just some smiles and some nods. I just don't know the mechanics of that game. should I make the first move? Or should I just wait for someone to grab my dick? LOL.

Three.

Third one's the charm, right? Not really. In the locker room at Marikina Sports Complex. As I entered the locker room to change to my running attire, I immediately saw a guy eyeballing the place and everyone who was changing. He seemed to be finished with his workout and was about to hit the showers. While I was changing my clothes, I saw him slowly walk towards the shower cubicle. I sat down the bench to put on my shoes when I unconsciously looked at the direction of the shower rooms where the guy was bathing. The door seemed to be open. I wasn't sure. Then out of the door peeks the guy with just a towel on, staring at me with an inviting look. I just smiled at him. Then he went back in the cubicle not really bothering to close the door. I was already in my running gear, so I just passed. Plus there were people already coming in. So it would be strange for someone who just changed to go to the showers.

So, now at home with this tingling feeling in my loins. It's just one of those days that I wish I could go home to someone's arms and body. :)
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A Walk to Equanimity Spa

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I was just feeling really tired that day. There was all sort of stress that came my way that week - coming from deadlines from school and from the chaos in the family. All I want was just to have a relaxing massage since it has been a week since my last one. It was just fitting to reward myself with a good old rub down to ease tension from my body and my mind.

So that night, I decided that I would get a massage no matter what. The bus I rode from school dropped me off at Kamuning Road. I decided not to go to my suking massage place because the new attendants there were young and very much inexperienced, as far as massage technique is concerned. That night I wanted quality massage really worth paying money for.

In Kamuning, I remember passing-by a number of spa before. So I walked the street from EDSA to scout the area and look for a good massage place. The first spa that I passed-by had a black brand (which name I could not remember). It seemed nice but the feeling I had made me walk a little further. Next one I saw was Rustic Spa which really looked legit from outside. I made up my mind that if there are no other spa's after that, I go back here. As I walked further I saw a sign "equanimity spa." It seemed like it was a private place since the parking space was covered by a curtain. I thought that the spa may be high-end.

Since I was already tired from walking, I decided to try out the place. As I approached the door, I saw a man peeing on the plant box. He turned to me when he noticed my presence. I asked if they are open, he said that they were. He then finished himself off and lead me to the door. What I saw next really surprised me.

There were a bunch of men, hunky men lounging at the sofa, all topless. When they saw me, they all stood up and scoured to their room just across the hall. I heard them all call their manager, saying that there is a client. I just froze there, just standing, thinking if I should stay or run out the door. I wasn't prepared for this, I thought. As I stood there, the topless men scouted me, looking at me from head to toe. At that point, I felt somehow excited but still scared.

The manager welcomed me and asked me to take a seat while he calls in the available masseurs for me to meet. He closed the sliding door first and sat beside me. He gave out the cue for his guys to enter. One by one the masseurs introduced themselves. Honestly, I wasn't paying attention to their names nor to the hand shakes. I just froze again seeing their bodies all chiseled up and so delicious. Can I have all of them, I shouted in my mind. Then the manager (who is as toned as his guys) asked me who I picked. I just stared at him for about 10 seconds. I was really bad in remembering names. So I just told him, I pick the first guy I met, the only name I remember.

The masseur then led me up to my room. As I walked up the stairs, I noticed the other masseurs eyeballing me. I guess they are wondering if I would be a generous tip-giver or not. At the room, I was still anxious as before mainly because I don't want to get arrested in case there is a raid.

Stripped to just my boxers, I waited for my masseur to return. The door opened with my masseur just wearing a brief. Again, I froze looking at his washboard abs and toned lean muscle. It was my lucky day, I exclaimed in my mind. Never in reality can I hook up with hot guy like him. So he then asked me to lay on my stomach so we could start. I gave him permission to remove my boxers when he asked me to.

The massage was great. His strokes was strong and firm yet still gentle. I could just almost sleep there if not for his accidental or intentional nudge to my balls. That got me wide awake and excited. However, I guess the anxiety got to the best of me because I didn't get an erection despite his sensual passes to my perineum and balls. He then asked me to turn facing him. Still limp and soft, he continued his massage. He finished my arms first before going to my legs. I was really glad that he was a good masseur. When he was done, he asked me if we shall proceed to the extra service. Hesistant, I asked the price. He replied that the minimum is 1500Php. Reluctantly, since the money had was for some an important matter, I agreed to the price.

I just have to say that he was really good in caressing and romancing. His lips was soft and his body was really to die for. After sometime, I told him to just stop and relax for a while. My mind was not really psyched for the intense sexual encounter, I just after a good massage. So I just had him beside me hugging me. I guess my trip was just to have someone beside me, someone to talk to. Though I was boring client, he was still polite and continued to caress me. Until the end of the hour, we were just on each other's arms and talking.

I know I didn't get my money's worth (600Php for the massaage + 1500Php for the supposed ES), I know I wouldn't even gain a friend, but I was feeling generous that day. That's why I didn't regret any of it. It was the experience that I gained and the lessons that I learned that lingered until now.

I would like to go back there soon, hopefully all jacked up and armed ready for some action. Maybe I would force myself to remember names so I pick another hot guy.

So how's Equanimity experience?

Update (10/15/12): I passed through Kamias recently and found that Equanimity Spa has now been replaced by Homme Spa. I dunno if they're one and the same, or if the masseurs are the same.

Update (10/19/12): Oh, and the last time I remember, the masseur that attended to my needs transferred to Lucky Charm Spa, in Kamias.
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I can't help it

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I just had another massage from my suking massage clinic. The manager/owner greeted me as I went in. He told me that my usual masseurs was currently attending to a client so another masseur will be assigned to me. It was fine by me. When I saw the new masseur, he wasn't really 'new.' He already massaged me months ago before he left to go back to his province for a vacation.

I went inside the room, undressed, and lied on my stomach. Within minutes my massuer came in. He started with my back, then legs and arms. Sometime between the massage, he was falling asleep. I easily fall asleep whenever I get a massage or be able to relax. I am a very sleepy person. Anyway, I woke up when I heard a whisper saying to turn over. So I did. The massage continued. When he got to my thighs, I noticed that his hands and arms keep on brushing on my dick. I didn't mind it at first because I wasn't in the mood for that then. But when it became more frequent, I can help but get hard and of course be aroused. I honestly wanted just a massage but when junior stood in attention, it  was hard to resist.

So when the masseur told me that the massage wa over, I hesistated to give out an ok sign. Instead I just smiled at him and rubbed his back. I guess he may have understood it because he reached for my nipples and started rubbing them. Soon after, he reached down to my hard cock and began to pump it. With all the touching, rubbing, and brushing that happened earlier, it didn't take long for me to shoot. I came in ropes and ropes. When he finished, rather, when I finished, he wiped the cum off his hand and waved goodbye.

I felt really guilty then because I don't think he does that  very much often. Why? Because he doesn't give an excellent handjob. Yes, it was ok. But I had better. Plus what added to my guilt was the tip I gave him. Honestly, I'm kind of cheap. I just usually hand a masseur 100-bucks after a massage. But tonight, I handed my attendant 200-bucks. I know it's more than what I usually give out, but I think it's still not enough for what he did for me. What do you think?
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Fuck it hurts

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I was very excited when my ex-boyfriend requested to be my friend in Facebook. He even wrote me a private massage asking me how I am.

BACK STORY:

We met around March 2009 in a place where we both finished some college work. He was the first one I noticed from a number of college students in that place. I instantly felt something good inside me. Like it's telling me to go meet the guy. Of course, being in the closet and all, I can't just go to a guy, introduce myself and say I like him and ask him out.

So, what I did was hang around his crowd. I was very much enjoying his company. He was funny and witty. Not to mention, he's really cute when he smiles. So when our time in that place had to end, we exchanged numbers. I wasn't really of being with him or anything. I was just thinking of gaining a friend.

Days past, and we were regularly exchanging text messages. We would talk about random stuff, very platonic, very wholesome. We were very much comfortable with each other, like we  knew each other for a long time. There was an instance when I woke up from a bad dream, and he was the only one I thought of texting - not my family, not my high school friends, not even my coworkers then.

All that time, we were just talking through text messages. Finally, we decided to meet again in a coffee shop in Ortigas. Here he shared his true feelings for me and I to him. We were relieved that we felt the same way. By the way, he was straight then and was really surprised that he had feelings for me. I shared to him that I was gay but I have no plans of coming out just yet. Though we were in the same boat about our feelings, it wasn't until our second meeting that we became a couple.

Us becoming a couple was not as sweet as I thought it would be. I was really hesistant to commit to a relationship because I wasn't sure that I would be able to carry out the role of being a boyfriend, plus I was very much enjoying out current status of close friends. He said we could make it work. Until he convinced me that being a couple would be the best thing that happened to me.

He was right. We did have fun and hot times together. But our happiness was short-lived. In our third monthsary celebration, we had a misunderstanding that later led to us breaking up. I admit, I was the one who gave up. I gave up on the relationship, I gave up on us. He never contacted me ever again after that and removed me from his Facebook friends.

Months later, I was really missing him. But I had to suck it all up because I was the one who broke up with him. He was my first boyfriend and I was his.

Going back to the present time. Now you understand why I was very much excited when he requested to be added in my Facebook friends. I missed him a lot. Because he was first my friend before we became strangers again.

But right after adding him, my happiness and excitement turned into hurt and regret. Now he is in a relationship. He finally moved on. I don't know who the lucky bastard (or bitch) is. But I know he/she is really lucky.

It so damn hurts when you are the one getting dumped. Shit. Fuck. It hurts.
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Blame it on the alcohol

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Specifically, Mojito and The Bar. I knew that we were in for a great vacation experience at Subic. It was just a spontaneous invitation from a coworker and that added up to the excitement. I was looking forward for that event then because (1) it would be my only summer vacation, and (2) I'll spend it with close friends, not to mention the exciting itinerary the host had for us.

It was night time when we arrived. So after settling down, we went straight to our happy hours - drinking and magic sing. We are all looking forward to who gets to be wasted first. Since we are in a house we can just crash in at anytime. It was all laughter and noise when we already felt the buzz. I can still remember us having a question and answer portion since we were all intoxicated. As they say, in vino veritas - in wine there's truth.

I guess I first felt the effect of alcohol when I was already sitting by the corner and just wanting to sleep. I guess I was so drunk that I just want to lie down (or sit, at that time) and just let the time pass. Not long after, the rest of them decided to hit the hay. There two sofa bed placed together on the floor so that we can sleep together. I didn't want to sleep on the floor with them mainly because I know I was so drunk that I don't know what I could do to the persons beside me since I know what I could do when I'm drunk. Get it? Simply, I don't want any touching and groping to happen. I want my secret life to stay... secret. None of them knew what I really am. And none of them know that I have a thing for the two persons in the group. So I decided to sleep in the bed inside the room. They were all trying to convince me to go back to them but I pretended to be asleep so that I wouldn't move. Soon I did fell asleep.

Time after time I wake up just to check if I were still on the bed or I already fell down from my turning habit when I am sleeping. One time when I woke up, I already had company on bed. It was the 2 guys I have a thing for. I had a feeling that the two were romantically involved but until now it has not been confirmed. So there when I woke up I saw them. I was surprised naturally and quite frankly, excited too. But the alcohol in my system made me fall asleep again. I finally woke up when I felt someone holding my hand. I looked at him and his eyes were closed. He was still pretending to be asleep. But his hand was surely awake. He took my hand and placed it on top of his crotch. Blame it on the alcohol and my lust to start rubbing and squeezing his cock through his shorts. He wasn't satisfied so he led my hand inside his underwear. Finally I was able to touch his dick. It was already rock hard then. As I continue to squeeze and pump his hard-on, he was letting out this soft moans and his face expressed satisfaction. I would have continued until he his orgasm but I saw the persons outside began to wake up. So I stood up, removed my hand from his shorts, and walked outside pretending nothing happened.

We all lied down on the bed on the floor. Still with the buzz, we kind of wanted to sleep further. The guy I was groping on the bed lied beside me. He turned towards me and lied on his stomach. With great aim, his crotch landed on my hand. So what happened on the bed, continued on the floor. Nothing was really consummated that morning because the others started to really wake up. So that day until the vacation ended, the two of us pretended nothing happened.

Even after vacation, nothing happened between us. I texted him if he remembered anything that happened to us that night but claims he remembered nothing. So okay. I didn't bring the subject up anymore in our dealings. He is a good friend and I'd rather have him as a friend than a lover or a stranger.
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Stranger stop

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I just had a relaxing massage from my usual massage place in the neighborhood. Since it's cool this night and I haven't had any exercise this week, I decided to walk home. A just a few meters of walking, I stopped. I was pondering if I should ride a jeepney or continue to walk home. So while I was thinking, I saw a man in the same sidewalk I was standing in. He was looking at me. At first, I got scared. But later on, I realize what he wanted. And so, I went along with his staring game to confirm my thoughts.

After a few minutes of looking back and forth with the guy, he crossed the street and moved to a shaded area. He sat, stood, and touched his crotch a couple of times. That's the confirmation I was waiting for. To be honest, I haven't done this before. I haven't walked up to a stranger thinking about having sex. I noticed myself shaking as I drank the last drop of fruit drink I bought from the convenience store. And with all my might and courage, I approached the guy.

The guy wasn't handsome. He's just average looking with a bulge in his stomach which seemed to be beer belly accumulated throughout the years. Then we made small talk. Since none of us has an available place to go, he suggested for us to do it there by the corner of the shade. I strongly declined. I for one never dreamt of being arrested for lewd conduct or public scandal. But the hornier side of me gave in. I stood by the corner of the waiting shed as if I was peeing. Here comes the guy who sat near me. He reached for my rod, tugged it once or twice and put it in his mouth. He began to suck my it. The pleasure of being sucked, the adrenaline rush, and the risk of being caught all added up to the satisfaction of that lusty scene.

The stranger released my rod and motioned me to move to a small street. He took me to another corner and like before he instructed me to act like I was peeing in the corner. As I positioned myself in the corner, taking out my wood from my shorts, the guy sat down and aimed his head to it. As soon as he was in place he again took my rod and sucked it. It was so pleasurable that only within minutes I felt like reaching the summit. I told him that I was about to cum. But he didn't stop. So when I can't hold it much longer, I let out a slight moan along with the ooze of my hot man juice.

As soon as it was over, he stood up. We shook hands. And we went our separate ways. This was the first time I have ever been this bold. I think I wouldn't be doing it again for a long time... unless the guy is super hot.
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