Race Time

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Even before fun runs and marathons became a hit in this generation, our school had already been organizing races annually. One night, being part of the boyscout family, we were tasked to become marshals for the annual fun run. We were asked to stay overnight at school to prepare all the things needed for the race - water in plastics, straw markers, route markers, stage and other things.

If you're a regular reader of this blog, you'll have a good idea what went on during our overnight stay. So here it goes.

After all materials have been prepared and tasks for the race were already delegated, it was time to hit the sack. However at that time, we were not equipped with sleeping bags nor tents. So we settled with sleeping on top of disassembled pingpong tables on top of a dirty, muddy floor. There were around 7 or 8 of us squeezing in on two adjacent tables. I was next to a higher classman near the edge.

This upper classman is a jovial person. There's not a bad bone in his body. He's always game and he's always kidding around. That made me like him.

I had a hard time sleeping since it was a humid night without any electric fan plus we were packed like sardines on those tables. After sleeping for a short time, I woke up. I just stared through the dark court were we stayed with little light coming from outside. Suddenly, my curiosity kicked in. I had a lot of those when I was in puberty. Penis envy perhaps? Anyway, since I've had several encounters with one of my 'brothers' in the club since summer training, I was kind of bold enough to push with another one.

Upper classman was sound asleep. He was snoring with his mouth slightly opened. Actually, all the people inside the room were sleeping based on the loud snores they make. I mustered up all my courage and proceeded with my plan. I turned to my side and faced him. My left hand started to linger on his body. Inch by inch my fingers walked until they reached his crotch area. I was cautious as to not wake him up and planned a quick retreat if he did. Fortunately, he stayed asleep.

Feeling around his pants, I finally recognized his now growing member. Fudge! I exclaimed in my mind. Lean guys do have the largest dicks. His was just as big and just as thick as the one from one of my post. I started to squeeze and rub his dick through his pants. He was already in his camouflage uniform that night.

I wasn't really contented. I wanted to feel his hard on. I needed get my hands inside hi pants.

I knew I wouldn't be able to do it with my left hand so I turned and lied on my back. With my right hand I reached down into his pants. He wasn't wearing any belt and his underwear's garter was fairly loose that's why my hand was able to get in easily. Inside, my hand played with his tool. Hard, thick and long. I wanted to let the monster out but I got too scared. I wanted to jack it off but I might risk being caught by someone outside. All this happened with my eyes fully closed or slightly opened.

Time seemed to stop while I was playing with his member. I didn't care how long it took if he does ejaculate with my strokes. He was already precumming based on his tool's wet head. When I just can't resist it, I tried to unhook the button of his pants and unzip it too. However, upperclassman's hand stopped me from doing so. I froze.

I thought he'll be furious or make a scene. But slowly, he got my hand out from his pants and just tapped it twice as if saying, you naughty boy. I looked at him with the little light that shone outside. He was just smiling as if he approved what had happened. He placed my hand on top of my body and he turned to his side, away from me.

Everything was back to normal when all of us woke up the next morning. The race went on smoothly and nobody suspected a thing.

Upperclassman confronted me later about what happened. He told me he wasn't able to sleep properly since I was playing with his member. I just told him I wasn't able to resist. It was just too big to pass out. Though nothing followed after, we were still cool ever since.

At present, upperclassman is happily married. We still communicate every now and then since we share the love for the outdoors.
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Moms Know (Most of them)

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I remember a discussion in twitter about mom confronting her son as being gay. Most moms know it even before their sons tell them. Some even know that their sons are gay even before their sons know it. It's mothers' intuition. They say mothers are the first ones to know but last to confirm or confront their gay sons.

My mom is apparently not one of those moms.I guess she's one of the naive ones - those who can't keep with the times, those who were born yesterday.

How can I say this? Well there were a lot of times where I thought that my mom still believes that to be gay is to be cross-dressing, effeminate, or flamboyant.

One time she asked me if one of my cousins is gay. I'm not one who tells on a sister. So I just returned with a question, probing why she thought so. She told me that her sister (my cousin's mother) suspects that her son is gay. I don't know, I answered her. Siguro malambot lang talaga siya, I added. And I guess she believes  me.

Another time, there was a pair of guys inquiring about investing on real estate property. The moment I saw the two of them, I already knew they're gay. I also suspect that they were a couple. Apparently, they're each planning to invest on a lot before going back to Saudi to work as gym instructors. Mom's agent came to us telling the pair's story. He added that one of them was gay because of how he looked at him. When the agent went back to the pair, my mom turned to me and said, bakla daw?! paano naman niya nasabing bakla yun, e ang lalaki ng katawan nila. I just told mom that I also think so because one of them was eyeing me out.

And the last one came from a conversation I had with my sister. She told me that mom is excited for another grandchild but she's not expecting it to come from me. Seems like my mom doesn't see me as one who could bring a life into this world, not because she thinks I'm gay but because she thinks I don't have a lustful bone in my body. She thinks I'll die a virgin. She has no idea.

Most moms really do know things that go on with their children even before they could confess it to them. But out of love and respect, they just let their children be happy for who and what they are.

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Senses

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Have you ever experienced while walking by a restaurant, seeing its name or smelling their freshly cooked meals, you suddenly remember events that took place there? They say that our senses are closely associated with our memories and emotions due to their close proximity in our brains. It makes us call up powerful memories almost instantaneously with the aid of our senses.

Since I tend to be a by-stander inside malls, I can't help but recall certain events in my life whenever I see these establishments:

Friday's
Burgoo 
Trelli's
KFC
Bellini's
Pepper Lunch
Bon Chon
Sizzling Pepper Steak
Googel
Aveneto
Karate Kid
Starbucks 
Gong Cha
Cha Time 

Good or bad, memories are events that made a mark in our lives. It may hurt or calm us, crush or heal us. What's important is the lessons we've learned. Cherish the good ones and try to make good memories in place of the bad ones.

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Little John

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He stood there watching. Sobbing. Weak. Helpless. Little John, there in the corner, wishing that they would stop. The fighting. The shouting. Screaming. Cursing. Hitting. He couldn't take it. He just stood there watching.

He never liked conflicts - the shouting and screaming. As much as possible, he stayed away from them. He kept distance. In his nook, his corner. The only thing he knows to do was cry.

Now older, still little John dislikes conflicts especially coming from the family. How can something that's supposed to cradle love and affection possess so much anger and hostility, he thought. He wanted to run as far away as possible. He wanted to just disappear.
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