Kitsune was feeling tired and restless yesterday after his shift ended. Though his body demands a much needed rest, his mind, which was becoming more of a machine slaved to its commitments felt the need to feel human. His long presence in that sleazy website called G4M did not help either. Instead, his constant ogling at body pictures more superior than his had triggered his carnal instincts to seek what it badly needed. The whole morning, his eyes were exposed to the thing he craved to become. In the end, such exposure transformed him to this animal on the prowl again.
The dark heavy clouds have gathered high above Pasay when he arrived. There was a slight drizzle as he crossed the street going to the mansion. Like it was revealed in one of the blogs Kitsune had visited lately, the place was packed with old men on weekends - such sight he was never prepared to expect on a sleazy Sunday like yesterday.
"Parang gusto kong tawagin si lord," he texted to one of his friends as he undressed in the locker room.
"Bakit naman? Anong nangyari" his friend answered, puzzled at the cryptic message he sent.
"Puro daddies. Yung iba mukhang pwede ko pa maging lolo." Kitsune replied back, while looking at this very lean Chinoy with balding hair across the long bench.
"Diba yan naman ang gusto mo? Yung mas matanda sa iyo?" His friend replied. Kitsune would have told him that he was only aiming for someone slightly older than him, but he was already ready to roam. Even if he courted thoughts of backing out, there was no turning back. A sudden expedition to Epitome would prove too costly since he already paid P230 pesos just to get inside Club Bath.
Remembering the lessons his teacher Macoy accidentally taught him in one of their conversations, he stayed in one place looking for interesting guys roaming around like disquieted spirits in the maze-like corridor. Like his observation before, most of them are ahead of him by age. In his mid-twenties, Kitsune appeared to be the youngest present inside the club.
Despite the dying daylight desperately trying to pierce through the open cracks inside this dark abode, restless and lonely men seeking a brief respite in their daily toils continue to arrive and take part in the guiltless trip in the mansion. As for Kitsune, he was busy estimating his worth in front of the mirror, or with others who took notice of his relatively impressive figure.
"At least my tummy is flatter than theirs," his narcissistic ego speaks. "My chest is beginning to form, I should focus more on my diet so I would develop some cuts on my muscles."
His reasons for going would have clearly been to inflate his ego, except for the fact that he was open for confrontations. After all, he spent all his weekend admiring a physique in the website that would never be his. He was aiming for perfection with the wrong intention. But can anyone blame him? As far as Kitsune knows, he was trying to prove something which can never be proven at all.
In a place frequented by those ahead of him, he clearly had the edge in all aspects: He is young, masculine, and has a developing physique that can somehow rival even the buffest among those who were present. Twice or thrice he was openly complemented by admirers, which Kitsune simply ignored. Strangely, his advantage had given him an insight to his future as well. No matter his achievements are in the present, like everyone else, it would wither away like those who were left behind in the club. He is bound to capitulate to the sagging reality of old age in time.
The confrontation begins. The first one was extremely hung but wanted to be bottomed. Kitsune declined. After several rounds of make-outs and orals, he left the dark corner to wander elsewhere. The second one seeks intimacy but Kitsune was never prepared to give in. What turned him off actually was the feeling that the other guy lacks is the aggression and dominant attitude he was looking for in a sparring partner. Kitsune vanished in the dark, leaving the other person stranded in the corner where they once crossed paths.
This habit of abandonment made Kitsune realize that he was becoming like the guy who first abandoned him inside the Mansion.
He finally became an incarnate of Paolo the horndog.
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The dark heavy clouds have gathered high above Pasay when he arrived. There was a slight drizzle as he crossed the street going to the mansion. Like it was revealed in one of the blogs Kitsune had visited lately, the place was packed with old men on weekends - such sight he was never prepared to expect on a sleazy Sunday like yesterday.
"Parang gusto kong tawagin si lord," he texted to one of his friends as he undressed in the locker room.
"Bakit naman? Anong nangyari" his friend answered, puzzled at the cryptic message he sent.
"Puro daddies. Yung iba mukhang pwede ko pa maging lolo." Kitsune replied back, while looking at this very lean Chinoy with balding hair across the long bench.
"Diba yan naman ang gusto mo? Yung mas matanda sa iyo?" His friend replied. Kitsune would have told him that he was only aiming for someone slightly older than him, but he was already ready to roam. Even if he courted thoughts of backing out, there was no turning back. A sudden expedition to Epitome would prove too costly since he already paid P230 pesos just to get inside Club Bath.
Remembering the lessons his teacher Macoy accidentally taught him in one of their conversations, he stayed in one place looking for interesting guys roaming around like disquieted spirits in the maze-like corridor. Like his observation before, most of them are ahead of him by age. In his mid-twenties, Kitsune appeared to be the youngest present inside the club.
Despite the dying daylight desperately trying to pierce through the open cracks inside this dark abode, restless and lonely men seeking a brief respite in their daily toils continue to arrive and take part in the guiltless trip in the mansion. As for Kitsune, he was busy estimating his worth in front of the mirror, or with others who took notice of his relatively impressive figure.
"At least my tummy is flatter than theirs," his narcissistic ego speaks. "My chest is beginning to form, I should focus more on my diet so I would develop some cuts on my muscles."
His reasons for going would have clearly been to inflate his ego, except for the fact that he was open for confrontations. After all, he spent all his weekend admiring a physique in the website that would never be his. He was aiming for perfection with the wrong intention. But can anyone blame him? As far as Kitsune knows, he was trying to prove something which can never be proven at all.
In a place frequented by those ahead of him, he clearly had the edge in all aspects: He is young, masculine, and has a developing physique that can somehow rival even the buffest among those who were present. Twice or thrice he was openly complemented by admirers, which Kitsune simply ignored. Strangely, his advantage had given him an insight to his future as well. No matter his achievements are in the present, like everyone else, it would wither away like those who were left behind in the club. He is bound to capitulate to the sagging reality of old age in time.
The confrontation begins. The first one was extremely hung but wanted to be bottomed. Kitsune declined. After several rounds of make-outs and orals, he left the dark corner to wander elsewhere. The second one seeks intimacy but Kitsune was never prepared to give in. What turned him off actually was the feeling that the other guy lacks is the aggression and dominant attitude he was looking for in a sparring partner. Kitsune vanished in the dark, leaving the other person stranded in the corner where they once crossed paths.
This habit of abandonment made Kitsune realize that he was becoming like the guy who first abandoned him inside the Mansion.
He finally became an incarnate of Paolo the horndog.
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