Invictus

The "Conference Call" at work as the excuse to go out | Gate 2 - Market Market jeepney ride | Essensa, The Fort | The fair-looking stud waiting at the street corner | His curly hair which covers his face | His boyish looks despite being in his thirties | His lean bod accentuated by his black muscle shirt | The one-bedroom loft on the 25th floor | The 30-inch flat screen TV across his bed | The way he started the bed fight with a kiss | The words "tinitigasan ako pare" which urged me to see whats under his board shorts | The six point five snake in front of me | The way I gagged when I tried putting it all "in" | The tongue darting action while taking our clothes off | The Eeezee I bought at Watson's that evening | The minutes it took for "the beast" to fit inside | His slow thrusts followed by quick deep pumps | The way he asked me to come first | The ten minutes it took for me to reach an orgasm because I was too awed by his assaults | His kindness for not pulling it out until I was done with my self pleasure | The post coital make-out | shower with hot water | The chocolate he offered before leaving his loft | smoking break next to the swimming pool | His promise to text back should his place becomes free again.





It could have been the same as with others save for the fact we are friends.
But now that its all over
Why can't I feel anything at all?