Epitome (Final)

After my daring escape from the headhunter a.k.a. bald guy, I went back to the open-air lounge downstairs to bask in the faint glow doled out by the bar lights at the edge of the garden. The well-lit counter was still flocked by soft-spoken men resting between orgasms. They spoke of their most recent kills, while others lamented at how they were flatly rejected by the better-looking ones who cruised boys of the same league. What's so strange is that they just laughed about it. You can see in their eyes how the bath house had snatched their ability to feel. I suspected that rejection had just become too ordinary for them, that it doesn't gut their egos anymore.

I turned around to observe other men who were also chilling at the lounge. A guy in his late thirties puffed a cigarette at one corner, alone. His eyes were darkened by his deep thoughts. He never bothered to trade glances even if some passing cruiser eyed on him. On another table not far from where I stood, I saw the headhunter settling down on a bar stool. I cannot remember if he noticed me, for I started walking away from the moment I sensed his presence.

It was already past midnight and time was running short. Tucked inside the safety box on the other side of the bath house was my phone. I could picture several text messages and missed calls from home. Leaving would have been a good choice had I not thought of having a severe case of blue balls when I get home. But I was getting horny and the sight of well-built masculine men had just turned me on. I nipped past several guys swaggering towards different directions. I wanted to cruise like them, but I don't have the gall to strike anyone who doesn't see me as their potential target.

So I wandered further, until I found my feet at the viewing room.

Like I said in the previous post, the viewing room served a double purpose. Since it was well-lit, one can separate the gwapo from the cute ones around. Several guys were watching porn when I got there and one of them immediately caught my attention.

"This cannot be!" I said to myself. "He reminds me of someone familiar: someone who owns a pair of strikingly small eyes, narrow-bridged slender nose, and a dark skin that glowed from the blue screen's projection."

I tried to clear my eyes to make sure I wasn't deceived by my vision.

"OMG, he can pass as an older version of Akihiro Sato!" Blood gushed toward my midsection. "Kevs if he's only the older and flabbier version of the one uploaded on Misterhubs' Blog!"

I sat next to him hoping to get his attention. His chinky eyes were glued at the screen showing two guys romping each other. Those naked bystanders who caught his appeal were looking at us. I do not know what these vultures were thinking, but their fiery stares forced me to leave the spot to cruise elsewhere. When I returned to the viewing room a few minutes later, he was swinging a glass of alcohol. "Mister Sato must be drinking. Good." My next moves were already in place. On my third visit, he already left. My hopes were dashed by his sudden absence. "He must be making out with someone else right now."

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I was dead serious in getting a mate when I returned to the maze down below. Instead of evading eye stares when someone checked me out, I traded glances with the desire of probing the person sizing me. One of them was a skinny guy who resembled JayR, the local RnB singer. It was his strong jawline and youthful looks which caught my attention.

He was trading glances so I made my approach to check if he's worth the kill. He did squeeze my junior and that was it. Probably he was hesitating. Maybe he was waiting for a better catch so I backed off to focus my bird-hunting elsewhere. Suddenly, Mister Sato look-alike emerged out of nowhere and strided past next to me and toward the dark room far behind. He was chased by throngs of guys allured by his beastly appeal. They stopped a few steps away from me and believing that they had lost Mister Sato look-alike inside the maze, they began to disperse and walked their own different ways.

It turned out Mister Sato look-alike was just behind the curtains and was now showing off his birdie to me.

"Gotcha!" I pretended not to see what he's poking but I did grab it with my hands.

Things turned out so fast that the next thing I knew, I was being dragged in one corner together with a jock standing next to us. He pulled my head down, guiding it toward his massive.

He wanted me to suck his cock in front of other people.

Regaining my composure, I resisted the urges of going down on him especially when I felt other hands feeling my crotch. I was in no mood to do an exhibition, even if it was a god who invited me to perform. Disappointed, he backed off to make a dashing escape towards the steam room area. Following him, I thought he was still interested. It seemed however that he wasn't into the one-on-one thing that I wished he would.

He was swallowed by the darkness and I was left searching for a new mate.

Looking around, I suddenly saw JayR wandering near the stairs. He was still trading glances at me.

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The door was shut tight and he reached for the switch turning the green light on. Stripping down our towels, each others nakedness was now exposed to each other. Grabbing his boner made him moan softly. His smile urged me to show more aggression. I reached for his lips to consume it profusely. He fought back by biting my upper lip. I responded by tightening my grip on his stiffy. Now he's game. His eyes were challenging me.

I turned my attention to his chest - his nipples. Rolling my tongue over its crown made him pull his body against mine. He raised me up to reach for my lips again. He enjoyed what I did. Never leaving behind what I started, I planted kisses on his tummy, then to his navel and then at the base of his crotch. I'm not giving in yet. To my surprise, it was he who knelt down to deliver the message. Opening his mouth wide, he gobbled mine with one gulp. His tongue rolled and twisted while my cannon was inside his mouth. It felt so good, I traded places and started working my lips on his gun. I took great care not to pull the trigger or it might explode prematurely.

He began pumping. Gently at first, but when he pushed himself deeper, I stopped to reach for his lips again. It was a make-out of freedom. Finally I am getting my reaffirmation. If lips could be crumpled, his, would have been crushed by mine. Now it's our hands working on each others missiles. I knew the time was near, but I wish we could let go together.

"Bro sabihin mo sa akin kung malapit ka na." I whispered to his ears

"Siiigggeee..." Was his simple reply.

He exploded his thick gooey stuff ahead of me. His lips were on mine as he moaned loudly while giving his ecstatic release. I soon followed, spitting my seeds that could have been wasted on less worthy ones. Panting, I reached for his upper body to deliver my gratitude.

"Salamat, you will be my first and my last for tonight." I hugged him tight unknowing if he believed my words or not.

We cleaned ourselves together and dressed at the locker room together. We left Epitome and strolled around Malate just to get to know each other. Enjoying each others stories, I invited him to stay over at my place.

I surrendered to the night with my lips on his back and my arm around his shoulders.















Last night, JayR was back in my place, watching Ultraman re-runs on my computer.

A New Hope

BED, Malate 2 AM

"My friend likes you." A guy wearing a body-fitting white polo approached my "new" friend. New friend was a good dancer. I first caught his attention while he was arching his slim body on the ledge earlier. He was fair-looking, skin head, and slightly older than me. Our introductions were pleasant and certainty had foretold that we would become exclusive dance couple for the night.

"I'm with someone. Sorry."

I saw him pointing his finger at me, while I, was having a friendly banter with another blogger friend whom I just met for the first time last night. The guy in white polo walked a few steps backward, embarrassed, and apologizing for his upfront behavior. I didn't see who my rival was.

Apparently he was buffer and better-looking than me.

Fate did the rest.

To cut the story short. I was invited to stay at his apartment. I was introduced to his housemates, who eagerly welcomed my arrival. The premature attachment was sealed soon after by a consummate intimacy in his room. I left his place like I was already part of his family.

Effective at 9 am today. I am formally declaring a cessation of hostilities against me, and against those who wishes to cross my line. The G4M account, which survived a week will be permanently deleted and I am officially attaching myself to him, who might become the third. The painful process of trusting again and getting to know a new person has begun. I hope that he is the one I've been waiting and praying after enduring a roller-coaster ride of singlehood for six months

This time, I will give love a chance and let it bear fruits like what I foresaw in all those precious moments our hands held one another.

Atmospheric Reentry

To get the attention of someone
considered to be the shining jewel
of the club is the ultimate
ego trip you could have.




Until you realize that
everything becomes worthless
when this someone actually gets you.

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I could have turned my gaze elsewhere and leave you basking in your five minutes of fame. The skinny long-haired lady next to us is already responding to my provocations long before you came to the ledge. However, my inner nature told me to stay. I cannot deny that I longed for you just like you secretly longed for me. With no words able to describe our feelings, I understood that despite your outer toughness, you sought someone who could match your ruggedness. Others will have their turns touching your body, but I am the only one capable of feeling your soul. As you leaned on my arms while trying to bend your body, I knew that you sought someone who can make you feel secured right at your most vulnerable moment.

Discreet
June 29, 2008

Exercise Of Vital Powers

Dodong suggested after paying him a visit at his new pad last week that instead of focusing my attention to a single person, I should take advantage of my single hood and explore different worlds by meeting and dating as much guys as possible. His thoughts fumbled me. Knowing that in all matters of attachment, I try to have a one-track mind to avoid confusing my heart and avoid hurting other people in the process. Perhaps this is the reason why I raised walls and avoided exposure to places that would keep me distracted. I always believed that having a clear line of sight when it comes to romantic engagements would make the transition easier. However, realizing how much I lost by depriving myself of the opportunities to enjoy my freedom, I began taking steps to claim everything that could possibly be mine.

Days have passed and Centurion's successful GEB/Reunion is still the talk of his circle. Feedback was provided by Tagay, and from our intermittent conversations yesterday, he gave an impression that he was quite "fond" of the new recruits for he found them quite "interesting" and "cool" to hang out with.

Tagay's recollection of events and details were enough to make me very curious. I know that I could not easily barge into Centurion's G4M Thread since I am still bound by a pact with Odin. On the other hand, doing nothing except to send feelers to Centurion of my existence would not help boost my presence in the group. Somehow I was worried that when the next Inuman GEB comes, I might end up being out of place in the table.

Therefore, I had to make some provisions to the pact. With Odin's permission which he gave this afternoon, I was able to access Guys4Men using Pinuno's secondary account.

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Guys4Men will never be Guys4Men if the website never exudes a sense of promiscuity, karir and SEB. Odin only allowed for a maximum of 15 minutes to access the website. He bought my reasons and as a token of my gratitude, I was willing to share the password should he decide to check the website for himself. He declined my offer stating that he had no use for it. As for me, the purpose was clear and the moment I found myself in the sex and intimacy forum, I sought the most discreet thread that I could find there.

Pinuno's thread still has the trappings of his old nooks. Only members who have no "face-pics" were acknowledged by the members. Effeminates were usually discouraged to join for most of them never really sought friendship. Aside from not being able to relate to the majority, experience tells that their goal was to flirt around or harass the thread for being biased against them until they get blocked by the founder. In Centurion's circle, emphasis is given to masculinity and discreetness. The more koboy you are, the faster you get to be absorbed by the group. It is this one-sided policy that made his thread notorious in the forum. What is ironic is that despite being a thread for masculines and closeted guys, we had the respect of many effeminates in the forum.

For we were never bashers despite our preference for our own exclusivity.

New profiles abound when I arrived at Centurion's thread. Some of them were already preceded by impressions from my earlier conversations with the core members. However, for the most part of my stay, I was an outsider. If not for Darwin and Pinuno's acknowledgment of my presence, the new recruits would never learn that I am the fifth core member within their "Kuyas'" inner circle.

My time is short and my allegiances in G4M remain far and wide. One of the threads that I paid a visit was the Eclipse Thread in the Sports and Fitness Forum. The three dedicated posters lead by Juan8 still faithfully keeps the thread running and continues to recruit new members they can introduce to our gym. Unfortunately, no one was online when I came so I left a post to let them know that I'm still around. In the Arts and Literature Forum, the Blog Thread where I met some members of the Alliance still looks after their little nook. New bloggers were still posting their links there. When they expand their connections in blogspace a few months from now, there is no doubt that they would stumble on this blog too.

Going back to Centurion's stronghold, I was introduced to some of the new recruits who guard the thread day and night. Mike2639 and silentboi19 are one of them. They ensure that the thread never gets buried under countless other threads ranging from seeking SEB invitations or discussions on kinky subjects such as "cum drinking" and "double penetration." Tagay was right, the new batch were an interesting mix and I look forward to meeting some of them in the near future. My brief presence reminded me of DN and his elite guard of Anime worshipers who used to look after the "Bahay" while I preoccupied myself making silly remarks on other threads or searching for hook-ups whenever I get horny.

These are the things I miss about G4M. Had I put more thrust on friendship rather than whoring myself around, I wouldn't mind going back after the pact with Odin expires this summer. However, remembering how turbulent and depressing those times were, I think it would be best to keep myself as far away as possible and depend on Pinuno and Darwin for news about home.

I logged out after staying for one hour in G4M. It was 45 minutes late from the agreed time of exposure which Odin only allowed. In my stay there, I received two SEB invitations from horny guys (using Centurion's account) which I ignored and screened a new member who is now the newest member of our circle.

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Mugenblue-Odinhood Pact
Provision 001:

So let it be known, that today, December 29, 2008. Mugen will access the website Guys4Men using Centurion's second account. It is to personally welcome Pinuno's new recruits to the group in hopes that my presence in their drinking events would give a sense of familiarity to the new members when they meet the last of the core.

Odin was notified of this decision and, with hesitation, had given his permission to access the site for 15 minutes.

Centurion was requested to change his password when the time of exposure is over. This is to avoid further breach of agreement if Mugen would insist for a prolonged presence in that website.

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December 30, 4:00 AM
I should have stayed overnight in a convent
This is indeed an exercise of vital powers.

Somewhere Over The Bend

Funny how easy it is to succumb to temptation when one is restless and have nothing else to do. When the need for intimacy arises, not even the disability of not having an online profile would stop a person from desiring what he really seeks.

I was about to log off from my station after publishing a blog entry last night when the thought of checking my favorite chatroom in MIRc came to mind. Nothing has changed in #Salsalan. The old folks might have left, but in their place came a younger generation who were more aggressive and direct in their hook-up practices. It wasn't my intention to join the feast knowing that I deleted my profile in G4M and having no face-pic or body-pic during private conversations will be my greatest disadvantage

So I resolved to observe the age-old posting of ridiculous hook-up advertisements in the chat room.

Suddenly, a familiar chat name posted an advertisement in the main room. He offered massage services and included in his ad was a picture profile, which I immediately recognized as someone I stalked for years. He was my trip and even if I could avail his services early on, it felt like his superiority in appeal would only bring down my confidence. I resolved to create a good impression if I decide to openly seek his expertise and that's what I did for two years. Without his thoughts occasionally peeking inside my head, I will never succeed in my own gym efforts.

So there, his nude and sexy photos filled my computer screen. There's nothing really special about him. He wasn't tall or had a muscular body. He wasn't even good-looking to the standards of many. What caught my attention was his animalistic appeal and his familiar resemblance to a high school friend, who was also my gimik companion until we both met our girlfriends in college.

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Our transaction did not go well during the first few exchanges of private messages over chat. Maybe he was busy selling himself to other potential clients who were more serious in seeking his services. When asked how much does he charge for a massage, he answered P800. His price was totally beyond my budget, so I sought to ask him to lower his fee. He insisted on his price so I had to think twice whether to get it or not. In between the thoughts of backing out and accepting his bid, there was one thing that kept me reconsidering my decision.

I've gone so far to let this opportunity slip and I may never get the chance to fulfill this goal in the future.

So I waited for a better opportunity to come. I stayed in the chat room until I sensed that his other clients stayed undecided. I can't remember how I was able to open a small talk but my second attempt proved so successful, I was able to lower his price without showing any personal identities before reconsidering his fee.

"Kailangan ko lang talaga ng masahe pare eh. Sakit ng balikat ko kakabuhat ng bar sa gym."

"Talaga? Wow. Stats mo nga po?"

"5'9, semikal, moreno, muscular. Ayos ba?"

"Ayos nga."

"So ano, papamasahe ka pa po ba?"

"Ibaba mo yung presyo mo. Hindi ako makaka-gimik sa Malate pag pinilit mo yung P800 mo."

"Hmmm..." At the back of his mind, probably he was thinking that he will perform his services to someone who's probably as equally marketable as he is. It would still be a win-win situation for him.

"Sige 500 na lang basta walang extra ha?"

"Ayos lang sa akin. Masahe lang hanap ko pare." Had he known my true intentions, he would be extremely flattered if I told him that I longed him for years.

The transaction was immediately done and we met 20 minutes after I left the computer shop in San Andres Bukid. We proceeded to his place in one of the flats along South Superhighway. When we entered the room, I immediately noticed that it was barely furnished. The mattress was spread on the floor and the toiletries were scattered around the sink. He used a Bagua for a mirror and his clothes - clean and dirty hanged on any surface that can support its weight. From the looks of it, he needed a house cleaner and when I was asked to lie face down on his mattress, his pillow reeked of dried sweat.

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He began his massage by rubbing and stretching the toes of my feet. I do not know what lotion he used, but the whiff of its aroma were more fragrant than the ones used in the massage parlors I checked before. I think he used a lavender oil mixed with alcohol. Between rubbing, squeezing and stretching my legs, we talked about his life. He said he got sponsors to keep him afloat. They gave him allowance for his daily needs and supported him in school. I noticed that there was an extra mattress lying next to his bed and he explained that he shared his apartment with a long-time roommate who goes to his family to spend the weekends.

I wonder if his roommate was a masseur too.

We continued our conversation as his hands made its way toward my hips. I told him that my salary was comparatively smaller than other outsourcing workers and I still live with my family to help them run the house.

"Hindi ako naniniwala sayo. Paano ka makakagimik kung maliit lang ang kinikita mo tapos may sinusuportahan ka pa na pamilya?"

"Matipid naman ako eh tsaka..." I sensed that he was making up stories so I had to make one myself. Strangely, no matter how twisted our facts were, our conversation lead to a much closer relationship that would reward me handsomely long after the massage was over.

Going back to his sponsors, he told me how support from them come and go. It was like he was exploiting these old men because he had the necessary assets to do so. At the end of his piece however, he made a gloomy afterthought that made me think of my place in the scheme of things as well.

"Alam mo kasi, hanggang bata ka pa, marami kang makukuhang sustento sa kanila. Pero magsasawa rin sila... Makakahanap sila ng mas bata sa iyo at kakailanganin mo rin tumayo sa sarili mong mga paa."

There was a sudden silence after he said these words, while his hands moved unopposed toward my arms. At the back of my head, I wondered if it is my destiny to become a sponsor to a younger guy when I grow old too.

"So paanong plano mo?" I asked.

"Tatapusin ko yung course ko sa nursing, tapos bahala na."

His service went on for another half hour. He twisted my limbs, bent my arms and I groaned from the pain whenever he stretched a joint that held my battered muscles together. His hands were good, but his hard methods left me agonizing from pain instead of getting relief from his Shiatsu massage.

As he was reaching for my chest, I looked at his chinito eyes. His gaze were steely and cold-blooded and no matter how he smiled, it felt like his heart was already drowned from cynicism that it could not distinguish a real kindness from a self-serving one. His lean body was drenched in sweat which turned me on a little, and if not for the agreement of staying professional in the course of his service, I would have asked to take off his undies too.

"Ayan tapos na tayo, paano yung extra naman." He said grinning while taking off his undies and exposing his already growing manhood to me.

"Teka diba 500 lang yung pinag-usapan natin?" I protested while he began fondling my chest.

"Madali naman akong kausap eh... okay na yun." Aha! Now I understand why he asked me earlier if I was a top or a bottom and why he made a significant focus on the crevasse of my butt while he massaged that part of my body.

And thus, the attack on the Jomanian homeworld had commenced.

It began with brief and boring foreplay which I tried to prolong by responding favorably to his advances. He groaned whenever I returned the favor by licking his chest or biting his arms, or nibbling his groins. At this point, any pleas for peace would fall into deaf ears for I had already resolved to free my demon armies, and bring down pleasure to the waiting aggressor.

After the foreplay, he stood up and began assaulting my throat. His was so big, it gave me a hard time conquering his power base. He responded to my good graces by trying to suck mine as well. He was a lousy one I tell you, but his efforts were well appreciated. I already got more from what I bargained but it seemed like my power base would get a nuclear strike before the deed was finally over.

"Ei, hindi ko kaya yan pare." He placed himself between my legs while placing a rubber around his missile.

"Kaya mo to. Ikaw pa!" I felt his head enter the tunnel of hell.

"Fuck ang sakit pare, labas mo ulit."

"Ahhh... dahan dahan. Talo ako sa laki mo eh." This time I was strongly protesting, but it seemed like he heard nothing.

When all of it was already inside, he began to move slowly. The grind was excruciating, but the challenge of being torpedoed by something far bigger than the ones I've faced before proved too exciting not to enjoy.

"Labas mo ulit pare, para swak sa susunod na bira mo."

"Ahhhh..."

"Ummmmmm..."

"Tangina dude ang sarap!" His pounding had increasingly become faster, I had to put my arm around his neck to feel him getting deeper into me.

Then I remembered my own style when I get to become the driller. Instead of getting my partner to lie down and pump him with a certain degree of power only gym goers could achieve, I let the receiver sit on mine so that its entirety will fit inside his happy hole.

Such performance happen rarely, but in every moment I get to be the impaler, my impalement is always missed.

"Malapit ka na pare?" I asked the pounder.

"Hindi pa, ikaw lang ang lalabasan ha" Darn, I want us to come together. But who am I to set the ground rules of our bed-war?

For all the times I thought I had become a top, in the face of a more aggressive opponent, I always switch back to the role of being the fuckee. Sometimes, I wonder if being tops and bottoms have something to do with personality. I hope that someday, someone will make a study about this strange phenomenon on sexual roles.

"Malapit na ako dude..." The moment he heard my announcement, his pounding had increased exponentially, something inside me was being filled with air pockets.

"Sige pa, kaya mo pa hah!" I was trying so hard to prolong my climax hoping that the delay would force him to cum as well. However, the non-stop pounding only made me suffer more.

"Ahhhhh..." The surge of pressure made it increasingly harder for me to breathe.

"Tangina.... Heto naaaaah."

With one detonation, it was me who had a nuclear explosion. The rain of white sticky debris was so spectacular, it covered not only the rolling plains of my tummy but also the stiff hills of my chest. He stopped his attacks the moment he felt my breathing became normal. Had he pursued his anal assaults after I surrendered my planet, it will leave me bleeding to death.

The cleaning up and dressing was over in 15 minutes. I revealed that he had another client and that's why he needed to rush things with me. As we descent the steps leading to the main road, I decided to stick with him up until we separate ways in Taft. But he had other plans that night. Instead of proceeding to his next client, he decided to eat his dinner first while I patiently waited for him in one corner.

"Nag-enjoy ka ba sa masahe ko?" He asked.

"Oo naman sobra."

"Sure ka ha, hindi lang yung isa ang nagustuhan mo."

"Peksman." It was a win-win strategy for me too. Had I not get the extra service, I will still be able to flirt freely inside the club.

We talked more about our interest while the jeep speeds toward Taft. I thought that he would still pursue his next client but at the last minute decided to stick with me and with my plans of having a night-out.

At half past midnight, his tour of duty as the masseur was over, while my responsibilities as his companion for the night had just began.

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-tobecontinued-

Santo

"Kung ganyan ay diretso ka kaagad sa banyo. Yung tipong walang masyadong dumadayo. Sabi sayo, hindi ko sinasanto ang mga bathrooms dito sa amen. Hehe."

- a reply to Binxtdor's post, Ang Sarap ng Precum, pinoyexchange.com

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Alas-sais ng hapon ngayong gabi. Nagising ako matapos ang pasimpleng pag-idlip na inabot rin ng mahigit isang oras. Bagot at wala pa ring ginagawa sa trabaho, dumiretso ako sa banyo upang umihi at manalamin.

Habang pinagmamasdan ang sarili, isang maharot na ideya ang sumagi sa aking kukote.

Dali-dali kong ni-lock ang pinto sabay takbo sa pinakadulong cubicle. Gamit ang mga gasgas na sex scenes na ginawa ko noong ako'y palaban pa, hinayaan kong tumagas na parang pre-cum ang kalibugan sa tulong ng aking mayamang imahinasyon.

Nakatayo sa harap ng toilet, sinimulan kong himasin si Junior. Hindi pa natatapos ang isang minuto'y tanggal na ang aking sinturon at nakababa na ang butones ng aking pantalon.

Pigil kamay kong binayo si Putotoy.

Taas...

Baba...

Ahhhhh..

Matigas, namumula, lumalaki, humahaba, naglalaway. Heto ang tugon ng aking alaga habang patuloy at pabilis ng pabilis ang salsal ko rito.

Kay sarap sanang ginagawa ito ng may kasama.

Sa utak, pilit kong inaalala ang lahat ng mga pinagagagawa ko noon. Sa tropa kong masahista sa Extreme, sa bathhouse sa Pasay, sa mga nagparaos sa akin na namit ko sa internet noon. Pilit kong binabalik-tanaw yung mga porn moments na ngayo'y hindi ko na magawa-gawa; Yung mga malalaki't matataba na naging matinding hamon sa akin noon. Yung mga hayup na nagpadugo sa aking...

... labi

Shit... Malapit na.

Heto na..

Tangina...

Plok. Plok. Plok. Tatlong putok ng Mount Pinatubo.

Timing na timing na habang ako ay nilalabasan ay biglang bumukas ang pinto.

Yung car agent sa katabing opisina namin. May susi pala siya ng banyo.

"Sino yung mga kasama mo sa Quattro noon?" Pangisi niyang tanong sa akin.

"Ah mga barkada ko. Tambay ka rin pala doon." Sagot ko habang pina-flush ang toilet sa paraang pag-apak sa plunger nito.

"Oo. Noong minsang nag-inuman kami dun, may nag-away sa malayong table. Lahat ng customers na naipit sa loob, pinauwi. Libre lahat ng ininom at kinain."

"Astig!!"

Umaasa akong hindi niya nahuli ang aking kalokohan. Jahe kasi kung nagkataon. Subalit, sa tanda niyang iyon ay naiintindihan niya na may pangangailangan na kailangang tugunan ni Kelly Kamay.

Sorry na lang sa dudumi't uupo sa inidoro.

Habang siya naman ay dyumidyinggel sa katapat na urinal, pasimple akong naglakad patungo sa faucet upang maghugas ng nanlalagkit na kanang kamay.

That was fucking close!

At gaya ng mga near misses na nangyari sa akin noon, lumabas ako ng banyo na parang walang nangyari.

"Tamang tama, tatambay ulit ako sa Quattro't ti-tyempo ng away dun para makalibre." Huli kong tagubilin sa aking kasama.

Bumalik ako sa cubicle na malinis ang kamay,

at tanggal ang kati sa katawan.

Coloring Book

Pero ang pinakamakulay sa lahat ng color sa color wheel ng buhay ay yung sinabi ni Carrie sa Sex And The City movie.
Masaya ang 'color' na yun.
For me, I like it Red Hot. Tulad ng nangyari kagabi. Masaya akong nakipag-coloring. Hihi

- Mel Beckham

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Inaya akong muli ng aking kaibigan na kulayan ang kanyang coloring book. Kung noong unang beses ay nagdalawang isip pa ako't nagsisi sa kinalabasan ng aking pagkukulay, ngayo'y ang pangungulila ng kamay ang siyang nagdala sa akin sa kanyang bahay. Hawak ang pulang Crayola, sinimulan kong padaudusin ang patusok na dulo nito sa imahe na gustong pakulayan ng aking kaibigan. Sa sobrang diin ng aking pagkiskis sa coloring book, ang matingkad na pula ng aking pangkulay ay bumabakat pati sa kabilang pahina kung saan ibang imahe naman ang makikita.

Ang imahe na kinukulayan ko ay larawan ng isang malaking bubuyog. Walang bulaklak ang kasama sa imahe at tanging ang bubuyog lamang ang makikita sa pahina. Malamig ang paligid at tanging ang liwanag lang mula sa lampshade ang gumagabay sa aking kamay habang ako ay nagkukulay. Ang kaibigan ko naman ay panay ang pakikiramdam kung lalagpas muli sa guhit ng larawan ang tip ng aking Crayola.

At lumagpas muli ito gaya ng dati at pinagtawanan na lang namin ang aking pagkakamali.

Tumagal ang pagkukulay ng mahigit isang oras. Sa tagal na ito'y hindi kami nagkaroon ng pagkakataon magkwentuhan at pati na rin ang magbalitaan sa aming mga buhay. Ang mahalaga'y makulayan ang larawan, at pagkatapos nito'y maari na akong bumalik upang ipagpatuloy ang aking kinahiligan sa pagsusulat.

Ngunit sa hindi ko maipaliwanag na dahilan.

Ang matingkad na pula ay unti-unting nagiging kulay maroon at pagkatapos naman ay kulay brown habang ito ay tumatagal sa papel. Hindi ko pinansin ang pagbabago, sapagkat nakatuon ang aking mata sa bahagi ng larawan na hindi ko pa nakukulayan. Ang kaibigan ko nama'y nakatuon rin sa bahaging hindi ko pa nagagawa.

Pareho kaming nakatingin sa malaking tiyan ng bubuyog na animo'y puno ng hangin na isang tusok lang ng karayom dito'y mabilis itong puputok.

Hanggang sa ang obra ay natapos naming mabuo.

Nais ko man itaas ang coloring book at ipagmalaki sa harap ng lampshade, subalit anong ipagmamalaki ang ihaharap ko sa isang larawang matapos maging matingkad na pula'y bumalik muli sa pagiging kulay abo nito?

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But I threw you the obvious
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy

Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, see through it all
See through, see you

- A Perfect Circle, 3 Libras

Darkstar Grinning

And we think:
bereft of a voice, no one could have spoken
or recognized its grace. But we know:
pleasure purls through the stones of this silence.
This breathing and seeing and listening
suddenly, without names.

- J. Neil Garcia, Garden of Wordlessness

Isang Hirit Muna

I just realized
that in order to put
Kitsune to sleep
is to drag him back
to the place that spawned
him.

As for the events that happened
things would remain a secret.

But as far as I know,
I never thought I had
that appeal and assertiveness to
corner someone twice as
hunky as me.

He might be a hipon-class to others
but man, he had a body of a god.

---

And there he lurks
somewhere in the corridor of lust
waiting... waiting...
for another chance to attack.

In The Name Of Unholiness

I thought I found a ray of light... but I was very very wrong.

---

Me: would it be alright to bookmark you so...


....So that even in this dark and forsaken place, I would still be reminded that there is light?

Spiritual Adviser: Tell me so I can pray with u or for u ...
Miy problems is worth half a million > how much is yours. Im not loosing hope.

God is good to me all the time.

Me: Nothing really that big. I'm just trying to contain my urges. :)

Thanks for replying. It really means a lot.

Spiritual Adviser: Why dont u jack off or look for someone to jack u off. dont control your murges, let go to the one u love...

Me: I'd try that. Maybe its my exposure here that's driving me this way.

Spiritual Adviser: Exposure to way ang edad mo ay eded ng malilibog dats why u need a lover or partner to fool arouid.

Spiritual Adviser: There is nothing wrong with having a release with another consenting adult.

Me: It's like this. Something inside me wants to compete in those sex forums. But when I get rejected, an urge to fight back takes over me. It's like an endless cycle - me looking for approval. What's worse is that what I'm just seeking is an approval; that I could not accept being rejected.

I know everyone gets one. Maybe I don't get it yet. Somehow your presence enabled me to break the cycle.

Me: I know. I just think that i'm too sexual that's why I'm concerned. :)

Spiritual Adviser: With my age, I had a thousand rejections. Rejection is normal. If we are rejcted, by some one then lets move on.

50% of the guys in the sex forum are just fooling around.Pagdi mo kilala ang tao di ka dapat mag seb kasi u either get held up or hold up or std or hiv....

So be cool and take rejection with a good laugh

Me: thats what i'm trying to learn.

Thank you very much for listening. Next time we see each other. I will make sure i'm in a better standing than it is today.

God bless po.

Spiritual Adviser: are u a virgin in sexual matters ?

Me: nope. thats what i'm afraid of. If I'd unleash myself right now, I'd released the sexual side of me.

Spiritual Adviser: hahahahahahaha.

Hindi naman ganyan. I can teach u one by one if u like.
Its not that serious. Ur standards and moiral values with still control u.

my number 09164xxxxx. im glove unlitixt so pwede tau text if globe ka na. My nephew will use the pc. text ka pa glove ka. keep in touch.

U sound delicious, In my 55 years never had a virgin in my entire life.

God bless,

Me: Thanks. Take care and god bless. My shift is over. See you again here.

Spiritual Adviser: I will be your sex slave. hehehehehehe

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I do not know if he was propping me up. As an adviser myself, I do not, in any way use sexual overtones directed at those I am giving counseling. It is difficult to be misunderstood.

As it stands. I felt betrayed by the person I was hoping who could pull me up, now that I am the one sinking. But it appears like, I am in for a trap.

Jomanian rule stands: A friend is a friend, an SEB partner is for sex only and can become an enemy. Flirting and provocation is construed as an act of aggression - which my history tells, always end in a fall out of any cordial friendship.

So at 1:00 am this morning. With no temporary solution to the carnal crisis I was facing.

I declared war... against someone near my location.

It was for my own piece of mind. I need it so that I can restore order inside my deranged head.

But, for all intents and purposes, it was a boring fuck.

I would have been better off, if I allowed Kitsune to frolic once again the place that spawned him sometime before.

---

The terrace where the opening salvo began was dark and the lights around us were turned off. Downstairs, a group of ladies were still having a late-night chat with their boy friends. In front of us was the breathtaking view of Pioneer Street; with its glittering skyscrapers and sparkling billboard signs and lattices from office towers that are still to be completed.

The blowjob was great.

But it would have been better if it was done by someone who can be as aggressive as me.

Protocol Myon Two

"Bakit ganun no? Kapag napansin tayo ng sex partner natin, na fla-flatter tayo. Pero ang weird, takot naman tayo mag-exert ng effort para mas lalong mapalapit sa kanya.

Kapag naman nag-performance level tayo sa kama, tapos kinalimutan tayo after, sobrang badtrip tayo. Feeling natin eh ginamit lang tayo at pinagparausan. Nangyari na sa iyo yun diba? Minsan nga sabi mo, wala lang sayo ang lahat at kahit medyo confused ang puso mo. Ikaw pa nga ang may gana magdelete ng number nila.

Pero paano ba tsong kapag ang naka-sex mo ay may potential mo maging FUBU. Paano ang gagawin mo sa sitwasyong may tendency ka maging extra sweet sa taong hindi mo naman dapat pagtuunan masyado ng pagkatao.

At siya nga pala parekoy, ano ang gagawin mo para ma-impose sa utak mo na ang lahat ng playmate ay playmate lang. Walang kaibi-kaibigan, walang tropa-tropa? Diba ikaw nga ang nagsabi, na indifferent tayo sa kanila after?

Paano ba magtaboy ng potential FUBU partner, lalo na't takot kang maging close, Joms?"

---

- Quoted from a friend, revealing a developing story to me.

Protocol Myon One

I asked a friend about his ideal sex scene. This is what he said:

"Gusto kong sex partner dapat mga payb nayn, at least lean at moreno. It doesn't matter if he don't have the looks. Gusto ko yung may animalistic ang galaw at kilos, barakong-barako kumbaga! Kapag ako tinorrid kissing sabay hinu-hug, tinitigasan ako, lumalaban ako bro. Kapag sinabihan akong ng ang galing mo, mas lalo akong nagiging mabangis at magaling na performer. Kapag ako ay na-rim, kinky yun para sa akin. Pwede na niya akong pasunurin sa lahat ng gusto niya ipagawa sa akin. Finally kapag ako ay binayo ng malalim at pagkabilis-bilis gamit ang kanyang mahaba at malaking...

Para na akong nasa langit.

Yun nga lang, bawal maging close. Baka ako ma-attach.

Mahirap ma-attach."

His revelation was too much for me, I went on to ask another less kinky question.

Ang Sampung Perversions Ni Joms

"kung wala edi about you.. kinkiness mo or naughtiness haha..lahat ng mga di namin cguro aakalaing gagwin mo! haha"

- A reply to my comment, reigningmrs.blogspot.com

Hala napasubo yata ako. Pero what the heck. Kahit pasira image, sige na nga.

WARNING: For mature readers only. Katuwaan lang.

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1. "Astig, totoo palang madulas siya!" - 20 years old ako nang ma-devirginize. Sa kasamaang palad, ito ay sa prostitute sa Bocaue. Siraulo kasi yung tropa ko eh. Hinamon yung isa naming kaibigan na pinaghihinalaan nilang bading noong college. Lahat tuloy kaming mga virgin sa barkada ay napasabak sa gera.

Heto ang reaction ko noong finifinger ko yung tsiks.

After ko ma-devirginize (na maraming kahiya-hiyang bagay ang naganap), narealize ko na hindi ko pala trip ang babae. A month matapos noon, nakikipag-torrid na ako sa lalaki.

2. "Lasang maalat na matamis-tamis." - Bago ako natuto mag-swallow ng sa iba, yung sa akin muna ang pinag-aralan ko tikman.

3. "Tol kwentuhan mo naman ako ng kabastusan..." - Noong kami'y nasa college pa ni pareng ace, umuupo kami sa pinaka-dulong silya kapag buraot kami sa class discussion. Habang nagpapaliwanag ang professor sa harap ng klase, kinukuwento naman niya yung mga pantasya niya sa classmates naming tsiks - na nasa harap at masigasig na nakikinig sa sinasabi ng prof.

4. "Iputok mo... sa mukha." - Turn on ako kapag sa mukha nag-cum yung partner ko. No further explanations needed.

5. Two tops One Bot. - Simula noon, pantasya ko na makipag-threesome sa dalawang top. Mas barako kesa sa akin, mas okey. Maraming near misses, pero hindi ko nakita yung tell-tale signs. Minsan naman ako ang umaatras dahil wala sa mood o kaya wrong timing. Hindi ko alam kung mabuting bagay na hindi pa nangyayari ito,

takot rin kasi akong ma-double...

6. Nagiging Top ako kapag:

1. Mas matagal ang duration na ako ang blinow-job.
2. Mas bata sa akin, lean at moreno.
3. Willing na bottom. Dapat mas masculine sa akin.

So far, dalawa pa lang ang nabobottom ko.

Parehong nagreklamong masakit.

7. Romansa Militar - Yoko sa lahat eh yung malamyang sex partner. Kung pwedeng my blindfolding, cussing, dirty talk mas ayos. Ang mahalaga eh rough siya kasi sa ganoong paraan lang ako nagiging palaban. Gusto ko naririnig sa partner ko kung gaano kasarap yung sex namin.

Turn on ako sa torrid kissing.

At mas turn on ako kapag role-playing... at ako ang nirerape.

8. Secret Talent - Kaya kong magpa-cum ng bottom ng hindi siya nagja-jack off. Hindi ko alam paano nangyayari yun.

9. Blackbook.Doc - Well-accounted lahat ng mga naka-sex ko. May listahan ako na tinatago at included dito ang ilang mga notes tungkol sa taong iyon.

10. Friendship? What Friendship? - Karelasyon oo. Pero wala pa akong nagiging kaibigan na naka-sex ko. Kumbaga, parang hit-and-run ang nangyayari lagi.

Xtube

I discovered the website through G4M. It has been thoroughly discussed in the forums and was even hailed as technology's greatest gift to perverts like me.

Last week, a gay colleague who secretly do video streaming at work told me the perversions of this website. He even encouraged me to access it when I'm bored and not doing anything at all.

I told him that I only have dial-up access at home. A simple video streaming would take 48 years to finish. On the other hand, watching it in the office will not only pose a threat to my already damaged employee file. It would only leave me repressed and frustrated from not enjoying physically what the video stream is providing.

However, opportunity came when I least expected it.

And now that I have temporary access to the website, daig ko pa ang nag bath-house sa dami ko nang...

Plok...

You know, it really adds up to production inefficiency ha.

And it makes you weak; It disables your sane way of thinking.

Perhaps I should find a Balot Vendor before I sleep tonight... that is, if there is one in the outskirts of [insert name of secret location here].

I might break a record of doing it, more than five times in one night.

Return To Club Bath (Darkest Broken Blue Jars Remix, Finale)

This is not a story of Kitsune's lust, but also his lesson; That amidst the perceived aggression and arrogance he exhibited towards others, there lies an unmistakable sign of weakness and emptiness that emanates from him. Lust is a tool of deception and in the general air of indifference pervading inside the club, what remains after the deed is over is the question of why casual sex sometimes lead to the general feelings of emptiness.

---

Kitsune could have accepted his fate of leaving Club Bath empty handed. However, being aware of his own carnal needs, he knows that in doing so would leave him restless until he gets what his body really wanted.

Remembering earlier, he noticed this guy seated across him while he chilled-out in the enclosed veranda found on the third floor of the mansion. This guy was shorter than him but he was a proud man nonetheless. Despite wearing a sports cap that somehow enables him to mask his eye movements, Kitsune knows that his eyes were fixed on him. In fact, before he went to have a friendly chat in the sauna, there were many misses that could have been his first and last climactic encounter inside the bath house.

But Kitsune is waiting for someone better to arrive. The guy he is aiming for might just have arrived and is changing his clothes in the locker room downstairs. However, noticing the guy's absolute display of interest by opening his legs wide enough as he sits in front of him, thus exposing his flabby dick partially peeking under his towel, Kitsune knows that he is teasing. It is just a matter of time before his efforts pay off.

---

It was getting late and though he enjoyed having a friendly conversation with the guy who offered him a stick of yosi in the veranda, he was getting restless. He took advantage of the dead air between shifting topics and excused himself by telling the friendly guy that he needed a drink.

If only he could tell his acquaintance that he needed to suck a dick.

Kitsune went up to find the guy who flirted with him earlier. Fortunately, he was still standing near the stairs, waiting for his prey to arrive. The moment he saw Kitsune again, they exchanged glances. His looks was not so bad. In fact, he is a dad material. His dark skin and controlled moves suggest that he is one of the straight-acting types. In fact, if pheromones have to do with it, perhaps Kitsune's own chemical fixation is similar to those of the opposite sex.

---

In such places, a simple smile may lead to many things such as;

Close and intimate body contact.

Discreet but consummate torrid kisses.

Squeezing of sexual body parts until both partners realize that it was already a free-for-all, sex-crazed lust fest.

They were making out in one of the hidden corners in the maze-corridor of the third floor, but their location would expose them to third parties who might take advantage of their public display of consummation. It was an open field where everyone could just join the fun, but Kitsune does not want to share his partner with a groupie. So in a rare display of initiative, he asked the guy in a sports cap if he is willing to take their mutual offensive to a higher level.

"What do you mean," the guy in a sports cap asked.

"Let's do it in one of the cubicles inside the orgy room." Kitsune suggested while gently nibbling the guy's pecs.

With very little hesitation, the guys in a sports cap followed him inside the cubicle where nobody could see them.

In the privacy of their own little space, the real action begins.

He first grabbed Kitsune's head in order to kiss him torridly as if he was willing to eat his mouth entirely.

Kitsune fought back by pinning him against the wooden divider. He kissed him in such a ferocious manner, he almost tore his lips apart.

The guy started his endless barrage of frottage. Kitsune received it between his legs. He then forced his throbbing meat inside Kitsune's throat. Being a good deep throater, he did not have a hard time swallowing it in its entirety.

"Tangina pare ang galing mo!" he said. In fact, blinded by his lust, he turned Kitsune around and aimed his hard pole towards his unsuspecting hole.

"Pwede ba kitang i-fuck?" He asked.

Knowing that it was too much for Kitsune to take such unprotected risk, he politely declined.

So he turned him around again and focused his attention to his big plumpy lips while stroking his cock in breakneck speeds.

"Tol malapit na ako," he advised Kitsune.

"Ako rin sabay tayo pare."

As they reached the point of orgasmic freedom, the sweat dripping from their bodies made the entire scene too kinky to describe in its entirety. In such a very humid and cramped location, with wooden floors filled with cum and spit that kept Kitsune's slippers sliding and disrupting his balance, it finally dawned to him that such moment is bound to pass; that there is no such thing as permanence in such a casual setting.

And no matter how intimate and consummate they had become to one another, and no matter how his partner complemented him for his abilities as a pleasure-giving person. In the end, what really mattered is the achievement of an orgasm.

He was there to be used up and use someone for his own carnal needs.

Kitsune came shortly after the guy in a sports cap nearly missed his partner's legs. He was lucky, he does not need to use his extra-towel to wipe a stranger's cum that hit a part of his body. Unfortunately, with Kitsune saving all his man-juice just for this single shot moment, his orgasm directly hit not only his partner's legs but his torso as well to the guy's disgust and brief disappointment.

"Argh! Bakit mo sakin sinabog ang tamod mo tol?" the guy protested, as he backed off from Kitsune's control.

"Sino ba kasi ang nagsabing sumandal ka sakin habang nilalabasan ako?" Kitsune slyly answered, feeling victorious of hitting someone with his own cum.

Tired and panting, they both leaned their arms to one another's shoulders. They both had fun, knowing they met their almost perfect match. For Kitsune, despite the fact that this was not the end of the cornering for him, he felt quite satisfied that he never wasted his cum in a wrong encounter. As for the other guy, he later admitted that he was just waiting for him to make the first move. It seemed like they were just waiting for each other's queue to attack.

"So pang-ilan mo ako ngayon dito?" Asked the guy wearing a sports cap as they walked downstairs going to the shower room.

"Pang-isa at pang-huli." Kitsune replied with pride in his eyes.

"Bakit, andami naman jan ah. Kanina pa nga kita nakikitang paikot ikot eh."

"Wala namang deserving eh." As he mentioned these words, the first guy he encountered in the club suddenly appeared from nowhere and passed in front of them. When he heard Kitsune's remark, his face showed disgust at him.

"Talaga?"

"Yeah, ikaw bahala kung ayaw mo maniwala." Kitsune insisted.

"Nakakatawa kasi nagsayang ako ng dalawang oras dito kakahanap kung sino ang magiging ka-trip ko, ikaw lang pala ang hinihintay ko."

They parted ways in the locker room, never to see each other again.

Return To Club Bath (Darkest Broken Blue Jars Remix, Third Part )

In his pride, Kitsune was bound to score zero in his return to Club Bath.

But for him, it does not matter. He was not there just to address his carnal needs. In fact, the compliments he received that rainy afternoon could sustain his swelling ego for a long time. The orgasmic conclusion could be done elsewhere.

"You're hot, you know that." The effeminate guy told him. This guy was ignored and left out in the corridor after Kitsune sensed that he was too soft and meek for him.

"You're hung too. Fuck me dude." The hung guy replied to Kitsune's naughty complement, while they were making out in one of the hidden private corners that abound in the maze-like second floor of the mansion.

He never fucked him.

He could have settled his orgasm with these guys, especially the one who had a big piece of Salami. But Kitsune could never deny his higher reasons for being in that place. For all the troubles he had been through the whole afternoon, what he was looking for was someone worthy of his cum.

Someone who could let him express his dark, brooding urges that he only reveals to those who could provoke him to demonstrate his own penchant for aggression.

---

Like all other gay men, Kitsune had always been fascinated with guys who are more masculine than him. It is not important if their looks is inferior to his. As long as he could find the traits such as control, dominance, intelligence and silence that he is looking for, the guy fits well into his standards.

In his constant search to understand himself, Kitsune tries his best to find a connection with someone who could understand and complement his nature. He maybe an absolute homosexual, but he never saw himself fitting completely with the stereotypes.

A part of him will always blend and seek the barako-types.

---

And in a lust-filled den such as the Club Bath, his blood surges every time he senses someone displaying acts of dominance within his line of sight. Unfortunately, the dominant men would never make the first move, for in doing so would dampen their ego. So Kitsune was left to wander, gazing at these guys with fixed eyes. He could not make the first move either out of fear that he might be turned down - like what he did to those who prematurely crossed his borders.

So he went to the sauna in order to sweat out the remaining bodily fluids left by consuming too much water the whole day. Here he met again the pleasant guy who gave him a stick of cigarette while they were having a conversation in the veranda. Sensing that he would never make any moves that would corner Kitsune, he decided to stay and have a friendly conversation with him once again.

The guy told his experiences inside Club Bath: He told him the story of the chubby princess who strangely, scored big among foreigners. Kitsune could not hide his amazement as the guy relates this one incident in the sauna where the chubby guy sucked a white guy with a massive cock.

"Grabe talaga yung baklang yun, as in winawagayway pa sa harap namen yung burat nung kano. Para namang may makikiagaw sa kanya. Goodluck na lang sa sakit," the pleasant guy chuckles.

"Ganito talaga dito, marami sex lang talaga ang hanap. Pero ako, ok na ako sa sauna. Bonus nal ang pag may cute na makilala." He further added with pride brimming in his eyes.

Kitsune could never deny that the person he was talking to was indeed good-looking. He was lean, fair-skinned and had features that resemble those Amerisian hybrids. But the conversation they had earned him the respect of Kitsune. In fact, his admiration towards this guy was so high, that he was even comfortable complaining about his friend who cornered him earlier.

---

However, sexual urges will remain sexual urges and despite Kitsune's acceptance that he would go home without getting any score, he realized that in doing so would only leave him restless until he gets what he really wanted.

Kitsune was getting really horny so he decided to make the first move.

---

-tobecontinued-

Return To Club Bath (Darkest Broken Blue Jars Remix, Second Part)

It took him two months before he decided to return.

And when Kitsune arrived, he was engulfed with a rebellious spirit. His cold and cruel attitude towards guys who wanted to force their will upon him was met with absolute resistance. One time, his hand was held by a big fat guy. Kitsune pulled away even if the guy tried to approach him for a second attempt. Stares, which he is not willing to entertain were met with a blank gaze on the floor. In a culture encouraging silence and supposed-to-be-discreetness inside the premises, the only way he could respond to such intention is a display of aloofness.

No wonder he did not score the first time he went to the club.

The confrontations came to a brief stop when he met two guys having a conversation in the smoking room veranda. It turned out, these two acquaintances met in the same club before, for they frequent the place during weekends. Both of them were effeminate, but it doesn't matter so long as they would never give him any impression of aggression. The first one offered him a cigarette, which Kitsune gladly accepted. This guy had a certain degree of friendliness and sensibility that Kitsune found very harmless. He loves to converse and talk a lot.

The other person - a chubby guy who claimed that Baguio is swarming with beautiful people, tried to be casual at first. But later on, he was showing signs of intention, which Kitsune found very disturbing. After the talkative guy returned to his private cubicle, this chubby made his intentions clearly. He was in for an aggression, which in normal circumstances, Kitsune would immediately turn down. But Kitsune tried to avoid hostility despite the situation. In the end, he decided to play along.

"Are you a top or a bottom," the guy asked him.

"I am a bottom," Kitsune responded. He hoped that his answer would turn off the guy who was cornering him.

"But haven't you tried being a top?" the guy continued while touching Kitsune's sleeping prick.

"I don't want to be a top." Kitsune responded coldly. If he only knew how sadist top Kitsune could be.

Despite Kitsune's attempts to avoid a confrontation, he ended up going to this guy's private cubicle within the maze-like second floor. He never did anything except to fondle and make-out with the guy, but the host was very insistent. Fortunately, if the mind does not respond, the body follows. The whole time Kitsune never had a boner while being with the guy.

Nevertheless, fearing that Kitsune might be showing a terribly bad attitude towards the other patrons of the club, he tried to be conversational with the host. In between make-outs, which in all honestly Kitsune finds disgusting, he told him stories about past experiences, while forcing the other guy to relate his experiences inside the club. It was all but a ploy; an attempt to prolong a contact Kitsune wishes to cut gradually. But when there is no genuine interest among two people, it is natural for them to part ways. Kitsune eventually backed out while trying to pretend everything remains friendly between them.

In truth however, things were very much different. When they saw each other again in the corridor, it is as if they never met before.

---

-tobecontinued-

Return To Club Bath (Darkest Broken Blue Jars Remix, First Part)

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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Sun God (Last Part)

"You know, I was a campus leader back then. At the age of 23 I had a high position in a college department and that I was being groomed to become..."

Sun God's life was driven by his desire to reach the top. He was an academic achiever, a natural genius and a renowned leader during his college years. He seems to be a determined hard worker according to the stories he told me. However, despite his achievements, he had one big waterloo. Sun God tends to get bored easily especially if he does not find something a challenge anymore.

Bored. Challenge. Achievement. Predator. His statements suddenly brought back memories of Euphoria Boy, an encounter from not so long ago. As Sun God recounts his adventures and downfalls in life, I wrapped my arm around his chest to make him feel better. He did not resist my arms, but I felt that he does not feel the bond the way I did. Instinctively, I instructed my stronger side to resist all attempts of getting attached. After all, rarely do I spend some quality time with someone I had just sex with.

Usually, it was purely a hit-and-run kind of encounter.

I asked him what triggered his sudden change of preference from being a solid straight guy to being a tripper. He told me that it was purely an accident. Since his revelation remains a sensitive issue for him, I would just let you know that he was indeed a lucky bastard. His confidence and charisma had brought him to situations I would only dream of.

His beginnings suddenly triggered my stiffness. As he felt it with his hands he told me, "nalibugan ka sa storya ko no?" The evidence was there and even if I felt embarrassed to admit the truth, I just said "galing mo kasi eh."

"Heto ang magaling." Sun God went on top of me.

Thus, the second round had begun.

This time, he was far more aggressive than he been during the first round. Being more comfortable with each other already gave him the green light to get more dominant in dealing with me.

"You know what pare, its my fantasy to rape a man." He said.

"Yeah? do you want me to resist you?" I asked him.

"Let's see if you can." He answered with his lustful eyes focused on my chest again.

"Ummm tangina pare gusto mo to?" His tone suddenly changed while forcing me to lie down with my face pushed against the mattress. I could have told him "Huwag po, huwag po kuya." But remembering how we made fun of such statement, I decided to play along and told him. "Ahh dude masarap, hindi ako lalaban sayo."

Thrilled by my response, he grabbed my arms and pinned it against my back. I was basically immobile while he kissed my back, licked my ears and rubbed his throbbing dick between the crevasse of my butt. I thought he would impale me with no rubber or lubricant on, but it seemed like he was just provoking. To tell you the truth, I never felt such sheer enjoyment playing a role play game. Imagine being raped by a more aggressive guy, shit! I think I should list it down as one of my nastier fantasies.

Eventually I was able to fight back and pin him down myself while returning the favor he initiated earlier. He got a good nibbling and kissing of his torso, biceps and even his thighs. The raunchy foreplay lead to oral dry-run and then finally, another impalement. He rammed me in front of the mirror while shouting obscenities that made us hornier.

"Look at yourself in front of the mirror, you exist to be like this. Remember that boy."

"Yeah, it's sooo good man, you're the only one who had done this to me."

The rest of the details, which are too graphic and kinky to even describe here in the blog will remain personal. Nevertheless, his way of treating his partner is something I had never experienced before. He can be slow and romantic if he feels like doing so, or he could turn you to a whore overnight by encouraging you to be slutty when dealing with him. Either way, we both enjoyed the tripping. He even commented after that of all the guys he had screwed, I am the only one who never complained of pain while being impaled by his sharp pole.

If he only knew how painful it was, especially since I came much faster than him. He would understand why it's more challenging and sophisticated to take the bottom rather than the top role. As for me, I endured the pain so that I would never hear anything from him saying that I whined like a girl.

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After the second round, we spent several more hours talking about personal subjects, which, I would not easily divulge to someone I had sex with. Normally, I would be hostile to guys after an encounter but with Sun God's case, it seemed that the post-coital conversation drew me closer to him. I do not know if he felt the same. But knowing how strong his personality is, there is a big chance that we will never see or contact each other after tonight's encounter.

Like all others before him, I am just a temporary entity who's purpose is to take away a bored and lonely guy's all-encompassing booty call problem.

There may never be lets-be-friends-after-we-fuck-each-other after all.

He left the room first hoping that nobody would ever catch him doing it with another guy. The moment he closes the door, I immediately called the front desk to inform them of his departure. Much as I would like to hug him for such a great evening, I understood that he will never appreciate it. My role is over and it's back to the real world after the deed is complete.

As I waited for his text reply telling me that he had left the motel, I found myself sitting alone in the half-lit empty suite facing the mirror. In my reflection, I begin to wonder whether the sex and companionship was worth it. Am I simply trying to divert my attention elsewhere, so that I may never get upset with the affairs happening closer to homeworld?

Sun God's encounter will be long remembered, not only because he was one of the more masculine and dominant guys that I met, but also because he was the longest I stayed with after a no-strings attached tripping. As we talked about our lives, naked and staring at the monochrome ceiling, I felt like talking to a big brother I never had.

No wonder, after the nasty stuff is over and the enduring hours of listening to his endless bragging ends in silence, in finality, what's really left is the human feeling of longing;

The emptiness that comes after an intense bonding: A mistake born out of confusing temporal affection and intimacy for the real, long term attention.

Lately I begin to wonder, if all deep but brief encounters end up like this, should I put a stronger wall around me so that I may never be deceived again?

Or maybe, should I treat everything as a no-frills wham-bham confrontation, even if deep in my heart I know that such brief encounter

touches whatever humanity left in me?

Sun God (First Part)

"Mag-check in ka na. Text me when you already have a room," his text message went. "nag-iintay lang ako dito sa parking area."

His name resembled that of the Egyptian Sun God. Impressed with my profile in G4M, he sent me a private message with the intention of knowing me better. Since I was equally impressed with what he wrote in his profile, I too sent my complementaries hoping to get to know him more. The occasional private message conversations lead to YM ID exchanges. We never stayed in Yahoo for long, because the moment we realized how interesting the other person was, we started calling each other's mobile phone to continue our conversation whenever my internet got disconnected.

Then he started provoking me. At first his attacks were subtle. However, because of the deprivation and his human need to release his tension to someone as soon as possible, his provocations intensified these past few days. He was openly inviting me to go out and have some fun, which led me think of the possibilities. Being turned on with his sensibility and dominant personality, it didn't take long for me to give in. Even though he never traded his pictures to me, his voice and masculine attitude told me that I might be in for a good catch.

The provocation ended when I finally decided to meet him this afternoon.

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Sun God and I both go to the gym. His body pic in G4M tells me that he has an impressive built. He is a sports buff on the sidelines, but his intellectual mind and academic profession gives me a hint that I am dealing with a boy wonder. To top it off, he likes to be treated "like a man" because according to him, he is used to dealing with "a girl's cold treatment." The impressions he reveals to me clearly points to the possibility that I'd be meeting someone whose masculinity is way beyond the standards I set to everyone.

When he entered the room where I was checked-in, I was in for a big surprise: He was 5'6, sporting a semikal hair, a thick goatie and a sharp pair of eyes that penetrates your being while it gaze at you. He looked like a sanggano wearing a formal attire.

As he took off his polo shirt. I could see what his boxing, weightlifting and aerobics work-out had done to his body. Let me clear that he is not someone with the perfect muscular built. However his arms and chest alone would tell me that I will have a good dinner tonight.

Sun God seems to be a worthy adversary to Dark Star.

He starts unbuttoning his pants as he ceaselessly lip-locks with me. His hands were all over my body, feeling it like it was his newly-acquired territory. Shortly before we had gone naked to bed, he commanded me to turn off the lights. I asked him why. He did not give me a concrete response. Maybe he saw me as a mere hipon - a person who has a good body but disappointing face. Perhaps I was just assuming, for he might be classified as a hipon himself. Nevertheless, the showdown continued. He commanded me to strip-off my undies while he was laying on the bed stroking his ever-growing pole.

"Not unless there is a club music blaring on the stereo, I will only strip in front of you in your dreams pare!" I told him.

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As we went along with the foreplay, I noticed how he preferred to be the one in control. He enjoyed licking and sucking - one's chest and torso, that I got worried that he might have left some red-spot evidence on my body. Sun God was so good in doing romansa that his perfume remained long after the popoy was over.

As Dark Star, I tried my best to keep up with him. He would never let me though, for he wanted absolute dominance . In the end, I just accepted my role as his subject and boy toy for the night. Whatever he wanted, I would just follow. Yet, for some strange reasons, even if I felt being made a slut, I enjoyed what we're doing.

"Suck me..."

"I'm gonna face-fuck you."

"You want me to impale you huh pare?"

"Yours is so impressive. Good thing you're the bottom."

In the end, I was impaled and it was so damn good. After turning my back to all things PLU last week. What he did to me unleashed the sleeping demons behind the straight-acting front I showed to my barkada. He made me feel that I will always be a homo, and my purpose will always be to submit to guys as dominant as him.

Sun God finally came but it didn't stop there. I never came myself after reeling from such shock and battering he gave to me. After the first round, he stood up, exposing his broad shoulders in front of me. As he washed himself in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror to admire myself for having a great catch.

"This is what Eclipse had done to you, Joms," I whispered to myself.

When he got out of the bathroom, he lighted a stick of Marlboro he took from his pocket and posed in front of the mirror.

"Damn big tummy," he said disappointedly.

"You're buff, accept it man." I told him.

But he said he was still not satisfied with the results. Thus, from admiring each other's body, the conversation went on touching some hidden portions of our personal lives. After finishing the stick, he went to the bed and continued sharing his past to me. From that point, I knew this activity would not be a hit-and-run.

I would have to endure another round of impalement from him.

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