“Parokyano” is a Filipino term used for regular and favorite patrons of a good (product) or service. If someone would seek your good or service always or as chances would allow, that someone may become a “parokyano”. I have a good and a service to offer and that allows me to have “parokyano(s)”.
Every time I enter this movie house, I would see eyes following me. Perhaps these eyes are seeing at a familiar figure. It is more of a figure than a face since the profile I am casting would always hide in the shadow of a baseball cap. For most strangers inside the theater, my figure spells impossibility. It is lean, strong, and agile like an athlete leaving not a full step but just a slightest trace of an unreachable and impregnable fighting machine.
My figure would always walk straight to the comfort room and seek the empty cubicle to unload the bladder. In the next hours I would be hunting or let be hunted for how many times I would not know.
I went to the sink to wash off the grime and sweat that gathered along the way. I skimmed the wash area from the mirror. One by one, I ran a profile scan of each character inside the room.
First is the tall, slim, and balding Chinese guy on the urinal take a look at me. A good cocksucker he is. To his left is a one-legged dude, probably crippled in a military encounter? Quite an exhibitionist he is, showing that big cockhead of his. He could suck cock while bending with one leg and lifting his crutch. A good cocksucker likewise. The third is the stocky guy in a cap also wearing gym shorts and a Fitness First gym bag. He has this same attire trying to show off that he is into gym. I do not have any interest if he could suck good. The rest of the guys are insignificant.
Familiar faces still greeted me as I walked out of the comfort room. Each one I can do a profile. Most of these guys are gutless. They contented themselves by looking. Strangers there are but uninteresting. It is too early to tell however.
I walked pass the alley. There are figures here and there. I never looked but I could sense. I moved towards my favorite spot. It is the first row of the center aisle of seats. I excuse myself to a sitting figure. My favorite center most seat is empty. Nice.
I relaxed myself on the seat, crouch a little bit so as not to attract attention from the passing viewers. I glanced at the opposite ends of the row. There is only one guy occupying in my row. I look at the distant figure. Hmmmm… I could even figure someone in the dark. That guy has made out with me twice already. He is utterly good looking. He looks like a schoolboy because he is always wearing that white polo, dark slacks, leather shoes, and a backpack. He is short in height but absolutely not short in length. I am sure that in a few minutes he would move next to me.
I was right. Shorter than I expected, he moved right next to me. There is this unspoken introduction. He would grab my hand and squeeze it. He likes to demonstrate his strength, his power. I am not sure if it is out of insecurity or by mere acknowledging that he is my equal. But then, I like it. His name as far as I know is Joey. Nevertheless, who cares really?
“You are here again.” He said. “Here we are again.” I corrected. He unbuttoned his shirt and again exposed his abdominals. This is what I like about him. Rarely I would find someone here having a defined abs. This is the reason why my “No second time around.” rule does not apply to him.
He said he is not into gym. I do not insist because it is possible. Besides, he does not have that big biceps or chests. He has this tight body and abs that does not require a gym to have them. He next unzipped his pants and exposed his already engorged cock. He showed it off mightily to me. He is proud of his size. I can see that. He took my hand and moved it to his cock. I held it and started stroking him.
He sighed deeply. I moved my hand to his cockhead and felt the precum. I used it to lubricate his cock. He moaned. Joey stopped my hand. He then turned to me and lifted my shirt up to my chest. I found his hand on my abs pressing and kneading it hard. He moved his hand up to my chest and did the same.
“Trip ko talaga katawan mo.” Joey uttered. He does not have to say that. He was completely demonstrating it. He inched his hand to my jeans. He unbuckled me and unzipped my jeans. My cock was already waiting for him. It is hard and ready to strike. “As always. You are ready for any encounters.” I know what he meant. I have no underwear. He squeezed my cock and moved his hand up and down, hard.
I moaned. My hand was still in his cock so I followed the rhythm and grip of his hand. I could hear our heavy breathing. I am sure that it would not take a longer time that we are going to explode and I know he does not want to tend it soon. He removed his hand from my cock and pulled me to his body. He hugged me tight several times. I know what he is trying to do. He likes bear hugging. Therefore, I removed my grip from his cock and started to hug him also.
I could squash his small frame but of course, I would not do that. It is quite difficult to hug each other with an armrest separating us however. Since I am bigger and stronger than he is, I pulled him in front of me. He was protesting at first but I overpowered him. I was hugging him with his back on me. He got what real hugging is from me. I grabbed his cock and jerked him off. I kissed his nape at the same time. Joey squiggled in front of me.
He was in complete ecstasy. I am caressing his body with one hand, another hand is jerking him off, and my cock is thrusting at his back. “Ahhh… I do not want to come on my body. I want you to come in mine.” I understand what he wanted. He always pulled my dick towards his body when I am cumming. He wanted his cum to mix with mine. It is his fetish.
I allowed him to return to his seat. He was beating me hard and I could sense that he wanted me to cum already. He pulled my dick. I slouch down more to be able to do that and he did the same. With my dick aiming at his body, he quickened the pace of his hand. He was beating himself off. My heart is beating fast and my breathing is hard. I made use of my free hand to play on his nipples.
Shortly, I could see his cum flying from his dick to his chest. That was my signal to let my cum loose also. We moaned very hard trying our best to tone them down. Joey squeezed my dick hard. All the jism was all over his chest and abs. He put his fingers on the liquid and played with it, spreading them all over his body.
Spent, the two of us collapse our bodies on our seats. Joey asked if I have some tissue paper to wipe the cum off his body. “I was nervous when you practically lifted me off my seat and put me in front of you. There were people around.” He told me. “But you like it, don’t you?” He nodded and smiled.
Joey zipped up. He looked at me questioningly. I did not respond. He grabbed my jeans and zipped me up. That is what he meant with that look. I helped him buckling myself.
“Don’t leave. I will just wash my hands but I will return. That was your first shot and we can do it again.” Joey said. Yeah, I could use some rest here. Whether you will return or not, it would not matter. There are other guys who got my attention. But hell. I could always do it with you repeatedly. You are already a “parokyano”. I thought to myself.
“Parokyano”. I got several of them. However, there are always limitations to this dynamics. Outside the theater, I do not know them. I guess they would be doing the same thing. I have made conversations with Joey a couple of times. I know how he protects his identity that I really respect. We do not even acknowledge ourselves beyond the aisle of seats that witnessed our fiery encounters.
“Parokyano”. I am one. I patronize this movie house. This is my favorite place where I can release the pent-up libido searing my body most of the time. It caters to my physiological needs. It does not have expectations. There is no commitment. There is no pressure from whatever and whoever.
Joey did return and we made out again. He told me that as long as I am here, he is my exclusive. It is very flattering.
