Si Juan at ang MMDA

Likas na sa mga Pilipino ang matigas ang ulo, lalo na sa pagsunod ng mga batas trapiko kaya di na tayo magtataka kung meron tayong makikitang nagtatalo sa pagitan ng pulis (MMDA) at karaniwang mamamayan sa tuwing umaga na tayo ay naglalakbay. Marahil dala ng praktikal na pamamaraan, ginagawa ng isang tao ang mga bagay na sa tingin niya ay pinakamadali para sa ikakatupad ng kanyang mithiin.

Tuwing umaga, karaniwan naming gawain ang pagbaba sa kasulukan ng EDSA at Ayala para makatawid papuntang McKinley. Mahabang oras kasi na aantayin pa namin ang bus para tumawid at huminto sa kanilang nakatalagang bababaan sa ilalim ng MRT Ayala Station. Mataas din ang hagdan na aakyatin para makalipat sa kabila ng EDSA at malayo-layo din ang lalakarin papuntang sakayan papasok ng The Fort. Ang pagtawid sa EDS Ana di gumagamit ng overpass o MRT station ay ang pinaka-mabilis na paraan para sa pagpasok sa pinagtatrabahuan. Iyun nga lang, malapit ito sa disgrasya o aksidente. Pero naiisip naman namin na maiiwasan ang mga iyun sa pag-iingat.

Kahapon habang patawid ako kasabay ng iilang mga trabahador sa konstruksiyon sa aming paboritong tawiran, sinalubong kami ng isang traffic enforcer ng MMDA. Pinagbawalan kami na tumawid dahil baka daw kami huhulihin sa kabilang kalye. Meron daw kasing pulis na nanghuhuli. Siguro dahilan sa nagmamadali ang mga trabahador, nakiusap sila na tumawid dahil sa malapit na sila at di pa naman berde ang ilaw. Hindi pumayag ang MMDA kaya medyo tumaas na ang boses ng mga trabahador. Ako naman na nasa likuran ay natunugan na ang pagmamatigas ng traffic enforcer kaya minabuti ko na lang na umatras at gamitin ang overpass. Nang lumingon ako, nakasunod na ang mga trabahador na nagmumura sa inis sa MMDA.

Kunsabagay, wala naman silang panalo sa MMDA na iyun. Bawal naman talaga tumawid doon. Ang batas ay nagiging praktikal at circumstantial na dapat sana na isang moral at legal na sistema.Ang problema lang, hindi nagiging consistent ang pagiging istrikto ng mga traffic enforcer sa pagpapatupad ng mga regulasyon kaya na-iisip ng mga mamamayan na puwedeng gawin ang bawal na bagay basta huwag lang magpapahuli o kayang magpalusot. Sa akin din naman, huwag ng makipagtalo sa isang bagay na alam mo na walang papupuntahan.

Isang insidente lang iyun ng engkwentro ng MMDA traffic enforcer at ordinaryong mamamayan. Siguro kung sa bawat insidente na nauuwi sa isang violation at sa bawat violation may nakatakdang multa at kaparusahan, siguro may disiplina na ang mga mamamayang Pilipino. Subalit sa kadahilanang walang conviction ang mga nagsasatupad ng batas, nagiging kumpiyansa ang mga Pilipino na nauuwi sa pag-aabuso sa kakulangan at kapabayaanan. Ang batas ay nagiging praktikal at circumstantial na dapat sana na isang moral at legal na sistema.

Sa susunod na taon ay eleksiyon na naman. Sa ngayon pa lang ay binobomba na tayo ng mga ideyalismo ng bawat taong may balak magpatakbo. Mga paalala at pangako na tumutumbok sa pangangailangan at katauhan ng masang Pilipino. Sila ang mga tao na posibleng maging presidente. Mga taong sa ngayon pa lang nagpapakita kung paano baliktarin ang mga batas ng republika. Marami sila. Bahala na tayong mamili.

Sidetrip: Homodensity

Sounds technical, right? Or scientific perhaps? Yet, there is no such word as homodensity in the dictionary. I thought there is because it could mean the concentration of people in a particular area such as 10,000 people per square kilometer. However, homo is man and what are people but a collection of many men. Silly but true. Anyway, have you guess what really I would be referring here? Yes or no, you still need to click that “Read more …” phrase below.

Yesterday, I feel an urgency to visit the rest room of the MRT Boni station. It is not what you are thinking though most of you, if not all, thought otherwise. I should say that my purpose is of natural urgency, nature call or just plain urination. (Hey, sometimes I do forget what sex is.) Well, the truth is I tried to avoid the rest room at Boni station for reason of familiarity. Hehehe. As I was saying…

Upon entering the comfort room, I immediately saw a familiar face. He looked at me and thought that he recognized me also. I am not his ex I tell you but are we not acknowledging the fact that each one of us has that “radar”? At that moment, I thought something stirred. Hoooops. Not my dick, you Martian-minded prick. (That rhymes. Hahaha.) It was just that there were two other people inside and it looked like all were, you know.

I should be welcoming the scene since they don’t look bad at all except for one strange looking person who was standing and piss-simulating at one of the urinals. I don’t need to describe him more but he was one reason why I could not let the snake out.

Since I was already inside and retreating would be more ridiculous than rational, I went straight to the cubicle. (Himala?) Before I there is an exhibitionist molesting my prudent spiritforget, I am holding my cellphone in one hand and with no reason I could not just put it back in my pocket. So when I am dishing out my dick from my jeans, I was well exposed to the familiar face who by Neptune’s wrath have stationed at my side, whipped out his own dick and started to pound it.

What the hell?! Shall I scream that there is an exhibitionist molesting my prudent spirit or let him be and act as if I am not at all shocked? The latter of course. That is the most effective way of countering this sexual terrorism. Realizing that I am not interested he zipped his pants and just stood there. Thinking that the golden fountain would be unable to reach the glorious summit because of the scion of hell standing guard, I decided to put the treasure back in the chest. The triad was still waiting, ready to jump at me at the slightest mistake I am gonna make.

Whew! That was close.

That scene made me think. With such a very small area, there are three blue-blooded beings. Let me say, three per five square meters. If we are to extend that geographically, what would be the estimate? Would we welcome the densification of the people like us in the planet? Are we going to rule the world? In the world where majority wins, perhaps it is a welcoming idea. However, do we really need to show the numbers to win?

Obviously, my mind right now is more creative than critical. I am just trying to justify a word. Is it?

Trio - Part I

Threesome is exciting. This is what I always thought because in a three-way activity, one could become the center of attention. There is one big caution though. The center of attention must take control of the activity.

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L sits in one of the dark corner seats of the theater waiting when J suddenly emerges from the shadows and sits next to him. Among the men who stood witness to the seductive maneuvers that he demonstrated on the hallway of the theater earlier, J is the first to yield. Uncertain of his fate, J risk of falling prey to the discriminating taste of L. He knew perfectly well from his previous outings that even the beautiful ones were brushed off by L. Nevertheless, he cares less now. To him, there is no harm from trying.

A while ago, J was just an ordinary person who is dining at a fast food center in a mall attaching the train station. Saturdays always give him a mix feeling of boredom and excitement. Boredom because he would be cruising again and excitement because he would not know who is he going to meet. He thought he could go somewhere else for a change but when he saw that familiar gait, attire, and physique coming from the train station, he just knew where to go.

Many fancy him not because of his face but his body.He was right. The man is L. Many fancy him not because of his face but his body. It is lean and his muscles are well defined. He is wearing his signature fitted t-shirt, jeans and rubber shoes. He looks so ordinary but there is something in him that makes people gets a second look. He always conveys confidence, even arrogance. He will not hesitate to look at the eyes of strangers. Some thought he is a hustler and that makes men hesitant in approaching him. They would just look and watch from a distant waiting for his nod of approval. L is a teaser too. He would lure men and then suspend them in the air once he does not like them. L is mean and J is about to meet his fate.

Still sitting next to L, J is feeling the butterflies in his stomach, his heart pounding in anticipation of what would happen next. He knew that he does not look well. Clad only with denim baggy shorts, loose t-shirt and slippers, he could pass as “jologs” with flying colors. His only good credit would be his masculinity. He does not look, act, and sound gay. He is hoping that L would prefer this type rather than the fashion-trendy and over-scented men. He assumes that similarity could spell attraction for others.

L slowly slid down on his seat, slipped his thumb on his jeans pockets, and pushed the jeans down as if fixing it. He does not want to delay this. He is horny and he just wanted to have a release. He does not care if the man next to him does not fit his ideal. As long as he could make his cock hard, he would do just fine, after all he did not go to this place to socially bond with others. He recognized the man sitting next to him. He did ignore him several times before because he thought they have the same agenda, and that is getting served. He is treating J as self-sustaining just like him. He could get his rocks off whenever he can. He has his own appeal. He has his own market.

He is treating J as self-sustaining just like him.J took notice of the gesture from L. That is a sign of approval. He slowly placed his hand on L’s lap. L took the hand and placed it on his crotch. Without waiting for another prodding, J opened L’s jeans and release the present he is eager to see and touch. He could not resist expressing his pleasure to L but the owner remained silent, enjoying the warm hands holding his cock.

Confident that the spot is obscured partly by the column of the theater and by the four-foot divider obstructing the line of sight of men passing along the aisle, J lifted L’s shirt to expose his body. J bends to run his tongue on L’s torso stopping on each nipple to suck them. J pushed the jeans further to have easy access on L’s balls. He played with the low-hanging balls, squeezing them lightly. Overridden by the pleasure he is receiving from both his balls and nipples, L put his hand at the back of J’s head, pushing it down. He would attempt to get J give him a blowjob. He is not sure if J would give in. J resisted a little but L’s persistence prevailed. He slowly slid his tongue downwards and licked L’s cockhead. The moans coming from L starts to intensify as J started to bob his head on his cock.

Sweat starts to trickle down from J’s forehead and L’s chest. The theater’s air-conditioning offers no help in cooling down the continuous rise of the temperature from each body. J paused and sat back trying to catch his breath. He is not a proud cocksucker yet but he believes he could give his best. However, he would not allow L to totally dominate him. He must at least do something for him. He removed his own shirt and took L’s hand to the direction of his crotch. L gets the idea so he groped for the cock which in truth he also wants to measure, and as a matter of fact, he was right. The cock he is now holding could rival his. That made him hornier.

J unbuckled his belt to help L reveal his erection. As anticipated, L knew J too wears nothing underneath. When he grabbed J’s cock earlier, he was able to hold it easily. L grabbed the exposed cock and ran his hand up and down. Every time his hand reached the glans, he would tighten his grip making J moaned. Not to be outdone, J returned his hand to L’s cock. It is still slippery from his expert oral play. He took a firm grip and jerked it steadily trying to follow the rhythm of L’s hand.

The buildup of passion from both bodies continues to rise. Any moment now, one could explode in ecstasy but both tried to control the imminent ejaculation. They both close their eyes, savoring the sensation, and trying to make it last. Oblivious of each others’ thoughts, they formed their own fantasies while each one feels the manhandling of each other’s length. Oblivious of each others’ thoughts, they formed their own fantasies while each one feels the manhandling of each other’s length.While J is feeling satisfied having his fancy holding his cock and bringing him to orgasm, L is imagining a warm mouth vacuuming his cock sucking his juices out of the tiny opening of his engorging cock. Each one is waiting who is going to explode first, or each one tries to make one explode. Unfortunately, L becomes conscious that someone is watching them. He opened his eyes and he saw a shadow in front of them. The unknown man is watching them, more on J who keeps on bobbing his head on L’s cock. L’s fantasy is actually a reality. There is a mouth pleasuring his cock. He motioned for J to stop. They both sit back with hands still holding on each other’s cock. They waited for the shadow to leave.

Allegory of the Two Caterpillars

“Master, talk to us about love.” He asked. “I could not talk about love my young apprentice. ” I replied. “But why master? You are now in your eight year of relationship. Do not tell us that it is not love that binds you two together.” He insisted. “My apprentice, it is very difficult to talk about something that I thought I am not capable of.” I calmly said. “But master…”

it is very difficult to talk about something that I thought I am not capable of“Huwag ka ngang makulit! Master ka ng master diyan. Tuloy nagdudunong dunungan ako dito. Puwede ba, tanungin mo na lang ako tungkol sa sex?” Sabi ko sa nilalang na ito na nabubulagan sa pag-aakala na ako ang kanyang all-time mentor pagdating sa relasyon. Tama na ba ang walong taon para tawagin na ikaw ay isa ng alamat?

Kahapon nga di ko magets-gets and pinag-uusapan ng mga kaibigan ko tungkol sa higad. Ang kuwento, meron daw dalawang higad na nagtagpo sa iisang dahon. Sa pagkadami-daming dahon daw sa halaman na ito ay iyun pa ang napili nila. Wala silang paki-alam kung dalawa sila ang mag sishare eh sa tingin nila masyadong masustansiya iyung dahon na iyun na di nila puwedeng tanggihan.

Dahil sa kanilang likas na kaugalian, walang humpay nilang kinain iyung dahon hanggat sa maubos ito. (Iniisip ko na lang na may naiwan pa namang veins/skeleton o anuman ang tawag doon, iyung dahon kasi kung wala eh siguradong mahuhulog sila sa walang katiyakang kapalaran.) Nang maubos iyung dahon, humiwalay daw sila.

Napatunganga na lang ako. Walanghiya, threesome. Usong –uso na pala ito. Kinain at kinatasan pagkatapos iniwanan ng naging buto’t balat na lang. “Tange. Hindi threesome iyan. Iyung dahon ay love. Iyung dalawang higad bale ay nag-share sa dahon. Ibig sabihin, nain-love sila sa isa’t isa.” Sabi ng kaibigan ko. “So, naghiwalay sila ng maubos iyung dahon?” Tanong ko. “Hindi. Naghiwalay sila dahil natunugan sila ng isa pang higad.” Sagot agad ng kaibigan ko.

“Lintek! Ang labo naman. Ilan ba ang higad?” Tanong ko ulit. “Apat! “ Sagot niya ulit. “Nakup! Anu ba iyan?”

Di pa natapos ang kuwento. Yumabong daw ulit ang dahon (may regeneration power effect pa) at bumalik daw ang dalawang higad sa iisang dahon na iyun. Pero di na daw sila nagpahalata. Habang kumakain iyung isa sa north side ng dahon, iyung isa naman ay doon sa south. (Cute. Magtatagpo din naman sila sa equator niyan. At naka-69 pa tiyak ang dalawa.) Hahaha.

“Kelan ba magpapakita ang mga higad na iyan sa atin para mabalahibuhan na natin?” Tanong ko. “Magpakahigad din daw tayo bago sila magpakita ulit sa atin.” Sabi ni Igan. “Huh! Birds of the same feather flock together?” Hahaha.

“Master, do you think it is possible to love two persons at the same time?” My apprentice asked. “It is possible my young apprentice, but it could not be of the same weight. You would love one more than the other.” I replied. (Walanghiya. Balik na naman sa role playing.) “Master, puwede ba akong maging kabit mo?”

Wahhhhhh. Ayoko naaaa!!!

Recycling

“I have a seven year old son living with my parents in the Visayas.” I told the stranger whose hand I place on my lap. What he is going to do next depends on how he puts an implication or interpretation on what I have just said. He could just back out now or proceed with his lust over me. I paused and waited.

Unruffled by my revelation, the stranger keeps his hand on my lap slowly caressing it. Maybe, I still need to fill in more information to his brain. The stranger could have not heard what I have just said. “My son would be celebrating his birthday soon and my mom is asking me to come home. The problem is I don’t have money for the plane ticket.” The stranger did not budge from where he is sitting. I think he is now digesting everything he was hearing. However, he is too slow.

I put my hand in his crotch. “Hey, this is big. You are one horny dude.” I tried to smile casually. “Do you come here often? My name is Rey. Would you like us to go to a private place? I could do whatever you want. I just need money to pay for my fare back home.” I squeezed his hard-on. I grabbed his hand on my lap and allowed him to feel my cock. “Are you game dude?”

It only took seconds before he removed his hand on my crotch. “I have a phone call. Excuse me.” The stranger scrambled out of my sight. “Yes!” I exclaimed to myself.

It worked. It really worked, again. Using a storyline that suggests solicitation is a big turn off especially in an inappropriate situation. I am sorry for the stranger but he has been annoying me and I need to get rid of him.

For several times, I have used this story to ward off unwanted people. It becomes part of my strategy of rejecting people, which occasionally I use. Be a liability to someone and be sure that no one will want you. It is some kind of reverse psychology actually. People would think that they are the ones who are rejecting me. By making up this story, the respondent would have time to assess the situation. They are able to make a choice and by making their own choice, he or she would think they are the ones who are in control.

The story is not original. I think it has several versions. People whose purpose is speculative have recycled it repeatedly. We have heard it everywhere, even on the streets. There was a version that I have learned from experience, I revised it a little and been using it just to determine how effective it could be and how people would react, and indeed people nearly respond differently.

Once I told this story to some guy I met. He went along with my story and invited me to his house. Before I know it, I was the one who fell on his trap. He juiced me right but was fortunate enough not to suck his dick. Another guy just brushed my story aside and continued sucking my dick until I came. When I asked him something about the story I told, he was clueless. Strangely, one really fell for my story that he offered his help even before something had happened between us. I declined his money in the end.

I am not a prostitute. I may suggest solicitation using that story but it is never in the intention of selling sex for money. My intention is just to avoid undesirable and annoying people, but sometimes people are just so insensitive or plainly dumb.

Devises of avoiding, rejecting, and resisting people abound my arsenal. I could use one or two or all but sometimes people could really be unpredictable. There is no such thing as a perfect formula that could be acceptable or appropriate for all people. Sometimes you could use the wrong one and suffer the consequences. Sometime you just have to wait and see for that nick of time when and what devise is necessary. On the other hand, if all goes out of hand, there is nothing left to do but just live the experience and adopt, learn from it, and then remodel the devise for future use. Well, I think that is what life is all about.