Catching Jack

Isang kaibigan ang bumisita sa bahay last week. Siguro wala ng mapag-usapan kaya napagpasyahan niya na tanungin ang isang ka-housemate. Ang tanong, “ano ang maramdaman mo pag makita mo si toot-toot na nagmamasturbate?” Siguro dahil wala sa mood iyung ka-housemate kaya di niya pinansin ang tanong. Bigla akong sumabad, ako ba ayaw mong tanungin?

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Porn Star

It is him again, a figure too familiar now because of his conspicuous presence every time he would come out from the locker room. Possessing a lean and muscular body, he would strut his nakedness without showing any discomfort whatsoever from the stares of spectators in and out of the pool area. He could have come out from a fitness magazine. He could be a model to a Renaissance sculptor or to a Romantic painter. Or he could be just an actor in a skin flick, a porn star.

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Hush Hush

You put your forefinger over your lips.  “Shhhhhhhhh.”  That is the only possible sound or should I say gesture, you could address me because you are at least 5 meters away.  The bellowing sound coming from the speaker system also suggest that that is the only best thing you can do to communicate.  Yes, I know.  You are one of the hottest guys in our gym and knowing that you are in here could be a disaster to your reputation.  I have my own reputation too.  Hence, as long as we keep quiet and we respect the “sign”, our secret remains in the closet.  We have that understanding.

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Birthday Sex

This is something I really don’t crave because I thought I already have it or I can always have it any day I want.  However, sometimes getting it on a special corny day of the year is kind of exciting and memorable.  Just like this one.  I don’t mind the size but I want it medium size.  I don’t mind the taste but I don’t want it too sweet.  I don’t mind swallowing but I don’t want it messy.  So, here we go.

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Sidewalk Duo

Two figures are approaching from a distance. They are almost of the same height and from the youthfulness of their faces are also of the same age. They gait the sidewalk with arms over each other’s shoulders oblivious of the people around them. As they near my way, I saw one of them take hold of the other’s arm and pull it closely to his chest. What a sweet move, I thought, and I could not help but smile. I could always think that they are lovers, and why not? In a culture where same-sex couples are starting to be bolder, I could not think of the other way. However, I give them the benefit of the doubt. After all, each one has his or her way of expression. I let them pass and one more time, I took a glimpse of the happy duo.

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Meet My Mom

Sometimes we need other people to bridge us with someone we cherish.  They would speak for us and sometimes they would even stand as our replacement in a date.  They serve as our spokespersons, mediators, pimps, or simply speaking, our bridges.  Their role is to get information about them, build credits, and subsequently to sell us.  In short, we need them to get our apple of the eye.

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Same Feathers

Each time I would introduce a new face to my circle of friends, only one question comes out of their minds.  “Is he PLU?”  Sometimes my friends would only put an evil grin insinuating that “something” has already happened between us.  Perhaps it is a reasonable mindset but it is quite unfair and malicious to assume all the people around me are PLUs.  “Birds of the same feather flock together.” is cliché.

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Night Out: Conclusion

Tracing the path back to the bar where we came from, we spotted some taxis parked along the street.  I told my companions not to hire them because experience tells me that these are not metered taxis.  We continued on walking and see two interesting establishments, a karaoke bar and a gay bar.  They are already closed.  We cross the street and waited for a taxi.

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Night Out: Part Three

You must not leave your comrade behind even if he’s dead or wounded.  That is strict SOP.  There were three warm bodies that left the camp to patrol unfamiliar territories, so rightfully, three must return together whether wounded, dead or alive.   The two of us spotted a target and we could get a bull’s eye with him.  However, our other companion chooses to follow a friendly force so we could get to our objective.  Hence, who are we going to choose?

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