birkin

a friend of mine recently returned from the States and brought home about a dozen bags, which she is now selling to her friends and officemates. she has a couple of Coaches, a few Guccis, a Balenciaga here and there, a number of Pradas; but her show stopper (and she's keeping it for herself) was a Birkin. Yup, a real Hermes Birkin.

wow.

while our eyes were glued to the bag, she tells us that it was a real blessing, as she has waited for a long time for it. yup, she was on the wait list. tactlessly as only true friends can do so, we asked how much she paid for the designer bag. it took some coaxing for us to get a number out of her...no less than ten thousand...US dollars. that plus the fact that when you look for the price of the Birkin on ebay, we surmised, she paid no less than half a million pesos for the bag.

realistically, my friend looked the same. she didnt get anything done on her since we last saw her. but to our eyes, she looked more beautiful, her step had a little bit more lift, her smile was bit more sweet. all because of the birkin.

different day, different friends--nightcap with some gay friends, a mix of 20somethings and the thiryish. the conversation inadvertently went to paid sex, and transactional relationships. the twenties said that they couldn't get the concept of transactional relationships as they thought sex was easily had. not to mention that one who indulges in such would know that love wasnt what it was in such relationships, it was a commodity that was co-terminus with the payments. they thought of the act so lowly and even went as far as saying that they would never engage in such. i simply smiled.

honestly, i felt exactly the same way when i was in my 20s and didnt earn enough to buy me some carnal lovin'. ten years later, im earning enough although im still young enough to get by on my looks. now, i get why transactional relationships happen and the pleasures that come with it. the thing with transactions is that it isnt just about the obvious. there are a lot of things bought in such a transaction.

yes, transactions are transactions, but it isnt simply about buying sex or buying love. when ive had my share of transactions, i felt that what i actually bought was power. the pleasure that i derived was not based on the sex. it was based on the fact that it made me feel that i have the upper hand. it was a power trip--and a damn good one! they would start texting, magpapa-cute, and all that..yes i know that it was about the money, but as long as I had it, they were all on my feet. how's that for making one feel good.

i remember during my 20s, i looked at some gay men with outrageously good looking men with a tinge of pity. ive always thought that they go through it because they couldnt get men on their own merits. now wiser and older, i think they are getting a good deal. it's a far simpler way to get some. no more gym, no more facials, no more picking out the right outfit, no more emotional investments, no more first date craps, no more getting to know bullshit. money, sex, and it's done.

and what if the guy you're seeing finds a richer benefactor? don't worry, there's a loooong line of men willing to undress and go to bed with gays who are willing to pay. hell, there are even some so-called bi-men whose services can be had for a price.

and the best thing about money? it never gets old even if it does get old, never goes out of style, and always accepted. i couldnt say that about the 20 year olds.

as for the prying, judgemental eyes, inggit lang sila. fact is, who doesnt want to have a gorgeous guy at his beck and call? and if you could afford it--and i mean if you really have that much DISPOSABLE income, why not? at my age and salary, ive realized that the judgement does not come from idealism or naivete. it comes from not knowing how it is to have that much money...at a disposal.

the truth is, having one in your arms makes you stand up a bit more confident, smile a bit wider, with a bit more lift in your step. and by the looks and feel of it; honey, it's worth being on the waitlist.

**image from desiremall.com

manibalang

mom recently came over and told me the latest in the family as well with the province. i asked if lansones were already in season. she tells me that there were a few stalls already selling the seasonal fruit--however, she says that she didnt bring me any because they were still manibalang (too young) and didnt taste right yet.

i guess there are just some things in life that cant be rushed. sometimes, it really takes time for the right sweetness to develop. and yes, while it can be forced to sweetness, you know that it will not be right--there will be bitterness and an artificial sweetness that cuts the throat yet never satisfies the craving.

yesterday i saw an old friend, i had a crush on him for the longest. he was dark, handsome, intelligent and sensible. then again, he has always treated me like a kid brother. i was just a naive gay guy to the experienced him.

but this meeting was different, somehow i got a vibe that he saw me differently this time. after all it's been alost two years since i last saw him. something told me that this time he saw me as a grown-up; a grown man who could talk to him, be his equal, go to bed with him. too bad the air of friendship was hanging between our faces.

so what has changed for me to get this kind of attention now? is it just the years? i think im still the same me since we last met. there had been no major life changing paradigm shifts in the past two years for me to change. as for the looks, i know it wasnt excatly the best of days. so what could it be?

maybe it's simply just life taking its course with me :)

the surprise

weekends are usually reserved for just plain lounging around but this one weekend where i got really horny, and when i get this horny i usually just take the first one.

on this particular weekend, a guy from g4m chatted with me. he was a familiar chatter, a bit insistent yet secretive. he would messaged me late at night and ask if i could go out but would never sked things. when he sent his pic, he looked ok, but nothing impressive.

he texted me if i was available that day, i said yes but we both dont have a place. in a few more messages, he asks me if i was ok with a threesome. bring it on.

he was drivng and offered to pick me up, and so i waited by the corner in our streets and waited. soon, a box-tye car comes in and rolls down the window and asks me to get in. I get in and there was the first surprise. the guy was CUTE! he was chinito with glasses with that really boyish--almost nerdy--almost stereotypical serial killer--cute. i tell him that he looks better in person. generally, i was floored with the cuteness, such that i was silent for most of the trip.

we get to the place of the third guy(yes he's the third wheel but he didnt really matter since he was more of a voyeur than a participant; give or take a few sucking)

before we got started, i took a leak and when i got to the room, they were already starting, i just joined in and sucked both guys off. the thing that floored me was that cute guy was really at it. he wasnt a picky guy. he sucked me as well as i sucked him, and he was good. his tongue found every creavice in my body and went as far as sucking my toes. he was an active player, and my body got its share of tongue lashings.

A few more foreplay moments and soon i found myself sucking third guy alone, cute guy was positioning himself t fuck me. i was on a pit roast. forgt to mention, third guy had poppers which meant really, really, REALLY fun play. ging back to the fire, i was being pit roasted when third guy stood up and let me and cute guy play , apparently he was a voyeur and wanted to see how my hole was being pounded. we changed positions and got me on top of cute guy. i sat on cute guy and took my time, i wanted to make sure that third guy was getting his view of my hole getting plunged by cute guy's 7-inch by 1 inch diameter cock. third guy would then let me hit on the poppers so i would feel more relaxed and uninhibited. it was heaven.

as i was sitting on cute guy. third guy made me bend down and lie on my belly on cute guy. i knew what was coming--a double fuck. i took another hit of poppers and soon my hole gave way to two large cocks pounding away. there was pain but an unmistakable pleasure as well.

after a few moments, third guy got off and let me and cute guy go on with the fucking. when cute guy stood up to change positions, third guy asked me to suck cute guy off, and when he saw me sucking cute guy off, he said i was fuckin' nasty.

cute guy made me lie on y back and fucked me missionary, he was fuckin me rough and i asked him to spit in my mouth. he did and it was good. he leans in and tells me he wants to come. I told him nt to come inside and he pulls out and starts jacking off. he tells me he wants us to come together and i jerk myself off till we both come. it was glorious.

after the clean-ups and the thank-yous and all that, as we were heading our own ways--couldn't help but think how lucky i got--cute guy who's top, who's well-endowed, who's nasty. certainly not your run of the mill fuck.

sprints

• tall lanky guy at the gym--dude, what gives? everybody was in on the action, all you had to do was join. hell if you didnt want to you could have left or just served as a lookout. but for you to kill the moment by being there stoically is just...frustrating to say the least. what i really dont understand is that ive sucked you before, so drop the clean guy act.

i noticed you were more into the other guy, which i really dont mind; but thing is your guy was just looking for action, and he was okay to have it with us right then and there than him wait for your sorry saggy ass to be alone.

next time, just get with the program. you're not clean and you're not THAT hot, hell, your'e not even that hot.

• cap guy--was it juts me and my wishful thinking? or were you wanting some attention? i kinda got a vibe, especially when you saw me through the sauna window, but decided against going in when you saw that several other guys were also in there. my guess is that it was just my wishful and lustful thoughts butif i'm wrong (and i so hope i'm wrong) i'd be very flattered.

P.S. if you're reading this blog, take off your cap and fan yourself with your cap next time we see each other in the gym. and make my wishes come true.

• saw a friend at the gym and he commented that i seemed to be really serious with gym these days. told him that i had free time lately, but also added that i seemed to be growing up. lately ive been really into myself. getting to know myself and really standing my ground. ive had numerous invites for hook-ups but ive been choosing gym over them. even listening to whiney friends and relative have been a real bore. it's sorta selfish i know but im enjoying it. its nice to face the world and say "to hell with you, im gonna do my own thing." is this a part of ageing? cause if it is, i certainly don't need anything thats anti-age.

**image from gettyimages.com

the bee and the clown wouldn't like it

i'm miffed.
i was online the other night when one guy, whom ive been with, messaged me and we started chatting. at one point we got to the mandatory "ano gawa mo?" (what are you doing?) he tells me he was blogging. at which point i asked what was his blog site; to which he says "pare pasensya na, medyo restricted"

ganun?!

this guy finds me thru my blog, reads and lives vicariously through the life that i have, meets me, fucks me, and then when i ask to peek into his life, i'm not kosher?! the hell?! i have no plans to be in his life, not even hover over it, but geez all i ask is a little trust and he won't give it to me. and it's just a fuckin' peek into the blog!

what irritates me is that this guy has been playing games all along and i let myself get dragged into it. and now i find out, i dont even get his trust as a playmate. now i feel like im just a mascot for men like him who cant live out all the sides of their lives and get their fill from me. i dont mind the vicarious living; isnt that why i dont get comments? but when people start interacting with me, and to the point of pounding my hole, i think, i deserve a little more than to be treated like some lame mascot for pervs.

church candy

gym lately has been filled with new guys. actuall, it seems a bit off since most of the new gym-goers would enroll during January (it's the resolution stuff) and honestly, the new batch offers very few pickings.

i miss the old church when one had a melange of good-looking guys , and all you had to do was look around, in any direction, and your eyes would hit a hot guy. although there are still a few guys who start a fire in my pants.

i miss...

Great. he wasn't really my type. he was a bit too lanky and slim for my taste, but he was fine. the guy had a Cary Grant-ish thing about him. at the gym he was different from the Great one would see in Malate. here he was more school-boyish, even losing that air of the party elite. he turns into a real guy who works out. a real guy who looks good as well.

stocky chinito guy whopretends to be straight. dude, i already know. hell, i knew the minute you kept eyeing me at the cardio area. even if you kept looking away when I saw you looking at me. i know you got married, hell, who could miss you kisisng your wife in the gym area. yeah it was a smack but it was too cheesy for any of the gay guys to believe. still, i wouldnt mind having you for my daddy. and i'd do you if ever the chance presents itself.

still there are those who make the gym one sweet place. im currently liking...

tukmol. he comes and go in the gym; he'd be there in one season then out the next. lately he's been there. and while he sometimes looks a bit dehydrated and gaunt, still cant help but drool over those shoulders, pecs and abs.

peter. the advertising stalwart has been looking mighty fine. he surely looks a lot better than most people his age. a great head with a great bod like that? makes me wanna give great head.

cap guy. i dont know his name, but he always worksout wearing a cap. this guy NEVER failed to turn me on. He's slightly fair, and really firm, taut and in just all the right places. He looks a bit suplado though. ive been really obvious that im checking him out because he is just worth it! he's proportionately good, great calves for his bulk, nice ass, nice shoulders, nice everything! in my book he's about 3-5 notches away from a marc nelson fantasy.

lately ive been really felling good about my workouts. and im just thankful and glad that i have the time to really focus on my program. but while gym time has always been me-time, and that the focus is purely me, i wouldn't mind focusing my sights on a few hotties.

**image from gettyimages.com

the sauna paradox

In college, when I had more time to think about stuff, one of the universe's greatest philosophcal and physical paradoxes would be "what would happen if an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?" Of course, there are several ways to look at it, from a philosophical point of view, it means a lose-lose situation; from a physics point of view, it's an impossibility. in real life, it's fun if you get to observe it happen with zero involvement, and if you're part of it, well it's just dang frustrating.

at the sauna, there were three of us, one, quite good-looking guy with a huge dick (he shows it off) and a guy who is fit, just too bad that the gym cant do anything about the face (and i'm being generous here) we were all raring for action except that good looking guy didnt want fit guy to touch him. how do i know? fit guy tried--twice, and his hand was swatted off--twice. and how do i know i'm ok with him? because ive sucked him before.

now it's 915pm and just a few more minutes before the gym closes. fit guy wouldnt leave the sauna. good looking guy on the other hand, was switching between the sauna and the steam room--meaning he wasnt getting any at the steam either. at 920, i decided to go, it was clear that nothing was going to happen with them around.

generally, i'd feel pissed off when action gets sidelined because of this but in this instance, i found it funny and even philosophical. much as physics touts laws and empirical evidence, i personally subscribe to existence of dualities. yang for every yin, an absence for every presence. as such it was definitely inevitable that the immovable will meet the unstoppable. even in the sauna universe.

**image from gettyimages.com

a roomful of surprises

was recently invited by an FB to an orgy he was organizing. i wasnt really up to it, and wasnt really feeling good about it. it didnt help that FB (let's call him Clark) sounded too horny--as in desperately-i-swear-i'm-so-horny-i'll-even-fuck-a-girl kind of too horny; and nothing, NOTHING comes out right of desperation.

Clark used every trick in the book to organize this. Fortunately, he was able to convince Henry, another FB, to use his pad for the orgy. Clark said that he had invited some hot tops to the party, especially the one i couldnt say no to. I had my doubts, but since i had nothing better to do, I went to the party.

When i got there, it seems Henry's room was only good for four guys. Clark, Henry, me plus one other guy, let's call him August. Well, doubts confirmed. Henry even started to complain that this wasnt what he had in mind and maybe he was better off sleeping, and reserving energy for the next day. But since we were already there, we went to work.

I started to suck Henry, knowing that he was a little miffed with the situation. maybe a little oral action can cool him down. Clark started to suck August. The usual romp happened, until I got to suck August. He was pretty endowed--long and thick. at one point I even gagged. i kept sucking him and then i moved down. i first started to flick his hole with my tongue, trying to coax him to open more. he did, and thats when i got my surprise. August had a smooth butt like a teenager. more surprising was that the guy tasted great. it wa clean and a real distinct sweetness in his hole. it was clean, with no scent, not even the manly muskiness. i could have eaten it for days.

than i started to straddle August, this what everyone was waiting for. i sat on August and i started to ride him. After awhile, i felt Clark climbng onto the bed as well, and positioned me for a double fuck. With August's size, it took a while before Clark got in and get his rhythm. It was a double fuck sandwich with Clark on top, me in the middle and August below. i tried to dirty talk August and see how he would react, but he just kept saying yes and kept quiet.

After a few more times of double fucking, everybody was ready to shoot their loads. Clark and Henry came first, then August positioned himself to cum on my body. but unfortunately he missed, he came with so much force that he over shot and came on my face.

The real surprise happened when we started talking. Everbody thought August was your basic youngish out-of-college 20 year old. After all, he looked the part, jeans, shirt, the youngish face. then he blurted he was 40 years old--with 4 kids! he certainly didnt look like he was married nor a dad, nor 40.

Cant help but admire him and think if i could get waya with looking young at his age. then again, ive always had problems with looking young--at work, and dealing with peers, etc. maybe i should just go for age appropriate looks.

it's the moment of....whadamadapakinsyet?!

chanced upon Oprah on the Hallmark channel today, and today's episode was about the controversial "A New Earth" book. It got controversial because several groups thought that Oprah was espousing, if not building her own religion (well, think about it, the Church of Oprah actually sounds nice--you've got makeovers, book clubs, and free gifts under the church pews!!) She was actually very careful to emphasize that this wasnt a new religion but merely a mindset, a paradigm.

The New Earth philosophy was that one has to be in the moment, to truly understad what is in the present and only that. no thoughts of what the past was or what the future will be. there is even no 'doing this today to get something for tomorrow' thought. the now is simply the now.

I generally get into this thought at times when i realize im really out of bullets to hit the world with, but its more out of resignation and acceptance than anythng else. but it's true what they had said about it. it releases a lot of tension and anxiety. simply because there is nothing but the very moment. although sometimes, life can bring you things that are too in the moment, in your face.

moment 1:
was at the mall with hubby. this was our date night, so we were particularly sweet and nice. we would even check out other guys. and then there was this guy and his friend who kept looking and making eye contact with me. and they would even follow us and stare. Now, i'm not exactly the most loyal partner, hell my name would definitely be at the bottom of the list, but for cryin' out loud! even i would not dare do anything when hubby's around. besides, it's our night--its US, thats why we ogle the men TOGETHER. as other men can attest, youll have your time and way with me, but not on hubby's watch.

moment 2:
at the gym sauna. admittedly, i was hoping (take note, HOPING, not looking) for action. and by the looks of the guys at the sauna, shower and/or dressing room, the gay church isnt answering prayers as of the moment. so there was i in the sauna with two other guys. and then he came in....a chubby guy who was pretty wanting (not looking, but WANTING) action. now, generally, i dont really care, and i just look away when someone not my type is wanting attention; and i truly, deeply respect their cravings for meat--but this guy was something. he was chubby, and not in a cute way. he had folds of fat in his belly. he had a flat chest that you could tell had man-boobs before. the clincher: he was doing his best impression of 'fat bastard' from 'austin powers.' he was rubbing his body all over, fidgetting with his towel, touching his privates--anything to get some chublovin. now, before i get hate mail from chubby men and their lovers, i dont mean to offend chubs--hell i was once a chub, and is genetically predisposed to be one--but when one acts like a fat bastard, then you should expect to be treated like fat bastard. and thus ended all hope for any action that night.


the other thing that Oprah keeps on pointing out on the program is that the New Earth Philosophy only clicks when you are ready for it. otherwise, it wil just sound like a New Age gibberish--how's that for a waiver?

generally, i admit ive felt a lot of stress release when i begin to be in the moment. there's truth when she says that anxiety doesn't exist when you live, and live only in the moment--no blames and guilt from the past, nor anxieties or insecurities from the future, not even thoughts of "the present dictating the future.' it calms me and strips me of my ego and just lets me do my best. because at that moment, that's all there is of me--my best.

there is something so eloquent about what life tells you when only the NOW exist. it's a pristine, calm and clean statement of who you are. then again, with moments ive just had, life acn belt out a mean and jologs expletive as well.

Spacewarp

in college humanities, we were taught that Pinoys generally "suffer" from "horror vacui" or the fear of empty space. Jeepneys, fiesta buntings, and even food presentation was about filling it to the brim. I cant remember if this was explained to us why this is so or not, although I remember that I had questions to its origins, given that Spanish design loved open spaces--why the complete turnaround.

Personally, I love empty spaces. I love the tranquility that resonates with it. i love its beingness. It's nothing but itself. On the flipside of the coin, my life seems to be filled to the brim. but lately i've been thinking that maybe i'm just too lazy to organize and prioritize.

a few months back as i was lurking on that site, someone messaged me. and of course the messages tended to show the way to bed. it took awhile before we met, but meet we did. We met at his place, a well-designed one; the space was small but designed with balance to form and function. We went to his bed, and the same aesthetic sense was evident, the right mix of style and substance. the design sensibility was that of someone who loved the classics but had the right openness to the future. it was modern yet elegant. his sexual taste, however was something else.

As we got to work in bed, I was kinda worried if his design taste (classic) would translate to sex; and if we did get to the romp, would i hit the lamps?or any of his stuff. I couldn't be more wrong. i thought he would be a stiff Oxford-type guy but he wasnt. for some guys, kissing is the most awkward part of sex; kissing for some is sacred and reserved for the loved one; for some it's just simply off limits. this guy was all-out, he kissed good, he kissed hard..he kissed liked he meant it. as we get off our shirts, his hands found their way all over my body, caressing and touching me, at times grasping my arms and stroking my body with the right pressure. his fingers traced my body, treading the old and beaten, as well as searching for new paths.

when my partner exhibits this kind of passion, i cant help but get into this kind of passion as well. as the kissing broke off, my lips found their way to his neck, kissing and nibbling on the flesh between his neck and shoulders. gently sucking on his collarbone. My mouth found its way to his nipples, and i chewed on them and circling it with my tongue. my hands were all over him as well, fiddling with every inch of skin, and finally found his cock. I opened his pants and soon i was down on him. He was above average, at times even making me gag. I savored his manhood, his scent and his taste--clean and fresh. as the moment intensified i asked him to lay down so i can go even farther. I lifted his legs and my tongue sought his hole. I licked his cheeks and evne gently biting them. I opened them and kissed his hole, gently blowing into it. i licked the rim of it, teasing the hole with each flick f the tongue. when he and i could take it any longer, i gently pushed my tongue in his hole, tasting the clean salty manliness. I buried my face even deepr into his hole, making sure i dont miss any spot. I even genntly chewed on his skin.

He eventually got me to lay down on the bed, so he could fuck me. Maybe it was the passion, the attraction but the classicism he had exhibited in his place was juxtaposed with his roughness in bed. the genteel nature of his space was the perfect contrast to his primal appetite. He was gentle as he slid his cock inside me, bt as soon as he got the pace going, he was pounding me hard, putting his full weight with every thrust. From the basic missionary, he told me he wanted to go doggy. How can I refuse? I was on the bed as he stood up and his cock pointed the way to ecstasy. I guided him as he went in. He started the pace, and I moaned, and asked him to go faster and harder. He held my by the shoulders as he pummeled his cock deep in my ass. He then leaned forward to kiss me. and that's one of my fave things--kissing while doing doggy.

We canged position so we were face to face, while i sat on his cock. nturally this position leads to more passionate kisses. as he pushed inside, i pushed my tongue inside his mouth, exploring evry crevice. i sucked on his tongue and even nibbled on his lower lips. Finally we did a full circle and went back to missionary. his momentum slowly grew and i could tell he was close to cumming. his orgasm roked his whole body. We were spent.

Admittedly I generally expect that the door is shown after sex. im not exactly the aftersex type. but he started talking, stuff that i found interesting as well. he offered coffee and i accepted. i learned he was a physics professor. In high school, i hated physics, biology and chemistry was ok-even had interestng moments but physics? yet he was able to make it sound like it was the most fun subject. He talked of space and the right use of it. and this went on for us to talk about a whole load of other subjects. the sex turned out to be the foreplay...

it was 3am. he asked me if i could spend the rest of the night with him. i couldnt.

if i could, i would.

i left his place, admiring the space and how good it looked. i wondered if my space could have that. then again, i realized i would be losing too much to have it. things that made me who i am, things that i truly love..my space's pretty filled for another of my wants.

**image from momoy.com

what say you

Have you ever asked your parents why they gave you the name that you have? Do you think your name fits you? Or even when you create nicknames for yourself, for internet accounts, how do you coem up with them? do you feel it out if it fits?

to some degree, names are man's first world pressure. Parents come up with names that come from great men and women thinking that their kid would live up to the man who also had the name. barely a month old, and your mom names you Jesus--you know you'll never outshine him right? or what if you were named Juan--are you common or will you stand up for the common folk?

Recently, i chatted with Mcvie, and it started off with me talking about my writing style. should i write it in English or Filipino? Mcvie tells me to write in English, to titillate more readers. If so, then how do I write things when people get verbal? Should i give direct translations stuff?

the conversation gets tricky and funny. for instance, there's no direct translation for "putangina mo" (your mother is a whore) which is a very common term used during coitus.

or what if some one tells you "ang sarap ng pwet mo!" do you directly translate it to "your ass is delicious!"?

or the mcvie favorite "buntisin mo 'ko" which literally means "impregnate me"

words have such power that the whole mood and tone can change when done in another language. Mcvie and I agree that the best thing to do is to write them verbatim but with translations that are appropriate to the meaning of the spoken words.

"Putangina" then becomes "fuckin' hot!"

"ang sarap ng pwet mo" becomes "fuckin' hot ass!"

and "buntisin mo ko" is "fuckin breed that hole"

note that the word has fuckin' (not fucking which means a more serious fuck as opposed to fuckin' which is a fuck for lust's sake) has to be present at all times.

all that fuckin talk actually got me thinking and made me ask myself,

"what's the kinkiest thing said to you?"

honestly, ive kinda heard them all but making the list has to be

"ilan na ba kumantot sa 'yo? tangina, sarap kasi ng pwet mo kaya andaming gusto kumantot sa yo" (fuckin' slut! you like it when they line up to fuckin' use your hole?)

all this while he was pounding me.

now it's your turn. tell me whats been said to you.

"what's the kinkiest thing said to you?"

the thing is, kink doesn't have to be perverse. it's the words that get you dirty. it's the words that turn your mind into a kink hole. the words may be rich, or simple, jologs or even succinct, but if it turns on your fire, then it's appropriate. what comes out of the mouth can sometimes be more perverse than what goes in.

true that sticks and stones will never hurt you, words can certainly bring you to heaven.

DUMB AND DUMBER

there are some words in the english dictionary that shouldnt have been considered. can you imagine what life would be without the words "fat", "thin", "black", "white", "success", "failure" ,"ugly" (come to think of it, let's keep ugly) wouldnt life be so much more happier? i know it's simplistic but maybe, just maybe, if we didnt have words to call out what's different. we wouldn't know any better, but neither would we know what's to be so sad about.

At the sauna of the other branch of my gym, I saw one guy who I know frequents the main branch as well. I've seen him crusing there and he was worth cruising as well. so there we were, at the sauna, with the awkwardness of "are we going to do it?" hanging over our heads. And so to break the ice, he starts to speak.

"oh, you also come here"

I go, "yeah, closer to home. the main's closer to work though"


"ah yeah."

a few more words come out of our mouths, when he should have been stuffing mine with his cock. sigh.

"so where do you work?"

I answer the nature of my work.

he goes "ah so you work for (different company)?"

I go, "nope, pero marami naman dun taga-(industry)"

and then "are you a (work title)?"

I nod with a "yup"

and here's where the situation gets screwed instead of me "my boyfriend is also a (work title)"

and my mind suddenly went "oh shit! he thinks i know his bf!"

and more talk about his relationship.

and i had to add my two cents from my relationship.

and the cruise ended.

if you think about it, the world's problems has been caused by too much knowledge. discrimination comes from knowing that black is different from white. insecurites come from knowing that you're not thin. sure, a lot of problems have also been solved by knowledge; but for the most part it's knowing that it's pain that really allows you to feel it.

i guess it's true what they say, ignorance is bliss...and gets you laid.

**image from gettyimages.com

"mahal"

I think it's a bit funny that the Filipino word for "the beloved" and "expensive" are the same. Filipinos use "mahal" for both, in exactly the same pronunciation and intonations. I think it's etymology is worth a look into, in the sense that have we as a people always equated money and expense with love. that much should be given to expect much as well. Are we an expense-focused people? whatever happened to Hallmark cards?

then again, these days, showing the beloved just how much you care can well, take much. A movie date would set you back P500, and that's being frugal. even if you take it to the extreme, even flowers from your garden would still mean you taking time to make the flowers bloom; just so you can have something to give the beloved. Money is good but love accepts plastic and other forms of expense, thank you very much.

Last weekend, I was looking for stuff in a home store. I actually liked looking through the store since they had a lot of stuff at dirt cheap prices and well SM doesnt always carry these things. As I was walking through the aisles, I had to kinda squeeze myself into the tight space by saying "excuse me" to the guy who was looking for something as well. the guy looked up to me and there was eye contact.

He was cute in a daddy way so i had to look at him again. I looked back and he was looking at me. And we have a winner!

yet i REALLY wanted to confirm, so i dd more looking at him and he played the im looking at you too game. then the interesting part came.

some lady at the other end of the aisle was looking through some other items, she was speaking a bit outloud. At first I didn't really pay attention to it. then she approached the guy and said

"di ba kailangan na natin 'to, mahal?"

two things to close this post:

1) there i was at a home bargain store, looking for a great deal. hmmm.....

2) she called him "mahal" because he was her beloved. yet he was in a relationship with a secret to boot; and here he was looking at me, as i looked back at him. does he love the girl? does the girl know? is he in it for love as well or merely to project what society had asked at the expense of his own truth. just how he used the word "mahal", i don't know

**image form gettyimages.com

unwritten

Have you looked at your yearbook lately?
well? go!
check out what people said about you. and look at yourself now.
did they match? or you went your own way? were they right or they so didnt see this one coming?

mine was pretty much on the dot; give or take a few things that made me more mature, it was pretty much the same thing--except that it didnt talk about me liking cum and piss.

about a month ago, a friend/fb suddenly texted me on a weekend, and asked me if i was busy. i said no, and he asked if i was free to go with him to some other guy's place. i said ok (hey when i have the time, im not exactly the hardest door to push) so off we went. in the car, i was being given the 411, the guy was a newbie in this world and was trying all sorts of stuff. they had fucked before, and now he's looking for his threesome experience. so and thus my role in the whole thing.

we got to his place, and the description is rght on the money. he was your basic schoolboy--a bit on the chub side; geeky, comic lover, and speaks with 'dude' and gets away with it. Go to Ateneo and you'll see dozens of him. but of course, he had his secret.

he quickly went to work. we got off our clothes, started kissing, groping and sucking. the thing about these types of guys is that they get to work fast and rough (well, not really that rough for me) there's a certain rawness in him. i'd say his normal life puts him on a diet of work-talk, work and family. his was a big bowl sex was done out of love. and this was his cheat day; a day where he gets off his diet and just binge and gorge on lust. and it wasnt the only he thing he gorged on. he sucked cock and ate ass like a real trooper. I didnt expect the latter from a new guy. but my hole was a krispy kreme to a diabetic. heaven but sinful.

soon he was in my ass and fucking me. it was short and intense. like all secret fucks, it was rough and hard. each pounding against my ass was his way of telling me that no one could and should know about this. that he was giving it all because someone might come. at some point i culdnt react anymore, thinking he would stop fucking me if i react in a way that he didnt like. he had made me his hostage--from his secret, i had mine.

after the orgasms, he was quick to get cleaning stuff. true to his form, he was quick to clean up and get dressed. and then comes the interesting part, while he was extremely open in sex, he suddenly clams up, like he wanted us to go ASAP. to some degree it was offensive but considering what had happened and what I know, i knew it made sense. he was back in real life.

if there's anybody who should know about double lives it's me, yet it felt to weird to be an after-sex cumrag (and believe me, there's a big difference in being a cumdump and a cum rag) after a few moments of thinking about it, i realized he wasnt being rude, he was being honest and true. real life demanded that that guy in bed a while ago didnt exist. he was young, upper middle-class and very WASP-y. His life now was back to normal and that meant us out of there.

very few people i knew like yearbooks. either they didnt like their pics or it just reminded them of bad stuff or whatever. However, i think what's really unsettling about yearbooks is that they reveal to us the box that real-life has put us in. our so-called society at that age, tells us that this is what they see and expect from us. like coloring books anything else that is outside of those lines are mistakes and/or perversions.

then again, yearbooks are exactly that, a recount of things passed; memories. the coming year has yet to be written.

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The Bite Club

call it perverse, call it whatever. but watching national geographic captures me in awe. the nature shows are always so vivid and sharp yet real and unstaged; for an urban trekker like me it's the closest and most effective reminder of what i am sans development of stuff. what's even mystifing for me is that i get this deep-down-to-my-core punch in the gut feeling that there is something primal inside me despite living in a technological world. the mating activities of animals as shown on TV is enthralling. and before you get any ideas, no i dont get off on bestiality or even on animal planet, but i do get captivated by the way animals behave when they are in heat. during those times animals are reduced to chemistry and biology in action. DNA tells them that its time to procreate, and the hormones kick in to work on that objective. the need to breed takes over everything else--hunger, danger, survival, fear--nothing is as important as fucking. take lions for example, lions when they are in heat would mate every 15-20 minutes. and if you think that's a fine life. remember that it takes too much out of them and they need big amounts of food to survive, yet they would rather fuck than eat. the mating process can be taxing as well since lions have to pick a pride of lionesses and mate with each and everyone of them. moreover, the lionesses usually pick a fight with the lion before giving in. they bite, they scratch and kick him before the actual mating happens. and in turn, the lion once he has pentrated the lioness would bite the back of her neck to signfy his dominance. It's their way of telling the other one, that for this brief moment, i own you, you are nothing more than a receptacle of my seed. and if you refuse, pain will be my answer. of course, the lioness allows him to bite her, but would bite back and scratch him once the deed is over--as if to tell him, that what only matters is that you plow me and plunge me with your seed. you are created essentially for my pleasure, and nothing more. of course, this is just nature's way of ensuring the survival of the species. chemistry briefly takes over to make sure that life goes on....which for humans, begs the question, what if an animal is consciously aware of his lust, and his primal tendency; and acts on it for sheer, abandoned pleasure; is it still an act of nature? does the premise of nature's survival strategy still hold true? I met Brown through a personals site. he obviously looked good with 6-packs and all. I wasnt expecting a reply when i sent him a message, but a reply did i get. it was a longish exchange of message before we did decide to meet. at the meet-up i was a bit wary since i was fearing a bit of rejection, especially when he has a 6-pack, but he was a nice guy. he was very conversational and he really was the one who made me at ease. Even when we were waiting to get a room he was very patient and wasn't maarte at all, which is more than i can say for some guys ive met. anyway, we get to the room and before i could even lock the door, he was already out of his shirt and pants. wow. prime beef. he went to shower and invited me to join him. of course i didnt refuse. went in and started kissing. he was a passionate kisser. exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth. i fought back and gave him kisses as rough and as tender as he would give it to me. soon, my hands found its way to his pole while his found my crack. we soaped each other, giving extra atention to sensitive places. when we couldnt wait any longer, we rinsed and found our way to the bed.and there things really started to heat up.

in bed, he became rougher and more aggressive. he was a performer which meant that our dynamics were bound to get rough. after all, im a performer myself (which means i get off on seeing my partner having a great time) so it was hot, and on-hindsight, funny political discourse of who gets to please who. Even funnier is that even though, he gets rough in terms of pleasing me, he's not exactly pleased when i deep-throat him. and since i was already sucking him, it was just a few inches more before i get to eat his ass. and thats when the hunger set in. im a sucker for clean asses, and this was no exception. having showered and cleaned up well, he was fresh and just right for some munching. i asked him to sit on my face and i just went to work. i ravaged his ass, licking and kissing each cheek before i get ti the rosy hole, i flicked my tongue over it, licked around it before i pushed my tongue inside it. that sent him to heaven.

all that ass-licking got him really turned on and soon he was playing the tip of his cock on my hole. a few more wet rubbing and his cock went inside me. he started to fuck me slow and easy at first, and then it got harder and rougher, and even before i could do something he changed position and lifted me from the bed. yup he carried me and fucked me at the same time. after that brief cirque de soleil moment, we went back to bed where he fucked me with me lying on my back. as the fucking went on, he was kissing me, ravaging my mouth as wel, sucking and biting my lips. he was an animal, biting me and asserting his dominance over me with his rough fucks and even harder bites. in between the bites it dawned on me that he would deliberately push saliva in my mouth while we were kissing--and that was my cue. i broke away from the kiss, pushed his head up and opened my mouth, signalling him to his saliva drip into my mouth, it turned him on to see the thread of saliva run from his mouth to mine, almost like an ode to sex, to breeding, of passing on his seed. it was primal and yet deliberate. chemistry and yet conscious.

eventually the fucking positions changed and we both came. and soon after another round.

it's easy to say that it was all hormones, that biology took over. for most romance books, and almost all pop media, sex is all chemistry, and that what makes it sexy; but with all the things around us, the technology, the development and destructions, it cant be as simple or starightforward as beakers and test tubes would have us believe. i think what's really sexy and erotic is when we choose to connect to our primal selves. im tempted to use the word abandon and phrases like letting go or surrender, but that would still be simplistic. for me the real apex of this kind of sex is that we meet chemistry and choice; we allow ourselves to be human and not at the same time. we do not deny yourselves of our connection with the biology of life but neither do we let ourselves be a prisoner of it.

**image from gettyimages.com

Somethin' to talk about

over the weekend, chatted with someone on ym. we met through another site and then chatted on ym. and the conversation went:

beefup 12:43 PM just saw ur profile...
beefup 12:45 PM im just curious... have u heard of (orgy-group name)?

mraunch 12:48 PM yeah

beefup 12:48 PM okie...
beefup 12:48 PM so, kaw pala yung mraunch they were talking abt...

mraunch 12:49 PM who were talking? hehehe

beefup 12:49 PM yung mga members ng (orgy-group name)
beefup 12:49 PM like u have a gangbang by yourself na i think 21 nagfuck sayo...

mraunch 12:50 PM hehehe

beefup 12:50 PM sarap cguro ifuck ka...
beefup 12:50 PM hehehe...

mraunch 12:52 PM may nagreklamo ba sa (orgy-group name) members? hehehe

beefup 12:52 PM do u still host o-parties?
beefup 12:52 PM so far wala ako narinig...

mraunch 12:53 PM bihira na, most kasi go to parties to watch

beefup 12:53 PM ah ok...
beefup 12:53 PM bkt hangang watch ka nlang?
beefup 12:53 PM hehehe...

mraunch 12:53 PM hidi ako, yung iba

beefup 12:54 PM ah ok...
beefup 12:54 PM na miss ko na yung o-parties na madami...
beefup 12:54 PM hehehe...
beefup 12:55 PM but u still go for small group fun?

mraunch 12:55 PM sometimes, pero yung lahat wild

beefup 12:56 PM oo nga... i heard ur into bondage na...
beefup 12:57 PM so, u really like being fuck hard & rough???

beefup 12:58 PM brb

mraunch 12:58 PM hahaha yun na ba ang chismis?

beefup 12:58 PM yeah...

mraunch 12:58 PM im not naman into pure bondage

beefup 12:59 PM ah ok...

mraunch 12:59 PM it's play but it's not like i cant enjoy pag wala nun
mraunch 12:59 PM kelan ka pa member ng (orgy-group name)?

beefup 12:59 PM since april 2005
beefup 12:59 PM hindi tyo na abutan...

mraunch 1:00 PM oo nga

beefup 1:00 PM sana na abot tyo... what the stories i heard... parang gusto kita ifuck eh...
beefup 1:00 PM hehehe...

mraunch 1:00 PM why? ano pa bang stories are going around?
mraunch 1:01 PM im curious

beefup 1:01 PM your one of the hottest bottoms sa (orgy-group name)...
beefup 1:02 PM since i joined (orgy-group name)... through the years medyo knti nlang mga hottest nagaatend...
beefup 1:02 PM like in one party cguro mga 2 lang...

enough said.

Pinned

last week, a friend kept bugging me to do a party. and i wasnt really in the mood for it, with all the stuff going on at work, plus thinking the hassles of setting a party, wasn't too excited about it--but of course, hormones have a way of overriding logic. besides he said he has the bodies, just need a place to do the deed.

so i found a place where about six people could fit in (and for the price of about two-three mcdonald's visits!!) and the appartelle staff couldnt care less about who or how many they let in. and then i proceeded to the meeting place. saw my friend and his buds. all in all we were four. oh great, an even number. not so hot, but hey ill take what the universe dishes out. One was a tall chinito guy who was right up my alley. and the other was not much of a looker but i started wondering if he had tricks up his sleeves...or in his pants.

we went to the room and after the mandatory shower and stuff, we started the deed. there were a lot of nipple sucking and pit licking. i went for chinito guy (how obvious) and my friend went for the other guy. as this was all happening. i couldnt perform well enough. so i asked if we could turn on the lights. lucky that they were all game to do it with bright florescent lights. i started sucking chinito kid who was average. i noticed he liked playing with his nipples while i sucked him. so went back and forth, up and down his torso. licking his nips and pits and down to sucking his cock. i spat on his cock and saw that he was enthralled with spit running down his cock. it turned him on to see the thread of saliva running from my tongue to the head of his cock. i, on the other hand different plans for that spit. as i spat more on his cock, i let some dribble down to his crack. wet my hand and started to tease his ass with my wet fingers. when i realized he wasnt fighting it, i went down further and started tongue-flicking his hole.

on the other side of the bed my friend and the other guy were having their own set f fun and then i saw it. my friend was sucking on some prime meat down there. it was easily 7-8 inches of meat. as i was on chinito guy's hole, i started to reach out to get me some of that grade A beef. my friend decides to let me have it and we exchange guys. no i was sucking big guy and him on chinito kid. i tried to deep throat the guy but it gave me a hard time. usually when i deep-throat i could get all of a guy's cock down my mouth and could still flick my tongue on his balls, this guy was so biig that it was all i could muster to get down to the base.

a few more exchange of partners and then it was me and my friend. he makes me bend over and gets his tongue to work, he sucks me and then moves to bury his face in my hole. it never ceases tp bring me to heaven. he knows how to tease my hole, just letting the tip of hs tongue slowly caressing the rim of my hole. then he would go faster, flicking his tongue on itand then moveing to chewing it and sucking it.

my friend reaches for the condom and lube. and gets me ready for the plunge. he slowly enters me and soon he's in a rhythm in fucking me. the other guys are also prepping for a fuck. big guy puts on a condom and starts to work on chinito guy. i was slightly envious of his hole getting that monster meat. a few more thrusts and positions and we realize that chinito kid couldnt take such a big meat. that was my cue.

with a new rubber in place, i position myself to sit on big guy's cock. i had my apprehensions if i could take such a big chunk of meat, but it was a perfect slide-in. at first i was riding him slow n easy, but the minute i could tell that i could ride him hard, well, that's what i did. until he stops me--because he wanted to be the one doing the moving--hey fine by me!

so he gets me into a doggy and starts to pound hard but i could feel he was controlling himself, so i moan and tell him to fuck me harder. the guy's obedient, and he starts to pound like crazy. a few more hard poundings and i decided to make it a bit easy on me. i lay on my stomach so he could fuck me spread eagle style. as he was pounding me, i put one hand on my back, and he gets the idea. he grabs my other hand and pin them on my back and starts fucking my hole like there's no tomorrow. it was a scene from cops but gay and way hotter.

a few more thrusts and the guy comes...

**image from gettyimages.com

Games People Play

this should have been written a long time ago it's funny that just when you think no one's looking, suddenly things come up to make you realize that you're actually in a show and eyes are on you. My life is one vicarious thrill for another. My blog has a lot of quiet readers, that ive come to accept. They read, get a thrill, then leave. but sometimes there are those who take the brave step in actually messaging me and finding out for themselves what raunch is. Nick is one such reader. Nick Emails me and tells me that he is interested in meeting me. We set to meet at the mall. We meet and he seems like a nice guy. We eat, chat a little, and he tells me that he has a girlfriend and he's merely exploring his options. He tells me that he's a new guy into this stuff, yet he was willing to find out as much as he can. Okay, i tell him. after all i never question anybody's story-we're all entitled to our own worlds. we talk some more and i get the feeling that he was trying to play mind games with me, which i really dont mind, if im into the guy but when its just a fuck, i really dont have the time; but i thought maybe it was just being new acquaintances that makes for the mind games. But other than that what's charming about Nick is that he gives off this schoolboyish vibe, as if he's on a first date and he's trying to impress a date by trying to make it seem that he knows a lot and that he's a prize, but failing to do so--the whole act is cute.

the sex part? generally it was ok, we did it with another friend of his (truth be told, it was a long time ago and couldnt remember the details of the act) but it was good, and if we could get past the mind games it would be better.

lately Nick has been making his presence felt. And honestly he is a nice guy and really wouldnt mind getting it on with him. he was an eager student, but i'm really tired of the mind games. It's funny that his online nickname gives the impression of a dream and its pursuit, but what ive been getting aren't exactly dreams but neither are they nightmares. it's just one social sudoku and im not one to solve social puzzles.

it's very difficult to be in play raunch when you've got a lot of knots in your head. as if raunch isnt a big knot in itself, it's a big challenge to actually socialize and create rapport when you're trying to put on a lot facades and pretenses. Don't get me wrong, you wanna be discreet and protect your self, then just be upfront that you'd rather not share anything personal except your juices--that's perfectly acceptable; but when you go Stan Lee on me and create stories, that's when i look the other way. games are better played in bed and not in my head.

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SKIN

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WOUNDED

if i am to make list of things one should remember while on earth, this one would probably make it: never make a decision hen you're hungry, angry or horny. no matter how you try to make it work it's just going to end bad or at the very least acceptable. it's never something that'll wow you.

in all three cases, your body pops up a trump card that just overpowers everything else at that moment. which is quite understandable, since your brain is going "hey, you know what, i really dont care about the other problems, ive got something here that ive been dealing with since these guys lived in caves, so i think ill take care of that first." and when that happens, you can bet that you'll choose coke zero over coke light.

it's 11pm and im horny, but i was also tired. and so mind dilly-dallies and think about getting a massage.hmmmmm..maybe i should just get a massage with benefits. After all ive been postponing going to a HIGHLY RECOMMENDED certain massage place, but i was deathly curious about it. but it's quite late which isnt a good thing when getting a massage or ordering food. but hell i was horny, so i made the wise move of getting the massage. this is where the spam gets a bit airborne.

i call up the place and ask if it's still ok to go there. it takes a longish wait before he can get back on the phone, but eventually they say yes. i ask for a certain masseur. again it takes a longish time before they tell me, he's unavailable DAW.
but since i was horny, hell let's just go through with it.

i take a cab and gave the wrong directions. now this should have been a major clue not to get through with it. but of course, hormones trump logic.

i get to the place and guess who was welcomed me at the door--the masseur i was asking for! akala ko ba unavailable?! in fairness the guy was cute. Since i was already there, and they were quite accomodating, (plus the place looked great, a far cru from the usual massage parlor--there was effort to approximate a spa) i decided to go on with it. andun na e!

i was made to choose from an "aquarium" and there were only three guys (bad thing!) now, usually i go for the second best looking ones, because the chances that they'd perform great is higher than the ones who simply rely on their looks. but with a literal dearth of choices i go for the best looking.

the massage begins and hey not bad! the massage was good enough. masseur starts to make small talk and i find out he's only 19 (but he looked older) and my mind goes: and exactly what can we talk about?. going back to the massage, it was acceptable and im sure there are some who would think it was more than enough.

and so after the massage, we reach the inevitable: extra service and haggling. .......a bit pricey and he doesnt fuck (or so he says) but he promises a mean service. o sya sige na, umabot na ko dun eh....

i was expecting a bit below par service...after all, i was a last call client which means the masseurs have ejaculated twice at the very least, and that everybody's just dying to finish and go home.

...but no, the kid DID give a helluva service! he was rough, aggressive and a take-charge guy. exactly what i wanted. but as this was going on, i realize that he was having trouble getting an erection (probably spent from other clients) i try to help him but i knew it was abit futile. besides i was already happy with the roughness. my take is that he does fuck but since he was already drained he couldnt sustain it to fuck me.

overall the place is good and the massage is ok, maybe it wasjust bad timing on my part but im more than willing to give it another try. hopefully when im in the proper frame of mind to make the right decisions

**image from www.massage33.com via google images

THE MR VINE

••this is second-hand information and MR cannot vouch for the veracity of the story. MR also has changed some information to protect the identities of the peole in the story.


Ofiice romance and trysts are really nothing new. hell, i, myself have done it with office mates in parking lots, motels and even with non-officemates in their secretaries' office chairs or their office's conference tables; but when an alleged straight guy who's the object of most girls and gays affection is at the center of a gossip, tongues will definitely wag.

I went to the office of a business partner/friend and we were discussing stuff. Let's call him J. We were at their lounge, generally a place where everybody else converged. So a few guys from their office were also there having mini-conferences with their own clients. Amidst the business stuff, J, in a whisper, asks me who I thought was "playful" in their office. I knew most of the people there, so I looked around and asked why. J tells me that there has been talk going on their office that one of the guys there did the deed. Naturally, i said that the nasty was something natural, unless of course it was done with one of their clients, which would have a new set of rules.

J. proceeds to tell me stuff in pieces. hmmm.. this was tricky, I knew he wanted to tell me something but it had to be done in a certain way. I had to play his gossip girl game for a while. i tell him that uhmmm...let's call him July... July had the makings of one who would take on a client. J asks me why. i said, well i know he's pretty much on the hot list of most women and men, i personally know a few people who like July. and that July was too accomodating in his dealings with clients. I wouldnt be surprised if he had teased someone too much to the point that a vertical meeting had been arranged for a few more accounts. "Mahal na ang bigas" i joked. J. drops the bomb.

J. tells me that it wasn't between one of the guys in their department and a client. i see. I stay silent and J suddenly switches gear and asks if there was anybody form the other departments who could play. hmmm.... this is getting tougher. was it between a client and someone form the other departments? I tell J that one of the guys from the other department was obviously the playing kind. J jokes around and switches topic to business.

A few more jokes and J. tells me it was an intra-office tryst, so the sex for account theory is dead. He tells me it had supposedly happen outside of the office but someone had spilled the beans. i tell J. "nakalibre na nga, nagkwento pa." I was dying to find out who the people in the story were but i still had to play J. i tell him that a few guys were also in people's hot list but that they seemed to be not the playing kind. A few more jokes and i ask who they were. He goes " di ba obvious?"

it was July and the obvious GUY in the department. sooooo....the staright story isnt so straight after all. what made the news so juicy that i was sinking my teeth into it was that i knew someone who was delirious about July but thought he was straight. well there goes that theory hehehe

And just how did the story leak? july was easily the looker in the department, and just about everyone had their eyes on the prized steak. So obvious-guy had to make territory marks, he had told someone that he and July went to the nasty mart, effectively telling off the bitches to stay away. what he hadn't count on was the gossip network in their company and before he could say " doodley squat" the word has reached management.

dunno what has happened to July or the obvious guy. i doubt if there are any sanctions to be done since nothing can actually be proven. Just goes to show that when it comes to office tryts, discretion is a virtue.

POST:
I tell J. that it's good that DJ (another guy in their department) is no longer part of their office, otherwise he would have been my prime suspect. J. tells me "oo naman, ilang taon na wala pa ring GF" hmmmm..... the plot gets thicker.

WHERE IN THE METRO?

the thing with playing with raunch is that often it's done in groups. Having more than two people in there just ups the ante for a raunchy time. from the basic pitroast, to a double-fuck, nothing beats the thought of having two cocks to savor--and if itdoesnt work out, you can always sit back and enjoy the view like live dvd porn.

And as such, finding a place that would accomodate more than two people is a tough thing. Most motels would only allow two people in their rooms. One's best bet would be a real hotel but that could be a real hole in one's pocket.

then there's always an exception... in the metro lies one motel where in three guys could check in for P350 bucks for three hours. not bad, especially when you think that your usual sogo room would give you a room for about P400 or so. of course the room could use more sparkle, but hey it's clean enough, got an aircon, and running water, what else could one want?

how did i find this place? thats reserved for another post...or two hehehe

where is it?

i'll bet my ass you'll never guess where it is hehehe

SUNDAY AT THE GYM

guess who had the most loot at the gym's unofficial easter hunt?
went to the gym quite late, and had a heavy day (after all the long vacation's food trip, i needed to burn the extra calories)i wasnt really expecting for anything to happen. after all i was already texting a fuckbud and trying to sked an early evening fuck. so i went to the sauna and saw a guy who had his towel quite low, looked at him and figured he was straight so i sat down. but somehow i felt his eyes on me. i loosened my towel and got comfortable. and then a third guy went in. naturally i fixed myself and tried to vibe out the guy if he was gay. yup he was.

and then the usual story goes on, they's move to the steam room then back to the sauna and back..on and on and on and on..until a fourth guy joined and the steam room/sauna musical chairs went on. i decided to take matters into my hand.

when the first guy went back to the sauna, i sat down with my towel loosely on my waist, reached down and started stroking. he joins in and then he starts speaking...

"kanina pa ako naghihntay sa kabila walang nagsisimula eh" he said

i go "ganun ba?" "sunod ka na lang"

i cover up and went my way to the steam room. true enough, the other two were there, but nothing was happening. soon the first guy joins us. i loosen my towel, reached under and started stroking...

of course the rest followed. i thought it was just going to be a suck off, until first guy motions one of the guys to suck him, and the guy did. pretty obedient chub. and since the sucing commenced i sucked the other guy as well. but it was getting late and people were soon milling around the showers and that meant that anytime someone would come in and nobody would have finished. so we all went back to jacking off.

the rest was a haze though couldnt remember who came first, all i know is that i came, i came and i definitely conquered the sunday gym :D


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PARTY FAVOR 2

and so we moved to the bed where Jim, the muscled, big-dick guy was fucking the hell out of Joe, a slut-bottom. Jim's a pretty hard fucker as well, and seeing him plow through Joe (who's around 5'5 and slim compared to Jim who's around 5'8 and built like bodybuilder) made the testosterone rush up my blood. Colt, Rob and me stopped what we were doing to join in on the fun on the bed.

Rob and Colt joined in on Jim's assault on Joe's hole and they tok turns on fucking his brains out. then some prized shots happen. Most of the time, Jim is a pure, masculine top--meaning he doesnt suck cock and just plows through ass. but this party was different. While he was plowing Joe's tight hole, Colt stood up and positioned himself such that his cock was now directly in the Jim's face, with no prodding, Jim's mouth opened and took on Colt's stiff pole. this was the first time that i saw Jim greedily sucking cock. on the otherside of the bed, my fave FB, Cal, was playing with martin. both were fit but small guys. Generally it was nothing out of the ordinary, it was a simple 69, except that it was done standing up--Cal was upright while bearhugging Martin who was upside down sucking on Cal's cock.

Me, on the other hand was on the middle of the bed, playing with Dave, another FB (are you keeping count--we've got about 8 guys now) Dave had a big cock which of course i greedily sucked. it wasnt ong before his 7-inch pole found my hole. We started to move towards Jim and Joe. Joe was on his back while I was being fucked doggie by Dave; bt I made sure my mouth had easy access to the Jim and Joe's action. while i was getting a pounding, I started to suck Joe's cock. But after a few minutes, I wanted to do something nastier. I took hold of jim's cock, pulled it out from Joe's hole and sucked it. the tatse was pure sex. it was precum and assjuice. Salty with a hint of sweetness, plus a manly aroma. Joe had cleaned out beautifully, so tasting his assjuice was perfectly ok. colt went down to join in on the action. now both of us would let Jim fuck Joe wih a few thrusts, but we would then take it out and suck on it. making sure we get the juice on our tongue. A few more thrusts and Jim could no longer take it, he tells us he's coming. i ask joe if it's ok for Jim to blow his load inside his ass. Joe was deliriously approving of the idea. all eyes were now on Joe's hole--and in a few more moments, Jim lets out a cry as he fills joe with his seed. He pulls out and lets out a second stream. Joe's hole was now full of the warm milky jizz. Colt and I just couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sloppy hole before us. Lust takes the better of us and we dove in. Our tongues find their way to Joe's filled-up hole, cleaning up the sticky, warm mess outside his hole. But it gets better, Joe, sensing what was happening, pushes out some of Jim's jizz. We greedily lapped it up. I ask Joe to push out some more, and catch some on my tongue. now, i'd like to think that despite the raunch i am in, my folks raised me right. so whats a good boy like me do when ive got fresh cum from an asshole on my tongue? i share it. i move up to Joe and position my face in front of his; he gets the idea and opens his mouth. i spit the cum from his asshole into his open mouth.

next...more slop

PARTY FAVOR

sometimes when you wish really hard, life grants you your wish...

Recently been invited to a small pig party, just about 5-6 guys. I knew it was going to be bareback and we'd be doing some watersports (hell, thats why i'm there!) but i didnt know that one of my fantasies would come true.

We started off very usual, small talk, the mandatory casual conversation, but each of us knew that everybody was just anxious to get the party started. we peeled off our clothes and started sucking away. Of course, the more attractive and muscled of the group, Jim (of course not his real name) got more attention, he was getting his massive cock sucked while his hole was getting some fine tongue-cleaning. some of us went to the bathroom, eager to get some piss on our tongue. Colt, one of my trusted fuckbuds, came in to give my dose of piss. i catched some on my mouth, held it in and then went to french-kiss Rob. We shared the salty fluid while engaged in a tongue wrestling match. I went down again to get some more juice, this time from Rob. His first spurts of the golden juice, went into my mouth, but halfway through his flow, i asked him to hold it for a while. I positioned myself for a doggie, my mouth fund its way to Colt's pole while my hole was waiting for Rob's cock.Rob knew what I wanted, lubed with spit and piss, my hole easily accepted Rob's juicy cock. A few thrusts begin but Colt tells him "putangina, ihian mo sa loob pare" Rob stops for a while and concentrates on geting his golden juice flowing, a few seconds more and i'm getting filled with warm piss. I started to leak some of the water, and could feel the warm water trickling down my legs. Getting filled upped my libido, so I greedily sucked on Colt's cock eliciting a few more "putangina mo, susuhin mo!"
After a minute or so, Rob pulls out and trades places with Colt. Seeing Rob's pinkish cock, wet with piss and assjuice, i couldnt help but suck on it. the taste was heaven. It tasted like fresh oysters, a clean sea-taste with a subtle mustiness and sweetness. the smell was of that of a late afternon stroll on the beach. it was fresh, salty and clean but with a heady aroma that just sends me into a hormonal trance.

Getting ravenous on Rob's cock was just the beginning. When Rob and Colt traded places, i thought I was getting Colt's cock up my hole. Was i wrong. Colt squats down and starts fingering my hole. A few more seconds and i could feel his tongue circling my hole, then he tells me "Puta pare ilabas mo, ipainom mo sa 'kin ihi nya" Fuck. the guy wanted to felch the piss out of myhole. So he positions himself to have better access to my hole, then slaps my ass hard. he asks me to releas the piss , and i dutifully oblige. i open up and let out the piss inside me, and as soon as i felt Rob's piss trickling down, i felt Colt's face burying in my ass. he was licking and sucking and drinking the piss out my hole. While he was doing this, Rob eggs on Colt to suck the water out. I heard a lot of "Fuck" "putangina" and i felt a lot of hard slaps on my ass. Colt continues to suck out rob's water from my ass, then suddenly stands up. He motions for me and Colt to kiss, pushing our heads together, then He joins us for a three-way kiss, only that he had a last mouthful of piss that came from my hole. Now we were all tasting our mixed up-juices. Rob's piss, my assjuice, and Colt's saliva all mixed up and being shared in a three-way french kiss. it was salty and better than any drug. I was delirious.

next...getting to bed

SNEAK

Last Saturday, may kaibigan ako na nagpatulong sa computer nya. since kaibigan ko naman and had nothing better to do at that time eh di sige. Besides, he promised he would cook lunch, eh masarap magluto yun, so I gave in (shet, ang dali ko bumigay sa basic instinct temptation--taste, sex, etc.) so there we were at his place, i started tinkering with his computer; sya naman nagpaalam na mag-go-grocery ng lulutuin. so ok, naiwan ako dun sa place nya. so busy na ako sa pagbutingting ng computer when Eric texted. sino si Eric? si Eric eh isang FB na na-in-love daw sa akin, at na-in-love din ako sa kanya...for a while. over time i realize na medyo madali pala sa kanya ang bumula ng 'i love u', so i dont think it was real love, but definitely he's special. anyway, so nagtanong sya where i was, ako naman si gago, i told him. after a slew of "love" text messages sent (and i am so using the word "love" ever so loosely here) we decided to meet--yes, at my friend's place, while he was out buying stuff for lunch...wala eh, na-"i love you"-han ako eh!

so ano pa nga ba? pagdating nya dun, i led hm to the room, and kiss agad. i missed the guy, and admittedly, he makes my heart skip a beat pa rin. so we started kissing passionately, pero siempre nagaalala din kami that my friend would come back anytime. so while things were going on, nakasilip kami sa bintana for any car that would stop in front of the place. i unbuttoned his pants and my hands found his member, hard. whats a guy to do but go down and suck. i went and sucked him greedily, i made sure i gave him reasons to miss me again--yup deep throat ito. tapos he took off my shorts, the thing with this guy pa is that he fucks like a straight guy, as in taking control of the situation, and youre just a damsel that's just been seduced. think cheesy romantic novel covers. tapos he made me lay on the bed and he lay on top of me, kissing and occassionally biting me. he was motioning for him to fuck me, kaso we didnt have rubbers so no dice there. i just tell him that i wanted to swallow him. 

he stood up and i sat down so i could suck him, this time harder and more greedily--i was so in the moment that i just wanted to swallow him whole--old feelings came rushing in and it was just too much for an easily tempted guy like me. soon he came and filled my mouth, he tasted clean and good, with just that right amount of acidity. then he tells me he wants to see his baby cum (and who wouldnt fall for that?!) so i did. we kissed some more. after cleaning up, we sorta cleared up what was going on between us...sort of. this is definitely more than te usual fb..or thats what we keep telling ourselves.

as for my friend? awa ng diyos, naayos naman computer, and he still makes the best sinigang! di pa rin nya alam that something went on while he was out shopping.


SUPERIOR DRIVE

it was a long awaited round 2...of sorts. ive got this fb who was good in bed, as in he knew how to give it to me. one time lang yung full-on sex, the one before that was in a building restroom so medyo madalian. when we did get together in a motel to REALLY get it on, eh nagpiyesta kami sa mirrors nung motel room, as in strategically placed yung mirrors so it gave a good vantage of every action hehehe. and after that we kinda been chatting on ym and kept on planning the next venture.

and so it happens...sort of. a big business party happens, and as such invited were a few guys from our office, including me. punta naman ako, had fun and had a few drinks na (im a sucker for absolut citron and lemon wedges!) eh ive been texting...hmmm...let's call him Zach...even before the party ive been txting him, but didnt tell him i was going to the party. nung medyo tipsy na ko that's when i texted him where i was, he texts me that he was going to the party as well--with hiss boss and officemates. so ok lang, at least may isa pang makakausap at the party. 

we meet up, exchange pleasantries, and i cant remember how it got started but we ended up flirting and when our hormones went into overdrive, we found ourselves in his boss' car--yup, he was driving his boss to the party. apparently, they needed to get back to their office for some late work and what better way to keep everybody in line than by bringing just one car, the boss' car. sigurado nga naman na babalik lahat.

and there we were, sa loob ng kotse ng boss nya--and we immediately went into action. i dont know if it was the alcohol or the party vibe bt we got really rough, as in the kiss had me feeling his teeth and him biting my lower lip. it was intense, parang mauubusan ng bukas. he soon uzipped his pants, and i went to work, as i was sucking him, he kept on saying stuff in hushed tones, like " hit, ang sarap" "gusto mo yan di ba". i went back up for air and to kiss hm and he was totally devouring me, at some point it kinda hurt but in a good way, so i decided to return the favor, i slapped his chest/shoulders. i think he liked it. the ravenous kiss went on, and the slaps i kept giving. oh he was liking it...then we stopped for air...both of us inside the hot car, gasping for breath. we would have went on kaso he got a text asking where he was, and to get ready to leave. so bitin. but not before i told him how the roughness really turned me on and it was something i was going to look forward to. it was rough, intense, primal, pure testosterone.

ending? we were back to where we started, trying to sked to a full-on sexfest. im definitely excited about what would happen in a part deux of the motel encounter. the only problem is how do i thank his boss for the rough ride?


REFLECTIONS

Recently may nagparamdam na FB. Let's call him Alex. Now, Alex is generally a sort of scared guy--ayaw magmotel, dapat sobrang "coast is clear" bago makipag-sex so madalang ang sessions namin. But recently, he and some of his officemates had to billeted in a hotel in the metro for one of their projects. Immersion daw for a luxury brand. Not really my place to question so when he texed me the room number, punta naman ako. when i got there, he tells me that we have to do it fast, kasi may kasama sya sa room and anytime pwedeng sumulpot. uhm...medyo nag-alinlangan na ko but, whathehell, andito na ko eh, game na!

i tell him i just have to use the bathroom. i lock myself and do the rituals--5 minutes into my prep, there was a franic knock at the bathroom door. he tells me theorugh the closed door, na andun daw yung kasama nya sa room. i hurriedly got dressed. when i opened the door, andun nga yung kasama nya sa room, so i exchange pleasantries. Alex makes up some lame excuse that i dropped by to get something. lame as it was, i just went along with the story. i got a cd from him, of what i really dont care. i was already mentally preparing myself to leave when Alex says "sabay na tayo, paalis na rin sina X. ako din paalis, hintayin mo na ko." he had that glint in his eyes that said stay. So i did. X did leave soon enough, but god was that the lamest excuse i had to live with. it was obvious that i was there to get laid with Alex, but i guess we were both so horny to actually chew up the lame reason.

With X out of the way, we proceeded to sex. we started off with passionate, intense kisses. i tell him that he looks better--his gym days have definitely been paying off and the lean, toned frame fits his skinhead, dark--very Pinoy features. i licked his neck, softly nibbling his flesh. i move to his nipple, sucking, licking one then moving to the other; then i move to his pits. as i was enjoying his his toned, lean frame; sucking, licking and nibbling his torso--from the neck to his nips to his torso, up to his belly button i realized that while his bod was definitely a sight to behold but somehow, i wanted an average bod to ravage. if i were a predator, and i am acting like one at that pint, i would definitely want a prey with a bit of meat along with the muscles. and even a few taste of fat for those pockets of tender, moist meat would be epicureanly divine for my taste buds.

i get to his member and savored it. it smelled clean and tasted like the ocean, hitting your senses at dawn: crisp, clean with a subtle melange of the sweet and the salty. I sucked him greedily. i wanted him to want me. i deep-throated him and made sure he was enjoying it. when he couldnt take it anymore, he gets up to get some rubber. and asks me how i wanted to get fucked. i lead him to the hallway by the closet where the wall was actually a full length mirror. I tell him 'gusto ko makita na kinakantot mo ko" in my head, i wanted to give this guy a taste of something nasty, and doing it in front of the mirror, letting him see how his cock pummels my hole. 

so i bend over and offer my ass to him. he puts on the rubber and soon works hs magic on me. he enters me and fucks me really deep. after a few thrusts, i change my position slightly so he can see his cock getting lost in my hole. i guess the sight of us in the mirror was a bit too much for him. a few more thrusts and he cums. he reaches over to embrave me and tells him that that was too fast and "gusto ko makadalawa sa yo"

we went back to be and after he had washed off, i went back to sucking him, hoping there was a round two. alas, the mind may have been all too willing but the flesh is weak. i sucked him but it remained soft, naturally. and since i had to go back to the office, i jerked off till i came.

the aftersex was talk about how we could never find time to do it. i tell him that he was too careful for us to get things done. he tells me that his place is always available after 7am, thats the time when his wife is already on her way to work.