first base

*sigh* why is it that i always have to make the move? and if they do make the first move, it's usually by those who i'd rather didnt.

went into the sauna, not looking for action. someone was in there ahead of me, he wasnt bad looking a bit on the chubby side though. i sat down and just tried to enjoy the heat--but of course i was taking glances at the guy just to check if he was trying to signal anything. after a while, i realized he wasn't into it, so, ok then, let's just try to enjoy the sauna. i closed my eyes and leaned back, just trying to relax. after a few minutes or so, i opened my eyes and caught him staring at me. ahhhh.... ok so tried to do some things to tell him i was game. opened up my towel a bit; touching my crotch every now and then; etc.he was actually getting into it. taking glances at me--then the door opened.

that sort of got my goat, probably because we could have started a lot earlier had he just been more aggressive, a little bit more of a risk-taker not just in terms of doing it in the sauna, but also in terms of taking chances with me. why is it that i always have to make the first move? that frustrated me, plus the fact that I needed to be out of the gym by a certain time, so i stood up, opened the door and just went out my way.

is it really that hard to make the first move?

moon madness

wasnt really looking for action that night, in fact he wasn't even my type. but he was there and i dont know why but i had the feeling i wanted to be risque, more than just plain horned up. so i made up my mind that id jack him off but i wasnt going to suck him. and he was fine with that, but he sucked me. too bad he didnt really know how to play with my tool (come to think of it very few guys know how to suck well, especially the way id like to be sucked--yeah, im not easily impressed) he sucked me till i came. he watched me spurt a few, then he went at it again, finishing my last few spurts in his mouth and cleaning me well (that said, i always admire men who swallow on a casual encounter, real troopers!) i helped him out with his predicament and he shot his load quite far. as usual, when things are finished you go on your separate ways.

told a friend about it, espcially about the part that i wasnt really horned up, just wanted to be risky and playful. he tells me it's the full moon and maybe that was it. personally, i tend to buy some of the esoteric stuff that comes my way. i believe in some cosmic energy that works its way into our system. or maybe its just hormones. what do you think? got any moon madness tales to tell?

COMING OUT

Coming out... the first topic for theorgy

for manila raunch, coming out was pretty easy. he didnt have that much trouble from his family or himself in really understanding what was happening. sure there was the identity question and the label issue, but thankfully, he got over the drama fast and just accepted who he was.

now, coming out as someone who dabbles in all things raunchy is a different story.

especially before manila raunch found his hubby, dating and getting to know can be quite a problem.

life as a raunch purveyor can be a double-edged sword.

on one-hand, it's great for one night stands and play sessions. if i charged everytime someone would tell me that it was the first time they had experienced that, i could probably quit my dayjob.

it's also great once you find fellow raunch enthusisasts. the conversations flow easily, inhibitions are dropped and everything just mellows out, contrary to what people think (that all we talk about is how to get hot, dirty sex)

but once you're dating or interested in dating, then BAM! life hits your right in the kisser.

vanilla people, once they find out youre into raunch easily puts you into a box of either:

a) psycho person--as if only the demented can like getting pissed on.

b) player--if you're into raunch and good at it, they automatically think you play around and thus not worth dating--regardless if he called you soulmate over dessert; once he sees the whip, you're just one sick playing freak.

c) person who'll give them an STI--see letter b. interpolate.

finding a good man who can understand, tolerate or better yet join in on the raunch fun is quite a difficult task. then there's the matter of finding if your kinks match (what if you're both masters or slaves?)

i wish i had better advice to people who like raunch as to whether to come out with their desires or keep it hidden. personally, even i play it by ear. if you're dating, i suggest you hide the harness till oh, say the first year. keep it slow and let your partner's own boredom with vanilla ( and believe me, he will get bored) be your cue to bring out the harness.

or talk to your partner about it-and do it discreetly. let's face it, if your partner's a true blue vanilla lover, he aint gonna go lookin for some chocolate...ever! so best that you lay down your cards and tell him that while you love him and only want him to spend your life with. you still need that fresh from the tap golden shower every now and then. he'll probably scream, be disgusted, think of breaking up with you...but if he's truly your man, he's accept you---both your clean and dirty side. after all, isnt coming out about acceptance in the first place?

look who's joining

with a name like theorgy, you really think i'd miss this?

get ready people, manila_raunch is joining theorgy

BIG and BOLD

i think im beginning to be too big and muscular.

last night, my friend invited me to go out--with a very clear objective: flirt like hell.

so i wore my sleeveless, hooded top and jeans and rubber shoes--precisely to show off my shoulders and arms and had the zipper closure opened quite low to give them a peek of them girls hehehe

well, i did get a few stares, but no one dared to come up and introduce himself. bummer.

you'd say just how exactly did that translate to me being too muscular?

ok here's the clincher, one particular gay (effem) guy kept on smiling and staring. of course i looked away. at a different time, me and my friend were standing on the dance floor, trying to ogle the go-go boys. gay, effem guy comes along and tries to move from one end of the dance floor to the other. as he passed by us, he tried to grope my friend. of course, friend shoved his hand away.

after that incident, friend asks me:

"i thought he wanted you, he was looking at you ever since we got here, so WTF was that?"

then he takes a look at me and goes:

"ok with those guns, i bet he thought you're going to punch his lights out."

oookaaayy, im never violent that way. but that got me thinking that maybe i look too big for flirting purposes.

which now brings me to another question: where the hell are the muscleworshippers?

CURSE

just got told by three different guys that they dont exactly cherish the idea of being friends with me because they might fall for me.

was there a brush-off memo i didnt get? it seems odd that three guys would use the same line. stroking my ego, i'd like to think it was more true than a brush-off; that maybe i am too much f a heart risk; that its tough to put me under the category of 'just friends'

on the other hand how bad am i that i get brushed off over an offer of friendship.

in any case, im on the losing end. these are guys who are truly tuly wonderful men and would really love to enjoy their company and spending time with them. and here i am, seemingly cursed of being relationship-worthy but not friendship-material.

'tang inang hotness to! hehehe

image from:http://antiques.star.md/page/20/

CATTLE CALL

this week, i just realized i can never be a vegetarian

after messaging for quite some time over another site. ive finally decided to meet this couple.
honestly, it took me some time to meet them because i was having insecurity issues. the dudes were very good looking guys.their pics showed them as buffed gym guys--the kind who'd have six packs and more.

when i got to meet them, they certainly didnt disappoint. they looked very good, but the six packs werent there. i suppose they were off peak in their gym training--but still the size, mass and muscles were there. man this wasn't a booty call; this was a cattle call! the guys were all beef! and i dont mean the lean, dry piece of crap that dieters professes to be good beef. nope, this was beef that the very sight could induce a heart attack--they had fat but in the right places and you know it just oozed flavor) this was steak on a hot iron plate--as cowboys would have wanted.




let's call them King and Woody. We started right away, Woody had me suck King on the spot. King had a big one, about 7 inches and it was thick, i had trouble sucking it down to the base. while i was sucking King, King reached out to suck Woody. now that was something, seeing a beefy, bigcocked guy suck someone--it was almost straight out of porn. then Woody changed gears and positioned himself to fuck me.he wasnt a big as Kng but still he could fuck.

the highlight strted to happen when King stood up to fuck me. frankly, i was a bit hesitant if i could take his cock, but with enough lube, the ride went smoothly. as King was fuckng me doggy style, i positioned my hand behind my back and quickly he got the drift. he held my hands and controlled the pace.

we were in that position when Woody asks if we could try goig double. i said we could try,a s i didnt know if i could take both of them. woody layed on his back while i sat on him and positioned myself so King could enter me as well. man did it hurt! but it was the kid of hurt that could only lead to the good stuff, once he was in, the ride just kept getting better.

as we went double, woody came and finsihed. King continued to fuck my hole for a few more moments. after awhile i think he got tired of fucking me and asekd if i could just suck him. i obliged but as i was sucking him. a better idea went off my head. i dove in to his hole and ate him out. he tasted nice, just the right mix of clean but still manly. i couldnt have enough of his hole so i asked him to squat on my face so i could gain full access to his hole. i sucked, licked, and ate him out tll he came.

i hope there's a part 2 to this story because, despte the very hot sex, i think it could have been better. I personally think that the timing was off plus the fact that i didnt know how far to take it, with them being a couple. i think we could have made it a whole lotta hottah if things were clearer. the fucking positions and style could have been varied and the group interaction could have been worked out more. then again, ith this kind of man-sex that doesnt come my way often, i dont think i have the right to have a beef

**images from ragingstallion.com and sxvideo.com

PLAYER

if there's something life is really good at, it's at throwing you a curve ball.

im open with my life. peole know that im attached and yet i still go out and play. partner doesnt like it but i still do it. im a player, but im honest about being one. if you're looking a serious thing, i should be on your list--just about next to Osama bin Laden. so why is it that several good--no, make that great men--are on my door? all willing to play second fiddle in my life.

part of me is bragging, after all these are not ordinary men, most of them have made names for themselves and quite lookers. but part of me is also feeling confused but at the same time ridiculously blessed to have met and gotten to know these guys. maybe ive sold myself short all this time. maybe im worth the trouble--especially since when there are a number of good single guys out thre and yet, they're willing to be...well...kabit. maybe there's more to this player

Gym shorts

***
funny how one piece of clothing can change how one projects one's self. my hair has been gotten to bieber-esque lengths and has made it quite uncomfortable to do the bieber headshake while lifting weights. so i started wearing a cap. have since gotten comments that i look more boy-next-door, more straight than usual. has it translated to more action? nope..but i like that ive gotten the new comments, almost like a fresh new take on me.

***
funny how you think you're invisible then realize everybody can see you. while i was doing my sets with my trainer, he starts to talk to another guy from afar. he shouts out--"nag-beach" and points to me. i finished my set and asked who that was. he points out to King, one of the gayest, loudest and friedliest guy in the gym. he can be snooty at times, not to mention bitchy, so i never really tred to be friendly with him or his group (in the words of Kathy Griffin "they can cut you!") i also know that they usually notice the rich, mestizo type guys or the model type guys. so i let it be. but at that moment, it was a surprise that was a blip in their radar. now, i dont think im a major blip--heaven knows there are a lot of more good looking men in the gym, but hey, im quite flattered that i get noticed. major ego boost for me.

***
funny that some things just cant be kept a secret. several of us gay guys and some trainers were joking around, the topic was of course leading towards gay sex. i was keepin it on the DL when bam! Somebody said "tanong mo kay MR, bottom yan eh" of course one of the naive trainers had to ask at a normal re: can be heard by all voice, " MR ano ba yung bottom? sabi ni *** bottom ka daw eh" i could only muster a nervous boisterous laugh. on one hand, t can be a selling factor but still i dont really think its a good idea to announce to the world that i love getting it in the ass

LOVE YOUR OWN

My first experience watching porn was watching a straight prn film, of course back then, internet was just a buzzword and even dial-up was a luxury so the most available stuff would be straight porn. a few more years and i discovered gay porn and that just spelled heaven for me. eventually, as the internet grew, broadband came to being and torrents became a staple, my taste for porn grew by leapd and bounds. my palate has learned to discriminate the fine line between czech twink bareback versus daddy piggy bareback. ive learned what goes best with a chugfull of watersports film and even discovered that while im no fan of boxing, fists and punching are things that i can enjoy as well.

For the last decade or so, ive stopped watching straight porn becausei felt it was oo paid, too boring and well too straight. but if you think the freaky stuff only happens in gay porn, you're in for a ride. recently i discovered devil's films, a nasty porn company that specializes in the more, hmmm...let's just say more peculiar taste in porn.

Devil's film has a line called Creampie for the Straight Guy. A series of films where the movie start out pretty much like any other regular straight porn film. girl plays with herself, guy comes in, they fuck bare-missionary, doggie, side, uside down--name it, they've probably done it. thne comes the cumshot. most straight porn would have the guy shoot on the girl's face or breasts and then the girl would pretend to enjoy masssaging the man cream onto her--this one is different. the guy pulls out, jacks it off, and when he's about to cum, he pushes it back in and shoots inside. now for most porn, this is a bit of a no-no. the cum shot IS the money shot and you want to see that stream of jizz. But it gets better, with the girl's hole now full of jizz, the guy goes down on her freshly fucked and just fillled pussy and laps it up. yup the guys get to have a taste of their own milk. now that can send me to the edge.

the guys are probably bisexuals who enjoy both cum and women, but for purposes of the film, it's quite a new thing to see a "straight guy" going down to enjoy the fruits of his labor. when the reality of life is that while men are eager to see a girl take their load in theface or mouth, they'd have problems even just touching their juice, let alone taste it.

while the fucking and sucking parts are some parts of the film i dont really care for (even by straight porn standards, the sex is boring) the cum shots and what happens next can be quite an explosive ending.

screen grabs from Cream Pie for the Straight Guy:

THE BOOK OF RAUNCH

"don't judge my brother...he's not a book!"
--Melanie Marquez on the defunct show Debate with Mare at Pare

I thought i has gotten over this but i guess not.
As a protective measure, Ive compartmentalized my life into several boxes: work, family, straight friends, gay friends, and of course the buddies. by keeping each one clear cut from the other i easily know how to act and react for each set; and more importantly, i know just how much to give to each set and just how far do i let them in in my life.


of course the problem with this set-up is that at some point, the boxes open to one another and lines get crossed. lately, ive muddled the lines up and of course it has created problems for me. what bothers me the most is that people tend to judge me according to what they have known about me and think that's all there is to it. lately, a lot of guys have made comments or acted as if they knew the totality of me when all they've seen is a cover, and a cover that's primarily made for them--something that was meant for them to get their attention.

my initial take is to try and control things and to create more boxes just so everything's in place. then again, maybe i should just let this play out--who knows maybe a new chapter is about to begin

CURTAIN CALL

I recently met up with a guy whom ive met over planet romeo. Of course, meet-ups through that usually is just a euphemism for sex; still my standing rule is that we meet first and check each other out before actually deciding to go horizontal--under the guise of finding chemistry, it allows for both parties to make a hasty but decent exit should expectations fall short. most of the time it also is a good way to at least put some semblance of a personality to the one i'm going to suck.

it also puts a personality to me--and that can lead to trouble.

let's call him Adam.
Adam was the typical 35-40ish gay guy, cute, a bit on the stocky side, with some flair, intelligent, independent, has a good opinion on things, and has his share of baggage. we met at a bar in quezon city. we talked and after the first feeble attempts at making a connection, things were gaining traction. he would talk about his life, his travels, his meet-ups, his views on life and being gay in the city--i was pretty much doing the listening part, which was perfectly fine with me.

i gave the mandatory talk about myself--my work, my daily routine, and my meet-ups which of course had me clearing things up that i was in this usually for the play; but friendships are always open. the one thing i cant offer is a relationship (as i was already in one)

halfway through a bottle of San Mig light, Adam said something that gave him a different color. in my eyes, suddenly here was a man who was deeper, had shades of gray, and not exactly as cheery as he first presented himself. that's when things got interesting.


amidst his flirtatious one-liners, i would listen to him and try find out a bit more of Adam. the night progressed and here was I suddenly losing my grip on my defenses. i usually get into meet-ups with a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am attitude, but this time, at the back of my head i was ok with just listening to Adam--the sex would just be a bonus. i had totally forgotten of why i was there, the role i was given, or more aptly, i didnt care.

As we finished a bucket of beer, buzz was already brewing, he starts flirting, i respond. then he leans in for a kiss, i meet him and give him a soft kiss--a kiss reserved when my defenses are down. and then he goes "kaso player ka eh--you're a sexual predator"

W...T...F?!?!

i back off and start to compose myself. in my head this was a done night. I didnt know how to react. had i been in let's fuck mode, i would have given a flirty comeback line ("well, it seems i made a catch then") but i had forgotten my role. I managed a flimsy "ah..ok" before taking a face-saving sip from nearly empty bottle of beer. we start talking again , but i was already out of it. went home dejected and confused.

i didnt exactly know what to feel at the onset of his words. honored that i was seen as this guy who could easily take down anybody i want? hurt? proud? rejected? cocky?
i knew i had cleared things up that i was a player--and while his words hurt, i see the truth in it. the thing that bothered me was that his words were full of judgement. i couldnt be because i was a player. a predator and by my nature i would be out to get him. what hurt was that i wasnt given a chance to be a person, to show him that there was more to me than being a player. all of myself didnt matter because i was a player.

for the next couple of days, the thought bothered me. after talking it over with a friend, i realized that my fault was that i had lost the objective of that meeting. Adam didnt want to see a person, he wanted to see a guy ready for action. At some point i gave up on that and wanted to be a person in Adam's eyes. it wasn't the place nor the time to be a person. Adam messaged a headless, half-naked guy over a gay networking site, i failed to play that role.

now i understand what a "friend' had told me over a party. we had just finished making out and we were on the way to being friends. but he tells me "it's hard to put you in the friend zone, because that would mean losing the sex. i love making out with you and bringing you over to the friend zone can mean knowing stuff and bursting bubbles."

i had resolved since last year to be explore my social side, be more friendly, and do more friend-stuff; but the sex always seem to get in the way.

after all this, i have to accept that there's a role i'm expected to play. it doesnt mean i am all but nothing but that role, but that is what the (gay) world expects to see. if a few ones come in to look for more, then i'd be grateful, but i cant take it against people like Adam for expecting to see the half-naked predator at a hunt.

Intermission's over. curtain's up, Manila Raunch. the audience is waiting.

RIBBON

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LESS TALK...

It's not unusual for me to receive flak whe it comes to my views regarding sex. Of course there will alwys be those who prefer the get to know you, the talk that leads to the sex...but sometimes it just doesnt work.

Today, at the gym, i met a gym mate who was also a past encounter. the encounter was, as usual, technically anonymous--we dont know each other, we dont talk, we just share gym space and we suck each other off. this time however, i tried to be a bit friendly. while we were both getting ready for gym, i tell him that he has lost some weight; and that when it happened. I should have kept my mouth sht, i should have respected the code of anonymous sex, but no. to my feeble attempt at small talk he answers how he has avery good metabolism and how he's in control of his body and basically a monologue on how good he is at his bod. uhrm....dude you lost weight, i didnt say you were scorching.



of course the correct response would have been to say thanks, be a bit self depracating, then say "well, i have to _____(insert verb here)" and move on. but no, he had to talk about himself.

and now, i have an idea of how he is as a person, and that affects how i think of him as a fuckbud. he wasnt exactly scorching, but he was hot enough to make sauna time fun. and now it's sorta gone...damnit!

and that kiddies is why i prefer anonymous sex.. i wont know you, i cant judge you. but you can fuck me. damn.

FB on FB

Everybody's favorite fuck buddy is now on Facebook.

look for manila raunch on the social networking giant

defining moments

a lot of people believe in the adage "tell me who your friends are and i'll tell you who you are" but then again, consider these moments:

saw my partner's couple friends in a bath house, well, much as it was awkward, they kinda know that the partner has allowed me to play around so i was able to manage through the sticky situation; ut then again it gets a bit more awkward. friend one starts to talk and star some light chit chat about how i was doing withmy workouts and the progress ive done. then it happened, as we talk about gym and the gains ive gotten, he starts to touch me--and starts to hit on me. ohhhh-kaaayyyy...then his partner (who also happens to be my partner's friend) joins us and doesnt mind that his partner flirts with me annnnddddd....he starts to join in the flirting...a few more touching and ive got an invite for a threesome.....yup ive got an invite for a threesome with partner's friends.

lately, ive been talking with another of partner's friend. we get into the conversation about gym. at first it seemed as if he wanted to get tips or a few pointers or maybe just share notes; then bam! he tells me he wants to sleep with me.

now, these guys aren't bad looking. at all. they're quite lookers in their own right, and the men behind these looks just make the package a lot more inviting. im not exactly one to be moral especially when it comes to sex (heck what right do i have?!)but somehow there's something iffy about sleeping with partner's friends. it feels like true-blue backstabbing.

am i being...? y'know? what would u do?

unedited

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UNSEEN

much as i love porn,it can sometimes get boring. Even the ones from my fave studios sometimes hit a wall when it comes to thinking what to put onscreen. the basic fuck and suck can be generic. moreso when the actors onscreen aren't into it.

however, when it's inspired it just gets you to the edge faster than the thought of mario lopez kneeling in front of you. the best scenes usually comes from a great mix of imagination--that of the director and the viewer. while great scenes involve great nice shotsof the action,there should also be room for the viewer to make his own scenes in his mind. far from being spoon-feeding; the scene should open the viewer's mind as to what if he was there, what if it happened to him. what works is not just what is onscreen but what could be when the video is turned off.

from slut machine video's Anon (anonymous sex), a scene comes that is inspired, out-of-the box and just lends itself to various incarnations on and off screen. for a video that works on the premise of anonymous sex, the easiest route would be to blindfold bottoms and ask guys to fuck and dump their loads and call it a day. frankly, it wouldnt be bad, easy, expected but not bad. well slutmachine decided to turn it over his head. they decided to blindfold the top, tie him to a chair and ask a power-cumwhore-bottom, Domink Rider to plunge the hard cock in his hole. this time, it's the top who is out of control, and the bottom who takes the reins--no sight, no touch unless the bottom wants it.

it is with these kinds of scenes that put my mind in overdrive. my mind starts working on the different incarnations of this theme:
• tie the top on a chair without a blindfold, get him hard, get fucked a bit, bring him to the edge then stop abruptly, until he begs for the bottom to sit on him till he cums
• tie the top with a blindfold and do the same as in the video
• tie the top with blindfold and ask several bottoms to take turns using him and his pole
• tie the top without a blindfold and have several bottoms use him until he begs to fuck someone

now where do we get a top who's wiling to get tied up

BOY TOY

im not a big fan of toys. much as i am into sex, i cant shake off the fact that it's an inanimate object. i only go for toys when someone uses them on me or if im using it on myself while being watched. i think more than the actual sex, i really get off on knowing im pleasuring someone.

having my personal opinion however does not and should not stop people from enjoying what they like and for some it's toys.

the nintendo wii revolutionized the gaming industry when it created a system that lets people virtually be involved in the game they play. well it was only a matter of time before someone brought the interactivity concept to the sexual arena.

the real touch is a device that connects with your computer and to several videos i its website. the machine is preprogrammed with the videos in the site so it tightens, and moves in sync with the scenes on the video. the device also has a lube reservoir taht you fill with lube to provide wetness and heating element that warms up to body temperature--all to give the most lifelike experience.



while im not a big fan of toys,i think it's interesting to see how this machine would fare as far as affecting the whole sexual landscape. would men opt to use it with their porn, would it mean lesser hook-ups? would it change the dynamics of sex?
personally i prefer the real thing. while the machine may not give you drama and attitude, i doubt if it spits back, tells you to fuck harder, or shouts when they're about to come.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER

sometimes playing kinky can get messy, but sometimes it's really the mess that one looks for.

kids, here's our word for the day: butter-churning or cream-churning. normally it refers to constant whipping/folding of cream to turn it into butter. it takes a steady, forceful going up and down till the cream's fat comes together and separates from the liquid (buttermilk.) it is usually done with a barrel with a pole sticking through it. the pole is agitated up and down to break dow the cream's fat molecules.


for our kinky purposes, butter-churning refers to the moment when a bottom, who's already been fucked and filled with cum, continues to get fucked and all the cum inside his hole gets mixed and start to leak out of his hole.
of course the kinky part of this is that the idea that even before you can churn butter, it means the bottom gets into some hardcore gangbang, with several tops using him as a cum dump. the sleaziness doesnt stop with the bottom as the tops themselves should be comfortable with using a bottom's who gets all messy with the cum plus the fact that they will technically using each other's cum as lube. personally i know a few guys who get off on that.



of course it gets messy, with all that cum from different men mixing with some ass juice leaking from the bottom. but clean-up is a breeze, just lick it up!

X

damn!hot men. in ther skivvies. with filthy mouths. now all i need is lube. lots and lots of lube.

THE SEARCH

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PRESSURE POINTS

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RAUNCH REVIEW: SUMMERBOYS

as a purveyor of things raunchy and sexual, ive had my share of watching gyrating men, branching their skimpy and often see-through skivvies in front of an audience. there's something very "transcendental" about these dances. The dancers often put themselves in a trance to get through the dance but also manage to entice and bring the audience to more private place in their minds. not so much hypnotic, but for a dancer to succeed, ive always thought that it takes more than a big dick to do that--energy, charisma and the capacity to put on a make-believe world for his audience within a 3-4 minute track.

sad to say, such a make-believe world easily happens more on stage than on the film, SummerBoys.

the direct-to-video flick seems promising in its trailer and cover. the requisite hunky men most of which already have starred in gay-indie flicks are in it. the premise of these hunky men cavorting in the sweltering heat of summer also provides a good environment for imagination to run wild.

the film starts off with the question of what men do during the summer and plays out the visual story of a barkada who visits a friend in the province and spends summer there. it takes us from the boys getting to the place, two of them picking fruits, a basketball scene, a nightfall by the river scene and of course a pool scene. the camera does a great work of following the boys, most especially their bodies in various stages of nakedness. however, that's all there is to it--great camera work. the boys fail to connect with the camera; they go through the motions and quite convincingly do the oblivious to the camera stance right--a way too oblivious though. they fail to entice the viewer to take part of the visual feast that is their bodies. the camera moves nicely, slowing and focusing where it needs to focus but the actors remain static. like a bad dancer, this is one of those whom one knows is just too eager to get off the stage.

lastly having said that, here's a very personal opinion--and maybe ive watched too many porn, but when i get a direct-to-video flick i expect some cock shot. true, one of the actors (jeff luna) showed it but what about the other guys? come on, direct to video stuff doesnt get as much strict rules as TV or movies, so why scrimp on the skin? even the pool scenes, showed them boys in skimpy tight trunks but not one of them had a hard-on. sorry, but these types of videos are obviously sold on the point of carnal desires--so why pull back?

films are supposed to connect and bring us to a make-believe world. and when the make-believe world is something as basic as our instincts, a lot of us would think it's really easy. truth be told, it takes sensitivity to make out the subtle stuff that allows us to connect to one another. sadly it's the one thing summerboys missed

THE REP

lately friends have been propping up asking for certain things: one asking for the newest bar, the other for the hottest cruising ground and the other wanted to try a massage parlor. normally i just answer them, but lately it got me into thinking: why is it that im beginning to be everyone's directory service for all things lustful?

Honestly, i do know the answer. I cultivated this whole persona of sex and lust--organizer of the hottest orgies (yes, i hold that distnction) sauna habitue, internet hottie/easy boy, etc. but nothing more than a purveyor of carnal leisures. people look for me when they seek to address their dark sexual desires and leave when they need to tend to their normal selves.

i know i cultivated the persona to protect myself. the chances of disappointment and hurt are greater when it was about me, all of me. so i opted to share only my sexual side--nothing to judge, nothing to disappoint, nothing to hurt--after all sex is just sex. and for the longest time it worked. people liked that i was all sex, and i liked it that i couldnt get hurt nor disappointed in this sphere. moreso when i became this "name" that had people talking (what was he doing, was it real, etc.) i enjoyed the vicarious attention.

but lately the down side also hit me, to these people i am nothing more than their vicarious ride,their go-to guy for the carnal pursuits. when the hormones recede, i slink back to the shadows.

i begin to wonder know if ive sold myself short. did i hold back too much. did i shut the doors way too much that even now i begin to be claustrophobic of the room i had let myself in.

something tells me that its best to keep to the shadows and just let life play itself out. while i would like to be more congenial and friendly, i understand that it would take really strong people to take on me and my other side. judgments and prejudices aside, it's not going to be easy to know me and like me--all of me.

THE PLAN

i was chatting with a "friend" the chat got a little hot and it got to a point where we discuss having a three-way with another "friend." alas skeds are not exactly friendly to all of us and thus the 3way has to wait. in the meantime, we chatted about our fantasies, of waht we would like to do to each other. i figured the fantasy chat needed a blog entry version.
let's call the "friends" Paul and Billy.

Paul is versa while Billy's top. i figured it would be best if the threeway started with a threeway kiss that leads to Paul going down to suck the other two. then i'd go down to share Billy's shaft with Paul, kissing and taking turns sucking Billy. then id let Paul go up to kiss Billy while id have my time sucking on two cocks in front of me. it wouldnt take long before Paul and Billy would have me on lying on my back, as they take turns eating my hole. I would love it when both of their tongues find their way inside me. As heated as it would get, Paul would be the first to use me, plunging his shaft down my hole while Billy sits on my face and lets me have my way with his hole. then billy wouldnt be able to take it any longer and would lie on his back as i straddle him and sit on his shaft. paul would watch as billy's cock disappear in my hole; he then tke hold of billy's cock, suck on it making sure t was wet before guiding it inside me. after lapping up some of billy's cock, paul would position himself so they could double fuck me. it's gonna be a mind blowing scene as two bare cocks go inside me and fuck me in unison.

soon it would be too much for me and ask paul to fuck me first while i suck on billy. billy would watch as paul plunges his rod inside me hard and rough. when it gets to the point of no return, paul shoots his seed inside me, then pulls out to let some of his cream drip on my hole. Billy, would only be too willing to take his turn at my hole, knowing that he has a fetish for using someone else's cum as lube. Paul would let me clean up his dick by shoving it in my mouth as Billy mercilessly pounds on my hole. It wouldnt take long before Billy seeds my inside. As Billy pulls out, Paul stands by to lick up the cream left, he'd put his finger in to get more cream. he's ask me to push out all that seed; his hungry mouth waiting for that prized cream. when he gets all of it, he comes up to me and spits some of the seed into my mouth, letting me taste all that mixed juice. Billy would only betoo willing to join and taste his own milk mixed with Paul's. we'd then spend the rest of the time licking and lapping the mix till we're wasted.

Fizz n Kiss

ive always hemmed and hawed about not being friendly enough and having my share of insecurities that keep me from being a sociable person.

i think ive found the solution: alcohol.

there's a reason they call it a social lubricant, and boy, does it work for me.

went to a bar last night and saw some friends plus met some new ones. early i the night i was a bit on the quiet side--keeping to myself or talking only to those i knew. it wasnt until ive had a couple of drinks that things got interesting.

since it was getting a bit too noisy for me, i decided to join a friend in the so-called smoking room of the bar (really, just an open-air backroom of the place) we talked and got to flirt around and then bam! we kissed. we stopped only when someone would go in for a smoke--of course we'd pretend we were there to smoke and talk; id go out and get a drink; go back and continue talking, the other guy would leave and we'd continue kissing. and maybe it was because of the alcohol plus all that flirting and kissing, that i got pushed down to suck him. we had to be fast about it and actually didnt finish because we didnt wnt to get caught.

As the night progressed, more alcohol flowed, and heat started to build up, more people would go into the smoking room and chat--that led to flirting, that led to kissing. it got so bad (or good) that at one point two couples were kissing in the room then would switch partners. from my point of view, my world, this was pretty normal stuff--but i guess its knowing that these are friends and crossing the line, treading unchartered waters make it really scorching.

ok back to the social lubricating part, ive noticed that i have the capacity to be the life of the party with the right amount of alcohol. i got really wasted and drunk, but i also remember having the courage to introduce myself to people, with nary a thought if i could stand head-to-head with them. also, i seemed to let go of my own insecurities and focus on listening to people and hearing what they had to offer. it was liberating.

the bad side is that too much alcohol gets me too friendly. i recall kissing a guy in the smoking room, just about 10 minutes after meeting his partner. not a bad thing, but i also remember going up to a long-time crush and telling him upfront that ive had a crush on him for quite some time--and kissed him, good thing, he kissed back. and i vaguely remember trading kisses for a bottle of wine.

last night was good, laughter, music, friends and kisses. but for me, it was good that i found a way to come out of my shell, if only i could temper my drinking (but then again, where's the fun in that?!?)

Entitlement

was supposed to have a booty call; but didnt push through with it.
i actually went and met the guy: mature guy, balding with hints of salt and pepper on the remaining hair, yet fit and looked like he knows how to take care of his bod; not much of a looker but could definitely live with it. i was preparing my mind to be ready for it when he lets out a bomb, he asks: ikaw ba talaga yug nasa pic sa site?

WTF?! how dare this guy ask me if that was me in the pics when he wasnt exactly mr.wonderful

still my mind gave him the benefit of the doubt. maybe he meant it as a compliment, like "i cant believe it really is you". so i let it go.

we start walking and he asks where we would do it. i told him there were a lot of places around. then he tells me i should get/buy condoms and lube. well hello! straw meet camel's back.

why is it that most top guys think it's the bottom's concern to get condoms and lube. isnt sex a consensual thing and therefore you are responsible for your own actions? why is it left to the bottom to take care of things? are top guys just supposed to arrive and stick it in? what i really hate about this attitude is the smugness--"top ako eh, so ang bottom ang dapat magdala" so utang na loob pa naming mga bottom pag kinantot kami?!?!

sorry but not all bottoms are desperate for a fuck.

and so i gave the lamest excuse: someone texted, emergency. rain check.

S or S

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check your baggage at the door

maybe it's the new year or whatever, but ive been lately feeling the need for a change and a broadening of horizons. so upon the invite of mcvie, I went to a party last night, the social kind, not the chemical nor physical kind im usually used to.

the highlights:
lots of cute brainy nice guys!
good amount of booze--cant go wrong with Patron
totally blown away by the singers (im always jealous of people who can carry a tune)
the place is very nice--out of the way, intimate but not too out of the way

the lowlights:
i REALLY need practice in the fine art of socializing
a lot of insecurities came forth but thats another entry altogether
need to get out of my comfort zone

at the end of the party, i realized i really need to evolve and explore a bit further. having said that, its not going to be easy, my comfort zone is such a good place for me and it's easy to fall back into old ways. plus the fact that it has something to do with my set of insecurities, and i think that'll be the harder part of the game.

in any case, that's what new years are for.

novelty

when youve become a regular face at the gym, it becomes kinda hard to get some action. let's face it, one loses his novelty, no matter the sucking prowess. in a world, where the thrill is in hooking up in a really fast way and not get caught, novelty is priceless.
still, you get some here and there.

during one of my last gym visits, i was with my trainer on the floor when this chinito kid showed up and had the look in his eyes. instantly i knew he was eyeing me, and when it's a chinito guy whose fit is offering himself, no just bolts out the door in defeat. after my training, and i went to the showers and sauna, i didnt really expect him since last i checked he was still at the floor. 5 minutes later he was in the sauna. now things are going to be interesting...except that there was another guy in the sauna.

so we waited, exchanging meaningful lust-filled glances while waiting for the other guy to get the hint to leave. thankfully, he leaves. we jumped into action, or more accurately he did. he moved my towel and started to go down. he was good. now the thing is, im not exactly good with being at the receiving end of oral service; plus the fact that we had to be fast about it, lest we get other sauna -users in there. so i helped myself, yet he wouldnt leave. he would flick his tongue while i handled things manually. soon, i tell him im near. i usually say this as a matter of respect and foresight. hey lets face it, some people like it, some people dont--so best that hey know what they'll be getting in a few seconds. i expected him to pull away, but he went at it even harder and took everything in. whoa! trooper!

the surprise actually heated things up for me; as he pulled away, he spat it out; i think he thought things were done, but seeing him take everything in only made me hot, so i pulled him towards me and kissed him. yep with some of me still in his mouth. we shared. i actually wanted him to finish but as luck would have it someone came in so we had to cut things short.

next chance i saw him, he was already dressing up.

we were both novelty to each other; but with what he did, i dont mind him becoming an constant favorite.

Discovery Night

All in one night:

1) Monday-extended long weekends dont work party-wise. You'd think because it's a 3-day weekend, bars would extend their party nights to a Sunday, given that Mondays are still off, but no. bars are closed and even malls keep their 9pm closing sched because it's a Sunday.

2)the kids are partying longer, harder, and way drunk-er. Ended in a club for straight people. it was a sunday but they had a good crowd for a Sunday. there were enough people to make a party. and they were young. young enough to get you in trouble with DSWD and Bantay Bata. but they sure looked good, especially the girls. they were dressed to their eight-and-a halfs. im gay and even i could see that they were hot!

We went in around 12 midnight and some of them were already doused with alcohol. heck, some tables even had empty bottles of tequila. can somebody get their ID please?

3)Gay men have the better music. There were enough people to make a party and surely there was enough alcohol to get everyone on their feet, but without the right music it just doesnt fly. the DJ kept playing mashed-up and remixes but of music that werent even rleased as singles; so it was kinda tough to relate. where was ne-yo? sean kingston? usher? and lady gaga came only at around 230am? WTH?!?!?

4) Striaght men cant dance. fran derescher's "oye" just played in my mind. the girls are already doused in alcohol, wearing short, slinging to the body dresses--it takes one push to get them to bed. but when straight men dance like that, everything just gets thrown out the window. and im not talking about one particular group of men. it was the whole floor. the rhythm just dont cut it. here's a tip: stick to the sway, side to side and the girls will be ok with it. no matter what everybody says, dont get jiggy with it.

one night only (?)

big party. free flowing booze. music to dance to.
it was almost inevitable that sparks would fly. well, at least the kind that you see when you're drunk. so there we were dancing our asses off in our own separate groups. separate but close enough to eye each other, share smiles and thank gawd for the alcohol got over our fears and said hi to each other, actually it was me who approached and introduced myself. he was cute and all. soon, one of his girl friend comes over and introduces herself and proceeds to introduce him to me, unaware that names have been exchanged. thats when i knew he was into me as well.

a few more moments and he asks me to got out of the tent and talk a while. shared our own stories and soon we were kissing. exchanged numbers and went our own ways.

thing is, neither of us texted nor called each other after that. maybe the old fears came back along with the sobriety. maybe the realities set in along with the headaches. or maybe its just really meant for one night.

Rediscover

Currently out of manila for a massive summit. for years, ive fashioned myself as a home buddy. i dont go out, dont smoke, dont drink kind of guy. before that i was a party guy--out every saturday night and not calling it over till the suns rays are visible. then i fell in love, went domesticated and slowly eased myself out of the party life. and then the summit commenced.

With parties happening every night, left and right, mostly open bar, it was inevitable that my party side would be unleashed. smoke, alcohol and the values of vices--theyre all in my system. never thought id find that side of me again, but it's there--just waiting to be rediscovered. and as the burger says: im lovin it

Pacquiao-in ang Hermes!

Sunday November 15 2009

A few minutes before the Pacquiao-Cotto fight. the rest of the nation stands still as they root and cheer for a favorite son, as well as their projected selves on the worldwide stage. Manny has had his time in the spotlight, too much even. This is no longer about Manny, this is about the Filipino showing the world that they cannot be put down.

Over at Facebook, a friend's status: "XXXXX is excited about the Hermes event this Dec!"

Wala na bang iba-bakla ito?

WTF COMELEC?!

Comelec did not allow Ang Ladlad, the gay party-list group, to join in next year's elections. the decision said that the focus of Ladlad promoted homosexuality and thus immoral acts. as guardians of society, they cannot allow that to happen

in essence what they wanted to say was that gay men and women cant be together and do something good. a group of gay people would end up doing immoral acts.

Mr. SOMEWHAT POPULAR

Lately ive been quite a talkaive guy at the gym, joking around with fellow gym goers and my trainer. We can get pretty loud.
Thing is, i think being quite a point of attention is hurting my sauna action plan. I think most of the action happens because of the mystery and suspense that fills the sauna. silence is key.

Friend Me

some people make friends easily. i dont
i always envy people who make friends or have the guts to just talk to people. i used to think it was a skill, but somehow i realized that it wasnt really a skill. i just have a lot of baggage.

i think it stems from the fact that im not a big fan of rejection, plus the knowledge that i can be quite insensitive and acerbic. so when meeting new people, i usually just shut up and observe first how to join the conversation. i try to see first just how much of me they can take and temper my personality for them.

much as i tell myself that people's judgment dont bother me, i found out that actually it does. thats why id rather keep my thoughts to myself or temper them according to who im speaking to. then again the act of tempering thoughts according to what i think of them is also a judgment. who knew making friends can be so judgmental?

10

Fuck the dichotomy.
if people find out then they just have to deal with me. all of me.