... to Chocolates... (Part Deux)

After the movie, I was supposed to meet my best friends in Trinoma for our Saturday dinner. I was expecting us to part ways at the MRT Station; he had other ideas in mind. He invited me to go to his cousin's place, which was a short bus ride away from Trinoma. Since I had time to spare, I went with him.

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We were in the bus (ordinary bus, at that), I was sitting near the window, lost in my own thoughts, thinking of the repercussions of our "date', the winds tussling my hair, when suddenly, I heard his voice.

"Ang gwapo mo talaga."

I looked at him and smiled. "What?"

"Wala." And he smiled.

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We got to his cousin's place. The cousin and i hit it off right away, I was laughing at his jokes, he was teasing Ricky and me. The cousin kept on asking if we liked each other, which I candidly answered (with a YES, of course), and he evaded. I canceled dinner with my friends, and spent the night at their place. I slept on the bed, Ricky slept on the sofa.

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The next day, I went to him. He got up, smiled, and greeted me a good morning. I greeted him by tickling him. I felt playful, and asked him to kiss me. To my surprise, he did.

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I was preparing to leave, when he stopped me.

"Punta kami kay Lola, sama ka."

"Ha?" Here, my heart was beating. Is he going to introduce me to his family now? Wow, bilis ah. and to think that he was not out. "Nakakahiya, tingnan mo itsura ko oh."

"Bakit? Okay naman ah. Sasama ka na."

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I clicked with his entire family. The aunts and uncles liked me, the grandmother adored me, and even the family dogs accepted me. I was in the center of the circle, and out of the blue, he sent me a text message.

"Muah."

From Hearts... (Part Un)

It started as a harmless crush- Ricky (a name my bestfriend and I came up with), standing by the testing booth while I was applying for a position within the company. Our first interaction was me borrowing a pen from him, and him sternly reminding me to return the pen after. His first impression of me- cute, my first impression of him- closeted fag. He wasn't that hot, no, he wasn't hot at all, but he was funny and charming. and nice.

I remember coordinating directly with him for the first six months of work. We reported directly to one boss, and would interact daily. I remember my heart jumping giddily every time he would talk to me, every time he would smile at me, every time he would ask me to call someone. I remember saving his text messages, albeit me being with O. It was mild flirtation at best, nothing more, nothing less.

Almost a year passed. I planned to resign, he tried to stop me. He called me the Heart of the Company, and pleaded me to stay. So I did.

We grew closer, spending time doing overtime, laughing. Until one day, months after O left for Dubai, months of longing and missing having a lover, I opened up to him. We were exchanging text messages for hours, until we came up with this:

Me: I'm lonely. I miss O.
Him: Let's watch a movie tomorrow. Muah.
Me: Muah?
Him: Oo (yes), muah.
Me: Muah :)
Him: Wag mo na lang sabihin sa iba ha. (Don't tell anyone, okay?)

We watched Alvin and the Chipmunks.

And thus began our office romance, one year and a half in the making.

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Tall, Dark, and Yummy

My second all the way was one of the most satisfying encounters. I remember him fondly because he fit the ideal profile- tall, dark, and yummy. as in. machete levels, only taller. He had the right bumps in the right places. right, left, up, down. my god.

I got his number from a yahoogroup i was previously part of, and we decided to meet on a Sunday.

We met. He said hi, I said wow. And then he took off his shirt.

Tall. Dark brown skin. Chiseled face- scratch that- chiseled everything.

Hello, muscles.

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He went to the bed, I went to him. After a few rounds of kissing, licking, kissing, pushing, kissing, grappling, kissing, straddling, and kissing, he pushed me, pinned me with his drool-worthy body, and removed his briefs. and then the world stopped.

i think i forgot how to breathe, then literally did not breathe, while, you know. throat + 6.5 inches = throat exercises.

after that, he pulled me up, and pushed me down, telling- no, commanding me- to get on my knees and hands. He aimed, I held my breath, and he began to thrust like mad. My muscles contracted and I panicked (mind you, he was the first sexual partner after O), but I gradually relaxed and loosened up (haha) a bit.

After that, he pushed me down, turned me over, and pulled my legs over his shoulders. It was the most painful and most pleasurable feeling, seeing the muscles in his chest and stomach contracting, the glorious color of his skin glistening with sweat. He thrust and pounded, I screamed and moaned, and after a few minutes, he let out a loud, guttural moan (which still excites me til now), pumped wildly, and came. He rested on top of me, panting. The smell of him, intoxicating.

He showered. I left. And had the most amazing glow.

O and my First Time

I lost my virginity to O, who I thought would be with me for the rest of my life (oh the follies of youth), because I wanted my first time to be with someone I love. We did the entire married life stint- we lived under one roof (errr.. lived in one small apartment), washed our clothes together (he did more of the washing, i did more of the watching and hanging), bought food together, and had screaming bouts with our ex-landlady together. everything. we did everything and it was pure marital bliss.

And as two homos who were crazily in love and in lust with each other, we did it. I gave my cherry to him and he popped it excitedly. Too excitedly, in fact, that I didn't actually enjoy it that much. Giving my prized fruit to him gave me pleasure yes, but it was more psychological. To be fair though, he was my first all-the-way top, and I was his all-the-way bottom. It was the first time for the both of us to go all the way, and we didn't know jack about what we were doing.

It was very awkward, and now, I guess, hilarious. The target was up, his gun was cocked and loaded, but we couldn't get the perfect aim. Positions changed, sweat dropped, frustration mounted, but love overcame. and so did he. We finally managed to do it, and after our first bout of love-making, we ended up hugging each other, laughing.

Painful as it was, I still look back to that night, that first night we did it, with love in my heart, a twinkle in my eye, and a nudge from my *ehem*.

And so began my sexual awakening.

I was virgin no more.

*this happened way back in January 2007. O and I parted ways when he decided to go to Dubai to work. He is still in Dubai.

How I Met O

My first all-the-way experience was with O, an ex.

This is how I met him.

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I was with my bestfriend's then-boyfriend-now-ex in Landmark, walking around, looking for gifts. We were in line already, gifts and my then-abundant-now-sparse cash in hand, when I noticed someone giving me the look. Disinterested at boys at that time, I ignored him. But my bestfriend's then-boyfriend-now-ex spotted him giving me the look, so he egged me to play along.

Seeing no harm in it, I decided to go back into the store, albeit finishing my purchase. I gave him the look, and went deeper into the store. As expected, he followed me, his purchase in hand. Funny thing was, I expected him to approach me, but the complete opposite happened. With just a few steps away from me, he veered to his left, which surprised me (I was all "Uh, what just happened?" So I turned left, and pretended to look at the stuff there, while waiting for him to make his move.

Again, a few steps away from me, and he turned to another direction. Aha, so that's how you want to play pala ha. I followed him, stopped, pretended, and as predicted, he switched directions again. After playing this game for a couple of rounds, Fate intervened (in retrospect, I imagine Fate saying, "Ang lalandi ninyong dalawa, mga bakla kayo. Itong sa inyo.") and made our paths cross. He turned to left, and I turned right, and we ended up heading towards each other.

And the rest is history.

Boys, Sex, and Boys

Boys make my world go round, i love them, they fuck me, i love them when they fuck me.

I created this blog primarily to store my memories of the boys who loved me, boys who fucked me, boys who said they loved me but ended up fucking me, boys who said they wanted to fuck me but ended up loving me, and everyone in between.

So that when I'm old and gray, and when my partner is old and gray and viagra-dependent, I could look back and read these entries, and say to myself. "Shet, bakla, ang libog mo."

I can't wait to fill this in. with entries, mind you. haha

Intro

I guess I should start this with a brief intro.

Hi, I'm *****, 23 years old, and I love sex!

yuck, parang pang Alcoholics Anonymous.

Let's try with:

Hi, I'm *****, 23 years old, and I live in Makati. I'm an HR practitioner, and am currently working with a start-up BPO.

and I love sex!

haha. i give up. I hate intros.