My
last shag before that groupie thing was Christmas day… and that I didn’t
enjoy the groupie thing. So, could you blame me?
When
Fam read my New Year’s resolutions (I
Will), she asked me what if I don’t get myself a boyfriend? I told her
I’m working on it. She insisted on the question, asking what if I don’t
get one? Then I won’t be having any, I answered.
“You could do that?” she asked with so much skepticism.
“I don’t know and I don’t really want to find out, so I’m
looking.”
“What if after six months, still no boyfriend…?”
“Am I that pangit (ugly, unattractive)?” I asked her.
But
indeed, what if…? Finding a boyfriend… someone who would like to stand
still with you is no easy task. Sure, someone might want to stand still with
you or that you’d find someone you want to stand still with… the thing
is would it be mutual? Or should we boot mutual too and settle…?
Needless
to say, I’m horny. I need to get laid already. Funny, when it was there
and was presented with six choices (groupie thing) I wasn’t feeling it…
and now that I have no one… I need to get laid badly!
I logged in MIRC and found Gio, or, at least, that’s what he said
his name was… and after the usual questions: age, sex, location, and
stats, and exchanged of pictures to see how we look like and if we like, we
agreed to meet for a shag. Seven o’clock in the evening I was at his
place.
He
looked good. He was about my height, if not, just a little taller. Fair skin
tone… slim body… I noticed a book by his bedside table. Does he read, or
was that just there? (I don’t know, as a decoration. You’d be surprise!
Imelda Marcos’ house in Leyte had this library, well you would think
it’s a library because it contains lots of book. When you examine it, like
pulling one book out… you’d find out that they were fake.)
He
took off his shirt and jumped into bed. Don’t you always find this moment
usually awkward? I always do and to combat it, I just have to ignore it and
move. I was to kiss him already when he stopped me and said we talk first…
Okay…
What
was there to talk about?
I
asked him if he had done a groupie thing.
He
said yes…
I
told him that I did one for the first time last Saturday. Then, I added, I
didn’t like it as I thought he might get the impression that I’m
implying something. I wasn’t. I asked him where. He didn’t want to say.
He asked me how many were we. I said seven and asked him back the same
question. He answered many. Nice conversation.
I
asked him where he was from and how long have he been staying in the city.
He said from Bulacan and that he have been in the city for a year now. This
was my new curiosity… Where do horny gay men in the province go?
Perhaps I should know, since I grew up in Dagupan City. And I think I
do know… well, I heard about this old movie house… I just heard, never
been too. I was young and scared! And yes, I did hear a lot of gay happening
around my college campus… but never did I take part on it.
Didn’t I tell you that I only had sex when I got here in Manila and
that I was twenty-one already. Why would I lie about this when I think that
was utterly shameful? Not that I’m saying being a virgin is shameful…
that’s just me.
So where do horny gay men in the province go, at least, in Bulacan?
He said he had no idea. I think he was lying.
As
we were having a “great conversation”… I was playing with his nipple.
I was lying next to him in bed, facing him while he was laying flat. He
asked me what was I doing? Yah…
I took my hand off and went to lay flat on the bed as he was.
I
reached for the book at the bedside table. Read the cover… I forgot the
title and who wrote it—well, it wasn’t known—okay, maybe to my world
the book was unknown. Well, it was of dwarves, elves, magic and all those
stuff set in a time unknown, in a place far far off… how far, I hope
further than far enough! “Do
you really read?” I asked. He said yes after hesitating. I don’t know
why. This one, I asked. He nodded.
Okay, maybe his genre of literature was so… so… how do I put this
without offending people…? Ah, forget it! Nerdy! Come on, I would
understand a high school student reading those but boot it when you get to
college! But, at least, he reads…
I asked him if it was a good book. He said he hated that book. He
doesn’t even care if he doesn’t finish it. Actually, he had started
reading that book but found it lousy so he had been reading other books
instead. He just finished “De Vince Code”.
“Have
you read it?”
“I don’t intend to… the media hype made me sick of it
already.”
“It was a wonderful book, really interesting.”
“I’m skeptic enough about the Roman Catholic Church already.
Beside, I can’t finish a whole novel now, I rather collection of short
stories… anthologies.”
So,
he looks good, same body type, working, have a place of his own where we
could shag anytime we might want it or need to… we have something in
common: passion for reading. And, less than thirty minutes away from home…
so boyfriend material!
The
phone was ringing outside. He excused himself to get it, as it won’t
cease. As he was gone, I thought I should take my shirt off already as it
was getting wrinkled from laying down (and I figured it might later).
So, I was half naked already when he got back. Asked me if he should
leave the lights on. I shook my head and no longer could I see… I just
felt him. He held me, my mouth on his chest, my tongue trailing his body,
and my fingers caressing his back.
He just held me…
I thought perhaps he needs time to be turned on and that if he gets
turned on, he would start to reciprocate. So I went working on him,
bettering my strokes. Stroke his dick, brought it to erection… but still
nothing from him.
I don’t like giving heads. It’s not my favorite in the menu but I
order it from time to time and specially of desperate situation… This one
calls for it. So, from his ears, my tongue trailed down to his neck, down to
his chest, his stomach, to his navel, and “hello, tough guy!”
My efforts paid off, just a few bobbing; he was squirming and moaning
from sheer pleasure. In a few second he pulled me up and turned me to my
stomach… I guess you know what does that means… No problem… I even
thought I might enjoy it… I thought specially when he started lubricating
me with lotion as he finger fuck me… but then…
Bang, bang, bang… ooh, you’re so good, you’re so tight… bang,
bang, bang… oh… ah… oh… bang, bang, bang… I’m coming… ah…
Need I say more…?
