Saturday, 29 March 2008

Pictures Dahil Wala Akong Magawa Today

Today I tripped. Not just any casual oops but an actual putanginawalanaakongpoise kind of trip. I fell down the stairs into the arms (well, actually more of calves) of the guy in front of me - Zac, the gym instructor I was talking about a few entries back.

Now, I know what you're thinking - ANLANDING BAKLA! Yes, malandi ako, but there are limits to what I will do to feel up a guy's calves. Twisting my own ankle is not part of the deal.

For the not so regular televiewers (ayan na naman! Channeling Inday Badiday!), Zac is a gym instructor here at Fitness First and now he's my hero as well. The nice thing about him is that ang ganda ng puwet nya, ha! - yes, I've seen it - but he's too much of a redhead for my taste. Some might like him though. For those who are curious, the carpet is slightly darker than the curtains, but I could be mistaken.

Anyway, I was trying to be all macho about it, pero to be honest, gusto kong maghagulgol til ever. Pero mabait ang aking preens tsarmeeng - tinulungan ako tapos basic first aid. Syempre, kumick-in ang male pride.

"I'm ok. I can do this. It's just an ice pack." Pero chicka naman sya. Moral of the story: <3 ko sya. (Ganon?!? Ang cheap ng lola nyo talaga!) And utang ko ito kay Kiko I think. My fafa for the moment, Dan. Sadly, fully clothed.

Sorry sideways pero I couldn't change the orientation of the pics. I'm sure there's a good way of doing it, but now, I have my painkillers and soon drifting off to sleep.

Good night, televiewers, and saranghamnida, Oli! :-)

Monday, 24 March 2008

Dong: For Size Queens Only

The previous post about Iohan reminded me of something that happened not too long ago - maybe 3 years ago, actually, when I was last alone in Pinaslandia.

But as usual...

Quentin: No, Iohan is definitely not gay although at one point, I'm sure he was bicurious. Oh well... I also saw his younger brother's penis, but given that I felt so paedophilic, I definitely won't be posting about that.

Princhecha: Hehehe. The wedding went without a hitch, and na-upstage ako!!!!... by the actual flower girl. Letcheng bata... :-D

Ash: Well, thank you for dropping by the blog and leaving your comment. I really do appreciate people leaving their 2c worth! :-)

Palma: OH. MY. GOD. Thank you! Kailangan kong pagisipan ito! It's my chance to win... (feeling ko Miss Universe Contestant ako!) Can I email you my entry na lang? (Shy daw, o!!!)

Joel: Given that I was so young at that time (weren't we all?), I doubt I could have done much to turn him to the other side, but given the chance now, well... I'm not Miss Talent 1998 for nothing.

Anyway, back to the story. It starts with - as usual - the gay hunting grounds. In the olden days, it used to be Galleria or SM North cinemas. Now, it can be anywhere where people hang around and single men can loiter about without being told off by the local cops, security guards, baranggay tanods, closeted janitors, and whatnot.

This story happened in the sosiest of the local hangouts - Shang Mall, in particular, the fountain area close to Marks and Spencer. Of course, this does not mean the loitering public were sosy by any means. It is after all the melting pot of all men of various leanings.

This guy was quite short, dark and (to be very honest) very promdi. Something about his look reeked of growing up in the farmland, pushing the carabao and milling the grains. But he was cute, mind you. He had dazzling teeth that even from afar, you could tell was CloseUp white.

He was loitering in the fountain area and I had just popped out of Diesel. I needed to pee so I made a turn to go to the toilets, but we just had "that moment" when our eyes met and I smiled. It wasn't even a full smile, mind you, but it was there.

I went into the loo which was surprisingly empty (a rarity on a Sunday afternoon) and did my thing at the urinals. In a few seconds, I heard the door open and soon enough, there he was beside me.

Now, normally, from my experience, short guys rarely impress in the equipment department. In fact, with this guy, I was predicting 4-5 inches max, definitely thin. Take note that that rarely stops me. I am not necessarily a size queen, but I appreciate men (and penises) of various inclinations.

But when this guy whipped out his wanger, I said, nice. I gauged it at 5-6 inches... and then I realised it was still soft. In a few seconds, it grew to its hard 9 inch status.


In the mystical confines of Shang Mall, I saw the biggest dick I have ever seen on a Pinoy - and BOY, was I happy...

But the question was: What should I do now?

After giving him a VERY quick grope (and wow, it was thick as!), I put my weiner back in my pants and waited for him outside. He popped out, grinning from ear to ear and asked me my name.

Siyempre, fake name, noh! I don't trust him yet. He told me his name was Dong, and judging by the size of his, it was quite an apt name. :-)

I walked with him for a while, and turns out he lived close to my province. He also apparently knows my uncle, which of course raised a flag or two. Will I forego face in my family for a fun frolick with a phenomenally fat fellatio-able fenis (este, penis)?

Syempre, the latter! We had coffee and over the course of the break, my suspicions were correct. He came from a slightly impoverished family and he worked his way towards financial independence - very admirable, actually. He apparently had a lover whom he met through the internet (second warning flag) who was based in the States. He showed me pictures of his playmates (third warning flag) on his mobile phone and talked about his likes and dislikes.

Of course, normally, three flags and you're out, but given the circumstances... well, let's just quote Ate Vi in this one, "sayang ang gintong ari". So we exchanged numbers and called it a day.

A day later, he sends me his address via MMS with a picture. And yes, it was a picture indeed. Aba ang lolah niyo - may I lunok the bato and fly! When I got to his sharehouse (he was living with five other people, all call center workers), we immediately took off our clothes and did our thing.

My GOD! He was an animal. He was versatile, and sadly I didn't want to bottom (*NATAKOT KO!!!*) so I ended up fucking him bareback for a while and then sucking him off. I knew I was less than admirable as a bed fellow, but I only wanted him for his fucking hot penis.

Then his lover called on his mobile. Funny enough, turns out he was in town and staying in some hotel on Roxas. He said he was on his way and put down the phone with a sheepish look on his face.

Ako, care ko!? Basta tuloy ang hada, ok lang!

Soon enough, he came, I swallowed and I came. I drove him to the hotel and left it at that. I have not heard from him since, and that's a good thing, I think. I don't want him to think he was anything more than a one night stand, because I'm sure that was what I was anyway, no matter how badly our session was.

From time to time, I wonder how he is. I wonder if he is happy, and I wonder if I could have one last play with his sausage. I'd love to see how he fits in me.

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Iohan: Sabay sa Ikot ng Mundo…

(Cue in Gulong ng Palad music)

It started back in the early 90's. I was on my Junior Year at my university and he was a year younger. We knew each other because he got along quite well with my girlfriend then, Celine… Lopez.

*CHARING! Joke lang! Hindi si Celine Lopez, pero honest, Shelline ang name niya. Weird noh???

Ay, hi nga pala kay Princhecha! And loyal ka! Good for you! Buti ka pa, ghurl!

At Kiks: Promise may pictures next time. Super busy this week dahil kakasal na ang brother in law ko… at ako ang flower ghurl! (GANON! Charing-gerzie talaga ako tonight)

Ay. Serious pala dapat ako.*

(Cue in ulit ang Gulong ng Palad music)

…We knew each other because he got along quite well with my girlfriend then, Shelline. He was stocky but in a nice way. Not too bulky but enough to point to the fact that he goes to the gym quite often and knows what to eat. Like most stereotypical Chinoys, he was quite pale but his complexion was marble smooth. He had a smile that lights up a room and he kept his hair misshapen as though he just woke out of bed (although God knows the number of hours he takes to fix his hair). He wore all black that time, not because he was a rocker of some sort, but because he liked the contrast it made against his skin. He was vain that way, but not in a loud way. To offset his height, he had a swagger about him, as though he had someone in between his legs that made walking difficult.


Anyway, it all started when we both went to the urinals at the same time while Shelly was in the ladies' room. He took one end of the urinals and I stood in the middle. We were still talking about everything and nothing when I noticed a strange tone in the air. I slightly turned my head so that I could see him from the corner of my eye.

What I thought I saw was an erect penis and his face looking at me. I didn't know what to do. My member was slightly hard, yes, but not quite aroused. Let's face it – I *was* peeing.

I knew I was slightly leaning towards batting for the other team, but I was far from an expert and even if I was keen on playing around, I didn't want to muck around so close to home.

So I did what I thought any decent hetero would do. I put my mouse back in the house and went straight to the mirror, feigning disinterest at Iohan and his seemingly throbbing member.

When I went outside, Shelly was there, waiting for us. Iohan popped out a few seconds after I did and off we went to have merienda.

The whole time, I was trying to ignore Iohan. I focused on my girlfriend and we had a fantastic conversation. Once in a while, I would notice Iohan lingering on the moles on my lower jaw, which gradually made an erratic line down my neck and to my right nipple.

That day ended without incident and we all split up to our respective cars to go home.

A week later, I receive a call from Iohan, inviting me to go to his house for a sleepover. Ako naman – game! We were supposed to do an Omen marathon – yes, Omens 1-3. I know, I know – a movie about the Anti-Christ isn't exactly going to lead to gay sex, but hey. Who knows, eh?

Anyway when I got there, the popcorn was ready and the VCR was hot to trot. I took out the tape from my bag and placed it in. Iohan was seated at the edge of his bed, wearing nothing but ankle length boxers. I brought my PJs so in true perverted fashion, I undressed in front of him – yup, in my birthday suit – and proceeded to put on my PJs. I angled myself so that he doesn't see my penis, but I could see the TV and Iohan himself.

He was definitely NOT looking at the TV.

I proceeded to sit on the bed as well and mangle the popcorn in the bowl that separated me and him. And yes, we watched the movie.

Midway through the second movie, we realised that our popcorn stash had diminished in size. Despite the fact that our lips were burning with salt, we still slowly trudged through what was left until only a handful of edible kernels were left. I slowly proceeded to get them until Iohan noticed and dragged the bowl onto his other side – presumably so that he could keep the popcorn for himself. I tried to reach for it, and what ensued was probably close to playful wrestling. The popcorn bowl fell promptly to the floor, but we still kept at it until our bodies were slightly sweaty and our laughter had overridden the maniacal laughter of Damien as he continued to kill people in the movie.

We stopped after a few minutes and he proceeded to go to the loo. I told him that I needed to pee as well, and he told me to follow him. He stood by the bowl but clearly left a space for me beside him. Sensing that this was it, I followed his silent instructions and whipped out Pedro for Iohan to see.

It was a sight to behold. Our two penises pushing water into the bowl and I knew that he was looking at mine, as I was looking at his.

He said my dick was pretty big – but I dismissed it, saying that his was pretty hefty as well. As our penises grew in both length and girth, we both knew we were checking each other out. I finished my deal but hung around a bit longer. Once he finished his business, we both reached out and touched each other's penis, under the guise of which was bigger.

I have to admit. For a short guy, he was packing it in length, but definitely mine was thicker. We proceeded to play with each under (again under the guise of inspection) until both our members were rock hard.

Then he did something strange. He stopped playing, packed his pecker away and proceeded to go back to the bedroom. He put on a shirt and unpaused the VCR. Sensing that playtime was over, I did the same.

Nothing else happened that night, and given that he placed a pillow between him and myself, I assumed that that night was not the night.

Not that it ever happened again. Believe it or not, he just let me be, and a few months later, he got together with Hazel, a nice charming girl that one can only describe as homely.

Last I heard from Iohan, he was beefed up like an armoured car, thanks to his gym instructor and perhaps a shot of steroids as well. He got his girlfriend pregnant but as far as I know, he is still single.

And if you are reading this, Iohan…

(Stop Gulong ng Palad music)


Wednesday, 12 March 2008

konti na lang, maloloka na ako...

just random thoughts today. tried posting awhile ago and after spilling my guts and all, bigla ba namang nalokring ang computer ko. that's it. i will have my laptop checked - maybe reinstall windows. that's what i get for running windows in the first place. mac osx forever!!!

anyway, first of all...

quentin: i've already seen holding the man. read the book a few years ago when I was still going out with someone who was hiv positive. the book was FANTASTIC and I cried buckets when I read the ending (read: I fall in love so easily now...). I watched it with Oli last year at AYUN! Nasira ang mascara.

princhecha! LOVE THE NAME! So *cute*! Good luck with your blogs and I look forward to reading more of your (mis)adventures soon! Oh, and the kidney thing is nothing too serious. My doctor gave me some drugs and told me to see him again in six months. Since cute ang doctor ko, ok lang. (LANDI TALAGA NG VHAKLAH!)

Just a fast one, today i went to the gym and i saw Daniel. Daniel is an instructor, dark features (as in Lebanese ata or Greek background) and HOT bod. I saw him undressed in the locker rooms before and though I couldn't see quite clearly, what I saw was HOT HOT HOT.

This time, I was in the steam room when I saw him enter the showers. Syempre ang lola nyo, FIGHT. I took my sweet time getting to where he was and LO AND BEHOLD, the shower panels were open WIDE and I could see his naked ass.

Now the scary part is: Do I go to the stall opposite his and ogle? Or should I not shit where I eat?

Believe it or not, I chose option B. I don't think Daniel is gay - maybe he's just proud of his bod and with good reason. He. Is. Hot.

When he popped out of the shower, still drying himself along the way, I saw snippets of his package. As in he shaved off all his pubes, leaving full access to his low-hanging cut cock. It was quite gorgeous (what little I saw) and I could not wait until I see more.

Of course, I could not really hang around while he was toweling and I think he got his gaydar on because all of a sudden, he angled himself away from me in the locker area. Not that I mind so much. Let's face it - I'm considered ancient in these parts, and given the fact that I am 19 kilos overweight, not good.

In fairnezz to myzelf, I don't look that overweight when I have clothes on. My pecs manage to hide most of the fat. But still, when wearing only a towel, my body is unforgiving.

Still, I love that I saw trainer cock. I hope to see Zac's soon. Maybe I should post pics of the trainers... what do you think? >:-D

O sige. Yun lang. Sleep na akish...

PROMISE! Iohan post next week. Very interesting, that story, although not highly sexual...

Sunday, 9 March 2008

Le Sigh...

Sorry for the late update. I was supposed to do Iohan but this week has gotten me in the wrong frame of mind. Had to go to the doctor's - apparently, there is something wrong with my kidneys. The doctor initially thinks it has something to do with protein shakes that I drink after workouts, but I don't think I overdo it naman so I don't know.

Bahala na.

Hello to the following:
1. Urkyules: Hello! And welcome to my walang katuturan blog. Thanks for adding me in your link bar - I promise to do the same once this thing is over and done with. That is, if you don't mind.

As for Sydney, well, it *is* nice, but Melbourne is much nicer. I like the Baguio-type weather they have although it can go to extremes once in a while.

2. Quentin: I've been having VERY bad thoughts about some of Oli's friends who are bodybuilders. Sadly, they are not gay. Mga letch.

3. Zang: The Nurse I am referring to is Ruff Nurse Du Jour, whose blog is found here. I strongly encourage you to read his blog. He has wonderful stories to tell, and though I have never met him, I am sure he is a lovely, lovely person as well.

4. Chase: Thank you very much for the kind words. Syempre when I say that, feeling ko Ms. Universe contestant... the ones who get booted out of the show after the first round. :-S

But honestly, thank you. :-)

5. Kiko: Hello! and thank you for adding a link! Highly appreciated. I hope shopping has been fun in Canadia (joke namin ni david, yung gym buddy ko). ANYway, take care and have FUN there!

... yes, you know what I mean... sa toilet. *tili!*

Anyway, while publishing this, my computer crashed 4 times - jandanoh??? I think it is a sign I should stop. I promise to publish Iohan next time. :-)