Actually, sa totoo lang, mga televiewers, I’m not sure how far this series will go. It’s off to a bad start, considering red isn’t exactly a Samoan colour. Actually I chose red because the Samoan flag is predominantly red. I checked Wikipedia – therefore, it is true.
Before anything else, hellos as usual…
a) To Anton: Hello! And welcome to my Garutay-ic blog. I wish I was in Melbourne with you! I can show you places… in short, gay saunas! (Talagang pinanindigan ang Ms. Tourism title, noh?!)
b) To James: Excuse me! Hindi ako slut, noh? … CHARING! Joke. Thanks for the comments and wel-come into my world (talagang pinilit ang Kylie references).
c) To Kawadjan: Here’s the first entry. I hope you like it. I like your photo, ah… except part of me doesn’t want to relate (ganon!)
d) To Benz: Sosyal the name, a! Story behind it? I’m actually curious.
e) To Quentin: As always, love to oblige! Mwah!
f) To Rik: Nakuh, sis. Love ko til ever si Mama T., pero di uso sa lahi natin yan. Remember: Ang dugo natin, birdy, este berde… hindi bughaw. (Syet, tama ba ang colour references koh? Never the mind…)
On with the story.
His name was Simon. He was sitting on the other side of the cubicle glory hole when I came in. At first, I wasn’t too sure whether he was there for the same reason I was – and let’s face it, dear televiewers. We *ALL* know why I was there.
I kept my cool, knowing that if he wasn’t there for *that* reason, then soon he will leave and be replaced by someone who is keen. However, after a few minutes of absolute silence from both sides, I got the impression he was game.
And boy, was he. We did the whole ping-pong of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine” but after a while, I think he got impatient. It was clear that (a) he was horny as, but (b) he doesn’t have the time to play around. So while looking through the hole, at one point, I only saw his knees and realized he was standing on the bowl, looking from above the divider.
I said to myself, this guy is aggressive.
From what I saw, he was in his late forties, I would guess. His hair was wiry at best, and his haircut was leaning towards the Reed Richards look. He looks a LOT like this guy, except Simon wasn’t this built. He might have been muscular at one point, but I think years of corporate life took their toll on his body. I knew he was once built simply because his legs were HUGE. As in, pang WWF ang legs niya, and no, I am not referring to the World Wildlife Fund.
Anyway, he invited me over and I said (siyempre Maria Clara) I wasn’t too sure. Security and all. He said too bad and was about to go down when he popped back in again. He asked if I wanted to go upstairs and after a few seconds (SYEMPRE KUNWARI NOH!), I said yeah, sure.
He left the cubicle first to go to the next level and by the time I got there, he had already chosen a cubicle for us, and he was sitting on the platform, waiting to be serviced.
Now, personally, I don’t like it when I’m the one doing all the work. Parang HELLO! Ano ako!? Super tsimay of the world???
But then again, I’ve always LOVED Polynesian men. As in, I’ve always had the hots for Tongan men. In Australia, they are almost always the bouncers in the club because they are built like iron ships. Just imagine doing something with a bouncer in a toilet cubicle. YUM! HELLO! Sweet gay porn dreams are made of these!
Anyway, he was sitting on his throne and his dick was waving in the air. He had a belly (who doesn’t ANYway) but his dick made up for it. It definitely wasn’t the biggest thing ever but it was strangely shaped. It had a relatively thin shaft but the head was fucking massive. I loved it. His foreskin was dangling a bit under the bottom of the head and was dying to be played around with.
Ako naman, fita! I had his dick in my mouth within the first few seconds but within less than a minute, he roughly pushed me away. In my head, I was saying “So fucking macho.”
And he was. There was NOTHING effeminate about him at all. Everything about him exuded testosterone and I would so not be surprised if he had a wife and kids on the side.
Anyway, we started playing around with each other’s bodies and I was surprised that he had no problems with touching my dick and playing around. It was clear from his reactions that he loved nipple play (and so did I) so we ended up playing and sucking each other nipples. At one point, I couldn’t resist and while he was sucking my nipples, I kinda forced his head down my body. I thought he would resist, but it wasn’t as bad as I originally feared. In a few seconds, I was getting a roughest blowjob from a guy.
I distinctly knew he had not done it that often because he just was too much in a hurry. It’s like he was treating it like some punching bag rather than a penis, and to be honest, it felt HOT. I felt like bursting (except I knew I wasn’t going to).
After a minute or two, he grew tired of it (and did the very macho spitting out saliva into the bowl - another clue that maybe he was married) and asked that I service him again. Siyempre being a very giving person (CHOZ!), I said Shirley!
I wanted more foreplay to be honest, but given he doesn't kiss mouth to mouth (another clue, ladies and gentlegirls!), I decided to cut a long play short.
Except this time, I wanted to show him what a real blowjob was like. So I did the whole gamut – from the LipLocke to the Tongue TesTickle to the Dheep Gargle (Patented moves ko) and he was moaning like anything. He grabbed my hair (goodbye gel) and closed his eyes. At one point, he wanted to push me away but this time, I was keen on having him inside my mouth. He looked at me, mouth agape, and *Boom!*
He came in my mouth. Yes, it’s unsafe. Yes, I wanted it. There are no two ways about it. And don’t bother chastising me in the comments.
I’ve always wanted to have Samoan cock and come. It was sweet as expected. Now that that’s done, on to the next colour.