Thursday, 29 January 2009

Dear Friends,

Magulo ang life ngayon.

Tumawag ang Oli, and may I request siya for a dialogue (which I am ziure will turn into a monologue, pero okay naman for me, noh!). However, the good news is that he said he was coming back, and would like to spend some quiet time with me.

Ako naman AVAHGAYM!

So may I request ako sa aking bozzing to evap like Carnation Condensed Milk for a week. Since dead time for me, ok naman siya! Bezidez, I think I have one week leave naman so chicka, divah!?

Will update this blog again mid-Feb. Tamang tama for Valentine’s, oh say?!

In the meantime, may I leave you with this which I have been miming for the past week! Promise super bading drag queen talaga ako sometimes!


Saturday, 24 January 2009

Haba haba!

This entry will be quite strange but it's been an exhausting few weeks. Since my last post, Oli moved out of the house - temporarily, I'm sure. He cited personal reasons for his move - ako naman, but of course. I'm confident he will return - why, you ask? Well, he left his 9(ix) perfume on top of his dresser. Once that is gone, I know he is gone for good.

Perhaps it is this complacency - this false sense of security - that makes me seem ok. To be honest, when he talked about it, I just let him talk and when he said goodbye, I told him to come back home when he is ready.

Now the waiting game begins. It's been a bit more than a week - and there have been SMSes that hint at a homecoming.

*We'll see*

I've been good naman. Nothing new to report. I went to the gym today, and there was this slightly overweight, but otherwise beautiful man - looking medyo Italian. Tangina - he was showing off his dick like it was gold. In fairness, it was.

It was around 9 inches long and super thick. Honest, para siyang Coke in can sa taba. The nice part about it is that he was playing around with it quite casually. As in, kunwari just making kambiyo... except it is in the steam room in full view of everyone...

...actually, wrong. Everyone except Asians. No matter how old or young - basta puti. If Asian or Indian, talikod ang lolah. Ako naman: Care. Yes malaki ka nga and yes, may right ka to preview to world. Gawin mong karinderia ang steam room pero hanggang window shopping lang ang mundo.

I've seen the guys you date, champ, and none of them care for you longer than it takes for you to have an erection. Hija, obviously, Asians are not below you. You might think that, but once you get your head out of your ass, you might be able to breathe a little bit and think more clearly.

Thank you for the show, but I'll pass.

Monday, 12 January 2009

Muscle Men & Moi

Hellooooooo, friends! Mabuhae! At bago maki-chika, hello to:

1. Ash: Good luck, hija, sa mga advenchures! Hafi hafi, bruh! :-)

2. Anon: City Gym? Ghurl, di ata ako fufweh duon! Baka may BMI scale sa entrance at ma-tsugi ako sa aking grand entrance! Kahit slit ko hanggang kili-kili, may limits ang aking ka-bonggahan!

3. Quentin: Hon, love ko ang Sydney during festival season! <3!

Anyway, short entry ito I promise. I dedicate this to the beautimous person I saw in the gym.

Actually, as always, hindi naman talaga ako nagbabalak ng himala. Promise! Siguro sinabi lang ng tadhana, "Hu-we-hel! Pagandahin ang mundo!" - let's feyz it! Fitness First isn't the most beautific of places. Medyo mabaho at amoy jockstrap from time to time. I'm sure some people like it - ako, medyo hindi... most of the time.


ANYway, I went to the sauna and was faced with a barrage of bullocks. No, not Sandra Bullock, but bullocks. As in testicles... as in British testicles... sadly, these testicles were inside board shorts and the men who were wearing them were cute... but British.

Now, I am not talking about the cup-sipping Brits who love to play rigourous games, like chess and croquet. Oh, no. This is the beer-guzzling, loud-mouthed, ill-tempered Pommie rejects that might have (at one point in time) resembled their Australian convict cousins.

So I came in, saw and left. There was one guy there worthy of perving on, as he had board shorts with obviously no undies on - but the loud, boisterous behaviour was just such a turn off.

Chenks, but no chenks.

So off I went to the shower, to cool off and go home. I had already written off that day as a nyark. BUT THEN, mother hen! As I walked closer to the shower stalls, I noticed one staff was occupied with what I thought was a hunk of a man. As in, shaved head, built like a tank and he's either ridding himself of pubic lice via rigourous scrubbing... or I just hit bingo!

Oh, excuse me! BingAY pala!

Now, normally I shy away from Muscle Marys  dahil they usually flock together like whatever. They don't like chubbitos like moi - and at my age, I can't really disguise the fact I'm no longer a teenager. The youth that was once my only plus point has cum and gone.

So I took the stall close by - not directly opposite him, but close enough for inspection. ABBA! Tuloy pa rin ang kanyang pubic lice scrubbing! Ako naman, fight! May I laban akish and fight ang lolah natin! Suck in the gut, puff out the chest and tigasan till EVER!

So there we were, jacking off with a fury of hell's angels. All the while, we could hear the Brits yakking away. The thrill of possibly getting caught made the experience so much more exhilarating, and I knew this guy wouldn't last long.

He was built heavily - his biceps and chest could easily take on 80 kilos, as far as I can gauge. He had a fairly flat tummy with only a smidgen of body fat to hide the ripples. His nipples were rock hard, but not steroidal - which meant most of those muscles were most likely due to weights, rather than drugs.

Most importantly, his dick was quite long but thin. I would say around 7 inches long, and beautifully pink in its rage. It was rock hard and his balls, slightly dark compared to the rest of this pale body, were cupped close to his skin. That was when I knew he was not going to last long.

Before I knew it, ayun.

He came furiously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His handsome face seemed like it was going to explode, and his dick shot four gobs onto his chest before his hand suddenly slowed its pace.

At that point, I knew the game was over. As he drew his hand to close the door, mine mirrored his. Muscle Marys don't go for slobs like moi, so these fleeting moments are all I could ever really afford. :-)

Saturday, 3 January 2009

It's an explosion (my love for you!)

Hello, 1989, este 2009! Mabuhae (and Menudo)! And welcome to the old blog of Marcoi! Walang nagbago, folks! Ding pa rin, as always.

Before anything else, mabuhae to:

rik: hija! Honest, trying to be good (GOOD DAW O!) akish pero nakuh! Iba na ang gulong ng vuhae!

Anon: Ate, marami akong haunts - this one is near Broadway - but the best is still Centrepoint Tower. Winner, ate, winner!

ANYway, today, may I go to la gym - siyempre kailangang gandacious pa rin even if 42-28-36 ang lola niyo (Talagang projecting Anna Nicole Smith, noh!?). Of course, medyo good ghurl in the treadmill (with matching Gwyneth heels, ha!) pero hanggang duon lang. In the change rooms, siyempre kick off the heels and then, parade in evening gown with slit hanggang kili-kili till EVER!

Now when I got to the steam room, there were already two guys there and I sat right smack in the middle of them. One was around 6'1 with ala-Prince Harry cheeks. Kinda cute (but not as cute as my Oli!) but could have been cuter if he had different glasses perhaps. He was bulky in all the right places with a little bit of baby fat to spare. He could be a looker, but he was one of those people who had to really dress well and package themselves prettiously in order for heads to turn. But of course, alam mo naman me! Like Benetton, I'm colours of the world!

ANYway, the second guy in the room is someone I have seen before. He had a thin frame about him, with scruffy facial hair and patches of dark hair in all the right places. Last I saw him, he was wearing board shorts, and was trying desperately to peek at what I had underneath my short white towel.

This time, I wasn't going to let him down - this time, with feelings pa! *Laban, bakla! LABAN!*

I leaned back and let my short towel hike up my leg. At that point, it won't take either of them anything more than a lean forward and then my non-procreating family jewels will be as exposed as Janet Jackson's nipple.

And they took the bait. At first, Mr. Prince Harry leaned a bit and did the whole casual "Let-me-stretch-in-an-awkward-position-and-peek" position. I leaned back and let him ogle. I wasn't too sure whether he was playing with himself or not, but I just closed my eyes so that he can stare without anyone noticing. When I opened my eyes, I looked to my right and realised that my Scruffy Hair had crossed his legs in such a manner that the tip of his dick was peering out of this thigh.

This of course gave Mr. Prince enough a reason to get it on, but as he stood up to let loose his erection, someone came in. That definitely destroyed the mood.

I think Prince became a bit self-conscious and left the room - which was sad, because the interloper stayed for a wonderful 30 seconds before leaving again.

That left me and Scruffy in the room. I decided to make things easier for Scruff, and I just dropped my towel, leaving me in my starkers. He was definitely staring at this point, and with my fingertips casually rubbing my head, he definitely was in playing mood. Because this was the steam sauna, everyone who passed by could easily see us, so we had to play it cool.

When we knew that there was no one else around, we both hungrily grabbed each other's cock and jacked off mutually. His fingers were just all over the place - he wanted to finger me, play with my head and jack me off at the same time. His dick was relatively longer than mine, but mine was definitely thicker. I guess that was about right, given the fact that he was thinner than I was.

Anyway, we had less than a minute to ourselves, our eyes alert for the sign of any intruders, our hands frantically moving up and down on each other's members. It was an awesome feeling, the thrill of knowing how bad this can get if we were caught, paired with the knowledge this was forbidden in more than one level (at least, in my case).

I felt his dick stiffen a bit more, as my hands grew more adventurous and heated in its movement, but we both had to stop once I saw someone walking closer to the steam room. Although he didn't enter the room, I felt it was too risky - so I stopped my hand movements and so did he.

At that moment, Prince moved out of his shower stall and saw my hard member bobbing up and down through the glass. His hand reached over to his own penis and played with it, all the while staring at me and Scruff. He knew that there was someone coming closer so he stopped as well, but he had that look of longing in his face - and perhaps even loneliness. I felt bad for him - really.

Anyway, because I had a feeling the guy outside the stall was slow to leave, I decided to cut the whole thing short. I stood up, leaving Scruff with a state of "Why!?!?!?" written all over his face. I went to the showers and had a rinse, only to hear the staff adjacent mine open as well.

It was Scruff, and he (along with his penis) was not going down without a fight. As I scrubbed and washed away, he was playing his dick, still rock hard, all the while looking at me. Now that was a sign to behold. 

I decided - why not? I took my dick, opened my door a bit, turned around for the full-on effect and jacked myself off to a raging hard-on. Scruff was looking straight at me the entire time, his hands racing against time and opportunity. Within a minute, he came, his dicks churning three spurts of cum which came flying out onto his chest. It dripped down his lean frame and a look of utter fatigue fell on his face.

I smiled, my dick still throbbing but unspent, and closed the door.