Tuesday, 29 June 2010


Before anything else, hellohello:

1. Herbs: Indeed! Mavuhae!
2. Conio: Chenk you! As in, trulily!
3. Anon: I try! :-)

Anyway, a LOT has happened in a last few weeks. Semi-soloist pa rin akish, pero Feld and I are on and off. Nothing on paper yet, but still playing around a bit. Oli is still there, but buzzing in the background - constantly getting louder admittedly. Still, safe naman ako so yay.

My day started with a mad rush (again!) to TGV. I had to meet a client in front of EB Games so ako naman, sige, I'll get there so I can play tourist gay - este, guide.

Anyway, I got there earlier than expected (thank you, Sydney Buses!) so I decided pahinga muna, hija, and powder the nose.

I went to the loo beside Fitness First (I knew miracles happened there often) and made a bee line for the urinals. There were four urinals, but I was the only taker. There were four toilets behind me and three of them were occupied.

To be jonest, usually, sa urinals ang himala. The cubicles aren't **that** beat-friendly, and I certainly did not have my hopes up when I saw I was a soloist.

However, as I was playing around with my Pedro who was at this point getting angrier at me, I looked behind me only to see a short Asian guy peeping from the cubicle door. I turned to see the other cubicles and there were eyes peeping through the cracks as well.

Aba... Wellwellwell.

I turned around, my dick hard as a rock. I continued playing with myself and within seconds, three cubicle doors opened. The two closest to me had an Asian guy in each. One was short and stocky, but quite handsome admittedly. He had a very strong jawline and lovely dark skin. The other had a nerdy look to him, glasses and all, but still cute as a gay button. Both were in their 20s and had boyish charms but catering to different types.

Alam mo naman ako - walang type. Basta legal age at game game game.

The one farthest to me had a white guy in it, obviously gym built but definitely older than the other two. He was around 50 years old, but HEZUZ! His dick was thick as a can of soda and long to boot - around 7 inches at least. I got the impression he was in for the show, but no touching.

Fine by me.

I went up to the shorter asian guy and went down on his throbbing uncut dick. He was jerking my head wildly, his hips thrusting as I sucked on his three incher, while the other Asian guy was fondling my dick and jerking it wildly. The stocky guy was fantastic - rough but because he wasn't big in any way, shape or form, he was barely doing any major mouth damage. He was very passionate though which probably came from the fact I was sucking him off in public and it was great!

In a minute, he came in my mouth, cum dribbling down the side of my mouth. The nerdy Asian guy who was jacking me off could not help himself and shot a very small load onto the floor, his foreskin flapping from his three incher as well. From the corner of my eye, I could still see him dark red dick angrily pulsing as small chunks of his seed fell from it.

I stood up and looked at the older guy staring at us. His eyes were transfixed at the scene, his hand furiously pumping away. I could see his goose eggs jumping up and down in excitement as his hand went to work on his massive cock.

That was when we heard the door open - which only gave us 2 seconds to hide. Within a flash, the two Asians were back in their cubicle and the white guy slammed his door as he started cumming.

I went to sink just as the new guy came in - and I honestly think he was there for legit reasons. I quickly washed my face to hide the cum and quickly ducked out before Mr New Guy noticed the cum on the floor and the distinct smell of man juice.

I got to my appointment on time and I started my whole routine. After a few minutes I saw Mr Nerdy Asian walk by, his eyes glued on me. He went into EB Games and dropped his calling card on the display case, his eyes reflecting the smile on his face.

He walked away slowly. So did I. His card was still left untouched.

Friday, 11 June 2010

Pusang Ina!...

So what is this blog? Dead ba or not?

Well, it's like this...

I'm juggling between two jobs (long story pero in demand ang lola niyo) and Oli (yes, he's sort of still around) and another, Feld.

Anong pangalan ang Feld? Ewan ko. Honest, I thought it was a joke - but that's a different thing altogether. When I know what the hell is going on, then maybe I can blog about it.

But that's for a time when I actually blog properly as opposed to writing furiously in between things to do.

ANYway, as always, pabati sa mga nagbabati:

YJ: In this post, may himala!
Conio: As in, you know naman me. Always foreverreadybatteries!
Mac: Itong post na itong, walang takot!!!


Anyway, it's like deeeezzz. As consultant (Feeling Fanny Serrano talaga!), I have to go visit clients and there are times I have no other time to myself - not even to pee. Files in hand, I run to the urinal, pee while reading (I know. Gross.), run to the sink, out the door. LIfe is tough that way but hey! What can I do?

Today was one lagari day. As in, I had seven meetings, one after the other, and all were within 5 minute sprinting distance. Ganda talaga. Running on caffeine and adrenaline, I would go from one to the next, sometimes with the minutes of the previous meeting still in one hand.

At one point, a client called to say she was 6 minutes behind schedule, so ako naman: Thank goodness!!!! I quickly drank a V, while running to find the nearest loo.

Upon entering this one, I noticed (a) other than this guy near the mirror, I was alone, and (b) this guy kinda cute! He was around 6'1, Caucasian with a thin build. He had dark brown hair with a natural tinge of red and he was definitely a sun worshipper - you can tell with the tan and the freckles on his neck. He was casually dressed, with a hoodie (medyo cold, noh!), and a manbag on his side, with the girly retro print CARL. He looked like a farmer's boy in city clothes - and I reckon he was only 25 years old. Cute overall - nothing to write home about but he is not bad on the eyes.

Now, I dropped by files near the sink where he stood, and I quickly turned around to do my business. After I finished, I went back to the sink where he was playing around with his beard. He looked at me while I was washing and smiled.

"Busy day, aye?"

"Yeah, one of those days."

He went to the urinal, next to where I had done by business and he pulled out his cock. Because of the angle of the place, I could see the urinals where I stood in the sink and shit, his cock was rock hard - as in springing rock hard!


He angled himself a bit so that his cock shows a bit more and he could look at me from the corner of his eye. Ako naman: (a) Cute, (b) matigas. Tangina - why not, chochnat?

I went the hand-drier that was conveniently beside the urinal and pretended to dry my hands, all the while look at Mr. Carl and his Carl's Jr. He was definitely hard and he was definitely not peeing. I looked up at him, and he was looking at me with a smile.

Watch check: I had two minutes. Gaym! Fight!

I walked beside him all the while looking at him. He angled himself a bit more so that I had full access to his rock hard dick, and there it was. It was small for his height - around 5 inches and thin, I have to say. Maybe it seemed short because it was still through his jeans, but ako naman, care! Walang pinipili ang lola niyo.

As I reached out the pull on his cock, he whispered,

"Did you want me to cum?"

"Well, can you do it soon? Gotta meeting in a few."

"I'm ready if you are."

So there I was, pumping his cock away, feeling the cut skin of his shaft and knowing that he must have throbbing for it. While I was pumping away, he was looking at me intensely, his body thrusting against the movements of body. In less than a minute, he started slowly moaning and cum sprayed onto the urinals. I looked at his face and he had his slightly bearded chin raised, his eyes closed, his smile glowing. He had cum all over the urinals and some had landed on my hand.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, licked the cum while looking at him. He looked back and smiled.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

I washed my hands and ran to the meeting. And yes, that bitch was still late.

**I don't know how often I can update this, but I promise I will try. Maybe once i get an iFag, este iPad. Hmmmmm.**