JINGLE BELL MIKE

May ibang tao magaling makaalala ng mukha o pangalan. Tanungin lang nila pangalan ng isang tao eh maaalala na nila ito, kahit after ten years pa. Ako… hmmm, I have a pretty bad memory. Niloloko ako ng mga kaibigan ko na meron daw akong “memory gap”. Minsan, kapag nagkakaganahan sa biruan eh tinawag na rin akong Dory – yung azul na isda na nakasama ng tatay ni Nemo sa paghahanap. Yun yung isda na mayroong short-term memory loss.

Pero ang totoo eh, I don’t take the effort to remember someone if he or she doesn’t strike me at all or in particular, sa dami ng naka-one-night stand ko, eh di ko maalala ang nakararami sa kanila. Harapin na rin natin ang katotohanan na would a sexually-active individual guy such as I was would keep a tab of the guys I screwed and played with? Not!

There had been several times that I would bump into someone, say in a mall, that I know I have met and had sex with before. We’d lock eyes and there’d be that glint of recognition. Yun bang pakiramdam mo eh gusto niyang lumapit sa iyo pero hindi niya gagawin kasi makikita niyang pinatay-malisya mo siya. Kumbaga, you didn’t see anything at all. Hehehe, dedma na lang.

Pero, merong mga pagkakataon na meron kang muling makikilala na naaalala niya LAHAT ng detalye ng gabing kayo ay “naglaro”. Ganyan si Mike o ang tinatawag ko na “Jingle Bell”.

“Peter, I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is Mike, my friend. He works as a sales rep for _____ Corp.,” said my friend John the social butterfly in Government, and then as fast as he came he left after a few pleasantries.

“Hi,” said Mike.

“Hi there. I’m…”

“Yeah, I know who you are. You don’t remember me?” said Mike, trying to say it above the din of the music in that club.

“No. Sorry. Have we met before?” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Yes we have. You’ve invited me to you place before. You know… we had fun. You don’t remember do you?” while holding his bottle of beer with one hand, the other was already grasping my elbow.

“Really. Sorry. You’d have to forgive me but I really don’t remember,” I shouted back.

“Maybe this will remind you,” his hand traveled swiftly from my elbow down to my crotch. Like a sudden gush of electricity, the energy of the club’s music traveled from my grin to my groin and I knew right then what I had to say.

“Hmmm… I may not remember, but that feeling I definitely cannot forget,” I grinned my alcohol-laced lips at him. “Malapit lang ako dito, gusto mo ituloy natin ito sa lugar na mas private?”

“Sure. Cityland, right?” Mike said.

I was surprised he knew where I live. Pero syempre, naunahan na ako ng libog. Kaya, ibinaba na lang namin ang aming mga bote sa bar at agad-agad na umalis.

Sa taxi pa lamang ay halos isubsob na niya ang kanyang mukha sa pagitan ng aking mga hita. “Not here. Pagdating natin sa unti ko,” sabi ko. “Yeah… Cityland 9. Sixth floor. Mag-isa ka pa rin don?” sagot niya.

Kahit na pilit ko pa ring inaalala kung sino siya, pinigil ko sarili kong tanungin pa siya at sinabi ko na lang, “Oo.”

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Dahil siguro sa magkahalong kalasingan, kalibugan at pagnanasa sa mga labi niyang malalambot, inabot kami halos kalahating oras ng matindi at mainit na halikan sa ibabaw ng aking sofa. We only parted lips when I felt the need to tell him, “Iihi muna ako. Sandali lang.”

I went to the toilet to release the contents of my bladder and he followed me. At the doorway, he stood there half-naked and told me, “”You haven’t changed a single detail of your room. I see you still have the same yellow pillow like before and thatTtanduay calendar stuck on the wall.”

That last comment made me think really hard. Have I really had sex with this guy before?

When I faced him, I saw the tent between his legs building up nicely. In the light of the toilet I can fully see a really nice, silken chest and a devilish smile that I only want to eat, eat and eat. I grabbed him by the waist, brought him to me and grappled him on to the toilet wall and wiped away the smug grin off his face with a series of heavy tonguing and deep kisses. I then slowly went down on my knees letting my tongue travel down that smooth chest, slide down to his navel and let it slowly and steadily go down to the prize. My fingers grasped the waistband of his underwear and let it pulled it down.

When his manhood came into full view, I was amazed at how much anticipation it had built up. It sprung to life like it had a mind of its own greeting me with a silent smile as if to say, “Hello. I am all yours tonight. Eat me.”

It was firm, had a nice, steady and has a sexy bottle shape, and… and…what I saw dangling was the most unusual protuberance on a protuberance. IT had a small tiny piece of flesh jiggling beneath the head like uncut piece of foreskin left there after circumcision.

“Tinggil” ang minsa’y narinig kong itinawag dito. It was like a tiny little “Jingle bell”.

Then, as sudden as the wave of lust that came over me, the memory started to flood my mind as to who this guy was. Pointing at his penis, I uttered a surprised cry, “MIKE!! Yeah, I remember you now. JINGLE BELL!” and I looked up to him with a wide grin on my face.

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Matapos ng maikling rebelasyon sa aking isip kung sino siya, nagtawanan kami. “Siguro sa ganyang paraan mo naaalala ang mga nakakasex mo ano? Sa hugis ng titi nila.”

“Mike naman. Tell me. Gaano karami ang mga lalaki na may ganyang Jingle Bell sa e-tits nila?” sabi ko sa kanya.

“Hehehe, at least naaalala mo pa ako. Tara na, sex na tayo Peter. Fuck me ulit like before. Sarap mo pare.”

“Oh sige… Jingle Bell. Hehehe...”