D*CK FOR TRICK - A DISCOVERY

It can be quite amusing to read about one’s self through the words of another. It becomes more interesting too, to read what the other person thinks of you after you had a short “affair” with him.

I was surfing through blogs and I came across into this one from a Baby Brian. He gave out details in what he wrote that pretty much, well, described me. (I took the liberty of editing what he wrote. There are certain details in his post that would reveal the identity of this writer. I also purposely, did not link him here, for reasons of privacy.)

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And Baby Brian wrote:

"Now I remember another guy.

He's really a big guy. I found him online and flirted a bit then got his number. Soon we became textmates, I found him very friendly and accommodating despite the impression I have for him based on his photos. He's very pinoy, muscled, skinhead, in fact he can be mistaken as a bouncer or a bodyguard. Yum, yum. text, text.

But I became uninterested for awhile. Until I've learned about his real profession. One time when I texted to finally meet him, he told me he's outside to meet a client. What could he be doing in life, pops my thought bubble. Now i'm getting hurnier to finally meet him.

My lucky day came. We agreed what time to meet and where. I was very excited. So I fixed myself and headed for P***y along L*******. I took the MRT-LRT route so it's shorter and convenient. On my way, I've been thinking of how to devour this really big chunk of meat.

I waited for him at Jollibee, and told me he's on his way. And there he was, a big hunky Pinoy guy. I was dying inside. He asked me to follow him on his studio. We took a small walk along the market. It was such a very busy place. He opened a shop-like apartment and led me to the third floor of the building.

Paintings were all over the place. He was an artist. I was actually shocked when I found out he did a design for my favorite, very wonderful book, and he's a close friend of the painter of the book. My mind was fighting if I should go on with my hurny plans, because I don't know if I would like to leave a bad reputation for him. Since 'our' artist world is just small. What if he'd tell everyone about this dirty trick?

After getting my soft spot, he showed me his package. God, what a big hooded chunk of meat! What the heck, I wouldn't pass a chance like this I told myself. So the thing that supposedly happen, happened. The red leather sofa by the big window, among the buildings outside and the busy people below, was our witness. I sucked the biggest jello of my life.

I'd really like to keep him, because something's common between us and who knows it might develop into something. But he never gave that big interest in me, nor keeping the tie of friendship. Probably because I was so young then. So I let him free.

The world is really small that he designed one of my books. He was there at my book launch but we never even bothered to throw a look at nor say a word at each other. The place was so small, and how uncomfortable it was. This is what I've been avoiding. But what was done has been done.

Maybe some other chance."

MEAT BURGERS AND MASTURBATING MOMENTS

“I pleasure myself every now and then whenever I feel horny,” Socorro confided to me while I was digging into my thick and juicy one-pounder hamburger, grilled just the right way here at Brother’s. I particularly like it when the meat’s juices would just simply drip down the corner of my mouth like some barbarian expression of a long-held ritual signifying guttural satisfaction.

“Oh. Really?” I said.

“You look as if you’ve never heard or seen a female masturbating,” she was now talking closer to me, her voice lowered to almost a whisper. She was so close to my face that I can see the reflection of my surprised expression on her pupils.

“I have seen it on porn, yes. I have watched dancing naked women on stage intimating masturbation, but I’ve never heard nor seen any female I know who’s actually doing it,” I admitted to her and still wearing an awed expression. “Besides, I thought you’re still a virgin.”

“Helloo… I may never have been skewered yet like a roast chicken, but I still am a functioning female with lust in my body,” her eyes narrowed.

“Do you use, you know, “toys” or do you have one of those fake cocks?” I asked her in a much lowered tone unless I want the newly arrived couple at the next table to hear us.

“No, I don’t,” she said, while she took a wedge of her French fries, “So I guess I still am technically a virgin since I never had anything inside me yet.”

“Okay. Not even your finger??”

“Not even that. And don’t ask me if I used a vegetable. Never. None. Nada,” she stressed.

“Alright, I get the point,” I defended.

And at that point, there was an awkward silence. The couple beside us was chattering, talking about the girl resigning and how her boss wouldn’t sign her papers saying that she’s indispensable to the company. The guy kept on telling her that she shouldn’t for she’s taking a big risk in transferring mid-career.

I chewed my last remaining burger and Socorro just kept on stirring the mayo with another wedge of her fries from the plate.

After a few seconds, I broke the silence. “So, how do you… get off?”

“You know what?! That’s the problem with you guys – even you gay men. You think women are aliens and that we don’t know how to even jerk off like you do. Well, guess what, we have a clitoris. It’s our version of your cock. I rub it. See? With either of these two fingers. And when I cum, I can actually cum several times, like any other normal woman with a functioning vagina. Satisfied?” with two of her fingers stretched on her raised hand, she hissed at me in an agitated whisper loud enough that the couple at the other table stopped talking and from the corner of my eyes I could see them stealing glances at us.

… and then silence.

“You know what?” I told her, “Some guys like to “finger” too.”

“Huh?”

“The other day I met this guy. He gave me a blowjob,” I told her.

“So? What about it? You always get blowjobs anyway,” she asked wiping her fingers of the oil from her finished fries.

“Well, while giving me head, he also jerked himself off. And while he was doing all these, I saw him spread his legs and thrust his finger up his butt. He was like multi-tasking. Hmm, come to think of it, he was quite a talented guy,” I thought.

“Pretty flexible too I suppose. Don’t worry, once I’ve found my guy, I’ll do that too,” she said.

“You mean, suck, fuck and finger? Wow… either you need two hands and a cock or two cocks and a hand. You women have more holes to fill than a guy. You’re wild,” I reminded her.

“Hahaha, look who’s talking? You’re a huge fucking faggot,” she exclaimed.

“And you’re a horny virgin who really needs to be filled,” I told her and we both laughed.

Then from the corner of my eyes, I saw the couple beside us hurriedly took their bags and quickly left the place.

TRANNY TOILETS

Thai school gets trans bathroom

SUMMARY: More than 200 of the 2,600 students at Kampang School in northeastern Thailand consider themselves transgender, a survey last term found.

Wed Jun 18, 6:21 PM ET

By Associated Press

For teen boys who prefer to dress as girls at one rural high school in Thailand, taking a bathroom break no longer means choosing between "male" and "female" restrooms. There's now a ''transvestite toilet.''

The Kampang School in northeastern Thailand conducted a survey last term that showed more than 200 of the school's 2,600 students considered themselves transgender, said school director Sitisak Sumontha.

So, when classes resumed in May, the school unveiled a unisex restroom designated by a human figure split in half -- part man in blue and part woman in red. Below it are the words "Transvestite Toilet."

Three transgender students praised the new restroom as they plucked their eyebrows and applied face powder in front of the mirror outside the stalls.

"I'm so happy about this," Vichai Sangsakul, a teenager with a pixie hairdo pulled back with a pink barrette, told Thailand's PBS news channel Tuesday. "It looks bad going to female restrooms. What would other people think?"

Most rural Thais are conservative in many ways, but the trailblazing toilet initiative at the school in northeastern Sisaket province reflects another aspect of Thai society: its tolerance of the country's very visible transgender community. In Thailand, the term describes a wide range of identities including cross-dressers, transvestites, transsexuals and those born with the physical characteristics of both sexes.

"These students want to be able to go to the restroom in peace without fear of being watched, laughed at or groped," said school director Sitisak Sumontha.

He said the concept reflected a growing need at Thai schools and universities.

Kampang is not Thailand's first educational institution to set up unisex washrooms, though Sitisak said he believed it was a first for a secondary school. A 1,500-student technical college in the northern province of Chiang Mai set up a "Pink Lotus Bathroom" for its 15 transvestite students in 2003.

Deputy Education Minister Boonlue Prasertsopar recently said the ministry plans to count the number of transgender university students.

He said he was not promoting transgender interests, "but if there are a lot of them in a university and it's a problem, we may have to consider building toilets and dormitories for them."

Transgender people are regularly seen on TV soap operas and throughout Bangkok, working at department store cosmetics counters, popular restaurants, in office jobs and in the capital's red-light districts. Thailand also has transgender beauty pageants. (AP)

GOD'S WISDOM

GOD is indeed wise.
He never gives everything to one man alone.

If HE hasn't given this person a good plastic surgeon, at least HE's given him some money to buy nice-looking underwear.

I wonder where this guy got that leopard print undie.

Cheers! :-)

LAKAS LOOB LAMANG

Gay men are known for setting the standards for physical beauty. Many gay men are also known for making the plain and common shine out. Many local beauty contests have gay men as movers and shakers. Heck, remove gay men from the set-up of these contests, you might as well have Madame Auring as the party planner of Bb. Pilipinas.

On the subject of male beauty contests, it still is the gay man that plans these well. With female beauty contests, the gay man simply puts himself as the contestant wanting to be the belle of the night. With male version, the gay man simply puts in his ideals of the man that will sweep him off of his dainty feet.

BUT, somehow, the Filipino gay man still has to learn the ropes in selecting contestants when it comes to GAY MALE beauty contests. It usually turns out into a travesty.

I saw a poster of another one of those Gay ("Bisexual" for those who cannot stomach to actually say the "G" word) Male Beauty contests. Looking through all the pictures, I can't help but wonder exactly how thick was the foundation they placed on their faces that made them look like overly-photoshopped apparitions on their mugshots?

Some of them don't even look like they're of legal age, and some well...


I wonder, if THIS GUY below won the title of "Mr. Photogenic" in THAT contest above, are the judges of that contest actually gay men OR a half-dead drugged out straight guy who has an axe to grind.

























Hmmm, I think it would have been more fun if he wore a Wonder Woman costume.
























I just wanna know if his friends are still talking to him.























Peace!

CLOTHES - WHO NEEDS 'EM?

This is the video catalogue for a clothing company called SHAI.

I wonder how their window displays would look like in department stores.

Hmmm.... enjoy!

(Oh!! And I like the belt.)

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...”