22 June 2008. Yes, the title said it all. I have been advised that Jorge and company would be dropping by. Just like before, it was on a sunday morning. This time, I have anticipated it - a waste basket for the used tissues and condoms, more dry towels, soaps, and condoms!
Its basically the massage party people plus Rommel! He is handsome, slim, and young.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Massageparty
18 May 2008. Jorge invited some friends over. He told me that they are here for a massage party - we massaged each other. He did not mention any sex, but I could only hope for something.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Picked up on the streets
02 June 2008. When I was younger, in my 20s, which was about two decades ago - being picked up on the streets was at first a novelty then it was part of the alternative life style. I use to work up late and it was on those times that on my walk home that I got picked up. It was exciting, your heart pounds fast, so unsure of yourself. The times changed, and that the makati area I used to walk on my way home became risky, patrols and cops monitor the area. Its not the robbers or bad elements that you have to be careful off, its the police who would catch you in the name of moral decency. The internet came, and I cruise in cyberspace and consumate all that fucking and sucking in my pad.
Now, in a Latino country, I have become a Latino´s bitch - my guerrero. I have not written in this blog for more than two months. There was work, sex - and drugs! One time, I was drugged, only once - thus the absence of blog entries, I wanted to forget and move on. I have always been advised how dangerous this country is and I have experienced it first hand.
Last night, I had to work up late. By 930 pm, I was rushing home - afraid of going home although I was always re assured that my work and residential area is safe at night. I walk everyday to the office and back home, its around 45 minute walk, and the reason I got back in shape a little bit - back in my early 30s body, the one that I strut around in a bikini around the beach. I stood at a street corner waiting to cross the street, and I saw this Black, hot Latino looking back at me. Our eyes met, he looked away, into the street, then back at me, I was looking into him... Honk... Honk... reality checked in.. There are others cars and he had to driveaway ... it was a one way street, he coudl not just turn back... unlike back home in the Philippines, I cannot wait on that street corner. Not safe, I continued my walk home.
One street corner down, turn left. Walk again, main street, busy corner. Then as I turned on my left, there he was staring at me!! He started talking, I was excited. I was scared. He is handsome, gorgeous, my knees became weak. The very little spanish I know flew out of my head. I was stuttering, its been five months here, I know sufficient spanish to get laid but words elude me. He just motioned forward and drove on. I saw his car crossed, speed on.. and parked.
I crossed one step at a time. My mind was debating, I was caught up in a moment. But I was also scared, what if this might be another set up - everyone cautions me about how dangerous these Venezolanos are, how I have been already victimized once and could not go to the police or any authorities. Should I? It would be more prudent to just walked on by. And there I was standing beside his car, and he went out of the car, offering his hand. Chit chat, grasping whatever spanish I could say.
"Donde vives?" - this is what I understand from all those spanish.. the magic phrase
Now, in a Latino country, I have become a Latino´s bitch - my guerrero. I have not written in this blog for more than two months. There was work, sex - and drugs! One time, I was drugged, only once - thus the absence of blog entries, I wanted to forget and move on. I have always been advised how dangerous this country is and I have experienced it first hand.
Last night, I had to work up late. By 930 pm, I was rushing home - afraid of going home although I was always re assured that my work and residential area is safe at night. I walk everyday to the office and back home, its around 45 minute walk, and the reason I got back in shape a little bit - back in my early 30s body, the one that I strut around in a bikini around the beach. I stood at a street corner waiting to cross the street, and I saw this Black, hot Latino looking back at me. Our eyes met, he looked away, into the street, then back at me, I was looking into him... Honk... Honk... reality checked in.. There are others cars and he had to driveaway ... it was a one way street, he coudl not just turn back... unlike back home in the Philippines, I cannot wait on that street corner. Not safe, I continued my walk home.
One street corner down, turn left. Walk again, main street, busy corner. Then as I turned on my left, there he was staring at me!! He started talking, I was excited. I was scared. He is handsome, gorgeous, my knees became weak. The very little spanish I know flew out of my head. I was stuttering, its been five months here, I know sufficient spanish to get laid but words elude me. He just motioned forward and drove on. I saw his car crossed, speed on.. and parked.
I crossed one step at a time. My mind was debating, I was caught up in a moment. But I was also scared, what if this might be another set up - everyone cautions me about how dangerous these Venezolanos are, how I have been already victimized once and could not go to the police or any authorities. Should I? It would be more prudent to just walked on by. And there I was standing beside his car, and he went out of the car, offering his hand. Chit chat, grasping whatever spanish I could say.
"Donde vives?" - this is what I understand from all those spanish.. the magic phrase
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Nunca en mi vida ...
Never in my life ... have I experienced someone like Jose Luis. He is young, mid 20s, slim, and very handsome. We met on the internet, which is a safe way to meet like minded individuals. The internet offers discreetness that one's real boring life of daily clerical work, day to day living, povides some excitement.
What makes Jose Luis so different? The Latinos, the venezolanos I have encountered are attractive, have not failed to make me hard and horny. Well, they are all endowed, gifted with their third leg ... and his so far is the biggest of them all. I met Jose Luis in McDonalds El Rosal. It is usually best to meet someone in a public place, a common ground. His smile got me, but inside I was hesitant, a bit sad and afraid - I thought I was lucky to meet someone in the flesh someone so young and charming. I had doubts if he would want to have sex with me, to go to bed with me ... but he flashed a smile, a very warm smile. I may not end up with him but at least I had some time getting to know him.
Jose Luis was very not only handsome, he was a good dresser. His clothes are fine and I felt shabby compared to him. But he was nice, and despite the language barrier, we tried to talk to one another ... and my heart skipped a beat. He is willing to go to bed with me, he wants to try my expertise.
We walked from McDonalds to my pad. I was thanking the Gods for their mercy, I could not believe my luck! Jose Luis smells so good. He looks good, smells good, definitely slim ... I did not want to hope much but I was already happy. Being with him was already a delight to begin with. He is tanned, his skin is golden brown, I know I would kiss his skin slowly, lick his body, his cock, his balls, taking my own time. I was going ahead on what I hope to happen, on what I would do.
I have to take it slow. I do not want to scare him, he has to be relaxed. I do not want that smile to disappear. Its a good thing I live alone, thus it was easy to invite him in. I showed him the sala, offered some drinks, then told him I have some porno, hot man to man action that we can watch in my bedroom. He smiled, I hugged him, felt his warm, smooth body and guided him to the bedroom. Its a studio type so there is no door to open or lock from the sala, just a divider wall. I have it prepared, a DVD of male porn is already in isnerted in the player. The condom on the bedside table drawer and the lubricant.
We both lie down, watching as two guys were doing it. I hold his hand, he looked at me and that innocent, disarming smile. He let me hold his hand... while his other hand was on his crotch, a bulging one. I think he was getting hard. I moved my hand to his leg, touching him, petting his leg. I lied on my side, one hand holding him, the other hand, slowly sensing his body. I was touching him, sensually, slowly.
I got to place my hand on his other hand, on top of his bulge. His cock was definitely hard, and big! I moved his hand away, he did not stop me. I opened up his zipper, and pulled out his dick. Oh my - yes he was big!! He is uncut, that is a given, but he was so hard, his foreskin was pulled to the max, he seemed cut.. I simply without speaking kissed his little head. I licked the precum at the mouth. I looked at him, he was smiling from ear to ear, no protest, enjoying my warm and moist mouth. I continued my sucking his dick. I tried my best to gag on his manhood. It was not easy to take him, but I also felt his hand guiding my head.
Too hot a mouth for more ... Luis ...
Mi boca es muy caliente para mas? My usual repertoire is too start with oral sex and then proceed from there. Afterall, it is in oral sex that one can determine if the cock would be hard enough for something more intimate. Believe me, there are those dicks that would not be stiff enough for more than oral sex. But then, that would be another discourse.
I got to chat with Luis. He said he wanted to have sex. I said yes but it was a work day, I was not sure if he would be able to come after work. Luis is white and rosy cheek. He is heavy but attractive in a certain way. He walked along El Rosal till he found my building then he miscalled me. I was looking for my keys and I was surprised the concierge already let him in. We met on the ground floor, on the elevator. He was flushed with walking.
I got to chat with Luis. He said he wanted to have sex. I said yes but it was a work day, I was not sure if he would be able to come after work. Luis is white and rosy cheek. He is heavy but attractive in a certain way. He walked along El Rosal till he found my building then he miscalled me. I was looking for my keys and I was surprised the concierge already let him in. We met on the ground floor, on the elevator. He was flushed with walking.
Married is Casado in Spanish
I still maintain my bias with married men, even with Venezolanos. He is married with children, the stamina and cock hardness is good but his performance is better than single men. I guess its because that being married one gets more experience and more maturity to think about his partner.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Young and horny Mak
From mature to youth. From Black to white. It was a contrasting experience. Mak is someone I likewise met on the internet - from guys4men.com proving itself as the site to meet others, from the Philippines to South America.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Maduro means Mature
He described himself as Maduro, meaning mature. I did not shirk from him, afterall, we all do age, it is inevitable. Aging simply means one is still alive, for death would be the only thing that stops aging. Besides, in my experience the more mature ones having more experience are definitely better in bed. So I gave it a shot and I was not disappointed.
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