"I need a drink." Ryan thought to himself. It was a tough day. The negotiations didn't seem to be proceeding as planned. Well, as 'they' planned it. 'They' meaning Head Office. It was one of those long meetings where each point made became an argument. And unfortunately, he was alone facing the team from the other side.
He got off the cab and wandered into the hotel lobby. He was thinking if he was going to go up to his hotel room first and change or just saunter into the bar and help himself to some alcohol. The practicality of immediate alcohol gratification won him over. He went inside the dimly lounge and saw just a few guests inside. The small stage where the band, if you could call it a band, was still in darkness. Do you consider a torch singer and her back-up guitarist a band?
He was welcomed by the waitress in a long skirt but with a slit that went all the way up. And if you were a hot-blooded male, your eyes would probably be imagining whether there was underwear underneath.
But Ryan ain't no male, though he remains as hot-blooded and horny as they come. And being tired from that meeting didn't take away that libido. It may have even made it more intense. What he could do with a great massage in his room now.
"Sir? Would you like a drink now?" The fantasy was interrupted. Not rudely because the waiter asking the question was a welcome sight. He was quite tall. And the waiter's uniform did not bother to hide the broad shoulders and the chest. Now if he was just the masseur...
"Ah yeah. Could you give me the wine list?" He asked, trying to be cool and unaffected.
"Certainly, Sir." The waiter turned around and walked towards the other end of the bar to pick up the wine list. Ryan found his jaw dropping at the sight of the buns of the guy. 'Sheesh', thought to himself 'What is it about their uniforms? Is the hotel deliberately pimping the staff?' And he glanced around at the waiters and waitresses around. They were all strangely attractive and sexy. Or maybe it's just the lighting. Or lack of it.
The waiter, 'Jeffrey' as his nameplate bears, handed him the wine list and opened it up for him. "We have good Australian wine here, Sir. The Shiraz is recommendable."
"Hmm. Well, that sounds good. Give me a glass." He didn't want to bother pretending he knew anything about wine. As long as it tastes fine, and it delivers the buzz he so badly needed, it should be good. Besides, he was training himself to enjoy the pleasures of wine.
As Jeffrey left to fetch his drink, the waitress came over with a bowl of complimentary peanuts. And he debated on whether he should actually order something to eat. The TV monitors were showing either sports or CNN, with the volume turned low. He was not interested in either. He casually glanced at the other patrons. There was an older guy, trying to flirt with a waitress. And a couple who obviously came from a city tour. Perhaps on a honeymoon because they had eyes only for each other.
Jeffrey came back and served Ryan his wine. He made him taste first. Then poured more when Ryan approved. Again, Ryan didn't bother to actually taste it. It seemed okay.
"I hope you are enjoying the city, Sir. Is this your first time?" Jeffrey asked.
"Here in Davao, nah. I come here often. Always on business."
"So you've never visited the tourist spots, Sir?"
"Yes, I have. There was a trip when some friends followed and we all took time off. I love this place."
Jeffrey smiled. And he didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave. There weren't too many guests. Just too many of them waiting on tables.
"That's nice to hear, Sir. Are you from Manila?"
"Yup. You been there?"
"No. I would love to. But I've always just been here."
"Are you really from here?"
"Yes, Sir. Grew up in Matina."
Matina. That's the beach area. He used to love it there, not so much for the swimming, but for the view of the sea. But it has become cluttered lately.
"Ah yes. I know the place."
"You do? Not a lot of tourists know Matina. Just Times Beach"
"I am hardly a tourist. I wouldn't even mind settling here."
"You'd probably get bored, Sir."
"Bored? Why? You've got malls, bars and restos."
"Yes, Sir, but Davao City is really small, even if it has a huge land area."
Impressive, Ryan thought. The boy knew his geography. Well, some of it.
"I like it here. Just a few miles up, you got a huge mountain, and springs and forests. Then a few miles down, you have the beach. What else would you look for?"
"That's true, Sir. But if you are from Manila, it might bore you eventually... Would you want another glass?"
Ryan didn't realize he had already downed the glass and as they were chatting. He found Jeffrey hot and charming. And he was actually giddy that he was spending time chatting with him.
Yes, he is horny now. Horny for Jeffrey. And he has no idea how to get from this point to getting into the boy's pants. Was he going to be bolder? Could he afford to be? He realized he only had two more days left.
Jeffrey returned with the bottle and poured him some more wine. But he was accompanied by a waitress this time. Ryan was puzzled.
"Sir, this is Ina. She'll take care of you for the rest of the night. I'm ending my shift."
'Damn! I haven't had the chance to get his number!!' Ryan cursed his fate. He smiled at Ina dryly. "Hello Ina. Could you get me the menu?" He suddenly felt hungry. With Jeffrey leaving, he might as well just grab something to eat.
He would have wanted to say goodbye, at least. But Jeffrey never came back. So he busied himself with his dinner. And soon enough, the 'band' had their first set. That was enough of a diversion till he started to feel the buzz, about four glasses later. And he was surprised it was just 10 minutes short of 9pm.
The horniness was still there. He decided to take a chance on the massage places around town. He was referred to one, quite near the hotel. So he had the concierge hail him a cab to take him there. "Amaranthus" was the name of the place. Exotic sounding for a rundown 'spa', if you could call it that.
A big guy greeted him at the makeshift counter. He looked around at the bamboo furniture and realized how dingy the place actually looked. But when he turned his attention to the receptionist, the guy was actually easy on the eyes. And he was more surprised to realize that he was going to be his therapist.
Small cubicles with plywood walls. A tiny cot and a plastic stool beside it. He was thankful for the buzz that made him easily forget where he was. And the massage was pleasant. Soon enough, the big hands of the therapist was carefully kneading his hind legs, making their way up his crack. 'Ahhhh' the signal for the extra service.
And when he turned over, he looked at the guy again. He kind of reminds him of Taylor Lautner, and the thought excited him. But as soon as he started fantasizing, the hotness level dropped when the guy whispered in his ear, negotiating for the extra service fee.
'Another negotiation?' he thought to himself. He was not in the mood for another one. So he nodded as the price was suggested. And quickly, those big hands started massaging his cock, not gently, almost hurriedly. 'Ugh' he thought to himself, and even wondered whether he would even get an erection.
Then the situation turned comical. Big guy stood up and murmured "Sir, does this turn you on?" He began dancing like a macho dancer, trying to make his stomach wave, with the customary hand up, bicep curled. "Good grief!' Ryan thought. "Just continue the massage, please." He mentioned exasperatedly.
Embarrassed, big guy got back to holding his still-limp cock, and started licking his nipples. That finally got some reaction from him. And soon enough, he was squirting on his belly.
The rolled tissue paper beside him was put to good use quickly. Big guy was also being nice and chatty as he was cleaning him up. And he gave him his mobile number. "Sir, I do home service, too."
He was out of the place fast. The massage and the release did him some good. But somehow, he was still up for some coffee. He hailed a cab that took him to the popular coffee shop, BluGre quite a distance from his hotel, in Matiina Town Square.
The coffee place was at the end of strip mini-mall. And as one approached the area, the music became louder and louder. It turned out to be beside an open-air hang-out place for the locals. He caught the smell the beer and smoke as he entered the coffee place. There was quite a crowd, even inside BluGre. But he found himself a small spot to settle and to enjoy his cup of durian-flavored cappuccino, the specialty.
He particularly loved durian, a taste he deliberately acquired quite a while back in one of the visits. Alone, he went to the stands selling the fruit and forced himself to enjoy the fruit. He really didn't have a deep aversion to the smell anyway. So eating the fruit wasn't much a chore. He actually immediately loved the sweetness, the tartness of the fleshy fruit. The taste was finally acquired.
Ryan walked out of the coffee shop and ambled into the chill place beside it. The energy level was rising with the band level shouting the words to the faster-paced songs. The crowd was enjoying it. And as he looked around, he saw much eye candy, young good-looking hunks with their girlfriends and/or barkadas. 'Ahhh, how I love Davao', Ryan thought to himself and smiled.
"Sir, you're here!" This was the greeting accompanied by a tap on the shoulder. He looked around and faced Jeffrey, his waiter at the bar earlier, his reason-for-horniness, the one who got away... almost.
"Hey!" was all he could say.
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