Business Trip 4

"Oh shit! What does he want?" Jeffrey immediately straightened up and almost panicked.

Ryan didn't answer, He was already on the phone talking to his partner. He was speaking normally. That must be a good sign. Nevertheless, Jeffrey remained uneasy.

"I'm still here... Yeah... Really?... Ok. Bye." That was all that Jeff overheard. Then he turned to Jeff, as he had started to gather his things.

"What's wrong? Is he pissed?" He asked alarmed.

"Hahaha. No. Nothing like that. We are an open couple. He actually wnted me to ask you, would you like a threesome?"

“@hat? A what?"

"Don't act coy, Jeff. Come on. A threesome. Three-way."

Jeff was caugt off guard. “Ahhh.. I don’t know.”

“You should see him. He’s hot. Seriously!” Ryan grabbed his phone and went through his files.

Jeff was stil hesitating. “Do you know what time it is? I have to get up early tomorrow.” he protested.

Ryan showed him pics on his phone that made his eyes pop. Jeff wasn’t kidding at all. The guy on the pic was gorgeous. He was dark skinned and muscular. The round collar shirt he was wearing seemed ready to burst. His face was not classically handsome. But it was an over-all animalistic appeal.

Ryan saw that Jeff found the opportunity harder to resist now. He laughed.

“He really is hot in person. So, do I tell him to come over?”

Jeff’s head is reeling now. How many opportunities like this does one encounter in a lifetime? A chance to have sex with two hot guys, with no effort at all? But what if it’s all a trick? At the very least, it wouldn’t turn out as hot. Worse is if they have something sinister planned. What if it is a ploy and they would rob him and hurt him or stab him, even?

Ryan saw the concern, mixed with excitement. He leaned over and whispered “Hey, it’s not so often we invite a third party. I just know we’ll all hit it off.”

Jeff weakly protested. “But what about work tomorrow?”

“It won’t take long. And we’ll both take you back to the hotel. Alan’s got a car.”
“So that’s his name? Alan?”

“Yup. I’ll call him?”

Reluctantly, Jeff nodded. Ryan reached for his phone and called Alan.

“In about twenty minutes, he’ll be here. Meanwhile, you relax. Lie on your stomach.”

“Why?”

“I’ll give you a massage!”

“Oh. ok..” Jeff complied. Soon enough, he was enjoying the good massage Ryan was giving. And he even started to doze off.

“Hey, don’t sleep on me!”

After a short while, they heard the garage door open.

“Yes! He’s here.” Ryan jumped out of the bed to welcome Alan. He opened the door even before Alan had a chance to knock.

“Hey baby. I want you to meet my hot guest. Sir Jeffrey!”

Alan walked in every bit as gorgeous as his picture. Maybe even more. He is probably older than Ryan yet looked really great. Suddenly Jeff felt insecure about the way he looked.

Alan walked over and offered his hand for a shake. Jeff shook it, meekly.

“Didn’t I tell you he is hot?” Ryan looked at Jeff. Jeff could only nod in agreement.

Alan looked embarrassed at the compliment. “Can I feel more comfortable?” he politely asked Jeff.

Again, Jeff nodded mutely, still unbelieving that this was all happening. Alan took off his shirt to reveal the rippling muscles. Jeff felt his jaw drop. And when he was down to his boxers, Jeff’s knees were weak. He approached Jeff but Jeff backed off a bit.

“Uhmm can I watch you two first?” Jeff asked.

“You sure?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah. You both look so great. It would be like watching porn.” Jeff found his voice and it was betraying his excitement.

Ryan went closer to his boyfriend and kissed him. Their arms locked in a tight embrace as they eagerly frenchkissed. It looks like ‘performing’ for an audience excited them. Meanwhile, Jeff settled on the bed and just lapped it all up. His cock was getting hard effortlessly.

Ryan was now going down on Alan’s chest. That chest that just won’t quit. With huge nipples that were so ready for biting. Ryan licked and sucked those nipples as Alan groaned.

He got to the navel and pulled the boxers down to expose the throbbing brown meat. But instead of swallowing the cock, he held it and looked at Jeffrey. He teased the head while maintaining eye contact. He is obviously getting into the role. It drove Jeff crazy.

Alan couldn’t hold it anymore and shoved his cock into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan gagged but quickly recovered. He let his boyfriend facefuck him. Alan was getting into it as well, thrusting his hips as he would occasionally glance at Jeff. Jeff was slowly stroking his own cock while watching.

Alan stopped Ryan and helped him up. They kissed momentarily before looking at Jeff. Alan motioned and they both wen to the bed to approach Jeff. Alan positioned himself at Jeff’s face and started stroking his cock. Ryan quickly went down on Jeff’s cock. Jeff grabbed that cock, looked up at Alan, and saw the huge pecs. He quickly swallowed the cock which made Alan moan softly.

With his free hand, Jeff fondled Alan’s smooth bubble butt. He wet his finger and probed Alan’s asshole. Meanwhile, he felt Ryan doing exactly the same thing to his butthole. The sandwiched feeling drove him crazy and he relaxed. He felt Ryan’s finger freely slide up the hole. And he started to enjoy it. Ryan stopped, got up and went to get something in Alan’s trousers. Condoms.

Alan pulled back and sat on the bed, beside Jeff. Ryan took the condoms and gave one to Jeff as he opened one and placed it on the bedside table. He winked at Jeff.

“We’ll start. Watch us.”

Alan got on all fours. Jeff watched us Ryan rimmed Alan well, licking and even biting his ass. With Alan all relaxed, Ryan took the condom and slipped it over his still-hard cock. He slowly put his cock inside, very slowly, allowing Jeff to see his cock slide in, inch by inch. Ryan was such a performer. With the cock all inside, he started thrusting his hips, first at a slow pace, then gradually picking up the tempo. Even as Ryan was fucking him, he leaned over and started sucking on Jeff’s cock. This scene was another mind-blower for Jeff. This huge muscled man feasting on his cock, his shoulders and ripped back before him. Looking up he saw how Ryan was ramming his own cock into that big butt of his. And Ryan just looking at him, as if he was fucking him, not Alan.

“Switch places?” asked Ryan.

“Huh?”

“Do you wanna fuck him or do you want me to fuck you?” Ryan winked.

“Oh.” Jeff looked for the condoms and grabbed one. He couldn’t resist wanting to fuck Alan, too. But this time, Alan laid on the bed, on his back. Ryan placed a couple of pillows under him to raise his butt.

“Fuck him, Jeff. Fuck him hard.”

Jeff knelt in front of Alan and just admired the scene first. He caressed his cock to make sure it was still rigid. Alan raised his legs up as Jeff guided his cock into the asshole. It slipped inside easily. Holding one leg up, Jeff started pumping his cock into Alan’s butt. The awesome power that he associated with being top came back to him. With this Adonis begging him to fuck him, he was nearing the moment.

He saw Ryan jerking himself off, watching them. And he also saw how Alan was all hard again, his own hand pumping his cock as he was being fucked. Jeff desperately tried to slow down to keep from climax.

“Shit! Shit! Can’t hold it.” cried Alan out as Jeff was still pumping him. And when he started coming, Jeff felt his asshole tighten its grip around his cock. Cum oozed out his cock. His abs undulated with spasm. He was drenched with sweat. Jeff kept on controlling his ejaculation.

“Oh fuck.” Ryan suddenly uttered. He approached Alan’s body and started squirting jism on his lover’s chest. He had his eyes closed so intensely as he was squeezing every drop from his red-headed cock.

Jeff couldn’t hold it any longer. He pulled from Alan’s butthole and quickly removed the rubber. He was deliriously moaning as he jerked and squeezed the cum out of his cock, coming all over Alan’s cock and navel. “Jesus!”

He exhaustedly laid down on the bed, beside Alan. And he noticed Ryan was on the other side. All he could hear was everyone panting. And the scent of cum and sweat hung heavily.

Ryan got up. “Sir, let’s move. We gotta get you back to the hotel.”

Jeff didn’t want to get up yet. But he was grateful that Ryan was insistent. “You go first.” Ryan signaled to him to go shower up. Alan was already snoring. “I’ll wake him up. Don’t worry.”

The trip back to the hotel was quiet. Both of them were up front as Jeff sat at the back. They dropped him off at the gate, careful that none of the guards might recognize Ryan.

“Thanks, guys. Thanks for bringing me back. Drive safely.” he waved at them as he walked up the ramp to the hotel entrance.

As he was walking towards the elevator, he received a message from Ryan.

“Hope it was good for you. I’ll miss you.”

Jeff looked at the message and smiled. He knew this was not going to be the last time he’ll see him or Alan.



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Who is to say?

Love is so much bigger than my limited experiences of it. Five people have taught me this precious lesson.

From one dimension, I have this two gayfriends They are both into straight guys. I have always thought that was a sure road to disappointment. By definition, these guys would always be looking for girls to love, right?

In my journey, I went through that - falling for straight guys. That was in high school. Though my boyfriends then were straight, they were the ones who pursued. I felt the first stirrings of emotional love through those relationships. But as I entered college, I felt that it wouldn't or couldn't be what love was. There can't be longterm reciprocity.

I chanced upon learning about the category 'straight-acting gays' at that time. It was still called 'macho gay'. Macho gays hook up with other macho gays. That was some sort of epiphany. I knew what I wanted to become. I knew whom I was going to love and be loved in return.

I pursued that 'path' as these friends pursued theirs. We are 'in touch' with other thru that great invention called 'Facebook'. Both these friends of mine are now in relationships with hot, gorgeous straight guys. Both relationships have lasted for more than two years and going strong. Both of them feel loved, and they love in return. And these are not financial in nature. I used to be puzzled at how these could even come to be.

But not anymore. Who is to say that theirs is not love, simply because I impose my 'logic' on them?

Another two friends are posting photos of themselves in relationships. This time, both friends are in relationships with women. I know for a fact that both have had homosexual relationships. But now, all I see are their happy posts as straight couples.

I would quickly raise an eyebrow, as I viewed their timelines. Are these cases of MHL (My Husband's Lover) yet again? Talking to one of them, I learned that his love is as genuine and real as his love for his previous male partners. I still had my eyebrow raised as he was talking. To myself, I was quickly dismissing the relationship as false, as an example of how he has given in to pressure.

But not anymore. Who is to say that theirs is not love but convenience simply because I impose my prejudices on them?

Finally, I have just watched "her". The impulsive reaction is to question the truth about his 'love' experience. With an operating system? Seriously? But the way that 'love story' played out made me think, is it really any different? Was his experience less 'real'? I would have just dismissed it then.

But not anymore.


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Grateful: Witness to the March of Technology

It still amazes me now far technology has advanced from where it has been since I was sentient. I was born to a family that had very modest means in suburban Manila. In the middle of the 60's, all I remember were newspapers, magazines, radio and the phonograph for outside news and entertainment. But because both my parents were musically inclined, and Lola had a piano, we could manage to entertain ourselves simply by singing along to my sisters as they played the piano. During special occasions, we would watch movies. And that was always a major treat for us. We would even dress up!

Communicating was done through the telephone, with its rotary dial and the party line (the shared line). Luckily, she was our spinster neighbor who rarely used the phone. I would get into monumental bitch fights with our eldest sister when it came to using that phone.

Soon came the television set. It was a wonder for us, seeing all that moving pictures in the little black and white screen in an elegant wooden cabinet. The first set was our Lolo's, so watching any show was a community event. Excitement over the TV got me my first major surgery at the age of 6. I tripped running up the stairs with my lunch on hand. I hit my right eyebrow on the edge of the steps. I was rushed to the hospital, and stitched by my own father (he was a resident surgeon then) without anesthesia. Yes. Without anesthesia. Thankfully, I have no recollection of the pain.

The tape cassette recorder and player came and allowed us to capture music we liked. That was the birth of the playlist, though we didn't call it playlist then. It was just a 'tape' or 'mix'. That was such a blessing. We didn't have to buy LP's (long-playing vinyl records) anymore to have a copy of songs we loved.

When we were in high school, Sony came up with the Walkman. Suddenly, you could bring your music with you. Revolutionary!!! And the coolest classmates were the first ones to have that 'it' gadget! I got mine in 4th year. It was a first gen type, when 2nd gen was already available. But I loved it. I learned to experience STEREO for the first time - High Fidelity! I finally understood what depth in audio meant.

The CD player came next. The family's first one was a personal type, a Discman. My first investment in a CD was Madonna's Like A Prayer album. It was amazing! The sound seemed so crisp compared to an audio tape. I called it an investment because CD's were just too expensive for impoverished college kids like me.

To communicate faster, 'the upwardly mobile younger generation' relied on pagers! Either Pocketbell or Easycall. From big sets, the pagers became smaller and smaller. The process remained the same. You dial a call center and leave a "Message for ID number..." But you'd still need to have access to a landline to be able to return calls. And that meant using those red public phones (that never work) or the neighborhood sari-sari store for a quick call. Just imagine how 'revolutionary' it was when the first cellular phones started arriving in the Philippines. Finally a portable phone! No matter if it was as huge as a flat iron. It was personal and portable. We started dumping pagers for the chance to have a cellular phone. My first was huge Motorola. Getting signal was quite a problem. (Nothing really changes?) But I didn't have to wait in some sari-sari store for my turn.

Then the Internet! You could get a dial-up service through existing phone lines. Subscription included an email address. Communication became instantaneous. And if you had the patience, you could start tinkering with the browser and read oodles and oodles of information on anything and everything, including PORN!!

Reaching out to others became easier with ICQ, crude chat services. I used to visit chatrooms like Gay Manila. Though these chatrooms were full of possible hook-ups, you also got to meet friends whose shared interest went beyond having sex. There were eyeballs and grand eyeballs. My bf then and I loved attending them for a chance to see in person that seemingly hot number in the chatroom. No pictures on profiles yet. Just ASL's. LOL

Internet speeds accelerated. Websites became portals which included billboards and chatrooms. Photos became easier to share. Then soon, even videos.

Meanwhile, phones reduced in size and SMS became a feature. Previously, you could only text within telco subscribers. Then the barriers went down. I still remember the first messages I sent from my Globe line to a Smart line of a potential date. Groundbreaking!

On the music scene, portable mp3 players made their debut. But they didn't catch my attention. The iPod did. But I had to wait for the 3rd Gen just to make sure it wouldn't just be a fad. And the 'playlist' was coined and born.

Digital cameras and videocams were also increasing in specifications and becoming cheaper. Soon after, cameras appeared in mobile phones, too.

I'll stop at this point. It gets both complicated yet more exciting and convenient. But beyond praising the current capabilities of the iPhone, iPad, etc., I am grateful for having seen this 'march of technology'. I have known how it is to be simple and unwired and unplugged. Yet I have also felt the ultimate convenience that current technology offers. I was born at the right time to have witnessed all this.



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Grateful: Kasambahay

I can't call them 'nannies'. They were not exclusive to taking care of us. They were all-around helpers and assistants to my mom. But in my heart, they were more than just 'help'. They became friends, even family.

Tarsing, Billy, Auring, Elsie, Mina and Linda, Pia and Linda, Gemma. Those were their names. Or at least the names of those I still remember. They were the ones who came into our lives, into my life and helped shaped my childhood.

Even then, I cringed at the use of the word 'katulong'. There was something so debasing about the sound of it. And it didn't seem to encompass the friendship I had developed with some of them. I guess we were pretty lucky with them, for 'good help is hard to find.' I don't remember having been robbed, or abused, or any of those horror stories the CCTV nowadays capture about domestic help.

Billy tended to us as I was in my early school years. She was really quite tomboyish, very up-and-about and perky every time. In one trip to Baguio, Mom was appalled to discover that as I would sit on her lap, I would actually strum her nipples. Ugh. I was a lecherous young boy. Billy was also the one who would pick me up from school nearby. And one time, in my haste to go home, we both stumbled and bruised ourselves so badly.

Auring was a very quiet and reserved one. But the gossip was that she was flirting with our married driver!

Elsie hailed from Pangasinan. She had the thickest Ilocano accent and rolled her "R's" distinctly.

Pia was the household help I called my friend. I think I was in early high school during that time. She was pouty and moody. She could send Mom's blood pressure soaring with that attitude. But she was also very sincere. I would buy her Pilipino comics from my allowance. We would talk and tell stories. And though she probably knew about my blossoming sexual orientation, she kept quiet about it. I remember getting really pissed at her for walking into the bathroom as I was doing a Number Two! Yes, our bathroom doors didn't lock then. She had to do it because my eldest sister was screaming at her to get something she forgot in the bathroom. I felt so shameful! I didn't speak to her for days.

Mina and Linda seemed like a lesbian couple with their closeness. Mina was quite butch, smoking while doing the laundry. "Filomena mula sa Tagbilaran, Bohol" In contrast, Linda was tall but very comely and maternal. She was probably the sweetest of them all, the most caring.

A few years back, I accompanied my folks to the furniture trade shops. One of the helpers in the a shop suddenly approached my mom and introduced herself as a former help. I did not recognize her, though. My mom took some time before remembering her. She is Tarsing and she was introduced to us as one of those who took care of one of us as a baby. Then it dawned on Mom that I was that one! Only because Tarsing mentioned that it was a baby boy.

She was ecstatic! She hugged me and Mom and was just jumping up and down recalling the times, recalling how I was such a behaved baby. Though I had no recollection, I am still so happy to have met her.

I am now head of the household in terms of being the source of salaries and compensation. But it is Mom who manages and keeps everything in order. My attitude towards help has changed slightly throughout the years. Though I cannot say that I am "friends" with our current help, I will always look at them as family and watch out for them. Managing people in the office has also shaped my relations with them. I have tried to put a semblance of structure and order in managing performance and benefits packages. I am happy that we have managed to keep them, one having celebrated her 10th year with us last year.

I am so thankful to all the katiwala who have shared their time, skills and love with us through the years. In no small way, they helped mold me become the person I am now.


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Grateful. Still.

My barkada planned this Hong Kong trip in October last year. It was another chance to get together, after ‘bonding’ in April in Butuan-Surigao. We had loads of fun catching up then.

As one barkada, we have been together since the 90’s. Yes, the 90’s. One of them was my classmate in high school. The 80’s. We used to travel a lot together during that time until mid-2000’s. Understandably, we were in our 20’s going 30’s then.

But as the second decade came rolling in, we had not gotten in touch as much. This would happen only during someone’s birthday or when a friend from abroad visiting. Then early last year, we started to organize trips again. So even if we don’t see each other as often, we would look forward to the trips and the parties to keep in touch.

We were all supposed to leave today, February 6. They all left, including c3. I stayed behind. I suddenly had the mumps. I found out this morning at 3am. But up till 5am, I was still hesitating. Maybe it’s not the mumps. Maybe it’s no so bad. We’ve paid for the fare. What a waste it would be.

But even if my body could have handled it (I was having just low-grade fever intermittently, and the only thing bothersome was that swelling of the right parotid gland.), and even if i wasn’t so sure it was really mumps (I’ve had it before! How come I’m not feeling so bad?), I decided that I didn’t want to risk infecting others. (I’m reminded of ‘Contagion’, where ground zero was Macau! Yikes!)

So I was feeling awful. Really bad. c3 wanted to cancel but there was no use both of us not going. I can’t even risk him coming to see me anyway. So I urged him to go and not to waste the fare and accommodations.

But I’m snapping out of this self-pity mode. I still am grateful I didn’t go and get sick out there. That would have been terrible. On the budget. And inconvenient for everybody. I also get to spend some rest time at home. Maybe that’s what I sorely needed.

Yes, I am grateful. For gratitude, the attitude, is a choice.




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Business Trip 3

They hailed a cab. Jeff talked to the driver and gave him directions. They were both at the back seat. But neither was making any move to be a bit intimate. Ryan was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. The alcohol seemed to have dulled his awareness a bit.

It seemed to be a short trip. He found himself in one of those inns, those that allowed for short-time visits. And the room reeked of overly sanitized sheets, probably having been laundered a million times from all the bodily fluids left there to dry. He was tipsy anyway. So it didn't matter to him.

"I'll freshen up. You should, too." Jeff went to the bathroom.

Left alone, Ryan suddenly thought of his security. The alcohol has started to wear off. Or maybe his fear started to grow. It dawned on him that he really had no idea where he was in Davao City. He hardly knew Jeff, except for that short conversation at the bar. What if this guy is actual a psycho? He began to feel uneasy even as he could hear the water running from the shower.

This was his chance. He looked for the phone and fumbled with the numbers. He tried "0" but just got a busy tone. "9?" He wondered. He was still trying to work it out when he heard Jeff from behind.

"Who are you calling?"

He turned to see Jeff in a towel. "Ahh.. Room service?" he replied quite tentatively. Jeff must have sensed the nervousness.

"Ah, you still want to drink?"

"Hmm... maybe. Just another bottle? Can I order? You want one?"

"Just Coke."

"Uhm, how do I do this?"

"Press '1'"

"Ahh, '1'... " feeling like an idiot. Ryan placed the order for drinks with the lady on the other end of the line, the one with a very thick accent.

Jeff turned on the old TV and surfed channels. "Aren't you going to take a shower?"

Ryan hesitated to leave his things alone. "You mind if I don't? Feeling kinda cold."

"But you're still in your office clothes. I don't think you even went up to your room."

He was out of excuses. "Ok, I guess." And he remembered how oily he was after that massage. He went directly to the bathroom without taking his clothes off. He was wondering if Jeff would notice. But apparently, he was focused on the TV.

He looked at the dank, wet bathroom. The white tiles need heavy cleaning. He carefully took his clothes off, neatly folded them up and tucked in his watch, wallet and phone in between the folds. He quickly stepped into the shower area and struggled with the knobs with loose threads. And there was no hot water. He braced himself for the cold water that came out in one stream. He rubbed himself with the awful-smelling soap briskly, to keep warm and to try to take out the greasiness.

He toweled dry and wrapped himself. And slowly walked back to the bedroom, with his clothes in his arm. Jeff didn't even seem to notice. And it turned out, the drinks had arrived while he was in the shower.

"Sit beside me, Sir." Jeff grinned and patted his side of the bed. "I'll pour the beer in the glass."

Expertly he was able to transfer the beer into the glass without making much bubbles. And seeing him doing this mindfully relaxed Ryan. Perhaps he had nothing to be scared of. Ryan gave him his glass.

"Here you are, Sir. Enjoy your drink."

Jeff grabbed his own glass and raised it for a toast. "Cheers, Sir Ryan."

Jeff lowered the volume of the TV but left it on. He looked at Ryan. "You must think I do this to the guests of the hotel."

"I actually didn't think of that. But now that you mentioned it, do you?"

"Hahaha, I'm no virgin. But I'm no slut either. I've met up with some guests, usually outside the hotel. But this is the first time I've become... assertive."

Ryan blushed a bit. "I'm flattered."

"I was not flattering you. I'm just being honest."

"Jeff, have you always been so sure of your... "

"My sexuality? My gayness?" he laughed a bit. "Yes, ever since I can remember."

"I'm amazed. I wasn't like that at all, growing up. I denied it for a long time."

"You had girlfriends? Wait, are you married?"

"Hahaha No. I went through the girlfriend phase but no, not marriage. I guess people in the office know now. But it's like a non-issue."

"Exactly, a non-issue. My folks know. My brother knows. Never really felt like hiding it."

"So they know about it in the hotel, too?"

"Yeah. But again, it's a non-issue."

Ryan felt totally relaxed now, and safe. The conversation reinforced that Jeff is a nice guy. He just wasn't used to guys being so forward.

"Do you have a lover back in Manila?"

"Hahaha, no. Had one but we broke off last year. Which is why I told you that finding the right one is hard."

"Do you have one?"

"Yes." Ryan felt a twitch in his heart when he heard the reply.

"Oh.. but why are we..."

Jeff cut him short. "It's an open thing. I can have fun, he can have fun."

"That's really amazing! You kids are so different now!" Ryan exclaimed.

"You mean you've never been in an open relationship?"

"Hell, no! I wouldn't have it that way! No way!"

"So conservative." Jeff chuckled.

"So this thing, it's all about sex, right?"

Jeff straightened up and looked at Ryan with a puzzled look. "Ah. Yes? What else could this be?"

"Of course. So silly of me."

"Hey, what's this? I thought you wanted it."

"Yes, of course." then his voice trailed off.

"Let's just make the most of it, okay?"

Jeff leaned over to him, looking at him directly. Slowly, his face came closer and he planted a kiss on Ryan's lips.

"I've wanted to do that since MTS." He smiled.

"MTS?"

"Matina Town Square. Where we had drinks."

He leaned over and kissed him again. This time, Ryan opened his mouth to taste his lips, his tongue. It was just their lips intertwined now, lapping at each other's tongues. Then, Ryan felt Jeff's hand press his lips closer to his. And he wrapped his arms around him.

Jeff climbed on top of him, still passionately kissing, still wearing the wet towel around his hips. Ryan could feel Jeff's very hard cock pressing on his own throbbing member. He opened his legs to let Jeff pound his hips more. He caressed Jeff's back, hugged him tightly. His hands found his soft round ass, and he struggled to get them under the towel.

Jeff stopped and in one quick move, removed his towel and threw it over the side of the bed. Ryan loosened his and opened it. Jeff climbed on top of him again and they continued the kissing. Their hard cocks were now rubbing against each other. And Ryan could hear himself grunting in between the kisses.

Suddenly, Jeff straightened up and knelt and looked at him. Ryan opened his eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. You are just so darn hot." Jeff let his hand run across his chest, brush his nipples down to his belly button. Ryan felt the electricity. He glanced down and thought to himself "yeah, not bad for someone his age."

Jeff seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled. "You are one DILF."

"DILF?"

"Sheesh, don't you browse the internet?" They both laughed. "Daddy I love to fuck."

"Oh, that.... are we doing anal?"

Jeff laughed out louder. "You make it sound like some annual physical exam."

"No." Jeff hunched over and began licking his nipples. And with his abs he was pressing Ryan's cock. "Not yet." He licked all over it, sucked it and bit gently. Then he made his way to the other nipple, all the while grinding Ryan's cock with a rhythm.

He licked his way down his belly until he reached the cock. Then he paused and held the stiff cock in his hand. Ryan looked down at him again, without saying anything this time. Jeff looked at him directly as he started to lick up and down the shaft of the cock. Just gentle licking and nibbling. It drove Ryan crazy looking at him seemingly having a grand time playing with his dick. Then he went up the tip of the cock, and started teasing it with his tongue, letting the saliva mix with pre-cum oozing out. Finally, he swallowed. First the head, and just that. Sucking on his head as his tongue played around it. Then inch by inch, he lowered his mouth wrapping his lips tightly around the shaft.

Ryan saw his entire cock slowly disappear into Jeff's mouth. And he felt as the head seemed to have hit maybe the tonsils. He saw Jeff burying himself into pubes, though it was still short from the last time he shaved it. The warm mouth, the tight lips made him groan as he closed his eyes.

"Fuck! You're good."

Jeff continued to go up and down his cock, sucking and slurping. Then he felt a hot, wet finger starting to explore his crack. It just felt so good he let that finger wander around and feel his asshole. Then it poked inside him. That jolted him.

"Uhmm.. don't. I.. I'm not clean."

Jeff withdrew his finger. And straightened up a bit. "Turn around."

Despite that, Jeff propped Ryan's ass up on his knees. And as he was tugging on the stiff cock, he started to lick his asshole clean.

"No.." but that protest became a groan as Ryan felt the tongue slide up and down his crack, and even down to his cock, now being pulled down. Then he felt Jeff's mouth engulf his dick again, all strained and stiff yet feeling the lips and tongue playing all around. He was delirious with delight. Next thing he realized, he was already feeling Jeff's cock rubbing against his crack, his asshole.

"Did you bring rubber?"

Jeff reached over and kissed him on his neck. "You want me to fuck you? I thought you weren't clean?"

"No. But if you insist."

"Hahaha. Mr. Ryan, the pleaser. No, I won't fuck you. Even if you asked. "

"Oh okay."

"I didn't bring rubber. And I'm not going to do bareback." Jeff released him and let him lie on his back. He laid beside him, propped up by his arm, with his head on his wrist.

"I really like you, Ryan."

He didn't know how to respond to that. The guy's attached. He's based in Davao. What do you say to that?

"And I like you, too."

His cock became limp just as Jeff's free hand started to play with it.

"I can get it hard again."

"Don't. I like playing with it this way."

His fingers were gently fondling his cock, tugging at the loose skin, brushing against his palm and fingers. Then he straightened up and knelt, with his cock now directly at Ryan's face. He gently guided Ryan to suck on his cock. At first gently, letting Ryan control the pace. Soon, though, he was face-fucking him, feeling ecstatic as he looked down on him.

Ryan worked on the cock like it was the perfect cock. It was thick though not too long. And he loved the way it filled his mouth up, without gagging him. He played with the head, nibbled on it as he licked it. Jeff pushed his cock harder, pumped it all the way in. He was obviously getting worked up.

"Oh shit. Oh shit." Jeff murmured.

"Yeah, Jeff, come on my chest. I want to see you shoot that load on my chest."

Jeff was jerking himself furiously. "Yeah? You want me to? You want me to blow my load all over your fucking chest?"

"Yeah. Come all over me." Ryan himself was jacking off, too. He was so turned on by the image of this young stud jerking in front of him, in such wild abandon.

"Oh fuck, here it comes. Here it ..." Jeff shoots loads upon loads of cum on his chest. Thick cum just shooting out of the thick cock. And that made him come himself.

"Oh man! Shoot that fucking load! Whoa! What a shooter! I felt it on my ass!" Jeff cried out loud. And he tumbled out of bed to look for tissue paper.

Ryan laid there, all spent. He was panting. He closed his eyes, his head still reeling. Jeff approached him and gave him tissue paper. He got it but didn't clean up yet. He just laid there. After a while, he saw Jeff checking out his mobile.

"Oh shit. I have 5 Missed calls."

Ryan got up. "Huh? From whom?"

"My partner."




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