Friday, September 18, 2015

A Boy's Weakness

Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame the circumstances, ourselves or even God for it.

But we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day.

Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!

Author Uknown

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,”(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” “This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. “No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.” Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Prince and the Poppers

I was standing in Stuart's bedroom with my jeans around my ankles. His hands gripped my bubble butt as his mouth worked on my helmet. I shrugged off my shirt. Stuart stood up to clasp me to his body, and this time I pushed my naked hardness against him. I reached for his cock as we played tongue catch. 

My questing hand explored his hard rod through his briefs. I gently rubbed him while I stepped out my shoes and kicked away my jeans. Now, I was naked and squirming gently against him as we tongue kissed again. My hand was inside his pants feeling his warm hard rod. Slipping lower I held his smooth balls, then returned to stroke and fondle his cock some more.

He pushed me in the bed and watched Stuart strip off his underwear. He joined me in the bed for a full frontal naked cuddle, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. He bent his head and suckled on my nipple and soon we were fondling each other's cock and balls, slow wanking each other and french kissing.  

We sixty-nined. I got his eager cock in my mouth and after rolling my tongue round the head, sucked him slow and deep. Stuart's hands were on my butt cheeks pulling my cock into his mouth while his fingers explored my crack. I shifted my leg to open the way for his hands and soon his finger ran over my boy hole. Liking what it found it circled the ring. 

My ass cheeks tingled and I clenched moaning happily. My body was calling as I rubbed my face in his pubes and licked his cock and balls.

I could hear him fumbling in a drawer as I sucked him, my head in his lap. He took a long sniff then said "Try this" and offered me the a small brown bottle. As I sat up and accepted the offer, Stuart grabbed the lube and condoms. After a long breath on both of my nasal opening, Stuart kissed me as he lay me down then straddled my face to go down on my hard hot rod and naked balls again. 

The popper's rush began almost instantly and I felt overwhelmed. My libido was shooting up as he rubbed his genitals into my face. Soon, I turned into a horny, slavering demon, eagerly slurping and licking and sucking at Stuart as he fingered my ring once more with a well lubed finger.  

I was lost in a musky passion where my whole world was cock and balls and my longing to be filled. I opened willingly to the probing of his stiff finger as he slipped into my mancunt. I moaned happily as his finger went slipping in and out of my tight hole while I greedily suckled on his cock through the rush.

"I want you to fuck me" I whispered. 

"Of course I'm going to fuck you," he replied. 

In answer, I turned around so I was laying in bed... my legs outside his. He wrapped his hands around both our cocks and rubbed them together. His cock was quite big in comparison to my own.

He offered the bottle again urging me to take another whiff as he grabbed a condom and carefully unrolled it over his prick. I become light headed as he smothered his sheathed cock with lube. I raised my legs pulling Stuart on top of me, then he was kneeling between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders, my ass raised on a couple of pillows, and his cock standing stiffly ready to enter my offered ring. 

He sniffed on his poppers and held the bottle for me again. As I inhaled, I felt a cold shock on my love hole as Stuart applied a generous amount of lube. The poppers rush started just as he was pushing into me. I was riding a storm of sensation and pleasure as he thrust in and out of me. I was clenching on him as he pushed in pulled out. My boy flower relaxed and yielded as he pushed back into me. 

He gasped and steadied into the rhythm of my milking muscle control, then gradually increased the pace until I couldn't keep up. I lay opened up to him and helpless in my ecstasy as he pleasured himself thrusting into me. I was being fucked at last.

I was playing my cock as Stuart fucked me to the verge of cumming. He kept me hanging on, eased off his climax, and found the poppers again. We both inhaled deeply then he was driving even harder into me than before while I was opened up more than ever. Stuart was bringing himself off in me, a look of intense concentration on his face. 

I was keeping pace with him this time, bringing myself to orgasm in sync with him. Then I was so horny, I knew I would soon cum from Stuart's ass fucking alone. Our swollen cocks at last released their load, mine spurting cum over my chest while him thrust hard up my ass, released deep inside me.

He kissed me tenderly on the lips then carefully pulled out and wrapped the filled condom in a tissue. As we embraced our soft and tender cocks rubbed wetly together. I turned on my side and he cuddled me from behind, his soft genitals pressing warmly against my fleshy ass cheeks. His hand cupped my balls and cock and he kissed me in my neck as he gently massaged my balls, stirring my cock back into life. As it stiffened in his hand, Stuart started gently pushing himself against my ass cheeks. 

Soon I could feel his hard rod sliding up and down my well lubricated crack as he slowly wanked me. I lifted my leg and draped it back over him, then reached down under my balls and caught his rod in my hand, putting another condom and steering the head towards my boy cunt. Stuart pushed in an inch or so, then pulled out again, slow wanking me all the time.

I was pushing back against him, wanting him deep in me again.  He drilled his cock deep in my ass again then whispered in my ear. 

"You need a good deep fucking, and that's what you're going to get."  

I stiffened even more and tightened my ring on his cock at his words.

"How do you want me?" I asked submissively.  He pulled out of me and arranged me face down with my legs drawn up under me and my ass high in the air in a dramatic pose of willing surrender.

As he knelt behind me I inhaled a large draft of poppers again and passed the bottle back over my shoulder to him.  When he had finished with it, he passed it to me and I took another deep toke before replacing the bottle on his bedside table. My face burried on the pillows, my ass raised and inviting intrusion I waited for Stuart to take me doggie style. 

Then he was in me, hands gripping my hips, pushing up my boyflower further and harder than before. I was pure bliss and wild ecstasy as Stuart’s cock drove in and out of me. I lost the reality. I reveled in Stuart's selfish use of my body as he pounded into me in a vigorous sprint to orgasm.

As he stiffened, he pulled my hips hard to him, thrusting deep into me, emptying himself the second time. 

He crumpled on top of me, his softening cock still nestling in the relaxed muscles of my warm and swollen hole, his weight pressing my hard cock firm against the mattress.  

I felt warm and complete. He stirred himself and carefully holding the condom on his softened cock, slipped out of me. We cuddled, his soft wet cock rubbing against my hot hardness as our hands explored each other. Soon I was slow wanking my straining rod as he kissed my lips. 

I never felt so open, so given, so surrendered in my longing as I was in this sea of pleasure. Then Stuart's mouth was on my cock and I was captive in incredible pleasure. I felt my orgasm building even as I found more of myself to surrender to the sensations flowing through me. 

Under Stuart's warm and skilled attention my loins felt opened like a flower and soon my spunk was flooding out of me, into his mouth.

He lay on top of me and we kissed, my mouth opening to receive my own cum as our tongues wrestled in the salty fluid, our soft and tender cocks rubbing together. Drifting into sleep, we turned on our sides, and I lay cuddled by him, his soft warm cock nestling in my bubble butt. He dozed off first sleeping soundly before me. As I drifted off I put Stuart’s hand around my cock. 
First Photo Here
Second Photo here

Tuesday, June 30, 2015


I rarely get mad.

But when I do, hell freezes over.

Your foul reputation precedes you. However, I still gave you the benefit of the doubt... you deserve far more less.

I guess that was my first mistake.

On the first and the only time we were introduced to each other, I witnessed your dreadful piece of work. Your deficiency in good manners and your apparent lack of class was so laughable, it was only matched by your desperately tactless attempts to fit in.

And even after all that, you barely made a fart noise.

You were history, the rest of us moved on.

And then this happens.

I tried to understand where you are coming from.

God knows I did.

Why target me? Why target us? What's your motivation behind this? I was fairly nice to you and if my memory serves me right (which it almost always do), we never had an argument that escalated significantly despite of you being obnoxious.

In fact, we never had an argument at all.

I kept you in my social media circle for the longest time because your existence was very negligible and your "user-friendliness", affecting me critically, never crossed my mind.

That was my second mistake.

Don't expect for a third mistake. You have less than a week to justify your actions. After that, get ready asshole cause there will be hell to pay.

And by the time I'm done with you, no amount of high-end make-up can save your sorry, social climbing ass!

You messed with the wrong person, dude!

photo here

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Unholy thoughts during Holy Week

I first saw him on the bus walking down the aisle towards me in slow motion, picking the seat right in front of me. I observed with perverse delight, the way his hair fell in half-curls, the lone tiny mole garnishing the back of his neck and the way his muscles changed shape as he turned towards the window.

Now, I see again that erotic masterpiece walking towards me on the beach with his athletic swagger.

He stops near me and divests himself of his clothes. As he bends over to drop his watch on the towel, I take in his glutes hugged by the lycra in his trunks. As he walks away towards the water, the alternating squeeze and relax motion mesmerizes me. I try not to blink, intent on catching every nano-second of the action.

His toes curl as the first wave washes over his feet. I feel a tingling within. He wades in further. The waves lap eagerly at his calves, licking their sinewy contours. He wades in deeper. The water swirls around his thighs, taming the curly black hair, that now cling fast to them.

He takes another step. The tingling within me intensifies as I watch the water graze his groin. The absorbent fibres of his trunks hungrily devours the moisture and the wetness spreads upwards transforming the trunk into a filmy sheath heightening the excitement factor of the taunt flesh within.

I hear a splash and see him disappear beneath the water's surface only to re-surface again. My mind goes into action framing his powerful shoulders as they break through the surface. His muscles gleaming in the dusk sunlight.

He plows the waves as his powerful legs propel him through the water. 

And as he becomes a distant blur, I'm left with un-holy thoughts of me and him.

Undressing and licking and teasing and whispering. Two bodies, fitting like Legos together and screaming in a tangle of sex.

photo here

Sunday, March 29, 2015

The Legend of the Blue Leash, Final

The first rays of the early morning were creeping over the horizon as beams of light starts to glint off the ocean sending streaks of gold and white light all around. 

Ash woke up with a smile. 

It is a new day.

He crawled out from where he was peacefully laying and peeped out of the window. He couldn't help himself smiling as he looked over Miguel’s wonderful sexy body sitting on the beach and silently watching the ocean.

Ash, stark naked and unafraid, went out, slowly approached Miguel and hugged him from behind. "Good morning." He greeted.

"Good morning." Migs answered caressing the strong arms wrapped around his lean, bare body. 

The morning wind was pleasantly cold but the cozy snuggle brought by Ash’s affectionate embrace was just what he needed to make this moment perfect. Miguel kissed him as they both quietly watch the sea rippled and splash to the sand urging them to jump in and taste the saltiness of a morning soak.

On any given day, they would have grabbed their boards and accepted the challenge.
But neither of them moved. Their warm, nude body pressed against each other so much that that they can hear each other’s heart beat was enough to make this day.

“Not now.” Miguel thought as he addresses the teasing waves. “This moment is mine.”

"No, this moment is ours."

Not more than a day ago, it was just "his". For a very long time, it was always "his"... "mine". It was always a one man show. But today is the start of a new chapter for both him and the person beside him. 

And he couldn't be more excited and contented. 

He is ready to share his life. Today, "mine" has been taken by the sea far away from them. 

Today, "ours" begins.

The sun was way above them when Ash hesitantly broke the silence first. “So what now?” He whispered. “Does this mean you are my boyfriend?”

Miguel smiled. He found it innocently cute that Ash is asking this question. He gently broke Ash’s warm embrace, faced him and cradled his angelic face as he look sincerely in his eyes.

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” He asked.

“I want no one else but you, Migs.” Ash answered. “But I don’t want to impose.”

“Do you want me to be yours?” He asked again.

Ash sincerely nodded.

“All of me is screaming your name.” Miguel declared with all the subtlety in the world.

In front of him sits a young man who just realized and accepted for the first time that he loves another man. He remember his first time stepping out of the closet. It was painfully confusing and nerve wracking. He didn't want that for Ash. He would tread this road as delicately as possible for Ash.  

“I have imperfections." He continued with the most earnestly comforting tone he could muster. "I have faults. I have made some wrong decisions in the past. But if you want me then I am yours.”

“I am not perfect as well Migs. And if you want to know my answer now then the answer is yes.”

"Yes Migs. I want you."

If only his heart could jump out of his perfect chest and scream for joy, it would. Ash's answer almost brought him down to tears. He tenderly kissed Ash's soft lips and tightly hugged his broad body once again.     

“Then let’s do this right.” Miguel announced.

Miguel landed a quick smooch once more, stood up and ran towards his surf board laying a couple of feet away. Ash watched him quizzically as he has no idea what Miguel is planning. 

He quickly returned back and showed Ash the blue leash that he gave as a gift. 

Facing Ash, he attached one end of the leash to Ash’s wrist as he whole-heartedly expressed his vow.

“Ash, I love you without hesitation." He started. "I promise to keep you safe. I swear to comfort and never hurt you. I promise that I will never betray your trust and be yours."

"I will love you when we are together... and when we are apart."

Ash, couldn't believe what just happened. He was stunned. 

Alone and undressed, on the beach that brought them together and with the waves that they both love as their witness, Miguel is announcing his affectionate commitment to him. He never had this kind of genuine promise from anyone. He couldn't keep it any longer and let out meaningful tears in his beautiful eyes and answered with a vow of his own.

“I accept you Migs as you are." He answered as he attaches the other end of the leash to Miguel’s wrist. "and I offer myself in return."

"I vow to be loyal to you. I swear to be understanding and never to make you cry. I will care of you, stand beside you and share your joy as much as your burden from this day forward."

"I promise to be yours and yours alone… heart, body and soul.”

By the time Ash ended, Miguel was brought down to tears. This day couldn't get anymore better. 

With the blue leash binding them as one, they held hands and sealed their union with a kiss full of love and affection.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Little Boy's Meeting with God

Author Unknown

There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons.

The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was, and he got up to leave but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But, before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, “Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?” She replied, “I ate Twinkies in the park with God.” But, before her son responded, she added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”

"God is everywhere.  We just need to share our happiness and make others smile to feel him."

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Dude 500

It took me more than a week before I sent him a message

We briefly met when he dropped by our garage sale. After much haggling and subtle flirting, he bought one of my sneakers I barely used. (click for the story here)

He unapologetically scribbled his number on the five hundred peso bill he paid me which I quickly saved in my mobile phone before I gave the vandalized currency to my sister who was manning the make shift cash register.

He failed to scribble his name so I wittingly named him “Dude 500”.

He looked rather damn good! Though, a couple of inches shorter than me, he was very well built with a decently broad shoulders slightly tapering off down his slim waist. He had short shaved black locks and a fine ass. One that just makes you want to touch and grab it. His eyes, though not my preferred Asian chinito, was still beautiful. And when it was framed by his eyeglasses, he nailed that nerdy hot, boy next door look.

To be honest, I totally forgot about him. It was only by accident that the memory of our swift (and very professional) meet up came back into my mind when I was browse through my phone directory searching for another contact and saw his name.

I really don’t know whether I should send him a message and fulfill my promise or just ignore him, count him as a collateral and delete his number.

My values won and started our conversation on an appreciative note.

“Hi! Thank you for buying my pre-loved shoes last week. I hope you like it =).”

He replied the next day.

Dude 500: Don’t forget that Fridge Magnet you threw in for free.

Silvan: Woah! That was fast!

Dude 500: Look who’s talking.

Silvan: Just kidding.

Dude 500: No worries =). I was busy at work. What’s your excuse?

Silvan: Ditto!

Dude 500: You must be verrrrrrry busy.

Silvan: With the renovation and work? I am… and I am sooooooorry.

Dude: Hahaha! You are funny. I like it. Love the shirt BTW. It fits me perfectly.

Silvan: Nice! Glad to know that some of my things has found the right owner.

Dude 500: I would love to show it to you sometime.

Silvan: I would love to!

We decided to meet up after much compromise and rearrangement of schedules between the both of us.

Three weeks later, a movie and a very smart conversation over a cup of overpaid and overrated coffee, we found ourselves inside the motel room both naked in bed trying to get more comfortable with each other.

He held my hand and looked into my eyes before leaning over and landed his soft lips in my silently hesitant mouth. 

I fell silent and melted away.

After a long session of light Frenching, we began doing it hardcore. I can feel his hard on pressing on my tummy so I slipped my hand down to grab it. I felt a decently size monster lurking down there.

He let out a barely audible moan and smiled at me. The smell of his well tanned body was intoxicating. The fragrance of Clinique Happy mixed with his own natural Jock smell sent me through the roof.

I took over and went on top of him.

I licked his neck paying longer attention on tonguing his Adam's Apple. Each time he swallowed, I felt his Adam's Apple move in his neck. I smelled his skin, inhaling the odor of his manliness. I reached down to rub his cock and felt a wet spot of pre-cum on the tip of his raging hard on. I moved down to his nipples as he started to get into it. He was moaning so loud by the time I choked his boy pole, grin at him and dived down to give him a blowjob he could never forget. The smell of his manhood sent me over the edge and I began sucking on him like I was an animal. I went crazy for his cock.

My cock was rock hard and needed my attention as well. He noticed that my hand reached for my cock and started stroking it while I suck him.

He then stopped me and said, “My turn to suck you.” He stood up and offered his hand urging me to follow him. He then urged me stand up and pushed me against the wall and started playing at my nipples. I quickly went bezerk and answered his muffled moans with my own all the while playing with his hair.

Then the moment he slowly kneeled and put my cock in his mouth, I lost it and my knees gaved in.

He giggled and threw me in the bed. We kissed again before he whispered, "I wanna fuck you hard!” 

I grinned and spread my legs to give him access to my manflower. He aimed his cock at my ass with lustful intentions. He  tore into my guts with his cock as I whimpered and moaned in pleasure. He fucked me well into the night mumbling and moaning dirty talks like how my ass felt so good or how my boycunt is all warm and tight.

I felt his skin. I rubbed his nipples while looking at his face and how lustily enjoying every thrust in me. His smooth flesh, all warm, and muscled made me hungry for him even more.

He was thrusting in and out, feeling my warmth from my inside for what it seems like forever.

Then his phone rang.


And again.

I asked him to stopped for a while and pick it up as it might be an emergency assuring him that my tight boyhole will hungrily wait for him.

He grabbed his phone, looked at the screen and took it in the bathroom advising me not to turn on the TV.

I was never the one to eavesdrop anyone but the silence of the motel room was only broken by some barely audible noise from the bathroom. Though I did not understand what they were talking about, my ear caught words like “Yes Babe”, “I miss you” and “I love you”.

That horny fucker is already in a relationship... and obviously cheating.

Though we agree to meet up with a mindset that it’s just for one night only, I never wanted to play around with someone that already has a partner.  

When he opened that toilet, placed his phone back on the table and went on top of me, all I wanted was for us to get it done and over with.

I tried to get back in the zone to an enormous effort but every time I look at his beautiful face, every time he thrust his manhood, all I can think of is his partner patiently waiting for him.

I’ve been that guy when my ex fucked around on the side and it’s not a good feeling.

I wished I never heard him.

After a while he took me down doggie style and continued pounding my man hole. "AAHHH, OOHHH, Oh fuck, god damn! He moaned.

I buried my face in the pillow occasionally letting out a fake moan until he cummed and he collapsed by my side beyond satisfied.

“Tangina! Sarap mo!” He complemented as he catch his breath.

I flashed a weak smile.  

“There was something different though after my boyfriend called.” He declared without any remorse or guilt.

“Nawala lang siguro sa momentum.” I lied.

He held my hands, laid in my chest and grabbed a quick snooze before he took a shower. We still have a couple of hours on the room so I opted not to leave whilst he would come home to his waiting lover.

Before heading out, he planted a very wet kiss in my lips and proposed “We should do this again sometime.”

“Keep in touch!” I answered.

Alone in the motel, it got me thinking maybe gay men are really designed to fuck around. Like straight men, they are genetically predisposed to spread around their genes. In gay men’s case, spread around their cum.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from him.

“Thanks for a great day! I had a fuckin’ blast. Next time dun tayo sa bahay namin.

I thought of myself and realized. After all the hardships I’ve been through, I’m still that naive and ignorant boy who never grew up and still believe in happily ever after.

“Ask me again when you are single.” I replied