Salted Tea

Jacob met Patrick at a party.

Jacob was good looking and there were many guys oogling at his stunning features during the party to validate his godliness. On the other hand, Patrick was a commoner and he might as well be invisible as nobody bothered to notice him.

At the end of the party, Patrick, drunk, invited him to have coffee with him. Jacob was surprised but Patrick was very polite and unlike, the other stunning guys on the party, he felt Patrick's sincerity and accepted the offer. They went in a nearby coffee shop and sat at one of the table set outside. He ordered tea while Jacob paid for a tall espresso. In front of royalty, the commoner was too nervous to say anything.

Uncomfortable and bored, Jacob is starting to regret that he accepted Patrick's offer. 

Suddenly, Patrick asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my tea."

Jacob at him for his strange request! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his tea and drank it.

Curious, Jacob asked,  "Why do you add salt to your tea?"

He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea where I could feel the taste of the sea which is just like the taste of the salty tea. Now every time I have the salty tea, I always think of my childhood and my hometown. I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there."

While saying that, tears filled his eyes. Jacob was deeply touched. That must have been his true feelings from the bottom of his heart. A man who can express his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares about home and takes responsibility of his home... Then Jacob also started to talk about his faraway hometown, his childhood and his family.

That was a really nice talk and also a beautiful beginning to their story. They continued to date. Jacob found that Patrick was actually a man who meets all his criteria of a good partner; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm and careful. He was such a good person and Jacob almost missed him! Luckily, his salty tea brought them together! and they lived a happy life together... And every time Jacob made tea for him, he put some salt in it as he knew that's the way he liked it.

After more than half a decade, tragedy struck the loving couple. Patrick was killed in an accident weeks before their seventh anniversary and while cleaning the condominium they shared, Jacob saw a letter addressed to him which has a date of what could have been their 7th anniversary.

The letter said,

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you - the salty tea. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous that I actually wanted some sugar but I said salt. It was hard for me to change what I said so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times, but I was too afraid to do that as I have promised not to lie to you about anything… I'm writing this letter to you to tell you how much I love you and how much I am ashamed of keeping this lie to you.

To tell you the truth my love, I don't like the strange bad taste of salty tea... But I have had salty tea for since I knew you, I never felt sorry for anything I had ever done for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness throughout my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I would still want to know you and be with you for my whole life even though I would have to drink the salty tea everyday."

Jacob tears made the letter totally wet.

One day, someone asked him, "What's the taste of salty tea?"

He replied, "It's sweet."

Gym Rants: The Good, The Bad and The Fugly 3

Read the FIRST part here.
Read the SECOND part here.

I stayed in the steam room and hoped that Mr Fugly left the gym already. And just when I thought Mr. Fugly is gone, the steam room door opened. I didn’t know who it was initially because I had my eyes closed. I thought it was Mr Fugly but when I opened my eyes and looked at the guy, it was Mr Good in all of his hotness smiling at me.

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Mr Good sat in front of me. Boy was he hot!!! I can’t get my eyes off of him. He is the person I wanna be with and with a body I wanna have.

He sat in front of me still flashing his heavenly smile with a hint of devilish grin. I’m like a moth infatuatedly fascinated by the flickering tongue of the candle light. One small mistake and crashing and burning is a certainty.

Our eyes were locked at each other like we were studying each other’s features. I wanna looked at his body and the bulge between his two legs but there something in his eyes that kept me mesmerized. Neither of us looked at anything else but the contours of our faces even after the door opened and someone entered.

Enter Mr Bad and out goes my visual battle with Mr Good for psychological supremacy.

I saw how Mr Bad eyed Mr Good and understood why he sat in front of Mr Good and a few feet away from me. Mr Good looked at him and looked back at me, I looked at him with raised eyebrows and looked back at Mr Good. Then our conversation started to get serious.

Mr Good stood up and approached me. He offered a hand and said “Hi!”

Now it’s my time to smile. I took his hand and we exchange pleasantries after that while Mr Bad watch in envy. I learned he’s an account executive while doing freelance modelling on the side. I shared that I’m a Quality Analyst (doing my boyfriend on the side).

Mr Good asked me if he could speak to me frankly. I said, "sure". He explained to me that he was attracted to me and that he had been since the first time he had noticed me at the gym some time before I noticed him. Hoah! Talk about a major esteem boost.

I admit. I felt a slight tingle in my crotch but I knew that’s a line I wouldn’t cross. He did stroke my ego... the only thing he would get his hands on that day.

When Mr Bad heard me tell Mr Good I’m already taken, Mr Bad decided to be more aggressive. He stood up and went in front of us and decided to show his moves. He flexed, he touched, he looked, he licked his lips... it was a show....

The moment he sat and rubbed his crotch, which is at least 6 inches semi-hard already, in front of us, I went out. I am gay and no doubt Mr Bad is hot but I know he’s exhibitions were not meant for me and so I left before the heat gets into my head and I decide to “play” with Mr Good so that Mr Bad can watch our desires envelopes our towelled body in envy. Before I left, I smiled at Mr Good and said with undeniable sincerity, “All yours.” and called it a day.

Surprisingly, Mr Good went out after me, I guess it’s not his cup of tea too. We went out of the gym together and had a great conversation before we went our separate ways at the Bus stop. (He’s from Las Piñas and I’m from Kalookan).

Mr Fugly still cruises up to this date. I rarely saw Mr Bad work out in that branch again. Mr Good and I became gym buddies. He never tried to hit on me again.

In Memoriam

Mavié B, outstanding quality analyst for a world-known company and a hopeful writer / blogger of www.silverwing-angel.blogspot.com, died this morning from complications of losing his soul mate and his lover.

He was 25 years old.

Outspoken and a comic, Mavié was and always been a hopeless romantic… a persona that he magnificently revealed to the world during his one year and two month relationship with his reputed soul mate until the final days of his life.

Sadly, his pursuit for true love ended late Tuesday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the daring and brave Mavié secretly clung to the belief that everything happens for a reason and that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences but rather, it’s a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan.

Ultimately, Mavié concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny.

High School Blues

I kissed him with fervent passion, our tongues intertwined as our sides stroked up against each other. He moaned into my mouth, I grabbed his dick and started slowly stroking it. 

Our 1st time, and me about to lose my virginity.

I took his rock hard pole out. It was already jizzing precum, I smirked, as I quickly lick it off, and kissed him. I quickly took his dick in my mouth as if I was hungry and haven't eaten in weeks. His eyes widen as he let out a loud moan. I kept going. 

I heard him gasp. I kept sucking him for all he was worth and loving every moment of it. He screamed my name. The wind blew in his hair, as I looked up at his beautiful eyes in the sunlight. That look in his eyes, I knew he was there. He screamed in pure pleasure. Not wanting to look weak, I swallowed, it was good and it was really good! 

I knew I'd be doing that quite often. "I-it's 1:00, we gotta go back to school.” 

I sighed, as I got myself straighten out. I look back to see if he was ready. He was. He stood up shaking as he held my hand and we walked off back towards the school. I smirked. "Enjoyed it?" I asked. 

He nodded. "That was amazing...I need to come over your house so we can...ya know, finish." He continued blushing. Damn he's so cute! "Heard that right!"

We walked back up to our high school. We made it just in time, I kissed him good bye, as he got on his school bus.

Passing

I rose and proceeded down the aisle...

towards the filled casket.

I stood at the brink and slowly looked over the edge. I used to be scared of death. Not anymore. I saw there, his calm shell. I couldn't cry. He hates it when I do. There would be mourning of course, but for now, seeing him lying there, peaceful, is enough.

They said he died with his family by his side. I'm sorry I wasn't there.

Now, his eyes closed a smile on his lips, and his heart open. He let so many people into his heart, that even in death, he brings life. I couldn't help but smile. My love was at peace. I slowly folded my hands and said a prayer to him.

As I finished, I looked into his face and mouthed the words...

Queer as Manila Folk

 I was rushing to work this evening when I stumble on an old friend.

James is actually a friend of my best friend’s boyfriend and we were introduced to each other years before we actually became close friends. And when I brought in my ex to join our small gang, he and my ex became BFF’s.

Since the rain decided to drop in unexpectedly, we found ourselves stuck in "Shangri La" waiting for the heavy downpour to end but shared an opportunity to catch up. I found out that he already broke up with his beau of more than 10 years, Sonny, and now a manager of a shoe boutique.

It’s good to see old friends again. It’s like going back to the place where you grew up or looking on a dusty, old photograph. Good times just keep rising from the depths of our memories leaving the bad times at the back of our mind. I remember spending every night in their (Sonny and his) humble, Al Fresco Resto doing nothing but eat and watch "teleserye’s" while playing Scrabble or Monopoly. We laughed ourselves until the wee hours of the morning. I wish we have met on a moment when I’m not pressed for time or he is not on his way to meet his current boyfriend.

As the evening shower slowly wanes, we went our separate ways. He asked for my number, my Facebook account with an invite that we should meet again soon as well as a favor to ask.

Once, a long long time ago, back when we still had our regular prime time "teleserye" marathon while trying to "avoid getting in jail" and fighting each other over "Boardwalk", I shared a passage to him

It was actually a good passage. It made me believe in God again. I promised that I’ll send him a copy of the passage.

I just sent it to him a few minutes ago and I’m sharing it with you guys now. Hope it will have the same impact to you guys as it did to me.

"I think God appreciates it even more because he created you in his image.

At least that's what I was always taught.

And since God is love and God doesn't make mistakes, then you must be exactly the way he wants you to be.

And that goes for every person, every planet, every mountain, every grain of sand, every song, every tear... and every faggot.

We're all his….and He loves us all."

-Ted, Queer as Folk

Hark a Herald Angel Writes

Last February, I took the arduous responsibility of launching my own BLOG. I say “arduous” because you see, that was the moment when my former client decided that their money are best spent elsewhere and unceremoniously ramped the account down to a close.

My job über demanded so much time that giving birth to my own cyberplace in the cyberuniverse was something that only a submissive masochist will carry out.

Whilst I find gratification in soreness and pain, I have my agenda. Amidst all the ruckus of my otherwise dull, peaceful life, I find an unsure tranquility when I put pen to paper. Having followers to admire and enjoy your literary skills is just a by-product should you let go of the conventional ink on paper and fly over and take on the cyber world via the wonders of digital letter.

To put it in plain words, blogging became my literary zen. 7 months later and with considerably less weighty yoke than when I started, I’m still at it.

And with 2 more joining my flock of readers that seem to be suprisingly pleased with my rants and raves, I’m on the starting line of a challenge to write more work.