hungry like the wolf

abover contacted me again. i had previously posted about abover before, but under a different name. i just can't recall, for the life of me, what name i had posted him under. so abover it is for now.

he wanted to meet. i love abover's body, but i just can't really get over his face. not that i would call him ugly. i don't think he is. he has a great body, very muscular. he also has a good dick, with a beautifully-formed bulbuous head. he loves to fuck. yet there is something about him that makes me hesitate.

maybe it's because i'm inherently not attracted to his category of beauty. on paper, he seems good. i know for a fact there are many admirers of his. there's just something off about him to me.

so, for the meantime, i still long for mt.

til we meet again

a few days ago, i was with rm, introduced by a mutual friend.

rm is younger than me, shorter than me, and very muscular. in fact, he had competed in a recent bodybuilding contest, though he didn't win. it was a shame, though it was pretty obvious to tell that his chances were slim right from the start, considering the bulk of the contestants were in his competitive (short) category. at 5'5 he did cut an impressive figure, with his very broad shoulders and heavily muscled torso that slowly tapered down to his taut six-packed stomach and splayed down to his heavy thighs and legs.

he wanted to meet at a motel, so we did. i fulfilled part of my muscle fantasy. as he headed to shower up, i washed him down. water and soap made our skin deliciously slippery. i stood behind him as we lathered, marveling at the size and hardness of his body. he leaned back against me, my hard cock nestling between the cheeks of his bubble butt.

and so the dance began. it was not tango, it was not waltz, it wasn't even a frenetic dance one would dance with gusto.

it was more like a shuffling of the feet to an awkward beat that soon ended on a low note.

so there we were, in bed. i, on top of his warm body - as he hugged me, suddenly had a thought. this was the second time we had been together, and the second time that it was unexciting. he didn't do much, the sex was not really passionate, nor was there even a foreplay. it was, as samantha jones would term it, a deal-breaker. and then and there i decided, it was over.

though he was hot, he was not mt.

i still crave for mt.

so it was over for rm.

without you

i think it's time to post about mt.

mt is a bodybuilder who i mistook for someone else i know. it was a rather embarrassing experience, but it did make us acquaintances, and dare i say, friends.

he is tall, very muscular, and unconventionally attractive. i also find him charming and funny. and he has one of the biggest dick i've ever seen in real life. unfortunately, i suspect he is married with a child, though he did not confirm anything. he gave me my first hickey. well, it was a series of hickeys. i hated that. i didn't know he did it until i saw them.

"just so that i'll know if you have someone who'll get jealous if he sees them." this was what he said when i confronted him. i must confess, it did make me a little tingly in certain places.

yet we've never gone past anything farther than touching.

strange, isn't it? it has been over a year since we've been together. two years even, i think.

he's been busy working as a personal trainer.

oh, how i miss him.

strange stories, amazing facts

almost a month without posts.

i've been a little busy, catching up on my sleep. i haven't even checked my usual online haunts.

i've decided to write this post on the unseen world, which is totally out of character for me. but it has always been such a part of my life - it's just that i haven't told many people about the other side of me.

being pinoy, we are all used to everyone we know having at least one supernatural story.

i have several.

actually, i think my so-called sixth sense is semi-operational. i am a little used to it, though. as a child, i used to play underneath a large tambis tree. and i was told that i sometimes seemed to play as if i had a playmate. but i don't remember any of this at all.

as a child too, i would hear voices calling my name. this started when i was around grade three. now, i know this sounds schizophrenic - and i could be accused of worse, and these voices called out to me from the strangest places. i would be walking in the streets to or from school, and i would hear a voice calling me from above me. in the restroom, in the classroom, in the shower at home, and in my room too. they ceased after i ignored them for months. but i can't ever forget that episode.

nor could i ever forget the week in my fifth grade when i got so disoriented. i had three successive nightly dreams that would become true and live out the next day. the most mundane things confused me, because i was sure i had done them already. the assignments, the lectures, even down to the snippets of conversations i had with friends. well, one would think that it was a good thing that i dreamed about the assignments ahead of time. but i wasn't that conscientious of a student. thank god that successive dream phase only lasted for a bit.

although, after that, i still had dreams that would occur later in my life. nothing major most of the time. i've dreamt of deaths, of happiness, of monotony. sometimes they happen a few weeks later, or months later, or even years later. even up to a decade. one just recently occurred to me while i sat in a waiting room for a consultation with a doctor, and i'd dreamt that exact moment more than ten years ago.

i think they call it deja vu. or precognition. whatever. i've learned to live with it. but it still jolts me from time to time when it happens.

and this is just one of the several strange things that continue to happen to me.

the rest will be in other posts.