tang

the 'wrong' reasons

1. you are much too young

2. you dont have the muscular body i usually like

3. you said you swore off women after 2 consecutive bad experiences

4. you have a daughter

5. you got used to relating with stereotypical gays who spend for you and give you 'gifts'

6. you dont have the academic credentials to make you a trophy catch

7. you dance like the devil in heat

8. your facial expressions when you dance attract all the wrong ones

9. you dont have a house or car or white collar job that makes you the traditional 'bring home to mama' material

10. you are much too streetsmart

11. your humility is easily mistaken for pretense

12. your penchant for not demanding much is too reminiscent of pump priming

13. your QT factor is way up, so that creates jealousy windows i could live without

14. you are a hard worker (that's a bummer because i want more time with you)

15. you smell clean (and i would have loved to write here that i hate your cheap cologne)

16. your friendliness is borderline flirting

17. you dont speak english well to rack up points in my colonial mentality

18. you dress simply (love the striped undies though, jejejeje)

19. you kiss like hell, it should come with a health hazard warning

20. you smoke when im trying to drastically cut down on this vice; and

21. you sound sincere!

there.

at least 21 reasons why i shouldnt be in a relationship with you.

one reason why i am -

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL, EVEN WHEN IM NOT WITH YOU!

walkin the streets

im a streetwalker.

i love walking the streets very late at nite or early dawn. its good exercise, can be cruise-y, is my me-time if im alone, or good time for talking if im with someone else.

needless to say, there have been a lot of bloggable walks. take last week, for instance.

rosie and i did a mini bar-hop. nothing that interesting happened but we got hungry. so we ate, at 2 different outlets because we couldnt agree, jejejeje.

we were kinda waiting for cabs to take when our masseurs passed by, it was closing time. just a friendly wave and smile, and they were off, probably to eat at larsian.

on the spur of the moment, rosie suggested we walk towards capitol, and we did.

the flower pic you see was in front of cebu doc and you gotta admit its a conversation piece. jejejeje. we took pictures of it as we found it.

the windmill pic is at the citisavings corner of the boulevard, yet another conversation piece.

so who do you think would put up this makeshift windmill and why? it was so high above to be a child's plaything unless that child is on someone else's shoulders.

it is not a particularly windy spot.

but it is there. and it does work.

so thank you, whoever you are. and continue to have fun!

pecks & fans, 7

PINO INASAL

pecks

considering that it is at fuente, it would have been better if it closed a little later because it can give outlets in the area a run for their money (its at the 2nd floor of cybergate).

menu is understandably limited, and its chicken inasal is so-so.

fans

for a pang-masa outlet, it has classy ambience; it even has outdoor seating!

'teresa' is a hunky chub of a waiter, with a smile that can lite up your day. jejejejeje. and he aint the only eye candy there too...

the P60 chicken sausage & bicol express combo that i had was actually okay, what with the unlimited rice. will try the pork version to see if its better (it should be).

bottomline: we are going back....

the boxer

was walkin to moonburst when i spotted him walkin along the street with 3 of his friends. tried to catch his eye but no deal. oh well, cest la vie.

sometime later, i was glad to almost bump into him in the bar, but he was dancing with trannie central, whose friends were all agog because he was a catch. illegally low jeans, black tee not too tight, mocha skin, and bedroom eyes that seem perpetually about to close.

was just enjoying watching him because i thought hes one of them trade boiz looking for ez cash.

sometime yet later, coming from the bar, i went back to find that he was gone, and so was trannie central. damn. oh well....

i found a spot to sit when who should be sittin at the next table but him! so of course i asked where trannie was and he said he didnt know, he wasnt with her. i was doing my 20 questions bit when he said: i wanna dance.

so dance we did, all of 5 minutes. first thing, his friends came back in. after he disposed of them, it wasnt dancing no more, no sir. it was makin love on the dancefloor.

i learned that he is an amateur boxer who has won plenty, and had an upcoming fight in 10 days.

me: arent you supposed to abstain before a fight?

him: youre not goin to tell my coach, are you? and besides, this is all your fault! i cant go home this hard!

well, well, well. a friend in need.....!

but i thought, no. so we stopped dancin, drank the last bottle, talked about stuff like boxing and gay people.

he told me that since i refused his advances, then the least i could do was accompany him home. hokey! this is interesting, i thought.

home was an apartment where their coach and manager housed their stable of boxers. of course we exchanged numbers and set the date for our next meeting.

a kiss is a dealbreaker for me, so i asked for a goodnight kiss. he said no.

but he pulled me a little further along the road, where there was a vacant lot, and said: kiss lang?

i said yes, that will do, for me, for that night. so he kissed me.

and i kissed him.

and thus another scandal was made because suddenly the kisses were not enough. he had almost no inhibitions, he asked me if i still wanted to meet up with him again because maybe there was nothing to come back for.

boxers.... jejejejeje

he won the fight. and we celebrated it.

end of round.

pecks & fans, 6

extra service

they used to be called sauna baths or massage parlors. and a lot would go to them for the ‘sensations’.

now they are called spas. and a lot go to them for the extra service.

lets talk about that.

the downside is that it is prostitution. and you doubt the cleanliness of many establishments. since they dont require that providers take regular HIV/AIDS testing, then its always AYOR (at your own risk).

it is difficult to get good reviews about just the massage.

on the plus side, it is relatively cheaper than if you bought trade off the streets (the hotel room plus the fee would be at least 3 or 4 times higher).

it feels safer because it has a legit cover. there is also less embarrassment than when you enter a ‘casa’ or brothel.

and there are a lot of web reviews about the masseurs looks, ‘assets’ and ‘performances’.

no wonder they have proliferated.

if you want to test (taste? jejejeje) for yourself, first thing you have to do is undress completely. everything off.

many spas provide boxer shorts and stuff but you really dont want that added risk.

this is the first clue to the masseur that you are open to the possibility of extra service.

when his fingers ‘accidentally’ bump into certain things, or when he ‘accidentally’ presses his crotch on different parts of you during the massage, and you dont complain or move away, then you are on your way.

prices of the services vary, and more than half of these extra services are nothing but clumsy handjobs.

of course there are hustlers. they are the ones who automatically assume you came in only for the extra service. one of my own worst experiences happened when the masseur had his finger on the crack of my ass as he leaned over to whisper “sir, soft or hard?”. we havent even started the session yet!

these hustlers also dont take no for an answer. they know that many would find it hard to resist if you choose them by name, and they are already in the process of jerking you off as you haggle the price.

a few have been known to kiss the ‘no’ off your lips. talk about hard sell huh?

so, if you really wanna go that way, know what you want, and set your budget.

good luck and happy ‘biyaheng langit’ trip!

pecks & fans, 5

“gikapoy ka ba?”

so asks the latest spa to open in uptown cebu, pisil.

we didnt know anyone who could give a review on it so, oz and trey and i decided to give it a try. (hayyy, the sacrifices we make for the gay community, jejejejejej)

first off, the location is a bit off since its inside a small arcade where its the only thing open after 8 or 9pm.

the usual muzak and dim lights that would be ordinary at other places became better appreciated here because their entire frontage was plastered with garish tarpaulin posters of their menu of services and prices and a foot reflexology map (identifying which body parts were connected to what part of the foot; then, suddenly, at the bottom, there’s a link to ‘diarrhea’. go figure).

all the cubicles were upstairs. they have possibly the narrowest beds in the industry because i cant seem to find a place to rest my arms when im lying on it.

then again, it maybe because the leatherette-covered beds were new, and so were puffed up extra to accommodate sagging with wear and tear.

their staff dont have uniforms, and they are usually in our outside the lobby if they are not servicing, so that you can choose if you want to.

my massage was okay. not good, not bad. [and when i say massage, i mean, massage! jejejejejje]

i liked that fact that my masseur didnt talk me up coz i was not in the mood for talking then. the cubicle space was really so small that he had to deftly maneuver so he wont press any other part of him on me, except his hands.

he didnt intentionally feel me up or something like that. and he didnt offer extra service. maybe he felt that i wasnt in the mood.

trey seemed to had a good time. he was chattily drinking up our portions of tea when i got down. and oz seemed to have a good time too, especially since he got the hunkiest of the batch that was there. jejejejeje.

so there goes our pisil experience.

and yes, im coming back.

correction, i already came back. LOL!

"jay"

i first experienced his massage in an uptown spa (that used to be the priciest there, hint, hint). twas the hardest soft massage i had and i liked it. of course, i came back. when i went back next (and no, coswald, this didnt happen in 3 consecutive nights! - jejejejeje), he wasnt there anymore. oh, well.

and then i visited another spa (still uptown) and found he was working there already. so i kind of became a regular client. wholesome all the time, okay?

though i gotta admit it takes a whole lotta control to remain wholesome considering how playful he is. easy on the eyes, and not a hustler.

plus, he does give good massage, sensitive to stress points and all. and he knows when to shut up because most of the time, i dont want to talk while naked and kneaded.

one time, he was in mid-massage, we were talking since the start since it was some time since my last visit, when i felt a change.

he became silent, and i felt him get hard, a first. and for you size queens, he’s just a medium, okay?

i asked him why he suddenly became quiet, but he just smiled.

when the massage was almost over, we crossed the line. it wasnt wholesome no more.

and no, he didnt quote a price, and i even looked for him after to give him his tip because i felt that he was kinda embarassed about it.

now im not saying i was the first client he did that with/to. but we were both changed by it.

a visit or two later, we had our talkiest session ever. i think some ice has been broken or something. then again, maybe it was the many bottles of beer i just had. as trey would text, watevs.

hemingways, it was the usual playful session but we were both laughing over a whole lotta stuff. this was almost closing time.

i think the other masseurs & masseuses got curious over what was happening in our cubicle that they went to the front desk.

imagine our surprise when the door suddenly opened and front desk lady was there, squinting her eyes to see what all the fuss was about.

she, of course, saw nothing out of the ordinary so she hurriedly closed the door, which got us both laughing all over again.

front desk lady was so flustered when i got out. and not a few eyebrows went up when jay kinda shouted that i should wait for him to just put on a shirt coz he was going home already.

i think people took that to mean he went home with me. i sometimes wish he did.

but really, all we did was eat and talk and laugh some more.

i think that was one of my best sessions ever.

thanks jay. of course, i came back.