The Midnight Affair

Chapter One: The Awakening

I never thought that Dianne and I would get married. Bago pa man maging kami, our relationship as lovers probably was the toughest. We fight like cats over where to dine (more like forcing the other to decide) or even on the simplest matter of saying our goodbyes that never really end.

I would almost be as ashamed to mention that when we were still teenagers, I'd always get bullied because of my physique. Guys would continue to talk to her despite the fact that we are holding hands, like they don't even notice me. Yung ibang tao kinikilig pag nakakakita ng cute couples. Well, we are not that perfect fit.

Langit siya. She has an angelic face, the "opo, Ma" type that boys would always want to wind for attention. I didn't know how we ended up together.

Oh, yeah. I remember. Dahil lagi na lang akong natutukso, I keep away from them bullies everytime na bakante ang schedule ko. I go to the library. Alam kong walang pumupunta masyado dun. I enjoy the company of books and the cobwebs that cover the (abandoned) bookshelves. One time, hindi ko inaasahan na may tao na pala sa likod ko. That was Dianne. She looked at me eerily. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. No, she didn't look, she examined me. Yun pala, I caught some cobweb on my nose. Damn, akala ko hahalikan niya ako. Feeling ko lang pala yon. Pero kinabahan ako ng sobra na hindi ko maintindihan. From then on I started stalking her. Maybe, just to catch that feeling again.

She may have noticed me. Pero siguro dahil mabait lang talaga siya, she started a conversation. A conversation after another. Isa yun sa mga naging dahilan kung bakit na-ban kami ng dalawang buwan sa library. We just had so many things to talk about.

Minsan pauwi na ako. Then out of nowhere, bigla na lang kasabay ko siya papalabas ng school gate. "Sabay tayo," sabi niya. Napangiti ako at palihim na nagdasal na sana wala munang jeep na dumating. Pero malas, may dumaan. Sa jeep, bigla na lang siyang sumandal sa balikat ko. I don't know why she did that. But it felt nice. I felt the need to keep her head comfortable hanggang sa makababa siya.

At ang sandal sandal, nauwi sa holding hands, sa halikan. Siya ang una ko at ako ang una niya. Ang sarap ng labi niya. Parang hindi ko kayang tigilan. Madalas nag-iinit ang pakiramdam ko at gusto ko siyang hawakan sa iba pang bahagi ng katawan niya pero nakokonsensya ako pag gumagalaw na rin ang kamay niya. Pakiramdam ko hindi tama ang ginagawa namin sa edad namin.

Lumipas ang mga araw at nakarating sa mga kuya niya ang mga balita tungkol sa amin. Bunso si Dianne. Naturally, her brothers would feel protective of her. Inutusan ako ng kuya Lexi niya na pumunta sa bahay nila kung seryoso talaga ako sa kapatid niya. Nanliit ako sa sarili ko nung makita ko ang mga kuya ni Dianne. They are the people you would not - ever - want to cross. The muscled builts and towering stance would always get me stapled on their sofa. They were not really that nice but they tried. Pero pag nawawala ng sandali si Dianne, I would always see Lexi looking at me in an unfriendly way. Like he was scaling me and thinking that I'm someone who doesn't deserve his sister.

That was eight years ago.

Dumaan ako sa isang matinding, sabihin na nating makeover. Pinilit ko na mag-mukhang boyfriend material, yung tipong hindi na tutuksuhin. Kapag nakikita na kami ni Dianne noon, we always hear compliments like "Ang cute niyo naman tignan pag magkasama" or, "Bagay na bagay kayo." Nagkaroon ako ng confidence.

After college, I decided to join an architectural firm. Si Dianne naman, sa isang accounting office sa may Makati nagtatrabaho. Nagpapatayo ako ng bahay para sa aming dalawa simula noong maisipan naming magpakasal. After two years sa trabaho ko, nakapag-ipon na ako ng sapat para doon. Pansamantala, sa bahay nila ako nakatira. Our family moved to Laguna when I started going to college. Uwian pa rin ako so her dad suggested na dun na lang muna ako sa kanila para makatipid daw ako. Anyway, may tiwala na sila sa amin at sa isang bubong na rin naman kami papunta ng anak nila. Kung sa akin lang, kaya ko mag-drive araw araw papunta sa Laguna. Pero gusto ko rin maranasan na mahiwalay sa pamilya ko, para na rin sanayin ang sarili ko.

I found the setup to be extremely beneficial. Halos lagi kami magkasama kaya ang mga balakin namin para sa kasal ay naiplano ng maayos. Pagkatapos naming magpakasal ay nag-leave kami upang mag-honeymoon sa isang isla sa Pacific Ocean. Napakasaya ng mga sandaling iyon. Believe it or not, that was the first time that we had sex. It was liberating. Parang bagong bahagi na naman ng relasyon namin ang nadiskubre namin.

Pagbalik sa Pinas ay napakaraming nagtatanong kung kelan kami magkakaanak. Inaasahan na sa dalawang buwan ay makakalipat na kami sa Makati, sa aming bagong bahay. Hindi muna namin binalak ang baby dahil hindi pa kami nakakalipat at hindi pa replenished ang bank accounts namin matapos ang mga gastos. Tuwang tuwa na sa akin ngayon ang pamilya ni Dianne at maging ang mga magulang ko. Maging ako ay natutuwa. Malaking accomplishment na ang mga nagawa namin thus far.

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Isang restday, Dianne went shopping with her friends. May sale daw sa isang malaking mall sa North Ave. Dahil hindi ako fan ng walang kamatayang pagsunod sa isang babae habang namimili, I declined to go with her. I opted to watch the TV and slouch. Hindi ko namalayan na nakatulog pala ako sa sofa. Maalinsangan ang hangin. I was halfway thinking na sumunod sa mall but the amount of people will put me on an eyestrain. Nagulat ako na nakita ko si kuya JB sa upuan na katapat ng sofa. Nakatingin siya sa akin. Nahiya ako dahil sofa nga pala ang hinihigaan ko. Masakit ang ulo ko dahil naalimpungatan lang ako at dala na rin ng init ng panahon.

"Sorry kuya, here, take a seat, I'll go upstairs," sabi ko.

"It's okay Mike. Mukhang pagod ka. I was looking at you because you don't look like yourself."

"What do you mean, kuya?" I'm puzzled.

"You look stressed. Na-try mo na ba magpa-masahe? Effective daw yun sabi ni kuya Lexi," he said, taking the remote from the coffee table.

"No, di ko yan susubukan. Not after what I've heard nung mag-inuman kayo last week," depensa ko.

"Crazy thinking, hindi 'yun' ang sinasabi ko. The legit massage," he said.

I shrugged and went upstairs with my one eye closed. Nung maramdaman ko na may kama, agad akong nag-dive at natulog.

Nagising ako when I heard someone shuffling the drawers. My drawers.

"Sino yan?" I asked. Padilim na at hindi nakabukas ang ilaw.

"JB. I was getting some underwear," he said.

It was very odd. Si kuya JB, kukuha ng underwear sa drawers ko?

"By the way in case you're wondering, you are sleeping in my room. Mukha kang zombie nung umakyat ka at hindi na ako nagtaka na nandito ka."

"Sorry kuya!" Nagmadali akong ayusin ang sarili ko pero binuksan ni kuya ang ilaw. Nakita ko siyang nakatapis lang ng tuwalya. He's soaked, water was dripping from his hair, from his chin, from his chest...

Stop. It was crazy na tinitignan ko ang pagbaba ng mga patak ng tubig sa katawan ni kuya JB. But it was enjoyable. But it was not proper.

"Ayos ka lang, bro?" Tanong niya. "Kwarto ko to. Can you just move to your room, magbibihis na ako eh," he said.

I thought he noticed. Kinusot ko ang mata ko and involuntarily, kinambyo ko ang alaga ko while walking away. It was so hard. I looked at him kung nakita niya yung ginawa ko. Napangisi si kuya. Nakaramdam ako ng hiya.

"Normal lang yan bro. Sige na dun mo na sa kwarto mo yan palambutin," he laughed.

Embarrassed, I left his room in a couple of seconds.

I thought over what I just saw and felt. I couldn't get my memory off his body. It was close to perfect. I never saw him that near before.

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Roughly four years ago I started working out. After classes, diretso na ako sa gym pagkauwi. You know this idea na meron kang isang body type na gustong ma-achieve after those strenuous sessions. I was thinking of kuya JB.

No, it was like an obsession. My mantra "gusto ko maging kasing built ni kuya JB" turned overly repetitive but it was effective. In less than four months I've achieved what I really wanted.

Pero sadya yata talagang hindi ako marunong makuntento. Even if the gym people tell me na I got nice chest, abs, biceps and all that, I still work-out for eighteen hours a week . One time, medyo late na ako nag-start dahil I had to finish reading before hitting the bars. Kahit na sobrang pagod, may sense of fulfillment lalo na kapag nalalagpasan mo ang quota mo sa sarili mo. I took a shower and went to the locker rooms but it was slightly open. I could hear a guy moaning from the ajar door. Out of curiosity, I slowed down my movements and tried if I could see them.

"Wag kang umungol, baka may makarinig sayo," sabi nung isang lalaki.

"Alas diyes na, wala ng tao dito. Kantutin mo pa ko, please.." sabi naman nung lalaking umuungol kanina. Nakita ko na nakatuwad siya at tinitira ng isa pang lalaki. Hindi ako makapaniwala sa nakikita ko.

Isang lalaki na kinakantot ng isa pang lalaki. Wala silang bahid ng kahinhinan. The idea was so repulsive but as I see them in front of me, unaware of my presence, it made me feel curious. And horny.

"Shit ang sikip mo, puta ka, ito ang bagay sa iyo," at binayo niya ng mabilis ang lalaking nakaluhod. Nakilala ko siya. Siya ang instructor ko.

Shit, sa isip isip ko. Kaya pala madalas ko siyang mararamdaman na parang sobra na sa hawak ang nagagawa niya. Sadya pala yun.

May mga narinig akong paparating, nag-uusap sila. Narinig din ito ng dalawang nagtitirahan at naalerto sila. Pumunta ako pabalik sa mga showers. Kinabahan ako para sa kanila. Tinagalan ko ang pagligo hanggang sa may kumatok na upang sabihan na magsasara na ang gym. Doon lang ako napalagay na wala na akong aabutan sa locker room.

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Gaya ng nangyari sa gym, di ako mapalagay. Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito, iba. Wala akong nakitang nagniniig. Nakita ko lang ang bayaw ko na nakahubo ng pang-itaas. Pero nakapagtataka na mas masidhi ang nararamdaman kong libog. Gusto ko himurin ang katawan niya.

At ngayon ko lang nalaman.

Hindi lang pala inggit ang nararamdaman ko noon kay kuya JB.

Ako ay nagnanasa.

New Guy

Around a month ago, the caretakers of this apartment were replaced by the relatives of the owner. All of them are good looking -- the pair (lovely couple) and the brother of the girl. A hot hot borta who always likes to go up and down the building, topless. Hihi. First time we were introduced to them by the owner was over wine. Yes sosyal dito sa building namin 'pag welcome merong wine na nalalaman. Ching!

On my mind, I always refer to him as "kuya" so let that be carried on in this write-up. Kuya is mid twenty-ish, is fair skinned and has a tattoo of a name (I never intended to examine it, but it's a name of a girl yata) at the back of his muscled arm. Buffed up man.

My fascination of him started the first day after they moved in. It was early morning, I was to buy breakfast and I saw him, topless, cleaning the corridors and stairs with a wet mop. Good grace, if that's the first thing you see in the morning you'd be thrilled not to repeat it. Well, for my case. *boner alert* LOL

A couple of weeks after, those hot nights, I wasn't able to sleep on our lights off time, so I decided to go upstairs, to the rooftop, to get some air and bore myself to sleepiness. Went there and completely forgot of the CCTVs that were generously placed in the corners of the building. It was past midnight, and I could have cared less. When, alas, I felt the slowing down of my system, it was time to go down and sleep. I was half-thinking when... I saw him. He was on his way to the rooftop. I saw him from the top flight of the stairs and he was on the base. My mind was too slow to pay him any attention or anything that I just went past him without greeting. When we've passed each other, he called me.

Oi.

I stopped dead. He called me.

"Joe, diba? Matutulog ka na?"

And my mind went racing. He wanted to start a conversation.

"Opo, medyo masakit na po ang mata ko eh," I told him, sheepishly.

He stepped back, and with a swift movement, he cornered me in his arms. Damn. It was one of those crazy kilig scenes in Koreanovelas. LOL.

"I always see you looking," he told me.

"Maganda kasi ang muscles mo, nakakainggit," I told him honestly though with a little hesitation. Remember my brain is half-working. My hand went to his chest. "Dito, ang galing ng work out mo."

"Pero bakit sa utong ka lang nakahawak?" he inquisitively asked. "Bading ka ba?"

I was out of my mind, my hands were working on their own accord. I couldn't account for the subconscious. I just said, "Oo, may problema ba?"

"Wala." And his word was a trigger, I kissed his ears and smelled his hair.. Hmmm. It was poison to the blood. His smell alone made me feel horny. There was a tiny smile at the corner of my lips while they were moving from ears to the neck, neck to shoulder, shoulder to pits. I just needed to repeat to myself that he smells good. Probably went on a night shower, which gave me the impression that this was planned. Yeah, he saw me through the CCTV.

I could not let his nipples wait any longer. My fetish. It was so irresistible. I needed to move my tongue over it. Did it with pleasure and kuya was delirious. Left, to right. Licking is my forte. The tongue slid smoothly to the abs. It lingered in the treasure trail for a while.

Finally I was able to remove his shorts. I've been dreaming of that moment for roughly three weeks. The actuality of it seemed surreal which it is. Thoughts of it annealed my body some nights and that scene was the apex. No, not yet, but we're about to reach that.

His dick was already throbbing after I've stripped his bottom wear. It was pointing at my face.  I teased by licking the head and pinching the shaft with my thumb and forefinger to create tension. I didn't grab it yet. I wanted him to be at his hardest.

Then, I slowly tried to put it in my mouth. I was around three fourths the length when I've realized my limit. I'm not a good cocksucker. I thought to have disappointed him but his moans were enough to back me up. It gave me the ticket to know that I was doing a good job.

My tongue was playing with his shaft while it was inside my mouth. I was getting the drill. I tried to swallow but I can't, because it didn't feel good in the throat. But he gasped whenever I went deeper. He told me that he wanted to come in my mouth. Kuya was master. I licked his balls, his hips, and back to the hard member. I tried to keep a memory of his manhood: the size, the girth and of how it tasted. Ecstasy, it was, for it was my first this year. Hard and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

"Lapit na a--" he said, but even before he finished "ako", my mouth was already warm with his cum. I tried to contain all of it until I was able to spit it in the plant box near the terrace. I didn't intend to taste it, but it was sweet. I discarded the few left in my mouth, wiped off the substance in my lips.

I said thanks and I expressed my longing to sleep.

But when I was about to open the door, he took me by the hips...

Fubu Hits the Margin

I woke up that early evening to a text message:

Tara, dito tayo samin, wala si Kuya.

I immediately went downstairs for a shower; my mom might get back from the grocery store and that would bust my escapade. I took two pictures of meself: one before and one after the bath.

After gearing myself up, I checked my phone back and hiya~ two missed calls. This guy missed me, didn't he? I bought with me my wallet and a hanky on the way to his house.

I dropped by a 7/11 store to buy condoms and lube, since I was out of stock (read: sexless four weeks) and this night has a steamy and action-filled forecast. I took a jeep to their place which is actually less than a kilometer away.

When I reached his place, he had dinner served for me. I begged off the offer to dine with him, not that I didn't like it, but because I came there for a purpose and eating literal food was not it.

He looked a little disappointed. Did the drink have something in it? I don't know, and I don't care. I won't touch his concoctions. He moved towards me and gave me a hug. A tight koala hug. I was a little confused that I just went with the flow. No one was captain to the ship, and I let him start the engine.

"The hug is for what happened to you, I read in your blog," he whispered to my ear and he started licking the backside of it. Tingly. I pushed him away and I kissed him in the mouth. His breath smelled of mint. I took control this time, initiating a fencing of tongues. I tied him a cherry stem and he responded with a soft moan. We gravitated towards his sofa, we were still torridly kissing until he was laid down and I am on top of him, clenching the sofa for support.

I pumped with our trousers in proximity and in less than a minute, he manifested a boner. I teased him by borrowing lines from a porn read, "something wants to get out of there," pointing to the area with my lips. He kissed me again while he uncaged the snake inside. We both removed our shirts and I went to his nipples. I encircled it with my tongue and he let out another soft moan which turned me on.

After doing his two chests, I went down on his treasure trail, following it by my tongue down to the snake. It was salivating and ready to bite. I used my thumb to take the precum away and I started playing with the head of his cock. I don't know the drill because I'm not a good cocksucker so I withdrew after a minute. He didn't complain so I guess my performance was enough to satisfy.

It was his turn to please me. He let me lie on the sofa and took my shorts off after. He was a natural at foreplay: he knew where to navigate his tongue, the brisk transition from kissing to licking my torso, licking my neck and armpits, my abdomen and the treasure trail to the already hard member. He sucked my dick in a very pleasuring manner, savoring his saliva while letting some intentionally flow down the shaft, moving from the head to the balls and eating it whole. The lone sound of his attempts pumped more blood to my cock and I was delirious with his every dive and wicked slurp.

After servicing my member to its full hardness, we went back to kissing. I can never explain how kissing is vital to me, and he knew that fact before inviting me over. This time, he pumped while on top of me, creating friction between our groins. He definitely knew how to sustain an erection.

I temporarily suspended our tongue fight scene and pulled out the strawberry flavored condom from the pocket of my trousers. "Coat me," I mouthed. He gave a devilish one-sided grin and opened the pouch with his teeth. He played at the contents, pinched the end and unwrapped the protection from the head to the end of my shaft. I feel hornier seeing someone put a condom on me.

"Bend over," I commanded. He willingly did so, as he took over my place and I stood. I took the lube and toyed at his hole with my thumb. I felt for his time to relax and when his nerves settled, I attacked his opening slowly, until I got the whole of my dick inside him. He gave out a loud moan, but I didn't draw back, I pulled and pumped from a slow to a faster tempo. Our bodies were adjoined and he moved with my rhythm, followed the flow of my thrusts.

I asked him to lay flat on the sofa, like planking, and I entered him at that position. The tightness gave me a rush and I went berserk for I was about to come. I kissed him in the nape while pumping at my most controlled yet fastest, withdrew the condom and ejaculated at his back. He faced me and just in time, I spilled at his tummy, my manjuice. He started ejaculating and I kissed him until he finished his turn. Good charms, he smiled and I asked him if we could take the shower together.

The heat was not washed by the cold water flowing from his shower, we kissed and teased each other with the way we handled the soap. If we were on a glass encasement, steam would have formed.

After the shower, I dressed up and he asked me to stay for a while. I was puzzled, for whatever purpose I was there for had been met. I saw no reason to lengthen my stay.

"Joe, I think I'm falling for you," he said in a low note.

I looked down at him while he is sitting in the dining chair. I did not deliberate on his words. I shrugged. A fuck buddy connection is one with no strings attached. I reminded him of that on our first meeting over a year ago. His statement hit the margin, and so much happened over a span of two weeks that I cannot add this mess to the pile which is already present.

I didn't say a word. I just kissed him and said goodbye.