I’m always told that my looks is not my greatest asset. I
agree… Even my mom told me so in a conversation after watching late night TV. I’ve
asked, “Mom, I’m handsome, right?” She replied nonchalantly “Don’t worry, dear…
You’re smart anyway.” OUCH >_<
I’ve gotten a new job in a call center somewhere in QC. I’ve
fancied this boy here.
I met him during my interview for the same company. I didn’t
think that we would be in the same account. He’s well mannered, cultured,
fluent in English (well he came from a school notorious for being wersh-wersh
if you know what I mean). On top of that… He’s hot, chinito with a flawless
skin and did I mention soooo hot?
He was one of my call training buddy (someone you observe
while he takes calls). I was flustered sitting beside him (wishing I’m seating
on him… hehe). He made my day and every time I see him it’s like all the stress
floats away.
Cutting the story short. He’s straight and recently had this
a girlfriend who’s in the same team with him. So faggots zero – girls one
point.
I was so interested in him that time that one else compares.
Then there was this guy we’ll call Z.
He’s chinito, cute, fun to talk with and
has a great sense of humor. Z is my smoking buddy. And ever since I’ve started
smoking, I realized that nicer conversation arise when you have something to
puff on. We became close. But I’m not really eyeing on Z since he’s also
straight. I consider him one of my barkada boys.
He went to work one morning not being his normal self. He’s
a bit quiet that morning. After work, he was looking for something to do. I
told him that we can go to my place, drink and swim at the pool. He said it’s
ok.
We bought 1 litre of Soju and since we were only the one
drinking, we we’re drunk by the time we finished it. In the middle of drinking, he told me his insecurities, his sadness. Z let me in and introduced me to the
little boy inside him.Gave him some things to think about on how to approach his problems (primarily Wittgenstein's doctrines, Berkeley's esse est percipi, Bentham's utilitarianism and other philosophical doctrines that I am interested on)
We took a swim for a few minutes just to sober up a bit and that's how I realized the his lean with chiseled abs.
We went back to the condo for shower; we did it together with only our briefs
on. Haha
After that, he was drying up and was removing his briefs.
Then his phone rang. He answered it with nothing on but the towel he was
holding between his legs knowing that I’m looking at his abs. I guess that was
my go signal. Teased him a bit. And just like spaghetti in hot water, the
straight boy bent. Let’s just say he was a treat, a big treat. Haha (faggots 1 - girls 1)
The great thing about Z is that we weren’t awkward with each
other at all after that. We were still smoking buddies, jokes around during
break time and have clean drinking sessions every now and then. Though,
recently he had a girlfriend. But that didn’t stop things from happening but
that’s a different story (faggots 2 - girls 1hehe).
What was memorable is this…
After doing the deed with Z, he said as I smelled alcohol in
his breath, “You know it’s not your looks, it’s your mind that’s just… you know…
like … wow”.
I guess my mom had it right. haha
