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October 15, 2002


Handsome guys and pretty girls are
hard to find. When you get the
chance to meet them you only get
the chance to fuck them. It’s not
about mutual understanding or if
you say – relationship thing. It’s so
hard to find someone who can
understand your true feelings. People
sometimes like you for your mouth
or maybe for your tight hole. They just
want your “ability” to give them pleasure
like no other person can do.
Sometimes it seems like he’s
hitting on you, yeah he’s hitting
you from behind. And of course there’s,
“I’ll take you to dinner.” And there’s,
“I love you, this won’t hurt a bit.”

It was the most unexpected moment of the day when a tall and sinfully cute guy approached me. I’ve known him since first year. His name is “J”; he’s 19 years old, half Filipino and half Spanish.

That day, I got to talk to him, it was the first time we exchanged serious stuff. My friends know him very well, and they mingle with him as if they’re his friends.

He borrowed porn cd’s from me. I was known to have in school to have an almost a thousand pornographic cd collection. Luckily, I brought some pron cd’s with me that day, I reached for my bag and picked two different cd’s, I gave it to him. He took it and walked away.

We were waiting for our class to start, by the time our Professor entered the room, he took the seat beside me.

“J” asked about the story of the porn movie. I sort of ignored him; I was trying to listen to our professor. He stopped bugging me and sat there quiet.

After a couple of minutes, I faced him and asked, “Why are you so quiet?” He replied, “You told me to keep quiet. What could I do, I’m horny?” I was shocked when I heard his answer. I didn’t expect something like that from someone that I’m newly acquainted.

He leaned closer to me and whispered that he has hard-on and asked me to touch it. I said, “No, the professor might see us.” He ignored me and placed his sports bag on top his desks and grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his throbbing cock. I massaged it a little from the thin fabric of his slacks.

It was big, it was fat. I cannot hide it from him; I’m getting a hard-on too. He asked me, “Do you want to go out and catch up in the toilet?” That didn’t sound good, but I went out with him anyway.

When we were on already inside the toilet…


October 15, 2002

Written by Patrick King Pascual

September 3, 2010 at 8:55 am

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