Carnal Tuesday [or How on a Perfectly Ordinary Day I Ended Up in Bed with a Young Actor].
Don’t you just love it when your day starts out just like any other day and then in the middle of it something happens that transforms it into a very extraordinary and memorable day? I do. And yesterday was such a day.
Early yesterday, I received a text message from my friend Alex requesting a meeting. He issued some checks that turned bad. Now the creditor and his family are after him --- issuing various threats that if fulfilled will find Alex beaten and lifeless in the deeps of Manila Bay and his car dismembered and sold in various junk shops around Metro Manila. He badly needed legal advice.
It was a carless Tuesday for me. To be able to meet in a place that is accessible to both of us, we decided to discuss things over dinner at Shangri-La in Shaw Boulevard. He will be coming from a meeting in Ortigas. I can just take the MRT from Ayala and get down at the station connected to Shangri-La. However, at about four o’clock in the afternoon, Alex called requesting a change of venue. A friend he knew from work was celebrating his birthday in a restaurant in Timog and Alex exaggerated that this friend will just kill him if missed the party. Since all signs pointed to Alex resting in peace in the not so distant future due to this barrage of threats on his life, I said okay. He fetched me at the train station in Shaw Boulevard.
Alex and I were able to cover a lot of ground in the car. I was able to make him describe to me the transaction that brought him to the mess he was in. I was also able to sufficiently describe to him the legal and extra-legal measures that his creditor might take against him. I didn’t try to fool him. The picture I painted for his future was as dark as the apocalypse.
When we got to the party, there was nothing else for us to do but eat dinner and socialize. I knew some of the people in the party, including the celebrant, Ed. Alex is in the advertising-show business industry. He does freelance commercial and TV show directing and also produces marketing events for various corporations. I would tag along in his events. Alex gets a kick out of introducing me as his lawyer-friend. I get my gratification from all the beautiful faces and bodies that just saunter by during these social functions. Ed, who is gay, fat, loud and not among those beautiful faces that make these parties worthwhile, was introduced by Alex during the birthday bash of one former-starlet-turned-serious actress.
The party was strictly for family and friends. However, since Ed is a talent manager of actors, actresses, starlets and models, everyone he knew was family and those he didn’t (like me) were friends. The thirty or so tables in the party were abuzz with people who just about came from everywhere --- actors, singers, models, yuppies like me, production people, personal assistants, a japayuki, a pilates instructor, and other types of party animals. In the midst of it was a jazz band with a lead singer who has the vocal range of a goldfish. She can just shut up and the party will be better enjoyed.
When Alex left to join a bunch of other gay men and their hags for a smoke outside the restaurant, I suddenly found myself alone in a table made for six. Not long after, a young actor of about nineteen or twenty years old joined me in the table and started a conversation. He was good looking, stood about five feet seven or five-eight, medium build and chinito. He was a product of a talent search TV show. He won the contest but doesn’t have as many TV projects as his contemporaries. I have a crush on him. I find myself stopped on my tracks whenever I see him on TV.
Hi, I’m Dindo (not his real name). I think we’ve been introduced before.
I shook his hand and gave him my name. Yes, Lui introduced us during a party one time.
Lui was his talent manager. Lui became one of my clients after Alex introduced us. I now handle the review of his contracts with his talents (including Dindo) and the professional contracts of his talents with TV and film studios and commercial outfits. Unfortunately, my association with Lui did not provide me the amount of opportunity to mingle with his handsome and beautiful talents as I thought it should.
I am not the type of person who is starstruck when he meets a celebrity. Only Alvin Patrmionio, my dear Alvin Patrimonio, holds such power over me. I guess Dindo easily sensed it and quickly became comfortable in my company. Our conversation ran smoothly and long. And of course, me being me, I tried to get a feel of where Dindo’s sexual orientation is probably pointing. Is there a possibility of sex later tonight? After all, he came to my table.
There has been no buzz about Dindo being gay or bisexual. Ever since he won the talent show about two years ago, he was packaged as a matinee idol. He was part of a(n albeit unsuccessful) love team. He was straight. (Period.) Even to me. One of the girls who lost in the talent show even became his girlfriend for a few months. No ounce of suspicion or cloud of doubt on his masculinity ever circulated.
How are you getting home? He asked.
It’s carless Tuesday for me. Alex will be driving me home. I pointed to Alex who was three tables down and busy socializing.
I have to leave in a few minutes. I have a taping for a show early morning tomorrow. Want a ride?
I told him where my home was. He said okay. I went to Alex to say my goodbye and offered the lame excuse that it was getting late (it was only nearly ten o’clock), that I was already sleepy and that tomorrow is a working day that has tons waiting for me. I pointed Dindo to Alex, who I said will be dropping me off to some place near my house. Alex said his thank yous and was happy to let me go.
Somewhere along the ride Dindo bluntly asked me. Are you gay? He probably got the impression from my association with Lui and Alex, who is openly gay at work but closeted at home.
No, I replied. But since I did not want the opportunity to slip past me, I added - But I do experiment. I waited for his response. He just seemed to digest it in his thoughts for a short while.
We talked a little more in his car. He asked hypothetical legal problems that I tried to answer in layman’s terms. I asked him how he was enjoying his work and certain issues about him that I picked up in gossip columns (like how he was dumped by his ex-girlfriend) and he answered as truthfully as he could. And then he said that his condominium unit – where he moved not more than two months ago--- was just three blocks away and maybe I wanted to see his collection of action figures (a mutual interest). I said yes. His place was bare for the most part. No doubt that a bachelor lived there. The sala was littered with boxes and plastic bags containing things that Dindo had not had the time to remove and arrange. The only furniture were a center table and four pieces of a sala set. The kitchen was also wanting – there was only a gas range where a kettle pot rested and a big refrigerator, both of which smelled new.
His room, at least, has been arranged. His collection of action figures – robots mostly and has reached no more than fifty--- rested on a glass cabinet standing beside his TV rack. I showed token appreciation to his Superman and anime collection. He explained how he had just started collecting. He had money only after he won the talent search. He did not come from a rich family. 
He did not offer me wine. After all, he just turned twenty and wine and tequila still have not reached his fancy. Refreshment came in the form of canned soda. He was sprawled on his bed, legs apart, and toying with what appeared to be a Gundam robot. I lied beside him on his bed, facing down, facing him. I looked at his face, his eyes and then softly kissed his lips when he looked me in the eyes. The kiss was hot but brief. He put down the robot and I tried to get myself closer to him.
I kissed him again, as short as the first one. I felt him place his hands on my back and shoulder.
I removed my barong (work shirt) but left my undershirt on. I unbuttoned his shirt and helped him remove it. He uttered a few tentative words. I don’t usually do this. I looked at him as if to say I know. My hands moved as if saying shut up and let’s move on.
He had an impressive torso and a familiar smell (Calvin Klein’s Crave – I also have a half-consumed bottle at home). I kissed him again, this time on his adam’s apple, neck and the back of his ears. I kissed and licked him as his hands tried to remove my undershirt and caress my back.
I licked the mounds of his chest and spent a great time (as I often do) licking and sucking his nipples. He moaned softly and eagerly. I looked at him once in a while and looked back at me. We locked eyes – him to encourage me; me to show how much I desired him.
He succeeded in removing my undershirt and we were both half-naked. My lips have moved lower from his erect nipples to his navel. I kissed his soft but firm abs and my tongue played with the soft curls of his hair that trailed down to his pubic area. My left hand was groping his crotch and I felt his hard dick.
I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He raised his buttocks from the bed to ease his pants off. I removed my own pants, socks and shoes after I removed his pants, socks and shoes. I was kneeling on his bed, facing him and we were both only in our boxer briefs.
Dindo positioned himself higher on his bed. His back was propped on the backboard. I silently went to the bedroom door and turned off the lights. I found that it was too dark. Is it okay if we have the bedside lamp on? There was no protest on his part.
I lied face down between his legs. My head was above his crotch area. I again kissed his navel, licking the dirt off, feeling the subtle movements of his stomach as he breathed, feeling it excite and contract from my stimulations.
I ate his hard cock even as it was still nested in his white boxer briefs. I ate and I chewed and I bit his hard cock. Hot saliva was stirring from my mouth and soon Dindo’s boxers were wet. I bit a portion of the boxers to one side to expose Dindo’s balls. The sac was perfectly oval and the balls were rich and round. I ate them again. I swallowed one ball and then the other, then both at once and then one of them again.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I removed Dindo’s underwear to unleash his turgid cock. It was a little thick and no more than seven inches long. It was also a shade darker than the rest of his fair complexion (now naked under my gaze). I licked Dindo’s cock from the base of his balls to the underside of its shaft. There were drops of pre-cum on the tip of his dick and I used my tongue to lick it clean. One of Dindo’s hand was clutching my hair and I knew he could also wait no longer. So, I swallowed his dick. But only slowly and a small portion at a time.
Only the head came in first. I tried to feel it in my warm mouth and let my tongue circle the head half a dozen times. I tried to have a feel of Dindo’s dick’s head in my mouth and I licked it, and chewed and sucked it. I sucked like a baby. My mouth worked like a perfect vacuum sucking Dindo. His dick fit perfectly in my mouth and there was no airspace in between. I sucked and sucked and sucked. He moaned and moaned and moaned. Dindo was even uttering my name.
And then I swallowed his dick in its entirety. Again, I started by having the feel of his entire rock-hard cock in my mouth. I tried to measure how deep down in my mound I could take it. I tried to make his dick reach as far down my throat, I tried to widen my mouth and then moved my head left to right to give Dindo’s dick ample moving space as I tried to drive it deeper inside me.
Afterwards, I began bobbing my head. Dindo’s seven inches of man meat slowly moved in and out of my cunt-hot mouth. He was thoroughly enjoying it as I felt his buttocks dance to the rhythm of my bobbing head. And then I positioned myself sideways. I continued to give Dindo a blow job but I also started jerking myself off. I set myself totally free from my own boxers. I never felt so much like a machine than that time – my head was moving up and down and my fist was doing the same motion on my dick for about thrice as fast. 
We needed a new position. I stopped sucking and I briefly kissed Dindo’s left nipple, up to his adam’s apple and up to his lips. And then, in my tired voice I hardly heard myself say. Face fuck me. He didn’t seem to understand what I said. I made my instruction simpler. Let’s change position. He looked at me incredulously, as if to say I don’t suck dick. At least that was what I gathered from his look.
And so I orchestrated how we should be positioned in bed. I asked Dindo to get out of bed. He obliged. He took a sip from his soda glass on the night table and I also did the same. I fluffed the pillows that supported Dindo’s back and placed them flat on the bed, one on top of the other. And then I lied on the bed, back flat on the bed, my head resting on the pillows, my legs outstretched, my dick hard. I told Dindo to kneel in front of me and then put his dick inside my mouth. He again dutifully followed. His dick got a little soft during the respite but it was soon hard again once I placed it inside my mouth.
Once I had his dick hard in my mouth and my jaw relaxed, I used my right hand to touch Dindo’s butt and then push his cock deeper into my mouth. I slowly led his ass to pump and his dick to move in and out of my mouth. Dindo started slowly but he soon found his rhythm. In less than a minute, I was pretty sure he knew what a face fuck was and he was enjoying it. I removed my right hand from his ass and then resumed jerking myself. I could feel that orgasm for me was imminent. The face fuck and the jerk off were just too much to handle. It was mind blowing.
Three or four minutes of pumping and Dindo’s movement became faster after every second. I knew that he was about to come. I stopped jerking myself and then held Dindo’s waist. I slowed down his pumping and then removed his dick from my mouth. While he was still kneeling in front of me, I jerked off Dindo’s red, hard dick. I jerked faster and faster and Dindo was groaning and alternately looked at the ceiling, my face, my hands and his dick. And then he came. Sticky hot white liquid ensued from his dick. It spit on my right hand, my left cheek, my neck and my chest. He came a lot. I quietly thought to myself – this is the virility of a twenty-year-old boy. I looked for a cloth to wipe my hands of Dindo’s jizz. I couldn’t find anything near at hand. No tissues, no towels. Dindo’s words came back to me. I don’t usually do this. I picked up his underwear and then wiped my hand clean.
Dindo, all spent, rested beside me. I was still hard and horny and I resumed jerking myself. Dindo looked at me with his tired eyes as I masturbated. He placed his right hand on my stomach and his right leg on top of my left leg. In no more than two minutes, I also exploded my cum.
For a few moments, I just lied there. Tired. Naked. Limp cock in hand. My dick has reached its climax and I had to allow my brain some moments to itself savor the moment --- reach its own orgasm. When I had a clearer head, I used Dindo’s boxers to wipe my hands again. And then I turned to Dindo.
Thanks. It was all I could say. I didn’t expect it. You were great. That was all true.
And then I quickly realized that my words needed some clarification. I mean I didn’t expect to be sleeping with you. I never heard a word that you also do men. I didn’t mean to say that I didn’t expect you to be great in bed.
Again, he appeared to silently digest what I said. And then he made a brief smile, as if he had outsmarted me of something.
Thanks. It was his turn to utter appreciation.
He looked for his pants and then removed his cell phone. He might have checked on his messages. Soon he was texting and then speaking on the phone. I also checked my phones (I have two and one of them beeped a few times when Dindo and I were busy).
After sending quick replies to three text messages, I went looking for the bathroom. It was located outside Dindo’s bedroom. I took a quick shower. No soap or shampoo. I just let water run down my sexed-up body.
I got dressed and had a glass of water. Dindo was still gentleman enough to take me home. It was nearly twelve and I didn’t want to take a taxi so I took his offer.
There was no exchange of kisses when his car stopped in front of our house and we said our goodbyes. However, we exchanged cell numbers (at my instance).
Sleep came late last night. The encounter with Dindo. Check that. The sex with Dindo was so unexpected that lying in my bed, I had to replay things frame by frame. From the time that Dindo went to my table, him asking how I would get home, us alone in his car, us alone in his room, his dick in my mouth, his few words in the bedroom. I don’t usually do this. Grunts and groans.
I also asked myself questions. How did it happen? Why did he approach me of all people? Even my gay friends do not have any inkling that I am bisexual. Is Dindo gay? I don’t think so. But he is in show business where gay sex in not at all foreign. Who initiated him? Lui? Alex? One of his directors or co-stars? Someone further down his past?
And then I inwardly smiled at my own luck. I never thought it would happen. Dindo was so hot I have been lusting over him since the first time I saw him on TV. I fantasized over him. I jerked off him once or twice. But I never honestly thought it would happen.
And yesterday started out as just another ordinary day. And then I received the text message from Alex. And then Alex received the party invitation. And also yesterday or the day before, Dindo received his own invitation to the party. And then it became carnal Tuesday. And I loved it.
Yup, Marc Nelson, the part-Australian, part-United Nations (he is a mixture of at least four races) ramp and commercial model who placed Bench in the underwear business when he became its distinguished face and body when the line was launched about three years ago. After he donned the ultra-tight red and white briefs and his billboards lined the length of all major avenues in Metro Manila, he got our attention. Suddenly, there was a man that men wanted to emulate and women craved to see wearing no more than his undies. And Bench’s underwear sales skyrocketed. Great marketing. Anchored on a great guy.
which I saw when I was thirteen or fourteen, where he played –if memory serves me right- a reluctant young Nazi. He easily gained by affection by his boyish charms and his very kissable lips.
Lukas made his debut in the film Tender Strangers. He did nothing much there but to touch himself and be touched by a “tender stranger”. And stare at the camera. But that did it for him. His blue eyes gazing straight at the camera as he masturbated and came mesmerized a lot of viewers. Lukas, his blue eyes and eight-inch cock became very profitable porn staples. Not long after, he made a string of hit videos such as Lukas Story, Lukas Story 2 and Lucky Lukas. He has also appeared in various gay magazines like Freshmen (which named him freshman of the year).
