An Encounter to Remember?

Tonight, I went to Times in Quiapo by force of habit. Lately, my forays into this type of gay haven, old moviehouses, have become strained and my gut seems to be telling me to look for a new type of gay adventure for my ever-expanding gay universe. But for lack of something better to do, I found myself boarding a PUJ bound for Quiapo Ilalim and picking my way to the theater.

I didn't intend to stay long. When I left the house, I knew that if there was no traffic buildup on the intersection of Lacson and Dapitan Streets and at the traffic light in front of the Central Market, I would arrive at my destination around 7:30 pm. My elder sister, who has been pushing me to find a job by submitting my resume online, urged me as I closed the gate behind me to go and visit an internet cafe instead of going somewhere else. With her wish on my mind, I planned to stay at the moviehouse for only about two hours and head back home for my internet visit.

But inside the moviehouse, I saw this hot old man (whom I shall call Hottie in this entry) who ruined my plan for the night. Hottie was seated beside another man who I recognized to be a habitue of the place and who was initiating the action between them. I stayed around their seats, constantly walking about to check on the action. But I was too careful not to get their attention. In fact, I didn't choose to get a seat near them and observe the action closely for I might turn them off and, consequently, they might stop what they were doing. Hottie was visibly affected by the people who walked closely by them, constantly checking them whenever they got near. But I observed that whenever I walked by them, his eyes would follow me even though I had walked a little way too past them. He didn't do this when some other guy walked by them.

He seemed to be not very much into the action, constantly moving his head as his attention got drawn by people passing by. Discouraged by this for I knew that he wouldn't come, I decided to look for another pair or group making out to satisfy the voyeur in me. I lingered at the entrance before I decided to go to the rest room to check if there was some action there. On my way there, I bumped into the partner of Hottie and he seemed to be making his way to the exit. I proceeded to my destination and inside it, occupying the farthest urinal from the door was Hottie taking a leak. He was looking at me and a smile seemed to form in his lips. I fixed my gaze in the direction of his member, but he made no move to show it to me. He just smiled, a long and knowing smile, which made me wonder if we had met before or if I knew him. I smiled back, but averted my eyes from him, searching my memory if we'd met before. I could not find anything. I looked at him again. He was still looking at me, but he had already zipped up and was walking towards the door. He didn't go out, just stood at the entrance, puffing a cigarette.

I didn't make a move but lingered around the rest room, sensing that I could find myself in some action with him. There were two other people hanging out inside the rest room so I made no move. When it looked like the other two people had no intention of leaving the two of us all alone, I went out and walked around the orchestra section.

"I will have my time alone with you before long, " I muttered to myself as I made my first step out.

I must confess that when I saw him under the brigh light of the rest room, I got a little discouraged. He seemed to be older than what I thought him to be. I wondered, "Would he be able to get it to rise for me?"

And as I closed the door of the rest room behind me, I wondered, "Would his old body emit the foul odor (amoy lupa) associated with very old persons?" "Does he have bad breath?" I had low tolerance for halitosis so I lowered my expectations. Perhaps, he's not a catch, after all. And I continued walking around again, looking for another hottie.

Twice, we saw each other again, at the main entrance of the orchestra section where he had taken a position along with other older men. I would pass by him to open the door and look outside. Both times, he moved his head to catch my attention and smiled at me. I just smiled back but made no move to start a conversation with him. And I would begin walking around again.

But our paths crossed again. I was on my way out from the rest room and when I opened the door, he was there in front of me, about to come in. But he didn't step inside. He just stood there, waiting for me to make a move. I decided to walk past him. But when some part of my body brushed against his as I walked by him, some kind of electricity surged through me. The ice was broken. And I found myself speaking to him.

Our talk led us to the first two seats on the second row from the rest room. Here we conversed long and deep, trying to accelerate the getting-to-know-you phase that every relationship must go through. While at this, I explored his body and suceeded in having him come once(despite my apprehension, he, being 70 years old, after all).

I liked everything about him. The way he talked, the way he carried himself (he's a neat dresser), the manliness about him, the story of his life (married with three children). He seemed to be a perfect candidate for the partner I'd been looking for all these years. The idea of him and me being lovers thrilled me.

He promised to be back next week from Naga.

And now, I'm beginning to count the days...