I chanced upon him on my way from the CR to the back of the cinema. Rey, the masseur, was kneading his back and he was half-naked. Even in the darkness of the cinema, I could see that he had a massive body. He was old, around 60 in my estimation, wore a dark skin tone and very manly. I have never been a big fan of muscled bodies but there was something about him that drew me to him. He had an animal appeal that I found hard to resist.
I helped myself to a place a seat away from them. His back was turned to me, giving me all the time to size him up without him observing me. I would have not looked at his body with so much lust if he had the chance to observe. The "Dalagang Pinay" in me would have cringed at the thought of being exposed as having lustful desires over another man.
Having seen me take a seat near them, Rey started a conversation with me. Small talk, about sundry topics. Before long, muscle man joined in our conversation, stealing glances at me from time to time. He's soft-spoken and a little bit shy, traits that I find mysterious in any man I meet.
When the massage was over, muscle man took his leave and went straight through the main door.
A few days later, I bumped into him at the same cinema. He was seated in front and a guy had taken the seat next to him. Muscle man gave him a long look and contorted his body, conveying the unmistakable message that he was not interested in the guy.
When the guy left, I immediately took the vacated seat. He gave me the same long look but didn't contort his body. Having the gut feel that he also liked me, I groped him, immediately aiming for the crotch. But he resisted, holding my hand in check. I didn't know if he's just playing hard-to-get, because he never said a word, never left his seat and just looked at me without letting go of my hand. And then he made the explanation that he never allowed anyone to sexually molest him inside the cinema. If he agreed to an invitation for sex, he did it inside a motel, after a round of two of Red Horse, to shake off his inhibitions.
Last Sunday’s Doubting Tomas
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Late post. I didn’t get around to posting this last week.
Last Sunday was Divine Mercy Sunday. And the Gospel was about the Doubting
Didymus, or Thomas....
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