I have not visited the cinema for a long time now. A few months ago, I said that I shouldn't court the danger of being under the strong lights of a tv crew if and when the place gets raided, which happens every year according to the regulars. This place is known for hardcore homosexual conduct of its patrons: blowjobs, orgies, anal intercourse (And many of them done for show). And it's notorierity is no secret to the police. It's just that the owners know how to handle the police.





Perhaps, the danger of being caught in a police raid is part of the charm of this sex haven for gays. I'm drawn to it. And it was by force of habit that I found myself tracing the steps to this establishment when I decided against doing what I planned to do in Cubao that particular evening: listen to band music at the basement of Farmer's Market.





When I stepped inside the orchestra, there were no more than 3 people, a far cry from the regular 50+. And they were not my type so I immediately headed to the balcony. And the place was sparsely populated too. Around 20. Slim pickings indeed.



But there was no turning back anymore. Might as well get the most out of it so I did my rounds. "Where are the exhibitionists?" I began to ask myself, when the first round didn't prove rewarding. "Ok, lower your expectations and settle for what is available."

Call Boy I

There was no exchange of names. Only smiles. I was leaning against one wall of the cinema-- well-entrenched in my peeping tom position as two elderly guys made out behind me-- when he passed by, smiled and stood next to me, also leaning against the wall.





My first impression was: "Why is this call boy (CB) singling me out?" CB was too young to be a regular habitue of the "orchestra" section of my favorite cinema and he sported a rather unusual way of getting a lay: by smiling. Or it could have been just him. The veterans don't smile to win a partner in that part of the world. A simple look would do.





We didn't have a chance to talk as another fiftyish guy stood next him. And as my attention was drawn to the partners behind me, I didn't realize that something was developing between CB and the other guy. When I looked at the direction of CB, he was already busy doing a hand job on the other guy. And moments later, they agreed to find a better to make out, heading towards the seats at the back.

Rey

I feel sad for him. Although Rey wouldn't admit it, he's sad. Earlier today, he told me that he'd split up with his companion of 12 years.
"Did you have a fight?" I asked.
"No, he just left and I would not want him back," he replied.
I couldn't restrain myself. I continued with the probing.
"What happened?"
"He embezzled the alms entrusted to him for depositing. He lost the money in "tong-its" and couldn't go back to our neighborhood out of shame and in fear of what the grieving family and friends would do to him because of what he had done."
"Don' t you want him back?"
"No. This is the last straw. I have forgiven all his transgressions in the past. But this is unforgivable. From now on he has to look out for himself. I picked him up from the streets which he considered home for most of his life and he's going back there. My home has no place for him anymore."
"I thought you love him dearly, doing everything for him."

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Stalking

Before I landed my current job, I used to go to Farmers' in Cubao to while away the time. I've always been a fan of band performances and the basement food gallery features a different band everyday of the week, just what I am looking for when I've got nothing better to do. Now that I'm working, I still go there when time allows.

One band stands out for me. Not that it has exceptional singers nor outstanding musicians. This band, although its repertoire always passes my standards, revs up my sexual enerygy because of its drummer or alternate male drummer (The regular percussionist is a she).



The drummer is not drop-dead gorgeous. He is far from that. Most people will not give him a second glance when they see him. He is moreno and short (about 5'4"). And I am not sure about his worth as a drummer, either. Many times, I've seen the reaction of the lead guitarist ( who, I suppose, is the bandleader) when he seems to make errors in his playing. And even if I am not a musician, I can say that sometimes he goes out of synch with the rest of the band members.

But he is a deadringer for the person I recently fell for. The way he sways his head and swings his elbows while beating the drums paints a picture of my ex-fantasy. And without my willing it, the fantasy is rekindled and now lives on in him. I find myself waiting for the day of the week they're playing and going to the venue to watch his performance.

During their gigs, they have two 30-minute breaks. And several times, I've followed him to the rest room to check him out. And I've realized there's not a chance I'm going to have a peek at hid dick because of the way he urinates: standing very close to the urinal and covering his little secret with his hands. "Is it small," I've often wondered because of the way he takes care that it be not exposed.

Larry

We've seen each other before. In the same place, under the same circumstances. A movietheater in Cubao, at a time when we both needed quickies.

He struck me as too aggressive, smiling and winking at me when our paths crossed at the rest room, which is my official playground at the establishment. I had seen him earlier at the lobby, joking around with friends in a voice and tone that suggested that he's a regular at the place and that seemed to tell me that he's rather loud, a trait I wouldn't want to be associated with. And although he looked manly enough in his ways, I had a gut feel that he's effeminate . So I didn't return the smile, much less the wink.

He kept pursuing me, however, never tiring at smiling whenever we'd bump into each other inside the moviehouse. But I just ignored him the whole time I was at the cinema. It was about 2 months ago.

But last week, on August 5, 2009, I couldn't ignore him when I bumped into him at the rest room. There were just the two of us. I was about to finish urinating and he had just come in and taken a place in front of one of the urinals to void himself. Two urinals separated us. When I looked at him, I saw a different aura, an inviting one. I remembered him, but I no longer saw him as someone I had to avoid. I didn't know if it was the dark shirt he's wearing that lent that x-factor to him. He looked very virile in his get-up that day. I couldn't point a finger on it but there was something about him that day that drew me to him. And he had a handsome dick--the shape, size and color of which I liked.

I knew that he saw the interest in my eyes. And I felt a little embarrassed. I snobbed him before, and here I was showing an interest in him.

The feeling of embarrassment made me decide against jerking off with him inside the rest room. I zipped my fly and went to the lobby just ourside the rest room. I took a seat at the chair nearest the door of the rest room. A few moments later, my guy came out of the CR, flashed the same smile he gave me two months ago, and took a seat next to mine.