A Fatherly Reprimand

There was more annoyance to it than hatred. It sounded more like a fatherly advice from someone who's a little frustrated with his son. But it was stinging. I felt my face burned, and the embarrassment quickened my steps towards the door of the rest room.

I should have listened to my friend who already cautioned me that the guy was straight. But the temptation was too strong to resist. I was at the far end of the urinal, near the window, when he came in and headed to the lavatory. With his back turned to everyone, he took out his dick and washed it. I should have taken note of the fact that he made a conscious effort to hide his dick. But lust took the better of me. I moved forward in his direction and took a peek at his dick. He saw me and immediately concealed his birdie. And let out words I would never forget.

"Pareho tayong lalaki. Hindi tayo talo. Para na kitang anak."

The last statement, of course, didn't refer to a biological relationship between us. Although he's a familiar face, I didn't know him from Adam. He was just referring to the age difference between us.

I felt so embarrassed and until now, when I bump into him at the cinema I would cast down my eyes.