Lessons Kitsune Forgot To Learn At The Bathhouse

Enough emoness, wanna play?

- Kitsune

1. People wearing jockstraps tend to make it with other people wearing jockstraps. Nobody makes it with people wearing pink bikinis.

2. Saying "I'm resting" to everyone who seeks entry into your pool defeats the purpose of going to the baths.

3. If everyone who said "I don't come here often" was telling the truth, there would be no one there.

4. If you are looking for a wonderfully spiritual union with a kindred spirit, you are in the wrong place.

5. Do not assume that the guys walking into walls are on some weird new drug; most likely, they have just left their glasses in their lockers. It is better to look good than to see good.

6. Once in a while, do your good deed for the gay: let an old faggot suck your cock. Such magnanimous gestures are duly recorded by the Great Faggot in the Sky, and when you are an old faggot, the favors will be returned in kind. Yes, Darling, that's the way it works.

7. Please realize that bathrooms have legitimate purposes too. Giving someone a blowjob in a cubicle while outside the locked door seven guys are turning various shades of green will not make you popular.

8. Always finish what you start.

9. When it's past the wrist is not the time to say "no".

10. It's okay to bring your own rope; it's not okay to tie yourself up.

11. If you are at the baths busily cheating on your lover, don't make a scene should you discover him there.

12. If you are at the baths and you see your father there, tell him your resting.

13. If you are at the baths and you see your boss there, it is best not to blackmail him. Just do whatever he says. Trust me darling, you'll be rewarded on your next bonus or salary increase.

14. If you are at the baths and you see your brother there, head for the darkest corner - especially if you have all straight porn at home.

15. If you are at the baths and you see your Uncle, you might as well just leave - you know how much Uncles fuck you over.

16. People who say, "I've never done that before," should be informed that the ability to deep throat is not genetic.

17. The law of increasing good looks: People tend to become more attractive the longer you are there.

18. In the dark all cats are gray, but ten inches is still better than six inches.

19. Men with small cocks can be sexually tremendous if they are technically proficient, but men with big dicks don't have to know a damn thing.

20. A primitive tribe in Borneo does not have a word for "No" in its language.
Natives deny sexual favors by looking mournful and saying, "I'd like to, but I just came."

21. Asking to borrow someone's cockring is even more tasteless than asking to borrow someone's comb.

22. You can cause a panic by yelling, "There's a woman in room 379!"

23. For a real hoot, go to the baths without having used alcohol or drugs. It is truly amazing how fabulously you will be able to make out when you are the only one there in a solid state.

24. Giggling is not a correct response to, "Wanna fuck?"

25. It is pointless to consider why guys who won't even talk to you at the bars are so eager to suck your cock at the baths.

26. Spending more than two hours with one number at the baths makes you two "an item." More than four hours makes you engaged.

27. Even on a good night, it is possible to commit bigamy.

28. Spending hours deciding what to wear to the tubs is a particularly inane waste of time.

29. Never, never, NEVER try to explain the baths to heterosexuals.

30. Possession of more than three bath cards makes you a serious faggot.

31. Jack's law of the Gym: People working out are doing it for your benefit, not theirs.

32. Formal attire means a black jockstrap.

Taurus69
Epitome, Guys4Men

Scorpio Nights

Utol didn't show up at the doorstep for two evenings. And mysterious her reasons were, it was not for me to crack the codes behind her sudden disappearance. Instead, I let mother, in her infinite wisdom and understanding let my sister go and sow chaos in the streets. It is what she wanted ever since she was a little girl and much as we try to leash her with any rope around, she will just untie herself and go back to her old leanings.

Left alone to occupy our shared space, (but not exactly the same room) temptation roosted inside my head. It's presence, like a steaming white fluid pulsating from my totem pole sent perverse whispers instructing me to follow my instincts. When they left me alone one night last December, someone got banged in my room. He said I was good; my throbbing manhood sent him to whatever heaven he desired (in fact he hounded me for an encore performance until he found a replacement three weeks ago) but I found my pitcher role relatively lousy especially when I do it with less masculine men.

But recurring patterns doesn't end without the intervention of the will. There was no stopping for a horny guy who recently got access to the hook-up places abounding in cyberspace. Insomnia was the culprit (and throw in the full moon as an accomplice) but during the last two nights, I had the choice to wage an open bed-war right inside my room. I wanted it to be consummated, so I will never seek another for a long time. The problem was the hindrance. A strong part of me still desired an end to it all.

I would have invited a friend to stay. His name was Piloto and I was certain that the confidence he wielded unto me was enough to put some sense into my headstrong promiscuity. Again, I was held back. This time, it was my will that wanted some action. Afraid I was that by putting Piloto between my colliding desires, he might become the unwilling prey.

And so I drew out my hunting skills and made them known in the sleazy corners of Guys4Men.

The aim was to trap those men, whose profiles include headless, muscled torsos and a short blurb about themselves that oozed a strong, dominant personality. The choices were many - buff guys demanding to meet equally "discreet and fit guys like them;" lean men flaunting their massively irresistable tool used for drilling someone; and there were twinks - cute and cuddly ones who barely registered among the guys I wanted to bring home. The twinks were the least of my desires, not because they pose no challenge, but because impressions told me that they were the most pretensions among those around.

"Ang ganda naman ng katawan mo. YM mo nga saka face pic?"

"Saan place mo? Punta ako."

"Well you can try me. Number mo poh?"

"Malayo ba yan sa Espana? Send me directions."

For other guys whose homes and sleeping quarters were available, the choice was easy. Pick the most appealing guy who bothered to respond to the invitation, get the deed done and then move on. In my case, stalling was necessary despite my willingness to proceed with the attack. Considerations had to be made for there was no hegemony inside the house. Mom was lying on her bed and perhaps in her restless slumber in the master's bedroom, the maids were in their sleeping quarters ready to jump out of their bed in case an alarm was sounded, and there I was behind their most peaceful dreams sneaking a total stranger inside my room. To be caught was the least of my worries. (for it would only happen if and when one of us made a careless moan while licking each other's crevasses) The real concern sprung from some untoward incident that would lead to a loss of life. Who would ever forget the gay men found slopping in their own cold blood after spiriting a guy inside their quarters the night before.

Another factor would be intimacy.

I would rather do it with a portion of my soul still attached to my sleeve.

And so while waiting for someone from g4m to grab my bait, I was tempting those I had previous dalliances to come into my quarters. There were two of them available, but none would be willing to travel a short cab ride going to my place. It took me great pains to convince them that the trip was worth it, but in the end, they just decided to go to sleep.

Just when you badly needed a fuck buddy, nobody would show up... On second thought, I never had one to begin with.

The night wore on like a candle wax dissolving on a hardened surface. The flames of desire, glowing brightly against a pitch-black solitary backdrop slowly fades as the light penetrates the darkness of the room. As I waited for new guys to go online - any masculine top guy who was a stone-throw away from where I dwell, I slowly found myself stroking the epicenter, the skyscraper whose skyline dominates the midsection of my body. It felt good squeezing my essence, it would have been better if some warm object rubbed itself against the steely surface of my skin.

Puta, ang sarap may ka-sex!

Pictures upon pictures of exhibitionist guys appeared on my screen. Big cocks, penetration photos, cum shot images - anything that would drive away the feeling of nastiness and restore order that was stolen by the sudden imbalance brought by, well, a full moon. I was willing to surrender myself to my inner demons only to trade another night, not being touched by another human.

As I pummeled my right hand into my waiting monster, I thought of the very rare moments when someone had me for a night. It was fun, yeah. Sometimes it was filthy, which made the experience more exciting. I missed the nights when I groaned out of pain (and cuss all the heavens after the rude violation turn out to be a pure bliss) I thought of things that could have been, have been, and would have been had I become more aggressive with my pursuits.

Then I knew I was cumming. It was a resounding victory for me..

Mmmmmmmm....

Returning to my senses, the replies returned by those who inquired were swiftly ignored, and deleted from the inbox. Closing the online windows left by a night of reckless abandon, a smile on my face revealed that despite letting a night go without any action, the relief brought by a ground defended from intrusions was enough to endure another Scorpio Nights.

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Utol returned home last night.

Good riddance to the Scorpio Nights.

Salmo Responsorio

Butata.

Yun ang masasabi ko matapos panindigan nina Lukayo at Rain Darwin ang aking hamon sa aming inuman kagabi. Kasalukuyan pa ring NSFV (Not Safe For Viewing) ang blog ni Ulan dahil sa mga litratong nakalagay roon. Hanggang sa ngayon ay napapanganga pa rin ako't napapakamot ng ulo sa tuwing pasimpleng susulyapan ang mga ebidensya ng kanilang pag-iibigang (o kalibugang) ginawa pagkauwi ng bahay.

Nakakaelibs. Hindi ko yata magagawa yun.

So what does it make of me now?

Loser. Isang malaking loser. Hahaha.

Sabagay wala naman kasing kasunduan kung may kapalit ba ang paghamon na iyon. Ni hindi ko nga maalala na may dare pala akong ginawa. Ang tanda ko lang ay gusto kong gayahin nila yung litrato ni Sikretong Malupit na pinost sa kanyang blog noon kung saan magkayakap silang dalawa ng partner niya habang nakahiga sa kama. Yun lang. Hindi ko alam na kaya pala nilang tumbasan iyon.

Nalaman kaya nila kung ano ang lasa ng...

...ng isang nakainom ng beer? Hindi ko na aalamin.

Nais ko sanang tapatan ang kanilang mga litrato ng pag-iibigan, subalit may mga limitasyon sa aking hangarin.

Una ay higit na mas malawak ang exposure ko. Isang malaking kontrobersya sakaling ako ang magpapakita ng katawan kasama ang aking kaulayaw.

Ikalawa ay hindi ako kumpyansa sa aking pangangatawan. Sila ay mga lahing adonis samantalang ako naman ay nabibilang sa hanay ng mga bardagol. Tiyak na magiging eyesore ang kalalabasan ng mga litrato ko.

Ikatlo ay ang katotohanang ako ay single, tigang at lantarang tumatakbo palayo sa tawag ng laman. Madantay ko lang ang aking mga palad sa katawan ng isang lalaki ay mabilis kaagad ang dating ng karma sakin. Sadya yatang gusto ng tadhana na ako'y gawing mongha.

Subalit hindi ko matatanggap na walang kapalit ang kanilang dare. May mga pagkakataon man na ako'y bumabali ng salita o kaya naman ay tumutupi sa isang hamon pero kahit kailan ay hindi ko pinagwawalang-bahala ang isang game.

Kaya't bilang tugon, maglalahad ako ng terms na sana ay sapat na upang tapatan ang dare na pinanindigan nina Darwin at Lukayo.

1. Sinususpinde ko ang Mugenblue-Odinhood Pact upang bigyang daan ang aking pagbabalik sa G4M. Ngayong may Chin-Chin na ang aking kasama sa kasunduan ay marapat naman na pakawalan ko na ang aking sarili.

Magtatagal ang suspension hanggang katapusan ng buwan.

2. Magkakaroon ng access sa aking G4M account sina Lukayo at Darwin. Maari nilang burautin ang lahat ng kausap ko. Sisiguraduhin kong malalaman nila ang lahat ng aking kilos sa website.

3. Sa kabila ng aking pagbabalik sa Guys4Men, ginagawa kong hamon ang hindi mahulog sa patibong dala ng SEB. Ito ay sa kabila ng pagtatadtad ko ng mga hubad na litrato sa aking profile

4. Pansamantala ko ring ititigil ang aking pagpunta sa Malate. Sakop nito ang Palawan sa Cubao. Mawawala ako sa club scene ng tatlong buwan simula ngayong araw. Hindi nito sakop ang option na mag-clubbing sa straight bars.

Mugenblue-Odinhood Pact states that:

The pact will also cease effect when one of the parties under the alliance enters into a harmonics* contract with a third party or when Odinhood completes his academic requirements five months upon the beginning of this pact.

Postcripts From The Night I Gave Up My Room

Chatter: 5'10, moreno, pinoy-looking muscle toned straight-acting guy for tripper masculine tops. Looking for a place to hang-out and sleep 2nyt. Manila/Quezon City Area Only.

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Less than a month after my first break-up with a guy, I resorted again to hook-ups with anyone available. I was too damn bored and lonely sometimes that after having a drinking bout with my ex housemates in Quezon City, I would secretly leave the house after both of them have gone up to sleep.

Past midnight, I would take a jeep without any clear direction... only to land somewhere in Morayta since 24-hour internet cafes can be found in the area. I would stroll for an hour, exchanging glances with callboys that infested the area.

I would stroll around proving to myself that no matter what dangers lurk, the darkness was my only companion.

After I got tired of walking around, I would settle in a nice and cozy internet cafe. There I would log on to IRC, and go to my favorite channel... #S.

To search for overnight hook ups... and search for a place to stay since I felt that I've been abandoned during those days. No matter how many worlds I have - my own room at home and in the apartment, nobody among them can give me peace.

For two hours or more... I would chat and wait.

Yet for some reasons, I never got a single hook-up everytime I did that habit for a span of three months - even the call boys never dared to get close to me, probably since they mistook me as one of them - only relatively less marketable or because I kept on walking around instead of the usual stop, ask for the time, introduce yourself style of hook-up.

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Responder: Pare san ka ngayon? may place ako dito sa Tayuman. 5'9 fair-chinito 145 lbs. str8 acting. May I view ur pic bro?

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When I was forced to leave home last night after my sister told me that he would use again my computer for her project, I cannot help but remember that time when I was forced to leave the safety of my houses out of loneliness and boredom.

It was fine with me actually. At least I could get to see the Freedom Concert at UP Sunken Garden last night and party at BED afterwards for free sponsored by G4M. It was a win-win situation and most of all, I wouldn't have any bit of a hassle asking permission to go out from my mother.

But when my sister exceeded her time watching the same concert which I would be seeing, things began to get sour. Added to that, Phanks also asked me if he could use my computer that same night since he needed to finish his project as well.

In short, things started to get out of hand. I felt like I was suddenly in the middle of a crossfire. Those unplanned events made things a bit more unpleasant, considering that I felt so alone last night.

So alone, that I don't know how to cope up with those feelings anymore.

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Chatter: Nice pics bro! Okay lang ba mag-stay sa inyo? Pasensya na nag-away kasi kami ng utol ko eh. Gusto ko lang maglabas ng sama ng loob at magpalamig sa ibang bahay.

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Soon after the problem came up, I already had a plan in mind - for phanks.

As for my sister, the mere fact that she would be having some problems going home since her time extension would let her miss the last LRT train in Katipunan means that she would have to take a long and dangerous trek going home from Cubao or mom would have to pick her up all the way to Diliman.

Such thoughts made me extremely furious. Her misadventure was way out of hand considering that she's a female and in this society, females are much more targets of dangerous elements. I cannot understand why she can't realize that.

Many things are running in my mind, but the solution to phanks' problem made me at least sane enough to run my own show.

I just stayed for less than an hour in Diliman... Long enough to find a gripo to wash away the mud on my shoes after I accidentally stepped on a mud pit while approaching Sunken Garden. I msut leave Quezon City and arrive in Valenzuela before Phanks arrives there first. He needs the extra money I had to lend him in order to rent a computer and do his project. So far, that was the best solution I had in mind.

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Responder: Trip kita tol, gusto mo inuman muna tayo pagdating mo dito? Handa ako ng food kung gusto mo... basta alagaan kita 2nyt hehe.

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While waiting for Phanks to arrive. Mom texted me. She asked me what time would I go home. The tone of her message was a little bit stressful. I know, she had to find a solution to my sister's own misadventures.

The problem with us is that we're so used to protecting her than now that she had grown old and wanted to figure things out for herself, we still cannot let go.

Unlike with me, I was so used in the streets ever since I was a kid, that it doesn't matter where I am at any time of the night - or day. Besides, I never tell my whereabouts, I just make my presence felt everytime they wanted some updates.

Still, the frustration remained when I responded to my mom through a phone call. I told her that it wasn't really my habit to go out on a Thursday night and that I was only giving up my room for the sake of my sister to freely occupy it - without any complaints from me.

The mere fact she extended her time watching the concert felt like she betrayed my sacrifice. That I was assuming when she arrives home, probably she's drunk or tired, that all she ever wanted is to get some sleep.

Mom was patiently listening. She cannot do anything to resolve my situation.

Good thing, Phanks finally arrived. I immediately lent him the money he needs then I immediately took the first transpo going back to Manila.

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Chatter: Sige ba san place mo? San mo ako sunduin pare. Naka blue polo pala ako at black pants. Naka red cap rin pala ako at black na back-pack. Salamat talaga ha. Yaan mo, libre kita McDo kung magkikita pa tayo nextime.

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While in the bus, mom texted to inform me that my sister has safetly arrived home.

At least, I finally got the relief I needed after the roller coaster ride I had for the last two hours. Soon, my mood became better, and the night - which I shunned last night became friendlier and more accomodating than most weekday nights I am out of the house.

When I arrived at Monumento, I finally had my decision.

In my three years of patronizing BED, last night was the only time I was ever invited - personally. To ignore it means denying the acknowledgement - or whatver thing they have given me.

Since the night was young, and the following day would be my off.

Restoring the balance means it's time to party.

Though tired and weary, I went to G4M beach party last night.

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Responder: Alam mo yung ____________ sa may ___________, dun kita sunduin. Naka car naman ako kaya okay lang na mag-intay ka dun. Safe na, marami pang tao.

Responder: Heto nga pala number ko: _________ miss kol mo na lang ako pare. Sibat ka na jan para marami tayong magawa tonight. Hehe.

Chatter: Sige tol. Log out na ako. See u in 15 minutes. Cab na ako papunta dun.

Responder: Sige bye.

Chatter miss called the guy he chatted with. Three miss calls later, the voice messages still says "the number you dialed is not yet in service..."

Motivation

I sent someone a pm message in G4M like this.

It was meant to be a friendly one. A blatant show of admiration to some guy I really look up to.

Message:

For some reasons,
your coolness attracts me.
I would like to be like you when
I become 29.

Astig.

Guess what, I found out this morning that he blocked my account. I never got even just a mere appreciation or compliment from what I said.

Sabagay ganito naman sa mundo ng mga bading eh. I could have done the same during my own time. Siguro the only difference is that I won't do such an extreme measure to a guy who was just admiring me. It was a harmless post. Not even something that would sound like Im trying to hook up with the guy.

And for that, someday, I would get back at him.

Such good motivation, now that Im trying to break my body and force it to become what I really wanted it to be.