“Lo.”
Just a couple of messages I received on Grindr and other similar online apps. And that’s because I clearly state my real age on my profile: 51 years old.
Clearly these guys were trying to get a rise out of me. Luckily I remain largely unaffected by such attitude, because ever since I marketed myself as a “daddy” I’ve have a good number of 20-somethings (and a few 30-somethings) approach me, wanting to hook up with me. Apparently daddy issues are more prevalent than I thought among Filipino gay men.
Like this 21-year old senior college student who lives 6 short blocks away from our house; a brisk walk to his house won’t take more than 7 minutes. The first time he messaged me, he wanted to do it, but his parents were at home. We didn’t push through with it.
Sunday morning, he messaged me: “Are you free? My dad will be gone for about an hour.”
“Sure,” I replied.
“What can we do in an hour?” he asked.
“We can do a lot of things within just 30 minutes,” I assured him.
We wait until his dad went to mass (the church is less than 5 minutes away from their house), then I walked over to his place.
When I arrived just outside their house, he was standing at their porch, nervously glancing at his neighbors’ front yards. He wanted to make sure no one would see him sneak a stranger inside the house. I quickly snuck inside.
After he made sure the front door was locked, we headed to his room. His 50-inch flat screen TV showed a PS game on pause. The moment he locked his bedroom door, he immediately pulled me over to the side of his bed. He took off his eyeglasses (which made him look nerdy; his post-teenage pimples didn’t help either), sat down on the side of the bed, and pulled me closer. I pushed him down on the bed and kissed him hard on the lips. Even though his mouth was full, he kept making these excited noises.
Soon our clothes were tossed on the floor beside the bed.
He hugged me tighter and tighter as I kissed and licked him all over his face. And he moaned louder as plunged my tongue in his ear. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he said, which made me think, “His dad must be in church already at this point, and he might also be saying, ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God’ at this very moment.”
And as I let my tongue travel down and towards the back of his neck, he whispered into my ear, “Abuse me, daddy.”
At that point I wanted to stop and conduct an in depth interview. Why do you want me to abuse you? Were you abused before? Did your dad abuse you when you were younger? Was it an uncle? A neighbor? How old was the guy?
Then I thought, I really ought to stop speculating, accept his inputs, and just go with the flow. It’s so very improvisational theater.
(Of course, all that thinking earlier happened within several nanoseconds only. Otherwise I’d have lost my erection and my interest in having sex.)
I felt I had to say something. “You’re body’s mine,” I whispered back in his ear.
“Oh yeeeeesss, yeeeeeesss! Daddy, I’m all yours,” he hissed back in my ear. I was glad his response was that, because my mind was already berating me at that point, “Really Joel? ‘You’re body’s mine’? How cliché is that?!”
He whispered again, “Do what you want with me, daddy!”
So I said, “I wanna cum inside you so badly.”
Suddenly he snapped out of it. “No, no, no,” he said in a normal voice, not whispering. “Not without a condom.”
I too was out of the moment in a snap. “Of course!” I replied. “I don’t want to do it without a condom too. I meant next time. Not now, of course.”
He looked relieved. “Ah, okay, okay.” Pause. Then he added, “Next time, I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh sure,” I nodded. Now where were we?
Several minutes later I paused and looked at my phone. “The mass should be ending soon. Your dad will be home soon.”
We decided to cum together at the same time on his chest.
A few minutes after, I was poised near their front door while he was outside their porch, waiting for his all-clear go-signal.
Can I still move? You betcha.
Am I a lolo na? If to you I am, then I’m a lolo who can still f**k your ass sore.
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