Anim na taon pa lang ako. Masaya kaming naglalaro kasama ng mga kapatid kot mga pinsan nang yayain ako ng tito ko sa kwarto. Tawagin na lang natin sya sa pangalang Ken(di tunay na pangalan). 5′4″ lang si tito Ken, may kapayatan at may angkin din namang kagwapuhan. 17 years old pa lang non si tito Ken. At dahil sa labis na kabataan ko, sumunod naman ako sa kanya. Pagkapasok namin sa kwarto ay agad nyang isinara ang pinto at ini-lock. Wala akong takot non since tito ko naman sya. Humiga sya sa kama at pinahiga nya rin ako. Kinuha nya ang kumot at nagkumot kami.Nagtanong ako sa kanya, Ano po ba ang gagawin natin dito? Basta, hayaan mo lang ako. Sumunod ka lang. wika nya. Maya-mayay kinapa na nya ang ari ko. (more…)
Paunawa: Ito’y hindi tunay na pangyayari. Bunga lamang ito ng malikhaing pag-iisip ng may-akda. Ang pagkakapareho ng pangalan ay di sinasadya o nagkataon lamang. Salamat po.
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Noong bata pa ako ay sinasama ako ng aking ama sa kanilang opisina tuwing sabado since ang mga boss ng ganitong araw ay hindi nagpapasok. Nakilala ko na lahat ng kaopisina ni papa na lahat ay lalaki. Nasa department kasi sya na kung saan sila ang nag-aasikaso ng mga delivery vans na ginagamit sa pag-deliver ng products nila. Kadalasan ay nasa garahe lang sila ng building at nag-aayos ng mga sasakyan. Ako lang lagi ang naiiwan sa loob ng opisina nila, naglalaro lang ako ng games sa PC ni papa. Labing-dalawa silang lahat noon sa departamento na iyon. Lahat ay malalaki ang katawan dahil madalas ay nagbubuhat ng mabibigat na parte ng sasakyan. (more…)
I soon found out that Stud has been sending me text messages in my 3315 Nokia cellphone, which I promptly replied, sporadically.
Like, he sends me ‘whats up’ messages and other nonsense text messages anyone can think of. I don’t know with that Stud, he seems to be more of a jerk than the jerk I knew before I met Tonj.
And speaking of Tonj…
“I guess that cool silvery pants was a hot seller at Tonj, right?”
I told him, while leaning down on the counter in front. The reason I was there at Tonj was…
“You’re bored, aren’t you?” Tonj looked at me and showed me his overly- empowering thousand watt smiles. More than I could handle. (more…)
Another day in the life of Jethro Velasquez, knowing more that I could imagine, being in the arms of someone you love. Though technically, Tonj and I already slept with each other but didn’t actually do it.
Just sleep.
Waking up, I would see Tonj moving around my unused kitchen and try to cook breakfast for the both of us. Which is really sweet.
“Oh, you’re awake, I was making pancakes.” He hollered.
“At eight a.m.? On a Sunday?” I said, smiling, yawned heavily later.
“Yeah, something to brag about, you know…”
“Know what? (more…)
Disclaimer: all of the characters portrayed here are used fictitiously, and used for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to the characters and situations are purely coincidental.
Here’s a Valentine’s Day tale for you. Prepare yourself.
I met this lowly 23 year old guy I hang around for work. Dorky-looking, yet suave, there was something about this guy that projected masculinity but in a sense he could get it on with someone. As in a relationship.
What the hell were you thinking?
As I was saying, the 25 year old guy, let’s call him Rockwilder, young, very dorky, with those baseball caps, hip-hugging shorts and more caps. He was capable of making realtionships with the opposite sex and stuff heterosexuals do. He couldn’t believe at this time of the world he’s now having a hard time looking for a relationship.
What is about 23 year old young, single bachelors that keeps them 23 year old young, single bachelors and dateless? (more…)
