Toby reloaded

Following the epic second night I spent in the arms of RX, I woke up stuporous, feeling slightly warm and strong palpitations were pounding my left lateral chest. Symptoms persisted so I decided to consult with a doctor. (Actually more like a bosom buddy who is a doctor, let’s call him Doctor X.) Doctor X took my medical history and performed a thorough physical examination. Then after a careful consideration of my presentation, he came to a disturbing conclusion. Diagnosis: Love Sickness. Holy @#%$! I grabbed Doctor X by the collar and demanded to be given the strongest available remedy. He handed me the prescription and I wasted no time and began the intensive regimen to rid myself of this most dreadful of afflictions.

First course of antibiotics, Amoxicillin: TOBY

Aaaahhh Toby! I could stare at his face and the world would stop spinning. His boyish charm never loses its appeal and his pleasant personality is a cherry on top a hot fudge sundae. I could already feel the drug coursing through my veins, ridding me of the infirmity RX has inflicted upon me.

We entered a restaurant around Timog Avenue, and glances started veering towards our direction. Suddenly, all the ‘discreetness’ of PLUs in that establishment was thrown to the wind and I can literally pick them out one by one from the crowd. A not-so-discreet couple across our table was staring at him intently while rapaciously gorging at the pecho that they ordered. They were so obvious that I could not help myself but laugh. As if filling their stomachs with food could satiate what they are really hungry for. I’m sorry ladies! Tonight you will eat chicken inasal, while I will be eating Toby! Hahaha!

He was still the mild-mannered boy who I have come to love and whose lack of pretentions have always made me feel at ease. But being the attention whore that I am, his incessant texting has made me feel less of a princess than I would have wanted to be treated as. However, I do understand his plight, other clients do seem to be born without the virtue of patience and would take offence if their inquiries were not met with a speedy reply. (Another date ruined by attention-grabbing whores! Hahaha!)

The massage still consisted of his signature two-step regimen. First the lotion lathered Swedish treatment, followed by the towel draped Shiatsu technique. Strokes now had more confidence and his motions smoother than our awkward first encounter. But just as I had feared, in tradition with this line of business, I could feel his sincerity slowly chaffing away.

My lips have yet to touch his. This self-imposed no kissing policy of his is increasingly frustrating. How I long to feel those red lips pressed against mine. But HJ and NP are improving; finally he is beginning to understand the concepts of pleasuring a man.

So 1 week into the business, the innocence meter reads: 10 --> 8. My! My! That was fast! Given a little more time, and he can be officially branded with the scarlet letter.

With the completion of the prescribed regimen, I came back to Doctor X and had my blood aspirated to determine the success of the treatment.

       Gram stain result: Multiple heart shaped cocci in pairs seen in oil immersion field.

Clearly, getting rid of the love bug was going to need a stronger dose!

To be continued…

Note: Aside from not kissing, this one also refuses to reach climax! Just a heads up.

rX marks the spot

RX! You shrewd little devil! You tempted the curiosity in me, and toyed with my fascination for the unknown. That mask is a bane to my existence and a thorn in my side!!!

I have been at it for months, going back and forth, contemplating whether I would hire ‘the man with the mask’. My intellect and logic advised against it, but my heart could not be dissuaded, and the relentless second guessing has kept him constantly in my mind, fanning the flames of curiosity into a raging inferno.

The tipping point came after getting wind that a picture of him in all his glory existed; I became frantic and started clicking the mouse away into oblivion. But after hours and hours spent searching for the elusive photograph, I finally gave up looking for this needle in a huge gay-stack. Suddenly, it became apparent that two thousand and five hundred pesos is a lot cheaper than an operation for the tenosynovitis I was about to develop.

So after much deliberation, I have decided to end the agony of not knowing. I picked up the phone and sent RX a message of my interest. Yet, I was still convincing myself of the good sense of my action. He does have an incredible body and an abdomen you could grate cheese with. For that alone, I told myself it would be worth it… It SHOULD be worth it… But if all else fails, I will just have to ask him to put the mask back on! Hahaha!

Not only was finding his photograph proving to be a difficult task, getting hold of him is another climb uphill a steep mountain. Everything with this guy has to be worked and toiled for. (RX! You have better be damn well worth it!). But after days of repeated attempts, just when my patience has reached its inevitable end, he answered.

He uttered a single word “Hello” and all frustrations melted into the soothing timbre of his voice. Aaahh… his voice! It was a well-modulated pitch of bass that could render even the sturdiest of knees weak. This is the voice of a man, and I could have multiple orgasms with it! So with negotiations settled and the date set, I waited anxiously for the day I could solve one of my sex life’s lingering mysteries.

I booked a room in my usual cathedral of sin. Ding dong! Finally! The hour of judgment has arrived. I turned the knob, opened the door and stared at the face of anonymity. The verdict? Guilty! The mask is guilty! I hereby sentence the mask to death by shredding and burning until a pile of ash is what remains of its existence! While true that his appearance leaves little doubt of his heritage, as Filipinos go, he has a face the nation can be proud of. It had so much depth that just like the paintings of the master artist, Picasso - the longer you look at it, the better it becomes.

Being the enigma that he is, I had a lot of questions about his past. His answers were careful and rehearsed; it felt like interviewing an astute politician. Piercing the bubble of obscurity he has surrounded himself with was going to need a sharper needle. Yet despite being reserved with the information he divulges, he came across as warm and accommodating. (Now that’s mad skills!)

Now enough with the chatter! Strip! Hahaha. He took off his clothes and I died and went off to heaven. The bulge on his chests was seamlessly contoured, with two deliciously rounded nipples peaking at its summit. Abdominal muscles were chiseled to perfection and the slender v-shaped torso sloped into a gorgeously slim waist. All this packaged into a 5’9 tall tasty morsel, wonderfully gift-wrapped in a small to medium size body. I could feel the drool of saliva trickling down my chin. (Then again as I was writing this.) If Toby was THE face, RX was THE body. Now only if they could mate and make the perfect baby! (Biologically impossible, but I would be happy to see them try. Hihihi!)

His massage was in a word – routine. While undeniably good and completely thorough, I do miss the eagerness of a nubile masseur. With the mastery of his craft, an old hand loses zeal; such is the downfall of a seasoned veteran. However, just to clarify, it WAS an excellent massage. But I do wish that I could have experienced it a few years earlier, when he was still ascending the incline of his learning curve.

What about the one after? Again, in a word – INCREDIBLE! Finally, the years of experience worked towards his advantage. The kissing was so intense that I had to break and gasp for air. He has mastered the use of his tongue, lips and hands and employed them to satisfy every whim of my body. Then in a soft voice, he whispered “Patigasin mo ako!” He took off his underwear; I wasted no time and shoved the pillar of flesh down my voracious throat. It grew to 6.5 inches long and 5 fingers thick and was so beautifully shaped that I had to pause and stare at it in admiration. The expression on his face was a sight to behold - his eyes were half open, his mouth gaping in pleasure. Soft Ooohs and Aaaahs came out of those soft lips. And when I tried to swallow the entirety of his manhood, he bellowed like a savage beast. There was so much tossing and turning on our platform of passion that the surrounding room was lost in crimson blur.

He was into post-coital cuddling. I was still mesmerized by the splendor of his body that my hands seem to have sprung a mind of their own. My fingertips stroke the hills and troughs of his body, admiring the shape of this sculpted work of art. I wished the moment could last forever. But as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. We shared a last hug and kiss, then he left, leaving behind me, a purring satisfied feline.

Overall… Was it worth it? YES! It was ALL worth it! I am extremely glad that Boss Papa managed to prolong the career of this legend long enough for me to bask in his glory. He is the fourth encounter in LP, and I hope that the sun would never set in my direction. Truly, if x marks the spot, then RX is the treasure hidden beneath.

Chameleon scale:

Perfect

Will I come back for seconds? Yes! A million times yes! As a matter of fact… I already have.