Errata: Lucky Charm is still open for business.
Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there existed a photograph that sprinkled me with enough lust dust and sent me flying back to MP-neverneverland. Though I may have flown to this land to be with Peter “John” Pan, my attention was surreptitiously caught by one of the lesser known protagonist. This Lost Boy was actually more dashing than Peter Pan. He is indeed so handsome that I have almost forgotten one crucial fact: only Peter Pan could fly or in other words - my ONLY ride home, so I decided to stick by his green flying ass. Hehehe. Now, though I am back in the reality we call Earth, I still dream of my journey to this far away land and to finally be with the handsome Lost Boy, who goes by the name of Jhoross.
I almost had a heart attack when Lucky
Charm had closed its doors for business. It would seem the threat of raids finally
took its toll on its popularity. I was irreconcilable (exaggerating),
devastated with the realization that the possibility of meeting Jhoross had been reduced to a mere
fairy tale. Fortunately, like in any children’s story, when the protagonist had
reached the pinnacle of self-doubt and all hope seemed lost, a deus ex machina conveniently appears to
save the day. Enter my version of a fairy godmother: LP.
I was fortunate enough to be invited in one
of LP closed door meetings. I was handed the roster of models applying and the
schedule of meeting for each model. Looking through this list, a name popped
out from the sea of anonymous-es, a combination of letters I thought I would
never see again – J-H-O-R-O-S-S. I was... ecstatic.
The fateful day finally came and I could no
longer hide my excitement. I left the office as soon as the clock struck 12. I hopped
into my motorized pumpkin and thanked my lucky stars and garters that my
driver’s license had not been revoked. Hehehe.
I parked my car with all the finesse of skinning a cat and prepared myself to
meet my knight in shining armor.
Ah
Jhoross, you look even better than when we first met.
He stands at 5’8 tall, his arms bursting out of his sleeves, and I swear I can
see the silhouette of his abs through his T-shirt. Yes, he was delicious, and
the other patrons were starting to salivate. So before the cougars could dig
their filthy claws into him, I went straight to the big boss to strike the
first deal. With the success of our negotiation, I once again glanced at my
prize and gave him a menacing grin. He smiled back, obviously unaware of the brewing dark plans I had for him that
evening.
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| Muhahaha! |
So fast forward to where it really matters.
Hehehe.
Wow! This guy has everything. First, good
looks, then now, good hands. I could feel all the pent up tension melting away
under the weight of his fingers. He was surprised when I complimented how good
he was. After all, during his debut into the flesh trade, he had received numerous
complaints of his incompetency as a masseur. Luckily, a very good friend of his,
who was a professional masseur, was kind enough to teach him the tricks of the
trade. So Voila! I am now enjoying the fruits of his hard work. Hehehe.
Now
time to make our baby prince! Hahaha.
He stripped and I was jumping up and down
in joy at the sight of his family jewels. I offered to switch the TV program to
channel 108 but he politely declined, saying that he does not need any other
visual stimuli! (Someone please hand this guy a trophy!) Aaaahhhh! His tongue! That
phenomenal tongue. It was the right combination of sucking and licking that
could curl anyone’s toes. I grabbed his neck and stared at his face, then
started kissing those soft lips. I wanted to return the favor and so I summoned
every skill set my mouth had at its disposal. Suction, deep throating,
tea-bagging, corkscrew motion, the harmonica and so on. Then…
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| Kru... kru... |
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| Chirp... chirp... |
Eh? Silence… a deafening
silence. What the hell is happening? Where
were the oooohs & aaahhhs that I have grown used to hearing? The “Ang sarap
ng bibig mo.” “Ang galing ng bunganga mo.” “You give the best blowjob ever.” But
instead of the praises I have grown accustomed to, I was greeted with a stoic
expression and the whirring of the ventilation system. Hmmm… Maybe he just needed
some warming up. So again, I went through the same motions. Suction,
deep-throating, tea-bagging, corskrew motion, the harmonica… then… NOTHING! Absolutely
nothing! Feelings of self-doubt started creeping like the cold wind. Was I just not good enough? No, that can’t
be it. Maybe he likes it done differently. So I mustered enough courage to
utter the words:
“Hindi ka ba nasasarapan?”
“Ok lang naman.”
… kru... kru...
“Sorry ano po ulit yun?
Parang nabingi ako kanina e.”
“Ok lang naman po, sir.”
Ok lang? OK LANG NAMAN? I
use to get affirmations from RX, Allen (LP), Jock, Christian, Richard, Erick,
Jeffrey Hernan, and the countless casual sex partners blessed with experiencing
my world renowned fellatio. (Haha! Now I’m bragging). But now… OK the freaking
LANG NAMAN? I could feel the rush of blood surging through my ears and cheeks. Just as
how pride has escaped every fiber of my being, my whole belief system also went
out the window. I wanted to crawl up the sheets and die.
“Sir, okay lang po ba
kayo?”
He must have noticed my
apparent shock at his response.
“Ah, okay lang naman. Sige
tuloy lang natin”
So in trying to hide the
humiliation of defeat, I swallowed my pride, as well as his pride once more. I blew and I blew until he came in the deafening silence.
On our way to his drop-off
point, I asked the question that has lingered in my mind all evening.
“Jhoross, hindi ka ba
talaga nasarapan?”
“Sir, ganon lang po talaga
ako na tahimik.”
With the sigh of defeat, I
comforted myself with the resolution that perhaps what he is saying is true and
humbly accepted his explanation. I pulled over and he got off my car.
“Sige sir, sa uulitin.”
“Sige, pero sa susunod,
patitirikin ko na ang mata mo sa sarap.”
He laughed and smiled, then he shut the
door of my carriage. I watched him walk away, with his white T-shirt slowly fading into the shadows.
…
So how was it? Well,
despite my obvious defeat, Jhoross is actually a great find. Silence may not have
been the ideal sound to be heard during a homoerotic tryst, but I would have
preferred it over explicit flattery. I think that he is a sincere person and
though our tale may have ended with less than a happy ending, there is no denying that
Jhoross is a prince.
Chameleon
Scale:
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| Happy |
Will I come back for seconds? YES! I still
want to ride the horse of my knight in shining armor. And more so than that… I
want a rematch!
But before our second meeting… I plan to
brush up on my literature.
HAHAHA!!! Jhoross! You have better be ready…
DISCLAIMER: He may have gotten the wrong impression that I was a part of the LP administration, hence showing his best behavior. But then again, he may also be genuinely nice. My point is... don't blame me. Hehehe. And take everything with a grain of salt.
