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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Nishiboy According To A College Friend

The long-overdue third installment to The "Nishiboy According To His Friends" Series aka How To Blog Without Really Writing Anything.

This was written by a girl friend (take note of the space in between) back in college. We were choirmates and were both taking up Computer Science. I call her “bride” and she calls me “groom” after we got “married” in a wedding booth during one of our university fairs. It was a double-wedding. Her friend married my boyfriend.

She is also probably the first person I knew who owned a blog. She used to write under the name Saminella.

Bilang blogger siya, madami siyang ka-eklatan sa entries. Tulad nito, screenie ang pinadala niya para daw maiba.


Nishiboy According To A College Friend
By Saminella


O diba? Blogger na blogger. Lol.


Other entries in this series:

Nishiboy According To A New Friend
Nishiboy According To A High School Friend

Monday, February 20, 2012

Calling All Men Who Like Men


Calling all men who like men.

I am inviting you guys to join

Sexy Time: A Saferotic Sex Summit.

This is a joint event of The Love Yourself project and DOH-RITM.

The bullet points of the event:
  • We will get to talk with men like ourselves about sex.
  • We can exchange insights on how sex can be safe and erotic at the same time.
  • There will be a short lecture on how to keep ourselves free of HIV.
  • Free HIV testing will be given to registered participants.
  • Free snacks. =D

And the best part, really, is that this event will be facilitated by fellow men-who-like-men, which means that we will all be free from judgement.


This is on February 26, which is this coming Sunday. The event is totally free and will be done in a discreet location. The schedule is as follows:

1:00pm - 2:00pm Registration
2:00pm - 2:30pm Program Orientation
2:30pm - 3:00pm HIV 101 (Lecture and Q & A)
3:00pm - 3:15pm Snack Break
3:15pm - 4:15pm Group discussion on sex
4:15pm - 5:00pm Orientation on HIV Testing
5:00pm - 8:00pm HIV Testing, Dinner, Fellowship and Post-test counseling


If you want to join, please REGISTER HERE: http://tinyurl.com/hct123
The details of the location will be sent to your email.


I’ll be a facilitator in the event, and if you’d like me to personally attend to you, you can email me at exjasonblog@gmail.com. Of course, you can also email me if you have any questions or if you want to go but don't want to register through the link above.



Here is a slightly NSFW (Not Safe For Work) poster of the event.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Last Full Show

“Malapit ka na ba?” Tanong niya sa akin habang nagpupunas ng pawis sa noo. Ang cute niya tingnan, naka t-shirt na puti at naka-cap na nakabaliktad.

Fetish ko pa naman talaga yung naka-cap.

“Di pa. Pagod ka na ba?”

“Di naman. Mejo mahirap lang kasi tong posisyon ko.” Sagot niya. Sabagay, medyo mahirap nga yung ginagawa niyang pagyuko nang patagilid.

Nasa taas kami ng sinehan. Yung balcony. Bakbakan ang palabas. Sakto, kung ano-anong bakbakan din ang nangyayari sa buong paligid.

Yumuko siya ulit para isubo ako. Magaling siya ha. Kahit na nahihirapan na siya, bigay todo pa din.

Tumagilid ako ng konti para mas ilapit ang titi ko sa kanya. Maya-maya, napaungol na ako sa pag deep throat niya. Aba, effective ang pagtagilid! Pagkatapos ng ilan pang sandali, di na nakapagpigil si kuya, lumuhod na talaga sa harap ko.

Ayos!

Umahon ulit si kuya para magpunas ng pawis. Habang hindi siya nakatingin, ngumiti ako sa nasa harap na row na halos mapilipit na ang leeg sa paglingon. Hinawakan niya si junior kong basang basa pa ng laway at jinakol.

Shit, ang sarap.

Kaso nakita ni kuya, at tinulak ang kamay nung isa. Natawa na lang ako. Kung makapag-agawan talaga ang mga tao dito, akala mo may krisis at magkaka ubusan.

Huminga ulit ng malalim si kuya at yumuko para isubo ulit si junior. Nararamdaman ko na, lalabasan na ako sa round na to.

Oras na para sa audience participation.

Sinandal ko na ang buong likod at ulo ko sa upuan, at itinaas ang mga kamay sa sandalan. Di ko pa naipapatong ang braso ko nang tuluyan ay itinaas na ng mga katabi ko ang t-shirt ko, sabay yuko at dila sa nipples.

Maya maya pa, may humahalik na sa leeg ko. Yung nasa likod ko. Gumapang ang halik niya papunta sa labi ko. Umilag ako at tiningnan siya. Tsinito. Pwede. Sinandal ko ulit ang ulo ko. Di na ako umilag nung sinubukan niya akong halikan ulit.

Isa sa harap, isa sa kanan, isa sa kaliwa, isa sa likod. Tangina, sarap. At may nanonood pa sa harap na row.

“Malapit na ako,” sabi ko pagkatapos ang ilang minuto. Lalo pang binilisan ni kuya ang pagtsupa.

“Putangina, ayan na!” ungol ko. Mas nagbigay todo pa lalo ang tsumutsupa at dumidila, at pigil na pigil naman ako sa pag-ungol habang nilalabasan sa bibig ni kuya.

Umupo na ulit lahat. Nagpunas ng pawis, uminom ng tubig, nag-ayos ng pantalon. May nag-abot sa akin ng panyo para pamunas. Maya-maya, nag-alisan na lahat, malamang lilipat na sa ibang pwedeng panoorin. Ako naman, lumabas para magyosi.

“Ayos yung show mo ah,” rinig kong sabi ng isang lalaking tumabi sa akin. Tiningnan ko, si tsinito na humalik sa akin. Di pala siya ganun ka-cute pag nasa liwanag, pero pwede na din.

Ngumiti lang ako at nagpatuloy sa pagyoyosi.

Nung patayo na ako, bigla siyang tumayo din at bumulong sa akin. “Kaya mo pa ba ng isa pa?”

Lumingon ako at ngumiti, pagkatapos ay pumasok na ulit sa sinehan habang nakasunod si kuyang tsinito.


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Pang-balanse sa mga cheesy balentayms posts. Lol.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Nishiboy According To A High School Friend

Here's the second entry for  The "Nishiboy According To His Friends" Series aka How To Blog Without Really Writing Anything

This one was written by a good friend from high school. We were also schoolmates for a couple of years in college until he transferred to another university. He was one of those who witnessed my transformation from high-school wimp to college wimp. And he knows enough of my secrets to blackmail me for the rest of my life.



Nishiboy According To A High school Friend
By Cyril


I hated Nishiboy, known to us, his high school mates, as Jap, when I first came to notice his existence. He was taller than I was, he was way meaner, and most of all he could belt to Celine Dion's "I'm Your Lady [and you are my man]" without much of an effort. It’s quite true what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. But if I may, to that saying a phrase I'd like to add: so they'd eventually become your friends. That's exactly what happened to Jap and I.

Fond memories I have of Jap would reveal our shared addiction to Harry Potter, animes (Bleach and Naruto), and singing. Forgive the lack of modesty, but Jap was my apprentice when it came to Harry Potter trivia. Hahahaha. But Jap sure made up for that with anime stuff and his prowess at karaoke. Jap, Sondra and I spent countless hours way back in our laid-back UPLB days just talking about anything that came fleeting into our idle minds. In retrospect, Jap, just like us, would fit uncannily into the dictionary definition of the term nerd.

Jap used to have an oppositional defiant type of personality. Jap was super stubborn and disliked being told what to do, a trait which currently lingers a wee bit. Hehe. He once made our Biology teacher cry. He also fought with and got into our Filipino teacher's nerves and irked our English mentor over a hidden shoe. He's got quite a knack at defying any authority figure. Now, I'd say Jap has progressed for the better. The Jap I knew then wouldn't have graduated from UP, would never have kept a decent job, would be penniless hours after pay day, and would basically be a pain in any of his friend's butt. Honestly. Hahahaha. Peace Jap.

Something must have come and changed that old Jap. I was flabbergasted last year when Jap and I met for the first time after college. For one, he had a neat-looking bag. Although contents of said bag may be tousled unceremoniously inside, but hey, now he's put things in an actual bag and not stuff them in his pockets. Second, he now has no stinky, sweaty, snot-covered towel draping over his pronounced shoulders. Third, he smelled of perfume and not of his usual cigarette smoke-drenched self. Moreover, he had with him a towel, bath soap, even shampoo. The old Jap would have comfortably scavenged through your drawer.

Most amazing of all, he was in love. Like for real. I've never seen Jap like that ever. That may have been that something I was looking for. Jap has come a long way from highschool but just like the rest of us he still has leaps and strides to go. He may fall short sometimes, be hurt and commit very appalling mistakes, I'd expect this new Jap to come out wiser, a grin plastered on his face, bravely putting on display his scathed heart and bruised ego.


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Other entries in this series:

Nishiboy According To A New Friend
Nishiboy According To A College Friend

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Nishiboy According To A New Friend

I always find it interesting to know what a person’s friends have to say about him. It’s like that Johari window thing says, what a person sees about himself is not exactly the same as what others see. That’s why I decided to ask some of my friends to write something about me. I thought it might be interesting both for me and for you, my dear readers, to know what my friends have to say about me.

Gentlemen (and a couple of ladies, at the most), I bring you: The "Nishiboy According To His Friends" Series aka How To Blog Without Really Writing Anything

I wanted to be fair and ask people who hated me to write something about me too, but good luck getting them to do anything for me.

The first entry is from Kerwin, a person who was mostly a stranger to me until recently. Since this series will be about friends saying stuff about me, this is me according to a "new friend".



Nishiboy According To A New Friend
By Kerwin


In high school, stereotypes rule. Cliques are formed organically all the time. People gravitate towards people with the same interests, and the simplicity of high school life dictates that you stay within the boundaries of your associated group. As High School Musical puts it succinctly, "Stick to the status quo."

But there's another lesson to be learned in high school: it always ends. Boundaries will shatter, the world will be filled with shades of gray. The next time you see each other, people have changed, and you can no longer define them by any one trait.

What's this got to do with Nishiboy? Nothing, and perhaps everything. Yes, I met Nishiboy back in high school. But I hardly knew him. We weren't classmates. We weren't even batchmates-- I was two years ahead, which meant that back when I was a "ruling" senior, he was just a sophomore. What little I remember of Nishiboy consisted of his looks: he was short and pudgy--adorable, yes-- but not what I'd consider "commanding." And as high school stereotypes go, he wasn't exactly jock material.

Eleven years later and I meet him again. A stroke of destiny, a manifestation of fate, whatever. Both of us have transformed into people far removed from our high school selves, but where he was merely surprised with what he saw, I was shocked with what I saw. The boy I once distinguished from the rest by virtue of his unique surname has become a MAN. Not only has Nishiboy grown taller (ah, such is puberty) than I had, but he had also attained a certain kind of swagger. Improved stance? Check. Steel in his eyes? Check.

In time, through several bottles of beer and cups of coffee, I learned more about Nishiboy and the tribulations he had to undergo to be where he was now. Growing up had its price. What strength he showed today he attained through heartbreaks, through rejections, through failures, through pain. What's amazing about all these though is that despite the maturity in his face, a little bit of that sophomore eleven years ago peeks through-- when he laughs, when his voice gets excited recalling the experiences of the yesteryears, when he has a bit of scientific knowledge to impart. The world may have beaten him black and blue (and continues to do so, based on his latest entry), but just seeing that youthfulness still reside within him makes me think that he can weather this bout.

I may have known Nishiboy for years, but this friendship has only begun. And I'm excited as hell to see what he's going to do. With Nishiboy, I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of an adventure.



Other entries in this series:

Nishiboy According To A High School Friend
For the curious, Kerwin has a blog, but it's been ages since he last updated: http://www.thesunbakedking.com/ . Do me a favor, though, and don't just say "Kerwin is cute" when you comment.