Mr. G's Spot

...are the number of years and months that I haven't had sex with a guy!   You may not believe it, but it is true.  I have stopped getting emotionally involved more than 4 years ago , and I allowed myself to vanish from the gay circles more that two years ago. Sex is very much a part of me, and sex with men adds spice to my otherwise heterosexual biological needs.  This was a self-imposed hiatus and hibernation.  I do not know if I have to congratulate myself or not because from time to time, I still hanker for intimate moments with a man.  I may appear to be pathetic, but sometimes, I do not feel that way either.

Last Saturday night, I quietly watched Imbestigador, and was just so shocked at Boys of Bora Spa being raided by Criminal Investigation Division (CID) of the PNP and of course, Imbestigador Mike Enriquez' staff.  Neither am I mad about this, nor condone the spa activities either.  having been a spa customer (both legit and not), I know that this has been going on.  This reminds me of one spa in QC a few years back.  I know it is a seedy place and just wanted to know what the extra service is all about.  Above all, of course, I wanted a massage that time. So just like any cheap spas, there would be a viewing room, and all the supposedly masseurs make themselves cute and catch your attention.  I chose the young looking lad.  He did not have a nice body but a cute face. he was also fair and looked clean.

I THOUGHT he would not give in to my incessant request for an eyeball. I met him through the net and when I had the chance to travel in one of the cities in the south where he lives, I thought that meeting him would be a great idea. At first, he was hesitant. He said he had some very personal reasons why we should never meet. I told him it’s just a dinner and I was not expecting anything romantic or sexual to happen. After all, I am way below his Hispanic looks. He looks really stunning in his picture. He was hesitant. Finally, he said he is on the big side that is why. So I told him, I am not guwapo like him, so what should be the problem? And I told him that it is okay if he is not comfy meeting me. After a few minutes, I guess my charm had him agree to meet me at 7 pm that day. So he picked me up at a little past 7 PM from the hotel then we went through this cozy grill restaurant and ordered tangigue steak and veggie (because he avoids pork). The conversation really we

“Can I invite you to my place?” I got this message from my MySpace account. The guy was anonymous. He had neither picture nor any description about him. I was bent not to respond to this guy because he is simply anonymous. But courtesy dictates I had to respond. In fact, I hate people not responding to my text message or even private messages. Being so courteous enough, I responded “Why not?” After all, it has been a while since I have met new PLUs and it would not hurt if I would meet someone new after a hot coffee and a pleasant chat with a nice guy two Fridays ago. All was set. I would go to his place. I will have a nice chat with him and get to know him better (and perhaps get laid. Smile!). It was supposedly last Friday. However, some things did not augur well for me last Friday. Since Monday would be a Muslim holiday, we would need to make up for it by rendering some overtime work because we were rushing some materials for the upcoming board meeting. So at 5 PM, I took the