ENCHONG

Was treated for lunch by chubby boss

And on the way to the resto

Fatso pointed out a relatively wholesome looking poster of an actor

Reminds me of you

He said nonchalantly

Stared at the reflection on the mirror

Fuck

I look like a teen star

FOUR HOURS AT WORK

Spending the fourth hour at work

Been avoiding the boss' line of sight

Not replying to his messages and pings

He's expecting the favor from last week to be repaid

There are no plans of sticking this gear up his ass again

Been saving this for a buddy coming over

It's expected to be an all-nighter

Sorry boss

You're not a better fuck than this other partner

MY COUSIN ED

I'm not the only guy who feels this

Every gay guy had this

A crush

A huge crush

On a family member

A cousin in particular

He's tall

Dark 

And handsome is an understatement

Except for his color, the Spanish lineage is apparent

The thing though

What everyone is saying

Whenever we're together

They think we are brothers

Because we look exactly like each other

THE GAY MOUTH

Took the usual weekend breakfast in a quaint coffee shop in the area

When a trio of loud fags sat across my table

They were rowdy and didn't seem to fit in a place like this

Eating alone, there's no other choice but to look their way

Glancing

Looking

Staring

There's one thing was reallized

All three fags have the same mouths

Wide

Pouty

Gay

More thoughts came about that mouth

There's alot more people who share that pout

The hair stylist

My niece's nanny

That gay guy from that gag show

And my stalker from high school

Damn

Fairies share one type of mouth

The gay mouth

CHUBS

Chubs are great fucks

They've got tight holes

And they perform well

You can just lie down and they'll do all the work

They lick you like you're a sweet lollipop

And if that chub's your boss

That means you get another day off.

WARM THOUGHTS

Someone's going to be late.

But the weather's so cold, can't get up from this bed.

Can't pull off these sheets.

Jerked off twice to stay awake.

Butt naked under these sheets, this is perfect.

Fuck work.

My longing is this warmth.

Informed the office I'll be unavailable.

Already expecting to see more raised eyebrows when I return.

But I don't care.

Because surely the boss will like this.

For it means his chubby ass will get screwed again.

IN THE GENES

Last night the home became the location of a house party.

When there are parties, there will be singing.

And when singing is involved, the father's in the forefront.

Song after song, one thing became obvious.

Father sings diva songs.

And here came my thought.

Maybe homosexuality is hereditary.

LAST NIGHT

"Rim me," he commanded.

How is one to decline an offer?

He is a model. 5'8. Swimmer's body. A face to lust for.

And a libido of a teenage boy.

After a great blowjob, whatever his whims, it will be your command.

My hands lowered to his abs, tracing the humps.

Lower.

Down to his white underwear.

His cock. Stiff and hard as wood.

"Rim me," he commanded again. This time positioning himself.

The night went by quick, I want my foreplay slow.

"Pull it down," he pleaded.

His request, my command.

I pulled it down.

Saw something peculiar.

Stared at it.

Stared long.

What the hell is that?

The eyes looked closer.

Damn it.

The model, for all his perfection, hides a frailty.

Taken aback, I pulled up my pants.

To hell with raunch.

My tongue will not taste that ass.

When it left brown skidmarks on his jockeys.

HEART ATTACK

The worst way to wake up on a Friday morning

When you wake up after dreaming you lost one testicle.

Grabbed the balls and was relieved

They're still complete.

KIRBY

You remind me of the Spanish era.

When the country was still run by those foreigners.

You of course is one of them.

Your high nose. Your fair complexion. Your eyes.

Captivating.

Your body is a piece of work.

You've put on a little weight, but still one would want to see what's underneath your shirt.

Just writing about it makes one's mouth water.

God, what I'd give to one day push you to a wall and put my tongue inside your mouth.

These thoughts are not right.

You're married.

So stop smiling when you pass by my way.

THOUGHTS ON BUS RIDE HOME

A bus ride home can be a lonely endeavor.

Lonely and oftentimes habitual. Repetitive. Monotonous.

There are days when a fellow passenger catches your fancy.

You gaze at him too long.

And sometimes your thoughts get nasty.

You'd want to sit beside him. Touch his elbow with yours, hoping for a glance.

Then he'll brush his finger along your arm.

A sly smile and a naughty wink.

A signal that it's fine for you to touch his dick.

And you oblige.

There was this passenger who caught my fancy.

But too bad he dropped off early.

WHAT ONCE WAS PRIVATE

People write in a public domain to share their thoughts, experiences, wants, needs and desires.

I have read tons of people's thoughts, experiences, wants, needs and desires.

Thought it's time to write one of my own.

Time to share my private thoughts.

Out in public.

Anonymously.