Kwebang Lampas

I was at Kwebang Lampas/Lukang Beach last week with a friend (not The Bestfriend cuz he cancelled it again). It was an adventure because we really didn't know how to get there. All we had were guides we Googled before the trip.

It was a much-needed breather especially for me. Working every single day wears me down. That trip, as short as it may have been, provided change of environment, excercise (we trekked for an hour with my heavy backpack), fun, and a sense of fulfillment (I've always wanted to travel around and that trip to Kwebang Lampas is a start).

The beach (called Lukang Beach) has the whitest sand, although Typhoon Basyang, which hit the country only days before we went there, left the beach a little messy with dried leaves and small tree branches scattered around. The caretaker of the beach apologized for that state, but it's really no big deal to me. I don't even think it has taken away the beauty of the place one bit.

They don't have modern facilities down there, aside from a few cottages and comfort rooms (which I didn't use, anyway). I brought a tent so we didn't rent any of the cottages, but when asked, the caretaker told me cottage rent is from 400 to 500 PHP.

If you're into undeveloped white beaches that's almost deserted, and if you like adventure and trekking, I suggest you go to Kwebang Lampas. The cave is actually just a small part of the attraction, the beauty of the beach is to die for.

To get there, ride a bus to Lucena Grand Terminal. From that same terminal, look for the Pagbilao-bound jeepneys. At Pagbilao market which is the end point of the jeepney ride, there's a small jeepney terminal going to Ibabang Polo. At Ibabang Polo, look for the PNP detachment near the power plant gate. Follow the road to the left of the detachment until you reach a barricade that's the entrance to Sitio Bansilan, and the start of your one hour trek. The trek is pretty easy to follow. Just stay close to the power plant's walls.

Anyway, they don't allow overnight stay at the beach, even if you brought your own tents. =)

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G

Monday.

This blog post could’ve been about a Pagbilao trip. Yea, could’ve been. It didn’t push through because my niece, who had been sick since Thursday, got confined in a hospital last Saturday.

She and her sister went to the hospital to have a check-up, but the doctor advised that she be confined. I immediately went to visit her, at the same time to bring her her stuff cuz they went there unprepared.

Anyway, mom slept at the hospital that night which left me home alone. Good thing G messaged me on Facebook asking if I was busy, which I immediately understood that he wanted to drink. It’s Saturday night, and those who didn’t have a night-out were on Facebook. I told him to drop by, but didn’t tell him I was home alone. He might call our other friends on the idea that we could have a house party.

It was my first time to drink Red Horse (I think, or it could be that it was my first time to drink that much). I bought 5 1-liter bottles. I could consume as much San Miguel beer in a one-on-one session.

Anyway, my brother arrived while G and I were just on the first bottle. The brother thought I was alone so he decided to sleep over to give me company. Thanks to him but I already have one. LoL!

But I guess I underestimated Red Horse so much. After only two and a half bottles, my tongue already felt like rubber and my face felt like swelling. I could barely stand but I still managed to walk the short distance from my computer table (which we used as drinking table) to my bed.

I told G to not go home anymore and just sleep over. He immediately agreed and fell on the bed beside me.

I immediately fell asleep, but wakened up a little later by the sound of G throwing up at the sink. LoL! Or rather, yuck!

I thought about getting him a glass of water but I was weak to get up. I was almost asleep when I felt him get back to bed.

Then something happened. I felt his left arm wrap around my chest. I was awakened. He was cold. He was making funny sounds of like when you’re having a chill. Haha. The a/c was just set to 25 and I wasn’t even under the blanket. But he was hugging me it was nice.

Then I did something naughty. I asked him if he was cold, he said yes. I jumped from the bed saying I’d turn the thermostat higher. But I turned it lower instead. 22. I knew I’d be cold as well but what the heck, someone’s there to hug me haha.

G had been just a friend, I don’t remember having a crush on him or having him as an object of my lust. He’s plain and he’s not my type. But it doesn’t matter. A hug is a hug. And yea, it’s just a hug. No harm done.

As I went back to my side of the bed, back turned to him just like earlier, he wrapped his left arm around me again, even searching for my hand to hold it. We were actually spooning, his pelvis smacked on my butt.

The hug was nice but I didn’t take it any further than that. My brother was just in the other room. Finding us in that position would already horrify him, what more if he walked in on us having sex?

I was able able to sleep until my brother knocked around 5 am. Good thing he didn’t open the door. I heard him telling me he’s going home. I then broke from G’s embrace and went to lock the gate.

When I went back to bed, G’s was on his back. It seemed he’s not cold anymore. I hugged him, and took the situation one step further.

He put his arms over his head the moment I wrapped my right arm around him, an indication that he’s not asleep; an invitation that I could do whatever I want.

I slowly slid my hand down to his belly, and eventually reached toward his crotch. His semi-erect manhood was fully hard in an instant, under my fondling. He moved a little and I took my cue. I turned away from him, I wanna be cuddled just like earlier. He followed and embraced me from the back, harder this time. His erect young dick was now pushing hard against my butt; he was pumping hard. I reached around and caressed his butt, pushing it harder towards me.

In one sweep motion, he pulled his basketball shorts and underwear down to mid-thigh. He then took my hand from his butt and pushed it toward his dick. I missed young dicks – smooth, minimal veins, quivering at your slightest touch…

I was jacking him off slowly when he started pulling at my pants. I was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans so he couldn’t just pull it down. When he realized it, he reached around me and searched for my pants’ button. He pulled on the flap and immediately unzipped it. I thought he was just going for my butt, but no, he reached for my dick and jacked me off, too.

I was surprised. Most boys his age would just lay there and have me do whatever I wanted. Most boys his age that I went to bed with would be so shy to even touch me.

It lead me to the conclusion that G is also gay. Or bisexual, at the least.

I broke from his embrace and faced him. I don’t know why but I felt so awkward being held by him. He wasn’t my type or anything. I was just playing along.

As soon as I was facing G, he pushed me down to his dick. It was dark so I didn’t see much. The head was a little round and bigger than the circumference of his young dick, which, if my estimation was right, was around 5 to 5.5-inch long.

I sucked on it for a good few minutes until I heard him moaning and felt his butt tighten. I didn’t wanna swallow so I removed him from my mouth and just jacked him fast. He was pushing my head back to his peen but I refused. He came with my hand covering the head so it wouldn’t spurt of me and the bed sheets. The mess it would make if that happened.

When he finished cumming and when I felt him relax a little, I slowly scattered his cum all over his still hard cock. He groaned. I knew how tender he must have felt down there, but I still insisted on massaging him with his emission. He tried to escape my hand by moving his hips away but I wouldn’t let go. I laughed, louder this time, and he laughed along with me.

“Tama na, masakit,” (“Enough, it hurts”) he said while laughing. I eventually let go and got up from the bed to get a towel in the bath, while instructing him not to wipe it on the sheets.

It was a fun night. I was half-expecting it would be an awkward morning after, but it was not. It was so easy to act normally around him because he acted as if nothing happened. He left around 10 am, after having coffee. I told him I don’t cook so I couldn’t offer him breakfast. He said it was okay and that he really doesn’t eat breakfast so there’s no problem with that.

He sent me a text mid-afternoon saying he’s having a hang-over and that his tummy’s not good. I replied about him being weak and stuff, just like I normally would, and we texted till about before dinner.

My niece was released from the hospital last night. No need for any sleeping buddy. Too bad.

There are still 2 unopened bottles of Red Horse litro here. I really hope to drink it with G again soon.

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Backpacking

For so long, I’ve been wanting to travel around the country. I used to tell myself that one day, I would be proud to say that I have already traveled every single corner of the Philippines.

As time went by (read: as I get older), I realized that the main problem for that long-time dream was actually money. You have to have money to be able to go to such key destinations as Boracay and Palawan.

Second, there was that problem of who I would travel with. It would really be lonely and scary to travel alone. For so long, I was looking for someone who could be a travel buddy.

The Bestfriend actually used to be my movie buddy until he got married and he was replaced by JP and then just lately, CJ.

Actually, The Bestfriend didn’t wanna go with me to Laoag last March (read about it here), and he was the reason why my Pyromusical tickets just went to waste (you can read that one here).

So I guess I shouldn’t even include The Bestfriend in the list of prospective travel buddies.

Anyway, one lazy evening, I came across this travel blog by a woman who travels with, guess who, herself! Yes she travels alone!

I immediately got inspired, of course. If a girl could do it, why couldn’t I?

So I browsed her travel blog and looked for the nearest destination. I wanted to start near, of course, and I wanted her say about the place. If the place was safe for a girl travelling alone, then it would be safe for me, too.

I chose Kwebang Lagpas in Pagbilao, Quezon. Her travel to that place was in full account in her blog. She even included the fare prices and resort entrance and cottage rentals. Now how cool is that?

I don’t have a backpack, though. If I would go backpacking to that place which I’ve never once been into, I couldn’t bring a man tote or a messenger bag which are the only bags I currently own. I want to buy a rucksack. Yes, that’s how serious I am about this thing. I realized, too, that it’s just cheap to backpack if you knew the ways of backpacking. Okay, you can never haggle with bus fares or airfares, but there’s always a way to cut the costs of accommodation and food.

Last Monday, The Bestfriend and I were chatting over YM. I was asking about rucksacks until I felt the need to ask him to go with me to Pagbilao. He’s still my bestfriend to date and I really enjoy his company. I am perhaps still hoping that the excitement and the bond we shared when we camped at their mountain in Batangas some nine years ago will happen again. Deep inside, though, I told myself not to count on it too much would he decide to go with me.

I wasn’t expecting it but he said yes. He’d go with me on Sunday. I originally planned to go Saturday but since Sunday and Monday are his days off for July, I moved it to Sunday. The girl solo traveler also goes out Sundays so why the heck not.

The thing that happened with the pyromusical competition wouldn’t happen again, though. I promise myself that. His company would only add to the fun I will be having, but his absence – should he decide not to come anymore – would make the trip just fine, if not more exciting.

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One Week

Al and I are no more. I realized, after just a few days of our relationship, that he’s really not ready yet.

On the first Sunday of being “boyfriends,” I asked him for a movie date. It was Prince of Persia’s first Sunday and aside from the fact that I really wanted to see the movie, I knew he was also looking forward to watching it.

It was also his day off and I was kinda glad that everything was going the way I wanted it to – our first date as “us,” we’ll watch a movie that we both like, we’ll dine after watching, the time on our hands cuz it’s his day off.

But then I received a text a little before lunch that day. He wanted to bring CJ along. I wanted to ask why but I decided not to anymore. I knew it. He was not comfortable being around me in public anymore.

We used to go out a lot before we got into the relationship. He’d go with me to the vet when I’d take my shih-tzu for a check-up; he was just one text away when I wanted to eat out and didn’t wanna eat alone; he’d even immediately go to CJ’s when he’d find out I was there.

I realized that perhaps he was just as sweet before because we were just friends; because I was an older friend that he somehow looked up to as an older brother or an uncle, but not really as a lover.

Perhaps we both thought it’s something more than that, so we crossed the line towards a more intimate relationship. And then this happened.

I arrived ahead of them at the resto which was deserted that time of day. It would be usually packed during lunch and dinner time but it was 3 pm. Al and CJ arrived a few minutes after. CJ was all smiles and greeted me and stuff,  but Al couldn’t even look at me in the eye. He just kept on texting someone on his cellphone. I realized just then that it was the first time we met after we became “us” some 5 days ago. And he couldn’t even greet me a simple hi.

He seated across me at the table. CJ  seated beside him. We had halo-halo. And when the waiter brought our food, CJ transferred to the seat beside me. CJ would talk to me about random stuff, while Al wouldn’t even join in. I tried to get him into talking so many times but all he could do was nod or mumble a one-liner. He finally spoke up when we’re about to leave the resto. But he talked only to CJ.

It was fine with me, though. Actually, the minute he texted me he wanted to bring CJ along, I wanted to break up with him and not watch the movie anymore. But the movie date was all set and I really wanted to see it that I told myself to just go on with it. Besides, CJ is also my friend though he didn’t know that Al and I were on.

I sat between the two of them in the movie house. Al was still quiet. He would occasionally laugh and make “oh” and “ah” reactions on scenes but he really wouldn’t talk to me. I tried asking who he’s texting with because he hadn’t stopped texting even while watching the movie, but he wouldn’t answer.

Although sad that Al brought a chaperone to our date, I was glad that CJ was there to actually make me feel that I had company.

It was a date I couldn’t wait to end. Although I enjoyed the movie much, I really felt so awkward that my so-called boyfriend was treating me as if I wasn’t there.

I spent that Sunday night trying so hard to keep myself from texting him angry messages. And he actually had not texted me anything aside from a single “Good night!” which I did not replied to.

I broke up with him the following day, told him that we really should go back to just being friends. He didn’t want to at first, saying that all he needed was time to get used to “it.” He also said sorry that he wasn’t able to equal the love that I was giving him.

But of the 7 days that we were boyfriends, I missed my being single – actually, being single and carefree. I hated the fact that I was again waiting for someone’s text, and being paranoid everytime he would text late. I hated the fact that I needed to match my schedule with someone else before I could even watch a movie. And I’m sure the list would go longer had our relationship lasted longer.

Perhaps I, myself, wasn’t ready for a teenage boyfriend. Being single for so long made it quite impossible for me to bear his indifference and to wait for him to “adjust” to the situation.

I love Al. I know he loves me, too. But I guess being boyfriends wouldn’t do for now. Perhaps later, when he’s more matured, and quite know what a homosexual relationship is really all about.

We’re good friends now, though. Especially after he has broken up with his girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean he’s single now. After a week of breaking up with Mae, Al is now back in his ex-gf’s arms. Someone named Angie. Already met her before I even had a crush on him.

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