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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.