The BFF

"Are you sure about this?" Sebastian asked me, as I was sipping my tea.

We were in Coffeebean in Greenbelt 5; the place was packed with PLU's even though it was already close to 2am.

Most of them were staring at Sebastian and me. I couldn't blame them.

"Of course I'm not sure, Sebastian," I retorted, "Do you think I'm a 100% confident everything will go according to my plans? I'm not even sure I'll be placed in the same account as Peter. Perish forbid the thought that I be placed in a different center from him."

Sebastian put down his coffee, "That's not what I'm asking Bobby. I want to know, are you sure you want to go through with this? Are you ready for whatever repercussions this entails?"

I looked outside the window; it was raining hard.

The last time I talked to Peter, it was raining just like this, I thought to myself, That's when he told me about...

I looked Sebastian in the eye, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Sebastian smiled, "Good. Shall we begin?"

He took out a laptop from his leather bag and opened it on the table.

"This is Peter's new boyfriend of 2 years," Sebastian said, showing me a Facebook profile of a handsome young man, about my age, tall, well-built, "His name is Adam."

I looked at Adam's picture. I couldn't talk.

"Are you okay?" asked Sebastian.

I wanted to say yes, I wanted to nod, but I was shocked.

"He... he looks..." was all I could say.

Sebastian nodded, "I know..."

He maximized the picture, making the obvious so much more... obvious.

"He looks just like you," Sebastian said.

Closer and closer, Peter, was all I could think.

Just do it

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Meet My Roomie

As I opened the door to my condo, I could hear Britney Spear's version of Lady Gaga's "Telephone" echoing from my housemate's bedroom.

I put down my bag on the brown leather sofa and crossed the living room, pausing awhile to knock on his door.

"Pasok!"

I opened the door and was not the least bit surprised to see my housemate, Xander, lying on his bed in his underwear. As always, I can't help but admire his toned physique, which he maintains through his efforts in an expensive gym, his membership of which is maintained by his two or three rich gay lovers.

He was rifling through an FHM magazine, not interested in the girls, but more on the sex articles.

He continued browsing thru the mag and wasn't looking at me when he asked, "How was work, honey?"
I plopped down next to him on the bed, as he inched closer to me, his naked torso serving as my pillow.

"I got in," was my simple answer.

He nuzzled my neck, teasing me delicately with his nose, "Of course you'd get in, with your credentials and all. You really should have applied for a higher position. Being an agent doesn't become you."

I was silent, my thoughts wrapped around the fact that I got in to Peter's company. That I was mere moments away from finally meeting him again, face to face.

Xander inserted his hand into the shirt I was wearing, rubbing my stomach lightly.

"A penis for your thoughts?" he asked, giving me a coy smile.

I gladly complied.

Welcome to 3C, bitches!

Before I could step away from the mirror, someone entered the bathroom.

Hmmm, tasty, I thought to myself, as I gazed at the guy's reflection on the mirror.

Ngumiti siya sa akin, at dumiretso sa urinal sa may bandang tagiliran ng salamin.

Binuksan ang zipper at sinimulang umihi.

He was tall, fair-skinned, medyo chinito. Habang umiihi siya, halos isang dangkal ang layo niya from the urinal.

I could see his dick. I could see him looking at me looking at his dick.

I smiled at him. Groped myself for a second, showing him the outline of my dick through my pants.

And went out. Another time, another place.

Sino Si Bobby Barbecho?

"So your full name is Bobby Barbecho?" asked the HR lady, who seemed nice enough, ayaw nga lang ngumiti. Parang bawal na ngumiti. Hindi naman siya mukhang mataray. Mukha lang siyan pagod na sa trabaho.

"Yes, ma'm," ang matipid kong sagot. Malamig ang maliit niyang kuwarto.

"Tell me, Mr. Barbecho, why did you choose our call center as your first job?" asked Miss HR, fixing the glasses on her nose.

Tumikhim ako bago sumagot, "You're the best, we all know that, and I'll be honest, you guys give the highest salary so far for entry level jobs."

I lied. Hindi yun ang dahilan ko. Pero hindi ko pa kering sabihin sa inyo kung bakit ako nag-apply sa call center na ito na tawagin na lang nating "Creekside Call Center", or "3C".

Marami pang tinanong si Miss HR, pero pansin ko, panay ang baling ng tingin niya sa masikip kong pantalon, sa may crotch area. Bumukaka pa ako lalo, isang pilyong ngiti pa ang idinagdag ko.

Miss HR nodded, put down the papers she was holding, and looked me straight in the eye, "You seem like a nice, bright boy. I'm sure 3C will benefit from your performance, and you, from our incentive plans."

I smiled. She smiled.

We shook hands.

"Welcome to 3C, Mr. Barbecho," she said as she stood up, still holding my hand.

I smiled more widely, grasped her hand with both hands tightly, giving her a nice view of my biceps.

"Call me Bobby," I said. She blushed.

"Kung alam mo lang, bruha ka", sa isip-isip ko.

Lumabas ako ng opisina niya, I could feel her eyes visually licking my toned ass-cheeks.

Nagpunta ako sa bathroom at tumapat sa salamin.

"Phase one: complete," sabi ko sa sarili ko, habang nakakatitig sa sarili ko.

"Ready or not, here I come, Peter."