tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64713401394653054402024-03-13T22:26:47.577+08:00Confessions of a BoytoyNo, you don't know me.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-45316996679227872012-09-05T02:12:00.000+08:002012-09-05T02:12:08.767+08:00Tides Encounter 7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok so a couple of weeks ago right around when the typhoon hit Manila I got so bored 1 night and called up some friends of mine to get a drink. They lived in QC so being the one who wanted to go get a drink I had to traverse to their area. It was a bit late already and the only place we could find that was open was this place called Tides - and hell it was PACKED! The crowd was a bit jologs but who cares, I like ers and I wanted to drink. It felt like drinking in your garden but only with strangers less than a foot beside you.<br />
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We got brought to our table and lo and behold I was seated right across this table with a lone guy drinking a bucket of beer by himself. Moreno, skinhead and had an earring. I would say he was a 7 out of 10 in the looks department. He looked pretty straight - lose cargo shorts, ugly shoes and an ill fitted sport shirt. He seemed really troubled to the point that I overheard the waiter ask him if he was alright. During the latter part of the night, probably after finishing the bucket all by himself, I caught him glancing at me a few times and finally when I looked at him, he gave me a half smile. I stood up, passed by his table towards the toilet and I saw him follow. I went to the wash area 1st but there was this fugly kid who was trying to make pa-cute. I saw him go to the urinal and I went to the one beside his. I brought out my phone, put it in the keypad and casually told him - can you hold my phone while I take a leak - while showing him the dial pad? He was smart enough or sober enough to input his number.<br />
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We go back to our respective tables and I start texting him. I told him to meet me outside when we leave. We met up where I was parked and I asked him if he was ok - and he said that he was just pissed off at his dad. Whatever I honestly don't care - I asked cause I was just making conversation. I bring him home and when we stripped down - I had a pleasant surprise. He was quite endowed - I would say a 7, to match his looks. It was mostly a blur as I had one drink too many as well. What I remember was that he wanted me to give him 'kiss marks' all over his body- his neck, chest and every where else possible.<br />
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Next day, I didn't send an SMS and neither did he.<br />
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I get a call the following day at 1:30 in the morning from him - which really pissed me off. He kept on calling and I thought that this might be an emergency hence I picked up - it wasn't him and the guy on the other end started yelling - 'so what do you think about my bf? Masarap ba? Ha?' I was so sleepy the only thing I was able to say was - ' go ask your fucking bf and tell me about it.' If could only rewind it I would have said - 'he's alright'.<br />
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I realized that I was just used - and that he (I actually have no idea what his name is) wanted me to give him those kiss marks so his bf could see them. Shame on him for using me. Hehe<br />
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<br />icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-42051307910297893962012-09-05T01:37:00.001+08:002012-09-05T01:37:38.698+08:00Ted not from Titanic<br />
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I met Ted early this year - moreno, about 5'7, has a pretty nice built, not super good looking, eloquent and a good guy over all.<br />
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He works in a cruise line and the time I met him, he had only about less than a month before he goes onboard again. Those last few weeks we would exchange SMS constantly - our messages would actually be borderline sweet almost. We met up every Friday before he left for a good fuck. When he left he promised me that he would not get fucked by anyone and that he would 'reserve' his ass for me until he comes back again.<br />
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He came back about a month ago and we met up last week. I dunno but I wasn't excited anymore in seeing him. Imagine it took me almost month before I was able to set time for him. He wanted to have dinner or drinks but I said I can't and that we can meet after dinner and just check in.<br />
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We finally met up at around 10:30 pm and went straight to the motel. I can't say I wasn't excited cause my cock was as hard the moment we started making out but I wasn't exactly feeling him so much either. He couldn't get himself hard even when I gave him head. I decided to just fuck him. I told him that he might be 'more bottom' already and that he might get hard when I fuck him - he brought out the condom and his lube - it was in this deo looking bottle and was half empty - different from the one we used before that was in a tube - I used to fuck him missionary style before but this time I decided to fuck him 'over, side ways, and under' - still engaged even when I would flip or turn him around. When I was fucking him doggie style I reached out for his dick and it was hard already. I pumped a few more minutes until I flipped him to his front again and was fucking him missionary while my sweat was dripping all over him until we both came together.<br />
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After that I realized one thing for sure - that he didn't exactly 'reserve' his ass for me based on the lube that he brought. <br />
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I did miss him somehow but more on a platonic level and to make things easier and I guess be more transparent with my intentions - I told him to invite me for a threesome if he gets to meet someone hot in his future meet ups while he's here on vacation. Ted just gave me a knowing smile as if to know what I was trying to say.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-68985261003389155822012-08-12T23:05:00.003+08:002012-08-12T23:09:19.282+08:00Guilty as Charged.Papi's wife read my text and it was a bunch of icons with kisses and asking how he was. Although he changed my name to a girl's name, she obviously got devastated and went ballistic. She was very physical and was shouting at him. She hit him with a golf club and scratched his face with her nails. Their kids heard that they were fighting and they were crying.<br />
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I cannot put into words how I am exactly feeling now. So much emotions and thoughts going through my head. <br />
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I am feeling so guilty. Not just because she read my text but guilty because I am the third party.<br />
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Is all this worth it?<br />
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I know he needs me specially at this time and the last thing I want to happen is that they separate or get a divorce - I am just drowning with guilt.<br />
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I am a home wrecker.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-4290029015493986272012-08-03T23:05:00.001+08:002012-08-03T23:05:10.963+08:00Who am I?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was the kid that the guidance counselor always called for recess cause she thought I was the cutest.<br />
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I got invited to all the soirees and 'surprisingly' was always in the closet (no pun intended) for 7 minutes in heaven.<br />
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I was the HS prom king.<br />
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I was the guy you secretly wanted to befriend in college cause I drove the nicest cars in school with the pop kids in tow.<br />
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I am the poor little rich kid who didn't know what to do when daddy used up my trust fund.<br />
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I am the luckiest boytoy who never knew what being poor means.<br />
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I am the guy who you love to hate.<br />
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<br />icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-88474541944375045402012-07-14T21:15:00.000+08:002012-07-14T21:23:32.086+08:00Paris 2012Papi and I actually just got back from Paris. It was a short but awesome trip. Something like a long delayed honeymoon. hehe We were supposed to stay at the George V of Four Seasons but to my surprise, it was fully booked! So we decided to stay in Shangri-la instead - the location was not the greatest as I normally would prefer staying near Avenue Montaigne but to our amazement - the hotel was super gorgeous. Apparently the hotel was an old palace of one of Napoleon's nephew. It was worth the inconvenience of the location in terms of going around the city - although looking out our window one can see the Eiffel Tower.<br />
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It was actually really nice enjoying Paris with Papi. We sometimes held hands when walking along the streets. :)<br />
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I didn't shop much as I'm not really an Hermes or LV guy but I just got a luggage - decided on a small Rimowa - cabin size for Business Class. Gosh, it just means I cannot be poor. Again. Hehe Papi got a big sized Rimowa. Matching matching hehe Funny or awkward (how you wanna look at it) because we went to pick up the Birkin of Papi's wifey. I was thinking to myself if I were a regular mistress (a girl) I would've freaked out and went ballistic already haha<br />
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What we mostly did was eat. More of a gastronomic trip than anything else. Both of us has been to Paris before a couple of times albeit separately so we just went to visit our favorite sites and just bask and enjoy the city.<br />
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I love gay Paris!<br />
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I had the scare of my life yesterday. <br />
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It happened when I went in the sauna after working out in Fitness, as I was doing my usual stretching - I felt that someone was looking and when I looked at the guy beside, me I seriously got scared - I saw a pair of goggly eyes staring at me and he looked like a monkey. He was so dark and pardon me for my language, was ugly. I almost never use the word 'ugly' but gosh, he really was. After the initial shock I actually kinda pitied him. (Which I guess is worse?) He didn't look like he works out - most probably just goes to the gym to hang in the wet floors. He had unstylish hair - like a monkey's.<br />
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Oh well.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-34371889340113750102012-07-08T14:31:00.000+08:002012-07-08T15:57:37.591+08:00Cirque Du SoleilI met Rolly a long time ago, he used to be a PT in Fitness First in the Middle East. Rolly is a bit short- about 5'5, fair, with a super hot bod. Face wise he isn't exactly my type as he is the cutie boy next door kind. We didn't do much when we 1st met as he was top BUT small. It was just a few months ago that I bumped into him at the mall when we started texting again. Apparently he turned bottom a few years back.<br />
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We fixed our scheds and decided to hook up. His body was much better now than before. His chest was bigger and his back was really wide and he had chiseled abs. One nice thing about him as well was his skin - it was even toned all over - down to his ass. Rimming him was so yummy. I position him on his back and raise his legs then I tongue fucked him and he was moaning like hell. I dunno what came to me but I pushed his legs further back and his dick reached his face - he started licking and sucking his own dick while I kept on eating his ass. That was so intense and hot!<br />
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I never knew Rolly was that flexible - I start fucking him in every imaginable position -over sideways and under - until we both cum together.<br />
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Although I just have to say even though he isn't exactly my type, he ranks high up there in my best fuck list!<br />
<br />icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-14684455346767887222012-07-08T04:14:00.000+08:002012-07-08T13:31:13.090+08:00PapiI realized that I really love Papi for whatever reason it may be. I am truly happy when I am with him. He is kind, powerful, well connected, rich and generous. Really generous. <br />
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Yes, I am used to my old life where everything was handed over to me on a silver plate. Where work was just a 'hobby' and needn't be taken seriously. Where a credit limit in your card was unheard of. He gives me everything that I lost. And then some.<br />
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It's funny how one can love someone even more as time passes by. I dunno if its (non ending) learning to love the person or maybe just realizing how much of a great person one is.<br />
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I love him but I'm just fucking horny as hell still. <br />
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*haha I found a draft of an entry last year :<br />
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'I am actually sick of Papi's whining already. I want it quits. I just don't know how. I have known him for more than 2 years already and…'<br />
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What a difference from how I feel and think now! haha!icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-10508533231358448432012-07-07T02:57:00.000+08:002012-07-08T03:46:02.237+08:00I'm Back(la)!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow I can't believe its been almost exactly a year since I last blogged. If not for <a href="http://mcvie5.blogspot.com/">Mcvie</a> I wouldn't even remember I had a blog.
So if you care to know what happened to me the past year, but I don't care if you don't cause this is my blog anyway, I have to say- so much has happened. So much has changed yet I feel like I still am the same man.
For one, I tried getting into showbiz - but just yesterday, deep, deep in my heart I realized (with the help of Papi - but more about him later) that it wasn't the career path I want to take. I came out in a few magazines, a few tv commercials and it was just those few instances - not even mainstream - that I already got blogged about in sites 'outing' me.<br />
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Did it bother me? Yes. Was I affected? No.<br />
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Just last night I got a call from this studio guy offering me a role for one of the teleseryes. Albeit an extra role, it was still a role with multiple episodes. I told him to give me an hour to think about it. Until God gave me a sign... As I was going up the escalator in Power Plant, I was behind the group of Will Devaughn, Andy Smith and Jacq Yu. Who you say? Exactly my point. They have been trying to break in the industry and may have achieved a little bit of fame but I highly doubt they reached their goal. They actually ehrm excuse my language but they looked jologs or cheap. What was more pathetic was Will Devaughn pranked his friends by stopping the escalator - while other people were still there including myself. What an annoying ass. I realized I didn't want to be associated with them and right there and then I called the station guy to politely decline.<br />
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He said that this was a role where Jake Cuenca started from (and coincidentally, I saw Jake Cuenca as well after the escalator incident) and that people would kill just to get a chance to be on TV. I guess for me there were too many cons that outweigh the pros. And getting in showbiz takes a different kind of animal. Its an industry where you REALLY REALLY wanna be an artista to be in and that you'd do ANYTHING to be famous.<br />
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Besides, I'm not exactly 16 years old. There is a pecking order with the artistas. Even in TV commercials there is hierarchy already for lead, support extra etc- what more in showbiz?<br />
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Another reason as well is that Papi was not too excited about it. He was flattered that I was offered a role but he said that assuming I do become successful, my (and probably his) private life would be in jeopardy and we wouldn't be able to do what we normally can do. Although he did say that if I really want it I should go for it and he will support me a hundred percent and will even make sure that I become famous as he owns shares in some media companies.
So that my fans, is the end of my non-existent showbiz career that never even started.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-60021785659865220152011-07-10T01:18:00.002+08:002011-07-10T01:20:35.915+08:00CousinsI can't believe I didn't blog about my 'fling' with the cousins... I was going through my blog and realized I never talked about it. Damn.<br /><br />Will do so specially now that I found out one of them blocked me in facebook. lolicarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-45540152889586081052011-07-09T21:36:00.003+08:002011-07-09T21:55:06.985+08:00PrinceI met Prince in an orgy that I went to- it was my 3rd time and he said it was his 1st- and I believe him. He was actually shaking in fear (or excitement?) when we started making out. He was cute, fair and chunky and had braces on. His shaking was actually endearing which I really found cute. Most of the time it was us doing it except for some moments that I had to go around and not be rude by being with just 1 guy. We came at the same time by jacking off.<br /><br />I left early and when I was in the parking area about to leave- I saw him walking towards my direction. I gave him a nod when I passed by him and he acknowledged and made a sign like he was texting. I opened my window and he asked for my number.<br /><br />We exchanged messages the next day but apparently we weren't looking for the same thing- I was looking for NSA fun while he was looking for a bf. I was clear from the beginning and it actually came out of his mouth that I just want him as a fuck buddy. We met up a few more times- me for sex and him for a chat or a drink. What was weird though was that whenever I'd fuck him the last few times we did it, he didn't cum anymore. He said it was because he jacked off already. All good for me at least I didn't have to pleasure him anymore. This lasted a good 2 months until I guess he just couldn't take it in him and he said that its best if we don't see each other anymore as he's falling for me already. Not sure if its just an excuse or maybe he's already outgrown me too.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-70883206995976695232011-07-05T16:55:00.001+08:002011-07-05T16:58:11.656+08:00Lost Lube<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_pTZ-xBsyw/ThLRe354hxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kk-5ZeQgL4Y/s1600/lost-puppy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_pTZ-xBsyw/ThLRe354hxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kk-5ZeQgL4Y/s200/lost-puppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625789212872181522" /></a><br /><br />I had sex with this ex-body builder guy last Sunday who now looks like a bouncer. As we finished, he stood up and I saw the packet of used lube get stuck on his ass and I couldn't help but remember the cartoon I saw before. Hehe.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-30231867565915274682011-06-23T13:32:00.003+08:002011-06-23T13:39:56.487+08:00CondomsPapi asked me if I wanted an apartment in One Rockwell- 1 bedroom 80 sqm with a balcony and a parking slot for around Php 12M. <br /><br />I said no. <br /><br />Shocker, right?<br /><br />'di ako magpapatalo kay Jinkee no! kidding. :)<br /><br /><br />Oh well, I guess I still have my values intact. Lol.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-29250091191862048412011-06-23T13:27:00.003+08:002011-06-23T13:32:13.255+08:00Shopping Spree<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnRxymODUfM/TgLPz25PigI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wtQAxS7pUHg/s1600/article-0-0B626ABC00000578-390_964x597.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnRxymODUfM/TgLPz25PigI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wtQAxS7pUHg/s200/article-0-0B626ABC00000578-390_964x597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621283774727686658" /></a><br />Hey faggots. Just got back from a super luxe trip to HK. Business Class flight, stayed at the Ritz, eating in Michelin starred restos and unlimited shopping! All courtesy of Papi.<br /><br />Oh and a Thank you wallet from Bottega from me to him. ;)<br /><br />I love living life (large)!icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-60305018080907301982011-05-30T14:39:00.003+08:002011-05-30T14:49:41.220+08:00Being RichIs being rich the same as say, being kind or nice or being hot? <br /><br />Why is it taboo to say that you love a person because he is rich? Would it be the same if someone says he loves the guy because he is hot? I guess the latter may sound shallow but not as bad sounding as saying that you love the guy because he is rich.<br /><br />Isn't being rich something you can work on too like being nice? Like if you were 'bad' before and you changed for the better by whatever retreat or religion you joined and now you are 'nice'? Same as having a hot bod- you can workout and from being fat or scrawny turn into a David. AND, what is more similar is that there are no guarantees- you can work your ass off and still be poor, just like some people can join retreats everyday or be devout Christians and still be bad. <br /><br />So what is wrong with falling in love or being in love with someone because he is rich?<br /><br />Nothing. I love Papi because he is RICH- filthy rich.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-3406419995003819342011-05-23T09:59:00.004+08:002011-05-23T10:08:40.523+08:00EpilepsyI wonder if the 'losing control' of oneself when cumming equates to the level of intensity how one feels. I have experienced guys just moaning when cumming to guys who literally curl up like a ball and back while cursing at me. (I hope that's a good sign)<br /><br />If it does then I envy the guy who looks like he has an epilepsy attack when he cums.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-80161574840080251452011-03-04T21:00:00.007+08:002011-03-04T21:53:21.128+08:00Poor People<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t112eNqaeW8/TXDkot1-LOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/slizcRQVf5w/s1600/jollibee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t112eNqaeW8/TXDkot1-LOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/slizcRQVf5w/s200/jollibee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580211326463913186" /></a><br />I was in Jollibee the other day getting my cheap lunch for my cheap self. I observed that there was no single good looking person in the joint. No guy nor girl. Is Jolibee super masa that its so rare to see a beautiful face?<br /><br />Which led me to <strike>conclude</strike> think that poor = ugly? I guess we have to exempt the artistas as they're exceptions to the rule given that they're mostly half breeds or just <i>fuckin lucky</i>. If you go around Republiq or some other more upscale places, you'd definitely see quite a handful of at least good looking people.<br /><br />fish balls = ugly genes?<br />foie gras - beauty genes?<br /><br />Gosh... now that I'm poor I hope I don't turn ugly.<br /><br />Thank god I'm <i>fuckin lucky</i>. heheicarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-34482028812536332592010-11-04T02:53:00.004+08:002010-11-04T03:05:12.160+08:00Torn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TNGySuEVSuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sqg-Mk-Yv5s/s1600/natalie_imbruglia-torn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TNGySuEVSuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sqg-Mk-Yv5s/s200/natalie_imbruglia-torn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535401451688643298" /></a><br /><br />*cue Natalie Imbruglia 'Torn" song"<br /><br />I am so fucking torn.<br /><br />I just got home from a night out with the guy I like.<br /><br />I love Papi... well I think I do... I know he loves me very much. And he just told me that he would get me the fucking $12,000 Panerai watch that i liiiiiikey. In H.K.... Maybe it's not love but guilt? Maybe it's my need for unnecessary luxury.<br /><br />I hate this feeling.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-33062946153903829402010-10-27T13:36:00.000+08:002010-10-31T14:17:48.704+08:00First Move<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TM0IuwwAWSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TM7DOzDU4Fs/s1600/chess.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TM0IuwwAWSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TM7DOzDU4Fs/s200/chess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534089116561463586" /></a><br />Rules in making the 1st move.<br /><br />Are there any unwritten rules on who should make the 1st move in a meet up? Obviously if you don’t like the guy then there’s nothing to talk about.<br />Should it be the older guy who should make the 1st move?<br /><br />Or should it be the hotter guy who makes the 1st move as the other less hot guy might have 2nd thoughts in doing so thinking he’s not worthy?<br /><br />Or should it be the less hot guy who makes the 1st move as he would have less to lose compared to the hotter guy who as more to lose if he gets rejected?<br /><br />Why do I think that sometimes guys are more complicated than girls? :p<br /><br /><br />*art cred by http://mikeocasio.blogspot.com/icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-43357746695582041242010-10-25T23:25:00.000+08:002010-10-31T13:32:02.376+08:00Don Revisited<a href="http://icarusboytoy.blogspot.com/2010/07/hitting-2-birds-with-1-stone.html">Don</a> works in a hi-end department store as a manager. He’s not exactly good looking but you can classify him as more than average. He has this geeky look, which in a way is endearing. He’s a bit lean but one can see that he works out as he has abs.<br />Last Saturday was the third time that we had sex since I met him around 6 months ago. He was, as usual, pretty darn good in bed. <br /><br />We have this relationship wherein we just text each other when we’re horny and when our scheds permit, we meet up and do it.<br />He came over at almost 2am already- both of us came from night outs. As soon as we enter my room we kiss for the longest time. He moves his tongue gently from my lips to my neck and my ear. While the whole time he’s playing with my nipples. He goes down on my chest and nibbles my nips. He starts licking my balls and shaft. He sucks me and simultaneously jacks me off. I bring his head up and I pin him down- his hands behind his head. I start to kiss and lick his underarms. I start stroking his dick. Incidentally, it’s actually pretty long. I can even say that it’s longer than mine. I start sucking him and he starts moaning. I bring up his legs to lick his glory hole. I French kiss his ass and he starts jacking himself.<br />I flip him over and start stroking my cock against his ass. I gently slip my cock inside him. I move my hips slowly in a rhythmic motion. I bring up his ass until he’s on fours, doggie style. I start fucking him again until I am near. I stop and then and I lie on my back to rest. He brings up my legs victory style and start entering me. He starts pumping and I am just so turned on looking at his body moving back and forth. He stops too when he’s about to come. I fuck him again; victory style too until I explode on his neatly trimmed chest.<br /><br />There are just some guys that are good in bed. And he’s definitely one of them.<br /><br />* I always fuck with a condom on. Took it out before cumming on his chest. Safe sex boys!icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-63259769933509371462010-10-11T01:54:00.003+08:002010-10-11T18:52:57.549+08:00Krissy, istachew?My friend told me that love and career do not mix. Apparently, I am a living, breathing, walking example of that. Oh and Kris Aquino too. Hehe<br /><br />I have been receiving a lot of opportunities for my supposed new 'career'.<br /><br />Wish me luck boys and gays. November is the month! I hope everything goes well for me!icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-19038858701051421582010-10-09T23:31:00.002+08:002010-10-11T01:43:59.466+08:00I Hate Him x 3!!!I went to Fitness First in *** to workout that Saturday which is not where I normally go. As I walked to the floor I saw this really hot guy working out- he was a bit short, around 5'6, chinito, fair and his body was soooper gorgeous. Just the right bulk and really chiseled. I didn't really look at him 'cause I was thinking he was probably straight as he didn't even look at me. After my routine I hit the showers and when I went to my locker I see him there changing- lo and behold our lockers were beside each other! I look at him and i caught him looking at me too! OMG his skin is super smooth and normally, I don't like fair chinito guys but he is just so hot!!! We stare eye to eye for around 5 seconds and look away. This happened around four times and on the fourth time, he smiled and I smiled back. Nobody said anything but I really felt the tension... he leaves and he comes back but there was a guard and he just pretends to check his locker if he left something.<br /><br />I go to the same branch the week after- same day and same time... I see him again in the floor and again, he doesn't look at me. Our lockers were beside each other but this time, he didn't look at me even for a mere second... WTF right?!?!? Is it because he was wearing a bench sando and I was in a burberry sando? Was it because I was wearing my Prada flip flops and he was wearing Spartan flip flops?!?!<br /><br />I went again today but this time I was determined... I see him again on the floor and I start a conversation with him... asked him about his workout and he just answered as a matter of fact-ly. No smile, no extra talk, nothing. What the hell is wrong I ask myself. I go on with my business and see him take a call. Right after the call he rushes to the lockers and gets out quickly. I take my sweet time as I figured he wasn't there anymore and apparently when I went out of the gym after 30 minutes, he was still outside waiting. Waiting probably for the person who called him. Hmph.<br /><br />I soo hate him. I hope to see him next Saturday again though. :)icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-31993125129607346322010-09-05T16:19:00.003+08:002010-09-05T16:28:54.879+08:00Turning Lesbo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TINUwJN5gcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VCs8-LXV_1k/s1600/lesbian+you-too-can-be-a-lesbian-posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TINUwJN5gcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VCs8-LXV_1k/s200/lesbian+you-too-can-be-a-lesbian-posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513343554916286914" /></a><br />I had a discussion with some friends and I was saying that it's so hard to be gay. Not that I haven't come to terms about my sexuality but do we have a choice to be like this? Is it in our DNA that we like guys? Is there a choice for us not to be gay? I am actually afraid of being old and lonely. I guess this is what most gay people feel or at least have come across at one point or the other.<br /><br />Obviously its going to be a challenge to get married and remain faithful and not to stray but isn't it just the same with straight guys? I mean the temptation is there for them to fool around with other girls. Ain't it just the same? It's always an effort to remain faithful be it that if you're in a hetero or homo relationship.<br /><br />Is there a difference between being straight and faithful vs being gay in a straight relationship and be faithful too?<br /><br />Just a thought...icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-13093477479021298142010-09-05T15:21:00.004+08:002010-09-05T16:35:14.555+08:00Going Crazy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TINQtGQLWcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aaIXrbOHUPs/s1600/Madonna-Crazy-For-You-3571.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxugKr64jhk/TINQtGQLWcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aaIXrbOHUPs/s200/Madonna-Crazy-For-You-3571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513339104534419906" /></a><br />GAWD, I just had to get out of the house now. I think I am going crazy (I'm gay, I can be OA).<br /><br />I feel bad, really. <br /><br />Sad that I had to let go of someone who doesn't value me. Someone who was leading me on.<br /><br />Sad that I don't see the purpose of my life. Yet. I work my ass off then what? Maybe because this stems from the fact that I didn't have to work before. Lol.<br /><br />I think I'm gunna be ok. I just had to get out of the house.<br /><br /><br />Or maybe I just need more sex.icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471340139465305440.post-59733188816196091862010-08-19T17:05:00.001+08:002010-08-19T17:05:22.867+08:00Trophy BoytoyI hate this feeling. Papi wants me to join him for a dinner in L'Opera tonight for a meeting with his investment banker from Hk. I feel like a trophy boytoy. Ugh. I said I had a meeting but he said even just for 15 min. Duh. <br /><br />I guess I just have to do my duties. Sigh. icarusboytoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07633768148167362845noreply@blogger.com2