Age Does Not Matter, But My Preference Does

I just previously blogged about these two guys who I am in contact with. One's a power bottom and the other one's a daddy top. I mentioned that "dad" and I would meet this week, well we did just. So I have only seen him in the picture he sent me and on the computer via his webcam so I was really anxious and uncomfy on my way to meet him at a mall in Cavite. I do not know if I would really like to do it with him from the way he would look like in person, that he might be really be old-looking, or that he may act unnecessarily in public. I am very careful when I am with a person who knows this side of me in public. Meet-ups are not new to me though, I have had a little more than 25 now, but I still shiver if not overdo acting normal in public.

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Then there I was near the elevator waiting for someone to appear who would look like him. He said that he just went inside the mall and would approach me soon as he sees me when he called me and asked what I was wearing. In situations like this, obviously I would settle in an area with less people, so I stood and stayed uncomfortably near a closed ice cream kiosk facing the escalator. I had to look like I am waiting for my barkada to come and pick me up so we could enter the movie house together. I give people quick glances, but I know when guys stare at me and there are a lot who did just that even those who are with their girl companions. I am not exaggerating nor being self absorbed but I looked great that afternoon, my shirt gave me a chunky built and an edgy look, I have good height, and great skin complexion.

At the upper floor, still a little far from my vision I saw this guy in black and wearing shorts who looked at me and hurried up to the escalation going down, before he disappeared from my vision, he gave small little wave which I think meant "hi, it's me, I'm coming down for you, wait". After a few seconds the same guy was coming down the escalator still hurrying up, rushed to approach me, and said "ang tagal ng byahe, nakakapagod" and I just gave him a smirk, then a meaningless smile. Yes, I was disappointed. My fantasies of a "daddy" flushed out in the toilet just like my piss in the mall restroom a while ago. His body clearly shows how old he is, I thought it would have some mass and a little tone. His loosing his hair, though his white hair is not visible, its is observable and it is starting from the top. He has diastema and I noticed it when he smiled, not that it is a bad thing, but it did not go well with his look, it made him looked a little more older. I was seeing an unmarried man with a small store just outside my elementary school where I used to buy cheap toys that my mom did not want me to spend for. He does look and act very manly, both of us does, but in a daddy-and-son-came-to-the-mall-to-buy-a-new-washing-machine-for-mommy kind of way. I know that he came all the way from Marikina just to meet me there, he must be looking forward to being satisfied, I cannot tell him to go back where he came from right there, I am not evil, so I just thought that I will just let lust, if there would be, take over later. I would say that everything that happened from there is because I am a courteous man and a man of my words.

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I returned home with him after an almost two-hour trip. I was glad that its already getting a little dark so that the people around would not see me with clairvoyance. We already had a little talk on our way back and I would say that he is really horny, he wants us to be seated together in a barely occupied bus, he wants to wrap his arms around me, and he so close to my ear, I was feeling absolutely horrible. I just wanted the day to end, in fact I already asking him to leave early in the morning tomorrow to catch the first bus back to the metro. We ate in our house, as usual my mom and my two younger siblings are still in the living room watching tv, I told him we would have to wait outside until my mom goes up to her room to sleep. And we waited, we talked and I found out that he was a videographer before and was used to be part of now defunct rock magazine publishing company, has worked with people from music to politics, and has so much sentiments. He touched my nipples and caressed my chest with every chance he gets before we finally stepped into my bedroom, it felt good and the things we did to each other but I was not really into it that I would want more. He was not able to enter, I acted like I was really tired and not turned on. It was like four in the morning and I asked him to get dressed up so that I could walk him to the bus terminal. I was cold with him the whole time but I can't lie to myself, my disinterest did really show. So he was to catch the bus and I went back home. I texted him to make sure that he was able to get back home safely but from there, I will become like fog in his life, slowly fading away as the sun shows up in the morning.