Reunion

High School Volleyball Reunion

A week before Holy Week, I accidentally met Berns near the tricycle terminal in Alabang. Berns, just like Misyu, was one of my bestfriends in highschool. I invited him to the Salon to talk about old times. After several giggles while reminiscing our crazy days, he asked permission to leave but promised to return after Holy Week. He was in town to finish his Masters at DLSU. He graduated magna cum laude with a degree on BS Chemical Engineering from Central Philippine University in Iloilo.

When we met again after Holy Week, we invited Misyu to join us. Misyu has resigned from St. Benilde and is currently working as an Associate Producer of one of GMA-7 new shows. Again, we shared laughter on various memories that we were able to unearth. We were dormers in our high school so we shared almost the same experiences, the hunger during weekends, the cramming during exams, the long nights of talking and game playing, etc.

We exchanged with each other, mobile numbers that we have of our batchmates that we were closed to in highschool. Berns decided to text them for another get together.

During the following days, we met:

Em, a dormer in high school, now a medical doctor at UP-PGH, single; Andrew, dormer, now a researcher at PNRI, single; Wen, dormer, now a teacher of Physics at UP Diliman,single; Wan, dormer, now a successful publisher of penile enlargement magazine, and said to be living-in with someone; and Oliver, an extern, now a medical doctor who teaches at UST, married.

We played volleyball last Monday night at Doc Em's church in Kamuning. We lost, 4-1. The skills of my batch mates who used to be members of our school's volleyball varsity were rusty. We consoled ourselves afterwards with gossips about our other batch mates and stories of our glory days over steak at a nearby turu-turo. Oliver, who Berns, MisYu, and I met accidentally at the MRT GMA-Kamuning bridge, left earlier.

Two days after, five of us went to our high school campus and played volleyball with our school's team. We played on the same court that we used to stay hours on playing after classes and during weekends till the sunlight faded on the horizon. We beat the school's team 3-0.


Volleyball by the dorm, 28 April 2004

We roamed the campus afterwards and realized how small it is. We used to view our school as this huge intimadating pillar of learning. And we were there, inspecting the gymnasium with its new Olympic-sized pool, its basketball court, and various rooms on different sporting activities.

As we were wandering around, sharing stories and laughter, i wondered how little has changed among us and in each of us. Until now, only my sexuality is out there in the open. Theirs, although i know that two of them had relationships before with the same sex, remain undisclosed.

We still act like high school kids. Game at almost everything, playing the field of experience with spikes and digs, but afraid on serving the rules of our heart.

Too close for comfort

The Salon was already closed for the day when JS entered Saturday night in the pretense of having his hair trimmed. In retrospect, I realized that he went into the Salon even if Wilma and I were outside, because he wanted sex.

Joan trimmed JS's hair fast. We did not turn on the aircon for him. I suggested that he should wash his body of hair when Joan finished. He entered the comfort room at the back of the Salon and requested for a towel.

While i was getting the towel, I noticed that he did not close the door of the CR completely. His clothes were hanged outside the door and not inside the CR.

He was already wetting his body when i knocked to give him the towel. He opened the door. He was naked.

I feigned surprise. "It's okay, " he said. He asked me if I wanted to join him.

I glanced at Wilma's direction who was just outside the Salon, smoking. I took off my shoes and entered the CR.

JS pulled me closer so that he can kiss me. I gestured that he should wait. I took off my clothes in a hurry and plunged.

We kissed. We groped. We slammed into each other while the water was continually running.

He started using one of his fingers to insinuate what he wanted from me. I could not decide immediately if i should let him. But he was already pushing himself in while smothering me with his lips. I tried stopping him until he relented.

It was back to kissing, groping, slamming. His finger started acting out again. I was telling myself that it was not the proper way of doing it. But I was really enjoying myself. Finally, I gave in.

I turned around, positioned myself, and coaxed him to do it already. I braced myself for pain.

But the cramped room and the unreliable temperature started to take its toll on our bodies. He wilted slowly and could not push it perfectly inside. After several unsuccesful attempts, I turned off the lights. My body's so hot I cried for release.

He sat on the bowl while I kneeled in front of him. I put him back into his fighting stance, licking, sucking, blowing, until he was about to explode. I let go of him and he was off.

I stood up, turned on the light, and washed ourselves.

Wilma was grinning when I came out of the comfort room.

Skin

While traversing EDSA on my way to the office inside the MRT, i suddenly missed one thing that defines my kind of life. I am missing the feel of skin being rubbed on my skin. In other words, I miss having the kind of sex that i enjoy doing. Not the usual blow jobs nor the hurried pounding of hands. What I miss is the sweet smell of sweat. I miss the heat, the urgency.

Maybe I miss love. It is because I think that sex is best if accompanied by love. Feels like rapture. The two of you naked, in heat, nurturing the other's body.

I have not been actively seeking a partner for this kind of sex. With my current mental situation, i believe that it is time again to find one.

Pieces of April

1. Start of work has been moved to May 1, 2004. Grrr! I am hungry guys. The funding agency has several requirements before giving the go signal for us to start working for real.

2. BPI has answered my complaint through a letter. Their words:

"--- CBG_Customer_Care_Department/BPI@bpi.com.ph wrote:

MR. _____
E-mail : _____@INTERNET

Dear Mr. _____,

We reply to your e-mail regarding the service charge deductions from your BPI Multi-Earner Account at our BPI SM Megamall Branch. Our Branch has explained to you that the service charges were debited from your account during the months when your Average Deposit Balance (ADB) fell below the required level. The required ADB for your type of account was increased from P10,000.00 to P25,000.00 effective January, 2003. We regret very much that you did not get to see any of our flyers/posters announcing this increase and whatever inconvenience this may have caused you.

We discussed this matter with our BPI SM Megamall Branch Manager, Mr. _____, and our Service Director for the Binondo/Caloocan/Ortigas Area to ensure that similar situations will be better handled in the future. Mr. ____, in fact, tried to contact you at your home and office to explain this matter, but his efforts have unfortunately been unsuccessful.

Thank you for bringing this matter to our attention. Your feedback gave us the chance to review certain procedures at the branch and to make corrective actions. We also regret to learn that you have closed your account. Thank you for banking with us and we hope you will give us the opportunity to redeem your trust in our service.

Should you have other concerns, please e-mail us at expressonline@bpi.com.ph to ensure that your message is routed to and acted upon by the proper unit in the Bank.

Very truly yours,

XXXXXXXXX
Customer Care Officer
Customer Care Department
Consumer Banking Group"

My answer:

From: xxx@yahoo.com
Sent: 4/14/2004 11:43:14 AM
To: expressonline@bpi.com.ph
Subject: Letter from Mr. _____

Mr. _____:

Thank you for your reply. I just have one thing to
point out, if Mr. _____ really wanted to contact
me on the matter, he should have called me at my
mobile number which i provided in my letter.

Sincerely yours,
xxxxxxxx
091_______

3. The Holy Week sojourn was nearly uneventful except for a last minute blowing of a much younger horn on Saturday night and a threat hurled at me by a former Salon employee through Wilma. Wilma warned that the bitch told him that i would be harmed if by chance he would see me walking in a dark alley, alone. Ursula promised me that he would talk some sense out of this bitch and maybe throw him in jail due to the threat.