My Classmate is a Bitch: Part 10

PAT, 3 weeks after

Suddenly it is morning. My eyes are still closed, pero alam mo yung nagiging pula yung paligid habang nakapikit ka?  I can sense the rays of sunlight going through the window of our room.  I can feel the increasing warmth of the morning. And I can hear him walking towards the bed.  His movement is tentative, as if he is afraid of waking me up from my slumber. He lies beside me. Unlike my cold skin, his is warm and soothing.

“Babe, gising na.”

I hope he made breakfast.

“I made breakfast.”

Of course he did.  I can always rely on him to do right thing.  Right, Migz?  He is the only constant thing in my chaotic, ever-changing world.  My equilibrium to this reality’s entropy. Ang kasiguraduhan sa gitna ng maraming kapusukan.  

Dinikit niya ang sarili niya sa akin. I can hear him breathe down my neck, and the effect is almost erotic: I am immediately hard.  My morning wood is poking through my shorts. He reaches over and massages my hard knob, and I let out a weak moan. Umunat ako at nilapit pa ang pwet ko sa kung ano mang tumutusok sa likod.

“Bacon and eggs.” My favorite. He stops breathing and for a moment, I thought he was gone.  The moment is fleeting, though, and I I feel some wetness on my neck. His lips, and then his tongue. Fuck, I’m hard even more.  

“And a warm sausage.” He starts rubbing his dick against my ass, and MY GOD IT FEELS GREAT. His foreplay is driving me wild. Sinubukan kong abutin ang pinakapaborito kong sausage sa lahat, but he’s ahead of me.  He pins me down on my stomach, and he humps me again with that hard dick of his. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he whispers.

He humps me and humps me, and his body moving and sliding against mine is making me tremble with delight and lust.  I can feel his hard cock through his boxers and my tight briefs.  God it feels so good. I wish I can get rid of those shorts.  I try to reach behind me and give his dick a gentle squeeze with my hands, but he slaps it off.

“Turn around and face me if you want it, babe,” he commands.  Tangina, ang bossy niya.  His dominance is irresistible. Nakakalibog. I am flushed with sexual anticipation, and I guess the breakfast can wait. My body is craving for something beyond foreplay.  It’s the weekend, and work is miles and miles away.  He is here now, he won’t leave me, and he will fuck me. That’s how I want my mornings now.  His dick up in my ass, his tongue sliding against mine, and there’s nothing else that matters except us two. Just us two.

I slowly turn around, and he lifts himself up to give me enough space to turn over. I extend my arms to reach up to his face and pull him down. Let me kiss you now, Migz. Fill me mouth with your tongue and your love and your assurance that everything will be alright.  Assure me that I can always count on you. I can, di ba Migz?

But he’s not here.  There’s no Migz on top of me, there’s no breakfast, and there are no kisses or breathy moans.  There’s also no assurance from him.  There’s no sweet voice telling me that I can always count on him.  There’s only me in this dark room.  

Walang bacon and eggs, walang matigas na burat na na nagha-hump sa pwet ko. Walang bumubulong na mahal nya ako. 

It’s only me on this bed, in this dark room.

MIGZ, on a Tuesday

His sighs and his moans and his laughs are all I could hear, and those are enough.  He tells me that he understands, and that is enough to keep me going.  He tells me he loves me, and that is enough to keep me stay. 

You keep me going. You make me stay. You’re enough. You and I are enough. Just us two.

I reach out to touch his sweet face, but my hands catch hair.  I am behind him instead of in front him.  I wonder why, when a few moments ago I was staring at his eyes and his lips. Tumalikod ba sya bigla? I hug him from behind, repeating the words that I’ve always wanted to say to him: You keep me going. You make me stay. You are enough. You and I are enough. Just us two.

But he pulls away. He runs away, but for a split second, he turns around. And I see that he has no face.  This man I’ve been hugging has no face.  This is not Pat. Pat is gone.

“AH FUCK YOU MIGZ TANGINA. SIGE PA PASOK MO PA! TANGINA MO!”

I wake up from my reverie, and someone lean and smooth is moving on top of me. My dick is throbbing, my groin painful from so much bouncing, and my balls ache from so much sex today. It’s Paulo I’m fucking, and I wish it were Pat, but I tell myself it’s okay. 

“Eto ba gusto mo ha? Eto ba?” I push myself deeper into him. He screams even more, and I suddenly it dawns on me. Shit, nasa balcony kami.  It’s almost 11 pm and the windows in the nearby office building are dark.  Thank God. And then I hesitate.  Are you sure no one’s watching, Migz?

Actually, kebs. Let them watch me fuck this sexy twink senseless in my unit’s balcony. See me and my fucking skills in full view. Learn from me, you fools. This is how you fuck a guy’s brains out in public. This is how you don’t care about anything. This is how you ruin everything in your life.

“FUCKING SHIT MIGZ I WANT MORE! SAGAD MO PA!” 

I oblige him. I push myself upwards, burying my hard seven-incher into him.  He leans back, blissful.  I see his o-face and I find myself turned on even more.  Yes, turn me on with that face, Paulo. Let me see you crumple your face with so much pleasure that I’ll feel good again. Shout some more and make everyone see how I make you feel good. Tell them I am enough for you, Pat. Paulo. Pat.

I reach out and twist his erect nipples, making them more red than pink.  He throws his head backwards. He raises his arms to the back of his head and I get to see a display of his glorious armpits.  He rides me like a cowboy in total abandon.  I bend over and my tongue reaches for his red, sore nipples. I suck on them, and lick them.  He keeps on grinding my dick, and I keep on thrusting into him. I let go of his nipples, and once again I look at his crumpled o-face.

“Yan ba ha? Yan ba? MMM! HMMMMPH! ANG SEXY MO PAT!” sigaw ko sa kanya. 

“TANGINA MO MIGZ! IT’S FUCKING PAULO FUCK YOU! AHHH SHIT SIGE PA!” sigaw niya pabalik.  He’s bouncing hard on my dick, in an otherworldly state of bliss and not minding my embarrassing mistake.  He doesn’t even care that I called out the wrong name. He only wants me, my body, my dick, my fuck.  That’s fine, I convince myself. That’s fine if we just fuck all the time.

It’s 11:30 pm on a Tuesday, and I get to be the top for him and and his boyfriend, the Borta Guy.  On Wednesdays, they get to bottom me. The rest of the weekdays, I look for someone else. On weekends and Mondays, I’m all alone.

So I better make this fucking night worth it. Because what else do I have except my dick and my fuck? Wine and weed can help, but those have nothing on mindless fucking. You fuck with no thoughts at all, with no emotions, just carnal lust.  

Everyone should just fuck, you know. Maybe if we fuck all the time, we won’t have wars. We won’t have corruption. There’s no anger, there’s no guilt, there’s no loneliness. Make fucking love, not war.  

“God, you feel so good, Pau.” I twist his nipples again, and he screams.  His sexy screaming drowns out all my guilty thoughts..

“YES YES YESSSSS!”

I lift him up, carry him inside the unit, through the living room, and into the room I once shared with the man I love, and slam him against the king-size bed Pat and I bought when we were just starting out. I pin him down, burying his face in the sweet-smelling bed sheets Pat bought from abroad.  Not sweet-smelling anymore, I guess, with all the fucking I had with Paulo and Paul these past three weeks.  With my hands on his neck, I fuck him from behind.  I enter him roughly, burying my dick into his ass, spreading him apart.  His body accepts the intense assault with sexy quivers, and he turns me one even more. I know what he wants.

“TANGINA AYAN! ETO GUSTO MO! KASALANAN MO LAHAT NG TO!” sigaw ko sa kanya habang pinapasakan ko ang butas niya. Nagsquat ako, just to make sure I can enter his hole deeply enough to hit his spot.  His two hands are drooping on his sides, and I gather them behind his back, locking them in place so he can’t resist. Now he looks like a cumdump, on fours, face buried in my bedsheets (Pat’s bedsheets), hands locked and helpless.

OH GOD YES. I can feel his spot. My dick is hitting that spot.  It’s hitting that intoxicating softness inside him. My dick is throbbing, and it wants to hit that spot again and again. It wants to send him into mindless oblivion.  Because when he forgets about everything, I am fine. I forget about everything too, and I just fuck and fuck fuck.  

Nanginginig ang katawan niya. He’s not screaming anymore.

He’s almost there.

“Sabay tayo Pau?” tanong ko. 

He doesn’t answer. He just whimpers. Here we go. 

Piniston ko nang piniston ang butas niya.  Nararamdaman kong malapit na rin ako.  Malapit nang labasan, at malapit nang makalimot. Kahit pansamantala man lang.  I run my hands all over his sweaty, lean, smooth back. God he’s so sexy. And his ass is perfectly tight. My cock feels so good inside his hole. His hole just feels like Pat’s.

“Almost there, Pat.” Fuck, mali na naman. 

Binilisan ko para hindi niya marinig ulit yung maling pangalan. Lalaspagin na naman kita ngayong gabi. Pupunuin na naman kita ng tamod. Bubuntisin kita, Pat.

FUCK!

“MIGZ! SHIITTTTT AYAN NA AYAN NAAAA PUTANGINAAAAA!”

I grunt like an animal. My mind goes blank. (Yes!) I grunt and I thrust some more. I give in to my animal instincts and did some more mindless lightning-speed fucking. I’m cumming, and it feels so fucking good.

“AH TANGINAAAAAAAAAA! PUTANGINAAAAA!” Paulo shouts. I don’t see his o-face, but I know how he looks cumming. It’s the best thing in the world, to see your bottom cumming. It’s the best thing in the world next to Pat.

His dick spurts out a lot of cum on the not-so sweet-smelling bedsheets.  He cums without even touching his dick. I made that happen. I made him cum hands-free. The dick violently throbs at the thought of his hands-free cumming, and I bury my cock into him even further.  His prostate pulsates, and my dick finally erupts inside him.

But I don’t shout. I just grunt, and grunt, and then I fall on the bed, on top of him, sweaty, smelly, my cock still inside his hole. I fill him up with so much cum it overflows out of his hole, onto the bedsheets that were once mine and Pat’s. I thrust some more, enjoying the slippery feeling of cum around my dick, still inside him. Paulo whimpers, obviously still in the throes of the mind-blowing orgasm we just had.

“Ang sarap,” he moans softly. He has a sweet voice. I know someone with that sweet voice.

And that’s it for Tuesday night, folks.

MIGZ, on a Friday

“Sure kang dito talaga?”

I’m not, but I don’t care. I pull him into the fire exit stairs.

“Just stick it in me. Daming tanong.” Give me that dick now. Just make me forget.

“You told me you had a place.”

“I did. But dito na lang.”

“Baka may makahuli?”

“Wala. And so what kung meron? Let them watch.”

“Shit, ang hot mo,” my Grindr hook-up tells me.

I bend over the stair railings, and offer him my already lubricated butt. 

“San lube?” tanong niya.

“Fingered kanina pa. Madulas na yan.”

“FUCK SERYOSO KA?”

He unzips his pants and takes out his cock. Tangina, commando. Was he too horny to even wear an underwear? I look at him, and fuck. Stocky daddies are hot nga.  Pat would enjoy him.

Stop it, Migz.

“So I guess public sex is your thing?”

“Tangina naman, PASOK MO NA KASI!”  

I need to not think again.  Everytime I remember him, sumisikip ang dibdib ko. Hindi ako makahinga. I need to breathe. I need to fuck in order to breathe. 

Come on, bro, help me breathe.  

“Help me breathe.” Shit, I think I said that out loud?

“What?”

“Wala. Just fuck me na.”

And he helps me. Daddy helps me forget, and I am thankful. I am thankful for his half-nakedness doggy-fucking me in the fire exit stairs of our condo, where he once lived with me. Where he and I were once happy, with all the threesomes and cuckolding done right. Where rules were still followed. Where I wasn’t some horny asshole yet.

“FUCK, YES. GANYAN NGA DADDY.”

I can feel his dick inside me now, slowly moving in and out of that wet hole that I fingered a few hours ago just for him. Three wet fingers, enough to make me slippery and tight for him.  One finger and it’s too tight, di na masarap. The choice of using three fingers are apparently perfect for Daddy’s seven inches of real goodness. Those seven inches can make me. A dick so hard and so long and so girthy when time he enters me, I will see shots of white light. 

“YOU FUCK GOOD, DADDY.”

This stranger’s dick saves me.  As did Paulo’s hole.

“Grabe pare ang dulas mo nga! Fuck!” ungol niya.

 “Fingered it just right for you.”

“FUCK FUCK FUCK ANG HOOOOT!”

And yes, he hits that spot just like how I hit Paulo’s spot a few days ago. There goes my favorite shots of white light.

“Mmmmm. Arghhhh hmmmmp!”

“Yan! Fuck! Ang hot mo umungol! Tangina!”

I grunt some more, guessing that he loves hearing manly grunts from his bottoms. So you want some manly bottom, daddy?  You wanna fuck me a manly bottom like me into submission? 

Tinaas niya yung isa kong paa, and tangina. He slides even further. Now I feel like a real dog being fucked.

“AH PUTANGINAAAAAA!” sigaw ko.

“Sarap ba? Nasan na yung manly bottom ko?” ungol niya habang binabarurot pa rin ako.

“AHHH SHIT TANGINA MO DADDY AHH SHIT SIGE PA!” I hold on for dear life as he fucks me in the fire exit stairs. I feel like a gymnast, balancing myself as he fucks me with my leg raised. I can feel his firm dad-tummy hitting my ass.  His big, strong arms are holding my legs steady, and oh I want to be held by those comforting arms. I can feel him dripping with sweat, because this fucking fire exit is like an oven. I can smell my own sweat and perfume and musk, and the combination is intoxicating. My sense are being overwhelmed, and I fucking love it.

God, this is even better than him raw-dogging me.  When I’m on fours he fills me up good. But when it’s like this, hindi lang niya ako pinupuno. He spreads me apart even further, like a book read and used and creased.  And when he spreads me, his dick completes me. I used to do that too. To Pat.

“OH FUCKING SHIT THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” sigaw ko.

“Sarap ba? Eto pa!”

“YES YES YES!”

I can hear echoes of our moans in the fire exit stairs. I don’t care. I’m close, and I just wanna be filled up.

“BILISAN MO PA!” pagpupumilit ko. 

Daddy just laughs, and he suddenly bends me over to the floor of the landing.  He kneels and lifts both my legs, wrapping them around his hips.  I still can’t see him, but I know half of my body is suspended in mid-air. 

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? Is this even possible? Can he really fuck me in this position? This is so fucking unreal, I’m not even sure my body can handle the soreness later.

But who cares? No one. 

I need this distraction, I need him and his athletic lovemaking (if this is still lovemaking, what with all the rough handling) to make the feelings go away. 

AND OH FUCKING GOD. He does it.

YES, he does it and I forget my name and he fucks me and fucks me and fucks me. In mid-air.

“AHHH PUTANGINA!”

He enters me from behind and OH SHIT I don’t know myself anymore.

“PUTANGINA DADDY ALMOST THERE!”

“Yes, babe, sabay tayo fuck!”

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME BA- “

I don’t finish it because I’m almost there.  I try to hold on and not cum and edge myself but I can’t do it. I let go, and IT FEELS SO GOOD AND SO WRONG AND SO GREAT.  It feels great forgetting everything once again. Cumming on the floor of the fire exit hall.

“PUTANGINA! This is so ho-“

Daddy doesn’t finish too because he grunts like an animal as he creampies me. We both drop on the floor, catching our breaths. Gusto ko sanang matulog. Masarap sanang matulog. Kaso nasa fire exit pala kami.

“Get up. Baka may dumating.”

“Teka, 1 minute. That was wild,” pakiusap niya.

“No. Bihis ka na.” I stand up and catch my breath.  I pull up my shorts, not even cleaning up the mess still dripping from my dick. Daddy looks at me, bewildered and flushed.  

“Sa unit ka na maglinis. Shower tayo together,” sabi ko sa kanya.

“Wow, you’re…unbelievable.” He stands up and starts putting on his pants. Tumingin siya sakin.

“What?” tanong ko. 

“Di ka pa pagod?” 

Di ko siya sinagot. Binuksan ko yung pinto ng fire exit, and tiningnan kung may tao sa hallway. Wala. Good. 

Later, habang naglalakad papunta sa unit namin (unit ko!), I send a text to Paulo.

“We still on for Sunday?”

“Of course we are.”

“You and Paul?”

“No, just us two.”

Tangina naman. Not those words.

“Wala si Paul?”

“Birthday ng mom niya.”

“Oh okay.”

Malapit na ang unit. Konting lakad na lang. I text Paulo again.

“Is everyone there are safe?” unsure kong tanong. 

“They screen everyone. Don’t worry,” he assures me. 

“How many people again?”

“5 tops. 2 bottoms. And a versa. That’s you.”

Daddy and I both enter the unit. I start stripping off, and he follows suit. I open the door to our (my!) bathroom, and I reach out my hands to him. “Tara.” 

We enter the shower together, and Daddy makes me forget everything again.

MIGZ, on a Sunday

Ang dilim ng kwarto.  All I see are silhouettes, sweaty bodies mashing and grinding against each other.  Wala akong maaninag na mukha, and that’s good. It helps in forgetting things.

Paulo’s moans make me forget too. I keep on fucking him while he sucks another top’s dick.  His ultimate dream of being spitroasted. My dick feels familiar in his hole. I once had a hole that I was familiar with. I miss that hole.

I keep on thrusting Paulo while I make sense of everything else that’s been happening inside this dark hotel room. Everyone’s having a great time fucking, you can smell the poppers everywhere.  Paulo’s high with them, he screams like a fucking girl, and I live for it.  I like making my bottoms scream like a girl. I always made Pat scream like a girl.

I keep on fucking. I scan the room, and I see the other bottom, with two other tops. Ang sexy umungol nung bottom, I’m sure I’ve heard those moans before.  I try to remember when and where and who…

FUCK. THERE GOES MY DICK HITTING PAULO’S SPOT AGAIN. He stops, pulls out my dick, and I look at him angrily.

“What the fuck?”

“Higa lang ako.”

“What for?”

“You’ll see.”

He quickly lies on his back, and spreads himself apart for me.  I kneel on the bed. I rest his legs on my shoulder and start entering him. His head is dangling on the foot of the bed.

“OH FUCKING SHIT.”

Kaya pala nakahiga siya. Ang puta, gustong ma-mouthfuck nang nakahiga.  He opens his mouth and the top we were with gags his mouth with a cock. I look at Paulo, this sexy twink, receiving dick while lying prone.  The submissiveness is exhilarating to witness, and I start hard-fucking him.  Paulo’s Adam’s apple disappears, and all I can see is him choking on a large, long dick.

“FUCK PAU, THAT LOOKS SO HOT.” Thanks, Pau. You know I can count on you to make me forget.  Because nobody counts on me anymore. Well, he doesn’t.

 

Just thinking about him and suddenly my dick quivers with guilt. The rush of feelings threaten to flood me. I start to panic, and look around for some distraction.  May nakapansin na top, and he walks toward me.  Please, please. Help me.

“Suck me bro?”

I don’t answer, but he knows what I want to do.  I can’t breathe. Make me breathe with your cock.  He stands on the bed, and I reach out for his dick.  The cock disappears inside my needy mouth. I’m gagging and choking and… breathing.

Yes, just like this, please.

“AHH PUTANGINA MO!” sigaw nung top na sinimulan kong chupain. I move my head back and forth against the hard dick while I continue fucking Paulo, and at first I feel out of sync. A few minutes later I got the timing right. The two tops are moaning loudly. And I start to feel good, once again.

OH YES OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD. IT FEELS SO GOOD FEELING NOTHING.

“Shit, ang sarap mo chumupa bro!”

Thank you.

Someone moves behind me and whispers something. “Are you vers?” Ah yes, another top.

I don’t answer, but I pull him towards me.  I let go of the dick I’m sucking.  The standing top moves off the bed and stands beside the top Paulo is sucking.  I signal him to come closer, and he understands.  I reach out for his dick and I suck him again.  I bend downwards, and now my ass is in full display.

The whispering top moves closer, and finally, he gets it. He enters me while I fuck and suck someone else.

“UGH FUCK TEKA. Wag naman gulatan!” reklamo ko kay whispering top.

“Sorry bro,” he says, but he keeps on fucking me, hard. I press my hips to his dick even more, and he screams with pleasure. The dick in my mouth suddenly pushes further, and I choke. 

“MIGZ?!” The other bottom. I suddenly freeze. I know that voice. I look for him, and there he is. On the couch, riding one of the tops, reverse-cowboy style.  I let go of the dick in my mouth to say hi to him. 

“Hey Karl,” I say, while giving the standing top a handjob.  I smile at him, weakly, slightly ashamed.

“What…. ahhh shit… fuck ang sarap…. ba’t ka andito?” tanong ni Karl habang sumasakay sa burat ng top nya.    

“Same as you. Dick.”  Whispering top enters me further more, and that forces me to enter Paulo deeper. “UHHH SHIT SIGE PAAAAA!” sigaw ko.  My hand is still busy giving a handjob to standing top.

“Have you talked to P-”

“Not now, Karl,” I snap at him. There goes that rush of feelings again.  Always, at the mention of his name. Not now, please. I look at Karl pleadingly, and he looks so worried….but so fucked.  It almost looks so comical, seeing him worry for me while enjoying dicks.

Karl looks at me intently. “Migz…”

I shake my head at him, pleading him to be quiet. He looks so worried, but I don’t care. I need to get rid of that rush of feelings. This is my chance. “Fuck me hard. I need to feel some dick,” sabi ko kay whispering top.

“FUCK YEAH SIGE PARE!” sagot nya. I look at at Karl for the last time. He looks so worried, but then he starts moving again, riding his own top on the couch. 

Leave me be, Karl. I pleaded with my eyes. I need this.

Whispering top moves behind me, and I can feel his hard cock hitting me right on the spot. I take a deep breath as he starts moving, going faster and faster. Karl keeps on riding his top, but he’s still looking at me. 

Am I turning him on? I turn my eyes away from him, and focus on filling up and being filled up.

There’s pleasure, there’s pain (of course there is), and then there’s forgetting.  The standing top once again sticks his cock up my mouth, and I start sucking.  A few moments after, he starts mouth-fucking me. All my holes are ripped apart, but I don’t mind. I close my eyes and force myself to be in the moment, sucking and fucking and getting  fucked, and it helps in forgetting. 

It’s working. The rush of feelings is now receding. 

KARL, on a Monday morning

“Here you go,” sabi ko sabay abot ng coffee sa kanya. 

“Thanks,” sagot ni Migz.

It’s 5 AM and we’re now in fucking McDo drinking this fucking coffee after that fucking hot orgy. I try to say something, but I decide against it. The silence between us is deafening, but also kind of comforting. We’re two souls looking for redemption from a guy we’re both ashamed to confront. I’ve had my share of sleepless nights and wakeful thoughts, but I’m sure he is having it worse.  He looks so tired. He keeps on fidgeting, so I reach out and give his shaking hand a squeeze. The quiet assurance is enough to calm him, but only for a moment.

“Thanks for the coffee, Karl.” He starts to leave.

“Stay, Migz,” I say, almost loudly.

“No,” he replies with stinging bitterness that I had to draw in a breath. I nod back at him.

He smiles sadly and walks away in a hurry. I follow him with my eyes. As he opens the door, he hesitates. He turns towards me, takes a step forward, and then stops. I can see and hear the wheels turning in his mind. 

But he just stands there. He does not move.

After a minute of silence, he finally turns away and goes out into the cold darkness of early Monday morning. 

I take out my phone and send a message.

KARL, on a Wednesday evening

He opens the door, and for the first time in months, I feel like we’re strangers to each other. I take a deep breath. You can do this, Karl.

“Thanks for meeting me,” I say.

Pat just nods silently and lets me in.

Part 11 will be the final chapter.