Truth and Consequence

Kang Ta and I met up at a popular deli near Carvajal Street, close to where I live in Binondo. We were default dates at a pre-Christmas dinner party hosted by a common friend; neither of us had dates and we were chucked next to each other at the far end of the table.

An ABC (American-born Chinese) raised in Chicago, Kang Ta returned to Manila six years ago to work for a bank. He has an easy sex-appeal and a careless daring that is always refreshing to find. I knew we would end up in bed sooner or later. The following day, he texted me and suggested that we meet up.

No overture was necessary. We clearly wanted to fuck. Han wasn't due until Christmas day.

We ended up in his aparment in Manila and were in bed minutes after he closed the door behind us. I wanted him to fuck me and made sure I examined his package carefully. Circumcised, medium-size, but with a personality. Trimmed pubic patch. Very clean. Yes, I wanted it up my chute.

We started blowing each other and he got very excited, started rubbing my cock all over his face, pushing all of it into his mouth and back out again. I guided his finger into my arse but he pulled back. He clearly wanted to be fucked. I asked for a rubber and put it on hastily. Showtime.

It was great sex! After the second round, we showered, rested and decided to go for a nightcap.

"This is just sex, right," I asked as we sat down for coffee. I didn't want to be let down, but I was deperate to know the score. Kang Ta is, after all, ten years younger than me. Blow-offs are the prerogative of the young.

"Sure," he said without thinking. Fuck. Fail.

"You sure you don't wanna do it again?" he asked back, grinning. I could sense he was teasing me. He didn't want to commit but couldn't let go either.

"Yeah, but not around Christmas. Boyfriend coming." I wanted to make sure he got the message, that I have a boyfriend but I was interested. "Round New Year's?" I turned the tables easily.

"Nah. Boyfriend coming," he said casually.