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Monday, April 6, 2026

[SS-1675] Door Guarding


DOOR GUARDING

The hallway stayed dark and narrow, like it was holding its breath. The rookie stood facing the tall wooden door, palms sweaty at his sides. He didn't know what waited behind it, only that the guard behind him was big, solid, and wearing only tight black briefs that showed off every hard line of his body.

"You don't get to look," the guard said quietly. "You face the door. You earn it without seeing."


The rookie swallowed and nodded. He could hear the guard move closer, feel his heat on his back. "Don't use your hands," the guard murmured. "Use your body. Show me you mean it." The rookie leaned back slowly until his shoulders brushed the guard's chest. The guard breathed out rough, like he was trying not to react.

"Good," the guard said. "Now move."

The rookie shifted his hips, slow and unsure, then found a rhythm. His legs shook but he didn't stop, staring at the door like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

"Yeah," the guard said low, his voice starting to slip. "Like that. Easy. Let it grow." The rookie pushed back with more confidence. He felt the guard’s briefs being pulled down, then the hot, blunt pressure of his own cock against the guard's hole. He gripped the guard's hips and drove in deep, burying himself to the hilt. The guard let out a sharp gasp, his body tensing before yielding.

The rookie began to fuck him in earnest, powerful strokes that slammed the guard against his back. He wasn't thinking anymore, just feeling—heat, tension, need.

"You're close," the guard groaned. "Don't quit now."

The rookie gave one last strong push, pouring all his fear and want into it. He buried himself deep with a guttural cry. His cock pulsed, a hot flood filling the guard's ass, a thick, wet creampie spilling out and running down his thigh.

The rookie stepped back slowly. The guard stayed facing the door, chest heaving. Boots crossed the floor. A hand touched the handle. "You did it," the guard said, voice rough but proud. The door opened with a heavy sound. Light spilled out.

"Go," the guard said. The rookie walked forward into the bright room, legs weak but head high. He didn't look back.

The door closed behind him.





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Wednesday, April 1, 2026

[SS-1674] Midday Park


MIDDAY PARK

I always eat my lunch in the same hidden part of the park. Far from kids, far from noise. Just trees, wind, and my little bench. I like it quiet.

Every day, almost same time, a white car shows up near the dirt road. I don’t know why it stops there. But I know who comes with it.

A man. Big chest. Strong arms. Always in just his briefs. White today. He stays inside the car for a bit, music low, drinking from a red can. Then he steps out slow, like he’s not in a rush to be anywhere.

I try not to look. But I always do.


He stretches like he owns the sun. Arms up. Chest out. The light hits his skin and makes it shine. Sweat already there, like his body is warm just by being alive. I sweep leaves that don’t need sweeping, just so I have a reason to stand there.

Today he leaned on the hood of his car. Closed his eyes. Let the sun hit his face. His hands slid down his sides, slow, lazy. Just touching himself like he forgot other people exist.


Then he looked at me.

I froze. My heart jumped. I thought he’d get mad. But he just smiled. Not big. Just small and knowing. Like he caught me and didn’t mind.

After that, he didn’t hide anything.

He turned a little, not facing me, but not hiding either. His hands moved in slow circles over his stomach, his chest. His breathing got louder. I could hear it even with the birds and wind. He tilted his head back like the heat felt too good.

I felt hot too. My face burned. My hands shook on my broom.

He made little sounds, soft ones, like he was talking to his own body. His hips moved just a bit, like he was following some quiet music only he could hear. It felt wrong to watch. But it felt right too. Like the park itself was holding a secret just for us.

His right hand slid down, fingers tracing the waistband of his briefs before dipping inside. The white cotton stretched as he cupped himself, his cock already thick and hard against the fabric. I could see the shape of it, the head pressing insistently.

His other hand roamed up his chest, thumb brushing over a hard nipple. He let out a low groan, the sound cutting through the quiet air. His fist closed around his shaft through the briefs, stroking slowly, deliberately. The fabric grew damp with precum, a dark spot spreading at the tip.

Then he pushed the briefs down, just enough to free himself. His cock sprang out, thick and flushed, curving up toward his navel. The head was slick, glistening in the sun. He wrapped his hand around it, his grip firm, and began to stroke in earnest. Long, slow pulls from base to tip, his thumb smearing the leaking fluid over the crown. His breathing hitched, his hips rocking into his fist.

With his free hand, he reached back, his fingers tracing the cleft of his ass. He circled his hole once, twice, before pressing a fingertip inside. A sharp gasp escaped him, his body tensing for a second before relaxing into the intrusion. He worked his finger deeper, matching the rhythm of the hand on his cock. The sounds he made now were louder, more desperate. Little grunts and moans that echoed in the clearing.

I couldn’t look away. My own body reacted, a heat pooling low in my belly.

His strokes grew faster, more erratic. His finger pumped in and out of his ass, his other hand flying over his cock. His thighs trembled, his muscles straining.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough. His head fell back, his mouth open.

His body went taut, a string pulled to its breaking point. Then he came. Thick ropes of white shot from his cock, spattering across the hood of his car, his stomach, his hand. He kept stroking, milking every last drop, his body shuddering with the force of it. When it was over, he slumped against the car, his chest heaving. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

After a while, he laughed softly, like he surprised himself. He wiped his face, fixed his briefs, and stood straight again. His eyes met mine one more time.

He smiled again. Slow. Warm.

Then he pulled on his clothes, easy and calm, like nothing special just happened. He got in his car, started it, and drove away like always.

I stood there with my broom, heart still fast, sun still hot on my skin, thinking about that smile all through the rest of my shift.




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Monday, March 30, 2026

[SS-1673] Primary Colored



PRIMARY COLORED

Alex hooked up with Jake in the gym locker room. Jake was pure muscle—abs like carved stone—and owned tiny speedos in red, yellow, blue.

“Gonna model these for you, fucker,” Jake growled, already thickening under his towel.

They rushed to Jake’s apartment. He stripped fast. His thick, veiny cock bounced free. Alex knelt, hungry, but Jake pulled him up rough.

“Not yet, punk.”

Jake slid on the red speedo. The fabric hugged every inch of his bulge.

“Red for fuckin’ fire, bitch.”

He slammed Alex against the wall. Their bodies mashed together. Jake’s red-covered dick ground hard against Alex’s thigh. Pre-cum soaked through, slick and hot.

“Feel that? Gonna hump you raw.”

Jake gripped Alex’s ass, pulling tighter. Cocks clashed, rubbing aggressively through fabric. Sweat mixed. Nipples scraped.

“Stroke it, slut. Make it leak.”

Alex palmed the throbbing bulge. Jake fucked his hand, snarling. Then he yanked the speedo down and rammed into Alex’s mouth.

“Gag on it, whore.”

He thrust deep, salty pre-cum flooding Alex’s throat. Pubes ground against his face.

Jake pulled out. Jacked hard.

“Take my load!”

Hot ropes splattered Alex’s chest—thick, sticky, warm.

But Jake wasn’t finished. He wiped his dick on Alex’s leg and switched to yellow.


“Yellow for my golden cum, asswipe.”

Jake bent over the table. Ass up. Yellow fabric wedged tight between firm cheeks.

Alex tongued the cloth, pressing into his hole. Sweat and fabric taste filled his mouth.

“Eat that ass deeper!”

Jake pushed back, demanding more grind. Alex ripped the speedo aside, lubed up, and slammed in balls-deep.

“Pound me like a man, fucker!”

Alex hammered hard. Sweat flew. He exploded inside, flooding Jake’s guts, then kept thrusting.

Jake came untouched—jizz soaking the yellow fabric dark and wet.

Last, the blue.


“Blue for drownin’ in my seed, punk.”

They dropped to the floor in a 69. Jake’s blue balls pressed Alex’s face, reeking of cum.

“Suck my toes while I throat you.”

Fingers probed roughly. They flipped. Jake rode reverse, blue speedo pulled aside, ass bouncing.

“Grind on me, bitch!”

Raw friction built. They came together—Jake spraying across the room, Alex filling him deep. Bodies shook, slick with sweat and seed.

They collapsed. Primary colors smeared with their mess.

Best fuck ever.



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Friday, March 27, 2026

[SS-1672] Submerged Sweetness


SUBMERGED SWEETNESS

I came in early, like I always do when I can’t sleep. The building was quiet, echoey. My shoes squeaked. The pools were clear and empty, all blue and clean, like nobody had ever touched them. I decided to do my janitorial duty early.

Then I saw the deep pool. Two men were down there, already submerged. Just speedos, black against the blue. I knew them right away — the swim teachers. Always loud, always talking about girls. Always acting straight.

My first thought was I should leave. My second thought was I couldn’t. They floated near the glass wall, slow and calm, holding hands. Not joking hands. Real hands. Fingers locked. I felt my chest get tight, like I was watching something fragile. Tiny bubbles came out of their noses. Their bodies were close.


One turned his head and saw me. He didn’t panic. He didn’t stop. He just smiled through the water, eyes soft.

Then the other leaned in and kissed him, mouth pressing gentle but serious. It wasn’t rushed. It was like they had all the time in the world down there. I stayed frozen with my mop. They kept kissing, drifting a little, legs brushing.


Their free hands moved — slow at first, then more certain. They slipped fingers under the waistbands of their speedos, pushing the tight fabric down to free their thick, hard cocks.

They gripped themselves, stroking in unison under the water. I watched their fists move, slick and fast. Their heads tipped back, mouths opening in silent gasps as they chased the release. Their faces changed, eyes closing, brows tightening. Their bodies tensed, muscles locking up.

One shuddered violently, then the other, and I saw thick, white ropes of cum spurting from their dicks, clouding the water around them. They clutched each other harder, mouths still together, breathing held, milking every last drop from their shafts. The water grew hazy with their seed, stirred by the sudden movement.

After that, they just stayed there, foreheads touching, hands still linked, bubbles drifting up like proof of something released. The cum dissolved in the chlorinated water.

My face felt hot. My whole body felt awake. Eventually they pushed up to the surface and climbed out, water sliding down their skin. They didn’t rush to cover up. One laughed softly, breathless. When they saw me still there, neither of them looked ashamed.

“Guess you saw our… training,” one said, smiling like it was a joke only half meant. The other nodded. “Helps us stay calm underwater. Helps with control.”

I didn’t know what to say. My hands were shaking a little.

He looked at me and added, “If you ever want to join sometime… you’re welcome.” They walked past me, dripping, close together.

The pool was quiet again, but it didn’t feel empty anymore. I stood there a long time, staring at the water, thinking about secrets, and how some sweetness only exists below the surface.





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Thursday, March 26, 2026

HMBS 36


ANG KULMINASYON NG SUCCESS STUDIES

Sa wakas nag-load na rin ang grade portal. Umikot ang cursor at lumabas ang score list—maliit na windows, pulsing digits. Tumigil ang mundo sandali para kay Hansel; may halo ng tagumpay at panghihinayang ang tinik sa dibdib niya nang makita ang mga numero.

Dumikit mula sa likod si Royce at sumilip sa screen. “Tanginang ’yan, puro kang uno. Ganyan pala grades kapag bibo, eh ’no?” bungad nito, may halong biro at paghanga.

Ngumiti si Hansel; pilit ang pagkatawa. “Oo naman. Ako pa ba—” Hindi niya natapos; may bahagyang curl sa labi niya. Itinuturo niya ang isang entry: 1.25. Success Studies.

“Nyek, iisa lang ’yan. Saka mataas pa rin naman ang 1.25,” sabi ni Royce, may concern sa tono.

“Alam ko,” sagot niya, mahinahon. “Pero ikaw at ’yung iba nating classmates, naka-uno kay Prof. CV. Parang… reminder lang na natalisod ako. Na may tunay na price ang bagay na ’to.”

Lumapag ang palad ni Royce sa balikat niya, marahan ngunit matibay. “Alam naman ni Prof. CV ang totoong potential mo. Kailangan lang maging fair—kasi, alam mo naman, alam naman natin ang nangyari.”

Tumango si Hansel. “Yeah. At bukod sa lahat ng business at sexual strategies na natutunan ko sa elective, ito rin ang existential kick. Kailangan kong ma-humble. Hindi ako laging perfect. At hindi biro ’tong mga stakes sa labas ng classroom.”

Pinisil ni Royce ang pisngi niya nang bahagya. “Oy, huwag ka masyadong pa-humble, diyan. Hindi ako sanay. Ibalik mo ’yung kayabangan mo na nagpainis at nagpalibog sa akin.”

Napahagik si Hansel, tumalikod at hinalikan ang nobyo nang mabilis. “Buwisit ka. Pero… salamat. At least wala na akong aalalahanin ngayon.”

Hinalikan siya ni Royce nang marubdob. Tapos ay sumagot, "I love you."

"Love you too, Babe." Tapos ay lumapad ang ngiti, "at happy sembreak sa ating dalawa. Magge-general cleaning tayo nitong dorm mo."

Inirapan siya nito at tumindig, "hay nako. Imbis na magpahinga, eh. Hindi ka ba uuwi sa inyo ngayong bakasyon?"

"Nako? Uuwi? Nah. Ang gulo-gulo doon? Tingnan mo 'to." Tapos ay pinakita ni Hansel ang mga recent exchanges sa GC ng pamilya Viterbo.

Nag-scroll sila; lumabas ang mahahabang exchanges mula sa pamilya Viterbo: tatay, kuya, dalawang tito — puro panic, galit at sabayang pag-iisip ng solusyon. Maigsi ang bawat mensahe, pero bawat linya parang may sindi.

Tatay: “Ano’ng kalokohan ’to? Bakit umatras ang Yvanez? Saan na yung mga contractors natin?”
Tiyo 1: “Hindi ito basta-basta. Decades ng relasyon. Hindi lang ito tampuhan. May alam silang hindi natin alam.”
Tiyo 2: “Hindi pa rin malinaw kung sino ang nag-udyok. Tahimik si Gabino. Hindi sumasagot sa tawag, hindi nagre-reply. Parang sinadya.”
May sumunod na thread, mas mahaba at mas magulo.

Tiyo 1: “Hindi lang Yvanez ang umatras. Dalawa pang contractors na dati solid sa atin, nag-pull out din. Sabi nila, ‘business decision’ daw. Pero obvious na may nakaabot na balita sa kanila.”
Tiyo 2: “Nakakatunog na sila. Parang may domino effect. Isa umatras, susunod na ang iba.”
Kuya: “Pa, pati ’yung sa probinsya, nag-aalinlangan na. Yung dating loyal, biglang neutral ang tono. Parang naghihintay kung sino ang babagsak.”
Tatay: “Hindi pwede ’to. Kapag tuluyang nawala ang suporta ng Yvanez at ng mga contractors, mahihirapan tayong gumalaw sa susunod na eleksyon.”

May mga screenshot na kasunod: mga chat mula sa business groups, may mga tanong na hindi sinasagot, may mga paumanhin na halatang palusot lang.

“Given the recent developments, we have to reassess our partnerships.”
“Let’s pause negotiations for now.”
“Better to wait and see how things unfold.”

Pagkatapos, may isang mensahe na nagpa-iba ng bigat ng usapan.

Kuya: “Pa, may masama pa. May viral na expose tungkol kay Tito.”
Tiyo 1: “Anong expose?”
Kuya: “Yung lumang proyekto niya sa pier. May lumabas na video at documents — kickbacks, ghost suppliers, inflated contracts. Trending na sa social media.”
Tatay: “Sino ang naglabas?”
Kuya: “Hindi malinaw. May anonymous account. Pero malinis ang presentation. May resibo. Mahirap pabulaanan.”
Tiyo 2: “Kung totoo ’yan, patay tayo sa media. Idadamay lahat ng apelyido natin.”
Tiyo 1: “Hindi lang media. Baka gamitin ’yan ng kalaban para ipitin tayo sa Comelec at sa korte.”
Tatay: “Ayusin niyo agad ang damage control. Hanap ng paraan para ma-neutralize ’yan. Kailangan natin ng narrative.”
Kuya: “Pa, nagpa-panic na ang mga local leaders natin. May ilan nang nagsasabing baka lumipat sila ng kampo kung lalala pa.”
Tiyo 2: “Kung mawawala ang political footing natin ngayon, matagal tayong makakabawi. Isang maling galaw, tapos tayo!"

"Damn. Nakakatakot diyan," komento ni Royce.

Tumango si Hansel, "yeah. And now, I have a very very clear grounded reason bakit hindi ko gugustuhin na i-inherit ang political careers nila. Ugh. Bahala sila diyan. Hindi ko na siila kakalabanin naman, katulad ng ginawa ko dito kay Gabino. Pero hindi ko rin sila tutulungan ano. Didistansya na ako sa kanila."

"Oo. Saka grabe nang epekto ng ginawa ng project mo. Successful ka pa rin naman," anang nobyo.

"Yeah, may sobrang nakaka-panic na hiccup, pero the outcome is better than I imagined. Sana eh matuto na ang pamilya ko dito," seryosong sabi niya, "sana din matuto si Gabino at ang mga partners nila tungkol dito."

Ngumisi si Royce, "speaking of Gabino, tama ka nga. Ang libog niya. Sarap tsumupa. Iba talaga kapag tinatago ang kahayukan eh. Kapag sumabog lumalala."

"Yeah. Maybe one of these days, pagtulungan natin siyang dalawa," pilyo niyang turan, "I want to see you fuck him."

"Talaga. At sinabi ko sa kanya. Dahil boyfriend kita, pag-aari ko na rin siya," mariin na sabi nito.

Tumayo si Hansel at humarap sa nobyo, "damn right." Tapos ay naghalikan sila muli.

Hinaplos ni Royce ang kanyang pisngi matapos ang halikan at sinabing, "pero sa totoo niyan... Ang pinaka malaking win ko sa klase na ito, ay... Ikaw."

Ngumisi si Hansel, "I know."

"Napakayabang," sarkastikong sambit nito.

Hinawakan niya ang matigas na bukol sa jogging pants nito, "I know." Tapos ay naghalikan sila muli.

Natigil sila nang mag-vibrate ang kanilang mga cellphone. May group email si Prof. CV.

Subject: POST-CLASS CULMINATING ACTIVITY THIS WEEKEND, WHO'S GAME?

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Sabado nang tanghali.

Ang anim na estudyante—ngayon ay recent na alumni na ng Success Studies—ay pumayag sa ayang overnight na “culminating activity.” Gaganapin iyon sa resort na pina-reserve ni Prof. CV. Kakaiba pa rin ang timpla ng excitement at pagka-nerbyos sa katawan ni Hansel habang bumibiyahe sila.

Bago makarating sa resort ay tumigil muna sila sa isang restaurant sa gilid ng highway. Mainit ang hangin; mababaw ang tunog ng trapiko at may amoy ng piniritong karne mula sa kusina. Nag-order sila ng mga simpleng pagkaing pang-roadtrip at nag-usap-usap nang pilyo sa mesa—si Royce, si Zim, si Pender, si Panfil, si Toma. Masayang ingay.

Tumayo si Hansel sandali para umihi, naglakad patungo sa balcony ng restaurant, at napukaw siya sa mountain-side view: nagkakapal na ulap sa malayo, berde ng mga puno, liwanag ng araw na kumikiskis sa dahon. Huminga siya ng malalim pansamantala. Pinilit niyang huminahon bago bumalik sa mesa.

“Okay ka lang, Hansel?” isang baritonong boses ang bumasag sa katahimikan ng paligid.

Lumingon siya at nakita si Prof. CV na nakatayo lang, tahimik. Naka-sunglasses, blazer nakabukas, ang postura ng matipunong katawan ay relaxed at serious. Hindi talaga matatawaran ang sexy at strong na aura nito..

“Okay naman po, Sir,” tugon ni Hansel. “Alam kong naging tense itong huling linggo dahil sa—well—sa nangyari, pero maayos naman po. Nagkakagulo ang mga buwisit kong kapamilya pero wala silang clue sa nangyari. Sobrang salamat Sir sa ginawa niyong pagsalo sa akin.”

Ngumiti ang propesor nang bahagya. “Walang anuman,” maikli ang sabi niya. Tinitigan din ang tanawin nang sandali, “Alam ko naman ang stakes nito, Hansel. Kaya ako nag-ayos.”

Tumingin si Hansel sa professor. May halo ng pasasalamat at curiosity. Hindi niya maipaliwanag kung bakit gusto niyang humalik sa paa ng taong ito minsan.

“Sir,” medyo nag-atang tanong ni Hansel. “Talaga po, bakit ninyo ginagawa ‘to? Bakit ang elective na ‘to?”

Ngumiti ang propesor, "honestly, bored lang talaga ako. Gusto ko ng excitement sa buhay. Pero bukod doon, eh... I have no people to transmit my skills to. Prior to making this elective, maraming lalaki who begged to be mentored by me. To learn my skills, and now they're making a difference. So, this elective is really just... formalizing that. Hindi ako santo, that is obvious. Pero look at Neville and people like him na nagagamit ang style ko. May napapala naman na maayos ang strategic sin natin."

Kumunot ang noo niya, "p-pero... Bakit kami? Bakit kaming anim?"

"Oh, I select 50 eligible students at random. Then I study their files. Investigate around. Find who would benefit best from my methods," imporma ni Prof. CV, "and then babagsak ako sa final 6. You know exactly why I chose you."

"Dahil masyado akong achiever and I need to be humbled?" empathic na sagot niya.

"No because you're fucking hot and you give huge bottom energy," sarkastikong sagot nito, "masyado mong ino-overthink. Kailangan mong ma-harness ang pagiging pakantot mo for great things. Hetong mga recent life learnings mo, eh this are really good side effects."

Tumawa si Hansel, napapailing pero may warmth sa dibdib. “Shit. Okay, fine. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Nagbalik na sila sa mesa pagkatapos ng maikling palitan.

Habang kumakain ay nakikinig lang si Hansel sa kuwento ng mga kaklase ukol sa mga patuloy na conquest ng mga ito.

Unang nagsimula si Toma. “Si Mr. Atenado, tinawagan ako. Puntaw daw ako sa office niya sa faculty. Closed-door meeting daw. Simula pa lang, naka-suit siya, naka-tie, mahigpit ang kamay niya. Pero nung nagkaroon ng kaguluhan sa agenda, ayun na; hinila niya ako papunta sa gilid ng opisina, mabilis lang. Kinantot ko siya in-between classes. May tamod pa ata siya habang nagtuturo, haha! Tsaka nung natapos, sabi niya may gusto siyang i-invest sa fitness business ko; seed money agad.”

Sumunod si Zim, naka-relax sa upuan, ang tono ay malikot. “Doon sa Makati Resto ni Chef Pantheon mismo. Shit gago na naka-knife at apron sa kusina; nung bumisita ako lapot agad ng tingin. Kahita lunch shift, sobrang busy. Pero may private kitchen door na ginagamit niya para sa VIPs. Pinapunta niya 'ko do'n. Tapos bigla, wala hinila niya ako. Hindi kami nagpigil: sa ibabaw ng counter, inaandar niya ang burat niya sa puke ko habang may mga waiter na dumadaan sa likod ng pinto sa likod namin. Ugh. Sobrang intense. Matigas siya, malaki, at ang mga mata niya nagliliwanag kapag sinasabay ko siya. Pagkatapos ng kusina scene namin tangina ang dami niyang pinutok sa akin, May sex na, may pa bonus na cash pa.” Bumaba ang tono nito: “Grabe. Siyempre, ang sarap na ng feeling na kapag ‘yung pinaka-busy na oras ng restaurant na ‘yun, dun pa tinamaan ng libog si gago.”

At si Panfil naman ay kinuwento ang tatlong bully turned slaves nito.

"Ngayon, taga-crew na sila sa project ko… at tuluyan nang nagbago ang dynamics. I-used to be the smaller nerd pero ngayon labas ko lang burat ko ugh luhod na sila. One time napag-trip-an ko sila nag ‘bondage’ session kami. Tinuruan ko silang magsunod sa utos: gagamit ako ng ropes at gags pero controlled. Ngayon, tsa public atlong strong guys sila, ngunit syempre sa amin, nila masunod lahat ng command ko. Pinapakita ko sa kanila kung paano mag-pleasure nang tama — at kanila ring natuto kung paano maging mas disciplined. Ugh ang sarap. Minsan papaliguan lang ako ng laway nila. Minsan iihian ko sila. Nawala na ang bullying. They've become my concubines in private."

Natawa si Prof. CV, "can't blame them. Tangina. 'Yung burat mo kayang paamuhin kahit sino."

Biglang tumahimik ang kwentuhan nang tumunog ang telepono ni Pender. Itinaas nito ang kamay, “Hold up, guys. I just received a text.” Nagbukas ito ng phone at nag-scan nang mabilis. “Okay. Puwede na daw pumasok. Naayos na nila.”

Sumigunda si Royce, "yeah. Na-receive ko rin. Puwede na tayo pumunta sa resort after nitong lunch natin."

Napapalapak si Hansel, "shit. Excited na 'ko!"

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Pagkarating nila sa resort, diretso sina Hansel, si Prof. CV, at ang klaseng sa beachfront villa na puro puti at kahoy ang aesthetic. Malaki ang gate, may private na pier at infinity pool na tumatanaw sa dagat; halata ang luho: high-ceiling living room, glass doors, canopy beds sa terrace, at mga artworks na naka-frame sa walls.

Ang gandang venue para bagong episode ng masarap na kasalanan.

Sa living area, may dalawang lalaki nang naroon: sina Kade at Rayon. Pareho naka-neon pink speedo—skimpy, mataas ang cut sa hita—at kitang-kita ang anino ng muscles dahil sa body oil. Si Kade Fit Power (ang project ni Pender), fitness influencer, compact at defined ang katawan; si Rayon (ang Kuya na project ni Royce), mataas at broad-shouldered, basketball build. Pareho naka-smile pero submissive ang postura, parang mga alipin na handang magsilbi.

Nag-bow ang mga ito nang sabay, “Welcome po.”

Namangha si Hansel sa hotness ng dalawa: ang mga kumikislot bukol sa harapan, ang sheen ng balat, ang pagyanig ng mga hita sa bawat paggalaw.

Si Royce at Pender ang nag-prisinta sa dalawa na maging serbidor nilang pito habang sila ay nasa beach.

Lumapit si Royce kay Rayon at hinalikan ito nang mahaba—malalim, panandalian.

Nag-react ang mga kaklase. Sobrang makasalanan pero nakakalibog na makita ang magkuya na naglalaplapan nang ganoon. Ang nakatatanda pa ang siyang submissive.

Kita sa mukha ni Rayon ang lulok ng hangin; parang nagkabuhay dahil sa halik. “Shit. Salamat, ‘Tol. Na-miss ko ‘to,” ungol nito. Umangat ang bukol; nagkatinginan ang magkapatid nang may init.

“Siguro lagi mo akong iniisip, noh? Puwes kayong dalawa, pagsisilbihan niyo kami,” maangas ang tono ni Royce. “Huwag mo kaming pahihiyain.”

Tumango si Rayon, “Oo, ‘Tol.”

Kinuha ni Pender si Kade sa gilid. “Kumusta content?” tanong nito.

"Natapos na 'yung IG content na collab namin kanina," sabi ni Kade, "salamat Sir at pinayagan niyo kaming gamitin ito para sa content namin." Tumawa si Pender, "I'm sure maangas at alpha kayo sa content na ginawa niyo. Pero ngayon, mga puta namin kayo."

Tumango si Kade, "yes Sir."

Nag-anunsyo si Prof. CV, "well. Let's relax, shall we? Alam ko na sobrang hectic ng sem niyo, nakidagdag pa subject ko."

Parang mga bellboy sina Rayon at Kade na tumulong sa pag-ayos ng kanilang mga gamit. Minsan ay tsatsansing si Hansel sa seksi na katawan ng dalawa.

Nang matapos ang pag-aayos ay bumalik silang muli sa living room.

Inutusan ni Prof. CV sina Rayon at Kade. "Pagod kami. Pahingi naman ng live show diyan."

Nagsimula ang show sa halikan ng player at influencer—marahas at hayok na hayok. Nagkiskisan ang dalawang katawan, dibdib sa dibdib, balat sa balat; pumapailanlang ang mga ungol.

Halos maramdaman ni Hansel ang pressure ng pagdikit ng dalawa kahit nakaupo lang siya.

“Sipsipan kayo ng utong,” utos ni Toma.

Sumunod si Rayon; nakasupsop ang mga labi ni Kade habang may dila sa nipple. Ang maliliit na ungol ay tumalbog sa sala.

“Sige kiskisan ng mga bukol! Frot kayo!” bulalas ni Zim. Ginawa naman ng dalawa—ang mga speedo ay basang-basahan dahil sa precum. Nakasilip na halos ang mga ulo sa ibabaw.

“Himurin niyo bulges niyo,” sabi ni Zim.

Niligid ng dalawang serbidor ang isa't isa, gumagalaw ang mga dila, malalalim na licks sa shaft na nakakulong pa sa trunks. Mabilis ang ritmo; nagiging wild ang mga mukha. Kapwa parang mga batang adik sa lollipop.

Si Hansel, mula sa likod ng sofa, nagbigay ng utos: “Ilabas nito na mga titi niyo—69 kayo.”

Hindi nag-atubili ang dalawa; nag-rotate at natapos sa 69—ang ulo ni Kade sa pagitan ng hita ni Rayon at kabaligtaran. Nag-umpisa silang magtsupa ng sabay; ang living room ay napuno ng malakas na ungol at saltik ng laway. Ang mga kamay ay kumakapit, pero ang mga mata ay nakatuon sa audience—mga kakaibang nagmamasid.

"Mukhang buong araw kayong nagtitiisan kayo habang hinihintay kami, ah," buska ni Pender.

“Fill those holes with fingers,” dagdag ni Prof. CV.

Sumunod si Rayon; subo ng isa ay pinipiga habang ang daliri ay nag-i-insert sa butas ng kapwa. Malakas na mga katawan ang umiigkas sa ibabaw ng isa’t isa. Lalong lumakas ang mga ungol. Nangisay ang mga katawan.

Si Hansel at ang klase ay nanonood, naka-bihis pa man, pero halata ang mga bukol sa kanilang mga pantalon.

“Palabas na kayo,” ani Royce, at inutusan din ni Prof. CV.

Nag-ngisay ang dalawa. Tumakas ang mga muffled na ungol. Ang mga maskuladong katawan na ngayon ay imiigkas nang climax nang sabay. Ang isa ay nagpupuno at ang isa ay sumisipsip; may mga tamod na nalunok, may mga tumatakas sa bibig at dumadaloy sa baba.

Lumapit si Royce kay Rayon, tapos si Pender kay Kade. Hinalikan ang mga ito at nagsalo sa mga tamod.

Tumayo si Prof. CV, "well. It looks like we'll have a fun fun overnight."

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Si Hansel ay nakahiga lang sa jacuzzi nang alas onse ng gabi nang mapasulyap siya sa katabi—si Royce. Parehong naka-puting trunks lang sila, parehong may matigas na laman na kumikindat sa ilalim ng tela. Tahimik ang paligid; ang dagat ay kumikinang sa malayong ilaw. Dalawang katawan, iisang paghinga.

Mula sa malayo ay nakikita nila ang kanilang mga kaklase. Nakapila ang mga ito kina Rayon at Kade. Ang player at influencer ay nakatukod sa may bato sa may beach, basa at may buhangin sa katawan. Nakatuwad. Isa-isang kinakantot ng mga kaklase ang dalawang serbidor.

Rinig nilang dalawa ang mga hiyaw nina Rayon at Kade. Mga ungol ng sarap. Mga sigaw ng pasasalamat. Samantalang sina Pender at Toma ay panay ang mura at pamamahiya. Si Zim naman ay pinaglalaruan ang betlog ng dalawa. SI Panfil, as usual, ay kinakantot nang marahas nang salitan ang dalawa gamit ang 10-incher na burat nito.

Aliw lang na nanonood silang magkasintahan. Hindi muna nila pumiling sumali.

Inakbayan ni Hansel ang lalaki, "fuck. Nabago ang buhay ko in a span of just one sem!"

"Ako din! Tangina. Hindi lang ako naging bakla. Naging successful pa ako. Tapos naging boyfriend ko pa 'yung pinakanakakainis na tao sa mundo," sweet na biro ni Royce.

Pinisil niya ang kamay nito, "fuck. Tama ka. This has been quite a crazy ride."

Tumindi ang paghinga nila nang magdikit ang mga pisngi ng trunks sa init ng tubig—parang nagtuon pa ang pagkabuhay ng laman. “I love you, Hansel,” sabi ni Royce, malambing at matalim. Nanlambot si Hansel sa init ng boses; sumagot siya sa halik.

Dahan-dahan, sinimulan ni Royce ang pag-romansa sa katawan ni Hansel: dila sa leeg, halik sa dibdib, hinahalikan at dinidilaan ang ilalim ng mga ribs. Nag-aalab ang balat ni Hansel sa bawat pagdampi ng dila.

“Ugh—Royce—” ungol niya, tumataas ang tempo ng dibdib.

Hinila ni Royce pababa ang trunks ni Hansel, walang nag-aalangan. Nagliwanag ang ulo ng titi, may bakas ng malamig na tubig at alikabok ng buhangin na natuyo sa balat. Lumuhod si Royce, malapit, at sinimulan ang tsupa. Eksperto, mabilis, may tamang ritmo—nilalaplap, isinisubo nang malalim, hinihila at nilalamon ang bawat pulgada ng kanyang ari.

Habang ginagapang ni Royce ang bibig sa shaft, halatang sanay na sanay ito: dila na umiikot sa glans, paghila sa foreskin, ang tamis ng laway na naglilipana sa sulok ng labi.

“Oh my God, Royce—” sigaw ni Hansel, humahalinghing. “Shit—galing mo.”

Matapos ang ilang minutong pagsupsop, tumayo si Royce. Hinubad niya ang sariling trunks, pinakawalan ang malaki at makapal na burat.

Tumitig ito kay Hansel, seryoso. “Gusto mo subukan mo i-fuck ako ulit?” tanong nito, may halong curiosity at kaba. Nagkatinginan sila; isang beses lang siyang bottom noon — ayaw nyang magkamali.

"Sure ka?" gulat pero masayang sagot ni Hansel. Isang beses pa lang nakakantot si Royce, noong naging sila ni Hansel. Nasa beach din.

Tumukod ang kamay ni Royce sa jacuzzi. Tumuwad. "oo. Para alam mong iyo ako."

Pumuwesto na siya sa likod nito, "fuck. Royce. I love you."

Dahan-dahang pumasok si Hansel mula sa likod. Unang tutsok pa lang ay ramdam na niya ang higpit ng butas ni Royce, malamig ang paligid pero sumabog ang init sa loob niya. Mabagal muna, sinuklay ng kamay ni Hansel ang nito, humihikbi sa bawat pasok at labas.

Hanggang sa: “Fuck—Hansel—’yan—” ungol ni Royce nang marating ni Hansel ang tamang anggulo at ma-hit ang g-spot.

Nag-adjust si Hansel, pinapabilis, at unti-unti nagiging sigurado ang ritmo. Ang tubig ng jacuzzi ay naglalaro sa mga bewang nila, ang hanging dagat ay malamig sa mukha nila habang ang laman ay nagbubuhos ng init.

“Tangina, Royce—sobra,” sambit ni Hansel, panay ang muring pumipitas.

Si Royce naman ay hindi masanay mag-bottom, nanginginig sa halong sakit at libido, pero nanginginit ang mga nguni ng sarap at pag-aamo.

Bigla, sumilip sa gilid si Prof. CV—hubo’t-hubad, matigas ang burat at kumikislap ang pawisang ripped na katawan sa liwanag ng buwan na.

“Ohhhh, nice—Royce’s rare bottom moments,” mabilis nitong bungad, may ngiting mapanukso.

Nagpigil sandali si Royce, may hiya. “Hehe. Tinoyo lang po, Sir,” pulang pula ito.

Hindi nagtagal, pumuwesto si Prof. CV sa likod ni Hansel. “Pasok ako sa’yo,” utos ng propesor, maayos at malupit.

Hindi nag-aatubili si Hansel. Tinitigan niya si Royce, kumikislap ang mata. “Train—fuck—yeah!” sagot niya, sigaw ng hamon. Inilapat ni Hansel ang sarili sa pagitan nina Royce at Prof. CV: si Royce ang kinakasta niya, si Prof. CV naman ay sinasalubong ng butas ni Hansel.

Nagsimula ang ride. Si Hansel ang naglalagay ng ritmo: una mabagal, para masanay ang katawan ni Royce, saka unti-unting pinapalakas. Kasabay nito, si Prof. CV naman ay marahas na pumapasok sa puwet ni Hansel—malalim, walang awang pagpasok, tila hawak ang buong katawan ng estudyante. Ang tatlong laman ay nagsalubong sa gitna: si Hansel na kumakantot sa  nobyo, si Prof. CV na kumakadyot sa tiyan ni Hansel.

Umiigkas si Hansel nang may lakas sa bawat ayuda; ang mga mata niya ay mangiyak-ngiyak, ang bibig ay nakalukot at sumisigaw ng kalituhan at kaligayahan.

“Fuck—fuck—Royce—sir—oh—” namumula ang kanyang balat.

Si Royce ay lumingon at humalik, nagpapakain ng sariling dila sa labi ni Hansel at umiikot ang mga palad ng propesor sa balikat niya

Dinala ni Royce ang kamay sa matigas na uten sabay jakol sa sarili habang tinatanggap ang mga barurot ni Hansel.

Hindi nagtagal, si Royce ang unang napuno ng katas. Ang pagsirit ng tamod ay malakas, umiigkas at humahagulgol: “AAAAH—fuck—shit—” Ang tamod ay tumalsik at tumulo sa ibabaw ng kumukulong tubig. K

asunod si Hansel; pagkatapos ng ilang malalakas na kadyot, pinutok din niya ang sarili sa butas ni Royce—maliman na pagsabog at sigaw, ang buong katawan niya ay napaigkas nang malakas. "FUCK GAAAHH!"

Pagkatapos ng climax ay naupo silang magnobyo sa gilid ng jacuzzi, ang kanilang mga balikat ay basang-basa, ang mga mata ay nanlalabo sa pagod at tuwa. Nakatingala sila sa nakatayong propesor. Si Prof. CV ay nagjajakol, marahas, may malakas na boses. “Fuuuck. You’re my new alumni. My fucking new slutty alumni!” sigaw niya, malupit at may ngiting tagumpay.

Hindi nag-aksaya, binuhos ni Prof. CV ang kanyang tamod—una sa mukha ni Hansel, pagkatapos ay sa mukha ni Royce—malapot ang mga patak na sumabog sa mga labi nila, sa baba, sa dibdib. Napuno ang hangin ng taas ng lasa at asin. Hindi nila inisip ang anumang hiya; naghalikan sila nang marahas, sinasalo at pinagsasaluhan ang mainit na katas ng propesor, parang nagbibigay pa ng karagdagang lakas sa kanila.

Huminga ng malalim si Hansel, malagkit ang labi, ang puso’y tumitibok. Sa ilalim ng liwanag ng buwan, sa tunog ng dagat at pag-ihip ng hangin, ramdam niya iba na siyang tao. Si Royce ay nakangiti sa kanya, pagod ngunit masaya.

“Salamat,” bulong ni Royce, at niyakap niya si Hansel, ang malamig na tubig ng jacuzzi ay unti-unting nagpapalamig sa kanilang napakainit na balat.

Nakisali si Prof. CV sa halikan nila. Isang pagbinyag na nagsasabing naipasa na nila ang Success Studies elective.




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Wednesday, March 25, 2026

[SS-1671] Train Inappropriate


TRAIN INAPPROPRIATE

The car was packed like always. People breathing, screens glowing, bodies pressed. I stood with my back to the pole, shoulders squeezed by the crowd. My shirt was tight — way too tight — but I kept my tie on, kept my face calm like I was someone who had his life together.

Then a hand landed on my hip. Not rude, not violent. Just a touch that lingered. I should have moved. I should have stepped away. Instead my body reacted first — a stupid, hot reaction I wasn’t proud of. The guy behind me smelled like after-gym, metal and lemon soap. He was close.

“Excuse me,” I breathed, but he didn’t answer. He kept his hand there, like he was testing my patience. His other palm slid up, light at first, then with intent. People brushed past us, none of them looking twice. The world narrowed to the warmth of his palm and the press of the train.

My mind got loud. Angry. Who the hell? Who does this? And then there was another voice in me, soft and ashamed, saying slow down, don’t move. The hand moved again and this time I didn’t pull away. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the tiredness. Maybe it was the crowd. Maybe I wanted the small bit of attention I’d been starving for.

He leaned in, breath hot on my ear. “You okay?” he whispered. His voice was polite, like a question. My answer was some kind of sound that wasn’t a word. Before I knew it he was kissing me. Pressing his mouth to mine, urgent but not messy. It startled me — because I wanted to stop it and also wanted it to go on.


The train rocked and we rocked with it. People swayed, phones lit faces, someone laughed down the car. Nobody looked. It was like the world decided not to notice. His hands worked on my shirt. He tugged, slow, deliberately, as if he was unbuttoning a secret. I felt the cool of air as fabric slipped away from skin. It was insane and electric.


I was thinking, What if someone sees? and also — not thinking at all, just following the breath and the grip of his hands. His hand slid down from my chest, over my stomach, and right to my fly. He popped the button, the zipper whispering down. His fingers wrapped around my dick, already hard, and he started to stroke. A firm, sure rhythm that made my knees weak. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. It was too much. The world went white and I shuddered, spilling hot and wet into his hand and my underwear.

Then the car jolted to a stop. Lights flashed. A voice announced the next station. I was yanked awake, heart thudding, the world folding back into fluorescent lights and suitcases. Around me, people shuffled like nothing had happened. I realized I was still standing there, shirt mostly on, tie slightly crooked. My mouth tasted like the rush of someone else’s breath.

My head spun. I reached down and felt a dampness at my waist — a warmth in my underwear that I couldn’t explain. For a stupid second I wanted to laugh, then panic, then hide. The man behind me was gone. I stepped out at my stop and walked fast, tie slapping my chest, mind full of a thing I couldn’t name. The train moved away, lights blinking. I kept my hand against my stomach like a bad dream might fade if I pressed hard enough. But the dampness stayed.




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