Here's the latest chapter of J O Y
"Top or Bottom" this will be the end of the first book of J O Y. Watch out for the second book with more characters, new situations, new encounters, new break-ups, and it all ends now at BED.
Let The Joy Rise!
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J O Y by Reggie Tangan
Disclaimer: all of the characters portrayed here are used fictitiously, and used for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to the characters and situations are purely coincidental.
This story is for adults only; if you don't like sexual themes, please leave immediately.
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"Top or Bottom"
"If this happened five years ago, someone would have fired me from my previous work," Tonj says, "But I quit just for Peter. I've changed. It's the new me, especially when I met you, Jethro. If someone can't deal with my sexuality and my son, fuck 'em."
"Guess what?" I say. "My friend Chris Basco called and wants to meet you." As we all know Tonj has finally admitted to the guys that he has a five-year-old son, Peter. With that on the open I realized that I would be involved with this kind of predicament when my single life and not-so carefree life became a sudden mission to become a parent.
Does that sound exciting? Maybe, maybe not, but who knows?
"I got us reservations at this new restaurant in Greenbelt 2!" Travis almost shouted but not trying to get anyone's attention. With all new connections with the culinary network of friends as well as pumping down information to the hottest places other than Malate, Travis was always on the prowl to make our lives either on the pinnacle of the social ladder or even the sake of enjoying exquisite life on the fast lane even though both Alex and I couldn't afford it.
"No catch, we all deserve something," he added, that added a point to his thought.
Might as well enjoy it.
But sometimes, Alex, who was always a bit thrifty and not that flaunty like Travis, but he sure knows how to make something out of nothing. Remember that he works out at Gold's Gym, he got his whole-year gym- all-you-can membership because he knows someone there, actually, he dated one of the head honchos and even though the head honcho didn't last long before Alex had chance to 'pump' him, he told Alex to keep the membership and five more years to that.
I just noticed Alex was mumbling something while munching our lunches in Greenbelt 3's oh-so-fabulous Food Choices. I didn't want to talk about it, but at some point I was concerned.
When Alex mumbles, there's something wrong, it's either one of us or something else.
"Alex, what's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," he said, though I noticed he was playing with his Jambalaya rice instead of devouring it as usual. "Nothing, really." "Come on, there's something on your mind." Travis seemed to beg. "Please." I begged as well.
Alex didn't want to, but I guess in due time he will tell.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
"I want to be the bottom guy!" "What!?" Both Travis and I almost laughed when we heard it all from dear Alex's mouth. Then utter silence.
"You're telling me you miss being..." "Fucked?" Travis bolted in. "Are you sure I'm hearing this right, you want to be..." "Fucked!" Alex finally said. "I guess screwing Ken was enough but I do want to be sometimes on the receiving end, if you know what I mean." "We do, sweetie, but hearing this from you is very surprising." I said.
Totally surprising.
We didn't care the people who were looking at us amidst lunchtime in Greenbelt 3's Food Choices, though Alex's situation was both funny and serious, we couldn't help but laugh since most of our problems finish off with a laugh.
"Really guys, I missed being bottom guy." Alex persisted. "Why didn't you tell us before?" I asked, I managed to fix a bit of Alex's lowering hair from his face. He looked really well, limp.
"The thing is I can't tell which one is the receiving end," I said as I continued to talk to Tonj about this new predicament we all have. Of course in sex there has to be the submissive and aggressive, top or bottom, and other possible jargons we will not go through.
"So you think Alex isn't getting enough about sex?" Tonj cocked up an eyebrow as if curious or something, seeing that reaction I sprung up my hand and slapped him. "Wake up, lover boy!" I said. "Ouch! That smarts!" Then he smiled, as if he wanted to get slapped. "Try to focus on the question, which one is the receiving end, because all I know we get pleasure from either parties, like for example..."
Tonj moved a bit closer to me, stretched his arm on my waist.
"Please," I was trying to act not to like his arm around my waist. "I bet you already know the receiving end." Tonj responded and a quick smooch, he did answer my question.
So we all know how us people get on the bedroom, there'd be some little or big argument of who gets to be the top or bottom, I even thought there are some gay men who prefer to be tops, and others be the bottom guy, or by leaps and bounds become versatile men depending on how they perform on bed, but let's not go there.
The next day Alex called me up after that surprising revelation in Food Choices. They had an argument on how Ken would be the top for the meantime and get Alex to somehow enjoy being the bottom guy for once.
Am I the right person to talk about bedroom woes? Hey, I'm a gossip columnist and not a counselor for couples!
"Maybe my roots as a budding gay man has starting sprouting in the wrong direction and my libido is raging, and my need to be fucked is driving me crazy. Am I crazy, Jethro?" Alex asked. "Jeez, Alex, you've said a mouthful..." "And?" "You're not crazy. You're just obsessed getting fucked." "Me? Obsessed? I don't think so." "Come on, though I know you need some old-fashion loving." I said. "It's more than just fucking, I guess." Alex ckeared his throat knowing that when it comes to a relationship sex was just a part of it. "Maybe I just Ken to be there for me." "Right!"
But then again...Alex Santos, you are obsessed!
Let me get a second opinion. See? I'm not good talking about sexual problems.
We later moved to Dr. Margarita Holmes, known for her rather explicit ways of telling what's wrong with you, all in good taste that is.
"Do we have to?" Alex asked, as if skeptical going to a shrink. "Yes, it's about you get yourself a shrink, and besides, I'm giving you a discount." I smiled. "A discount? Why?" Alex looked at me, looking more skeptical. "Refer-a-friend, works all the time." I smiled again. We approached the receptionist and declared our appointment with the shrink. Still, Alex didn't look convinced that his sexual problem was something a knock-knock on the head.
"And besides she makes great cookies." I say. Yummy!
Travis is by all means in touch with both parties of pleasure. Being the versatile person that he is, he makes everything worthwhile and as much as possible make the relationship short. But this one was totally different from most men Travis dated.
There came Mr. Show-off, twenty-something, nice car, nice gadgets and loves to show off his precious nothings and flaunt them and ensure proper insecurity around him. Some people get annoyed by his actions, but to Travis, he seemed that Mr. Show-off's show offs are stupid, childish and plain vain, and most of all grotesque.
"So I thought we could pass by the car wash for something." Mr. Show-off said as he and Travis were on their way to Libis and go to Aruba! Just for kicks and a possible hook-up, but the idea of going to a car wash before a date was plain boring and time-wasting.
"Sure, just make it quick." Travis almost pleaded as if no one was listening. So he fiddled with his cell phone, trying to avert his oh so glizty smile I swear Travis looked away from his blinding smile.
They did go to the car wash and made Travis wait for twenty minutes when they should be in Aruba! eating as well as having a few drinks and stuff like that, as well as the inevitable hope of getting laid.
But to his dismay, Mr. Show-off was plain showing off. Even though the guy was good-long, Travis didn't like the idea of someone who was obsessed with the details of his so-called 'material world.'
"You know what?" Travis begin to look directly to Mr. Show-off. "My car is a beauty, right?" Showing off again, very sickly said. Then he ordered one of the wash boy to detail the car with an old toothbrush so every clean, neat, and shiny.
"Yeah, pretty obvious, and then some." He retorted, and with his now evil mode on, he walked away from the car wash, Mr. Show-off only looking awed from what Travis is doing. He summoned a cab outside and went to Aruba! and look for another date. Maybe inside the said place would be a great start to pick one.
Which he did. Let's go to Aruba! one time. So we can enjoy going there alone and eventually get ourselves a date.
There he met Mr. Marvelous, thirty-something looked twenty-something, but always nice and not unlike Mr. Show-off. He was devoid of any gadget that is the very envy of everyone. He was just sitting to one of those bar chairs I forgot the real name of those chairs. Anyway, Travis wanted to get his hands on him.
Marvelous as his name implies.
"Excuse me," Travis said, apologetically, as if excited to make the move. With a wave of a hand he ordered his drink, double vodka tonic, as usual, to kick things off.
"That's cute." Mr Marvelous said, finally noticing Travis' subtle hint, motioned the bartender to get him another drink.
Ian Basco was on his way to school, he usually takes the bus to go to Ateneo De Manila even though his dad, Chris insisted in taking him there every morning.
God! I'm late again, he would usually say.
Though stress and school activities would eat him whole, he would have some spare time to look around for a potential boyfriend. Of course, Ian still prioritizes his work in school, and as much as possible finish everything and give himself a deserving education.
Yeah, right.
Upon reaching the school entrance, he accidentally bumped into some guy. The guy whom Ian bumped evidently didn't like what he did by showing him a cold glare. The guy was wearing glasses and as if didn't mind what happened so eventually he walked off to one of those huge halls of Ateneo.
Sorry. He silently said. He was, but the guy he bumped was cute as well.
After a struggle, Ian managed to reach his classroom just in time for his subject, Social Studies, which he hates as he told me before, but he knows he has to pass every subject to at least earn him something for his future, albeit he wants a stable future with a matching boyfriend with that.
Ateneo wasn't the exact place to look for one, but rumors say that the most powerful gay men come and teach there. Yes, gay professors.
Like, have you met Danton Remoto?
Back to the potential manhunting in Ateneo, I suggested Ian not to pick up someone in school grounds, as if I was playing second dad to him, as we all know his dad, Chris has full-time job as a designer and a Dad.
"Why shouldn't I? The gay men here in Ateneo are plentiful," Ian said. "I know, but you can't just pick someone out just for convenience." I said, trying to tell him that love comes in mysterious ways.
And sometimes weird.
School is the best place to meet new friends, enemies, terror teachers, bimbo cheerleaders and clueless jocks. It is so-called 'collection' of beautiful people, freaks and dorks, the rich and the financially challenged. The place where people will look at you top to bottom and will judgemental in what you say and do.
A common place where everyone is looked upon how low or how high, it is the place for students like Ian to look for a future in the ruthless reality we face, not a place to look for love.
And of course, this is just my opinion.
I managed to gather my wits to join this gay support group Tonj was going to, without my knowledge but was acceptable since he was having issues of being gay and stuff like that. That also includes fatherhood and a possible parenthood status that I will eventually get when I start parenting a kid, or even kids.
"It's a good thing you came along," Tonj thanking me, "This really mean a lot to me." I didn't feel obliged or something, it felt that I had to be there, to know more about him, and other gay men who have issues that they cannot resolve themselves.
"Sure, my pleasure," I said, stomping on the cigarette butt I just extinguished after smoking it, "Tell me what to expect about the group?" Deeply, I was intrigued to what the people would say there. "Nothing much, I wouldn't suggest Travis to go here." He jerked a smile, a really evil smirk. "Why?" As if I didn't get it. "Oh, got it."
The gay support groups caterered to gay men each with distinct yet well all too common issues, also that same issue that's been bugging Alex was considered in this support group.
Mental note: make sure Alex enrolls himself in this gay support group.
"So I thought," One of the gay men there started to talk, "Maybe dating that male model wannabe wasn't such a good idea..."
"But you know..."
Everybody is actually listening, even me.
"Boy, he was great in bed."
There was a collective sigh, Tonj and I both smiled, also thinking that everyone is dysfunctional and flaws, yet we are capable of proper thinking. But there were some issues cannot be tolerated by support groups or even those counselors who make you pay sums of money for just a small amount of time.
We were all on the receiving end, we just don't know what we are getting. Its like a huge birthday present and we don't know what's inside, but eventually it satisfies us, yet we have expectations.
I later convinced Ken to have lunch with me in Popeye's, just to get on the conversation of things. Well, just to clear out some bad air Alex may have exhausted. I wanted to help Alex with his top or bottom situation.
"Alex and you are not in good terms, and I know what's wrong." I said. "Yeah, I bet you have, I know you value Alex's opinion on everything." He slumped a bit, forgetting he was eating his ordered chicken meal. "I also value yours, you're my friend too." I assured him that anyone who are in my circle of friends are of value.
"Alex is so obssessed being the bottom guy because he's accustomed to being one." I started explaining the lowdown on what Alex is like even before Ken Tatlongreyna met him. "He gets dated, he isn't the one who dates men."
"And?" Ken was beginning to sit up straight, as if interested. "It's just that Alex wants to be in the other end of the receiving end, and you know what that mean. Right?" I squinted an eye. "Yeah, I guess." He smiled, I could tell Ken always want the best for Alex, and I want the best from the both of them. "I have to say Alex is a great boyfriend, and he's really my best friend," Ken said, "He's all I've got." "Then give him 'loving' that he needs."
Then in struck me. I remember the times when I was in my social hiatus in college. Those were the times when I had so much love to give but no one seems to want it. I could tell that Alex gave so much love he didn't really experience love from someone.
"Alex is always on his work, wait it's six o'clock, he should be in Gold's Gym working out." I said, immediately, Ken gathered up his belongings, he was happy to know that certain problems have solutions.
We just need someone to point it out sometimes.
Chris Basco was by no means happy because one of his designs wasn't featured in Designer Depot's upcoming fashion show. His work was snobbed by critics. But what can he do?
"There will be next time," Chris said, but he's not down and out, he's just been temporarily buzzed-off. "Hey, you told me you're going to introduce me with your significant other, right?" He looked again, now with a smile on his face. "Yeah, and he's here right now." I said, we both look the incoming hot guy with geeky glasses with a semi-fit dragon shirt, his taut muscles were complimenting the shirt.
Those are the perks when you hang out with a guy who works in a clothes store.
"Hi Jethro," he finally greeted, "So you must be Chris Basco, Jethro's best friend." He smiled and sat down beside me. "Well, it's nice to finally see who Jethro is raving about."
Yeah, I think so.
"So I can see you guys are having a jolly good time." Chris asked. "We are, we are happy." I told him, Tonj smiled and somehow his life came with a purpose; to love someone who truly understands who he is. "I've really changed when I met Jethro, he gave me direction, and new lease in life." Tonj said, truly he said those words from the bottom of his heart. I knew he loves me, and I love him too. "Come on, let's get out of here, I hear Travis is waiting for us at that new restaurant in Greenbelt 2." "Right on!" I said.
As we entered the new restaurant Travis was raving about, we saw both Travis, Alex and Ken, and of course Ian, who is by the way in the course of getting a real boyfriend. Everybody was cheering and laughing on our way to our table.
Travis was right, we all deserve something.
With our glasses raised up to the air, I wanted to toast on how good life was and that fate gave us the right dysfunctionality to turn around...
"Guys, with all my heart to our joy." I felt like crying. "Tonj patted my back, his eyes shone brightly, and he whispered...
I'm so proud of you Jethro, you truly have.
"To joy! Happy Birthday Jethro!!!"
Oh, I haven't mentioned. Today's my birthday. I'm noot really the type of guy who celebrates birthdays so extravagant. But I only live once, and if someone wants to give me a helluva great party. Why not?
Later on, I decided to spend the night at my place, alone.
Tonj understood that I wanted to spend time alone to reflect to what I've done from the past year that was somehow good and sometimes queasy, but I seem to get something good from everything.
But then again, I got lonely.
"Hey, it's me!" I called Tonj up thru my 7650 Nokia cellphone. "Hey kid, what up?" I could sense his restlessness from his voice. "I have a sudden change of heart," "And?" "You don't mind going over here, right?" "I don't mind." "Ok, then. Just one more thing, can you but me ice cream?" "I already have, I'm here outside your place."
What?!
I immediately ran out of my room, with the cellphone on hand and saw Tonj just outside the gate, he held up a huge gallon of vanilla ice cream and more, he also bought marshmallows, my favorite treat!
"You know what?" I looked snidely towards Tonj. "What?" "I brought along another surprise." Tonj smiled. Out from the car his son, Peter appeared almost asleep but somehow happy to see me. "Oh, you poor kids, come on inside it's cold out here." I said. I carried Peter in my arms and lead them inside my place. Tonj gave me a sweet kiss and I kissed him back.
"Jethro, you give me so much joy." He said.
I know, I know.
So what happens next after this? I just let our love between me and Tonj fulfill our destiny and somehow live our lives what we want to be without inhibitions, without limits, without barriers.
Just pure joy.
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