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June 1, 2026.
Maingay ang mga kalsada ng Maynila. Ugong ng mga sasakyan kasabay ng maitim na usok na dumagdag sa polusyon ng siyudad. Ngunit sa kalagitnaan ng mga putok ng tambutso – ang karaniwang kulay abong hangin ay unti-unti napupuno ng buhay.
Heto na naman ang Hunyo. Unang araw palang pero gising na ang lungsod para sa Pride Month.
Mula sa bangketa, may mga commuter na bumababa ng jeep, naglalakad sa tabing-daan – bitbit ang makukulay na panyo. Paglingon sa kanan, may kulay rosas na payong, sa kabilang ibayo, kulay dilaw.
The place was buzzing with people marching – mula sa kahabaan ng Rizal Avenue hanggang Roxas Boulevard. People gathered, despite the scorching heat of the sun and the dirty air brought by the city’s pollution. Men, women, gays, lesbians – and even transgenders walked. Some wore colorful cropped tops, some wore colorful bikini tops paired with tattered shorts while they walked in their 6 inch heels bedazzled with sequins that shined.
“HAPPY PRIDE!” ang bating paulit-ulit na umalingawngaw sa paligid. Isang sasakyan na may malaking kulay bahagharing bandera ang bumusina, kasabay ng sigaw ng mga tao. Windows down, blasting Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” which ignited a different kind of pride for the people gathered there.
“Today, in celebration of Pride Month, we will be having a debate about the SOGIE Bill.”
Hiyawan at kantyawan ang umalingawngaw sa buong amphitheater habang klase ni Mr. Diaz. Nang itaas ni Mr. Diaz ang kanyang kamay – senyales upang patahimikin ang klase, ay muli itong nagsalita.
“I know you lots have different opinions about this,” he started. His voice was so serious – laced with a challenge. “So, we divide the class into two. You will choose a representative for each group who will stand here in front. I want a clean and respectful debate. No personal attacks.”
“Shet, exciting gago.”
“Huy, si ano ilaban natin!”
“Teka, pag-isipan natin.”
“Tangina, gusto ko dun sa kabilang group.”
Mixed reactions from the crowd erupted. But one student from the opposing team raised his hand with pure confidence – making the whole class look back towards him.
“Sir,” he started. “I will represent the opposition.”
Wu Suowei. The Supreme Student Council President. Bilang presidente ng student body, kilala si Suowei bilang isang pragmatiko at lohikal. Kung ano ang nakasulat sa batas – what is conventional, that’s where he stands. He brings himself with confidence and the wits – that’s why he became the student council president.
Ang bawat salitang binibigkas nya ay may tamang diin – ngunit may talas. Walang urong-sulong. Walang ‘uhm’ or ‘ah’ – purong logic lamang.
Siya lang naman ang isang klase ng estudyante na hindi mo gugustuhing makalaban sa isang debate – the vine says that right after debates, his opponents would sit down with a bruised ego. Kaya kung sino man ang hahamon sa kanya sa araw na ito, nararapat lamang na handa itong lumabas ng amphitheater nang talunan.
Collective shouting erupted in the whole amphitheatre.
“As anticipated, always. How about the affirmative side?”
Biglang nanahimik ang amphitheater. Sino nga naman ang may gustong magpakain nang buhay sa isang Wu Suowei?
Ang mga estudyante ay lumihis ang tingin kay Mr. Diaz, pinipilit na ibaling ang atensyon sa iba upang hindi mapili. Wu Suowei stood in front of the crowd, a small smile forming on his lips.
He knows who he is. And he knows he’s the shit.
Not until a chair loudly scraped off the floor, the screech caught the students off guard.
Dahan-dahang tumayo ang isang estudyante, his hands in his pockets – eyes looking straight forward, taking on the challenge.
Chi Cheng.
The president of the Human Rights and Gender Equality Organization ng unibersidad. Si Chi Cheng ang apoy na handang sumunog sa kahit anong lumang sistema – lalo na kung ang talakayan ay tungkol sa karapatang pantao. Kung si Suowei ay kilala sa lohika, si Chi Cheng ay kilala sa talino pagdating sa hustisyang panlipunan, empatiya, at and kakayahang maghimay ng mga isyu madalas binabalewala ng madla.
Chi Cheng is gay – and he’s proud. He’d been out the closet without his consent since highschool – and ever since – he’s been advocating for autonomy and choice.
His organization – which faced lots of backlash and lots of discussions with the upperhead, opened doors for people like him who were once deprived of the chance to make a choice for themselves. He made this his life’s mission to create a safe space for students like him to freely express themselves – creatively, academically, and institutionally.
One could say – he deserved to be deemed as one of the most respectable figures in the university.
Alam ng buong student body ang hirap na dinanas ni Cheng noon. Hinarap niya ang sunod-sunod na backlash mula sa mga estudyante, mula sa mga tao sa taas – ngunit sa halip na sumuko – ay mas lalong lumakas ang advocacy para sa mga nabibilang sa minority.
Nawala ang ngiti sa mga labi ni Suowei nang tumayo ang binata. Kilala niya si Cheng – not personally – but he hears things. Word gets around that he tends to be the promiscuous one. Word also gets around that he tends to hop from one relationship to another.
I mean, can you blame Cheng? Have you seen him? He is literally the epitome of beauty and brains.
His stomach turned with whatever it is he cannot explain.
“Mr. Chi,” sambit ni Mr. Diaz, mga matang nagningning at dugong tila nabuhayan sa nakikitang tapatan.
Cheng walked down towards the stage and every step exuded confidence. Sa usapang SOGIE, dugo at pawis ang ginugol ni Cheng upang gamitin ang kanyang boses at kapangyarihan upang bigyang liwanag ang mga tao hinggil sa isyu na ito.
“Masamang masanay na laging nakukuha ang gusto nang walang kahirap-hirap,” panimula ni Cheng – hinahamok ang presidente ng Supreme Student Council.
“Section 1, Article III of the 1987 Philippines Constitution states that ‘No person shall be deprived of life, liberty, or property without due process of the law, nor shall any person be denied the equal protection of the law.’” panimula ni Suowei. Tumingin siya sa kabuuan ng amphitheater, makikita ang mga estudyanteng nakikinig nang maigi sa kanyang pananalita. Ibinaling niya ang kanyang atensyon pabalik kay Cheng.
“We are already protected by the law. Looking at the hard facts and the legislation – it is already stated na walang sinumang tao ang dapat pagkaitan ng proteksyon sa ilalim ng ating batas. The law does not care whether you’re a man, a woman, or another gender. Regardless of how you dress and how you express yourself, you are already protected under the law.”
Tumingin siya kay Cheng – straight into his eyes – challenging him.
Isang mabigat na katahimikan ang bumalot sa buong amphitheater. No one even dared to speak – nor create a sound.
Si Cheng na dating kalmado ang itsura ay tila nabuhayan.
“It’s really nice to go back to the Constitution. Only if you’re reading this in an airconditioned room, Mr. Wu.” His opening line hooked the audience, making them move to the edge of their seats.
“You say that the Equal Protection Clause is sufficient, right? You argue that the law does not care what your gender is. You’re right. The law is blind. But that's what is also wrong with it.”
“Dahil sa pagiging bulag ng batas, hindi nito nakikita ang mga pasa sa mukha at braso ng isang gay man na binugbog sa isang eskinita dahil lang naka-makeup ito. Dahil sa bulag na batas, maraming tinanggihan ng trabaho dahil lang sa kasarian nila. Oo, bulag ang batas. Bulag ang sistema sa katotohanan na may isang partikular na sektor sa lipunan na may nakapaskil na target sa kanilang likod.”
‘Oohh’s’ were heard from the crowd. Cheng does have a point. Kung anong kinabulag ng batas, ay iyon din ang dahilan kung bakit maraming targeted na sektor na hindi nabibigyan ng hustisya.
“Jennifer Laude, may her soul rest in peace,” bigkas ni Cheng. Ang pangalan iyon ay tila isang malamig na hangin na dumaan sa kabuuan ng amphitheater. Mayroong mga napatahimik, mayroong mga nagbulungan.
“Her case is concrete – it’s controversial. Yet, it is a heartbreaking proof of what happens when the system fails to see the gender-based violence for what it truly is. She was murdered because of the deep-seated prejudice. She was killed because of transphobia.”
“Mr. Wu?” Mr. Diaz spoke, urging the opposition to speak.
Suowei did not speak for a while. He allowed himself to collect his thoughts against a formidable opponent. But when he did speak, the atmosphere in the amphitheater changed.
“The murder of Jenniffer Laude was indeed a tragedy. A horrific crime.” Suowei started speaking, his voice echoing the silence. His voice did not contain any hesitation – he kept his mind cool. “However, using a criminal case to appeal and to justify a flawed bill is something I cannot acknowledge.”
“Let’s look at the legal reality, shall we?”
“Joseph Scott Pemberton was punished under the law. Under the Revised Penal Code, Article 249. He was charged with homicide. Sentenced. Jailed. The point is, the law did work. The system recognized that there was an injustice and punished the man. It was the same law that protects all human beings from violence.”
The crowd murmured.
The tension in the amphitheater was growing. And it’s just a matter of time till it explodes.
“If a person is assaulted, it’s covered under Physical Injuries or Battery. If a person is killed, it falls on either Murder or Homicide. Minumungkahi mo na kailangan ng isang batas na base sa ating subjective definition. It is an insult to our justice system. We do not need a separate law. We do not need redundancy.”
“The law must remain blind to everyone to maintain its fairness. To suggest that we should pass a bill that protects “identity”, we insult the law protecting the freedom of thought which is also protected by the law.”
The amphitheater almost erupted into shouts not until Cheng cleared his throat once again.
“Homicide. Hinatulan siya ng homicide. Sapat na ba para sa’yo yun, Mr. Wu?” mahinahong imik ni Cheng, mga palad ay namamawis sa hamon.
“If we’re going to talk about facts, he was only convicted of homicide because the defense pleaded for mitigating circumstances. They said Pemberton acted out of emotion and anger rather than a premeditated action. Ang katwiran? Nalamang transgender si Laude.”
Cheng wasn’t proud of it, but his emotions were getting in the way. And he knows too well that in front of a logical person like Suowei, he would not win.
“Ginamit niyang katwiran ang kasarian ni Laude upang mapababa ang kanyang parusa. And what’s worse? The system favored it.”
“If the law becomes blind to injustice, it opens the door for discrimination to be used to plead for a lighter sentence.”
“You said the SOGIE bill is redundant. But let’s look at the VAWC. Did the conservatives argue about the redundancy, if we're going to put it that way? No. Because the state acknowledges that the sector is vulnerable and they needed additional protection.”
“You misunderstand what the SOGIE Bill entails, Mr. Wu. It is not insulting the freedom of speech. It’s about policing your intentions and your actions,” patuloy ni Cheng. His voice shook, not because he was scared – but because he knew his heart was getting in the way.
He knew that once he lets his emotions win, he would jump straight into Suowei’s trap. One wrong move, one emotional break, his arguments would be deemed void.
“The SOGIE Bill seeks to punish the deprivation of job opportunities, the disparate treatment against minorities in the workplace. The SOGIE Bill seeks to protect the sector from discrimination in public spaces in the context of one’s identity.”
“If you think this bill oversteps the boundaries of your rights of freedom of thought and speech – you allow discrimination and the denial of the rights and dignity of persons. That is the real insult, Mr. Wu.”
Cheng was chasing his breath brought by the adrenaline from the argument – his hands balled into a fist at his sides and as he looked at Suowei, he looked for any reaction from his stoic expression.
But Suowei was very hard to read.
“You speak of compassion. You’re letting your heart take over, Mr. Chi.” Suowei countered. “But lawmaking is not an exercise of empathy. It’s all about precision.”
“With how I see it, the way you let your emotions get in the way is the sole reason why this bill is still not passed up to this day. Ang batas ay sinusulat with an objective mind – hindi ng puso.”
“You wear your victimhood like a badge. You think it makes you untouchable. But you are a laughingstock because you take this debate seriously while your whole identity is based on who you’re with and how you spend your promiscuous nights. You base your identity with the flags you’re waving.”
“Kaya walang sumeseryoso sa mga bakla na tulad mo.”
And it finally exploded.
Napatigil ang mga estudyante sa loob ng amphitheater. The room fell silent with the homophobic remark that the Student Council President said.
“Mr. Wu. That’s out of line.” Mr. Diaz interrupted.
Lahat ng mata ay napalipat kay Cheng, who was now breathing heavily, akmang manununtok kung wala lamang sila sa isang pormal na sitwasyon.
“So much for being objective, Mr. Wu. Now I know what you really think of us. I think my point stands, Mr. Diaz. I yield.”
And with that, he walked off the stage. Not because he was defeated, but because he was able to peel off the layers that Suowei tried so hard to conceal.
No one dared to speak – not even a squeak. They watched as Chi Cheng walked out of the amphitheater, leaving Suowei on stage with his ears red.
The day flew by in a daze, and Chi Cheng was in a foul mood the whole day. He attended org meetings – yet his mind was somewhere else.
Wu Suowei. The Supreme Student Council President… was homophobic.
Parang binabaliktad ang sikmura niya sa tuwing naaalala niya ang mga salitang binitawan ng SSC President.
Ang taong dapat kakampi sa madla tuwing sila ay agrabyado, ang taong dapat ginagamit ang kanyang boses upang magtuwid ng baluktot ay siya pang nagpapakita ng isa sa pinakamalalang uri ng diskriminasyon.
Paano natin aasahan ang ating mga kapwa na lumapit sa awtoridad kung ang presidente mismo ng student body ay hinuhusgahan ka? Sa kasarian mo? Sa kung paano mo i-presenta ang sarili mo?
Ito ang taong pinagkatiwalaan at binoto ng libo-libong mga estudyante. Si Suowei ang lideratong dapat nagpapasiklab sa apoy ng pag-asa sa puso ng mga tao. Ngunit ito rin ang taong umapak sa karapatan ng minorya sa loob ng campus. Sa harap ng napakaraming estudyante, pinakita ni Suowei kung sino talaga sya.
“Tol.”
Si Guo Chengyu. Ang kanyang bise presidente. 24, pansexual. The ice to Chi Cheng’s fire. In organization meetings where things get heated and Chi Cheng is on the verge of having an emotional break, Chengyu is there to always put out the fire.
“Heard what happened.” Chengyu said, napabuntong hininga na lamang si Cheng.
“Oms. Bwisit ako, Chengyu. Tarantadong presidente ‘yan.”
“The school forum has been very noisy because of the debate.” sambit ni Chengyu sabay upo sa lounge chair ng org room. “Some agreed, but some criticized him. I dunno how the SSC will deal with this.”
“They can’t. Goodluck nalang sa damage control.”
Chengyu snorted. Cheng was right. With such a big and reputable figure like Suowei, slips like this would take a toll on the public trust and the reputation of the whole Supreme Student Council.
“Tell you what, NOVA org organized a party down the street… The bar we used to frequent. Shuo and others will be there. Blow off some steam, hmm?”
“Shuo?”
“Yup. Sa kanya ko narinig ang nangyari kanina sa amphi. He said the first round of tequila shots would be on him.”
Cheng sighed. He needed to get away. Saka nalang siya mag-iisip ng paraan kung paano mababawian si Suowei.
The bar was buzzing with life. Once you enter, you can already see the pride flags hoisted up the pillars of the bar, waving along with the thrums of music. The people were lively, bawat pitik ng balakang ay sumasabay sa masiglang tugtog. Ang hangin ay amoy ng pinaghalong alak, vape, at pabango.
“Chengyu! Cheng!”
Narinig nila ang pamilyar na sigaw ng kaibigan na si Shuo mula sa ikalawang palapag ng bar, overlooking the whole dance floor.
Wang Shuo, 23, gay. He was the president of the Gender Equality Organization ng kabilang unibersidad – a close friend of Cheng and Chengyu. He was one of the people who urged Chi Cheng to propose the organization sa kanilang unibersidad – and for that – they had forged a very close relationship.
He was wearing a mesh top which showed his torso. His hair was neatly made as he wore a rainbow eyeshadow.
Very Shuo.
The two made their way up the mezzanine and from there, they could see that the venue was full of people from all walks of life. Down below, the dance floor was overflowing with colors – the sea of pride.
The dance floor looked like a living testimony of the community Suowei just dismissed hours ago.
“Look at you, runway model?” Chengyu joked.
“What can I say, Gyu. The world is my oyster.” landing sabi ni Shuo as he twirled, showcasing his whole outfit. “Yo, Cheng. I heard.”
“Man, ‘wag na natin pag-usapan ‘yan.”
Cheng took the shot glass from Shuo’s hands and downed it like it was water.
“Hey, relax. Mahaba pa ang gabi.” Shuo laughed before handing him a red cup with a tamer alcohol in it.
They collectively turned and watched the sea of people enjoying their time. Chappell Roan’s song “Femininomenon” blasted on the speakers, and people shouted the chorus in unison.
What a beautiful sight.
This is what Cheng lived for. For people to freely express themselves. Kung sa kanta man yan, sa pinilakang tabing, sa mga artikulo, kwento o tula. He just wanted people to have the freedom to express who they are without any judgment.
He wanted a world where people are allowed to love who they want. Mapa-lalake, babae, bakla, tomboy, o transgender. He wanted that life for all.
But the world is too cruel. Too cruel to people like him.
“You know, I bet that SSC President is gay.”
That caught Cheng and Chengyu off guard.
“Hoy Shuo, bunganga mo.” banta ni Chengyu.
“What? The most homophobic people are the freakiest. Repressed sexuality. I’ve seen this type before. Kinama ko nga,” Shuo continued.
“Galit na galit, gusto magpapwet? Please, babe. If he was as logical as people said, he wouldn't resort to throwing a tantrum during a debate. That’s literally projection.”
Napatitig si Cheng sa kanyang baso, habang pinapadaan ang kanyang daliri sa rim nito.
“Dapat diyan sa mga homophobic na yan pinapasakan ng tite sa bibig para tumahimik.”
This made Chengyu laugh. But Cheng was showing no emotions at all.
“Tara sa baba, tol. Sayaw ba,” yaya ni Chengyu sa presidente. Chi Cheng downed the fruit punch to dull his inhibitions. This night was his, anyway.
Nang bumaba sa dance floor si Cheng, Chengyu, at Shuo – agad silang nilamon ng malakas at masiglang tunog ng speakers, blasting “Rush” by Troye Sivan. The neon lights illuminated the bedazzled outfits of the dancers at dumiretso na ang tatlo sa gitna ng dance floor.
Humiwalay si Shuo upang makihalubilo sa iba pang miyembro ng NOVA org – iwan si Cheng at Chengyu sa gitna ng madla.
Cheng started to loosen up. His shoulders which were once stiff from the stress of the day started to move. Chengyu noticed the hesitation and did not waste any time approaching Cheng, his body walking towards the president.
Chengyu snaked his arms around Cheng’s waist to urge him to move – at bumigay rin naman si Cheng. Itinaas ni Cheng ang kanyang kamay upang magpadala sa ritmo ng musika – letting himself be consumed by the music. They danced like the night belonged to them. And because of their build and aura, ang dali nilang nakuha ang atensyon ng iba pang mananayaw sa dance floor. Walang malisya – but their chemistry as a pair was enough to draw attention.
Chengyu walked behind Cheng – his hand still on the president’s waist, his head resting on Cheng’s shoulder as they grooved along the rhythm.
They danced.
Not a care in the world.
Hindi pansin na may isang taong pumasok sa club – the last person Cheng wanted to see tonight.
He watched as Suowei complained, his brows knitting together as he was pulled towards the bar. He watched as he looked around, observing the people in his surroundings. Yet, he still cannot read what he was thinking.
What is he doing in a place like this?
He continued dancing – he tried to divert his attention back to Chengyu and all the other people he was dancing with
Yet, he cannot get his mind off Suowei. Ang dating inis ay dating bumalik – at nangati ang kanyang mga kamay. Hindi niya maatim kung saan nakakakuha si Suowei ng kapal ng mukha upang subukan makihalubilo sa mga taong kinamumuhian niya.
And with that – he let his pettiness take over. He walked away from Chengyu and looked around. Looking for a person who looked like Suowei.
He was going to give him a show tonight.
“Weiiii~ C’mon! Loosen up!” Yue Yue said, pulling Suowei inside the bar.
When Suowei walked inside, he saw the banners and flags waving along with the music. He saw people dancing in the middle of the dance floor – people having fun.
He wasn’t.
He was still preoccupied by what happened in the amphitheater.
“Do we really need to have fun in a place… like this?” Suowei hesitated.
“Para ka kasing tuod! You need to relax, we’ll do damage control tomorrow!” Shuai countered. Suowei did not answer and just let himself be taken inside.
They walked towards the bar while Yue Yue ordered drinks for them. He looked around, observing the people. They looked… free. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. He saw people holding hands, laughing over the music – some were even kissing under the neon lights.
Everyone in here looked completely unbothered. And that stirred something inside Suowei.
Disgust?
Confusion?
These are the same exact things that his parents warned him about. For all his life, he was sheltered – forced to live under his parents’ shadows.
“Avoid bad crowds.”
“Do good in school.”
“Run for presidency.”
“No matter what, babae at lalake lang ang pwedeng maging magka-relasyon.”
Those are the words that he often heard from his parents ever since he was a kid. And so ito ang mga aral na dinala nya hanggang sa lumaki siya. Now, that he’s somewhat free from his parent’s watch in college, being around the people his parents warned him about was giving him a culture shock.
It was a violent contrast to the suffocating walls of his own mind.
“Three tequilas, bro!” Shuai shouted over the music – but Suowei barely heard him because as he roamed his eyes around the area, he saw the last person he wanted to see tonight.
There he was, a tall man dancing amidst the crowd – Chi Cheng.
He watched as Chi Cheng moved with grace, his body rolling with the music – laughing loudly as he threw his head back, beads of sweat escaping from the strands of his hair.
This was different from the Chi Cheng he saw back in the amphitheater. This Chi Cheng looked… free.
He watched a few more minutes until he felt Shuai’s nudge on his shoulder, holding a glass of alcohol. “One glass, to loosen up.”
He took the glass, downed it in one go before looking back at Chi Cheng.
But this time, he saw that Chi Cheng was looking at him too – a piercing stare amidst the sea of people.
Umigting ang kanyang panga, kasabay ng pagbaliktad ng kanyang sikmura. They locked eyes. But what baffled him more was the way Cheng’s lips slowly formed a smile.
“Banyo lang ako,” he said to his friends before walking away. He was unfamiliar with the place, constantly bumping shoulders with strangers.
Masikip. Mainit.
Ang mapang-asar na ngiti ni Cheng ay sariwa sa utak nya. Nang makita nya ang banyo ay agad itong pumasok – the loud music outside seemed like it softened a little – allowing Suowei alone with his thoughts inside.
Napahawak siya sa marmol na lababo at tinignan ang kanyang sarili sa salamin.
“Bakit ka ba sumama dito, Suowei? You should be at home, studying.”
Hindi niya alam kung ang init ba na nararamdaman niya ay dala ng alak o dahil pakiramdam niya siya lamang ang naiiba sa mga tao sa paligid nya? Walang silbi ang kanyang lohika kung napapaligiran naman siya ng mga taong malayang mabuhay. And it was making him uncomfortable.
Sampung minuto ang lumipas at bumalik na siya sa bar, kung nasaan ang kanyang mga kaibigan. When he got back, he received confused looks from his friends.
“Where have you been?” Yue Yue asked.
“Bathroom. It’s too loud in here.”
“I thought…” pagpapatuloy ni Shuai.
“You thought what?” Suowei asked, confusion plastered across his face.
“Akala namin ikaw ‘yon…” Yue Yue finished Shuai’s sentence before looking at the dance floor.
Lo and behold, Chi Cheng. Kissing someone – a man. Suowei squinted his eyes and realized something.
That the man has the same features as him.
Slim stature, brown hair, wearing a white shirt and pants – kagaya ng suot nya ngayon.
He stared – a little too hard than intended. He watched as Chi Cheng snaked his hands sa batok ng lalaking kahalikan niya – walang pakialam sa kung sino ang nanonood. Ang halikan nila ay malalim, mainit, mapusok.
Kung mula nga naman sa malayo, iisipin mong kahalikan ni Cheng ang lalakeng nakainitan niya kanina sa amphitheater.
Pretty ironic – depende sa kung sino ang tatanungin.
Habang kinakain nila ang mukha ng isa’t-isa, napatigil si Suowei nang biglang umangat nang bahagya ang mukha ni Cheng – locking eyes with him.
Suowei should’ve looked away, but he cannot. Sa gitna ng mapusok na halik – hindi mawala ang matalas at mainit na titig ni Cheng. Direktang tingin – which again stirred something inside Suowei.
Hindi alam ni Suowei kung ang init ba sa kanyang dibdib ay dala ng alak o dahil sa pakiramdam na parang siya nga ang mga nasa bisig ni Chi Cheng. Sinasadya ba ito ni Cheng? Para siyang pinaglalaruan, hinuhubaran ng depensa.
When the music ended, so did their staring contest.
Suowei felt dizzy – he needed to get out.
“Yosi lang ako.” Suowei said to his friends. He didn’t even bother to hear what they had to say. Halos nagmamadali siyang lumabas, almost pushing everyone in his path.
He walked in an empty alleyway, before taking out the pack of cigarettes from his pockets. Nang buksan ang lighter at nang masindihan ang sigarilyo, humipak ito nang malalim. Sumandal si Suowei sa malamig at magaspang na pader ng eskinita, at dahan-dahang ibinuga ang hangin sa ere.
The memory of Chi Cheng staring deep into his soul while kissing another man was ingrained in his mind.
But his main question was: Why can’t he look away?
He reeled in the cold feel of the air while he smoked – yet not even 10 minutes passed, the club doors opened. He turned and a familiar figure walked out.
Chi Cheng.
Napatigil si Suowei sa paghipak ng sigarilyo – nanatili ang usok sa kanyang mga baga at tila bang nakalimutan niya kung paano huminga.
The tall man walked towards the same alleyway, taking out the pack of cigarettes he had also tucked away in his pocket.
Nang makakuha si Suowei ng lakas upang bumuga – tila nalagutan ito ng hininga nang magsalita si Cheng. “First time mo dito?”
Suowei looked. Chi Cheng was calm and collected. A stark contrast to his internal battles. “Mhmm.” he nodded.
“Kumusta? Hindi ka naman nasusuka?”
That caught Suowei off guard. “Excuse me?”
“With the show I gave you awhile ago,” Cheng smile – isang mapanuyang ngiti ang sumilay sa kanyang mga labi. “Also dahil ang lugar na to ay puno ng mga taong kinamumuhian mo.”
Ah sinadya nga.
Ang kanyang panga ay muling umigting – halos manakit na ang kanyang mga tenga.
“I’m not gonna ask you to apologize, wag kang mag-alala.” Pagpapatuloy ni Cheng, “I know your pride can’t take it.”
“Apologize? For what?”
Hiniwa ng boses at pride ni Suowei ang malamig na tensyon sa pagitan nila. Sharp and precise, he took a slow drag of his cigarette – hoping the nicotine could calm his nerves.
“I won’t apologize for the things I said.”
“Right.” Cheng let out a low chuckle. Muli siyang humipak mula sa kanyang sigarilyo, the glow of the stick illuminating the dark alleyway.
“Noong highschool ako, I was assaulted.”
Napatigil si Suowei.
“I was raised sa isang relihiyosong pamilya. Ang babae ay para lang sa lalake yada yada… But I knew I was different. I knew that’s not who I was…”
Suowei let the cigarette butt burn, ashes falling onto the ground.
“Then I fell in love. High school. Nainlove ako sa Senior ko. I didn’t know any better. I was young, naive, still exploring. Hindi nga ako out sa magulang ko.”
“Am I the right person to tell this to?”
“Dahil homophobic ka? Makinig ka nalang kasi. Daming satsat.”
Napatahimik si Suowei.
“I started to hangout with the bad crowd. Uminom, nag-yosi. I started to rebel. I was almost disowned.”
“Then one night, tumakas ako sa bahay. Kasi sabi nung ex ko, kaming dalawa lang daw. And so I did. Not knowing that my life would turn 180.”
“We had sex, for the first time. It was… new. I thought consummating our love would make our relationship stronger. Tapos kinabukasan, nalaman ko nalang na he was taking a video the whole time. He sent it to everyone. To his friends, to people outside the school.”
“Eh yung tatay ko may reputasyon sa bayan namin. He heard. He knew.”
Ang katahimikan sa pagitan nila sa eskinita ay naging mabigat. Ang tanging nararamdaman niya lamang ay ang mabibigat na salita ni Chi Cheng habang ang upos ng sigarilyo ay dahan-dahang bumabagsak sa sahig.
“Hinubaran ako ng tatay ko sa harap ng pamilya ko,” pagpapatuloy ni Cheng – even the mention of his father left a bitter taste in his mouth. But he remained calm – walang luha, walang panginginig sa boses. He took a puff of the cigarette, the smoke lingering in the cold air outside the bar.
“He beat me until I could not stand. Isinusumpa niya ako. Dinalhan ko raw ng kahihiyan ang pamilya namin. Ang dumi ko raw. Salot raw ako. Isang sakit."
Tumingin si Cheng kay Suowei – and about this time – wala na ang mapanuyang mga ngiti. Yet, Suowei felt his cold and intense stare.
“Kaya nung narinig kita sa loob ng amphitheater – using logic and the law to say those things. Laughingstock? No one can take us seriously? Hindi ko naririnig ang mga argumento mo, Suowei. Naririnig ko ang boses ng tatay ko. Naririnig ko lahat ng taong tumitingin samin na parang hindi kami tao.”
Napalunok si Suowei – ang kanyang lalamunan ay tuyong-tuyo.
“At ang kwento ko palang ang naririnig mo. Paano ang sa iba? Tell me Suowei. Paano mo lalagyan ng lohika ang kwento ng mga taong pinapatay sa bugbog dahil lang sa kasarian nila? Dahil pinili nilang magmahal ng tao na labag sa kasulatan ng Bibliya?”
Suowei did not talk for a hot minute – not because he didn’t know what to say, but because of the cognitive dissonance. But he chose to speak even when he should’ve just stayed silent.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. But my point still stands, Chi Cheng.” Suowei’s mouth worked faster than he could even consult his brain.
Isang mahinang tawa ang lumabas mula sa mga labi ni Chi Cheng. “Tangina, ang tigas mo,” binitawan ni Cheng ang sigarilyo ay tinapakan gamit ang mga botang suot nito. Sa pag-apak sa upos ng sigarilyo, unti-unti itong lumapit kay Suowei – slowly closing the distance between them.
“I’m a little curious, though.”
Unang hakbang papalapit kay Suowei, isang hakbang palikod ng isa.
“A-ano ba, lumayo ka nga…”
“Mr. Wu…” Chi Cheng’s voice dropped into a low register – his steps getting closer and closer hanggang si Suowei ay tuluyan nang napasandal sa magaspang na pader – his breaths getting shallower by the second.
“Salot pa rin ba tingin mo sakin? Samin?” the question dropped like a bomb at ramdam ni Suowei na namamawis ang kanyang mga palad.
“Yung nangyari sa’yo, it was unfortunate, and I sympathize. But…”
“But?”
“I won’t change my mind.”
Tumawa nang mahina si Cheng – tumitibok ang sentido sa inis.
“Hah… tangina…”
“Now would you please, back off?” Suowei evaded his eyes the same way he evaded the question.
“Why? Straight ka di’ba? Why are you bothered?” bumaba ang ulo ni Cheng palapit sa tenga ni Suowei – his breath sending shivers across Suowei’s spine. Ramdam na ramdam ang init ng hininga ni Cheng – may amoy ng sigarilyo at alak. Itinukod ni Cheng ang kanyang kanang kamay sa pader – tuluyang hinaharangan ang kahit anong daan palabas.
“Cat got your tongue? Can’t spout logic now? Or in denial ka lang? You can’t even answer the damn question.”
“I… In denial? The fuck are you talking about?” Nakayukom ang kamao ni Suowei sa kanyang gilid – restraining himself. Gusto nyang umamba ng suntok, diretso sa panga ni Cheng. Pero tila nakapako ang mga kamay nito sa gilid niya, maging ang paa sa aspalto. “Umalis ka sa harap ko, Cheng.”
“You know what I think?” Chi Cheng refused to listen, his voice transformed from a low register to a breathy whisper. “You’re scared. Takot ka sa sarili mong anino. But your pride is too high to even admit it to yourself.”
“Ang kapal ng mukha mo-”
Bago pa man matapos ni Suowei ang kanyang sasabihin, kinuha ni Cheng ang kanyang kamao at idiniin sa kanyang dibdib. Ramdam ni Suowei ang mabilis na tibok ng puso ng lalaking nasa harap niya.
“Prove it then. Patunayan mo sa’kin,” hamon ni Cheng. His gaze darkened as the tension in the alleyway grew heavier. “One night.”
Isang insulto para kay Suowei ang hamunin ni Cheng nang ganito. He should be pushing the man away, to punch him, to go back to his friends or maybe go home and pretend like this never happened.
Pero may parte rin sa kanya na gustong pumatol. Gumanti. Manakit.
“You wouldn’t dare,” sabi ni Suowei, ang mga panga ay umiigting habang hindi umaalis ang titig sa mga mata ni Cheng.
“Subukan natin, Mr. President. Hmm?” sagot ni Cheng – na ngayon ay pinapadaan ang kamao ni Suowei mula sa kanyang dibdib pababa sa kanyang pantalon.
Nang hindi sumagot si Suowei, hindi na nag-atubili si Cheng at pinagtagpo na ang kanilang mga labi.
“Hmmph!” Ang mga mata ni Suowei ay nanlaki, completely caught off guard with the kiss. His hands flailed, trying to push Cheng away, but because of Chi Cheng’s build – wala itong nagawa.
“Hindi naman titigas ‘yan diba? Isang gabi, Suowei.” ang malamig at malambing na boses ni Cheng ay sapat na upang makaramdam si Suowei ng pag-ikot ng tiyan.
Cheng’s hands traveled to Suowei’s waist, grabbing it and pulling him closer. It was then na napansin ni Cheng kung gaano kaganda si Suowei – as his features were illuminated by the neon lights from the bar sign pati na rin ng ilaw galing sa buwan.
Mapilantik ang pilikmata ni Suowei, casting shadows against his cheeks. May dalawang nunal sa magkabilang pisngi, making his face look perfectly symmetrical. Ang mga mata ni Suowei ay mapungay – his half-lidded eyes locking with his.
“Grabe. Sa ganda mong ‘yan, galit ka sa bakla?”
Kinuwelyuhan ni Suowei si Cheng with a flared temper. “Tangina mo.”
“Spicy, just the way I like. So ano, Mr. President?” Hinalikan ni Cheng si Suowei sa leeg — nibbling, sucking — at ramdam ni Suowei na nanghihina ang mga tuhod nito.
“W-wait… N-not here… Mhhmmm…” pabulong na singhal ni Suowei. His arms and legs were jelly as he felt Chi Cheng’s soft lips on his neck. Napakapit nalang ito sa kwelyo ni Cheng – tuluyan nang nawalan ng lakas upang itulak ito palayo. “B-baka may makakita…”
It was the perfect paradox: the man he was taught to loathe was the same man who was making his knees weak.
His brain felt like it was melting under Chi Cheng’s touch. His body was heating up – his heart was beating so hard and so fast it felt like his ribs were going to bruise.
“Sarap…” paos na bulong ni Cheng, his lips stopped at the spot where the jaw met the ear and he could feel Suowei’s quick pulse underneath his skin.
Inilayo nang bahagya ni Cheng ang kanyang mukha upang tingnan muli ang mukha ni Suowei. By now, Suowei was staring absentmindedly ay him, eyes half lidded and his chest heaved – lips slightly ajar. Hinawakan ni Cheng ang panga ni Suowei gamit ang kanyang kamay, thumb grazing over Suowei’s bottom lips.
“You will regret this, Chi Cheng…” pagbabanta ni Suowei. But his words held no substance as he looked helpless under Chi Cheng’s touch.
Chi Cheng smiled, still looking at Suowei’s lips before shaking his head from side to side. “Nope. I don’t think so. I’ll show you a good time, hmm?”
Bago pa man makasagot si Suowei, binitawan ni Cheng ang panga nito at hinila siya sa pulso. He brought Suowei to the parking lot, inside his car – away from the noise of the club.
Cheng opened the passenger seat and pushed Suowei inside, he followed soon after. The outside world started to blur – ang tanging naririnig na lamang ay ang mabibigat nilang paghinga, kasama ng init ng katawan ng isa’t-isa.
Cheng loomed over Suowei, his arm pressing on the sides of his head. Masikip at mainit – ang katawan ni Cheng ay nasa pagitan ng hita ni Suowei. The students council president was getting dizzy – hindi niya alam kung ito ba ay dahil sa alak, not that he had many, o kung dahil ba ito sa amoy ni Cheng which completely took over his senses.
Dahan-dahang ibinaba ni Cheng ang kanyang mukha pababa sa tenga ni Suowei, ang mainit na hininga ay tila isang kuryenteng gumagapang sa buong katawan nito.
“Ch-Cheng… Baka… baka makita tayo…”
Ang dating mga kamay ni Suowei sa kanyang tagiliran ay umangat sa mga matitigas at malawak na balikat ni Cheng – hindi niya alam kung itutulak niya ba ito o hihilahin pa lalo palapit. Ngunit ang kanyang katawan ay tila may sariling isip, kusang gumagalaw at sumusunod sa bawat galaw ng lalaking nakapaibabaw sa kanya.
He turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. His brain was cursing Cheng with all the curse words that existed – but his body responded affirmatively to Cheng’s touch – completely letting him in.
“Tinted sasakyan ko, ganda.” bulong si Cheng. He wanted to ruin Suowei. He wanted to step on his ego. He wanted to show him how easy his logic and laws can dissolve kapag ang kanyang katawan na ang mismong naghanap ng init ng isang lalaki.
“Walang ibang makakakita kung paano ka uungol sa ilalim ko,” isang garapal na ungol ang kumawala sa lalamunan ni Suowei nang biglang sipsipin at dilaan ni Cheng ang kanyang tenga pababa sa kanyang leeg. Napakapit ito nang mahigpit sa balikat nito – absentmindedly bucking his hips to meet Cheng’s.
“Shit, Suowei. Get yourself together,” Bulong ni Suowei sa sarili.
Pero sa kada hagod ng kamay ni Cheng, kada lapat ng labi nito sa kanyang balat – ay tila may kakaibang klase ng apoy ang lumiliyab sa kaibuturan ng pagkatao nito. He felt as though he was being slowly and torturously destroyed down to his core.
It was the kind of sensation he never felt, despite having enough sexual experiences with women.
Napasabunot si Suowei sa buhok ni Cheng as he felt the other man bite on his collarbone. Dahan-dahang bumaba ang isang kamay ni Cheng pababa sa dibdib ni Suowei, his thumb circling the sensitive bud perked on his chest.
“S-sandali–” pilit na hinawakan ni Suowei ang mga kamay ni Cheng. Pumayag siya sa larong to thinking he would be the one in control. But seeing their positions right now, and seeing how Cheng’s eyes reflected such predatory desire, that thought was slowly being crushed.
Sa isang iglap, umupo si Cheng at inadjust ang driver’s at shotgun seat. This left them with enough space to roll around at the backseat. Cheng sat down, legs wide. Kitang kita ni Suowei ang umbok sa pantalon nito – his manhood demanding for attention.
Cheng started to unzip his pants, letting it fall off on the floor of the car – revealing his thick and hard length. Nanlaki ang mata ni Suowei. He was pretty endowed, for sure. But Cheng’s cock was thick and long – almost half a forearm?
Tao pa ba to?
“Ano pa hinihintay mo? Subo mo, Suowei. Dapat sa bibig na ‘yan pinapasakan.” hamon ni Cheng.
Halos nayanig ang katinuan ni Suowei. Ano daw? Isusubo? Never in his life na sumubo siya ng tite – much less something as thick and long as Cheng’s.
Susubo? Siya ang susubo? Siya ang luluhod at gagawa non sa lalaki?
“Sira ka ba? I’m not going to-”
“Hindi mo kaya? Nasaan ang tapang mo, ganda?” putol ni Cheng, ang playful but predatory smile plastered on his face. Hinawakan niya ang batok ni Suowei at ibinaba ito papunta sa kanyang ari.
From here, Suowei could smell the hint of sweat and the perfume that clung to Cheng like a second skin. Up close, you could see the veins popping out. Cheng’s cock was the textbook definition of perfect.
It should be an instinct to move away – to push Cheng and leave the car. Kasuhan si Cheng ng kung anong kaso ang pwedeng ipatong sa kanya. But fuck, his lower half was churning. It was an ugly feeling – but he cannot find the strength to turn away.
The cognitive dissonance completely destroyed his system – replaced by pure, unadulterated lust that he tried so hard to push at the back of his head but it was something his body cannot deny.
“Open your mouth, ilabas mo dila mo.” utos ni Cheng. Napalunok si Suowei nang mariin bago sumunod and the second his tongue touched the tip of Cheng’s cock, he could taste the precum that was beaded at the tip.
Maalat, Mainit.
“Agh… Shit. What the fuck?”
Pero tangina, bakit ang sarap?
Suowei jolted away, but his efforts were futile as Chi Cheng shoved his head back down.
A groan escaped from Chi Cheng’s lips, as he felt the president’s wet and hot tongue against the tip of his cock. He bucked his lips upward – towards the shaking lips of the president. His fingers dug into Suowei’s hair, his grip laced with something dark, possessive, and predatory.
The pressure on Suowei’s lips made him open his mouth – accepting Chi Cheng fully. “Putangina, Suowei… No teeth- fuck… Hollow your cheeks. Sipsipin mo.”
Chi Cheng’s low voice was sending currents of electricity down to Suowei’s manhood. Suowei tried to remember how his women sucked him off – and he tried to emulate it.
Tangina, bakit ko ba 'to ginagawa?
“Isubo mo’ko hanggang sa mapuno ‘yang bibig mo ng lasa ko.”
Fuck.
Napakapit nang mahigpit si Suowei sa matigas na hita ni Cheng, digging his nails against his skin as his eyes shut – trying to take every inch. At dahil hindi naman talaga sumusubo ng tite si Suowei, mangiyak-ngiyak na ito nang maramadaman ang dulo ng ari ni Cheng na tumama sa kanyang lalamunan – making him gag.
Gargled sounds filled the car, at ang mga luha ay tuluyan nang umagos mula sa gilid ng kanyang mga mata. Kada tulak sa kanyang batok ay may halo nang dahas – dala na rin ng gigil ni Cheng na kanina pang nakahawak sa kanyang batok.
“‘Yan, ganyan nga…. Sipsipin mo pa yung dulo,” singhal ni Cheng – his waist bucking upwards to meet Suowei halfway.
Before Suowei knew it, he was gone. Tuluyan na syang nalasing sa sensayon. Wala na siyang pakialam kung gaano kahaba or kataba ang ari na lumalabas pasok na kanyang bibig. All he can feel is the addictive current that runs through his veins.
Inangat ni Cheng ang kanyang ulo, taking his own cock out of Suowei’s mouth – a string of saliva still connecting them. He pressed Suowei’s cheeks, looking straight into his hazed eyes. He smiled, before pushing Suowei’s head back down, making him swallow his cock whole once again.
“Ubos na ubos mo, ganda.”
“Haaaa… Tangina, Suowei- init ng bunganga mo…”
“Ibaon mo pa…
“Jakulin mo ‘pag hindi mo masubo.”
Cheng’s words were intoxicatingly dangerous. Suowei’s nerves buzzed with a different kind of excitement.
“Hnnghh…”
“Mmmphhh!”
Wet and sloppy sounds echoed inside the car. Kasabay ng pagkamuol ni Suowei ay ang paghinga ng malalim ni Cheng – as the other continued to whisper dirty shit in Suowei’s ear.
Sa bawat malalim na baon ni Cheng, nararamdaman ni Suowei ang kuryente sa ibabang bahagi ng kanyang katawan – nagbabadyang umabot sa sukdulan.
Hinila muli ni Cheng ang ulo ni Suowei, dahilan upang mapaubo ang binata. Souwei was already drooling, tears staining his cheeks, but his ears and face were flushed as he looked directly at Cheng.
“Ang dumi mo na,” ngiting bulong ni Cheng, habang pinagmamasdan ang basang mukha ni Suowei. Hinawakan niyang muli ang panga nito, “Pero tangina, mas lalo kang gumaganda ‘pag ganyan itsura mo.”
Hindi na makasagot si Suowei – he breathed heavily as he tried to chase Cheng’s eyes. His legs were pressed together, trying to hide the fact that he was already hard down there.
“Look at me,” sambit ni Cheng, habang sinasalsal ang sariling ari malapit sa mukha ni Suowei. A few more pumps later, strings of white liquid spurted across Suowei’s face.
“Ahhhh… putangina, Suowei…” umungol nang malalim si Cheng, lolling his head back as he reeled in the intensity of his orgasm. Suowei accepted it all – as if nasa tamang pag-iisip pa ito para pumalag. Hinayaan niyang markahan siya ng tamod ni Cheng, even licking some that spurted on his lips.
“Shit. What a waste. You look too pretty to be a homophobe, Mr. Wu,” bulong ni Cheng, before crashing his lips onto Suowei’s. Wala itong pakialam kahit malasahan pa niya ang sarili niyang tamod – if anything – it was making him more excited.
“Tangina, nawala yung tapang mo kanina? Nabusalan ka lang ng tite? So fucking easy.” kantyaw ni Cheng, smearing the cum from Suowei’s face towards his lips. Suowei sucked on them, taking all of Cheng’s liquid.
“H… Halik…” mahinang sabi ni Suowei. He didn’t care anymore – the ache in his lower body was begging to be released.
And he needed it now.
“Anong sabi mo?”
“H-halikan moko, please…”
Isang ngiti ng tagumpay ang sumilay sa mukha ni Cheng. It didn’t take much to break Suowei’s defenses.
Shuo was right, maybe these assholes just needed to be put in their place – and by their place – we mean under him.
“Kala ko bakla kami? Salot? Bayot? Ano pa, ganda? Sabihin mo…”
“P-please… Halikan mo na ako…”
Cheng smiled. Hindi na niya pinatagal ang paghihirap ni Suowei. Marahas niyang hinawakan ang panga nito bago idiniin ang labi sa nagmamakaawang bibig ni Suowei.
This time, the kiss was different. It was messier, hotter, hungrier. Cheng explored Suowei’s mouth – leaving no area unexplored. He claimed every bit of him that night, tasting his own cum and both their salivas. Umungol si Suowei sa loob ng halik, his hands finding their way around Chi Cheng’s nape.
Kusang gumalaw ang katawan nito, as he propped himself on top of Chi Cheng’s lap. And without any prompting, he moved his hips as he grinded on top of Chi Cheng’s cock.
“Mmhhhmmm…”
Chi Cheng pushed Suowei’s body so his small frame laid on the center console. Suowei’s body stretched, the moonlight illuminating the smooth expanse of his torso. Then Cheng’s hands traveled from his chest down to his stomach before it stopped on his zipper.
“Beg for it, ganda.”
Suowei groaned in frustration. The anticipation was driving him insane.
“P-please… Cheng, putangina, sige na…” hikbi ni Suowei as he bit his finger – feeling Cheng’s fingers toying around his pants. His chest was heaving.
“Gagawin kong paboritong bisyo ng katawan mo ang tite ko, Suowei. When this night ends, I will make sure na hahanap-hanapin mo ‘tong gagawin ko sa’yo. Magmamakaawa ka, Suowei. Magmamakaawa ka para lang maranasan mo kung paano ka mapuno ng isang bakla.”
“Hnnnggghh… Tangina, Cheng!” Suowei cried in agony.
Isang matagumpay na tawa ang pinakawalan ni Cheng nang marinig ang pagmamakaawa ni Suowei. This is exactly what he wanted to do. Suowei is exactly where he wants him to be.
He took his sweet time pulling Suowei’s pants off – ang galit na ari ay nagbabadyang sumabog with just a simple touch. He chuckled at the sight of Suowei’s cock throbbing, waiting for him.
He circled Suowei’s precum around the tip, making the president writhe on top of the center console. Halos mangiyak-ngiyak na ito sa tindi ng panggigigil at sa bagal ng galaw ni Cheng. He bucked his hips upward, chasing the friction.
“‘Wag mo na kasi akong laruin!” hikbi ni Suowei. His fingers held on the sides of the driver’s seat and the shotgun seat, burying his fingers on the leather.
Chi Cheng’s fingers traveled from his cock to his whole and it throbbed upon contact.
“Gusto mo ‘to? Anong sasabihin mo?”
“Ipasok mo na… Bilisan mo…”
Satisfied with the compliance, Cheng gave Suowei what he wanted. He pushed a finger inside, and Suowei hissed upon entry. His back arched at tuluyan nang napaluha ang mata. It was only just a finger, but the way Cheng was filling him – hitting the spots he didn’t know was there.
Hindi niya maipaliwanag, but this level of pleasure was different from everything he had experienced before. Well, probably because he wasn’t on the receiving end back then.
When Cheng removed his finger, Suowei whimpered from the loss of contact. He looked up and saw Cheng aligning his cock with his entrance.
The difference from Cheng’s finger to his cock was obvious. At bago pa man maproseso ni Suowei ang mga nangyayari, binuwelo ni Cheng ang kanyang balakang at marahas na ipinasok ang kanyang haba sa isang malalim at sagad na paggalaw.
“A-aaaahhhh!”
Isang hiyaw ang kumawala sa lalamunan ni Suowei. Ang kanyang buong katawan ay bumanat, nanginig sa ibabaw ng center console.
“Putangina, ang sikip mo. Babaliin mo ba tite ko?”
“Ang laki! Fuck, tangina-” ang mga luha ni Suowei ay patuloy nang umaagos mula sa kanyang mata pababa sa kanyang pisngi. Ramdam niyang punong-puno siya – ramdam ang bawat ugat ng ari ni Cheng na pumupuno sa kanya.
Cheng thrusted, kasabay nito ang pagsalsal sa ari ni Suowei. The double assault was sending Suowei into a frenzy. Cheng was hitting the right spots all the while palming his hard erection. All he could do was moan, and writhe, and cry under him.
“C-Cheng, teka…” pabulong na pigil ni Suowei ngunit ang kanyang mga binti ay kusang humihigpit ang yakap sa bewang ng lalaki.
Hindi siya pinakinggan ni Cheng. Sa isang iglap, muli niyang isinagaad ang kanyang balakang – mas marahas na ang paglabas pasok sa nagmamakaawang butas ni Suowei.
“Shit, it’s too deep!”
“Ganyan dapat, para mabuntis ka,” gigil na sabi ni Cheng. “Gusto mo ‘yun diba? Magpa-buntis sa isang bayot na tulad ko?”
Nalulunod na si Suowei. Ang kanyang utak ay tuluyan nang binalot ng ingay at purong sarap na may halong sakit. All he could do was nod and speak incoherent words as Cheng continued to drive it home.
“Umiyak ka pa, ganda… Pakita mo gaano ka kahayok na hayok sa tite ko, hmm?” bulong ni Cheng, lalong binilisan pa ang galaw ng kanyang balakang – destroying every ounce of sanity Suowei had left.
“Hahanap-hanapin mo to, Suowei. Kahit ano karumi ang tingin mo sakin, sa akin ka lang luluhod. Naiintindihan mo?”
“O-oo! Please!”
“Lalabsan nako, sige pa-” pagmamakaawa ni Suowei, ang kanyang balakang ay kusa nang gumagalaw habang sinasalubong ang balakang ni Cheng – his orgasm fast approaching.
“Sige ganda, ilabas mo lang…” lambing ni Cheng habang binibilisan ang paggalaw ng kanyang kamay sa pagsalsal sa ari ni Suowei.
“Ch-Cheng! Ah- putangina, sige pa–”
Wala nang natitirang preno sa katawan ni Suowei. His orgasm came crashing down on him as his cum spurted across his whole stomach.
“Fuck- wait-” sa paninikip ni Suowei, hindi na rin napigilan ni Cheng ang sariling rurok. The veins on his neck protruded as he drove one last punishing thrust before spilling all of his cum inside Souwei.
Hingal na hingal ang dalawa, while Cheng’s cock was still inside Suowei. Suowei’s chest was heaving – his eyes having a hard time readjusting to the lights around him.
And that’s when the realization came crashing down like ice water.
What the fuck did I just do…
The silence that stretched in the car was deafening, save from the faint hum of the air conditioner and his own heavy breathing. He suddenly became aware of his surroundings – from the feel of the leather seat to the way he could still himself being stretched out by Chi Cheng’s cock.
It took everything in him to prop his head up – staring at the seminal fluid on his stomach down to the hands that were still holding his waist.
His ego, his pride, his “logic” – they all dissolved because of this man.
Nilabsan ako… Nagmakaawa ako… Hinalikan ko sya…
He ought to feel disgusted. This went against everything he was taught.
But what’s scarier is that: he didn’t feel repulsed by what happened – the realization of the truth na ang kanyang katawan mismo ang gumawa ng desisyon at naghangad ng init ng katawan ng lalaking nasa ibabaw niya was the real danger.
He adjusted his position but Cheng held him in place.
“Isa pa.”
“Ha?!”
“The night is young, malay natin magkamilagro at mabuntis ka pagtapos ng gabing ‘to.”
Namula ang mukha ni Suowei – and as if his body was reliving what happened minutes before – he tried to scramble away but the man was stronger than him.
Ramdam nito na muling tumigas si Cheng sa loob niya.
“Tangina, manyak! Bitaw!”
“Isa pa, ganda.”
End of Part 1.