Mr. Generous

Before there was F, before there was E, there was CB. Club Bath is the mother of bathhouses here in the metro. Back in the 90s, after I had graduated from cruising in movie houses and public restrooms and from frequenting massage parlors, CB was the only place I’d go to if I felt particularly frisky and wanted a safe place to scratch my itch.

Back then I already noticed this particular guy: around 5’6” or 5’7”, Fil-Chinese looking (more “Fil” than “Chinese” though), about five years or so older than me. He had a pretty well-built body—full pecs, bulging biceps and triceps, and an almost six-pac. I say “almost” because there was a thin layer of fat all over him, like the kind when one eats really well and lives the good life. Okay, so maybe I’m romanticizing his layer of fat. In other words, his body is not that cut and well-defined, but he’s got the bulk of a guy who seriously works out.

Anyway.

When I first saw him I didn’t approach him; he looked like someone out of my league. He’d always be standing in one corner with his hands crossed over his chest, sometimes not moving from that spot for minutes on end. Very patient, very aloof. But after sighting him several times in subsequent visits, I decided to make a move. Well, well, well! Bongga wagi lola n’yo! He turned out to be quite the aggressive one. He was also the rare one who insisted that he do all the work; if ever I tried to reciprocate, he would just gently move my hand—or whatever body part I was using—away. What a generous, selfless gentleman! (Must be Jesuit-trained, hahaha.) After that, every time we see each other in CB we eventually end up doing it. He became my first and only fuck buddy.

When I changed jobs and worked in QC, I discovered F so I stopped going to CB. I lost touch of Mr. Generous. When I moved back to Makati last year, I renewed my membership in CB.

When I was there recently I bumped into Mr. Generous. Almost 4 years have passed since we last saw each other; he didn’t recognize me at first because of my hair (I used to be semi-kal back then) and my goatee. I could see changes on him too. His hair has more white especially on the sides, making him more mature-looking. And the effects of age showed on his body; you know how, when a person grows old, his body sort of “deflates”? Like someone let the air out, making his body look not as packed and full as before? But the muscles are still there. For a man his age, he actually looks very good.

He placed his arm around my shoulder and led me to his room. And just like that, it was as if the years between our meetings disappeared. He was still as aggressive as ever, maybe even more so. Practice makes perfect, right? And boy, did he perfect his tongue skills! He devoured me, like a man who just ended his hunger strike and discovered the buffet table.

While he was busy having his fill, I accidentally grazed the fingers on his left hand and felt metal. I looked down. But then he started licking the area between my balls and my glory hole. Shit! I couldn’t concentrate. With much difficulty I made a mental note: “Ask. About. Ooooh, yeah! Ring. That feels gooood! Later.”

Jump-cut. (Let’s pander to the Board of Censors, shall we?)

After I wrapped my towel around my waist, I held his hand and fiddled with his ring. “I’ve always been married,” he said.

Cut to my facial reaction: Ah! Eh…. Iee. Oh. Uh!

“But I don’t remember you having a ring before,” I said.

“That was before. Now I feel more comfortable with myself,” he said. “Before I used to take it off. Now I just let it stay on my finger.”

Tambling!

I guess people are capable of thinking and doing anything just to be able to live with themselves. Well, whatever floats his boat, I say. Whether I agree or not regarding his infidelity is not the issue here; I’m just happy for him that he’s not struggling with himself anymore.

To this date I only know the following about him: his name (whether real or a pseudonym, who cares?) and that he’s married (whether they still live together or they’re separated, I never bothered to ask).

And one more: his tongue should be classified as a deadly weapon.