When My VIRGINITY Flew

(Note: While writing this entry, I remember my virginity singing like Satine, "Someday, I'll fly away . . . . . Leave them all to yesterday . . . . ")

First and foremost, here's a disclaimer: (Haha! I want to be in the safe side). I'm not as promiscuous as I seem or as I will eventually seem after this entry has been finished.

Sex for me is nothing but sex. It is like a necessity. If we are thirsty, we drink water. If we are hungry, we eat food. If we feel itchy, we scratch. If we are horny, we do all sorts of stuff just to get laid.

And there's nothing more effective, for the gays of today, than going online and look for fast and effective sex.

However, if there's no luck, there's no choice but to resort to porn and jerk the horniness off.

This time, I do not want to talk about my sex life. Well, not my current sex life, at least. I want to tell the story when my virginity flew away.

Let me see, uhmmmmm, I had my first sex when I was in third year high school, I was fifteen then. I participated in a certain youth leadership conference in Iba, Zambales that time and there's some sort of a contest in public speaking on the side. Actually, that's the reason we joined the conference, just to bag the trophy for the public speaking contest. And guess what? I was the contestant for the oratorical contest.

Allan, who was my coach slash Fairy Gay Mother, told me that if I won the contest, he would give me a surprise.

Well, I was a kid then, I'm very much excited when it comes to surprises so, I won contest. Well, with or without a surprise, I'm a good orator; I would win the contest both ways.

It was evening of the third day in the school, where we were sleeping in makeshift beds and suffering from the malignant irritation of mosquito bites. Geeesh! Those mosquitoes were like having a "piyesta" by that time. They were having the times of their lives.

The contest was just concluded and suddenly I'm the star of the event.

Anyway, Allan whispered and asked if I was already asleep. I told him, with the presence of the large congregation of mosquitoes there, even I dinosaur would find it hard to sleep.

"Pwes, rumampa tayo!" coach Allan said.

Rampa for me then was an alien word, it's not part of my vocabulary yet at that time but I was very well aware of what it means.

WHY NOT?! I thought. It was better to be anywhere else aside from that place where the mosquitoes were like trying to form a republic.

Basically, we sneaked out. Of course, the guests were prohibited to go out of the venue premises, especially if its late in the evening.

Allan and I walked a couple of blocks away from the school until we reach the palengke of Iba. Then we sat in one of those stone benches under a waiting shed.

I heard somebody called Allan's name.

Well, well, obviously somebody did the negotiating behind my back.

Then, I saw a group of guys approached us. First, I felt fear. Well, not fear of being mugged by a group of guys but fear that this might be it. The one that I have been eagerly waiting in my entire gay life. Allan, whispered it to me. That that night would be the night when titans would bow down infront me and declare me as ....... a demi-god . . . . . . ess.

Allan introduced me to this guy, he's name was Ivan. He was eighteen then. He's cute, I can say it. Allan said Ivan would join me, when he and the boys would go for a walk.

Ivan smiled at me and boasted his dimples.

I was just silent.

Ivan put his arms around my shoulders and he lead me away from the palengke.

We just walked along the silent streets of Iba. It was like a ghost town especially when its 10 past midnight. Ivan said that people there were already snoring by 9pm.

We passed through a church, I realized that it was one of the uniform churches of the Mormons. Then, Ivan stopped in front of vast field with tall grasses just beside the church.

"Tara," he said while going down the slight slope.

I just followed. The hell! I never thought that I could be the next chop chop lady.

Anyway, I saw him quite far off, in the middle of the field, where there's a papag. He was just sitting there.

When I sat beside him, I was literally shaking from I don't know fear or excitement but God! I was shaking like hell that time.

Then he told me, "Relax ka lang. Aalalayan ko naman eh."

By that time, I do have a concept of homosexual sex but that was just an idea, I never thought about the practical application of it.

He took my right hand and put in on top of the crotch of his pants. Dang! It was fucking erected. It's not that that was the first time that I touched somebody else's crotch but that was the first time that I touched a crotch while expecting what it look like. Then he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

I saw the largest thingie I've seen in the flesh (by that time), because it's the first thingie I've seen . . . erected.

He took off his pants and briefs completely. He touched my head and kissed me in the cheek. He motioned for me to kneel in front of him. So, I did it and I felt the wet ground touched my knees. And I started doing the most-of-you-would-know-so-I-don't-need-to-elaborate-thingie.

And my virginity just flew away in the middle of the grassfield, while my back is against a cold papag, slightly wet due to the dews of the evening, looking at the dark and vast sky where the stars were shining brightly and the moon seems to be a king watching over his people, amidst the sounds of one or two tricycles roaring along the road and the sounds of crickets, which seemed to be well rehearsed while the fireflies were dancing in tune of their orchestra.

someday i'll fly away . . . . . leave them all to yesterday . . . .