A Steamy Night At Room 908

by: Arvid

"Dear Brother Jun…Just call me Vincent. I do not know what to do. I have been orphaned since I was 16. I am currently a senior student at a university in Manila. I am a scholar. However, I cannot find a job that could support my needs for school. I have lost hope and I thought once of committing suicide. Please help me Brother…" Over DZMM 630, host Brother Jun reads, with his trademark throaty and almost-perfect English accent, the letter of an avid listener. His resonant voice booms through the speaker of the portable radio. In the small, cramped room of an almost-dilapidated and squalid two-storey boarding house along Arlegui Street in Quiapo, there stands a small study table. On top of it, there are folders and books in disarray and three crumpled P 20.00 bills scattered all over the table. The room is lighted by an almost-dim fluorescent tube and poor air circulation gives one the feeling of suffocation. It is 11:30 PM, the end of another hard day for the average Filipino. The radio whose needle points at 630 belongs to the lone male in the cramped and humid room. The almost-rusty double-deck bed creaks as soon as a lanky, tall, and be-dimpled lad sits on it. He peruses through the folders that he has previously gotten from the study table. Upon chancing at the letter in one of the folders and while reading its contents, he starts to snivel like a child. The letter, dated June 14, read: "Dear Gavin, I never thought that you would be hurt by what I have done. I left you not because of you, but because I have to pursue an ambition. I was accepted recently by the Dubai firm that I applied for. If I were to stay in Manila, it would be difficult for me to lead a comfortable life. Thank you for loving me. But, again, I have to use my head. Though the memories may be bittersweet, I would like you to remember that I am here for you, whenever you need me. Goodbye to you. Regretfully, Lance" Gavin senses that his problem is similar, if not worse than, to that of Vincent, the letter sender whose problem was aired over DZMM minutes ago. As soon as Gavin finishes reading the letter, he crumples it in anger and is about to throw it right in the small waste bin. However, the projectile unfortunately hits Nonoy, who is about to enter the room. "You are a dumb ass! Careful, god damn it," Nonoy bitterly remarks to Gavin. "What's the problem?" Nonoy is Gavin's roommate who just came home from work. An assistant manager at a bustling food chain along U.N. Avenue, he became friends with Gavin and even helped the downtrodden lad find a place to stay. "Nothing, Nonoy. (I was) just reading a letter and I was about to throw it right in the waste bin when you came." Gavin is a 20-year-old senior nursing student at the Far Eastern University who considers his education an escape to the gripping poverty that hit him back in Batangas. The eldest of four children, he is currently on university scholarship and he tries to set a sterling example to his siblings back in Batangas. Weighing 145 pounds at 5'11" and possessing a well-chiseled countenance, he is considered as swoon-worthy by females and males alike. As the digital clock strikes 12, Gavin tries to catch some sleep, still teary-eyed and bitter. To console himself, he grabs a bottle of Ginebra and finishes half of it. Then, he falls asleep as soon as his drunkenness overcomes him. Hours later, the golden-yellow rays of the sun permeate the grilled window of the room. Gavin's metallic blue Nokia 3120 phone vibrates as it produces an almost-deafening alarm at 6:00 AM. The still-drowsy Gavin, reeking of morning breath, rouses from sleep. Despite being only in his boxer shorts and with red towel propped around his left shoulder and soap dish and shampoo sachet on his right hand, he shamelessly proceeds to the common bathroom. With the morning about to start, a loud scream pierces Gavin's hearing. It is Aling Susing, the landlady. Over 60 and a corpulent, short lady, she is feared by all boarders, including Gavin. Aling Susing, with her eyebrow-raising gaze, looks up at Gavin. "Hey! Do you think that people like you have the right to live in my boarding house? You still haven't paid your rent for last month," shrieks the holier-than-thou landlady. As the other male boarders look on with shock, she continues, "If you still won't pay by next week, I will throw you out on the streets, you asshole!" Gavin, still stunned as a result of the verbal beatings, replies, "Don't worry, Aling Susing. Soon, I will have the money." Aling Susing ripostes with arrogance, "You better have the money or I will have you arrested, you son of a bitch!" Gavin enters the small common bathroom. He removes his boxer shorts and puts it, along with his towel, on top of the toilet cover. He turns on the almost-rusty shower dial, and, upon seeing that the water is abundant, proceeds to shampoo his hair and soap his almost-muscular body. Fifteen minutes later, the Batangueño lad, with towel around his waist, enters his room and starts to prepare for school. He puts on his white Bench bikini briefs, his white ankle-length socks, and his crisp white nurse's uniform. Gavin's classes go on for eight hours, starting at 8:00. With his five-hour-long break, he studies and has his lunch at the same time. As his classes end, Gavin immediately leaves the school premises and heads to the nearest internet café. Upon logging in at the counter, he starts the mIRC program and joins the Salsalan and Bi-Manila channels over UnderNet under the nickname HardOn20. With the weight of his problems on his shoulders and in his heart, Gavin types in both channels, "Any1 hu wld lyk 2 hire me? 5'11 chinito goodlooking ere. 20 m mla." Upon entering his urgency, he receives replies from two chatters, Hot4U and GwpoBi23. Gavin first replies to GwpoBi23, who asks him his name, age, sex, and location. The chat goes on, until GwpoBi23 declines upon learning of Gavin's rate: P 1,500.00. Later on, Hot4U and Gavin, at the moment HardOn20, begin their private messaging. <Hot4U> dale 26 discreet gay dvao bt nw in mla <HardOn20> gavin 20 bi mla/btngas. 5'11 gudlukng chinito fair gym-toned nursing stud contact me at 0920-844xxxx <HardOn20> top, bottom, or versatile? <Hot4U> versatile. u? <HardOn20> top. stats pls. <Hot4U> 5'9" boyish cute handsome fair chinito gym-toned <Hot4U> trade pics? The two chatters then exchange pictures. Once the trading is over, the two set arrangements as to how the transaction will be. <HardOn20> my prce s 1,500 <Hot4U> I'm up for it. Their communication lasts for thirty minutes, with the coupe de grace by Hot4U being, "C u tom nyt, manila midtown, 7 sharp. Cel num – 0919-780xxxx. DALE." With the consolation of being hired the next day, Gavin becomes positive. As soon as he leaves the internet café, he boards a jeep bound for Bambang and, upon alighting across Quiricada Street, proceeds to the street. Then, he finds San Lazaro Hospital and scurries towards the entrance. The hospital, though massive and historical, reflects the typical dreariness of its atmosphere, with ambulances stopping at the entrance to bring down patients on wheeled metallic beds. Occasionally, there would be patients slowly exiting the premises, with relatives or friends in tow. In addition, the stark interiors and the dreadful smell of garbage add misery to the already-miserable plight of the hospital's clientele. 7:00 strikes. Gavin proceeds to the AIDS patients' ward, where he starts visiting them along with his classmates. He helps in giving some of the patients their medications, which only add to their financial woes. In dressing up the patients, he could not help but commiserate with them because of their obvious agony. Dog-tired and sleep-bereft, Gavin still contends with his duty with an ambition in mind: to migrate to the United States. Being busy, he does not notice that seven hours have passed. Done with his duty, Gavin sluggishly exits the hospital premises and then hails a passing taxi as soon as he reaches Rizal Avenue. The taxi driver opens the front door. Gavin enters the taxi. Oblivious of the taxi's almost-bare interiors and musky smell, the driver asks Gavin, "Where to, hijo?" "Quiapo, sir. Arlegui Street." The white 1996 Toyota Corolla taxi, with the name "Olivia Jane Taxi" emblazoned on both front doors and with its windows rolled down, traverses Rizal Avenue and then to numerous narrow streets for it to take a short cut to Quiapo. Reaching Arlegui street, Gavin tells the driver, "Just bring me down to the apartment near the sari-sari store, please." Paying P 100.00 to the driver, he drags his backpack against the pavement and opens the door. He is aghast to see the silhouette of a short, corpulent, and middle-aged woman. It is Aling Susing. "My God! Where in the world did you come from?" Gavin answers sheepishly, "I just came from hospital duty, Aling Susing." "The next time you come home late without informing me beforehand, I will banish you from my house, scum!" Gavin, trying to forget Aling Susing's fury, goes up the stairs and into the cramped room where Nonoy is asleep, and snoring, at the time Gavin has just arrived. The drowsy lad removes his now-dirty white uniform, socks, and shoes. He has nothing on but his skimpy white briefs. Before sleeping, he gets a lighter from his pocket and then lights a Marlboro Red cigarette. In between puffs of the cigarette, he sits by the window and gazes at the now-silent Arlegui Street. Ten hours later, Gavin wakes up to find out that he is all alone in the room. Nonoy has just left for his shift at the food chain. Before fixing his bed, he gazes at his cell phone and learns that he has seven unread messages. To his surprise, all the messages have come from Dale. The last message read, "Dnt b l8 2nyt, bro. My unit s rm 908. Jst txt me wn u gt thre." Upon preparing his bed, Gavin first takes a quick shower and then slips into a white shirt and blue jeans before going to Greenwich to have lunch and then to Isetann to watch "Cars". In the movie house, he momentarily forgets his problems by being absorbed in the exhilarating race scenes. As the movie ends, he hurriedly leaves the cinema and then the mall itself. Gavin then hails a jeep that could take him to his boarding house. Upon reaching the boarding house, Gavin immediately grabs a muscle shirt and a pair of loose jeans. He then rushes to the shower, with towel, soap, and shampoo in tow, and then starts to scrub himself clean. Upon leaving the bathroom, Gavin hurriedly slips into white sneakers and the clothes that he just grabbed from the closet, sprays Hilfiger perfume all over his clothed body, and then grabs the blue Fila backpack filled with his extra clothing and hygiene kit. Hailing a taxi cab, Gavin instructs the driver to take him to Manila Midtown Hotel. Plying Taft Avenue, the driver notices Gavin's sadness. He asks, "Is there something wrong, man?" "It is nothing, really. Just take me to Manila Midtown and I'll be fine." Thirty minutes later, Gavin is at the lobby of the hotel. He texts Hot4U, by now simply Dale. Dale texts Gavin's number, "Jst cme up. Quick! Wt r u wearng?" Gavin replies, "Gray mscle shrt n slim jeans. Wd Fila backpack." Gavin takes the elevator and, upon reaching 9th floor, alights. He easily spots Room 908 and then knocks on the door. A few seconds later, a good-looking male, a dead ringer for Mico Palanca, in his 20s sporting a horizontally striped polo shirt, jeans, and white Adidas shoes appears at the doorstep. "Hi, pare! I'm Gavin…Gavin Atienza!" "Dale here! Have you eaten? Do you wanna have anything? Beer? Water? Coke?" "No thanks, dude." Dale wraps his right arm around Gavin's shoulder and then asks him, "Are you hot? I'm so fucking hot, pare!" "Yes, dude," Gavin replies naughtily. Dale removes Gavin's shirt and pants, leaving the latter clad only in his black Hanford briefs. Gavin reciprocates by stripping Dale of his clothing, leaving him only in skimpy white Calvin Klein briefs. Then, the twosome begins to French kiss passionately, with the nightscape of Roxas Boulevard as backdrop. Gavin, with his libido rising, pins Dale against the wall. Dale plays coy at first, but then begins to go wild as soon as Gavin licks his neck, ears, nipples, and navel for around three minutes. Dale then rubs his crotch against Gavin. Laughing like children running under the rain, Gavin and Dale lie on the white king-sized bed and start to tickle and wrestle one another. Both of them hold each other's crotches, with Gavin's larger than that of Dale. Ending the foreplay, Dale removes his briefs and hurls it on top of the television set. Gavin follows suit, hurls his briefs towards the study table, and then teases Dale by holding his own cock like a hose and then rubbing it against Dale's entire body. Then, the duo forms a 69 position, like most male and heterosexual couples alike are wont to do. The 5'9"-tall Dale responds by sucking on the 5'11"-tall Gavin's nipples and then his cock. To reciprocate, Gavin masturbates Dale's six-inch cock, occasionally touching his asshole and licking it endlessly due to Gavin's attraction to its shower gel smell. Eventually, Gavin gives Dale a deep-throat blowjob. With Gavin's cock in his mouth, Dale licks from the shaft down to the balls, giving Gavin intense pleasure that he has never experienced in his past dreary love affairs. Gavin holds Dale's head gently, stroking his hair and touching his scalp, while the latter continues to suck him with passion and pleasure. The oral pleasuring lasts for thirty minutes, partly due to Dale's newly developed obsession with Gavin's manhood. The two males were able to explode their ambrosia-like creams of pleasure on each other's bodies. Swiftly and simultaneously, while still lying in bed, they lick each other's bodies like dogs in heat. Shortly after, the two naked males fall asleep, with Dale hugging Gavin tightly like his own brother despite the teasing and the stripping that happened just minutes ago. Dale awakens Gavin an hour later with a passionate kiss on the lips. Gavin gets even by kissing Dale with more passion. The two fuck mates roll on the bed, with their arms interlocking each other. With the rolling halted, Dale and Gavin resume kissing torridly and rub their penises against each other, with the friction giving them extra horniness. Dale excuses himself for seconds. "Wait, I just have to get something." Gavin nods in approval. Seconds later, Dale appears by the bed, with a tube of KY Jelly on his right hand. Without hesitation, Gavin grabs the tube and starts opening the mini cap. He orders Dale to lie flat on the bed and spread his legs in a victory position. Gavin then presses the open tube and grabs the petroleum jelly that has just come out. He proceeds to spread the jelly around Dale's asshole, and then tells Dale to put a pillow under his buttocks and to let his legs rise continuously. With the fuck fest about to start, Gavin inserts his throbbing seven-inch cock into Dale's waiting asshole. Unsatisfied, Dale urges, "Gavin, fuck harder! Son of a bitch! I want more!" Gavin follows and gives Dale the most mind-blowing and libido-rising fuck ever, while at the same time they kiss and Gavin masturbates Dale's fully erected six-and-a-half-inch cock. The 20-year-old lad salivates on his partner's perfume-scented nape, and starts to lick it like a child licking cotton candy. "God! I want more! I love it! Harder, bro!" Dale moans sensuously, with his eyes glowing with ecstasy. Gavin fucks his partner as hard as he can, while Dale raises his arms and holds on to the bed's mahogany headboard with all his strength. Finally, Gavin releases his cock from Dale's now-reddish asshole and masturbates it near Dale's oral cavity. Dale reciprocates by letting Gavin suck his equally throbbing cock. Suddenly, Dale exclaims, "Let's do it in the bath tub!" Gavin agrees with delight, and the two get out of bed to proceed to the bath tub. Turning on the shower and setting it to warm, Dale inveigles the young stud to join him in the shower. Then, Dale begins to soap Gavin's whole body and the latter reciprocates by sucking his partner's cock. Dale, climaxing, begins to shoot a load of cum and it enters Gavin's salivating and waiting mouth. With some of the ambrosia-like male cream around his mouth, Gavin kisses Dale more torridly than ever and soaps his body. He requests Dale to kneel and suck his turgid cock. A few minutes later, the lad starts to let his cum shoot into Dale's mouth like water coming from a fountain. Afterwards, the two males kiss, therefore letting the semen in their mouth mix. As soon as the horniness fizzles, the two shower together and soap one another, once again. After showering, Dale goes out of the bath tub to grab two towels, one of which he hands over to Gavin. "Thank you, Dale." "Sure! No problem, kid." Drying his body and then slipping into his extra clothing, Gavin stares at the mirror and begins to grin. By accident, he chances upon a company I.D. bearing the company name "Chiongbian Industries Corporation Davao" and with the following information: Name: DALE SPENCER CHIONGBIAN Position: Vice-President, Manufacturing Division After surreptitiously looking at the I.D., Gavin starts to wear his ankle-length socks and then his shoes. Dale, by now in a white cotton bath robe, hands over a wad of P 1,000.00 bills amounting to P 10,000.00. "Gavin, here is my payment," says Dale. "Thank you, Dale, or should I say, Mr. Chiongbian!" Gavin responds with glee. However, he wonders to Dale while looking at him in the eye, "Why have you given me so much, Dale?" In lieu of a reply, Dale merely grins. Gavin, thankful, hugs Dale tightly. With tears in his eyes, Gavin says to Dale softly, "Goodbye…Dale." The Chiongbian scion waves at him after escorting him to the door. As Gavin exits the hotel, he hails a taxi and commands the driver to bring him to Arlegui Street. While in the taxi, he smiles and then breaks into discreet laughter upon counting the bills that Dale had just given him. The steamy night at Room 908 has come to an end, but it does not end just there, for people like Gavin. THE END