THE CYCLE

shorts fiction's friction:

"we are all amazing sellers... bad thing we sell ourselves too much."

You’re gorgeous and your face is riveting. Many people say that you can make a good advertising model, but then they will say your height might be a problem but your face is good for print ads. Of course you believe them. You’ll believe the flattery they throw at you. Or maybe you just show them that you believe with whatever they tell you.
Then you met for the first time the guy you've been exchanging messages in planetromeo for three weeks. You were relieved to find out that he was not a bogus. He looked exactly the same with the picture he gave you...only much better in person. He was a 27 year old tall, mestizo athletic guy. Fair and smooth and drives a blue Honda civic. (Thank GOD! A certified yuppie.)
He arrived at Starbucks five minutes late while you came in thirty minutes earlier to enjoy your coffee, earphones plugged in to cancel out the nonsense, unintelligible chatter and tittle-tattle of the stereotyped bisexuals and agents who frequents the shop. Your handsome acquaintance greeted you like he knows you. Then you noticed that he smiles like he was so pleased to meet you. He looked at you with prurient gaze when you're not looking. He ordered himself a coffee and when he returned the usual eyeball-lets’- get-to-know-each-other-conversation commenced. Your conversation ended up with him asking you for a dinner, tabs on him.

You knew how the night will end but you want to make it a wholesome one. So the two of you parted ways where he got the chance to drive you home. Now he knew where you live and the kind of life you might be having and he is starting to brew mental judgments as he asked you if you’re alone tonight. You were very aware of this implication based on the common questions asked by supposedly "wholesome guys" but in actuality, sleazy, to which you retorted "my sister's home", a quick lie to dismiss him.

Weeks passed and the two of you kept texting each other. Praising each other's pictures on facebook. He calls you at night to say goodnight. Movie dates were always scheduled on weekends and inside the movie house, on your first movie date, he held your hand, squeezed it and he cupped your glorious face in his palms and kissed your soft thin lips for the first time. It was a sweet five-minute kiss and you’re starting to fall----in his trap.

You knew how it will end yet you were so optimistic believing that this was different. That he might not be swimming with the current and is actually sincere with clean intentions. You were exclusively dating and one night he invited you to his pad to watch “50 first dates” because he haven’t seen it yet to which you accepted because you too haven’t seen it. You thought that he was just being romantic and all. The two of you drove back to his pad with burger and fries from McDonalds and you started to watch the flick. He embraced you while you fed him, occasionally, with fries. At the middle of the movie he started to kiss you and you kissed back. And his lips crawled down to your neck then he started to unbutton your shirt and gently rubbed your bulge and now he is licking your red and horny nipples. Both of you are now naked while the movie kept playing. He had a muscular body with six pack abs. You can tell that he works out hard. Then he licked every nook and cranny of your body like a hungry little boy excited to taste his first Popsicle. You moaned in ecstasy. You licked him, too. Then he straddled your legs in his shoulders and fucked you like there's no tomorrow. "You’re so tight, baby", he whispered then jerked you off until both of you came. That night, your relationship was already official.

Weeks passed again but the movie dates became more infrequent. Instead he invited you to his house to watch movie there. Then in the middle of it, you two made love. On your first monthsary he treated you in an expensive restaurant then went back to his pad and made love again. It only lasted for three months and within those months its all about dinner, sex, date, sex, short talk, sex, eat, sex, a quickie in his car or in a bathroom bar and would tell you now "make it tight, baby". (any bottom would become loose with his thick 6.5 dick. ) Then gradually he became cold.

He doesn’t text you anymore, he doesn’t answer your call whatever time of the day it was. He’s not even online on planetromeo, but you knew he's only on invisible mode. Then you started to become frantic but told yourself that you'll soon get to the bottom of this. On your fourth monthsary he called you and said that the relationship won’t work and the two of you be better off as friends. He didn’t explain why. It was as if just because he's not ready. Then you cried a little but told yourself, “boys don’t cry, he’s just a boy” and when you went to Figaro to meet your best friend to get your mind off from the situation, you saw him. You saw him with another guy much cuter and taller than you. Now your best friend appraoched you, tagging along a guy with him saying "Hey Brad! This is Mike. I met him on downelink. I have arranged a dinner date for the two of you." Then your best friend pointed to Mike's car: a honda civic, only that it is white. Now, should you be optimistic or expect the cycle to repeat again? You stood up and left them and texted your best friend. "Don’t follow me. I’ll just call you next week".

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