Parting Gifts

Disclaimer: All names and events in this story are fictitious. The setting is a fictional college in Cebu, real city in the Philippines.

Author's Note: I wrote this story as an outlet for my secret fantasies without any intention of publishing. But with the amount of effort I put into this, I decided to give it a try this once.

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I never really expected for the jockey, manly, and muscular Anton Fajardo to have an interest in me of all people. Even less so for him to be gay in the first place. The basketball player was the straight guy stereotype personified. He loved sports and video games. His music taste was freaking rock and hip hop. He spoke with a serious demeanor and a sexy baritone voice.

He seemed even more 'straight' than the crush ng bayan of the college, Richard Yu, and that was saying something. Richard was already very much 'straight' aside from his insane devotion to Mariah Carey. Rumor says he keeps an altar with all her albums. Still, this actually added to his charm with all the ladies (and gay men) as he was so shameless about it that it played off as cute. Your typical chinito, Richard was the clique guy who had it all. Brains and beauty.

Anton sure was close to being another crush ng bayan except for a little problem in the face department. Many people had found his face unwelcoming. The kind of face that would get Anton cast as a villain in a movie and not even the attractive kind. It was the kind that would have marked him for bullying in high school if he wasn't so charismatic.

With time it all worked out. People liked him. He used his villainous looks and fairly deep voice in a sort of comedic fashion. He was the proud model for the students of the School of Business. And he also happens to be my boyfriend.

The two of them, being fourth year students, were set to graduate tomorrow which sadly meant that it was my last night together with Anton.

Nighttime fell at the St. Louis College in Cebu. The canteen was filled with people, mostly graduating students and some younger ones.

The air was filled with the chatters, laughter, and tears as students from their respective courses bonded one last time before graduation. I couldn't help but look at them with awe, feeling horrible for maybe not saying enough to my fellow math senpais before they left the lunch party to procrastinate one last task. In the first place, I wasn't very good at conversing with them. Hopefully, I'd said enough. Unfortunately, as a third year, graduation was only one year in the waiting (assuming I survive fourth year). My time as a young boy of 21 was running out.

I scanned the people in the different farewell parties across the room and paid special attention to the business management students. Their area had been decorated with pastel colored strips hanging. The canteen tables were filled with random food that had already been devoured. Beside the food table, the business management students sat on chairs and even on the long table. Anton was looking at me with a wide smile motioning for me to join them in a game of charades. He sat on the long table, clad in a bright red polo and dark jeans wearing a gold-painted crown.

"Diri, Josh," ("Here, Josh,") Anton said.

I waved my hand signaling that I'd pass. He responds by pursing his lips into a pout.

'Damn, he's cute in that outfit of his.' My thoughts spilled out as I reluctantly joined people with me being half anxious about joining a crowd with a bunch of people I don't know.

It's a very funny experience. As I walked closer, I flinched as some people jokingly shouted "sana ol"* when Anton grabbed me to their table in a very romantic movie-esque pull. We then took turns playing charades and before we knew it, curfew was nearing.

(*"sana ol" is a recent Filipino slang that reads as someone sort of saying "good for you" or "I wish I had that" usually used in a comedic context)

Before it ended, they asked me to snap a photo of them with a bunch of graduating students posed in the middle wearing homemade crowns from the lower year students. The lower year students posed at each side with their hands outstretched as though worshiping the holy graduating students.

"Say 'management'!" I told them before I snapped the photo.

I noticed that Anton had on his usual goofy grin. That cute little monster. Everyone else in the picture smiled widely as I took the picture with a few forced smiles from people who held back tears. The students in our school were very close.

It was a sweet moment that I'm glad to have played a part of. After the people started dispersing, Anton wrapped his arm around me. People started giving their goodbyes, hugging people in tears and others even leaving together to a party even more hardcore (and by that I mean an alcohol party). Anton dragged me to his motorcycle as we rode to his residence.

I looked at Anton from behind. He was a sweet boy with dark hair, light brown skin and what I liked to call a "basketball body". Having a "basketball body" meant that one was muscular in equal proportions because of the nature of basketball engaging with so many muscle areas. I remember I used to look at boys in my barangay in the basketball court, their bodies glistening in sweat in all their sweaty glory.

Throughout the ride to Anton's residence, I was talkative. The streets going to his place were fairly quiet so he could still hear me from behind. I kept ranting about how abnormally high society's standards of beauty are and how he was actually really good looking contrary to popular saying. I couldn't stop talking with him around even though we were on a motorcycle. It's a thing only he and a few friends of mine could do, though he didn't know that. He could bring out my talkative side. I remember how shocked he was when he learned that I never really talk in class. Anyways, I continued ranting on.

"I mean, think about it. Most peeps could look really good with the right hair style and makeup. And attractiveness actually comes from charm more than looks anyway."

"Yes, kagets nako, gwapo kaayo ko," ("Yes, I get it, I'm very handsome,") Anton nodded from the front seat and I just laughed.

When we had arrived in the shabby boarding house, Anton led the way mentioning that he had a surprise for me. He turned his face back and winked at me before he continued walking.

We went inside his room marked with a number 7, and he gestured for me to go inside. And I did.

I'm not really sure what I was expecting. Aside from the glaring yellow paint of the room and the Drake and Queen posters on the wall, something caught my attention. What had behold my eyes was not just the music studio setup we'd created with microphones and all, but also an open MP3 file on the laptop sitting on the table. The studio was set up for me to be the next inhabitant since the place I stayed in was getting demolished. Also, it appears that the song I had let Anton produce was finished. The song we had made together - our song.

It was an indie song that I had written called "'Til the Stars Align Again" with vocals provided by me. It was to be our memento before he left to find work. Anton had told me earlier that day that he was almost finished which was a lie apparently. It was already finished.

I sat down eagerly and gave it a listen. It was beautiful. He rendered the instrumentals perfectly to match my not-so-pleasant head tone. I sounded like some hip indie artist and that was exactly what I was aiming for. He must've been hard at work with this.

"I love it!" I said to him. "Gosh, I love you lots."

"Love you too," he replied as he wrapped his arms around me.

"It's your last night, huh."

The reality had not hit me yet as I had said it, but there was no mistaking it this time.

"Yeah."

"Wanna go to bed?"

"Yup!"

We lay down on his bed together and I take in his features. His muscular body was emphasized by his red polo that was just his size. His jeans fit around his legs. His tan complexion. His big brown eyes. His slightly crooked nose. The mole on his cheek. His black hair with the undercut. These are all things that I would miss. I stared at him and he stared at me as we lay in solemn silence. The way he looked at me reminded me that there was someone who cared for me and found me beautiful too.

Anton caressed my cheek and looked me in the eyes. He pinched me on my little belly that I was working towards losing. Then he pinched my cheeks. I got back at him by pinching his hard biceps. Then suddenly I was exploring his chest through his shirt using my hands.

Before I knew it, I was touching him all over and he responded by doing the same. My hands laced his neck; then they travelled towards his back, his torso, and basically everywhere. Soon we were touching each other as though we needed to feel every inch of each other's skin. Anton's hands travelled inside the Doraemon T-shirt he had bought for me. Our limbs were tangled as we tried to feel each other fully. I could hear our breaths becoming more intense. Anton inched closer before he locked me in a deep kiss and I was suddenly caught in the moment. I returned the favor by kissing him back.

Then out of nowhere, thoughts raced through my mind. I thought that I was not worth the love of this beautiful boy. I didn't really know what I was doing.

I retracted for a while, apologizing for not being experienced but also being worried that I was breaking the flow of our sexy time. Anton looked at me with his brow furrowed, something he tend to do when he was concerned.

"No no no, it's okay. What's important is that YOU want to do this." Anton assured.

I nodded and we continued where we left off. Consent was the rule and I was sure I wanted this. I wanted all of Anton. Gosh, I can't believe I'd thought that. What a thirsty human I was.

"Sorry about that," I say. "My self-deprecating tendencies came back."

"Ayaw lang kabalaka. Don't worry." He touched my face lightly. "You're more beautiful than you know."

("Ayaw lang kabalaka" also means "don't worry")

"You too."

I really appreciated how he tried to look after me in his own ways. Like how he tries to speak more English for me to understand better since I only know minimal dialect.

I put my hand under his shirt and felt the skin of his back side. I kissed him this time with my two hands caressing his body. He, in turn, slowly slid his hands down my spine to my ass. It felt electric. The tingly sensation that came with his touch felt good. It was pretty clear that were both very hard at this point. We started making grinding motions with our dicks touching. Moans of pleasure gradually filled the room. I looked him in the eyes and we stared once again for a while, breathless.

"Gosh, I love you Anton," I said in between breaths.

"You too, Josh."

Anton looked at me with a passionate gaze as though his brown eyes were on fire. He then pushed me down the bed a bit roughly as though he had lost control. I didn't mind. He gently removed my T-shirt before he allowed his lips to explore my torso without holding back. He kissed my neck, then my chest, nipples, all the way to my belly. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he continued playing with my skin using his lips and his tongue. He then sunk into my arm pits and continued sucking through my pit hairs moaning about how he loved the smell of manhood. It was a sort of a fetish of his that I found weird at first. Yet here I was getting utterly pleasured by a sweet spot I never knew I had. I moaned as he did something with his tongue. He'd suck on spots that felt particularly good when he found them. He did me very well. Did I really deserve this manly yet also secretly softie man who was really good at making out?

I remember talking to Anton about how I wasn't attractive and how we can't be together because he's so much more attractive and I was more chubs and less muscle. He had responded by using my own words against me. The very complaints I had about beauty standards slapped me in the face. He's just awesome.

Since then, he had kept reminding me that I'm beautiful with my matching brown eyes and fair complexion. He'd say "gwapo man sad ka. I think you should know." ("You're handsome too. I think you should know.")

I loved him and he loved me. I could sure feel that passion as his kisses slowly reached my crotch area. I let out some moans as the pleasurable sensation hit me with him teasing my dick with his mouth through the fabric and his hands stroking it too.

"Can I?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Of course."

He unbuttoned my jeans and slid my underwear down. My hard dick sprang out. I wasn't that big, but that didn't matter to us. We had agreed before that the point of sex was to make each other feel good. It was a way to express deep love.

"You don't have mouth sores?" I asked. You know, hygiene matters.

He nodded.

"Gargled water?"

He left the room a bit to gargle before returning to my dick. I started trembling in excitement as I felt his breath on it. This was happening.

Shit, this is hot. I thought.

I motioned a thumbs up before he started to suck my dick. It felt good almost immediately. My first time doing any kind of sexual activity with someone who was not me was going great. The feeling was exhilarating. My heart beat like the bass in an EDM concert as he sucked on slowly getting deeper. Fuck, I loved him so much.

I couldn't help but moan as he went down on me, making me feel good. That's what love making was about: making each other feel good. I was worried, though, whenever I heard him choke, but then he tells me it's okay since it's kind of another one of his fetishes. In between breaths and moans, I made sure to remind him of our danger code which was to pinch the other lightly in case something was wrong but he was so caught up in the moment that I was quite sure he was okay.

After, he continued to suck my dick as I rocked my hips in motion to keep the good sensation. Damn, it felt great. The way he looked at me as he sucked me is a big turn on for me. The way he would go down on my length was just really hot to look at too. He went about his business, playing with my dick using his tongue. I moan from pleasure. He used his fingers to caress my balls. I was in utter ecstasy. His mouth was sucking my dick while his hands played with balls.

As he continued, I could feel myself getting close. Anton began to pick up the pace. I tried my best to hold it in. I tried to warn him.

"I'm gonna-"

But I get stopped in my tracks as the pleasure explodes within me. Or rather, within Anton's mouth. My moans filled the room for a short moment. Anton looked up at me, smiling with his cum-filled mouth before doing a gulping motion like he was swallowing the cum. I panicked a bit. As hot as it was, I didn't think it was healthy.

"No no no, please don't," I tell him. "What you're doing is like adding phlegm to your system. That kind of thing should stay in porn since their job is to get people horny."

I had blubbered again.

"Oh, yes sir" he said in a mocking tone. He spat out the fluid on my bare chest and proceeded to gargle water in the toilet to clean up his mouth. When he returned, we kissed again and played with the leftover cum lathered around my chest and Anton's face. The taste of his wet mouth mingled with mine as we kissed and kissed.

"Okay," I said, pausing. "It's your turn to feel good."

Anton smiled.

"Then pleasure me babe!" he says in an exaggerated tone like he was parodying some porn star.

The way his dimples seemed to exaggerate his smile whenever he did this goofy smile may have been a turn off for others, but for me it was a big turn on. His precious smile instantly melted my heart. This cute and hot guy was more than just his muscles. He was an awesome human being and no less short of sex appeal too. I wanted this man to feel good. I wanted his 'basketball body' to feel the same tingles I felt when he had kissed me all over.

I hadn't noticed I was staring at him until he suddenly walked towards me then we're making out again. We seem to melt into one being. Lips intertwined, hands feeling each other again.

Soon after, I helped him unbutton his shirt, kissing his body while I was at it. Damn, he looked good in all his muscly glory with the tan lines and all. Without chest hair, his muscles became emphasized. His well-defined pecs and the abs he had been working on were just a sight to behold. I passionately kissed his chest area and noticed that he moans a more when I kiss his nipple.

"Wow, lamia ato." ("Wow, that felt very good.") He moaned.

I sucked on it while pinching the other with my other hand. Anton's moans fill the room as I continued to stroke his body and suck on his nips. Hearing Anton in pleasure made me happy. My hands descended towards his dick and I stroked whilst sucking his nipples. The air was filled with the sound of breaths and moans and sucking. Hearing my man in pleasure made me heard again.

"Yes, Josh, padayon pa." ("Yes, Josh, keep it up.") Anton moaned.

I continued by unzipping his jeans and was surprised to find that he had gone commando today as his dick sprung out immediately. I couldn't help but notice that it was slightly bigger than mine. The little veins surrounding his dick tempted me to suck him. I just wanted to pleasure him some more. I began sucking, trying to take all of Anton's manhood in. He moaned as I tried to go down on him deeper and deeper. I even mimicked how he played with my balls to try and make him feel more pleasure. As Anton kept moaning, I realized that he was getting close.

But I held up, realizing I wanted to try something else.

Anton looked a bit disappointed as I stopped.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Err.." I asked hesitantly. "Can we? You know... Butt stuff."

"Oks ra kaayo. Don't worry," ("It's very much okay. Don't worry.") he reassured me. "We're both grown men and we both tested negative."

"Okay, it should be safe as long as we follow the instructions for safe sex."

Anton smiled at me. "Char. Ka responsible sa kong jowa noh?" ("Wow, ain't my boyfriend very responsible?")

"Yes, I know. Model student kunuhay." ("Yes, I know. I'm basically a model student.") I don't know what about sex was making me more open about speaking in dialect.

After Anton fully removed his jeans, we followed the instructions putting on the condom and preparing the lube. Trying out sex was actually very tiring with all the prep work needed but we were willing to put up with it. There were quite a few requirements and conditions aside from age and consent to be met that I shall not elaborate. (It may have something to do with practicing with smaller toys a bit to get used to the sensations if you get what I mean ;). )

When it's through, we readied ourselves in lying flat position (best for newbies they say). Anton lay on his back as I straddled his stomach. I was turned on by the fact that I was totally exposed to him with as faced me laying down. I was ready to take him. I positioned myself such that my ass was on top of his dick. He positioned his dick to near the tip of my ass. Seeing his hot muscular body, from his tan lines to the bulge of his biceps to his dick covered with protection, I was ready. I wanted him to fill me.

I made a little motion inside almost like your pooping which apparently lessens the pain before the insertion. Then it happened. I slowly rode on his dick. Let me tell you, it hurt and was a bit uncomfortable at first. But in due time, I learned to relax and let him in me. I could fill my sweat drip down as I went up and down on. Sweat dropping from my body to his, mingling with Anton's sweat.

"This feels good," Anton says in between breaths. He moaned as I took his dick in completely now with me being loosened up at this point.