I met 2 new friends recently, and let’s call them Tisoy and Chinoy.
Tisoy is a stocky young fellow, yellow-skinned, talkative and articulate, yet masculine in manners. He’s a size-queen top, relatively active in his sex life, and lots of secrets in the closet. I met him online.
Chinoy is a US-bred Pinoy who looks Chinese, sounds American, has Spanish lineage, and speaks Tagalog like a typical Amboy. He’s a cool boy-next-door type, the kind of guy you’d take home to Momma, but has some impish tricks hidden somewhere in his system. He’s Tisoy’s online friend.
Both Tisoy and Chinoy are
finegreat-looking and straight-acting gay guys. Tisoy, Chinoy, and I all met for the first time one October night. (And no, they did not know I was Migs, the Manila Gay Guy.)
Previous to the meeting, we have not exchanged pictures so it was really our first time to see each other. When we met, and started talking, there was obviously some tension. At first I thought, is this what they call “sexual tension”? I knew then for sure, even given the fact that there were 3 of us, that somehow the palpable tension had to be addressed. Guess what happened that night?