Locker 61

I was pissed, frustrated and feeling alone so I decided to go get dressed and leave the house at quarter past ten. I reached my destination a few minutes later. I paid my bill and unceremoniously proceeded to the lockers. I had Locker 62. I took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist and proceeded directly to the wet floor. It was only then when I saw what was really going on around me. There was a party. It was like Malate on a Saturday night. There were dozens of people sitting around the pool area. A few in the sauna and some were in the steam room. 

"Wow...", I whispered.

I felt people looking at me, probably in utter disgust, the moment I stepped in. I was unaffected. I glided past them and proceeded to the vacant shower stall. I would have wanted to bare myself in the open shower but it was occupied. I would have loved to see disgusted faces looking at my ass when I take the shower.

After a quick rinse, I got myself a glass of water and proceeded to the steam room. Inside, there were guys of all shapes and sizes. All had towels wrapped around their waists. Only one stood out, he was wearing his boxer briefs. 

"Naman...", I commented.

I took a seat directly across him. He looked at me while I removed my towel and placed it in front of me. 

"I know this game...", I said to myself.

The heat of the steam was too much to handle. After a few minutes, I left the steam room and loitered around the pool area. I noticed gay couples sitting side by side. Koreans dangling their little birdies. Shameless Pinoys seducing other shameless Pinoys. It was a crazy Malate scene, only it was in Quezon City.

"This is all so pretentious.", I muttered.

It was really funny. Everybody's gay and everybody knew this for a fact. But everyone also wanted to increase their market value by acting discreetly. I sighed. I then decided to finally get a massage.

"Sir, male or female?", the attendant asked.

"Was she asking about me?", I wondered.

"Male please...", I said smiling.

The attendant ushered me to the nearest cube where someone was already halfway done with his massage. His butt now peeled for everyone to see, everyone except him.

"Shit, ganyan din ako mamaya...", I thought.

The massage was, as usual, technically done. I felt like a piece of meat being pounded by my masseur. He was in fact a very big guy. He was tall and stocky. I was actually scared of him. He might just pull my arms off. 

"Sir, madalas ka ba dito?", he asked as he was massaging my ass.

"Uhmm, medyo...", I lied.

"Sino masahista nyo?"

"Ah kahit sino..."

"Sir, next time ako na lang ulit...", his fingers almost between my crack.

"Damn...", I thought.

"Ah ano, okay sige...", I was confused.

It ended with me being pulled in all directions. I heard the guy on the other bed snoring. I giggled. I left the massage room feeling refreshed. Then I remembered someone. I sighed. 

"Naiisip kaya nya ko?", I asked.

I put on my robe and started walking to the dining area. I was not really hungry so I proceeded to the locker area to get my phone and my Frost. I went back to get myself a drink. I lit a cigarette and took a sip from my glass. It was then I saw you.

You were in your early thirties. Lean built and your nice chest can be seen from your half-open robe. 

"Oh it's the boxer briefs guy...", I remembered.

You looked at me and smiled. I nodded. You then started walking to my direction. 

"Tol, pasindi naman..."

I handed you my Cricket. You lit a cigarette and started smoking it in front of me. You had a glass of orange juice in your hand and you placed it on my table.

"Uh oh... here it comes...", I whispered.

"San na kasama mo?", you asked.

"Ah ako lang..."

"Taga san ka?"

"Ortigas... ikaw?"

"Dito lang sa area..."

After a few exchanges and while I was checking my online messenger, you asked me for my number. 

"Hindi ko dala phone ko nasa baba...", you explained.

"Ok lang..."

"Kunin mo na lang number ko... it's 0929... Ben."

I smiled as I typed away your number on my phone. A few more exchanges and we agreed to eat before continuing anything. You then went back to your table where your "friend" was waiting. It was then that I realized.

"So what was so surprising again with the fact that some people find me hot?"

I laughed.

Blogger's Note: While I was getting dressed, Ben took out his phone from his locker and got my number. I found out that he was using Locker 61, mine was 62. He is a visual artist, a biker, and a sports enthusiasts. He rarely goes clubbing. He was with his ever so tolerant best friend who happens to be a member of a popular university choir. Oh and he's a top... large.