Untitled. 1 – The Textmate

Written by mstop749

 

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I honestly have no idea how to write and do not aspire to be one.I do emails, documentation, andpresentations as part of my work, that is as far as my writing skills go.

Why am I doing this?
I had a severe case of anxiety and my therapist suggested thatI should try to look at myself from the outside and the best way is to tell my story, to myself. So, after a few deep inhale, hold, exhale – fck it, let’s go.

Like everyone else who is ‘batang 90’s’ all of us have been to the era of textmate, which then turns to sexmate. Yes for those who don’t know, that was blind tinder for you self-entitled young generations! haha. You will never know the feeling and suspense of meeting your textmate or sexmate for the first time. I was in high school back then, it was the hype of ‘clan’ and unlitext of Sun cellular. (ohh the nostalgia is real!! haha).

As a normal high school boy, ung kalibugan ko is unlimited din. I was in 2nd-year high school and we always wait in corridors for 3rd and 4th years walking just to stare at their well develop breasts. Even better pag ung bra nila is black or red (the best)! you can see it through the thin white uniform blouse. I attended public school, so expected ung mga students varies from class A – eto ung mga pwede, class B – pwede na konti ayos lang, pero ung mga class S – eto ung mga iniinvite sa palaro ni Taguro. (gets nyo yan kung batang 90s ka).

Sadly, hindi ako gwapo nung highschool. (well ngayon din naman) I was not part of the ‘cool kids’ pero I do have small group of friends na mas prefer maginom ng gin-pomelo kesa maghatid sundo or manligaw ng mga babae. So jan na pumasok ung textmate. Mybeloved Nokia5110 (3310 pag mejo angkat sa buhay) a hand me down phone from my cousin did serve me good. Nung una pang porma lang, para feeling ‘in’ ka sa school pero wala naman load. haha.

Then it started, the amazing Sun of unlimited text. Suddenly nagkaroon ng hope ung mga kagaya namin na loser sa school. Ung isa sa tropa ko mejo may kaya and nauna na sya magkaroon ng cp saming lahat, nakikibasa lang kami sa mga katextmate nya. But tables turned, I now have my own and he gave me a number to start texting.

Me having some background on how the textmate-system works (kasi nakikibasa na kami) I started a little aggressive. My intro was something like ‘hello binigay ni Bryan ung number mo, malibog ka ba?’Thinking about it now, makes me laugh, oh man I was really fucked up growing up. So few minutes passed, no reply. Hours, still nothing. All this while pretending I’m listening to my Values Education teacher who I swear looks like the late Miriam Defensor.

Suddenly, I felt a vibration, she replies and the message is along the lines of ‘sino to? oo malibog ako, ikaw ba?’ Oh boy, I felt the urge down to my stomach like I wanted to scream like I won a lottery. I tried to be cool or at least pretend to be cool so my reply was‘depende, bakit masarap ka ba?’ At this point, I cannot hold it to myself, I sneakily showed the message to my classmate next to me (proud ako perstaym eh!) and he gave me a muscle flex sign which means yeah boy! (to validate my ego) I cannot stop staring at the tiny display screen of my 5110 with the orange backlight. Then the backlight starts to flicker (yes it flickers when there is an incoming message or call) I know a reply is incoming and there it is.

I’m shaking at this point as I wait for the loading bar of the opening message to complete. Then there it is, the message ‘sabi ng ex ko masarap daw ako. asl mo?’after reading this message in my mind I’m already doing this girl all the nasty things I learned from watching porn and all my fantasy since childhood combined! I already have a massive boner buti nalang tapos ng ung class, teacher left us in classroom and while we wait for the next some of my classmates started moving around and doing their chit chats. I did not move a muscle.

I’m locked on my phone re-reading the reply, thinking to myself, putang ina anong rereply ko dito.I want the texting to continue but I don’t have a game plan ready! So I panic, I ask my friend na classmate ko din, I showed him the chat and he was like ‘putang ina jackpot tol, sarap!’ I desperately asked him, ‘tol anong magandang reply?’ and this scumbag asshole is a master he said ‘tanong mo kung pano nasabi nung ex nya na masarap sya’ I punch him on the shoulder and said ‘galing mu talaga damo ka’ (yes I’m from that province).

So naive high school boy I am, I replied ‘ano bang pinatikim mo sa ex mo bakit nasarapan sya?’
At this point, I’m not nervous anymore, I somehow got the idea of how to play the game. The thing is (I think that time) is to keep asking questions. Not just any questions, questions that you will either like the answer or she have to reply to deflect it, either way, there is a consistent exchange of messages.

After a few minutes, she replied ‘masarap daw puke ko, bakit? malibog ka ba?’
Tangina kung alam mo lang haha, so I replied‘oo malibog ako bakit?’
She replied‘wala lang.. baka kailangan mo lang ng mainit na bunganga ko’
I was stunned. My phone died even before ako makapagreply. Never in my life I was so excited to go home from school to charge and continue texting. I was so ready and I know I will masturbate furiously while reading her messages. I got home, charge the phone even before I drop my backpack down. Waited a few minutes, changed to my pambahay and walk around the house to check kung may tao, and locked the gate. Everything is ready, I formulated in my head all the nasty replies and how much I want to fuck her with words. My phone comes back to life, 3 new messages.

I checked the first message‘ano d kna reply, ayaw mo ba? sabi ng ex ko magaling daw ako sumubo.’
second message ‘malaki ba burat mo? magkakasya kaya sa bibig ko? sa ex ko kasi maliit lang nung sinubo ko’At this point, I dropped my shorts and brief and prepare my rock-hard cock for a rigorous session. This is it and honestly, I can already cum at that point. But I plan to climax on her last message, I know it will be fucking hot.

Third message:‘tol Bryan ni nimal, aydamo ka! malibi!’ (‘tol si Bryan to animal, namo ka! Malibog!)

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— to be continued

I think my therapist was right, writing this none sense made me feel a little positive.