My night at the Web…their night at the station!

My move from Jamaica, Queens to Astoria was courtesy of Edine, a friend I met years ago and has been my constant companion whenever she is off from her busy schedules working during and after office hours.  She is an administrative assistant by day and a nanny by dark till late evening or until she is relieved from her duty by the family she works for.  Her full name is Edine Bocalan or as everyone fondly calls her Miss B.  She is Edwin’s room mate in the three-bedroom apartment turned into a four-bedroom one due to the wall they mounted that separated the extra room from the living room, which they share with two other tenants, located along Broadway by 42nd Street.  Edwin, on the other hand, has been my friend for quite a long time that dated back to our days in the SGV/Arthur Andersen office in Manila years ago where we both worked as auditors.

The one bedroom apartment that I was renting was arranged by Miss B through her cordial relationship with the Greek landlady, Nala, who is also the same landlady who owns Miss B and Edwin’s apartment.  It was a pretty decent-sized apartment located on the third floor of the building along 45th Street, which is just 3 blocks from where Miss B and Edwin live.  Nala occupies the second floor apartment and the first floor was reserved for times when her children and grandchildren visit her, which she often does not approve because she said that every time they will take her out to a restaurant she always ends up footing the bill.  “A stingy old lady”, I said to myself; but Nala and I had a good relationship as long as I am not late with the rent which never happened at all during my stay in her apartment.  After all, she took two-months deposit and one month advance rent from me when I moved in so I think that should be enough reason to shut her out of my back.

That Saturday night Edwin and I agreed that we will go to the gay bar frequented by Caucasian guys trying to meet or hook up with Asian guys.  The name of the bar: “The Web”, which was located in between TAO Restaurant and Nora Gardner boutique on 58th Street. Tonight was supposed to be a big night as there is a singing contest and a Miss Gay pageant aside from the usual go-go boys dancing in the center cage in the basement and in every corner of the top floor.  Come to think of it, the top floor is actually the basement since from the street level entrance there is a staircase that leads you down to which is supposed to be the top floor and below it is another lower floor which is actually a second basement.  Well, for argument’s sake let us just call the basement as the top floor and the second basement as the basement floor which is the way you feel when you are inside of it.  The middle part of the top floor is open so you can see from above the dance floor surrounding the center cage where a go-go boy strips in his sexy G-string.

When I came to fetch Edwin at his apartment about 10pm, Miss B was inside his bedroom and they are taking pictures of Miss B in her skimpy lingerie showing her cleavage which Edwin suggested “will get you more attention, Miss B” if she put that picture in her profile in dating sites.  I ended up clicking the camera with a few more shots and then Miss B decided that she will choose the best picture for her profile.  “Where are you going?” she asked me.  We are going to a gay bar of course, because we are gay.  She said “It is Sunday tomorrow and I have no part-time job in the morning.  So I was wondering if maybe I can come with you two?”  Edwin and I were looking at each other because first we know she will not enjoy it because she will not get the benefit of meeting somebody from going to a gay bar, let alone gays are charged $10 for entrance while girls are charged $35, which means Edwin and I have to share again with dividing the cost of bringing Miss B in.  Few more bargaining from Miss B and Edwin and I finally gave in to her pleadings.  “Okay” we said, “You are not going to complain about anything and we will be the one to decide when it is time to go.”  She has no option but to agree; after all it means she can call us or any gay guys in the bar any names she wants and she can make fun of anybody there, she thinks.

By 11pm, we were out of house.  Walking along Broadway taking a turn to Steinway Street toward the train station.  We took the R train heading to Manhattan.  In about few minutes, we got off at 59th Street/ 5th Avenue Station.  Got out of the 60th Street and 5th Avenue exit and walked 2 blocks down to 58th Street and crossed Madison Avenue and in just a blink of an eye we were at the entrance of the bar.  As we were going down the stairs we reminded Miss B that we do not want to hear any complaint from her until we leave the bar at who knows what time when we decide.  Once more she said “Okay” with a smile.

As expected, it was a big night where we can hardly move in to get to the back of the top floor to order some drinks: cranberry vodka for me and coke for Edwin and Miss B.  We decided to go down to the basement so we can squeeze ourselves in to the dance floor which is flooded with gays and girls elbowing each other as they move into the groove of the dance music playing.  Edwin, Miss B and I gave our best moves while sweating under the big crystal ball rolling in the middle of the ceiling of the bar with spotlights flashing everywhere.  Song after song we endured the sweat flowing down our faces as we all felt good: adrenaline pumping as they would call it.  Few bathroom breaks and by 12:30am we are all fired up and were thinking about going home so we headed up to the top floor.  As we were deciding whether we will call it a night or not, there was an announcement asking everyone to clear the dance floor to give way to what turned out to be a Mister Web pageant, contrary to what we thought of a drag queen pageant.  These are some of the good looking go-go boys vying for the title.  Tired as I was, I asked Edwin and Miss B if they were ready to go home but this time Miss B was the one who objected and said “I want to stay for a bit to watch the pageant.”  It was new to me since she is not complaining so I gave in and stood at the corner while the two are at the center part of the floor looking down at the pageant going on in the basement.  I said “Okay, she doesn’t always like watching gay boys but she is interested now so who am I to rain on her parade?”  As I was feeling sleepy I leaned to the side of the wall by the tiny stage where another go-go boy is dancing.  Alas, there is a man in front of me smiling.  Good looking guy probably in his late forties or early fifties and tall.  He introduced himself as Philip shaking my hand as he asked me about mine.  “Eric” I said.  We both said ” Nice meeting you” to each other as he leaned closer to me.  I can smell his breath with alcohol and his perfume which I am sure was spread all over his body as I can smell it from his neck and chest whenever he leans on me to whisper.  He said I was very handsome and wants to know about me so he invited me to walk outside so we can speak to each other in private.  Before we went out I came by Edwin and Miss B to tell them I am going out with this new man I just met and they said it was fine.  Miss B reminded me about the breakfast at my apartment Sunday morning to which I replied with “Yes, of course.  It is still on.”

Philip and I walked out of the bar, holding hands along Fifth Avenue and on to another street which I could not remember to get to his car.  While walking, Philip said he is divorced and has two children who are of legal age.  He was a retired pilot and a French national who is now a naturalized American citizen.  He lives in an opulent neighborhood in New Jersey by himself.  He asked me if I want to go home to him in New Jersey that night but I said no because I have friends coming over on Sunday so we agreed to just go instead to my apartment in Astoria and he can go home Sunday morning.  We drove by Queensboro Bridge onto my apartment in 45th Street.  As soon we got into my apartment, we started kissing.  Philip was now showering me with passionate kisses, French kisses to be exact.  His hands caressing every part of my body making me feel special.  This man knows how to make his man happy.  I can feel something in his crotch is raging like a horse trying to be let out for a heated race with his pants pressed up against mine.  We moved from the living room to the bedroom as he started taking my shirt off slowly.  I took his shirt off and quickly licked his hairy chest as I threw the shirt on the floor and then I slowly hugged him so tight that I can feel his hard nipples and chest hair pressed on to my smooth chest.  He took my face and kissed me so hard as he slid his palm inside the back of my pants reaching for my butt gently caressing it inside my underwear while I start to slowly unbutton his pants.  He was already in full circle like a crazy animal about to eat his prey.  As his pants fell down to his feet I realized  he was not wearing any underwear at all as if he is ready for a fight like a scout.  He knelt and kiss my belly button then he slowly turned my hips around with my butt facing him as he started to grab my pants and underwear slowly pulling it down as he gently kissed each cheek.  Now we are both in our nakedness making love all night long.  I leaned on the table by my bedside as we breathe a sigh of satisfaction, it was already 3:30am.  I have to make sure I have enough sleep as I made a promise to Edwin and Miss B that we will all have breakfast at my apartment at 8am.

I had smiles painted all over my face when I opened my eyes with the morning light on.  Philip has his hands all over me while he kisses my neck and the back of my ear blowing it with warm breath.  I kissed him back and another lovemaking was in the process.  It felt very intense as we reached the peak.  We both felt satisfied with the heated sensation.  Now, I realized it is 7:30am and I said to myself “Oh my gosh, Edwin and Miss B will be here any moment”.  I have to get rid of Philip as soon as possible before Edwin and Miss B arrived.  I immediately stood up, put my underwear on and asked Philip to get dressed telling him that my friends are coming over for breakfast in 30 minutes.  He asked “Can I take a shower first before I go?”  I said “No, there is no time.”  I told him he can take a shower when he gets home.  He was all dressed up but still caressing me as he was hugging me from behind.  He kissed me then asked me “Can I even have a cup of coffee before I go?” I said again “No!” There is no time as I still have to put the coffee maker on and my guests are coming in any moment.  I suggested to him there is a Dunkin Donut store by Steinway Street so he can just stop by there on his way home.  He asked me for my number as he said he will text me when he gets home.  I said “Just give me your number and I will text you as soon as we finished breakfast”, which he did.  He gave me another French kiss and put his jacket on and came down the stairs.  I looked over the window to see him as he went off making sure he is not coming back as I have a feeling Edwin and Miss B are already on their way to my apartment.  I fixed the bed quickly, jumped into the bathroom for a quick shower and out in 5 minutes to start preparing the breakfast.

A continuous buzz startled me as I was taking the eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator.  Who else but Miss B and Edwin asking me non-stop about my visitor last night the minute they walked in.  They wanted to know the details and they are excited to hear stories about Philip.  I gave them as much detail as I allow my closest friends to know but still kept the most sensitive, or rather the most sensuous, part to myself.  To my dismay Miss B asked me “Did you know what happened to me and Edwin last night after you left the club?”  I asked “What?”  The story goes like: after I left at 1am they stayed for another 30 minutes and headed out to go to the train station.  An R train came and they boarded it to go home but upon reaching Queens Plaza station there was an announcement that the train will no longer be in service and all passengers were asked to leave the train and wait for the next one.  Being tired and sleepy the two decided to seat by one of the benches in the station and  take a nap as they wait for the next R train with Miss B’s face resting on Edwin’s neck and their heads against each other.  It turned out that all the R trains were pulled out of service that time so all the trains that passed by the station are only the E trains.  And normally E train runs express and does not stop in the Steinway station where Edwin and Miss B is supposed to get off.  By and by, one E train after another came and still Edwin and Miss B decided to sleep in the bench as they wait for the next train that will stop at their station.  It was at 6am when the two were awakened by the announcement that no R train is running so all passengers getting off at the local stop were advised to take the E train as it is making all local stops to Queens.  It was then that they realized that they were so foolish to even take the nap and not paid attention to the announcement that was probably made when they were already asleep in the station.  Guilty feeling touched my whole body as I realized that while I enjoyed being entangled in the web of lust with Philip there was Miss B and Edwin on the other side of Queens sleeping side by side like homeless persons.  Seating by the center of the table lathering cheese spread on her sliced bread with bacon crackling in her mouth, Miss B blurted out “We are envious!”  She then continued “Not only that you swam in the bed of lust with your beau but you also got enough sleep in your bed comfortably with a man beside you.”  More sighs and laughs as she jokingly said “When it rains, it really pours!”.  Then the three of us were cracking more jokes about the whole situation while we passed the plates of bacon and eggs back and forth with occasional sips of coffee.  Somehow I don’t feel bad anymore because the guilt was turned into humor by the ever comedic Miss B.  Now the joke is: I enjoyed my night in the web while they suffer their night at the subway station.  Queens Plaza station that is!