The Confessions of a Callboy in the Future
By Frank Medina
The Confessions of a Callboy in the Future
By Frank Medina
Published by Frank Medina, at Smashwords
Philippine Copyright 2008
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Memories of Manila
Walking in Manila was kind of weird. When I was a kid, I had seen old magazines pictures of a big city, with cars, lights and sounds, but this was nothing like what I had imagined.
Whole city blocks were deserted. Trees and bushes were slowly uprooting cement floors, walls and roofs. The acacia trees were going especially crazy, growing anywhere; in foundations, sidewalks and streets. Rats, birds, and stray cats scampered about, ignoring me. It was sort of like a revenge of nature. But at the same time it was kind of sad, it felt like progress had been defeated. Which, come to think of it, it had.
Also another thing that I thought there was going to be a lot of pollution in the air. I had read so much about it in old books and magazines that my father had collected. But really, the air was clean, in fact, even after walking fifteen minutes away from Manila bay I could still smell the sea.
You have to remember, my arrival was nearly twenty years ago, about 2040. Back then, there were so few people around, and like now, there were few guys. I only saw women. After that catastrophe, where most of the people, especially males had died off due to the radiation, things had a ghost town feel. It’s probably changed by now.
Anyway was very little traffic, which I had expected. After all, there was very little gasoline, and the city had shrunk in size from about twenty five million to under a half million. There were many bicycles though. They warned me during the orientation I would be walking, but since I walked around in Palawan my whole life, this was OK. My bags really weren’t that heavy or anything.
But I got an unwelcome welcome. Just as I was going across Taft and United Nations, this police car pulled up, and the lady cop yelled out at me to stop. So I put down my bags and being a bit nervous, asked in a quiet voice “Ma’am?”
“Just where do you think you are going boy?” as she got out of the car.
“Ha-happy days ma’am, ms police officer!” I was a bit nervous, because I had never been pulled over by a policewoman before. I knew all the people in my town by sight.
“Let me look at that collar, boy! Lean over the trunk”
So I did. I should say something about the ID collar back then. It was a permanent, metal thing that all males had to wear, that had an embedded code giving your history, where you lived, etc. My collar was red—meaning callboy.
She took out her gadget, and read my collar. It was kind of funny, because since I was kind of tall, and she was kind of short and on the fat side, I had to nearly squat down while leaning over so she could scan my collar.
“Ah, so you are going to Happy Days, from the ship. Ok, that makes sense. You know, it’s a bit unusual to see a male, let alone with an orange t shirt walking around by himself. You know the way there?
“I think so ma’am. I just stay on this street for a few more blocks, correct?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Just keep to your route, and stay out of trouble.”
“Yes ma’am.” And with that, she zoomed off in her car.
Fortunately, the street signs were clear, so I found the “Happy Days, Always Open” easy enough.
Let me say something about the place. It was actually an old high rise condominium, but as I found out later, the top fifteen floors were sealed off. But we had the first three floors all to ourselves. The place must have been kind of high end in its day. It was kind of nice on the outside, the paint was fresh, unlike most other places that I had seen. I liked the palm trees in the front, with a circular driveway with large overhang, and then in the back I could make out some big trees growing. Also in the front was actual cut grass, with some nice bushes, giving the place sort of a groomed looked. Looking around a bit to the back, attached to an iron grilled fence, I could see metal roofing material. It didn’t add anything to the security or anything, so I figured it must have been added so that the males and females couldn’t look at each other.
Also in the back, I could hear a few boys cheering, with an occasional whistle, about what, I couldn’t tell.
I returned to the driveway, and walked on up, and in through the big glass front doors. Very impressive! And what was even better, it was air conditioned! By this time my t shirt was sticking to my back!
“You must be Frank! We’ve been expecting you!”
“Hello!” I called back. A guy in his mid twenties, wearing white t—shirt and shorts came walking out of a door. But what I will always remember about this guy was his smile! Big, bright, and totally sincere. It was a kind of smile that you can’t stop yourself from smiling back.
“I’m Jerome. Just put your things down right there, and I’ll get the boss.”
“Thank you elder brother.”
Setting my stuff down, I got a chance to look around the front area. it was darkish waiting area, with some stylish big thick sofas. Jerome had come out of a small office, about big enough for about three people max. On the walls lay some signs, and what seemed to be some sort of business permits. There was a lounge area for the guests to the side, and right beside the office there was a glass window looking into another room that looked like a lounging room too, but it was lit up. Inside were three guys, about my age in sitting around in briefs.
Coming up the hallway marked “off limits” came Jerome with a woman. She seemed to be about thirty or so, in a pink tank top with matching shorts. Strangely, her hair, hanging straight down to the shoulders, was white, like an original blonde And she wasn’t a mestIza, she must have just dyed the hell of her hair.
“So you must be Frank. How was your boat trip?”
“It was OK; I actually slept through most of it.”
“Good, I hope that means you’re rested up, because we might just start you working tonight.”
“Yes ma’am.” (Although I really shouldn’t have said that, because I really had no idea of what I was supposed to do.)
“I’ll pair you another more experienced boy tonight, with Jerome here, and you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
“OK, ma’am.”
“In fact, you’re going to be Jerome’s buddy for the next couple of weeks. He is going to be your guide, and he is really good boy, and he will be like a elder brother to you. Does that sound OK?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Now, you don’t need to call me ma’am all the time. My name is Candice. Just call me Ms Candice, or Ma’am Candice.”
“Yes ma’am. I mean Ms Candice.” She was making me a bit nervous. With this, Jerome came over and gave me a smile and put his hand on my shoulder. So it was I guess OK with me, at least he didn’t seem like a mean guy or anything.
“OK, now you have your papers with you? Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Oh I was stopped by the police on my way here! They looked at my collar?”
“They did! Any problems at all?”
“No ma’am. She just read my collar and said that I was headed to Happy Days.” “Which you were, right? I mean not wondering around?”
“Yes, Ms. Candice. Actually I was only maybe six blocks away.”
“Well, they were just doing their jobs. You were an unusual sight.”
“Yes, ma’am.
I gave her the papers, and she even wanted to look at my collar to double check my identity. She was a bit quick, so efficient, while I was still mentally on the boat. But what was strange was the next order. Then, while rummaging through the drawers, she gave out another order.
“Now, please strip off your clothes.”
Yikes! She really meant it! Hesitantly I took off my orange t shirt.
“I said your clothes! All of your clothes!
She sounded impatient, so I did as I was told, but I was kind of ashamed. I wasn’t used to taking off my clothes in front of a female. Even my mom had not seen me naked, at least that I can remember. So I left on my brief.
“Briefs too!”
So off it went, I mean I didn’t want to make her upset at the first. I just turned my back away from her.
What was also bad was my basket. It had straps on it, tied around my private parts, that couldn’t be removed otherwise the callboy would get in trouble with the policewomen. It was given to all boys going on trips, to make sure they behaved themselves, and made it about impossible for illegal sex. Even though it was made of material similar to a mosquito net, traveling with it on, meant that I really couldn’t bath that well. I knew that I was smelly.
All of this time, she was looking around for some papers in the file cabinets, but then upon seeing me, stripped, she called out for Jerome.
“Jerome, get out the scissors and cut away the strap, and get a washrag from the boy’s sink”.
So he left, leaving only me and her in the small office. Fortunately, nothing happened with me and my new boss while Jerome was away. She seemed to busy looking for some pieces of paper, and complaining under her breath about a lack of staff. He came right back, to my relief, gave me a small pair of wire clippers, and gave me a wet washrag. Murmuring thanks, I clipped off the strap, and wiped down my private area. . Even though I was embarrassed, it frankly, it felt good to free once again of that basket thing. I was worried about getting a rash, and the guard in my province had strapped it on too tight.
“Ah, I’ve got it now! This is your file, but we need to do a little paperwork. But hold it Frank; would you give me that washrag for a second? I want to try something.”
So I handed her the washrag, but my God, she started to stroke my penis with it! Right underneath the head, and the washrag was smooth, not rough!
“Ma’am, please, what are you doing?”
But this got no reaction from her, she was just staring at it, and I was afraid to step back because she might get angry. I quickly looked at Jerome, who just gave me a don’t worry about it sort of look.
But I was so embarrassed! Especially so, because I actually was starting to get hard. Even though she wasn’t actually touching me with her hands, and only used the smooth washcloth to rub it, still I’m afraid that it felt good, especially after it being bunched up in the basket for over two days.
Mercifully, she finally stopped once my penis stretched itself out.
“OK, it looks like you’re healthy enough for us. Get back into your briefs, ah no, on second thought, Jerome, get him a pair of our shorts and a brief, and just stick your t shirt and pants in your bag. You won’t need them for a while.”
“Now, how is your reading and writing?”
“Well, its OK, I graduated from my third year high school.”
“Well, let’s just be on the safe side, and let me fill out the form. Have a seat, and let me ask you a few questions. You do kind of look funny with an erection hanging out there. Cover it with the washrag. Oh, by the way, my name is Candice, and I’m the overall one in charge here.”
And out she came the questions and the answers as I was putting on my new brief and shorts. Spelling of last name, is “M E D I N A. Date of birth? 2021, May 14. You just turned 17? Yes, ma’am. Place? San Marleno, Palawan. Father? RogellIo Medina. Deceased? Yes. Cause of father’s death? Radiation poisoning. Mother? Still living in San Marleno. Any brothers or sisters? None. Schooling? Finished high school at South Puerto Boys School. You had an orientation about what goes on in a place like this? Yes, it was for two hours in Puerto Princessa. .
“Now let me say Frank, you are one lucky boy. Really, these sex clinics accept only a few of you boys. Because of the radiation poisoning getting mostly the males, only about one out of ten get accepted. Well, I don’t need to remind you, I’m sure you probably saw it at your school, I bet only a few of you made it into one of these places. The others will have a very hard life ahead of them. At least for you, and boys like Jerome here, life can be pretty enjoyable for the next ten years or so. But it isn’t a playpen here, you just can’t do what you want to do. I want work, performance from my boys. What I don’t like is excuses. Got me?”
“Yes ma’am.” God, I thought maybe this woman was a slave driver!
“It’s Ms Candice. OK, I will treat you fairly, there will be breaks, and so on, but really, you have got to be flexible, and not act like a spoiled brat. What we do here is perform a service to our clients, women, who may or may not want to get pregnant, and have a good time while doing it. You are a performer, and I want you to always give your 100%. Clear?”
“Yes ma’am, I mean Ms Candice, you can count on me.”
“Sometimes they clients will ask that you wear a condom. You will never refuse them, or for that matter, any reasonable request from our clients. Understood?”
“Yes Ms. Candice.”
“Your job is essential to the preservation of the human race Frank. You, and all of the boys here, have something essential between your legs. You need to service as many women as you can. The preservation of the human race is at stake, that is how important your job is Frank.
“But not all come here to get pregnant. Sometimes, the women come here to unwind, to blow off some stress, because they are the ones doing all the work to keep things going. You boys on the other hand, are doing something enjoyable. But here, we recognize that what you do is work, hard work. Making sex is work, make no mistake about it. If you don’t want to service someone in particular, or anyone on any particular night, you had better have an real good excuse. Because this is your job, to happily service women. Women both fat and thin, old and young, ugly and beautiful. And if you are not happy about the customer, you act happy anyway. You are a performer! Got it?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“In addition to servicing our customers, you will be assigned jobs around here, like cleaning and things like that. You will not complain about that?”
“Oh no ma’am, I’ve done lots of cleaning back home.”
“OK, now there will be more orientation probably next week, because we will be getting a couple more boys then. Until then, stay out of trouble, and follow Jerome’s orders. If you don’t, he is ordered to report to me at once, right Jerome?”
“Yes ma’am. Hopefully, we won’t have any problems.”
“In a couple of days the sewers will put on your number on the briefs and shorts that you will wear all the time. But put these on in the meantime. Your number is 78. Now one more thing. Remember, I have the power to send you back with your town mates fishing in Palawan if you don’t behave. I have the power to send you to the clinic where they will make your eggs sterile. Permanently. So, remember, I don’t want any trouble, OK? “
“Yes ma’am, you won’t have any trouble from me.”
God, she was scary! I really didn’t know that she could do all of those things to me! I know I really did not want to turn out like my high school batch, who only with a few of exceptions, graduated sterilized!
“OK, Jerome, show him around; have him follow you around for the next couple of days. Where you go, he goes. He will be your tail. And remember, you both are on at 8 PM tonight.”
“But Ms Candice! I don’t know what to do! I’ve never done anything like this before! Really!” I confessed.
“Yes! And if you had, you really would be in big trouble, wouldn’t you! You had better be virgin! Of course I realize that, but frankly, Frank, oh, that’s good. . . you will soon find out we don’t have enough boys right now. So, you just do the best you can do, tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am, yes Ms Candice. I won’t worry.”
“Don’t. Take care!”
I was really relieved to get out of there. Jerome and I went off we down the hall, for the tour, as he put it.
“You really don’t have to worry about her, ma’am Candice. She sounds tough, but really she is quite reasonable. She just likes to be strict starting off with the newcomers. Don’t worry, I’ll bet you do just fine here.”
“I hope so. I just never done something like this before.”
“Well, none of us have, I started out just the same way. Coming to the big city from the province, just like you. And by the way, quite a few guys are also from Palawan, I guess it wasn’t so badly hit by the catastrophe.”
“Now, when you came in, that was the main reception room, for the visiting women. That place is normally off limits to us, and really, but just about every other place else in here we can go.”
“Where can I place my bags and stuff big brother?”
“That’s just where we’re going right now, to your bunk area. You’ll be sleeping next to me for the next week or so, so you can lay your things there.
I should say something about the place. Unlike the front, the place had no aircon. But there was big jealousy type windows in all the rooms, which helped keep a breeze through the place. It was painted in sort of mostly in white, had cement walls, with nice wooden floors, and everything was really clean. We passed a couple of boys cleaning the floors, who said ‘hello newcomer!’ in a nice way to me, and I smiled back. We passed by what looked like a kitchen, with swinging doors, and some boys were also working in there. Everyone was wearing the white shorts with numbers, and most of them had their t shirts off. Then out we went, under some covered walkways to what looked like a small barracks.
“Now there are three barracks, one for the morning shift, afternoon shift, and then one for the night shift. We’re on the night shift. That’s when we get the most customers, so we’ve got the biggest barracks. But as of now, we are understaffed, with only about fifty boys altogether, which means a lot of overwork. In addition to servicing the females, we also have to work to keep the place clean, and exercise to keep in shape. It is a lot of work, and ma’am Candice is right, it does mean a lot of performance.”
“But the place you’ve got here seems nice. Much better than my high school.”
We had entered the barracks, but really, it seemed clean, not smelly, like my high school barracks. Fortunately there the barracks were under the shade of a six narra trees, so it didn’t seem to hot inside. Perhaps there were about thirty beds in the place and big open windows on two sides. The beds were spaced about three feet apart from each other, with big suitcases under the beds. Everything was tidy, with only a single sheet on top of every bed. At the entrance was a huge dirty clothes basket.
“OK, now this is my bed, and right beside me you sleep. This is your bed.”
“But isn’t this the place where you have women over sleeping?”
“Oh no, this is our quarters. No women are allowed past the front reception and parlor area. This is just for us.”
“Oh, so this is really where you live.”
“Yeah, well this is where we sleep, if that’s what you mean. Just lay your stuff on top, and later you’ll get a chance to put the stuff away, you will get this suitcase, but without a lock! But don’t worry about anyone stealing your things, those things really don’t happen around here.”
“Now, do want something to eat? I know it’s like near ten o’clock, too late for breakfast, but are you hungry?
“Well, actually, I missed breakfast on the ship, so, well, yeah, I’m hungry.”
“So lets see If we can get some food in the kitchen.”
“Jerome, but just a second. Can I just say something?”
I sat down on the bed.
“Jerome, I can’t get over feeling embarrassed. I was so ashamed!”
“What, about what? Oh, I know, ma’am Candice and the washcloth?”
“Yes, the rubbing! She just reached out and grabbed it! I was naked, and there wasn’t anything I could do!”
“Yeah, so what? It’s only normal.”
“But it was right out in the open; anyone could have come in and seen me. And you, you’re a guy and all, but you were there too!”
“OK, Frank, let’s get something straight. It’s natural here. This is a sex place. Everybody knows everyone else’s sex stuff. You’ll see this later on, but really, I hate to say it, but ma’am Candice will probably be checking out your performance with the customers in the next few days. That is her job. She just did that to you to make sure you can get hard all right, and that you are a normal guy.”
“Yeah, but I never got even undressed in front of a woman before. Sure, guys yes, but not in front of a woman.”
“Of course you haven’t, no high school boys are allowed to. They know this! Don’t worry about it! How do you think everyone starts out? Just like you.”
“But it’s not natural! I mean having sex like this!”
“But it is natural, at least here. You’ll see, it’s just like playing basketball!”
“What, basketball? Sex and basketball?
“Oh, my God, don’t worry so much. I promise, you will get used to it. I will help you; so don’t make such a big deal about it.”
“OK, OK, just asking.”
“Anyway, answer my question: Are you hungry?”
“Yes, yes, let’s get some food.”
So off we went again. I should say this, Jerome was nice to me, and made me feel at home. He walked close to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. Besides, that big smile of his. No one could feel uncomfortable with him, because that smile was so sincere! Maybe he thought of me as a totally worried guy, I don’t know. But at least he was nice to me, so I couldn’t complain.
My First Time
Back through the swinging doors was the big dining room. it was just like my old high school cafeteria; well, maybe with a bit more home like feel, because it had fabrics over the walls, and some other simple decorations. Also, everything was clean here, with new, not rotting paint.
But inside there wasn’t anyone else eating, because, as Jerome explained, there are regular eating schedules, and 10:30 AM wasn’t one of them. Otherwise the cooks would go crazy, Jerome said, serving food all of the times. But we did get some food from the buffet table, which still had a little bit of food left.
“So the cooks don’t get any sex big brother?” I asked.
“Oh no, everybody, well everyone but ma’am Candice, all the guys get sex. So these cooks only work part time in the kitchen, and just like everyone else works the ladies.”
“Don’t you want the cook to cook you up something?”
“Hey, no that’s ok. I can get something to snack on now, and eat more later, like at lunch time.”
“You’re sure? This is ok with you?”
“Hey, it’s fine. I’ll just have some pan de sal with some longinesa and some eggs. I’ll be fine. They got coffee here?”
“Oh, coffee, sure. It’s just back there.”
So I got my breakfast. Actually the food was OK, better than my high school. In fact, there was fresh fruit lying out, under screens, for anyone to eat. Jerome explained that the administration of sex places wanted to make the food wholesome and delicious, so the boys would stay healthy. The reasoning was that boys who were not healthy could not do sex as well, and their sperms would be weak.
“That’s sounds good to me big brother,” I said. “At least we get fed well. But one thing, where are the rest of the guys? I thought that this place would have lots of guys in it, and only you, me and the cook are here!”
“That’s easy. The late shift just went to sleep at maybe eight or so, and the rest of the guys are watching our basketball game. Didn’t you hear them?”
“Yeah, I think I did, when I came in and then in the barracks. Can we watch too big brother?
“Sure, but you eat up first. Me, I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”
At this point, I should describe Jerome. He was maybe about 22, he was a bit shorter than me, maybe by one inch, so it would put him about 5’9. But, unlike me, he had muscles, he was well built in the chest that is, nice straight nose, and lighter complexion than me. He did though look a little bit funny though, because his mouth always hung out a little bit open, which made him look a little dumb, although he wasn’t.
“Ok, finished? Was the food OK?”
“Yeah, great. Thanks for your help Jerome.”
“Hey, it’s no problem. I enjoy showing the new guys around. Anyway, you wanted to see the basketball game? First, put your plates and stuff over there in the tub.”
On the way over to the game, Jerome explained that the sex places have tournaments for basketball among themselves. The administration is not encouraging the tournaments, but supports them anyway because the boys like it so much. They don’t like the injury thing so much, and worry that the boys lose their focus on sex. So they had threatened to cancel it a few times, but so far, it continues.
Jerome was right that the rest of the guys were out either playing or watching the game. He said that there were about fifty guys, although there should really be more here, because they could use the “manpower.” And he made some introductions during the slow parts of the game. The other guys seemed OK, at least they seemed friendly. Also, most of these guys were good looking. Nearly all had the V type of body, narrow hips, wide shoulders. I asked Jerome about it, and he said that Happy Days tries to pick out the most handsome of the graduating batch of the high schools. Also, the boys keep in shape around here, and work out, play basketball and do things like that.
Anyway, our team, the Happy Days, lost, and I’m afraid that it wasn’t even close. Our team couldn’t shoot very well, and the Hot Spots, another sex place won. But during the game I found out from Jerome that the league was composed of five teams, covering all of the sex parlors of Metro Manila. So I guess it was a place to meet the other guys from the other places in town.
Among the audience was this guy Josh from Palawan too, who graduated before me from my same high school. I was happy to see a fellow Palewaño here, even though I really didn’t know his town that well.
And another thing, the guys were all a little bit older than me, that is 18 to about 23. They were easy to make friends with. A couple of boys in fact said that they were glad that I and the other newcomers had come in, because they were getting so tired, from servicing the women, doing chores, that they really got no rest.
The other boys also didn’t treat me like I was below them, you know, how some boys treat any newcomers, especially ones that are younger than they are. They didn’t give me suspicious stares either, instead of stares, it was smiles. It felt ok.
But it was kind of odd in a way, because at lunch, served right after the basketball game, they made fun of Jerome and his sexual habits. I of course did not join in, but it was funny to listen to. It was Gerald who really started it off.
“So, Frank, I really don’t understand how ma’am Candice expects you to learn anything from this guy. Jerome is the most unsought after, the most unpopular guy in this place. I swear, the women must call each other up, and say to each other: Stay away from Jerome! I mean the guy gets no customers!”
“Yeah, he’s always the last one picked. Why I wonder? Why is it that everyone gets a date for the night, while Jerome always gets left behind?
The other guys seemed to agree with this. Only after about a minute or so, did Jerome take the bait.
“Frank, don’t you listen to a word of it!”| Jerome said waving his spoon in the air. “You know who I get, the ones that Gerald had, and now no longer want him! It’s like the saying, try the rest, and then settle for the best, and that is Jerome.”
I’m afraid this statement was met with jeers from all around. Another boy with the name of Jon-Jon exclaimed:
“I’m afraid I can’t let that statement pass. Guys have you ever heard Jerome even pant, say the least little word while having sex? Well have you! No, of course you haven’t. It’s because Jerome comes like rat, he starts, and it’s over in thirty seconds! He’s the best! Excuse me!”
Now I should say my official guide took this with good humor, and fired back:
“Oh, Jon-Jon, who is talking? Or should I say groaning? Uuuhhh! Uuuuhhh! Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh, it’s so close now, uh,uh,uh! My god, it’s like he has a microphone Jon-Jon is so loud!”
This must of been right on the mark, because soon our table of guys were all going, uh,uh, uh, etc. to Jon-Jon, and a few were busy giving him light slaps, and one even stood up and began thrusting his hips, pretending he was Jon-Jon.
There was much more of this conversation, but I think that you get the sense of it pretty well. it was kind of funny, but it did make me wonder, just a little bit, at the sexual skills of my official guide. Nevertheless, I assured myself, he knows much more than I do.
After we put away our dishes, and the other boys went their own separate ways, Jerome took me to the laundry. He explained that we do no washing ourselves, but there was a laundry service, which sounded impressive.
“You see, they need to do a lot of washing around here, there are bed sheets that get changed about two or three times a day, that is after every customer. That includes pillowcases too. And there are towels for the women, and towels for the guys. And then all of our bed sheets and clothes.”
“But our clothes aren’t that much; it seems like briefs, tee shirts, and shorts.”
“But the rest of it is, and we are supposed to be servicing females, not running a laundry. So we got big washing machines here, and a really large area for drying clothes outside.”
“Boy, in Palawan, most of us don’t have any electricity any more, I mean, there are only electrical outlets in the walls, but no electricity!”
“Well, could you imagine doing all of this washing by hand? It’d be impossible. Besides that, this place is a government priority! Without us, there would be no more kids, no more people being born, no more human race! So we’re important around here!”
“OK, I guess I see your point.”
“Oh by the way, mister full of questions, guess after you’ve settled in, where you will be working? I mean when not in the parlor?
“Where, in the kitchen?
“No, you lucky boy, you will be a prisoner in the laundry room! Right here!”
“That doesn’t sound nice.”
“Well, it isn’t, and that’s why all the newcomers go there first. So they can get it out of the way! Well, anyway, here we are!”
“George, this is a new boy in town, Frank. He just came in this morning, and he needs to be outfitted.”
“Hello Frank, I’m glad to meet you. Where you from?”
“Palawan, a small town in Palawan.
“Well, good for you, I’ll be seeing you around. in the meantime, this is the deal. I’m not sure if Jerome told you or anything, but you get five pairs of trunks, three tee shirts, and seven briefs. And you get the choice of colors, and that’s white, white, and more white. All of these things are monogrammed with your number on it. So that way everyone knows it’s you. But the monogramming takes about two days, so until then; you’ll be wearing just the plain white trunks and tee shirts. That’s sounds OK to you?
“Yeah, fine.”
“Now, you want to go by the name of Frank? You got a nickname or anything?”
“No, Franks OK with me.”
“Waist size, I’d say about a 28?”
“Yeah, 28 is my size.”
“OK, just give me a few days. Come back on the afternoon of say Friday. OK? Oh, one more thing, what’s your number?”
“What number?
“78.” said Jerome.
“I’m number 78?” I said.
“That’s your number, and that’s how the women will know you, because it’ll be written on your briefs, trunks, everything. So just come back Friday, in the afternoon,” said George.
So off we went back to the barracks. On the way back, I asked Jerome why even the briefs had the number on them. He said in the viewing room, or parlor, they could pick us out better if there were numbers on them. Besides, who wants to wear someone else’s brief?
Also, I noticed that none of the boys were wearing sandals or anything on their feet. Jerome said that we always went barefoot, because sandals were an added expense, and the boys suspected that there were no shoes so we couldn’t so easily sneak off.
So upon reaching the barracks, I had a chance to fix up my stuff in the cupboard beside my bed, and then Jerome and I took a nap until seven.
But what was weird was that we weren’t even allowed to sleep with our briefs on. Jerome said that we could sleep with our just our t—shirt on, or just naked, but that was it. Evidently scientific studies showed that the eggs need to be kept cool so to maintain the best sperm counts.
So, even though I was used to sleeping in my briefs, you know the saying, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I, like the other boys, slept in nothing at all.
So, after shower and dinner, Jerome and I went to the famous viewing room. I already described it a bit before, when I came in the first time. There was a lounge area for the guys, and then a lounge area for the women. What set apart the male area though was the lights, we had lots of lights, while the women’s area had nearly nothing. I figured maybe the women did not want to be seen that well, maybe they were embarrassed just like I was. And they had this sound system going playing the latest slow rock, and had a small bar or something serving drinks.
Some of us stood around, while others sat on these sofas behind a big picture window waiting for women to pick us out. it was kind of strange. We had left our shorts back in the barracks, and stripped down to our briefs and just sort of sit around on these tall stools, although we could still hear the music from outside, I bet that it got boring after awhile. We weren’t supposed to play around with each other, but act quiet. And no sleeping, other wise ma’am Candice would get upset at us. And somehow, we were supposed to look sexy, but since I didn’t really know how to do that, I didn’t even try.
Admittedly, I was a bit nervous, and the other boys did not help me one single bit.
“Oh Frank, watch out, some of the customers like to tie you up on the bed! Then they drip hot wax on your privates!”
“Oh Frank, some of the women here, If you don’t perform well, they tell ma’am Candice, and file an official complaint! And you know what happens then!”
“Like remember what happened to Robert! He got sent back to Sulu, egg—less!”
“And what about that other boy who was tortured by the woman! She broke his little finger!”
Jerome, to my great relief, finally put an end to the discussion, telling them all that they were making it worse for me on my first night. But a little later, taking Jerome aside, I did get the nerve to ask:
“Did those things really happen? Like the boy who was tortured, and the other that get sent back to his province?”
“Yes, they did, but don’t worry, you won’t mess up, and I’m here, with you for the next week or so, you don’t have to worry. I’m your guide, OK. Wherever I go, you will too.”
“Oh, now there are a couple of things that you need to know about the customers.” Jerome said. “Many women came here for relaxation, maybe a message, with sex. These types are fairly easy to please but there’s others that will be impossible to please! They don’t like men that much, they don’t want to be touched by a man, yet they want to give birth to a kid. So, about one fourth of the time, what we are doing is providing the semen to the women, and yet they won’t be turned on to you. See? Then there are others who really don’t want any contact at all with us, yet they want a baby. So, what do they do? They get a semen sample from a boy they pick out.”
“What, how’s that?”
“Easy, the women look at the number on our briefs, and ask Candice or her helper Alice our name. They might go ahead and look at our DNA info, and if they like it, then either they have sex with us, or we give them a fresh sample of our juice.”
“Just like a cow?”
“Kind of sort of. There is a room, first door on the right out of here, and there they guy slips on a condom, masturbates, and then places it on a special container in this little window. A woman assistant of ma’am Candice takes it, and sticks it up the vagina of the woman. Then, if the woman has timed it right, she gets pregnant.”
“Wow, have you done this a lot of times? This semen sample thing?”
“Yeah, lots a times, and it gets to be pretty routine after a while.”
“OK, but Jerome, listen, it could be, well think of it, what about all of the women who have had a baby after you’ve had sex with them. There’s probably a lot of kids that you’ve fathered the regular way too, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know, I don’t feel that weird about those kids. I have had now a few repeat customers now, and I wonder, did they produce a child of mine? But the ladies won’t answer they don’t want complications, so don’t bother to ask. But at least we had sex, and I could see the woman up close and talk to her. The other ones, where I just masturbated into a condom, I don’t even know what their mothers look like! I just gave my juice only, and then, poof, there’s a baby on the way! I mean, how could I really be the father of a baby, and all I did was masturbate in a condom?”
In the meantime, while all of this was going on, there was a small crowd of women gathering outside. We could barely make out any features though, because of the glare of the lights. They were normal looking women. They were women about 20 years old to forty, maybe even forty plus. And I was a little bit surprised, because I thought they would have tight shorts on or something, but really, some looked like business executives, while others looked like women who sold vegetables. I guess they were dressed a bit better than the women of Palawan, but I guess this was the big city.
But I was still nervous, and Jerome up until then had told me very little of what to do.
“But Jerome, I really don’t know anything about this kind of thing. I’ve never even seen anything like it. I’ve only seen pictures from old magazines of a woman’s private parts! You have to tell me what to do!”
“You are so worried! Look, nothing is going to happen to you tonight! I mean it’s so unlikely, because the woman will want you only to watch! Ms Candice will tell them, don’t worry!”
Candice was outside the glass window, helping the ladies choose their mate for the evening. We couldn’t hear anything going on outside. But one by one, ma’am Candice chose boys, to go to a certain room. After about 30 minutes were only about four of us left. Now seeing that we started with about 20 boys, I was recalling again the teasing about Jerome getting picked last. Was there something about him, or maybe was it me that wasn’t desirable? I had to ask:
“No offense intended Jerome, but aren’t we good looking enough for these women? Why are we still waiting?”
“Oh don’t worry, sometimes it takes awhile. Did you ever try fishing? I mean as a kid? Sometimes you got bites like crazy, and sometimes nothing at all.”
“Oh well, I guess I was sort of looking forward to doing it for my first time.”
“Another thing Frank, is that most women don’t like two boys in one room. Actually, they’re kind of scared of us, because we’re bigger than them. Even though we couldn’t do anything even if we tried in a place like this. So anyway, we usually get solo performances, with one or two, sometimes women at a time. They don’t like to be around a lot of guys. So we’re really waiting for a small party of females who want two guys”
“What do you mean?”
“Well usually one guy services a couple of women at a time, because it’s cheaper for the women. Most women can’t afford just having one guy for the evening, so they split the cost between them.”
“You mean they’re being charged for me at the full rate?”
“Well not exactly, because for you and me, it will be two for the price of one. You’re new, that’s why. But hopefully, someone will want ‘virgin from the province’!”
“Yikes, I’m the virgin from the province?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Well yeah, I guess. But you’ll train me, won’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll help, but still, the fact is, you don’t know much. But whatever, I suspect you see, women don’t like being outnumbered by the guys in a room, so, they don’t want a thing of two against one, or a two on two thing.”
“You mean they are afraid of us? It’s more like we should be afraid of them!”
“Well, yes and no. See, we’re bigger and stronger than them, so there is the physical thing. And maybe that frightens them.”
But it was right after this we were called by Candice. Actually, she just knocked on the glass, and pointed to the lady. She had a kind of expression of, well; I guess they will have to do, unfortunately. She was a little on the tall side, with loose clothes, so it was hard to tell her figure, but she seemed OK in the chest. She seemed about late twenties. Yikes, I thought, maybe about ten years older than me! But before I could do that much more thinking, ma’am Candice held up a card with the number 18, meaning that was the room number, and we saw the woman and two of her companions walking down the hall.
So this cheered me up, but also made me that much more nervous. But Jerome slapped me on the butt, and guided me to room 18.
We went down this narrow hallway. Actually, it was so dark there I really wouldn’t have been able to find room 18 without Jerome. We slipped in to a really dimly lit room, with a couple of chairs, a small table, and a double bed. The overhead fan and the two windows helped to keep the room fairly cool.
“Now we wait, Frank. Our customer can take a shower first, or she just strips down in the women’s locker area. I’ve seen women come here with a hat on even though, so other people won’t recognize them.
“I can’t wait! I hope it goes OK!”
“My god, Frank! You’re already set to go!”
“Well, I can’t help it!”
Actually, my erection was about to pop out of my briefs, and at the tip, there was a wet spot. That’s always been my problem; it’s almost too easy for me to get hard, it’s embarrassing sometimes.
“Well, let’s just sit down on the chairs, and we’ll see what the customer wants. Remember, she is the one who in charge, not us. Whatever the customer wants, she gets. Just remember, follow my advice, and don’t use any nasty words about the parts of her body.”
“OK, I just hope she wants it quick!”
“Before you get carried away, Frank, she may just want you to watch! And that could be all that you are doing for tonight, because you don’t really know what’s going on yet!”
At that moment, our three ladies walked in. One must of heard what I had just said, because she raised her eyebrows in doubt to me.
“Good evening ladies, my name is Jerome, and this is Frank, a trainee. We are your boys tonight. We can do anything you want.”
“This is the first time I’ve come to Happy Days, and I was surprised! Why the trainee? Doesn’t he have any experience?”
“Well, not much, although I will be training him. If you don’t want him to try anything, it’s OK, he can just watch.”
“What do you mean, just watch? Isn’t he going to have sex with us?”
“Oh, ma’am, he can, he is more than willing.”
“OK, let’s try him out, and if he doesn’t work out, you will be the substitute. Oh, and what they said, two for the price of one, correct?”
“Oh, right ma’am. Just like what the front receptionist said,” replied Jerome. “If you ladies want some water?”
“We didn’t come here for water, we came here for sex! Now, Sally and Flo, which one do you want?” asked Janice.
“Well,” Sally said, “What about me and Flo taking the boy named Jerome, I got that right, Jerome? Well, we’ll take Jerome, and you, Janice, the kid. Is that OK with you girls?”
They nodded, although frankly, Janice did not seem that excited.
“OK, let’s take off the briefs, boys, and stand up! Where shall I lay this towel?”
“Oh just there on the hook, ma’am.”
“My God, young man, you really are ready for service! But you are young, wouldn’t you say ladies?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I answered meekly.
“My, he’s underage! Ladies, and hardly any body hair! I feel like a DOL—Dirty Old Lady—and that’s what we are tonight! Ha!”
“Oh, ladies, one last question: Is it a condom evening, or condomless time? You choose!” asked Jerome.
“Oh, lets go without tonight boys! We’ll be daring!” answered Sally.
Now, without briefs, it was hard for me to cover myself. My penis was standing nearly straight out by that point, although Jerome was only half erect.
Once the towel was gone, the women, Janice, although older than I would have wanted, clearly had very nice breasts, they stood up, with the nipples right in the right sort of poking right up, and sort of waving at you. Janice perhaps was a mother already, for she did have a couple of stretch marks. She was about ten years older than me, I’d guess. I was quite dark in comparison to her, she was almost unnaturally white.
Our customer Janice then lay down on the bed, and motioned me sit beside her. From what it looked like, she was sort of in a rush to start it up. She looked ripe and ready, but I was frozen! I couldn’t move, I mean I had been waiting for this moment since I was 12, but I just stood there!
“Come over here, kid! Come on, I won’t bit you yet!”
It wasn’t until Jerome gave me a light slap on my butt before I moved. And then I just went over to her, and she pulled on my penis, using it like a handle to push me into position.
I started to rub her breasts, and kiss her lips. But then Jerome grabbed me on the shoulders.
“Oh, ma'am, this boy ma'am, do you mind if I suggest something?”
“And just what is that, boy?” asked Janice.
“He really knows very little. He just came in today, so please, don’t expect much. So what you might want to do, I’m just suggesting now, maybe have him lie down and you sit on him later when you are ready. You have to tell him what you want.”
“OK, we can try that.”
But really, I suddenly realized that I really didn’t know that much. I had seen a video of a naked women in the seminar I attended before coming up to Manila, but really, what to do from there on, everything was a bit of a puzzle. Jerome had given me a bit of an orientation before we got to the viewing room, but I really felt at a loss. But I looked at Jerome, but he seemed just to say to go for it. He was on the side of the bed, stroking the sides and breast of Sally.
Suddenly though, without warning, she reached over, and pulled my penis, and started lightly stroking it back and forth. I stood up and got closer to her, so she could easily grab my organ. She continued to stroke it back and forth, and started to feel her breasts. She pushed my hand up to feel her nipples, already hard and ready. Without even realizing it, I moved over to kiss, and then suck on them, giving little nibbles between my teeth. Janice then leaned back, and held her thighs up in the air. I immediately dove into vagina with my mouth. She was incredibly juicy! I moved around my tongue a bit, and sensed her organ becoming bigger. Then, motioned me to lie down on top of her, and pulled me by my penis to lie on top of her and enter. And then she guided it inside, and I felt heaven, like, this is perfect, warm and soft.
Well, there is the situation started to get out of control. Ignoring the slow down boy from Jerome, I was so excited, I was just so happy, this was my moment, on top of a good looking woman, with my penis inside her, oh, I just went crazy. I just couldn’t help myself; I never thought that it could feel so good. All for about 45 seconds I should add.
“What, my god, you’re coming now! Shoot, we just started boy? That was hardly anything! Gees, what is your problem!” Janice exclaimed.
“Ma’am, he is in training! You were his first!”
“In training, my ass. This boy doesn’t know anything!”
“Ma’am, let me do it. Don’t worry about him, the new boy will just sit and watch, OK?”
“My goodness, it’s so hot in here! And I don’t mean sexually hot with junior here, but I mean hot! Don’t you have any air con? What’s the matter with this place?” With this, Janice started to fan herself, in a disgusted with life manner, with a Happy Days menu card.
“I’m sorry ma’am, maybe all the air con rooms were taken. It is hot though, isn’t it?”
“It most certainly is! Well, what should we do next, what’s your suggestion?”
“I know you feel bad, Ms Janice. You and I could try. I’d love to.”
“No, you just go ahead and do Sally; I’ll just watch or something. Although I really though, well, we all thought that there would be two boys for us tonight. But ok. Go ahead!”
So that’s what happened. I just felt stupid, I mean, what I was supposed to do? I didn’t really know that I would come so fast, and why hadn’t Jerome warned me more? And why was this lady making such a big fuss? I mean I did my best! Even if it didn’t last that long.
So, Jerome started the lovemaking, while I got a towel and wiped myself. Sally called it foreplay, kissing, licking nipples, breathing down the back of the neck, nibbling the naval, the inside of the woman’s thigh, I think that she really enjoyed it. She actually didn’t do that much touching of Jerome, but he did a lot of expert touching of her, until she was lightly groaning. And what was strange, he started licking the vagina, until she was arching her back in ecstasy. It was only then that Jerome, who was quite hard by then, and let me add, who had a bigger penis than mine, went inside her, by getting on top of her.
But he entered her, he then rolled backwards, so she was sitting on his penis. That’s when she started doing these circular movements, and lightly rubbing up and down. And they lady went slow, stretching his erection in every which way, so that it would almost hurt Jerome. The whole sex act itself lasted about ten minutes or more, until Jerome, started to arch his back, and she lifted her hips up a bit, and he thrust his penis up in a rhythmic motion.
After the groaning ended, she slid off, and went on her back again, with her knees feet up against the wall. I only learned later this was the method to get pregnant, so the sperms could make a downhill journey to the egg.
“Now that was more like it!” declared Sally. “See boy, how it’s done? But you, you have no staying power, just like a cheap battery you are! And look, you’re dripping on the floor! Yucky!”
Jerome signaled me to go to the bathroom and wipe myself off. He. was quiet for a bit, and then finally said something about how I would learn after a while.
But at least for me, I did not suffer from lack of interest. Back from the bathroom and a quick jingle, I was fully hard once again. I sat down next to Jerome, who put his hand on my shoulder.
“Well, how was it Sally?” Flo asked.
“Very good, a bit quick, but I just hope those sperm cells of this boy are good enough to get me pregnant.”
“Oh ma’am, the ladies talk around here that I’ve fathered many kids now, all healthy.”
“Well, I hope so young man. I hope so.”
After a few more minutes passed, the reluctant woman, Flo got up on her side and noticed me once again.
“Why look, junior is still ready to go. Maybe he isn’t like a cheap batter after all, maybe he’s more like an Eveready.”
“You know ma’am, I could help him more this time, and I mean if you wanted to try one more time with him.” Suggested Jerome.
“Well, I don’t know, what’s to say he won’t give just a repeat of his miserable performance?” suggested Janice.
“Well, the second time around boys are always slower, so it might work out OK.” answered Flo.
So I lay down again, next to Flo but this one time, really I had a failure in a repeat performance. Flo wasn’t so hot looking, a bit fat actually, about 34. So I thought that it might make it go slower. She was also bigger in the vagina, so I thought that it would take me longer.