Central Park Condo (Part 1)

* Paalala: Ang kwento pong ito ay isinulat ng aking kapit-bahay na lalaki at may konsento po akong ibahagi po ito sa inyong lahat. Pagpasensyahan nyo na po kung Ingles, medyo conyo kasi yun. Di bale... ang mga susunod ko pong ipo-post pagkatapos nito ay Tagalog at siguradong ako po ang sumulat. Sensya napo ulet.

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CENTRAL PARK CONDO
Part One
by Emil

For a bachelor who lives alone without a care in the world, life is good. I earn fairly well for a living, date left and right, party every weekend, sleep and wake up whenever (and wherever) I want, and buy myself lots of toys for the big boys. I frequent many clubs and bars, dine in fabulous restaurants and hotels, and have amazing sex with the most beautiful (and tasty) young girls of Manila while still having monthly subscription to FHM. Life is really good - decadent and blissfully unfulfilled. I live for the moment, for myself, and in a manner I believe I deserve. "I look good, I am young, Let me enjoy it."

For a bachelor who lives alone in Central Park – a condominium fairly remote enough from Makati to get too intimidating yet close enough to get to where the party is without missing a beer. The place looks like one of those semi-deserted apartment buildings you see in the Matrix movies – dark, eerie, unmanaged, and occupied by tenants who don't even know or see their neighbors that much. People here just go out to their day jobs in the morning and return back drunk at dawn to either have sex or avert an impending hangover. People here only interact with their neighbors if there is a party or an orgy. After which, they go on to their daily lives pretending to know each other and be likable enough to get to be invited to the next party.

Sounds like the place is one wild condo, huh? I bet you imagine an attractive and clean building with glass walls and shiny elevators that smell like car air fresheners. I bet you imagine a hotel-like lobby that serves beverages or a place with rooms that would humble the Peninsula and Victoria Court. Maybe, in your mind, you see carpeted floors, fully lit yet romantically dim hallways with vases and flowers and people dressed in business attires. Nothing can be farther from the truth. Like I said, if you've seen the Matrix or the Saw trilogies, the place is like that – dark, morbid, dirty, gloomy fluorescent lights flickering and buzzing, damp, smelly, slippery even, and the look of rust and decay decorating the walls, staircases, and door knobs. The ceilings here have signs of mold as a result of occasional leaking. It is quite literally the look of abandonment and decay. But make no mistake, this place is occupied. Rooms here appear deserted but not all. Action very much exists here. It's like one of those condemned tenements that shelters squatters and junkies. Who would have thought that these doors conceal a lot of smart and young good-looking people? I did.

A year ago, when I was just trying to decide where to live and where to get laid more often than anywhere else, I mapped out the potential qualities of the place where I would spend the rest of my bachelor life.

Firstly, it had to be cheap. Why? Wouldn't I, if I stay in a more expensive decent condo, catch those more glamorous and nicer smelling rich brats whose skin glitter smoothly during proms? Actually, if I move to a place near where these kinds of girls are, I wouldn't get laid. They are too young and too close to home to be able to go out and party without their daddies literally breathing on their necks. Nope. It had to be in a place so secluded and out of reach of many rich families that they wouldn't even conceive their daughters going there. Besides, when these itchy little ones want to party, they go to their classmates' places, those classmates who live in outskirts and hidden places. Yes, the place had to be cheap, hidden, and secret. It should not be intimidating like those expensive condos. It had to be unmanned, understaffed, and with people who do not care about other people's businesses. It had to be near enough to get to any party destination – whether Malate, Rockwell, Fort, Ortigas, or Libis. Yup, such a condo is where the action is. That's where the girls are. That's where they go hiding when partying or after partying. A place where you can drink all night and make loud noises and the neighbors would only complain about the fact that they were not invited. Does such a place exist? Yup! I live there. It's Central Park Condo – land of the wild and home of the horny. A place where all the party people come from and go to after, although they dot not necessarily live there. Let me give you a picture.

This is what a typical weekend is like. Marc - a yuppie in his mid-20s, wakes up around 1:00 pm from a Friday night get-together which lasted almost till Saturday's sunrise. He can't remember how he got home but quite vividly remembers making out with this chic he met last night at Embassy. He and his officemates do this every Friday night – barhopping and clubbing like crazy; road tripping along Eastwood; drooling at the high-school girls dressed sluttier than hookers and get away with it with no one complaining not even the bouncers in the entrance of bars who let under-aged kids get in and revel in their youth.

Marc gets up from bed, played his stereo and lit a Marlboro. Just then, a petite and attractive chinita got out from his roommate Jasper's room apparently wearing only a white T-shirt that wasn't long enough to conceal her very white and slender legs. He saw his roommate still lying on the bed when the girl opened and closed the door. She wasn't surprised to see Marc there smoking in the living room, sitting down on the couch and revealing his muscular form. He was naked on top and was wearing only a pair of black boxers that were apparently too tight to contain whatever needs to be contained. The girl smiled at him, approached him, and teasingly bummed for a smoke. He handed her one. She placed it gently on her lips which were just made wet by her slithering tongue. He lit it for her and introduced himself.

"I'm Kate," she said back, "I hope we didn't wake you last night with all the noise we were... making."

"Not at all," he said, "I probably came in long after all the action had finished."

"Really? That's funny. Coz I could have sworn you came in just minutes after we got here."

"I must be dead drunk then to notice," Marc replied with a knowing look and grin. Kate grins back.

"This is quite a place you got here. Ever thought of moving?" she said.

Marc laughs at her apparent disgust of the place. "I know it's hell down here. I apologize for the place."

"Oh no don't get me wrong. I didn't mean it like that. I meant maybe someone like you might be interested in moving to our building in Greenhills. We could use more handsome guys there for a change."

"Im sure in a place like yours, there must be a lot of eye-catchers running around."

"Not in our building. People there are mostly ancient and married."

"Well then maybe you would like to move in here," said Marc, trying to throw a rather sexy sales pitch.

Kate smiled. "Maybe," she said, "would you be kind enough to give me a tour around here? Who knows I might just take you up on your offer."

Marc chuckled a bit with the apparent sarcasm. Their place is very very small and a tour seemed ridiculous. But he played along. "Okay", he replied and guided Kate around the small condo unit mockingly while she can't stop giggling all the way. Finally, he showed her his bedroom.

"My, this looks comfy," she said.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," said Marc. He watched her sit on his bed while she stared almost invitingly at him. Marc felt a little uneasy. Normally he wouldn't fret at an opportunity like this. But this is his roommates date. It wouldn't be right. Then again, it would be impolite to let down a girl, especially one as hot as Kate. She might feel rejected or worse, think of him less of a man. Suddenly, and thankfully, a voice was heard from behind them.

"Don't tease him, Katey, he's dangerous. You may not be able to handle him." It was Jasper.

They all had a great laugh. Nothing kinky happened after, of course. They just got up and dressed and together went out the condo unit to have lunch downstairs in the second floor.

As they were getting out of the door, they passed by lots of other doors. Some units were open and Kate would occasionally glance inside as they were walking by the hallway. There were some units so dirty and unoccupied that it made her appreciate her own place back in Greenhills. But then, that appreciation for her place turned into envy as she realized just how fun it would be to live in a place like this. She passed by one door with young ladies inside, mostly her age, still drinking while singing videoke in broad daylight. One door revealed two very nicely-built guys lifting weights while two other girls were inside ogling at the sight before them. And there was this one other door with young boys inside playing Playstation. One of these boys was Benjie – a high school freshman whose sexual peak was just starting to reach full load.

Benjie was playing video games with the other kids but kept on losing. It's so not like him to lose all the time today. He practically won every single game he had with the other kids for weeks. But today, his mind must be somewhere else. Yes, Benjie's concentration was distracted with the events that happened earlier that morning.

Yesterday afternoon, Benjie got home from school. His mom and dad went away for the weekend and he was left alone with his big sister, or so he thought. He was surprised when he got to their unit and saw Senior girls there giggling and telling each other stories about their crushes. They were sitting on all sorts of positions that made him quite uneasy standing there wondering who these girls were. Did he enter the wrong unit? He then recognized the uniform they were wearing and realized they were his sister's classmates. They were there for the slumbler party. His sister, Ayen, got permission from their folks, of course, to use the place for their sleep over. They would use the room he shared with his sister tonight, while he could sleep at mom and dad's vacant room.

At first, Benjie didn't approve because of the trouble of having to move his stuff to the next room. But somehow, after seeing his sister's classmates, he wasn't complaining. All through the night, while Benjie was in the next room, all sorts of girlie noises could be heard from the other. Who knows what teenage girls do in groups that cause them to scream and yell so much? It lasted almost forever and Benjie found it hard to sleep. So he just got up and went out of the unit to play network games on one of the computer shops downstairs. After playing, and a couple of hours more chatting on the Internet, Benjie decided to go back to their unit upstairs. It's almost 3:00 am and he thought maybe the girls might be asleep already. As he was inside the elevator, it stopped by one of the lower floors and in went this very sexy creature in a very seductive outfit along with her apparent date. It excited Benjie so much that he developed a really bad case of erection. It made it even worse when the couple were practically touching each other in forbidden areas done so subtly that they thought no one would notice. But Benjie did. Oh Benjie had ringside view of the whole thing.

When Benjie finally got to his floor and in front of their doorstep, he was surprised to find one of his sister's classmates still awake watching cable TV all alone in the dark.

"Pardon me," he said respectfully like a little gentleman as he walked passed her going in the direction of his parents' room. He tripped along the way, knocking of the food tray lying messily on the floor as a result of what obviously was a really wild party. The girl could not help but laugh and it embarrassed him so much that he went running towards the room and shut it close. From behind the closed door he could still hear the girl in the living room giggling and unable to control herself. Benjie kept hitting his own head in embarrassment. He was so sure he was going to die of extreme shame. So he decided to shift his attention to something else. He remembered that wild couple in the elevator and almost instantly had another erection. He lied in bed, touched himself a bit, and decided to masturbate. But every time he came close to climax, he would recall that tripping incident in the living room and instantly lose his concentration. In one of those intruding flashbacks of his tripping, he recalled the look on the face of the girl whose giggling somehow gave him quite of a tingle.

Then, only then, in his mind did he notice how pretty that girl was. She was sitting there slouched on the sofa facing the TV with a remote control on her hand. The room was dark but the light from the TV gave her face that sort of sexy color similar to strobe lights and spot lights being focused on a stripper dancing on some wicked stage. A new image entered in his mind. Before he knew it, Benjie was fantasizing on the girl in the other room. Occassionally he would try to peek out from the door to get a good look at her but he was too afraid of getting caught. Then he thought, what the hell, he'll give it a shot. He opened the door very slowly and carefully to peek out into the living room. There he saw her watching TV, lying this time down on her belly on the carpeted floor. She was wearing some kind of cotton nighties that didn't do much to hide her just-developing breasts pressing upwards while lying up with her belly and waist on the floor. Benjie saw her in her full sexiness. Her legs and feet and toes playfully moving back and forth in the air. Her long hair all brushed on one side to reveal her long smooth neck. Benjie couldn't control his urges. Before he knew it, he was touching himself while hiding there in the shadows gawking at his sister's classmate. The thought made him quiver, made him harder.

Suddenly, the girl got up so unexpectedly to go to the direction of the kitchen. Benjie panicked. She will pass by the door to his room along the way! Benjie thought fast. He re-arranged his pants and pretended, coincidentally, to be going out of the room too.

"Oh hi," said that girl, "you gave me quite a scare there, kiddo."

"S-Sorry," was all Benjie could get out from his mouth. It worked. The girl looked at him sympathetically and just smiled as if adoring his gentleness and innocence, not suspecting what Benjie was actually doing a few seconds ago.

"It's okay" she said and went to the kitchen to get a soda. "Would you like one?" she offered Benjie, "I could use some company for a while. I can't sleep."

"Sure."

She opened another can of Coke and gave it to him. He followed her to the living room where they sat and watched TV together. It seemed like forever for him because he wanted to talk with her so much but didn't know what to say. Then... she started to talk to him.

"I bet going to an all-boys school is just as worse as going to an all-girls school like me?" she started.

"Yeah," he replied, "it's a real bore."

The girl looked at him for a while with a smile that was both a smile of adoration and surprise. "Really?" she then said back, "You know someone named Carl Inocencio?"

"Yeah he's one of the Seniors. Why?"

"We all have this huge crush on him. We saw him play soccer one time and he was so cute..." The girl stopped for a while and realized he was talking to a boy... and a little boy at that.

"He's okay. But there are more handsome guys than him there you know?" Benjie said, referring to the other Seniors in his school. But the girl could have taken it another way.

"Mm-hmm. I noticed" she said looking at him differently now, still smiling, but with a look in her eyes Benjie had not seen before. It gave him a rush and a sudden increase in heartbeat. He gulped. The girl noticed right away and was amused with herself that she decided to play with him a bit.

"Do you think those guys would go for someone like me?" she inquired purring and teasingly while pushing her one shoulder a bit forward as if letting him get a glimpse of her back. Benjie froze. He was in no way prepared for something like this. Still nervous, he replied, "Are you kidding? Who wouldn't?" Great follow-up reply - smooth, indirect yet provocative. Quite unexpected from someone his age. Now, it is no longer clear who is playing whom.

They stared at each other not knowing what the other would do or say next. They were locked into the kind of game where it was becoming more obviously real to back out now. The girl looked at him long enough to notice that Benjie was good-looking ,after all, in his own boyish little way. Their heads drew near while sitting there on the floor in from of the TV. Their breaths almost feeling each others' warmth and then, their lips met.

Benjie and this girl whose name he didn't know started making out. Not long after, beyond the walls to the other unit, they heard faint but unmistakable sounds of people having sex. It was their neighbor Jasper with this new girl Kate in the unit next door. Benjie and this girl very slowly parted lips and stared at each other without looking away elsewhere. Both knew that the other was hearing the provoking moans coming from beyond the walls. It didn't amuse or made them laugh. It excited them. Made them unabashed. Made them hot. They kissed again, slowly at first, then went very wild, wet, and torrid. There was tongue, yes. There was touching too. There was licking on necks and arching of backs. But there was no sex. Just pure young foreplay to a sex that would never be. They kissed and made out in rhythm with the sounds next door. And no one could seem to remember how it ended.

It was long after Jasper and Kate were done making noise that Benjie found himself playing playstation with the other kids. It was already hours after and he even saw Jasper and Kate pass by – the two noise-makers that gave him the time of his life earlier that dawn.

After lunch, Marc went back to his unit, leaving Jasper downstairs to take Kate home. On the elevator, Marc saw Dianne. Both exchanged "hi's" and "hello's" casually as good friends do. Dianne is a call center agent living a floor below Marc. Ever since Dianne got herself a graveyard shift, she rarely had time to party. Her officemates still go out drinking though, which is about 7:00 am in the morning, but it's just not the same as a regular night-out gimmick.

Dianne lived alone in a one-bedroom unit. For a girl who is friendly and outgoing, living alone can be quite lonely. But tonight will be different. Before she goes off to work, she is expecting a very special visitor – a chatmate she will be meeting for the very first time. They first met on one of the local chatrooms.

Before going to bed, Dianne would sit up on her bed with her webcam and laptop and have chats with strangers over the Internet. On occasions when she gets really horny, she would even strip in front of the webcam to be ogled over by men of all ages across the globe. One time, one chatmate caught her fancy. On webcam, he was extremely handsome, mestizo, and had a body that would make any woman go into random orgasms. At first they just chatted normally with a few sexual innuendos here and there. Then they started having cybersex, then phone sex, then webcam sex. Until finally, the guy asked for an actual eyeball. They developed mutual trust over the past few weeks so Dianne invited her to her place in the condo - needless to say, after many attempts from the guy to convince Dianne. And tonight is the night.

Saturday night. Benjie lies in bed speechless and seemingly confused. He thinks he's in love. Dianne prepares her place romantically and expects the unexpected. Marc grooms himself ready for the night ahead along with many other young men his age that reside in the many units within the condo building. And many other little juicy secrets transpire within these concrete walls: A foreigner parking his car below to visit his live-in partner whose unit he had been paying for years. A 12-year old boy getting high for the first time. Delectable call girls coming down from their units, waiting for cabs or their dates. Young girls dressed in tiny hiphop dresses about to go out clubbing. An array of cheating husbands going in to meet their mistresses inside. Dirty boys from the nearby squatters area hanging around the exit to feast their eyes on their crushes inside. A drunken father contemplating on raping her preteen daughter. Gays meeting left and right from one unit to another. Shapely ladies walking around in their short shorts and tiny sleeveless tanks throughout the entire building as if it was their bedroom. Perverts gathered in computer shops, watching porn and illegally downloading MP3s. Party people rocking an entire floor, making it a virtual rave. Girls in towels running from one unit to another. And the night has just begun. What happens later is already taboo to mention. You are just going to have to see it for yourself. Come and see. Everyone is welcome here.