The Case for Ricky (Part I)

Ricky was a bad boy.

He loved sex and wanted it everyday. A year ago, he even put out a little "advertisement" on a sex stories forum under the name AerotickyRicky69.

"Calling all you hot and horny ladies out there! You want to experience a real man, let me know. Barely legals, MILFS and all ages in between accepted! Call me maybe! I am a SEX GOD! 0917- _______"

Yeah, he was a real lady killer, a Casanova. Cue in Metallica or Megadeth. Or both. At the same time. With the volume up.

Ricky was a baaaaaaaaad boy.

Then he started his 1998 Honda Civic and Mariah Carey blared from his speakers.

Sigh. Oh Ricky.

He wasn't really a bad boy. He was, in fact, a good boy. He treated the elderly with respect and stepped on the brake when dogs darted in the middle of the road. He even went to church every Sunday. He was a good guy, just really, really horny. Blame it on his three older brothers who introduced him to porn at an early age (7) or the fact that he worked in a paper company that only had two women on the payroll (Nana Sonia, 56 and Inang Perla, 61). He just wanted to satisfy his urges. He cringes every time he remembers the replies on the ad he put out last year. Here are some of the best:

"Tangina mo, pakantot kita sa pwet sa pinsan kong preso leche ka!" and

"Tara, chupain mo ko - Karl"

"I want you so bad! - FelixBakat24"

Eight replies, none of them girls. Just mostly threats of anal sex. He withdrew his ad a week later.

"AerotickyRicky69? What the fuck was I thinking?" he wondered aloud and debated whether he should pound his head on the steering wheel or just step on the gas straight to the concrete wall of the next building he would pass by. I guess I should just wait, he said in his mind

"What's the rush?"

Ricky actually had only three real sexual encounters in his life. One was from his ex girlfriend, Clare, that involved two hours of foreplay and, well, that's it. They'd french kiss and he'd suck on her boobs while she'll give him a hand job. No penetration. No actual intercourse. Ricky wondered if she even liked him or was just bored. She eventually left him for a fitness trainer from Gold's Gym.

His second experience was better but a little too familiar for his own taste. He was at a coffee shop in Galleria when he saw a girl. No, make that lady. He saw a beautiful lady and approached her. She was married but, for some reason, was feeling horny too. They ended up in a motel where they kissed and he sucked on her big boobs and she gave him a mind blowing blowjob. But that was it. Again, no intercourse. She said something like "she needed it more" or he was too young or whatever. She was nice enough to get his number though. She probably had husband problems. Whatever.

The third one was when he went to a massage parlor and paid for sex. Nuff said. But somehow, it was just too plain. No emotions. No feelings. Just sex. And two thousand pesos. Never again, he thought. The idea of paying for sex was embarrassing. If only he...

"BEEEEP BEEEEP!" the driver from behind honked. Ricky was too lost in his thoughts to realize that it was his turn at the parking booth. He raised his hand to apologize and drove. After parking his car, he went to the food court to look for something to eat. Even Casanovas get hungry. He made an embarrassed smile and shot himself in the head with an imaginary gun. He bought fried chicken and rice and spotted a solitary table near the arcade games. At the same time that he put his tray on the table, another tray appeared beside his. He looked up and saw a slightly chubby girl with glasses.

"I'm sorry!" they both said almost at the same time. They laughed and he noticed dimples on her cheeks.

"Share na lang tayo sa table." he said.

"You sure? Di ko tatanggihan yan. Puno na kasi." she replied while scanning for other empty tables.

"No prob!" He emptied his tray and gave it to the cleaning attendant who passed by. She did the same and sat across him. while they ate their food in silence, Ricky couldn't help but steal glances at the girl.

"She was cute. She was really cute." he thought.

He looked back down at his meal and noticed that his gravy cup was almost empty. He mustered all the courage he had and asked her,

"Um, do you mind if I refill my gravy?"

With her mouth full, the girl smiled and nodded.

He smiled back and stood up. On the way to the food outlet, he was still smiling. He felt something, something familiar but at the same time, it was different. Weird.

He shook his head to clear his mind.

"No," he thought, "I'm a baaaaaad boy."

Cue in Metallica.

***** To be continued *****