The Blue Society
To unite for a common purpose and expand one’s reach is probably one of the driving forces that bond people to form groups. Regardless of the place, one’s desire to be understood and accepted is a constant battle to be won. And when one finds his animos’, he feels strengthened… he feels empowered.
In the desolate kingdom, one powerful group exists. Its stretch is so vast, its network so extensive, members know the exact dates of arrival of new batch of young boys coming from Manila. Its power’s so great, these young boys easily come under the spell of the members. I am talking about the Blue Society, a virtually existing group composed of people working under HR, manpower sourcing, and administration department of different companies. They bond themselves together for a common purpose, to source out fresh meat and secure themselves “take-home’s.”
Like any other groups, the Blue Society has its rules of conduct. Though unwritten, if one decides to break the protocol, he is bound for some sad and painful consequences. Take the case of certain Muraj for example. When he decided to take the shortest route, he ended up with… a blackeye. Want to know the details? Read on:
Muraj is known as one snub administrator. But he has noticeable affection with newly hired (newly arrived) employees, especially with cute ones. In one instant, he even fought his way to have a particular cutey hunky newly arrived guy to be assigned together in his room in their accommodation area at the camp. People in the place discount any possibilities that he is gay since Muraj is a member of majority religious denomination. Indeed, a perfect advantage in terms of disguise.
Blue Society would usually prescribe to take things slow. After all, life in the desert requires no haste and urgency. Accordingly, if one is to live his life in that side of the planet, then he has to learn micro programming – the ability to break down task into a rather smaller component.
But Muraj disregarded the prescribed program and decided to take thing in his hand. And I mean… the thing in his hand.
One night, while everybody’s in deep slumber, Muraj went down from their double-decked bed. He looked contemptuously at the boy sleeping under him over and over. From some nights’ observation, he learned that Danilo, the name of the boy, sleeps with no undies or anything on. Against blinding darkness, Muraj meticulously scanned the area where he thought Danilo’s Tweety Bird might be docking.
And for the love of heaven and earth, he found it!
But the inertia isn’t at rest. In fact, Tweety Bird’s fighting stance seemed proud and ready to wrestle. Fever came over Muraj amidst the cold wind of the A/C. His resurging bodyheat seemed to be winning, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I have to touch it… I have to feel it,” he’s telling himself.
“But what if… it's only been days since we know each other...” lot of things were going on his mind.
“But this is the perfect time…,” he convinced himself. “I will catch Tweety Bird whatever it takes”, his resolve.
So slowly Muraj inched his way to the perfectly still body. And while he tried holding his breathe to stop his now shaking hand, he managed to gently grab Tweety by the shaft. And then…
“Powww!!!” a deafening blast. A sound when a fist strikes hard the wall of one’s ear. Reminds me when Pacquiao hits a knock-out.
From following morning onwards, Muraj seemed to have been suffering from paranoia. He couldn’t tell why people in the office seem to be smirking and talking things behind his back. Is it because his right ear suffered damage that his hearing’s got twisted? Probably. It was his only consolation.
This is what happens when one shoots up and greedily takes short-cuts. Be that as it may, the Blue Society does not deny privilege of becoming a member.
So long as you have the patience and persistence to take things slow, the tolerance in seeing your resources drain from buying these boys food and celfone loads, or from giving them some transpo allowances, and the resilience to accept occasional blows, then you’re qualified.
