DAY 7, 8 & 9
This was the day that we went back up to Bangkok. I was so looking forward to it. I wanted to check out DJ Station and the reputable Babylon. We checked out early and headed back to Bangkok. Our hotel was located in Silom Road. At nite, Silom Road is gay heaven in Bangkok.
On the arrival nite, we went to the go go bar at Soi Pratuchai. The show was shocking and worth going for but once you have seen one you would have enough of it. I insisted to go to DJ Station because the whole week I wanted to dance and Pattaya has no good place to dance. DJ Station was located at Soi 2 Silom Road. It was so packed that it was quite impossible to move around in the club. My friends went all the way up to the third floor but I just had to dance on the ground floor. I was so engrossed into dancing that my friends just abandoned me at the club. When the club closed, I had to go back alone. As I was walking toward my hotel, a cute guy passed me and turned to have a look at me. He then turned to a lane while still looking at me. I just ignored it. I was hungry and stop over at the 24 hours outlet McD. Coming out from McD, he was standing at the entrance. He smiled at me and I went to him and said hi him. Ott, his name, spoke good English and he a local. We chatted for a while and we went into McD to sit and chat. He was pleasant gentleman to chat with and I invited him to the hotel. He accepted it and I told him that we had to walk quite a distance to the hotel. He told me that he'll drive us to the hotel.
We went back to the hotel and Ott spent the nite at the hotel. After breakfast, he sent me to the nearest sky station Chong Nonsi and he went back home. I went to Chatuchak to shop. I came back to the hotel and rest. At about 5pm, Ott came over to the hotel. We went out dinner at a nice Thai restaurant. The food was wonderful and most importantly was not too hot. My suspicion was he told them not to cook the dishes hot.
After dinner, we went to the reputable Babylon to meet up with my Malaysian friends who abandoned me the nite before. Babylon was amazing. The building was a big huge complex for gay activities. I was damn impressed. That very nite we went was the eve to Christmas. They had shows and underwear party going on at the complex. The crowd was very international. I even heard some Russian speaking to one another among the crowd.
However, I went around with Ott. He was my tour guide to the huge complex. We went to the private chamber, the dark room, the dungeon, the glory hole cabins and the wild disco. We had so much fun teasing the people there. We were even being told off once by someone to stop laughing. I never knew it was a serious matter to go to a sauna!
We left Babylon and went straight to Soi 2 Silom Road to meet Ott's friend at JJ Park. They had the table nearest to the stage. A cute Thai boy was singing on the stage. Ott's friend had to put me right in front next to the stage. The Thai singer asked me something in Thai and I told him that I don'e speak Thai. That was a mistake because the whole nite the Thai singer was singing and dedicating all the songs to me. The crowd in the bar was enjoying it too. But I had fun!
Ott stayed over again that nite. He had to work on Christmas day as it was not a holiday for Thailand. He told me that if he would have know that he was to meet me, he would have taken the day off to spend the time with me on that Christmas.
On the last in Bangkok, which is on Christmas Day, me and Ott had our last breakfast together and I had to bid goodbye to him early in the morning. After that I slept through the late morning and packed at noon. I joined my friends for a last day lunch in Bangkok and walkabout at the Siam Paragon for our last hours in Bangkok for this trip.
We left Bangkok at 8.30pm from Suvanabhumi Airport. Goodbye Bangkok till the next many trips!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
My Amazing Race (The Gay Tour)
DAY 3,4,5 & 6Today I only got half a day in Bangkok because later in the afternoon I will be joining my friends who will be arriving from KL. We were to meet at the airport at 3pm. I woke up early and went out before 8am. I managed to cover the Wat Phra Kaew, the Grand Palace and site seeing around there. I also did the ferry ride up the Chao Pharaya River to Phra Arthit jetty. I had enough time to pack, check out and lunch before my ride to the airport.
At the airport, I met up with my 2 friends flying down from KL. We took the limo and went straight to Pattaya, the City of Extreme! The whole town smelled of sex.
At the airport, I met up with my 2 friends flying down from KL. We took the limo and went straight to Pattaya, the City of Extreme! The whole town smelled of sex.
The limo did not know where our hotel was. We went around and around the Pattaya Beach. We had to be dropped off at the main street and we had to walk looking for the hotel. Luckily, the hotel was not so far away. The hotel we were staying at was The Ambiance Hotel at Boyz Town.
Initially, I was excited about the town but after spending few days there, I found out that everything in Pattaya had a price tag to it. It does not matter whether the boy like you of not. However, if you are old, affordable and in need of young flesh, do make yourself to Pattaya. Hence, my friend and me only spent time at the Jomtien beach in the day and Boyz Town at nite in the bar. We went to the go go bar but they either were miserable or trying very hard to sell boys of 11 to 15 years of age.
Initially, I was excited about the town but after spending few days there, I found out that everything in Pattaya had a price tag to it. It does not matter whether the boy like you of not. However, if you are old, affordable and in need of young flesh, do make yourself to Pattaya. Hence, my friend and me only spent time at the Jomtien beach in the day and Boyz Town at nite in the bar. We went to the go go bar but they either were miserable or trying very hard to sell boys of 11 to 15 years of age.
The last nite at Pattaya was the eve to my birthday. My friends organised a birthday surprise at the Panama Bar at Boyz Town. They even had the bar boys to join us at the table. Aft
er the bar closed, I decided to go off to Maya Club at the Walking Street. None of my friends or the bar boys of Paname Bar wanted to join me. One of the other bar boy, Ben, next to Panama told me that it was happening there. He was going and asked me to join him there. Actually we had been in contact before this and I had a fancy on him. I went up to the hotel and changed. Somehow as I was in the room, I had long chat with my friends. I only managed to come out of the hotel an hour later. I went to Maya and found that Ben was already with a white middle man. I said hi to him, we chatted for a short while and I left him with his patron. I was just hanging around when I saw Ben going to the toilet. He was giving me the indication that he wanted me to follow him and so I did. In the toilet, he told me that he was waiting for me and would want to see me the next day. He kissed and hugged me and went back to his patron for the nite. I did not tell him that I was leaving the next day. I just left it as it was.
er the bar closed, I decided to go off to Maya Club at the Walking Street. None of my friends or the bar boys of Paname Bar wanted to join me. One of the other bar boy, Ben, next to Panama told me that it was happening there. He was going and asked me to join him there. Actually we had been in contact before this and I had a fancy on him. I went up to the hotel and changed. Somehow as I was in the room, I had long chat with my friends. I only managed to come out of the hotel an hour later. I went to Maya and found that Ben was already with a white middle man. I said hi to him, we chatted for a short while and I left him with his patron. I was just hanging around when I saw Ben going to the toilet. He was giving me the indication that he wanted me to follow him and so I did. In the toilet, he told me that he was waiting for me and would want to see me the next day. He kissed and hugged me and went back to his patron for the nite. I did not tell him that I was leaving the next day. I just left it as it was.As I was coming back to the hotel, I saw that the gym next to the hotel was dimly lighted. Someone was working out in the gym. This was 4am. I went closer and took a peek. The guy was working out with only his pair of short shorts. He noticed that I was looking at him. I was so damn horny. I sat at the table outside the gym and kept looking into the gym. The guy somehow knew that I was horny started showing off himself. I did not know what to do but to watch. He stood up and walked to my direction. He had his hand in his shorts and was playing with himself. I can't believed my luck. He called me into the gym and I followed. I was so willing to pay for sex then. We went to the small sauna room and had a quickie in it. After that he did not even suggest a price for the fuck and so I paid him 500Baht.
My Amazing Race (The Backpack Tour)
DAY 1 & 2I just got back from the wrong side of the Chao Phraya River. I took the wrong ferry to the other side of the river and it was the last one! I had to take the cab to come back to Baan Sabai Guest House, Banglamphu. FYI, I am in Bangkok. I am doing my virgin trip. Heard so much about Thailand and at last! I managed to do it. It is my second day in Thailand but it has been like The Amazing Race for me.
It all started on late night bus traveling to Hat Yai on last Saturday from Pudu Station. It was about 11.55pm when we left. It scheduled to leave at 11.30pm but as usual everything in Malaysia is delayed. Anyway, the trip was quite cozy. I slept on bus and this was good for me. We arrived at R&R next to the border. The bus driver collected our passport to be processed and I had a very early breakfast at 6am. At the R&R, they had their signboard in Thai and played some Thai folk song. I felt the Thai border was very near. At the border, we had to go through the boring immigration process and it took us about an hour to clear. This was because there were so many people going through to Thailand from this entry point. I guess the school holiday contributed to this. After immigration, it took about an hour or so to reach Hat Yai. It was 8.30am (local time) in the morning. Nothing had open yet. There were so many tuktuk and motorist there but I refused to take them. Having backpacked, it was easy for me to travel around. Asked for the train station and I walked there. It was at least 10 min walk. After getting my ticket to Bangkok at 5.30pm the same day, I took the tuktuk to send me to the market where I was to catch a bus to Songkhala. The tuktuk man told it was easier to go by a minivan. I agreed and taken the minivan. As I got into the minivan, I realised that there was only one seat available i.e. in between two Thai young boys. One was quite cute and I was happy with the arrangement. But along the way, the driver keep on collecting more passengers and we were basically so pack that even the sardines in the can had more space!
Arriving Songkhala, I walked heading for the Samila beach. This was about 10pm. It was so empty. I decided to walk the beach the whole way and back, just for the heck of it. It took me about an hour and a half to do that. Coming back, I sat under the shade to rest. I then realised that a middle aged man was going up and down from where I was resting. He did look like local but damn sure he cruising. He smiled and I smiled, and we made friend while he was playing with himself. I just let him be. We could not have a conversation obviously, but we just sat there and tried to communicate. Moment later, his friend came and took an instant liking on me. He warmed up quite quickly I might add. He wanted to bring me to his place for a fuck (using hand language). I had to decline as I had to rush back to the Hat Yai to catch the train and I wanted so much to do lunch by the beach before I go off, which I did alone. But at least I know that where I went on the beach was apparently cruisy even in the day time. Rushing back to Songkhala town was a problem because I took the motorist and he sent me to god-know-where. I just had to walk and walk and walk till I found a bus that was going to Hat Yai. I was so relieved I got one.
Reaching Hat Yai, I decided to check out a gay outlet, Buddy Menclub. I took a motorist and off we went to the other side of the town. Unfortunately, it was closed. I spoke to a cute Thai boy working there and asked if he knew if anyone could do a massage. He told me that he could do it as the place does offer such service. I was happy and followed him up the parlor. On the way up he told me that the usual rate was 600Baht but because he had to open the 'parlor' he had to charge me 1000Baht. I just agreed because I was too tired to change my mind. After my shower he gave me the worst massage I ever had. However, this was in nude! Then, he threw himself on me and I decided to just follow the flow. We had a quickie.
As I was coming out from my shower after the massage and quickie, he told me that the management knew that I was having sex with him and the management demanded a total of 1,600Baht for the whole ordeal. I knew just had to pay but I managed to bargain for 1,500Baht. Damn! I have never paid for sex and this is gonna be a lesson for me.
After the expensive lesson, I decided to cool myself down by going around went round Hat Yai and walked my heart out. Managed to buy some food stuff and an accessory for my mobile phone. I got to the train station around 5pm and was excited again about the train trip. I asked the information counter for the right platform and sat happily waiting for the train. Every time a train came to that platform, I had to check with the station officer if it was my train as the announcement was made in Thai. The officer kept on saying that it was the next train but so many trains came and went from that platform. I waited and waited until it was about 6.20pm I was getting panic, thinking that I might have missed the train. The platform vendors were packing their trolleys and some had gone off the platform. That was definitely not a good sign! I asked another station officer and he calmly told me that the train was delayed and he will inform me if the train was coming. At about 6.35pm, came the train. The officer I spoke last help me to board the train and introduced me to the cabin steward. Phew! The train was comfortable. They have room service for the meals. They hand out the menu as you get in the coach and they delivered the food to your seat. The seats are convertible to bunkers. The stewards changed the seats to bunker later in the evening about around 9pm. The bunker is so roomy. I slept most of the trip night trip.
I woke up early in the morning. I got the glimpse of sunrise. The view was beautiful. Padi fields looked golden in the morning sun. As I woke up and freshened up, the steward converted back the bunker to seats. I ordered my breakfast and started my day 2 in Thailand reading Zadie Smith's latest book with beautiful scenery on my window. The train arrived at Bangkok at 11am. I came out of the station and took a taxi straight to Banglamphu to checked in the Baai Saban Guest House. After lunch at the guest house, I went to Wat Poh to see the leaning Buddha. I tried the legitimate monk trained massage there and it was so damn good!
After Wat Poh, I 
went to the Grand Palace but it was already closed by the time I got there. I decided to check out the National Museum instead. It was closed too because they are closed on Monday and Tuesday. I bumped into a local at the entrance of the Museum and he told me to check out a gem factory which was open for public. He stopped a tuktuk and instructed the tuktuk guy to bring me to the factory. I have no idea where it was but trusted the tuktuk man. It was about 5.00pm and the traffic jam was really bad. We arrived at the factory's showroom at 6.30pm. After the factory, I told the tuktuk man to take me to Discovery Center near Siam Center. He asked me if I be able to spare 10mins in a silk shop where the shop would give him a patrol coupon for his tuktuk and I agreed to this. But the jam was so so bad that we were not moving for about half an hour. He decided to scrape the idea and sent me straight to Discovery Center instead.
went to the Grand Palace but it was already closed by the time I got there. I decided to check out the National Museum instead. It was closed too because they are closed on Monday and Tuesday. I bumped into a local at the entrance of the Museum and he told me to check out a gem factory which was open for public. He stopped a tuktuk and instructed the tuktuk guy to bring me to the factory. I have no idea where it was but trusted the tuktuk man. It was about 5.00pm and the traffic jam was really bad. We arrived at the factory's showroom at 6.30pm. After the factory, I told the tuktuk man to take me to Discovery Center near Siam Center. He asked me if I be able to spare 10mins in a silk shop where the shop would give him a patrol coupon for his tuktuk and I agreed to this. But the jam was so so bad that we were not moving for about half an hour. He decided to scrape the idea and sent me straight to Discovery Center instead.At around Siam Center, I had dinner and took the sky train to Ari Station. I was heading to my final destination in my itinerary for the day i.e. Chakran sauna. As I arrived at the station, I realised that I do not have the address with me. I decided to depend on my memory of a map drawn by my friend. I was sure that he mentioned Soi 27. I walked and walked and walked looking for this lane. It was already dark and I was getting restless. I did not find the lane and I had to go back to the station and started all over again. Based on the map in my memory I went looking for some kind of signboard. At 8pm, after looking for it for an hour on foot, I gave up. As I was walking back to the station, I saw an Internet cafe. I went in and did an Utopia search on Chakran and voila! the sauna was not far away.
Chakran was a beautiful place, well decorated and all the spaces were well thought of. You somehow could spent a whole day there chilling out. My first encounter there was in the Heart to Heart Room. I was walking into a maze and a guy was following behind me. He immediately hug me from behind and started kissing me from behind. I turned and faced him. Cute, tall and Chinese looking. Apparently he was a Singaporean air steward. He took my hand and led me into one of the many rooms. We had a quickie and boy, it was a quickie! He came so damn fast. Emmmph ......
The other encounter for the nite was a threesome with a Korean (they all mistaken me for a Thai!) and a Thai boy. By we were done, it was 10pm. Time flew when you have fun. I rushed out back to the station. I did not know what the public transport is like in Bangkok on Sunday. I got the sky train and went to the last station at Saphan Taksin, where I was supposed to take the ferry ride to Phra Arthit. There were passengers from the train running towards the jetty and I ran too. Without thinking I jumped into the ferry thinking that that was the right ferry to my stop. However, the ferry only went across the the river. As the ferry approached the other side of the bank, the lights of the jetty were switched off one by one. I knew then that it was the last ferry ride across the river. I asked people around there and all they did was to direct me to the nearest taxi.
So, here I am, thank god for I managed to return to my guest house after the little adventure I had today.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Small World
Last week I was having coffee with my hairdresser friend, Richard. He received a call from Amsterdam. It was his new boyfriend. Initially he was flirting on the phone and you could see his face glowing. Then out of sudden he passed the phone to me. I have not met or knew of his new boyfriend but my friend insisted that his boyfriend wanted to talk to me. I spoke to him and found out that the steward, Mel, was my friend’s ex. This friend of mine (Shan) I got to know him through my ex. So he is the ex of the friend of my ex. He he … This ex of the friend of mine ex later on had a short relationship with one of my other close friend, Din, and now he is going out with Richard. Phew!
Anyway, Shan had made plan with me to go to Bangkok together. Last two days I met up with him to discuss the detailed plan. He came with a cute boy, Aziz, apparently, his current boyfriend. After going through the plan, they were rushing to a karaoke do. Shan made a remark that it was funny because both of them are going to see both of their ex-es there. Shan’s ex and Aziz’s, coming as a couple, were joining the karaoke. I asked Shan which ex he was going to see. He told me it was Mel. If he was going to see Mel and Mel is currently going out with Richard, then … Richard used to go out with Aziz! Understand?!
Emmmmmph ….. like the saying goes, ‘It’s a small world after all’.
Anyway, Shan had made plan with me to go to Bangkok together. Last two days I met up with him to discuss the detailed plan. He came with a cute boy, Aziz, apparently, his current boyfriend. After going through the plan, they were rushing to a karaoke do. Shan made a remark that it was funny because both of them are going to see both of their ex-es there. Shan’s ex and Aziz’s, coming as a couple, were joining the karaoke. I asked Shan which ex he was going to see. He told me it was Mel. If he was going to see Mel and Mel is currently going out with Richard, then … Richard used to go out with Aziz! Understand?!
Emmmmmph ….. like the saying goes, ‘It’s a small world after all’.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Writing On The Walls
I was chatting with my friend the other day and we were talking about his ex. Obviously, he poured his heart out on the bad things that his ex did to him. Most of the things were the same old thing relation problems but the only thing that I found intriguing about his ex was that he has the habit of leaving his own mobile number and name on the walls of public toilets. Who, in the right mind, would leave his own number and name on the wall of public toilet?!
I always thought that the numbers and names on the wall of public toilets are to spike back at that person. One who probably hated the victim so much that one writes the phone number and name of the victim to expose the victim to the embarrassment of public ridicule.
Since my friend told me of his ex wall writing habit, I actually started reading the writings on the walls. What I found disturbing are the comments next to the numbers and names on the public toilet walls. A majority of these comments are written by homophobic and gay bashers. The one that I remember is one comment next to a peep hole. It said, ‘Bloody faggot! If I catch u, I’ll poke ur eyes blind!’
Does his ex know that there are so much violent going around? Why is he leaving himself to an open invitation to potential violent? One sick gay basher might just call him and lure him into a trap. It did happen and it will happen again!
I always thought that the numbers and names on the wall of public toilets are to spike back at that person. One who probably hated the victim so much that one writes the phone number and name of the victim to expose the victim to the embarrassment of public ridicule.
Since my friend told me of his ex wall writing habit, I actually started reading the writings on the walls. What I found disturbing are the comments next to the numbers and names on the public toilet walls. A majority of these comments are written by homophobic and gay bashers. The one that I remember is one comment next to a peep hole. It said, ‘Bloody faggot! If I catch u, I’ll poke ur eyes blind!’
Does his ex know that there are so much violent going around? Why is he leaving himself to an open invitation to potential violent? One sick gay basher might just call him and lure him into a trap. It did happen and it will happen again!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Positive Living
Early this year a friend told me that his boyfriend was diagnosed HIV+. I asked him if he took the test himself. He told me he did not want to take the test because he did not want to know his status. He told me that if he dies tomorrow, it would not make a different. I was shocked. Till today he refused to take the test.
Few months later, my current told me that one of his friends was diagnosed HIV+. I asked him if his friend was getting any medical attention. He told me that the friend felt that he did not need any medical attention but with the HIV+ status, gave him the passport to have unsafe sex and live life to the fullest.
Right after the Eid celebration, one of my friends came over and confessed his sin to me. That was the same day after he went for the HIV blood tests because his doctor was suspecting him to be HIV+. He also told me that he thanked god to give him a second chance to repent and prepare himself for his death.
The only similarity of these three cases is that all three believed that being diagnosed HIV+ is like a death penalty. Each of them may took different approach how to end their death but they were all seeing themselves driving in a car at 150 MPH heading towards a wall.
None of these cases believe that there is life after being diagnosed HIV+. I do feel sad for all of them. They all need to realise that with proper medical attention, positive living mentality and supportive family and friends around, one can still be HIV+ and live life to the fullest.
A friend of mine, who is a policeman, was diagnosed HIV+ 2 years ago. He had the similar psychological breakdown initially. Being in a macho profession, it was devastating to be known as gay and even worst of HIV+ status. He went through hell initially. To add on to his misery, the physician who was attending to him was his boss’s wife. I told him that if his doctor was professional, she would not disclose his case to her husband. Only after that he trusted his physician and allowed medical attention. Now with the support from his family and few close friends, he is living a positive life.
A wise friend of mine told me that if you are being diagnosed HIV+, do just take it as any other medical illness. If you are suffering from diabetic, high blood pressure, heart problem or kidney failure you do need to be on medication attention for the rest of your life. It is the same thing with being diagnosed HIV+.
Few months later, my current told me that one of his friends was diagnosed HIV+. I asked him if his friend was getting any medical attention. He told me that the friend felt that he did not need any medical attention but with the HIV+ status, gave him the passport to have unsafe sex and live life to the fullest.
Right after the Eid celebration, one of my friends came over and confessed his sin to me. That was the same day after he went for the HIV blood tests because his doctor was suspecting him to be HIV+. He also told me that he thanked god to give him a second chance to repent and prepare himself for his death.
The only similarity of these three cases is that all three believed that being diagnosed HIV+ is like a death penalty. Each of them may took different approach how to end their death but they were all seeing themselves driving in a car at 150 MPH heading towards a wall.
None of these cases believe that there is life after being diagnosed HIV+. I do feel sad for all of them. They all need to realise that with proper medical attention, positive living mentality and supportive family and friends around, one can still be HIV+ and live life to the fullest.
A friend of mine, who is a policeman, was diagnosed HIV+ 2 years ago. He had the similar psychological breakdown initially. Being in a macho profession, it was devastating to be known as gay and even worst of HIV+ status. He went through hell initially. To add on to his misery, the physician who was attending to him was his boss’s wife. I told him that if his doctor was professional, she would not disclose his case to her husband. Only after that he trusted his physician and allowed medical attention. Now with the support from his family and few close friends, he is living a positive life.
A wise friend of mine told me that if you are being diagnosed HIV+, do just take it as any other medical illness. If you are suffering from diabetic, high blood pressure, heart problem or kidney failure you do need to be on medication attention for the rest of your life. It is the same thing with being diagnosed HIV+.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Straighten Up
It is the Eid Mubarak Festive season again. Like most Muslim of Malaysia, I did the ‘balik kampung’ thingy (back to home town). As usual the only thing to do during this festive season was to go around visiting relatives’ houses. But without fail, the same question that kept popping out frequently is, ‘When will you be getting married?’ Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I wish I could just tell them that I am gay and would only want to marry a MAN!
Living in KL, far way from my hometown, I am openly gay living with my boyfriend where my friends and neighbours respect and understand our lifestyle. Back in my hometown, I obviously had to pretend to be straight. Thank god that this game of charade is only for the short visit of the festive season. However, not all are fortunate enough ‘to go back’ to their dream lifestyle. During this festive season, I had the opportunity to see my cousins, who I know are gays themselves, living the life that is expected by the society. Yup, pretending being straight and married with a wife!
Most amazingly, they worked very hard to straighten themselves. Two years ago my cousin initially had to adopt a child to build his family. Both my cousin and his wife did not disclose whose fault it was for the long barren years but your guess would be as good as mine. However, after the first adopted child, he seemed to like the idea of being a father and worked very hard to become one of his own and at last did he become one on my last visit.
My other gay cousin built his family quite instantaneous after his wedding. I was happy for him but the last update I got from his mom is that he is having a second wife! How far does this cousin of mine want to proof his ‘straightness’? Or does he really like the creatures from Venus?
Whatever it is, I do take off my hat off for both them.
Living in KL, far way from my hometown, I am openly gay living with my boyfriend where my friends and neighbours respect and understand our lifestyle. Back in my hometown, I obviously had to pretend to be straight. Thank god that this game of charade is only for the short visit of the festive season. However, not all are fortunate enough ‘to go back’ to their dream lifestyle. During this festive season, I had the opportunity to see my cousins, who I know are gays themselves, living the life that is expected by the society. Yup, pretending being straight and married with a wife!
Most amazingly, they worked very hard to straighten themselves. Two years ago my cousin initially had to adopt a child to build his family. Both my cousin and his wife did not disclose whose fault it was for the long barren years but your guess would be as good as mine. However, after the first adopted child, he seemed to like the idea of being a father and worked very hard to become one of his own and at last did he become one on my last visit.
My other gay cousin built his family quite instantaneous after his wedding. I was happy for him but the last update I got from his mom is that he is having a second wife! How far does this cousin of mine want to proof his ‘straightness’? Or does he really like the creatures from Venus?
Whatever it is, I do take off my hat off for both them.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Encounter 3
Don’t judge the book from its cover!
Horny as usual forced me to cruise for fun. Went to Jurassic Park, a name only know to PLU (people like us). Meet this nice clean Chinese chap. Well groomed and dressed in a stripped long sleeves shirt with proper trousers. Probably he just got out from his office.
We casually said hi and he invited me over to his place. I agreed and went back to his place.
At his place, he invited me in. As soon as I got in, he locked the door and door grille with series of keys. I just thought he was being extra careful with security.
We walked to his living area. He had his TV on and his porn video was playing. It was an S&M video. I was slightly shocked but what the hack ….
Few minutes later, both of us were on the floor naked and were on each other. The room was lit with candles. The S&M video was still running. I was enjoying it. Out of the sudden, he stopped and went straight to the kitchen without excusing himself. He came back with a condom filled with water that was frozen. It looked huge man! I just stared at the frozen dildo. He told me to fuck him with it. I was resisted initially but obliged later. He was enjoying it. I was disgusted. I tried to make him cum to end it all and yet he did not cum. After a while, he grabbed one of the candles. He told me drip the molten wax on his asshole while fucking him with the frozen dildo. Eh? Crazy? Yup, but still I did what he wanted me to do.
I was just wanted to go. Then I decided to make myself cum so that he would let me go. I focused and focused to make myself cum. In the end, I came and thought I was able to get myself out of all this. He then told me that he would only allow me to leave if I make him cum. He said the door and door grille were both locked of which only he knew where the keys were. I was his prisoner! Damn!
He told me that the only way that he will cum if I was to shit and pee on him. I told him I am not able to do so. He reminded me that I was to make him cum before he was to let me go. I negotiated to just pee on him as I was definitely not able to pass motion on top of anyone. He was ok with it. I stood up and put my whole mind and body to pee on him. In the end, I managed to pee on his chest and mouth. Amazingly, as soon as I pee on him, he came instantaneous. Thank god to that … I was so FUCKING disgusted!
After all that, he casually let me out.
Horny as usual forced me to cruise for fun. Went to Jurassic Park, a name only know to PLU (people like us). Meet this nice clean Chinese chap. Well groomed and dressed in a stripped long sleeves shirt with proper trousers. Probably he just got out from his office.
We casually said hi and he invited me over to his place. I agreed and went back to his place.
At his place, he invited me in. As soon as I got in, he locked the door and door grille with series of keys. I just thought he was being extra careful with security.
We walked to his living area. He had his TV on and his porn video was playing. It was an S&M video. I was slightly shocked but what the hack ….
Few minutes later, both of us were on the floor naked and were on each other. The room was lit with candles. The S&M video was still running. I was enjoying it. Out of the sudden, he stopped and went straight to the kitchen without excusing himself. He came back with a condom filled with water that was frozen. It looked huge man! I just stared at the frozen dildo. He told me to fuck him with it. I was resisted initially but obliged later. He was enjoying it. I was disgusted. I tried to make him cum to end it all and yet he did not cum. After a while, he grabbed one of the candles. He told me drip the molten wax on his asshole while fucking him with the frozen dildo. Eh? Crazy? Yup, but still I did what he wanted me to do.
I was just wanted to go. Then I decided to make myself cum so that he would let me go. I focused and focused to make myself cum. In the end, I came and thought I was able to get myself out of all this. He then told me that he would only allow me to leave if I make him cum. He said the door and door grille were both locked of which only he knew where the keys were. I was his prisoner! Damn!
He told me that the only way that he will cum if I was to shit and pee on him. I told him I am not able to do so. He reminded me that I was to make him cum before he was to let me go. I negotiated to just pee on him as I was definitely not able to pass motion on top of anyone. He was ok with it. I stood up and put my whole mind and body to pee on him. In the end, I managed to pee on his chest and mouth. Amazingly, as soon as I pee on him, he came instantaneous. Thank god to that … I was so FUCKING disgusted!
After all that, he casually let me out.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Encounter 2
I have been admiring this cute Chinese guy for some time. I have seen him around town, clubs and also at my usual hangout place in Bangsar.
One Sunday, I saw him with one of my friend at MPH Bangsar. I went up to my friend and ask if this boy was going out with him. My friend explained that he was just a friend and I asked him to introduce me to the Chinese guy. After the introduction, all three of us went out for coffee and that was where we exchanged number.
The whole week I was thinking of him. We were calling each other and I thought that we have so much in common. Naturally, I asked him out the following Saturday and he accepted it.
Saturday came and I was all excited. I picked him up and we went to a nice cozy Japanese restaurant. We were flirting with each other the whole night and the waitresses were noticing it too. I did not care at all.
After dinner, he invited me to stay over at his place. I was overjoyed. As soon as we were in his apartment, we went straight to his bed for sex. After we were done, I took out my cigarette to smoke. He slowly moved out of the bed and went to his CD player. I thought he just wanted to hear some music. He had Ziana Zain on. He turned to me and was holding the remote control in his hand like a microphone. He then started lip sinking to the song. Oh my god! He was doing a DRAG show! I was dumbfounded. My jaw just dropped. I was speechless!
If I wanted a women, might as well I get the real one! Of course after that incident, I decided not to see him again.
One Sunday, I saw him with one of my friend at MPH Bangsar. I went up to my friend and ask if this boy was going out with him. My friend explained that he was just a friend and I asked him to introduce me to the Chinese guy. After the introduction, all three of us went out for coffee and that was where we exchanged number.
The whole week I was thinking of him. We were calling each other and I thought that we have so much in common. Naturally, I asked him out the following Saturday and he accepted it.
Saturday came and I was all excited. I picked him up and we went to a nice cozy Japanese restaurant. We were flirting with each other the whole night and the waitresses were noticing it too. I did not care at all.
After dinner, he invited me to stay over at his place. I was overjoyed. As soon as we were in his apartment, we went straight to his bed for sex. After we were done, I took out my cigarette to smoke. He slowly moved out of the bed and went to his CD player. I thought he just wanted to hear some music. He had Ziana Zain on. He turned to me and was holding the remote control in his hand like a microphone. He then started lip sinking to the song. Oh my god! He was doing a DRAG show! I was dumbfounded. My jaw just dropped. I was speechless!
If I wanted a women, might as well I get the real one! Of course after that incident, I decided not to see him again.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The Encounter 1
It all happened ten years ago. I was young and naïve. I was a young professional who had no life but work. I had had heard so much about the gay nightlife in KL and was all excited about the gay scene. One fine night, I braved the darkness and decided to go out to that very gay disco in the city centre that I heard so much. As I had no gay friend then, I had to go alone. Upon arriving at the disco, I was overwhelmed with the place and was impressed with drag show they put on. Unfortunately, I only was enjoying it all from the bar. I dare not let my hair-downed, as it was my first time there. Suddenly, I noticed that someone was looking in my direction. He was cute and in his late twenties. I looked behind me to check if he was looking at someone else behind me but no one was looking at him. I looked back at him and he was still looking at me. He was still smiling at me. I managed to crack a smile back to him. He stood up and walked toward my direction. I felt my heart beat so fast that I wanted to faint. He stretched his hand out and introduced himself to me. He was a smooth operator and I like him so much.
I invited him over to my apartment. He said yes. I was so happy that I came out that night and could not stop thinking that I was so lucky to meet this amazing guy.
We took the cab to my place. In the cab, he was so sweet holding my hand and squeezing it. I felt so shy with the driver. Upon arriving to my apartment, he said that he was thirst. I went back to the kitchen and pour drinks for both of us. Both of us were sitting in front of the TV set in the lounge area. I had my hand all over him but he suddenly became a chatterbox. All chat and no play. I tried to unzip him but he kept on pushing my hand away. I just let him chatted a bit more and …… zzzzzz
I realized that I was dozing off on the couch sleeping with my cloth on. I tried to remember what had happened. It was a bit fuzzy at first but after a short while, the whole incident came back to me. I stood up and went around looking for the guy. He was not around. I saw the front door was unlocked and I knew then that he had left. Then my instinct told me to check my wallet. My instinct was spot on! I checked my bedroom and he had gone through my stuff in the bedroom too.
Only then, I realized that he had spiked my drink. I am not sure when did he do it, but the fact is, DO NOT trust anyone that you bring back home for ONS!
I invited him over to my apartment. He said yes. I was so happy that I came out that night and could not stop thinking that I was so lucky to meet this amazing guy.
We took the cab to my place. In the cab, he was so sweet holding my hand and squeezing it. I felt so shy with the driver. Upon arriving to my apartment, he said that he was thirst. I went back to the kitchen and pour drinks for both of us. Both of us were sitting in front of the TV set in the lounge area. I had my hand all over him but he suddenly became a chatterbox. All chat and no play. I tried to unzip him but he kept on pushing my hand away. I just let him chatted a bit more and …… zzzzzz
I realized that I was dozing off on the couch sleeping with my cloth on. I tried to remember what had happened. It was a bit fuzzy at first but after a short while, the whole incident came back to me. I stood up and went around looking for the guy. He was not around. I saw the front door was unlocked and I knew then that he had left. Then my instinct told me to check my wallet. My instinct was spot on! I checked my bedroom and he had gone through my stuff in the bedroom too.
Only then, I realized that he had spiked my drink. I am not sure when did he do it, but the fact is, DO NOT trust anyone that you bring back home for ONS!
Monday, June 26, 2006
Football month!
I was on a company trip to Singapore. We had a convention to attend and to meet up with potential clients in Singapore. It was a four days trip. Because it was a short trip and my company wanted to capitalised on our trip there, the management managed to cramp our schedule in the four days with the convention, meetings, cocktails and dinner appointments.
However, they forgotten the fact it was also the world football month! It is the World Cup! Of course, I never give a damn about because I would prefer Miss World competition myself. I thought this will not affect me at all but I was wrong.
I went to this business trip with a bunch of this bunch of my colleagues who are Pussy Lover Football Freaks. As I am straight acting and not totally out of the closet, I also had to pretend to be Pussy Lover Football Freak. Right after dinner, I had no choice but to be with them to watch the match. They were drinking beer by the jugs and had girls lap dancers to entertain us during half time. I had to pretend to enjoy the party but my heart yearns for some gorgeous hunk doing the lap dancing instead.
Having staying in the same hotel made it even worst. One night I decided to leave early but when the match was about to start they woke me up and asked me to joined them. This was 2.30 in the morning. I NEEDED my beauty sleep. Fucker!!!!!
You could not imagine how happy I was when I reached back home from the trip. I needed my sanity back from the trip. I opened a bottle of red wine, put on my Ella Fitzgerald CD and soaked myself in my aromatherapy bath.
However, they forgotten the fact it was also the world football month! It is the World Cup! Of course, I never give a damn about because I would prefer Miss World competition myself. I thought this will not affect me at all but I was wrong.
I went to this business trip with a bunch of this bunch of my colleagues who are Pussy Lover Football Freaks. As I am straight acting and not totally out of the closet, I also had to pretend to be Pussy Lover Football Freak. Right after dinner, I had no choice but to be with them to watch the match. They were drinking beer by the jugs and had girls lap dancers to entertain us during half time. I had to pretend to enjoy the party but my heart yearns for some gorgeous hunk doing the lap dancing instead.
Having staying in the same hotel made it even worst. One night I decided to leave early but when the match was about to start they woke me up and asked me to joined them. This was 2.30 in the morning. I NEEDED my beauty sleep. Fucker!!!!!
You could not imagine how happy I was when I reached back home from the trip. I needed my sanity back from the trip. I opened a bottle of red wine, put on my Ella Fitzgerald CD and soaked myself in my aromatherapy bath.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Sexual Harassment
Nowadays, sexual harassment has been a typical topic discussed in the office environment. Constantly a media coverage in chat shows over TV and radio. However, the topic seems to assume that the kinder gender of the human race is always the victim. Well, horse shit it is!
I was given an opportunity to be a junior consultant at a consulting firm. I was excited of this job as this was my dream job. The pay is not great but the opportunity to rise is there. I scarified everything for this job.
At first, I was assigned to small projects to handle with only one man job for the whole projects. I put in long hours to prove my capability. As so I did! The management was impressed with my work and decided to absorb me into bigger projects. I was assigned to work with this senior consultant for this global job. I knew this was the chance to prove to myself that I can do it! But this was the beginning of my horror …..
The senior consultant is someone I have noticed for quite sometime. He is middle age, short, fat and has a flair for ugly dress sense. We bumped into one another before my assignment under him but we only casually said hi to one another. I kept my distance as I knew he was a screaming queen. I kept that to myself as I have no say to what he wants to be.
As soon as I was under his wings, he became so closed to me. He asked me a thousand and one personnel questions. He also found out that I was single and that was not from me. Apparently, he asked around the office about me. I could not care less as everything went ok with both of us. We work well together on the project.
After a few months under him, he found out that I play squash and he invited me to play with him. I had no choice but to oblige. We played squash at his condo and right after the game he invited me over to his place for a drink. I stupidly accepted the invitation and we went up to his apartment.
Before the game, it had been a long day work. Obviously, I was a bit exhausted from work and the game. I plunked myself in his plush sofa. He came with the drinks and he told me that I looked tired and tensed. He reached out for my shoulders and gave me a message. Again stupidly I just let him to do so. He came closer to me and started to breath on my neck. He then gave me a kiss behind my neck while trying to hug me. I was shocked! I jumped out of the sofa but I so speechless. I just looked at him. He just gave me a smile. I could not believe it that he was making a passed on me. Damn! All I could do was to excused myself and left.
I never discussed it about with him or anyone after that but ever since that incident, it had been hell at work. Somehow or rather there seems to be more work to be done. He assigned me with more tasks so that I had to work extra long working hours. And to make thing worst, he still made his passes on me but more obvious. I am so stressed out with datelines; and the physical and verbal harassment from this man!
What do I do to stop all this? If I were to make a formal complaint to the management, I would also pull myself into the dirt as it is not the usual man-girl situation. They might even find out that I am also gay, which I am not ready for. Oh god! Save me from this.
I was given an opportunity to be a junior consultant at a consulting firm. I was excited of this job as this was my dream job. The pay is not great but the opportunity to rise is there. I scarified everything for this job.
At first, I was assigned to small projects to handle with only one man job for the whole projects. I put in long hours to prove my capability. As so I did! The management was impressed with my work and decided to absorb me into bigger projects. I was assigned to work with this senior consultant for this global job. I knew this was the chance to prove to myself that I can do it! But this was the beginning of my horror …..
The senior consultant is someone I have noticed for quite sometime. He is middle age, short, fat and has a flair for ugly dress sense. We bumped into one another before my assignment under him but we only casually said hi to one another. I kept my distance as I knew he was a screaming queen. I kept that to myself as I have no say to what he wants to be.
As soon as I was under his wings, he became so closed to me. He asked me a thousand and one personnel questions. He also found out that I was single and that was not from me. Apparently, he asked around the office about me. I could not care less as everything went ok with both of us. We work well together on the project.
After a few months under him, he found out that I play squash and he invited me to play with him. I had no choice but to oblige. We played squash at his condo and right after the game he invited me over to his place for a drink. I stupidly accepted the invitation and we went up to his apartment.
Before the game, it had been a long day work. Obviously, I was a bit exhausted from work and the game. I plunked myself in his plush sofa. He came with the drinks and he told me that I looked tired and tensed. He reached out for my shoulders and gave me a message. Again stupidly I just let him to do so. He came closer to me and started to breath on my neck. He then gave me a kiss behind my neck while trying to hug me. I was shocked! I jumped out of the sofa but I so speechless. I just looked at him. He just gave me a smile. I could not believe it that he was making a passed on me. Damn! All I could do was to excused myself and left.
I never discussed it about with him or anyone after that but ever since that incident, it had been hell at work. Somehow or rather there seems to be more work to be done. He assigned me with more tasks so that I had to work extra long working hours. And to make thing worst, he still made his passes on me but more obvious. I am so stressed out with datelines; and the physical and verbal harassment from this man!
What do I do to stop all this? If I were to make a formal complaint to the management, I would also pull myself into the dirt as it is not the usual man-girl situation. They might even find out that I am also gay, which I am not ready for. Oh god! Save me from this.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Abang Angkat
Abang Joe adalah seorang senior yang sentiasa menolong junior-junior yang ada menghadapi masalah pelajaran. Kebetulan pulak aku seorang yang memerlukan tunjuk ajar untuk menaikkan CGPA ku. Kawan aku memperkenalkan kami berdua dan dia bersetuju untuk meluangkan masa untuk aku. Semenjak itu, dia selalu menolong aku seperti memberi point-point untuk aku menyiapkan assignment dan presentation ku. Dia juga memberi semangat untuk aku berlajar dengan lebih gigih untuk meningkat CGPA aku. Oleh kerana itu, aku sentiasa menghabiskan masa bersama dia. Lama-kelamaan, semua member aku menanggap dia sebagai abang angkat aku. Sebagai seorang pelajar di UiTM, konsep berabang angkat adalah perhubungan yang lazimnya diterima oleh semua.
Aku rasa beruntung kerana mendapat Abang Joe sebagai abang angkat. Abang Joe bukan saje pandai, segak dan tampan tetapi tahu mengambil hati aku. Sekali-sekala dia akan ajak aku pergi tengok wayang atau main bowling dengan dia. Yang bestnya kami sentiasa berdua sahaja.
Selalunya bila aku belajar kat bilik dia sampai pagi buta, dia akan ajak tidur sekali kat katil dia sebab dia tak nak aku penat balik ke bilik aku. Walaupun kita tak buat apa-apa tapi berasa hepi giler kerana dapat tidur bersama Abang Joe.
Cuti pertengahan semester pun tiba. Semua pelajar-pelajar balik kampung. Tak sampai dua minggu bercuti, aku berasa bosan di kampung aku dan aku pun menalifon Abang Joe menanya khabar. Apabila aku menceritakan kebosanan ku di kampung, dia pun ajak aku balik campus awal kerana dia tengah buat projek untuk Persatuan Pelajar-pelajar dan perlu berada di kampus seminggu sebelum sementer buka. Dia akan duduk di hostel seorang diri dan aku boleh menemani dia. Aku pun OK je.
Setiba kami di kampus, dia terpaksa berjumpa dengan lecturer untuk berdiskus untuk projek dia itu. Aku pulak balik ke bilik dia. Aku berasa penat dan terus tidur atas katil dia seperti biasa. Apabila aku terjaga, aku mendapati Abang Joe tidur sebelah aku di katil yang sama. Padahal ada katil kosong yang lain tapi dia nak juga tidur bersama aku. Aku dengan tak malunya memeluk dia. Dia pun memeluk aku dan dengan tiba-tiba dia mencium pipi ku. Aku pun memeluk dia lagi kuat, takut-takut dia termimpi atau ape. Dia cuba mencium lagi tapi bukan pipi ku tetapi bibirku. Aku pun teruja dan merelakannya. Seminggu selepas itu adalah sungguh bermakna pada ku kerana hanya aku dan Abang Joe di dalam bilik hostelnya. Itu lah dedik permulaan hubungan intim aku dengan Abang Joe.
Semasa cuti panjang, aku ajak Abang Joe cuti di kampung ku dan ku perkenalkan abang angkat ku kepada keluarga ku. Mereka menerimanya dan kedua orang tua ku rapat dengan Abang Joe kerana Abang Joe tahu mengambil hati mereka. Oleh kerana ini lah aku bertambah jatuh cinta dengan Abang Joe. Segalanya aku akan korbankan untuk Abang Joe.
Setelah kami berkenalan satu setengah sementer, seorang rakan kelas ku, Mann, mulai rapat dengan Abang Joe. Mann yang baru dilantik sebagai ahli jawatankuasa Persatuan Pelajar-pelajar sentiasa bersama Abang Joe yang juga baru telah baru dilantik sebagai Timbalan Presiden Persatuan Pelajar-pelajar. Pada mulanya aku tidak pedulikannya kerana Mann adalah kawan ku dan Abang Joe hanya menganggap Mann sebagai adik angkat. Walaupun Abang Joe masih keluar bersama ku, tetapi Abang Joe juga meluangkan masa bersama Mann. Kadang-kadang kami bertiga akan keluar tengok wayang atau main bowling bersama-sama.
Hubungan Abang Joe dan Mann bertambah rapat. Aku mulai rasa curiga. Pada satu malam study break, semua rakan bilik Abang Joe balik kampung. Aku tahu yang Mann ada bersama Abang Joe. Aku menalifon Abang Joe dan menerangkan yang aku tidak dapat jumpa dia malam itu kerana perlu berdiskus untuk group presentation. Aku sebenarnya adalah berhampiran bilik Abang Joe. Setelah sejam menunggu, aku pun terus serbu bilik Abang Joe dan mendapati kedua-dua mereka berbogel di atas katil abang Joe. Hati ku pada saat itu berasa dicincang seribu. Sungguh kejam Abang Joe membuat aku begitu.
Adakah ini konsep abang angkat yang dipraktiskan di kebanyakkan institusi-insitusi pengajian. Mungkin aku masih mentah dalam hal ini tetapi jikalau konsep abang angkat bermaksudnya sebenarnya perhubungan yang lebih intim, maka aku berasa terkejut yang ianya dipraktikkan berleluasa dan diterima oleh ramai pelajar-pelajar di institusi-institusi pengajian di Malaysia ini. Apa bezanya abang angkat dengan boi fren? Adakah ini muslihat dengan menggunakan adat resam kita untuk menyerapkan gejala-gejala negatif yang dianggap oleh masyarakat kita? Atau sememang pada dasarnya ianya berniat suci tetapi kita sendiri yang mengekploitnya?
Walau apapun, untuk diri ku yang kecewa ini .... mungkin hanya perlu mencari seorang abang angkat yang setia pada aku.
Aku rasa beruntung kerana mendapat Abang Joe sebagai abang angkat. Abang Joe bukan saje pandai, segak dan tampan tetapi tahu mengambil hati aku. Sekali-sekala dia akan ajak aku pergi tengok wayang atau main bowling dengan dia. Yang bestnya kami sentiasa berdua sahaja.
Selalunya bila aku belajar kat bilik dia sampai pagi buta, dia akan ajak tidur sekali kat katil dia sebab dia tak nak aku penat balik ke bilik aku. Walaupun kita tak buat apa-apa tapi berasa hepi giler kerana dapat tidur bersama Abang Joe.
Cuti pertengahan semester pun tiba. Semua pelajar-pelajar balik kampung. Tak sampai dua minggu bercuti, aku berasa bosan di kampung aku dan aku pun menalifon Abang Joe menanya khabar. Apabila aku menceritakan kebosanan ku di kampung, dia pun ajak aku balik campus awal kerana dia tengah buat projek untuk Persatuan Pelajar-pelajar dan perlu berada di kampus seminggu sebelum sementer buka. Dia akan duduk di hostel seorang diri dan aku boleh menemani dia. Aku pun OK je.
Setiba kami di kampus, dia terpaksa berjumpa dengan lecturer untuk berdiskus untuk projek dia itu. Aku pulak balik ke bilik dia. Aku berasa penat dan terus tidur atas katil dia seperti biasa. Apabila aku terjaga, aku mendapati Abang Joe tidur sebelah aku di katil yang sama. Padahal ada katil kosong yang lain tapi dia nak juga tidur bersama aku. Aku dengan tak malunya memeluk dia. Dia pun memeluk aku dan dengan tiba-tiba dia mencium pipi ku. Aku pun memeluk dia lagi kuat, takut-takut dia termimpi atau ape. Dia cuba mencium lagi tapi bukan pipi ku tetapi bibirku. Aku pun teruja dan merelakannya. Seminggu selepas itu adalah sungguh bermakna pada ku kerana hanya aku dan Abang Joe di dalam bilik hostelnya. Itu lah dedik permulaan hubungan intim aku dengan Abang Joe.
Semasa cuti panjang, aku ajak Abang Joe cuti di kampung ku dan ku perkenalkan abang angkat ku kepada keluarga ku. Mereka menerimanya dan kedua orang tua ku rapat dengan Abang Joe kerana Abang Joe tahu mengambil hati mereka. Oleh kerana ini lah aku bertambah jatuh cinta dengan Abang Joe. Segalanya aku akan korbankan untuk Abang Joe.
Setelah kami berkenalan satu setengah sementer, seorang rakan kelas ku, Mann, mulai rapat dengan Abang Joe. Mann yang baru dilantik sebagai ahli jawatankuasa Persatuan Pelajar-pelajar sentiasa bersama Abang Joe yang juga baru telah baru dilantik sebagai Timbalan Presiden Persatuan Pelajar-pelajar. Pada mulanya aku tidak pedulikannya kerana Mann adalah kawan ku dan Abang Joe hanya menganggap Mann sebagai adik angkat. Walaupun Abang Joe masih keluar bersama ku, tetapi Abang Joe juga meluangkan masa bersama Mann. Kadang-kadang kami bertiga akan keluar tengok wayang atau main bowling bersama-sama.
Hubungan Abang Joe dan Mann bertambah rapat. Aku mulai rasa curiga. Pada satu malam study break, semua rakan bilik Abang Joe balik kampung. Aku tahu yang Mann ada bersama Abang Joe. Aku menalifon Abang Joe dan menerangkan yang aku tidak dapat jumpa dia malam itu kerana perlu berdiskus untuk group presentation. Aku sebenarnya adalah berhampiran bilik Abang Joe. Setelah sejam menunggu, aku pun terus serbu bilik Abang Joe dan mendapati kedua-dua mereka berbogel di atas katil abang Joe. Hati ku pada saat itu berasa dicincang seribu. Sungguh kejam Abang Joe membuat aku begitu.
Adakah ini konsep abang angkat yang dipraktiskan di kebanyakkan institusi-insitusi pengajian. Mungkin aku masih mentah dalam hal ini tetapi jikalau konsep abang angkat bermaksudnya sebenarnya perhubungan yang lebih intim, maka aku berasa terkejut yang ianya dipraktikkan berleluasa dan diterima oleh ramai pelajar-pelajar di institusi-institusi pengajian di Malaysia ini. Apa bezanya abang angkat dengan boi fren? Adakah ini muslihat dengan menggunakan adat resam kita untuk menyerapkan gejala-gejala negatif yang dianggap oleh masyarakat kita? Atau sememang pada dasarnya ianya berniat suci tetapi kita sendiri yang mengekploitnya?
Walau apapun, untuk diri ku yang kecewa ini .... mungkin hanya perlu mencari seorang abang angkat yang setia pada aku.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Is Bigger Better? (The Study)
I was fortunate enough to be exposed to a wide range of men. Probably you can spread a relatively large world atlas on the wall and then throw ten darts on it from a distance. The chances of me have had sex with a man from that region would be at least seven out of the ten darts. I am not here to brag but just to justify my stand in the issue ‘Is Bigger Better?’
Big dicks are fun generally but unfortunately, from my past experience very few of them have managed to satisfy me. The reasons being;
Of not knowing HOW to use it. Fucking is not just about poking the hole. Most of big dick owners would just shove their dick into the hole without actually thinking of the fuckee. They are too self-absorbed with their tool that they care less of their performance.
Not be able to have a HARD enough erection to perform. I notice this is especially true in men who had employed the pumping vacuum device to increase the size of their dicks. Mind you some of my encounters are still ih their early twenty's.
For cuming too FAST. Probably they rarely have the privilege of fucking. The mere entry of an ass would just make them cum.
WHITE ELEPHANT! Too big to handle. Just can’t blow nor get fucked by it.
I hereby declare that the bigger does not mean the better. So next time when you go on chat-line, don’t assume that someone with big dick will make you a happy boi.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Is Bigger Better? (The Story)
Being versatile gay, I am able to tell you both side of the story. But for now, I would tell you of me being a bottom. And also try to answer the important question that is frequently asked by all; ‘Is bigger better?’ I was first fucked at the tender age of 15 yrs old. I hated it so much but because I was so into dicks that I allowed boys to fuck me. It was painful and some of the boys were rough. Safe sex was never in the agenda and hence all type of lubrication was used. Whatever the choice of lubrication was, it was still none pleasurable for me then. Years later, in my early 20's, I met this mat salleh. He was the one who seduced me into the world of bottom. Being mid aged, he had the experience to let me explore the pleasure of being a bottom in great depth. I was not in love with him but sex was so amazing that I kept on going back to him for more fucks. That was the beginning of my liberation as I could enjoy sex with men to the fullest. Name your game and I am for it!
That was true until the day I met this beautiful black guy. We met in a gay pub. Built like a black stallion, he had curly longish hair and was wearing a thick v-neck sweater with blue jeans. About 6 ft 2, he towered over me when he spoke. He told me that he was studying at the local university, north of the city. He was doing his degree in psychology. Wow! Both looks and brain. I was so turned on.
Late into the night, he asked if I would be interested to come over to his place. I was waiting for him to ask that question the whole night and of course I said ‘yes’.
On the way to his place, he nicely said he wanted to fuck me. I smiled. After that he hesitantly asked if I mind big one. I grinned wider. Inside me I was overjoyed! I was thinking to myself of how lucky I was of having this beautiful black stallion with brains and big dong. I was grinning the whole way to his place.
Arriving at his apartment, I just wanted to dive straight into it but he was resisting every moment. We just kissed while he was trying to divert my hand away from his dong. Only after a few glasses of cheap wine and turning off the light, he pulled me closer to him and slowly revealed himself to me. I was too excited until I saw how big it was. My jaw just dropped. It was as big and long as an over fertilised brinjal! It was as big as a big bottle of ketchup.
I would have never thought that it was that big. He saw my shocked face, he quickly shy away to the other corner of the sofa and on back the lampshade. He tried to cup his enormous dong with both of his hands. He looked disappointed and rejected. I was still in shocked.
Only after awhile did I realized that he would have encountered the same problem with many others. He would have been, by then, psychologically affected from all his past experiences. I felt so sorry for him.
Everyone says that they like big one up the chocolate highway but when it comes to the real the real thing, they just freaked out!
That was true until the day I met this beautiful black guy. We met in a gay pub. Built like a black stallion, he had curly longish hair and was wearing a thick v-neck sweater with blue jeans. About 6 ft 2, he towered over me when he spoke. He told me that he was studying at the local university, north of the city. He was doing his degree in psychology. Wow! Both looks and brain. I was so turned on.
Late into the night, he asked if I would be interested to come over to his place. I was waiting for him to ask that question the whole night and of course I said ‘yes’.
On the way to his place, he nicely said he wanted to fuck me. I smiled. After that he hesitantly asked if I mind big one. I grinned wider. Inside me I was overjoyed! I was thinking to myself of how lucky I was of having this beautiful black stallion with brains and big dong. I was grinning the whole way to his place.
Arriving at his apartment, I just wanted to dive straight into it but he was resisting every moment. We just kissed while he was trying to divert my hand away from his dong. Only after a few glasses of cheap wine and turning off the light, he pulled me closer to him and slowly revealed himself to me. I was too excited until I saw how big it was. My jaw just dropped. It was as big and long as an over fertilised brinjal! It was as big as a big bottle of ketchup.
I would have never thought that it was that big. He saw my shocked face, he quickly shy away to the other corner of the sofa and on back the lampshade. He tried to cup his enormous dong with both of his hands. He looked disappointed and rejected. I was still in shocked.
Only after awhile did I realized that he would have encountered the same problem with many others. He would have been, by then, psychologically affected from all his past experiences. I felt so sorry for him.
Everyone says that they like big one up the chocolate highway but when it comes to the real the real thing, they just freaked out!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Baju Kurung
Mak seorang seven-eleven (lelaki berpakaian wanita 24 jam) yang telah lama menjual diri dalam industri makeup. Yelah kena lah jual diri, kalau tak mana nak cari klient nyah. Rupa paras mak agak ok dan banyak yang anggap diri mak sebagai wanita yang tulen, atau mereka saje nak angkat bakul mak.
Anyway, mak nak cerite pasal semasa mak ade job kat Melaka untuk Maulidul Rasul yang lepas. Mak dah abis cantekkan klient mak, mak ikut sekali pergi function tu. Nasib baik mak pakai baju kurung berselendang panjang sebab function tu kat Masjid Besar Melaka. Ramai jeling mak yang tak nak tudung kepala mak. Buat ape mak tudung kepala, mak kan lelaki.
Mak rasa boring giler. Mak keluar jab untuk hisap rokok. Mak cubalah sorok-sorok tapi seorang tok imam ternampak mak.
'Cik adek tak sopan hisap rokok tau', dia berkata.
'Sorile bang', mak jawab.
Dah tu dia perhatikan muka mak, lalu dia bertanya,'Awak nie perempuan ke lelaki?'
'Lelaki bang,' Mak menjawab dengan segan pilu. Tapi mak terus sambung,'Jadi takpe lah hisap rokok kan bang?' Ingat mak bolehlah sambung hisap rokok.
Lantas dia berkata,'Kalau dah pakai baju kurung tu .... tak payah lah hisap rokok dek. Nak jadi perempuan kenalah perangai macam perempuan jugak.'
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! MAK MALU NYAH!!!!!!!
Anyway, mak nak cerite pasal semasa mak ade job kat Melaka untuk Maulidul Rasul yang lepas. Mak dah abis cantekkan klient mak, mak ikut sekali pergi function tu. Nasib baik mak pakai baju kurung berselendang panjang sebab function tu kat Masjid Besar Melaka. Ramai jeling mak yang tak nak tudung kepala mak. Buat ape mak tudung kepala, mak kan lelaki.
Mak rasa boring giler. Mak keluar jab untuk hisap rokok. Mak cubalah sorok-sorok tapi seorang tok imam ternampak mak.
'Cik adek tak sopan hisap rokok tau', dia berkata.
'Sorile bang', mak jawab.
Dah tu dia perhatikan muka mak, lalu dia bertanya,'Awak nie perempuan ke lelaki?'
'Lelaki bang,' Mak menjawab dengan segan pilu. Tapi mak terus sambung,'Jadi takpe lah hisap rokok kan bang?' Ingat mak bolehlah sambung hisap rokok.
Lantas dia berkata,'Kalau dah pakai baju kurung tu .... tak payah lah hisap rokok dek. Nak jadi perempuan kenalah perangai macam perempuan jugak.'
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! MAK MALU NYAH!!!!!!!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Tug of war
Having two is better than one. Well, that is what they say but not for me.
I was secretly going out with two beautiful boys. Meticulous planning, time management and constant lying were essential in the relationship. Initially, it was great as both had a complimenting timetable for me to slot in my week schedule. One was free on the weekdays and the other was free on the weekend. We shall call the one on weekend as Ed and the other one on weekday as Ben. This was only great for a moment but I knew I had to face the music sooner or later.
That very day came when Ed called me on the weekday for some emotional support. I wanted to cut the conversation short as I was already with Ben. He demanded a bit more time but Ben was already getting annoyed. I picked on Ed and ended the call with a temper. Later he called again and again. I was already in bed with Ben and decided not pick up the calls. An hour later, someone knock the door and I was stupid enough to open the door. No bonus for guessing who was at the door, Ed obviously! He pushed the door opened and rushed straight to my bedroom. Ben, not expecting anyone to barge into the bedroom, was half naked. Ed in shocked rushed out of the apartment and I followed suit. I stopped him and we had a high-pitch discussion near the poolside. He wanted to know how many time had Ben and me had done it and I told him three times (which was partially true as it was three visits with many sex). He did not believe me and he went back to the apartment to ask Ben himself. When we were all in my bedroom, he asked so many questions but both Ben and I did not utter a word. Being in rage, Ed stormed out of the apartment and I decided to leave it as it is.
Meanwhile, Ben packed him stuff and left. Before he did, he told me that he needed time to think about the whole situation. After Ben left, I sms-ed Ed to ask if he had reached his place safely as he would have ride his motorbike dangerously. He called me back and we spoke for a short while. He decided to come to my apartment that night to discuss further. When he was at my place, he agreed to stay with me with condition that I was to be faithful to only him. I agreed.
However, this was not true. I, with my forever gatalness, called Ben a few days later. Ben apparently had considered the situation and told me that he would not mind to be with me even in the know of the other one. I was pleased.
During that week, I had to go to China Town and Ben was to join me for lunch. Ed was to meet me later that evening because he was supposed to help me with a job. On my way to China Town, Ed surprised me by calling me and told me that he was already on the way to see me. I was forced to ask Ben to leave me and had to meet up with Ed instead. Ben was obviously not happy with that decision. I was not happy with the situation too and in the end Ed had to bear me picking on him the whole day for not giving me space to do things on my own.
Weekend came and Ed spent his time with me. It was a delightful time together but on the last night of the weekend, he asked me if I was still seeing the other boy. I then decided to just tell him the truth. He accepted it and decided that he did not mind if I was to see both of them but I had to be fair. I assured him.
It was long planned that I was to spend one night with Ben on the Highlands. A short trip from the city for a short holiday. I told Ed of it and got his blessing for the trip. I went up the highland with Ben. Ben thought it was an escape from the reality as there was only the two of us. I did not tell him of Ed knowing as I did not want to spoil his holiday. We were back in my apartment the day after that I decided to tell Ben. He was furious as I did not tell him the whole truth. Nevertheless, I managed to persuade him to accept the whole new situation. Hence, I was officially going out with two boyfriends.
WOW! How lucky, one might say. But this was just the beginning of hell to me.
From thereon, everything was measured by macro-millimeter and the scrutiny under the microscope. How come you sms him more that me? Can you not call him when I am around? Last I remembered there were ten condoms in the box and now there is only three, you had so much sex with him? Can I stay still Monday? Can I just drop by during the weekend? What product does he uses for his beauty routine? What perfume he wears? Can you please change the bedcover before I come? How could you watch that movie with him? I don’t want to see his stuff around when I am there! Does he use my stuff? Why is he so stupid? Why is he so rude?
It was amazing. Every time without fail there would be some little thing that cropped up. I had to defend the other one every time. Time spent with any one of them was a very unpleasant. I felt so very unhappy. They are constantly in the tug of war and I am the rope. I just can not cope with it any longer. I must choose to either one of them or neither at all!
I was secretly going out with two beautiful boys. Meticulous planning, time management and constant lying were essential in the relationship. Initially, it was great as both had a complimenting timetable for me to slot in my week schedule. One was free on the weekdays and the other was free on the weekend. We shall call the one on weekend as Ed and the other one on weekday as Ben. This was only great for a moment but I knew I had to face the music sooner or later.
That very day came when Ed called me on the weekday for some emotional support. I wanted to cut the conversation short as I was already with Ben. He demanded a bit more time but Ben was already getting annoyed. I picked on Ed and ended the call with a temper. Later he called again and again. I was already in bed with Ben and decided not pick up the calls. An hour later, someone knock the door and I was stupid enough to open the door. No bonus for guessing who was at the door, Ed obviously! He pushed the door opened and rushed straight to my bedroom. Ben, not expecting anyone to barge into the bedroom, was half naked. Ed in shocked rushed out of the apartment and I followed suit. I stopped him and we had a high-pitch discussion near the poolside. He wanted to know how many time had Ben and me had done it and I told him three times (which was partially true as it was three visits with many sex). He did not believe me and he went back to the apartment to ask Ben himself. When we were all in my bedroom, he asked so many questions but both Ben and I did not utter a word. Being in rage, Ed stormed out of the apartment and I decided to leave it as it is.
Meanwhile, Ben packed him stuff and left. Before he did, he told me that he needed time to think about the whole situation. After Ben left, I sms-ed Ed to ask if he had reached his place safely as he would have ride his motorbike dangerously. He called me back and we spoke for a short while. He decided to come to my apartment that night to discuss further. When he was at my place, he agreed to stay with me with condition that I was to be faithful to only him. I agreed.
However, this was not true. I, with my forever gatalness, called Ben a few days later. Ben apparently had considered the situation and told me that he would not mind to be with me even in the know of the other one. I was pleased.
During that week, I had to go to China Town and Ben was to join me for lunch. Ed was to meet me later that evening because he was supposed to help me with a job. On my way to China Town, Ed surprised me by calling me and told me that he was already on the way to see me. I was forced to ask Ben to leave me and had to meet up with Ed instead. Ben was obviously not happy with that decision. I was not happy with the situation too and in the end Ed had to bear me picking on him the whole day for not giving me space to do things on my own.
Weekend came and Ed spent his time with me. It was a delightful time together but on the last night of the weekend, he asked me if I was still seeing the other boy. I then decided to just tell him the truth. He accepted it and decided that he did not mind if I was to see both of them but I had to be fair. I assured him.
It was long planned that I was to spend one night with Ben on the Highlands. A short trip from the city for a short holiday. I told Ed of it and got his blessing for the trip. I went up the highland with Ben. Ben thought it was an escape from the reality as there was only the two of us. I did not tell him of Ed knowing as I did not want to spoil his holiday. We were back in my apartment the day after that I decided to tell Ben. He was furious as I did not tell him the whole truth. Nevertheless, I managed to persuade him to accept the whole new situation. Hence, I was officially going out with two boyfriends.
WOW! How lucky, one might say. But this was just the beginning of hell to me.
From thereon, everything was measured by macro-millimeter and the scrutiny under the microscope. How come you sms him more that me? Can you not call him when I am around? Last I remembered there were ten condoms in the box and now there is only three, you had so much sex with him? Can I stay still Monday? Can I just drop by during the weekend? What product does he uses for his beauty routine? What perfume he wears? Can you please change the bedcover before I come? How could you watch that movie with him? I don’t want to see his stuff around when I am there! Does he use my stuff? Why is he so stupid? Why is he so rude?
It was amazing. Every time without fail there would be some little thing that cropped up. I had to defend the other one every time. Time spent with any one of them was a very unpleasant. I felt so very unhappy. They are constantly in the tug of war and I am the rope. I just can not cope with it any longer. I must choose to either one of them or neither at all!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Older V Young
I looking for a LTR (long term relationship) but I am so confused. What am I looking for? Do I go for the older mature gay man or the young beautiful one?! For the sake of arguement, lets evalute both sides with quick pointers.
OLDER LOVER
>>Pros
>>Pros
OLDER LOVER
>>Pros
- Matured
- Stable income
- Worldly and exposed
- Supportive emotionally
- Independent
- Fat & Ugly
- Less sexual desire
- Less athletic
- Not much fun
- Stubborn
- Require lots of personal space
>>Pros
- Beautiful body
- Wild sex and frequent
- Energetic
- Fun and crazy
- Flexible
>>Cons
- Inmature conversation
- Financially instable
- Living in his own little world
- Emotionally dependant
- Too attached
(Stereotyping I might be but generally this is true and of course there are exceptional cases)
With these pointers, I am still not able to make up my mind on an older lover or a younger lover. Both seems to outweight each other on the pros and cons. This is such a difficult decision to be made.
But hold on, what the hell am I doing, I don't even have a boyfriend to start off with. Does it matter whether he is older or younger than me? I have to find one first lah!
Monday, March 27, 2006
Nurtured or Nature?
I am sure you all have heard this over and over again. Many have argued and yet there is no answer to this question. Were we born gay or the world around us change us to be gay? Nurtured or nature?!!!!!
Well, let me tell u my side of the story. My dad was never there to be the male figure in the family. My family was like a single parent family. My mom had to look after all six of us and I might add she had done a bloody good job. My dad, on the other hand, went to the big city and enjoyed the lifestyle of a bachelor. Drinking, partying and womanizing was his full time job. At one time, he even had 3 girlfriends!!!! 1st golden rule of nurtured, no male figure in family.
At the age of 7, my mom caught me with my 2nd cousin in my bedroom playing with our dicks. She was of course furious and gave me a long lecture. She grounded me in her room for days. But this did not stop me as there were so many little adventures I had with my other cousins, uncles (the one of the same age) and neighbours. Initially starting with innocent wanking and sucking off session but at the age of 15, I had my first experience of anal sex. I then introduced it to the rest of my encounters. This time I learned to be extra careful of not being caught! Hence undeniable, for argument sake, I was nurtured into this gay world.
But let me tell u my first true encounter of attraction for man. When I was 4, my parent had a small sundry shop. We were staying in a small living quarter attached to the shop. This was during the period when my dad was still around. The bathroom of this living quarter was located a bit further away from the living quarter. One evening, I went to the bathroom to take my shower. I was expecting my brothers to be there to shower me but to my surprise my parent's shop assistant was there. He was this late teenage who was helping my parent around the shop. He saw me and offered to shower me. I agreed and which he did it in nude. That was the first time I saw a full nude male 'adult'. Even though he did not do anything to me but I had this tingle feeling all around me. I had no sexual desire then but it just made me feel good. Since then I wanted to see more! No one had installed that feeling in me. I just had it and still having it!
Many many years later my mom admitted that when she was expecting me, she wanted a girl. She went around and asked the so call 'experts' to determine my sex before my birth. All agreed that she was expecting a girl. My mom was so overjoyed that she decided to have all my clothing in pink and insisted that my cot to be painted pink. The prediction did not turn out as planned. I am a boy. But somehow, I am sure, all this had an influence on my sexuality.
I was a little bit effeminate when I was toddler and early age. Running around in bedsheets as a dress and tried makeup for fun. Due to society needs, I managed to straighten my mannerism but my sexuality stays.I had tried to makeout with girls but they were all flops. Whenever I was with a girl, I had to go through a checklist 'How to makeout with a woman'. First, hug her. Second, kiss her mouth. Third, Put your tongue in her mouth. Forth, caress her breast. Fifth, bla bla bla ..... It was not happening. But with a guy, there was never of a list or I can do it in the reverse order. Doing it with another man is natural to me.
Well, does it make me nurtured or nature? The society just want to dissect the issue and make you into a study. This would help them to solve the so call ill behaviour of our society. Bullshit! Why can't they just leave us fucking alone?!!
Well, let me tell u my side of the story. My dad was never there to be the male figure in the family. My family was like a single parent family. My mom had to look after all six of us and I might add she had done a bloody good job. My dad, on the other hand, went to the big city and enjoyed the lifestyle of a bachelor. Drinking, partying and womanizing was his full time job. At one time, he even had 3 girlfriends!!!! 1st golden rule of nurtured, no male figure in family.
At the age of 7, my mom caught me with my 2nd cousin in my bedroom playing with our dicks. She was of course furious and gave me a long lecture. She grounded me in her room for days. But this did not stop me as there were so many little adventures I had with my other cousins, uncles (the one of the same age) and neighbours. Initially starting with innocent wanking and sucking off session but at the age of 15, I had my first experience of anal sex. I then introduced it to the rest of my encounters. This time I learned to be extra careful of not being caught! Hence undeniable, for argument sake, I was nurtured into this gay world.
But let me tell u my first true encounter of attraction for man. When I was 4, my parent had a small sundry shop. We were staying in a small living quarter attached to the shop. This was during the period when my dad was still around. The bathroom of this living quarter was located a bit further away from the living quarter. One evening, I went to the bathroom to take my shower. I was expecting my brothers to be there to shower me but to my surprise my parent's shop assistant was there. He was this late teenage who was helping my parent around the shop. He saw me and offered to shower me. I agreed and which he did it in nude. That was the first time I saw a full nude male 'adult'. Even though he did not do anything to me but I had this tingle feeling all around me. I had no sexual desire then but it just made me feel good. Since then I wanted to see more! No one had installed that feeling in me. I just had it and still having it!
Many many years later my mom admitted that when she was expecting me, she wanted a girl. She went around and asked the so call 'experts' to determine my sex before my birth. All agreed that she was expecting a girl. My mom was so overjoyed that she decided to have all my clothing in pink and insisted that my cot to be painted pink. The prediction did not turn out as planned. I am a boy. But somehow, I am sure, all this had an influence on my sexuality.
I was a little bit effeminate when I was toddler and early age. Running around in bedsheets as a dress and tried makeup for fun. Due to society needs, I managed to straighten my mannerism but my sexuality stays.I had tried to makeout with girls but they were all flops. Whenever I was with a girl, I had to go through a checklist 'How to makeout with a woman'. First, hug her. Second, kiss her mouth. Third, Put your tongue in her mouth. Forth, caress her breast. Fifth, bla bla bla ..... It was not happening. But with a guy, there was never of a list or I can do it in the reverse order. Doing it with another man is natural to me.
Well, does it make me nurtured or nature? The society just want to dissect the issue and make you into a study. This would help them to solve the so call ill behaviour of our society. Bullshit! Why can't they just leave us fucking alone?!!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Blew my mind
I remember when I was young and love loitering around public toilets for a quicky. I'm sure so many had their own story for toilet adventures but I just thought I have to share this one.
There was this public toilet at a bus station that was cruisy and I frequent the place when I was young. There were always some horny bastards there. On that particular day, there was this ok looking middle age malay chap who tried to catch my attention. He went into the cubicle and gave me the indication to follow him in. I was so so so horny and that I did. When both of us were in the cubicle, he was already on his knees and was ready to give me a blow job. I whipped out my dick and let him have it.
WOW! Blew my mind away. Best blow I ever had. It was so good that I cum so fast. I just was so trilled until he but back his whole set of false teeth back into his month!!!!!! Oh my god! The guy was toothless ........ YUCK!
There was this public toilet at a bus station that was cruisy and I frequent the place when I was young. There were always some horny bastards there. On that particular day, there was this ok looking middle age malay chap who tried to catch my attention. He went into the cubicle and gave me the indication to follow him in. I was so so so horny and that I did. When both of us were in the cubicle, he was already on his knees and was ready to give me a blow job. I whipped out my dick and let him have it.
WOW! Blew my mind away. Best blow I ever had. It was so good that I cum so fast. I just was so trilled until he but back his whole set of false teeth back into his month!!!!!! Oh my god! The guy was toothless ........ YUCK!
Friday, March 17, 2006
I did my BEST!
I had a relationship. At the beginning of the relationship, I was a bit spectical of the relationship. Me being the older one and he being the much younger one. I knew how it was to be young and free. I had my own fair share of experiences. I just did not believed that the relationship would work. But he insisted that it was what he wanted and convinced me that he was truly in love with me. I slowly fell for it and did fall in LOVE with him. This was so so easy for both of us as both of us share so much things in commom and also not forgetting we had wonderful love-making sessions.
I was so much in LOVE with him that I decided to give him my all for the relationship. I took the risk of introducing him to my family as my boyfriend and he was accepted, eventhough with great difficulty. He was the first boyfriend that I ever declared to my whole family. I just wanted him to be part of my family.
When any occasion arised, I made sure that I gave him a gift, however big or small it is. I knew I could not just cherished him with gifts, I then decided to give him what he wanted the most, his dream. I had to halt my own dream for him and adopt his dream as my dream. It was hard for both of us as the dream involved intricate power of persuation from many parties and many months of full-time work to materialise it. We finally materialised him dream and I was so happy for him. I thought I had won him heart totally to infinity and beyond.
But as time became my witness, this was not true. Being young, he knew he had better opportunity with new encounters. He just felt he should kept his options open till the time is right. Of course, I was not happy with it. We broke off.
We still meet up occationally and because I was still very much in love with him, I asked him if there is any other improvement that I could do for him to come back to me and be faithful. He told me that he wanted a beautiful body boyfriend.
And that is was I did, a new body! My new daily routine was to making sure that I was on a very strict diet and went to the gym regularly with extensive workout to tone down and shape up, all in the name of him. I must say I did acheived my goal.
I then arranged for a date with him just to show off my new body and was hoping that he would change his mind. Before meeting him, I made sure that I dressed up to emphasise my new change. We did meet up and he did realise my new body. I asked him if he like the new me and he then told me that he did not like men who are too buff up. What the FUCK!!!!
I guess I did my best but my best was not good enough.
I was so much in LOVE with him that I decided to give him my all for the relationship. I took the risk of introducing him to my family as my boyfriend and he was accepted, eventhough with great difficulty. He was the first boyfriend that I ever declared to my whole family. I just wanted him to be part of my family.
When any occasion arised, I made sure that I gave him a gift, however big or small it is. I knew I could not just cherished him with gifts, I then decided to give him what he wanted the most, his dream. I had to halt my own dream for him and adopt his dream as my dream. It was hard for both of us as the dream involved intricate power of persuation from many parties and many months of full-time work to materialise it. We finally materialised him dream and I was so happy for him. I thought I had won him heart totally to infinity and beyond.
But as time became my witness, this was not true. Being young, he knew he had better opportunity with new encounters. He just felt he should kept his options open till the time is right. Of course, I was not happy with it. We broke off.
We still meet up occationally and because I was still very much in love with him, I asked him if there is any other improvement that I could do for him to come back to me and be faithful. He told me that he wanted a beautiful body boyfriend.
And that is was I did, a new body! My new daily routine was to making sure that I was on a very strict diet and went to the gym regularly with extensive workout to tone down and shape up, all in the name of him. I must say I did acheived my goal.
I then arranged for a date with him just to show off my new body and was hoping that he would change his mind. Before meeting him, I made sure that I dressed up to emphasise my new change. We did meet up and he did realise my new body. I asked him if he like the new me and he then told me that he did not like men who are too buff up. What the FUCK!!!!
I guess I did my best but my best was not good enough.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Valentine Day
It was all over the media. One can't ignore it even if one tried to do so. It was the St. Valentine Day itself.
So many had woo their love one on this day. Ordered roses, bought expensive chocolates, dined at fine restaurants and some proposed marriage on this romantic day. This is regardless of straight relationship or gay relationship, they all want to celebrate this V day.
But I have a funny story to tell.
I wanted to surprise my hansome potential boyfriend on this Valentine day. He is so my type and I wanted it to be perfect for him. It was planned that this is the nite I wanted to ask him formally for a long-term-relationship. I had made booking at a beautiful Italian restaurant. It was expensive but I was sure that it will worth every penny that I spent on it. I also bought red roses and a small box of expensive chocolate for him. I was so excited for the night to come.
I told him to meet at the city centre as the restaurant was walking distance from our meeting point. He knew we were on a Valentine date but he thought we were just going to have a simple dinner at the cafe around that area. When I met him, i gave him the roses and the chocolate. He was so embarassed as we were in the public. I swear his face nearly went red. Damn! That was a bad move. But he was nice enough to hide his embarassment and managed to pull a smile for me.
We then walked pass the cafes there. He asked me if we were having dinner or not, and I told him I have made a reservation at a restaurant a bit further down the road. He was OK with it. At the restaurant, we were ushed to our table. It was a none smoking table and hence it was in the centre of the restaurant. A table set for two with candle lights. A romantic setting but as we sit down we realised everyone was staring at us. Even the waiters were grinning at us. We were the only boy-date-boy in the centre of the restaurant and the other tables were all boy-date-girl. We were the centre of attention. My boy friend was so so embarassed now and he went red all the way. Damn again!
We had to finish our dinner quickly and had to leave the restaurant before dessert. We went out of the restaurant so fast that I did not managed to propose to him of the long-term-relationship with me. Damn again and again!
Man ... my romantic plan gone wrong and my wallet gone burst!
So many had woo their love one on this day. Ordered roses, bought expensive chocolates, dined at fine restaurants and some proposed marriage on this romantic day. This is regardless of straight relationship or gay relationship, they all want to celebrate this V day.
But I have a funny story to tell.
I wanted to surprise my hansome potential boyfriend on this Valentine day. He is so my type and I wanted it to be perfect for him. It was planned that this is the nite I wanted to ask him formally for a long-term-relationship. I had made booking at a beautiful Italian restaurant. It was expensive but I was sure that it will worth every penny that I spent on it. I also bought red roses and a small box of expensive chocolate for him. I was so excited for the night to come.
I told him to meet at the city centre as the restaurant was walking distance from our meeting point. He knew we were on a Valentine date but he thought we were just going to have a simple dinner at the cafe around that area. When I met him, i gave him the roses and the chocolate. He was so embarassed as we were in the public. I swear his face nearly went red. Damn! That was a bad move. But he was nice enough to hide his embarassment and managed to pull a smile for me.
We then walked pass the cafes there. He asked me if we were having dinner or not, and I told him I have made a reservation at a restaurant a bit further down the road. He was OK with it. At the restaurant, we were ushed to our table. It was a none smoking table and hence it was in the centre of the restaurant. A table set for two with candle lights. A romantic setting but as we sit down we realised everyone was staring at us. Even the waiters were grinning at us. We were the only boy-date-boy in the centre of the restaurant and the other tables were all boy-date-girl. We were the centre of attention. My boy friend was so so embarassed now and he went red all the way. Damn again!
We had to finish our dinner quickly and had to leave the restaurant before dessert. We went out of the restaurant so fast that I did not managed to propose to him of the long-term-relationship with me. Damn again and again!
Man ... my romantic plan gone wrong and my wallet gone burst!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Cruel to be kind
It is amazing how difficult it is to hook up with someone for a date. But I found it is more difficult to un-hook oneself from it. How do one tell that person that one do not want to do anything that the person any more?
He is a nice guy and all but definitely not my type! What reason do I tell him for him to stop the sms-es and calls throughout the day till wee hour of the morning? One fact for sure is that I never uttered a word on me missing him and yet he goes on and on and on and on. Damn! What I got myself into. The word sayang (darling) is forever in his sms.
Earlier before dating, I told him that I was already in a relationship and he was the few men I was seeing on the side. He was ok with it as long as he get to see me once in while. We went dating a few time and I knew it was not working. I then told him that my boyfriend found out and I need to patch the relationship. He said he understood but he said he will wait for me still. I said I will not be calling or sms him any more but he will wait. Obviously, ignoring the calls and sms-es was the best remedy. But he assumed that I was too busy with my boyfriend and he would wait FOREVER! He stills sms .... oh my gowd!
I think I have to just hurt his feeling. I have to be cruel to be kind!
He is a nice guy and all but definitely not my type! What reason do I tell him for him to stop the sms-es and calls throughout the day till wee hour of the morning? One fact for sure is that I never uttered a word on me missing him and yet he goes on and on and on and on. Damn! What I got myself into. The word sayang (darling) is forever in his sms.
Earlier before dating, I told him that I was already in a relationship and he was the few men I was seeing on the side. He was ok with it as long as he get to see me once in while. We went dating a few time and I knew it was not working. I then told him that my boyfriend found out and I need to patch the relationship. He said he understood but he said he will wait for me still. I said I will not be calling or sms him any more but he will wait. Obviously, ignoring the calls and sms-es was the best remedy. But he assumed that I was too busy with my boyfriend and he would wait FOREVER! He stills sms .... oh my gowd!
I think I have to just hurt his feeling. I have to be cruel to be kind!
Monday, February 06, 2006
Long Holiday
Malaysia and her holidays! So many of them which sometime one wonders how one works in this country. This does not stop here. Each states has also its own holidays too. Due to this, last week was where both national holidays and state holidays met. From Monday to Thursday was declared official holidays for The State of Federal Territory. Some companys decided to take the whole week off!
I am generally not affected by this holiday thingy because I work free-lance from home. Holiday or no holiday mean nothing to me but it did affect my social life for last week.
One would assumed that most of the hard working city folks would take this opportunity to go off for a holiday to some exotic place. Surprisingly, the city was still happening. I went for gatherings, luncheon, dinners, gallery opening, partys, clubbing and most importantly DATES! Yup, dates ... with 4 different guys of different background. All 4 were availables and I had to scheduled them so thightly cuz my other social activities and obligation.
A friend of mine was so happy for me. He told me that after my break-up in my recent relationship, this is what i need i.e. to be back into the game. He also reminded me that St. Valentine's Day is just round the bent and I had a wide selection to choose from. Even thought I was not a big fan of celebrating V Day but I was agreeing with him.
Planning of the week schedule was crucial for all to run smooth. First had to slot the social obligation and followed slots for my dates. Then the other small uneventful social calls.
Anyway, the chronological events of last week was as follow;
Friday 27 January 2006
5.30pm - 8.00 pm
Date with Guy A, Accountant, 28 yrs old. He came over to my house. He was so so manja (affectionate). He had to be back early cuz he was leaving for Perak the next day. Had a great time.
9.00 pm - 2.30 am
Off to my gal friends house for card games with friends who were going off for holiday abroad for the week.
Saturday 28 January 2006
11.30pm - 3.30 pm
Date with Guy B, Assist. Manager of a Restaurant, 25 yrs old. Had lunch and we went to a sauna for a quickie. The reason why I don't want him back to my place is because this guy has fallen for me so so deeply. Calling me sayang (darling) and all. Not ready for that yet. I just wanna have fun!
5.30pm - 12.30am
Squash game with my dear friend. Great game it was. We had dinner outside and came back to my place to watch Tansamerica.
Sunday 29 January 2006
1.30am - 5.00am
Out clubbing with gay friends at Musictheque. Met one cute boy and danced with him. But did not ask for his number cuz I just got enough in my plate. Leave it for now. Will bump into him again if I play my card well. Also met my ex there but we were civiled to one another. I still find my ex to be damn cute. Hugged him for a short while for all time sake.
7.00pm - 11.00pm
Date with Guy C, Hairdresser 36 yrs old. Dinner at Bangsar and went back to his place. Sex was hot! But he was working the next day so I decided to go back to my own place after. I have no intention to wake up early the next day when he goes to work.
Monday 30 January 2006
Was supposed to have a BBQ do but was so lazy to go out! Spent time with my younger brother at home. He had his girlfriend over and I had time to know her better too.
8.00pm - 2.30am
At last managed to pull myself out from the comfort of my couch for the BBQ gay do at my friend place, a penthouse right smack in heart of the city with a 360 degree view of KL. When I arrived, everyone was still there. Plenty of food and beautiful young single boys. I just socialised casually and not 'fishing' at the young boys. One showed his interest but he was still a student at a local university and I thought he was a little bit under my age requirement.
Tuesday 31 January 2006
3.30pm - 10.30pm
Date with Guy D, Air Steward 37 yrs old. The date was at a sauna and dinner after. Can't bring him home too. He was also too clinging. He sms-ed so often. He even sms-ed me from UK and China when he was on the job. I only knew him for less than a week, he had already said that me miss me so much. WOW! And he is older than me.
Wednesday 1 February 2006
10.30 am - 7.30 pm
Had to wait for my dear friend to play squash. He had a very late nite the nite before and he only turned up at 2pm. While waiting for him, I met up with my neighbour who just got back home from his birthday trip in Manila. I also wanted to get Brokeback Mountain DVD him. As we were sitting at our cafe at our apartment, my dear friend came with thousands of apologies. We played squash and went out for late lunch. Bumped into the boy I met at Musictheque the saturday before. My dear friend asked for his number and he gave it. We came back to my place to watch Brokeback Mountain. Nice movie it was and my dear friend was near to tears.
8.30 pm - 12.30 pm 2 February 2006
My darling gay indian 'sister' had a small sit-down dinner at his place. Truely an indian experience from food to company. A quiet do but fun and informative.
Thursday 3 February 2006
1.00 pm - 9.00pm
Date with Guy A again. We had lunch and came back to my place. He was so romantic and nice. Even gave me a back message. I enjoyed him so much but before he left, he dropped the bomb on me. He has already have someone in his life and it was not another man but a woman. He was married!
Friday 4 February 2006
4.00 pm - 7.00pm
Date with Guy B. Again our date in the sauna. But I was already bored with him cuz he was already making plan of seeing his parent and a 'wedding'. Ya right! had to cut short the date by having a SOS from my neighbour.
9.00pm - 11.00pm
Followed my neighbour to one of our gay doctor friends house for dinner. His mother was there and had to be polite and straight-acting.
11.30pm - 2.30pm
Originally wanted to go to Frangi, gay nite on friday nite, but my neighbour and me were not in the mood. We went out for teh tarik to Hartamas Square instead with our gay stewards friends who were not flying.
Saturday 5 February 2006
10.00pm - 11.00pm
Date with Guy C. Had breakfast with him. Can't have any decent conversation with him other then about hairstylying or men. Am bored again. After that I rush to the pharmacist for my supplements. Was suppose to met up with my ex after but he fell from his backhandspring while training and hurted his neck!
2.00pm - 4.00pm
Had lunch with my neighbour, our doctor friend and a Sabahan gay friend at Bangsar. Bumped into my old collagemate. My friends were salivating him. So funny how I never did find him sexual or attractive at all and yet all three find him so gorgeous. This ex collagemate of mine never admit that he is gay to me but I frequently bumped into him at gay venues. I think it is just an unspoken thingy for both of us.
4.00pm - 7.00pm
Had a meeting with a potential client
8.30pm - 11.30pm
Went to a exhibition opening at my friend's gallery. Had my younger brother and his girl friend with me. Meet up with my beautiful gal friend and her friends there. We all went out for coffee after. One of my ex's friend turned up and joined us but as usual he was so afriad that I out-ed him cuz we were in a straight company.
Sunday
1.30am - 5.00am
Musictheque again with friends.
7.30pm - 9.00 pm
Invited to dinner by my other gay brother and his partner. Another small sit-down dinner of 5 people. So proper one lah and so BORING!
9.00pm - 3.00 pm
Gathering at my neighbour house to watch Juara Lagu 2005, an annual local song competition. Had a drag show at the tail-end of the nite!
That was my long week. But why do I bother writing about it down. To tell u that I had a packed week?!! No. But just to tell u that I had to planned my days with the slots of DATES in between.
Next question is .... Who is Mr. Valentine? To tell u the truth, NONE! Cuz none seems to cut the grid. Everyone of my date does not excite me in totality. Just a little bit here and a little there. But never a complete picture.
A friend once forwarded me a sms,'Do not look for the perfect one but to perfect the love with the not perfect one'. Does make sense to me but I JUST CAN'T!
I am generally not affected by this holiday thingy because I work free-lance from home. Holiday or no holiday mean nothing to me but it did affect my social life for last week.
One would assumed that most of the hard working city folks would take this opportunity to go off for a holiday to some exotic place. Surprisingly, the city was still happening. I went for gatherings, luncheon, dinners, gallery opening, partys, clubbing and most importantly DATES! Yup, dates ... with 4 different guys of different background. All 4 were availables and I had to scheduled them so thightly cuz my other social activities and obligation.
A friend of mine was so happy for me. He told me that after my break-up in my recent relationship, this is what i need i.e. to be back into the game. He also reminded me that St. Valentine's Day is just round the bent and I had a wide selection to choose from. Even thought I was not a big fan of celebrating V Day but I was agreeing with him.
Planning of the week schedule was crucial for all to run smooth. First had to slot the social obligation and followed slots for my dates. Then the other small uneventful social calls.
Anyway, the chronological events of last week was as follow;
Friday 27 January 2006
5.30pm - 8.00 pm
Date with Guy A, Accountant, 28 yrs old. He came over to my house. He was so so manja (affectionate). He had to be back early cuz he was leaving for Perak the next day. Had a great time.
9.00 pm - 2.30 am
Off to my gal friends house for card games with friends who were going off for holiday abroad for the week.
Saturday 28 January 2006
11.30pm - 3.30 pm
Date with Guy B, Assist. Manager of a Restaurant, 25 yrs old. Had lunch and we went to a sauna for a quickie. The reason why I don't want him back to my place is because this guy has fallen for me so so deeply. Calling me sayang (darling) and all. Not ready for that yet. I just wanna have fun!
5.30pm - 12.30am
Squash game with my dear friend. Great game it was. We had dinner outside and came back to my place to watch Tansamerica.
Sunday 29 January 2006
1.30am - 5.00am
Out clubbing with gay friends at Musictheque. Met one cute boy and danced with him. But did not ask for his number cuz I just got enough in my plate. Leave it for now. Will bump into him again if I play my card well. Also met my ex there but we were civiled to one another. I still find my ex to be damn cute. Hugged him for a short while for all time sake.
7.00pm - 11.00pm
Date with Guy C, Hairdresser 36 yrs old. Dinner at Bangsar and went back to his place. Sex was hot! But he was working the next day so I decided to go back to my own place after. I have no intention to wake up early the next day when he goes to work.
Monday 30 January 2006
Was supposed to have a BBQ do but was so lazy to go out! Spent time with my younger brother at home. He had his girlfriend over and I had time to know her better too.
8.00pm - 2.30am
At last managed to pull myself out from the comfort of my couch for the BBQ gay do at my friend place, a penthouse right smack in heart of the city with a 360 degree view of KL. When I arrived, everyone was still there. Plenty of food and beautiful young single boys. I just socialised casually and not 'fishing' at the young boys. One showed his interest but he was still a student at a local university and I thought he was a little bit under my age requirement.
Tuesday 31 January 2006
3.30pm - 10.30pm
Date with Guy D, Air Steward 37 yrs old. The date was at a sauna and dinner after. Can't bring him home too. He was also too clinging. He sms-ed so often. He even sms-ed me from UK and China when he was on the job. I only knew him for less than a week, he had already said that me miss me so much. WOW! And he is older than me.
Wednesday 1 February 2006
10.30 am - 7.30 pm
Had to wait for my dear friend to play squash. He had a very late nite the nite before and he only turned up at 2pm. While waiting for him, I met up with my neighbour who just got back home from his birthday trip in Manila. I also wanted to get Brokeback Mountain DVD him. As we were sitting at our cafe at our apartment, my dear friend came with thousands of apologies. We played squash and went out for late lunch. Bumped into the boy I met at Musictheque the saturday before. My dear friend asked for his number and he gave it. We came back to my place to watch Brokeback Mountain. Nice movie it was and my dear friend was near to tears.
8.30 pm - 12.30 pm 2 February 2006
My darling gay indian 'sister' had a small sit-down dinner at his place. Truely an indian experience from food to company. A quiet do but fun and informative.
Thursday 3 February 2006
1.00 pm - 9.00pm
Date with Guy A again. We had lunch and came back to my place. He was so romantic and nice. Even gave me a back message. I enjoyed him so much but before he left, he dropped the bomb on me. He has already have someone in his life and it was not another man but a woman. He was married!
Friday 4 February 2006
4.00 pm - 7.00pm
Date with Guy B. Again our date in the sauna. But I was already bored with him cuz he was already making plan of seeing his parent and a 'wedding'. Ya right! had to cut short the date by having a SOS from my neighbour.
9.00pm - 11.00pm
Followed my neighbour to one of our gay doctor friends house for dinner. His mother was there and had to be polite and straight-acting.
11.30pm - 2.30pm
Originally wanted to go to Frangi, gay nite on friday nite, but my neighbour and me were not in the mood. We went out for teh tarik to Hartamas Square instead with our gay stewards friends who were not flying.
Saturday 5 February 2006
10.00pm - 11.00pm
Date with Guy C. Had breakfast with him. Can't have any decent conversation with him other then about hairstylying or men. Am bored again. After that I rush to the pharmacist for my supplements. Was suppose to met up with my ex after but he fell from his backhandspring while training and hurted his neck!
2.00pm - 4.00pm
Had lunch with my neighbour, our doctor friend and a Sabahan gay friend at Bangsar. Bumped into my old collagemate. My friends were salivating him. So funny how I never did find him sexual or attractive at all and yet all three find him so gorgeous. This ex collagemate of mine never admit that he is gay to me but I frequently bumped into him at gay venues. I think it is just an unspoken thingy for both of us.
4.00pm - 7.00pm
Had a meeting with a potential client
8.30pm - 11.30pm
Went to a exhibition opening at my friend's gallery. Had my younger brother and his girl friend with me. Meet up with my beautiful gal friend and her friends there. We all went out for coffee after. One of my ex's friend turned up and joined us but as usual he was so afriad that I out-ed him cuz we were in a straight company.
Sunday
1.30am - 5.00am
Musictheque again with friends.
7.30pm - 9.00 pm
Invited to dinner by my other gay brother and his partner. Another small sit-down dinner of 5 people. So proper one lah and so BORING!
9.00pm - 3.00 pm
Gathering at my neighbour house to watch Juara Lagu 2005, an annual local song competition. Had a drag show at the tail-end of the nite!
That was my long week. But why do I bother writing about it down. To tell u that I had a packed week?!! No. But just to tell u that I had to planned my days with the slots of DATES in between.
Next question is .... Who is Mr. Valentine? To tell u the truth, NONE! Cuz none seems to cut the grid. Everyone of my date does not excite me in totality. Just a little bit here and a little there. But never a complete picture.
A friend once forwarded me a sms,'Do not look for the perfect one but to perfect the love with the not perfect one'. Does make sense to me but I JUST CAN'T!
Friday, January 20, 2006
Birthday Bash
I had it all planned. My birthday bash was gonna be at a nice posh bar on a roof top overlooking the KL Petronas twin tower. The theme for that night was Oriental. Beautiful pizzas and finger food were ordered with free flow drinks for the nite. Invitations to my selected friends were sent out and so is to my 2 potentials. Was hoping some magic gonna happen with either of them. I was so excited. It bloody better be cuz I am spending an obese amount for the nite!
Both of the potentials know that I am interested with them but both have not said a definite a yes or a no. I hanging on a string and could not make a decision. I need either one of them to make the first move. Call me conservative, call me the typical melayu boy but that is how I was brought up. So malu one! But I am sure my chance is higher with 2 potentials right?!
The actual night came. Full moon just floating above the twin towers. Such a perfect romantic setting. Everyone arrived in Chongsam (chinese attire) and one guy friend even wore a kimono with a fan. Memoirs of Geisha inspired him. Everyone had fun as the night went by. My 2 potentials were having fun too. I tried my best to have fun but in the end, my heart just could not. Neither the 2 potentials did not make any move at all. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Both of the potentials know that I am interested with them but both have not said a definite a yes or a no. I hanging on a string and could not make a decision. I need either one of them to make the first move. Call me conservative, call me the typical melayu boy but that is how I was brought up. So malu one! But I am sure my chance is higher with 2 potentials right?!
The actual night came. Full moon just floating above the twin towers. Such a perfect romantic setting. Everyone arrived in Chongsam (chinese attire) and one guy friend even wore a kimono with a fan. Memoirs of Geisha inspired him. Everyone had fun as the night went by. My 2 potentials were having fun too. I tried my best to have fun but in the end, my heart just could not. Neither the 2 potentials did not make any move at all. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Sexually Compulsive Gay Men
A recent study by Jeffery Parsons, a New Yorker sex researcher, found there are 3 categories of sex addicts: The first group engaged in sex to alleviate negative feeling, anxiety, and stress. The second group was addicted as to the chase of actual sex - for them it was about the trill and excitement of the new catch. The third group, which he called "relationship obsessed," had sex with many men in hopes of landing Mr. Right, who would, as the fantasy goes, make everything ok.
The frustration bit of this report is that I fall into all the above categories. So how do i categorise myself?
Or probably I am in the last forgotten category i.e. A SLUT!
The frustration bit of this report is that I fall into all the above categories. So how do i categorise myself?
Or probably I am in the last forgotten category i.e. A SLUT!
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