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!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
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!
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