His-story

I have known myself as being gay since I could remember. Even though I had had a period in my life where I wanted to find out if I could convert to become straight or at least bisexual but that period was long gone. What a relief! However, I do love stories about how ‘straight’ men fully embraced the vibrant life of homosexual. These are what I called the His-story. Throughout their adolescence life and even into their adult life they had known to be heterosexual and living the heterosexual life but with only one incident (probably by one blow job by some dude at some public toilet) converted him totally to become homosexual. After years’ worth of collections, I have selected these two stories which, I think are worth telling.

An officer of PDRM who is thirty something and married was sent to a course at a hotel. He was sharing room with his superior but of different division from the same branch. This superior has been nice to him before and our officer was happy to share the room with him.

On the second night, after a long day on the course, the officer was complaining that he was having a stiff neck. The superior offered him a neck rub but the officer declined because he thought that it was inappropriate to trouble a higher ranking officer.

On the third day, our officer’s stiff neck had gotten worst and he could not move his neck properly. The superior notice it and told him that he has some ointment to reduce the neck pain. He instructed our officer to lie face down. Our officer was only in his sarong and was topless then. With the superior sitting on his back rubbing his neck, our officer felt that the superior was slow getting an erection. Our officer did not want to offend his superior and said nothing but by this time the superior was already working downwards to his arse. Our officer wanted to decline but somehow he enjoyed what the superior was doing. The superior undid our officer’s sarong and the rest after that was his-story.

The other story is about a boy whose marriage was arranged. Both of the parents subsequently introduced their child to one another. The boy took an instant liking with the gal and more importantly he got along with the gal’s family. Every time before he took her out for a date, he spent a fair time chatting with her father. Her father and the boy got along famously.

After 3 months into the marriage, wifefy and his mother-in-law had to visit one of their relative in another village which, the travelling time itself took four hours. He and his father-in-law were left alone at home watching a football game. They had cans of beer and packs of tit-bits ready for the game. It was not even half time when the father-in-law was getting overly physical with him. The boy was by then too pissed that he just let his father-in-law to do so and one thing led to another ... violá another book of his-story was written. This repeated over a few more occasions before the boy felt guilty and divorced wifey. He then left for the city to become a true blue gay boy.

These two tops all the stories that I have collected on the subject because I think they are just two most unlikely stories you hear; a matured police officer who was seduced by his older superior and an arranged marriage because the father-in-law fancied him sexually. But of course, whatever his-story they have, we gay men welcome them with open legs.

Brunei Oh! Brunei

My second trip to Brunei was predictable, spending most the time eating at all different places. I had my usual kolo mee, nasi goreng corned beef and soto. However, I was adamant to find out more about the life of gay men in Brunei because on my first trip I did not. Even though I had very little time to myself, I managed to go out for a date with a charming Bruneian whom I met on G4M.

Before meeting up with my date, I have checked utopia-asia.com, my ultimate gay guide. To my surprise, Brunei was not listed in it. How possible was that!

Oh yes ... that is possible. From my date, I managed to gather that Brunei does not have any venue for recreation activity for gay men (except for a lane in ‘bandar’ where the transvestites hang out). Most of Bruneian meets other men through internet. Most of them would prefer to meet foreigner than local.

I think the two main reasons why they only want to meet foreigners are;

1. The country is too small and most of them are closeted, the risk of being ‘discovered’ is being minimised.
2. Most of the local gay men are still staying with their family. Therefore, to find a place for sex with fellow local would be a hassle. Whereas for a foreigner, he would be already be staying in a hotel.

So if you are thinking of travelling to Brunei, do inform the Bruneian well in advance on the internet. I sure you will be welcome there. Do try to bring your laptop along with you. Thank gowd to technology!

The Poem

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim,
Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Aquarian Lover

I was sitting alone at my condo’s cafe when he arrived in his tight t-shirt and short. He had the just-came-out-of-shower look and looked so damn cute. I casually said hi to him and he smiled at me. I asked him if he would like to join me at my table. He happily accepted the offer and plonked himself into the seat in front of me. As you might have guessed, I have the hot for him since the day I laid eyes on him. Even though we are neighbours, I never took the courage to really speak with him. We only managed to say hi if we bumped into one another in the cafe, convenient shop or at the pool before I went cold feet.

But today, I plucked up my courage and was determined to have a proper conversation with him. It started up quite general and it got more and more personal. I was so happy because he was so friendly and nice to chat with. Suddenly the bomb exploded in my face. He told me he was an Aquarian!

Ha ha ha ....Another Aquarian! Why god? Why does he have to be another Aquarian? There eleven more star signs and yet the one that I fancy have to be an Aquarian. Two of my ex-es were Aquarian, many of my flings were Aquarians and even my good good friend is an Aquarian! Please don’t get me wrong. I am not an Aquarian hater but I do wish I can get out of this curse of being attracted to Aquarian. Generally they are nice people but seriously, I think I have had enough of them for lover. To explain myself, I googled the internet to describe them in as a lover;

They approach love with their head, are turned on by mental stimulation, and seek to experience a mind-meld with a lover. They can be fickle, flirtatious, indecisive and double-dealing, and they prefer affairs to commitments, but they could vow loyalty if they meet a compatible communicator with a sunny disposition who's glamorous, noble and ardent.

I think the ‘... fickle, flirtatious, indecisive and double-dealing ...’ bit explains why I have problems with Aquarian lovers. Or probably I’m not glamorous, noble and ardent enough for my ex-es.

Paris, Je T'aime

This is my version of the movie Paris, Je T’aime.

Few years ago, I had a job in Paris for Tourism Malaysia for 10 days in the month of February, the end of winter and the beginning of spring. The first 3 days of the trip was so cold but after that the sun made its way and spring came.

On the last day, we had the whole day to ourselves. I decided to walk the city. This was my second trip to Paris and I wanted to see the non tourist place. I wanted to go to a park. After checking the map, the nearest park from where I was staying was a park located on the north western part of Paris.

I was so happy at the park with flowers were blooming everywhere and Daffodils were in wide range of colours. Parisians were looking so happy with their family, lovers, friends and dogs. Most of them had their picnic baskets with them and playing Frisbee, football or just reading books.

I was doing my sketching with my baguette sandwich on the side, sitting under a willow tree overlooking a family playing soccer, when someone spoke to me in French. I turned around and saw him. He had these soft beautiful blue eyes, long blonde hair and an amazing smile. With my limited French, I told him that I speak very very little French. I asked him if he speaks English and he straight away spoke English with the sexy French accent. He asked me if I was art student. I told him that it was just a hobby. He said that is a nice hobby to do on a nice day. He then introduced himself. His name was Francois a student at a local university somewhere in Paris doing a degree in writing. We then chatted about everything under the sky for more than 2 hours and both of us managed to come out to each other and also shown a keen interest in one another. He then took me for a stroll around the park.

He showed me the playground, the eateries, the lake, the lawn bowl game with old folk and we ended up at the woods part of the park. It was at the woods that he held my hand. I was shocked. I told him that it was broad day light and he was quite daring. He explained that that part of the park was a cruising area. Only then did I realise that there were other men cruising in between the trees. Cruising in the Park in the broad day light! Wow! Paris, je t’aime! We happily walked hand-in-hand while kissing each other in the wood. I invited him back to my hotel and he accepted my invitation. Back at the hotel, we made out passionately overlooking a fully pink blossom Sakura tree outside my hotel window.

My last day in Paris and it was so so sweet!

Ramadhan & Painter

It is the month of Ramadhan again, abstaining from food, water and SEX!


I woke up I the morning with my dick fully erected. I had not been having sex for quite awhile. It was so hard that is was actually rather painful in a way. I was tossing and turning in my bed trying to not thinking about fucking or being fucked but nothing helped.


I suddenly realized that a soft squeaking noise on my window. I turned and realized that someone was cleaning the window. The whole condo was getting a fresh coat of paint and there were painters on metal crane painting and cleaning the exterior walls of my condo. They finished painting the wall and they were cleaning the windows. The painter was at my bedroom window and he was looking at me. I was initially embarrassed and tried to cover my self. The painter seemed to be zooming at my crouch area. I played with myself a bit under the sheet and he smiled. I was not so sure if he was really interested in what I wanted him to be interested in. He was quite cute, dark skin but with a pleasant white teeth smile. Anyway, I was so damn horny! I got up from my bed and was walking to the toilet with my hard on when I saw him licking his lips. I then smiled at him. He looked like as if he wanted to come through the window and give it to me.


Suddenly, I heard another voice calling for him and he shouted back at the person. He gave me another big smile, turned around and climbed down the crane.


Shit! I was slutting with a bloody building painter. Thank god it is the fasting month, if not I would have pulled him in and fucked him real good. But where did that leave me? I was horny the whole bloody day on the holy month of Ramadhan. I had to wait for the sun to set before I could do anything ….

Blanket to a Child

Have you ever played with your blanket when you were a child? That was the question that I asked my friends over a dinner party and I got many different answers. A few answered, 'Superman!'. Another answered, 'Zorro!'. 'Made a tent out of it', was also one of the them. I also had, 'mom don't let us play with our blanket.' Poor souls.


They asked me the same question. My answer was ....
'Similar to Superman but instead the blanket goes under my armpit and tied at the back of my neck. Viola! It was wrap around sarong ..... I was in drag.'


My other PLU friends got excited with my answer and told us that when he was a child, he had his blanket made into a tunic fit of an Egyptian queen based on a TV series super heroin in the the early 80's, The Mighty Isis! He even had his younger brothers to become his slaves to complete his play fantasy.


Amazingly, with just a piece of material you would be able to tell the child's potential sexual orientation.