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.

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!

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!!!!!!!

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!

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

• Matured
• Stable income
• Worldly and exposed
• Supportive emotionally
• Independent

>>Cons

• Fat & Ugly
• Less sexual desire
• Less athletic
• Not much fun
• Stubborn
• Require lots of personal space

YOUNGER LOVER
>>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!

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?!!

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!