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.
Monday, June 26, 2006
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!
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