I first met him during one of those stint that I had him over at my place.

“Hey, are you free tonight? I am horny. I want your cock inside me.”

It was a late message from Andrew that I receive that night. It was almost 2 am on a work day morning.

To get to Andrew’s place would require about 30 minutes of travelling time. Andrew had a room mate in that night, and could not accommodate me. After a few messages exchanged, we decided to try something a little wild, by doing it at the apartment’s stairs.

I was a little sleepy, but I agreed to that.

I was outside of his apartment building when I received a message from Andrew.

“Come to the back, take the first stairs on the right and come to the second floor. Get into the 2nd door on your left,” says the message.

I thought it was weird that he did not meet me by the entrance, but I went ahead. The second door leads to the utility room. The door opened with a squeak when I pushed.

It was dark inside with a few lights from the electrical panels but it wasn’t enough to illuminate the room.

“Come in,” says a voice from inside the room.

I closed the door behind me, my eyes are still trying to adjust to the darkness in the room. I felt Andrew’s hand on my waist,  his hands on my pants’ buckle and in a very swift movement, my pants came down to my knees.

I felt his hand moving towards the family jewel, and then the feeling of a wet warm mouth surrounding the now half hard dick. I could feel his warm breath around my pubic region, as he struggle to put my while dick inside his mouth.

He move upwards towards my nipple, lifting my shirt up and nibble both of my nipples.

He continued on my nipple for a while, and then I can feel him kissing his way down. He pushed me towards the wall, and started working on my member again.

I felt his hand holding on my dick, and was guiding it towards something. He was trying to put my member inside him. It felt like I was at the opening of his love tunnel, and then suddenly he squeeze himself towards me, with my back to the wall. Pushing my full length inside him.

I hold him by his waist. He had froze himself in that position, perhaps because of the sheer pleasure, or something else.

I felt him pushing himself towards me, sinking my member deeper inside him. Then he pulled himself out. He continue with another set of maneuver with his hand, and this time it went in a little smoother. Both of my hands still holding on his waist, this time I gave him a gentle thrust. His butt cheek slapped on my hip gentle with a soft slapping sound.

We got more exciting with the slapping sound. We thrust each other harder and faster. It sounded more intense than the first, and getting louder.

I pushed Andrew to the wall in front of us; the wall behind me is hitting me whenever I try to do a longer thrust with Andrew. It was annoying knowing that I can’t pull out too much.

We continue our love making, sex loving position for at long as I could remember. The butt cheek and hips slapping sounds got even more violent that it could rival the sound of the thunder.

“I’m cumming.”

“Me too. Shoot yours inside, deep deep.”

“Okay, cumming.”

We both let out our orgasm moan in unison.

We both got dressed, and I left his apartment after that.

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It was the ultimate fantasy that I have. A sleep over, and then I put my dick into him when he is asleep.

It happened that night. We were rolling on the bed, then he felt asleep.  He was naked, with his bubble butt exposed to the chill air in the room. 

Earlier, he had told me that he is horny and he wants to see how my manhood looks like. I told him I wasn’t prepared to let anyone look at it if I am not going to put it into someone; it wasn’t a zoo. He forcefully took off my pants, and put that flaccid thing into his mouth. Almost immediately, that monster sprang into live, enjoying that warm and wet mouth of his.

He was pretty good of a sucker, I must say. With his tongue swirling on the mushroom head, it was orgasm by itself.

It was almost 5 in the morning. I could not sleep, still working on the proposal that I am supposed to send over to a potential client.

I look over towards the bed, his butt cheeks were exposed.

I put my Macbook Pro to sleep, stack the papers and kept my stationeries and climb into bed. Andrew startled a little but it was all good.

I lie on top of him, aiming right in between the butt crack.

Andrew let out a grunt. He woke up after that, grumpy but gave that permission for me to continue my intrusions. It took me a while to get the full length in.

“So you like fucking dead fish, ya?” Andrew commented.

It wasn’t just that. Perhaps it was the habit, but sex to me was never anything more than the feeling of shooting the wet cum all over. Even more true with it is inside someone, where cleaning will not be a chore after.

I shot my load inside Andrew. Lie down on him and we both felt sleep. I still can feel his throbbing hole slowly forcing my dick out of his hole.

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Especially the ones busy with human traffic, it gets even kinkier; the fear of being caught with your pants down (literally).

I met Melvin at Pavilion the last time when I was back in KL; I do not like the malls in KL especially Pavilion Kuala Lumpur. Too many flamboyant boys, not that I do not enjoy the view, but these boys tend to be the sissy type, and those that are not the sissy type would be those that I have fucked before.

So me and Melvin planned for a meet up at Pavilion. Just walking around, looking at those rare species of boys. It wasn’t a weekend but the human traffic was abundance. We got bored looking at those tiny butts swinging around and decided to walk around looking for some designer goods instead.

After an hour of shopping, we decided to ease ourself at the nearby lavatory.

The one that we entered seem to be at a very deserted area of the mall. Melvin pulled me into one of the cubicle and we saw this.

 It was disgusting, none the less. We signaled to ourself to move to another cubicle.

It was a better one, still the stench of urine coming in, but it was bearable. I took a mint that I had in my pocket while Melvin busy with the buckle of my jeans; He dived right in.

It was quite a good suck, he wanted me to fuck him but I wanted him to suck me longer. His tongue was twirling around the throbbing rod concentrating on the red head. His right hand cuddles the ball sack while his right holds me from behind, urging me to push myself forward.

Both my hands were busy playing with his silky smooth hair, holding his head while I gently push myself towards his opening mouth. It felt like I was rubbing myself on his teeth but his quick maneuver avoiding that harsh contact made it a really pleasurable encounter.

As we got even hornier, Melvin positioned himself  so that his back faces me, with a clear passage to his ‘opening’. I spit some saliva into my hand and rubbed it onto myself and then positioned it right at the entrance. I gave it a gentle push.

Melvin hold me by the back with both of his hands, in a bending position, he pulled me closer to him. In a jiffy, my full length was inside him.

 I started the in out movement. He wasn’t too tight, just nice to fit the prick. In fact, I think he could have had another humping session earlier as it was very smooth and slippery inside his hole.

I didn’t bother. All that slipperiness only translates to one thing; I can fuck him faster, and deeper without worrying of it being too dry.

 For a solid 20 minutes, I was pushing it in, deeper and faster, and deeper and faster.

I unloaded myself into him. I can feel that 5 days’ worth of juice flowing through my piss hole into his love tunnel. He let out a little moan, uncontrollably. I continue fucking him for a bit more. With more liquid between us, it felt even better. After a good 15 minutes, I shot my load again.

It was good. He offered me some wet tissue to wipe off the excess juice that flowed out after I pulled out my tool. He wanted to give it a suck but I refuse. It got a bit too sensitive for that.

We exited the cubicle to find two gay boys looking at us while we exit. They grinned sheepishly.

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This guy has been missing from my MSN for months. The last time we had a decent conversation we actually planned a meet up soon ever since he had moved nearer to my place.  It did not turned out well due the the time conflicts and all. On this one fine night when I was preparing to bed, I saw this familiar name on my MSN signing in.

“Hey, have not seen you for a very long time, how are you?” I messaged him.

“Have been busy, how are you? Free now?”

That was how it started. I went over to his place to pick him up to my place.

He started by putting his arm around my waist. Kissing my cheek and the moved on to my ears.

“Miss you so much,” he whispered to me.

Without wasting time, he pushed me to the bed, and put his hand into my pants, fonding my member. At a very fast pace, he took my underwear off, and helped himself with my cock.

He turned me over, and shoved his big fat cock into me.

“Ahh,” I let out a long moan.

It was something that I wasn’t able to take, not at that very moment. I pushed him away. It was painful, my butt cramped a bit with disapproval.

“Sorry, was too excited.”

“Try again.”

He did, and this time at a more gentle pace.

The session lasted for two hours of pure humping. Him on me. I was satisfied. Hee.

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If you remember the last time I talked about The Boy was when I sent him a birthday message that eventually undelivered. Just a few weeks back, I saw him working in a boutique down town. I was not sure how should I be responding to such emotion, that I was trying really hard to avoid a face to face encounter. Partially it was because our break-up was not a pleasant one.

I met up with a friend that I got to know from Facebook. It took more than the usual hi-bye and the longer than usual nigh chats. He was in an area so secluded that he insist that I should have a GPS unit in order to find him. Eventually with my good sense of direction, I managed to get to his place.

In the car, it was that eerie silent. I don’t remember having something that I met for the first time that I could strike up a conversation with. Except for Frankie when I met up with him at his place at some secluded kampung after Ipoh.

The silent was killing me, I was hoping that 30 minute journey back to my place would end fast.

30 minutes later, I gave him a light kiss on his cheek. Directing him to get comfortable on the bed. We hugged and kissed, I took off his pants and gave his 6 incher some good work.

It was his first time, being a passive it was also his first time getting a blow job, which I found out later.

He’s got a nice and firm bottom, a very smooth skin. It was also his first time getting penetrated and we took our time trying to get him comfortable. I managed to get into his tight opening, but he was getting a little uncomfortable. Instead, I turned him around, and let his hard member rub on my hole.

He wasn’t that big, getting in was a tab easier and he did not feel much. I guess I was too loose *grin*

He fucked me, changed two position cause he didn’t like the first way of putting his dick inside me. He shot his cum inside me.

“So now you know why the top usually don’t help the bottom to get off after they finish, this is why.”

Sheepishly, he hugged me and licked my nipple while giving it a good nibble.

Our conversation ended that way, back in Facebook. It continue for a day, and then just died. Is it me or people just doesn’t talk to me anymore after sex?

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It was basically a plan for us to meet up, a friend of mine from Facebook whom I was very fond of. I am not sure how to explain in this situation given that situation is faced by anyone else.

Heck, I could not have imagined the situation myself.

It was a Monday morning, boy came over to my place. He drove.

Struggling between his part time job at this apparel store, assignments with his college and other friends, he promised to come over for sex. Not because he was horny, but rather because he was so into something that I could offer, he is willing to exchange it with lust.

Not too tall, just as how I would imagined him to be. I stroked his hair, kissing him on the forehead, sniffing his freshly shampooed hair. I whispered to his ears, “are you ready?”

Boy nodded.

From his eyes, I could see what he is far away from ready; he was nervous. Not only that, he also told me that this would be his second encounter.

I met the boy over Twitter, that new micro-blogging thing that is going on right now. Our conversation were held mainly in private as he was a very closeted boy himself. We had agreed on meeting up as soon as I am back in Kuala Lumpur.

It was still early in the morning when the plane entered Kuala Lumpur’s airspace. The city greeted the sunrise with it’s unwelcoming face. Grey sky covered with smog; tall and short buildings from old to modern look; and roads flooded with all kinds of vehicles and pedestrians. Arriving at the arrival hall, there were people everywhere. All passengers impatiently raced to get off the long 16-hour flight. I got into the waiting car outside of the arrival hall.

As the driver speeds through the morning rush hour traffic, I sent out a tweet to my Twitter friend that I was supposed to meet up that morning. I arrived back home 30 minutes later.

“Take off your shirt, lets get comfortable.” I said to him while looking through his eyes. He turned to his back shyly exchanging glances while he was at it. I lowered down the tempreture of the air-con as I want it to be slightly over the comfortable chill. Exchanging body heat would then seem to be a fantastic idea. I gave the boy a peck on his cheek, and guided him over to my bed.

Lying down half naked, I rub his already erected nipples. He gave out a soft moan. Continue with kisses on his soft lips, and touching his his smooth body I slipped my hand into his underwear.

He pushed me to the other side of the bed, climbing on top of me taking my shirt off. Then my pants.

He started licking my ears down to my neck, working his way slowly towards my nipple.

His crotch was against mine, and mine against his rubbing each other. His hand slowly move down, while his lips were still locked on mine.

FUCK!

The alarm rang, and I woke up.

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It was one of those nights that I was craving to get someone to top me. Boy friend is a bottom, so getting that accomplished would be a rather hard thing to do.

So I turned to Facebook, managed to get a few potentials and a few phone numbers. As I was having dinner with boy friend, one of the random numbers replied to my plea for sex.

He was nearby the place where me and boy friend had decided for dinner. He was just after work, and gave me some directions to his place. I had not had my GPS unit that day, but it wasn’t that hard to look for it. The boy was very well in giving directions, and that was quite a turn on for me.

The story started when he added me on Facebook 3 days ago. It was just a casual conversation that turned out to be something steamy. We exchanged phone numbers, and continue our conversation via text messaging.

It was that time when I just got my supply of Poppers that this boy text me and asked if I would want to meet up.

You see, after that Popper incident, I was sort of hooked to the pleasure that such sex drugs could give me. I know I wasn’t addicted because I could just let it go if I want to.

So it was a three person thing. There is my boy friend, and there is this boy who was eager to meet up, in fact, so eager that I was a little reluctant. Of course, the boy friend do not know I was meeting up with someone else. It would be hell break loose if he knew.

So after sending the boy friend back, I hurried myself to the nearby petrol station to clean myself up. As the meeting place was just nearby, it was not practical enough to get back home, and come back out again.

The boy sent me an intimidating message “If you could find my place, we will play. Else, just forget about it.”

Having a GPS like sense of direction like mine, it wasn’t too hard to look for his place. I got there without 15 minutes, and waited for him in the car.

He hopped in, looking at him in the car, he look very decent, and totally my type. I looked at him for a bit, admiring his boyish looks just before he caught my glimpse. The picture of himself on Facebook does not give him enough credit. He had looked much more better in person than in picture, the first thought that ran into my mind. Perhaps I had accidentally thinking out loud, I actually said “Wow, such an adorable boy,” before you looked at me in a weird way, before smiling away.

My plan was to bring him to this secluded place that I know that I used to bring other boys over. It was almost about a year or so I had not been to that place. I wasn’t still sure that if my pass card would have worked.

On the way, we exchange small talks. He was shy and would not talk that much. I was just driving along the road, and trying to imagine the things that we are going to do, sort of like a mental preparation for myself.

I could not have imagined that I took this long to draft out a post, this post was created on the 13th of April, and look at the publish date

As we arrived at the destination, I started touching him, and he has already got a hard on build up inside his pants. Without hesitation, I took his pants off and took his whole boy meat into my mouth. I did earlier asked him to send me a picture of his boy mean on MMS, that time, it wasn’t as enticing as what I was tasting on.

I think he was enjoying it. With the moan, and the body gestures. He asked me if I wanted him to suck me off, I decline, saying that cute boys like him should be served.

The dogs in the neighborhood was barking furiously. Afraid of the consequences, we dressed up and tries to think of an alternative to finish off our lust. With the effect of the Poppers still in effect, we drove by to the nearest Mc Donalds’ and try to reason ourself with alternative options.

I went in and got myself a cup of orange juice, and the boy a cup of soft drink.

While at the counter, it popped in my head.

“Hey, want to try something more fun?”

The boy took the pill off my hand and swallowed it together with a few gulp of the soft drink that I got him. After a while, he was getting horny; as per advertised.

We dropped by to my place, since it was late at night, sneaking the boy in was not a problem.

The started the whole thing again. This time, the boy was comfortably lying down on my bed, while I comfortably strip down myself, and start working on that boy meat of his.

I have to cut the story short before procrastination strikes again, but you all know how it goes

It was a fun 3 hours trip. More fun for him because his trip could have last longer. It was because that he needed to get up early for work, that he had to go. I grin at him silly looking at him walking around my room with his boner, still wanting for more action.

It was a fun night, and as exhausting as shagging with 10 person. Well, as advertised.

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It was very first time trying out something like this.

It was an invitation from a friend to try out Isobutyl nitrite, a relaxing drug that relaxes the muscles.

Upon reaching my friend’s place, I was presented a small brown vial with a bright yellow and red label. On the label it says RUSH.

My friend handled me the small vial, I did not know what to do with it so he showed it to me. Just a simple sniff.

Sniff Sniff

It hit on my head immediately. The sense of euphoria, the sense of wanting sex so much. For the very first time, my horniness was fueled by a colorless pungent smelling liquid. Some form of liquid incense, as the label said.

I lied down on the mattress, still trying to decipher what is going on. I started touching my friend on his thigh, he took off his pants.

Quite amazingly, I immediately dived down towards the general area of his love tool and started to give it a clean up job. Somewhat how the crime scene cleaners would clean up a crime scene, only this one, would need a more thorough job.

For the very first time, I was sucking a late 20s guy none stop for almost an hour. The hunger for that love stick is just too great.

He stroke my hair.

“You want to fuck now?”

I nodded.

His full 6 inch went in without any problem. I have not got it from the rear for some time, but I guess it must be the chemicals that is doing it’s miracles. It felt heavenly that I did not want him to stop pumping.

The session lasted for almost an hour. For his size, I thought it was going to be impossible for penetration as I will squirm and scream from the pain of the foreign object. It wasn’t.

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I woke up earlier this morning, John is still sleeping, and I did not want to wake him up.

Previously before we went to bed, I had moved the bacon that I had bought a couple of days ago to the fridge. I took it out from the fridge, and it is all defrosted now.

I was frying the bacon on my frying pan, and another with the eggs. I had planned to make some bacon and egg toast, and some hard boiled egg stuffs with blue cheese, bacon, and some herbs as appetizer.

While I was cooking, a pair of hands gently hugging me from behind; John had been awaken by the aroma of the bacon. He greeted me with his sleepy face, so cute.

He helped with the toast, and boiled the eggs for me to prepare for the appetizer. I on the other hand, prepared the stuffing for the eggs. It was stuffs with some ready made bacon, some herbs, and blue cheese.

We had our shower together after we had cooked and prepared everything. It was fun ‘soaping’ each other and we spent quite some time in the showers. okay, my jacuzzi bath tub

Once we had finished with our showers, we sat down in the living room enjoying our breakfast, and watching Gossip Girl that I had previously downloaded. John had not been watching Gossip Girls, but he seem to be interested now after I had shown him the episodes. We hugged, and exchanged kisses once a while.

The night did not end after we went to bed.

During the night, I felt lonely and I needed a hug. Thinking that John is asleep, I turned over and hugged him.

He kissed my hand instead.

I whispered, “John, you awake ?” and he replied.

By that time, both of our bodies are already touching each other. John’a butt was already rubbing on my hard cock.

John turned over, and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Cedric, you horny?”

I kept quiet.

“I think you are horny, otherwise you would not get hard like you are now”

I turned over to the other side, feeling embarrassed. John turned me over, and slipped his hand down my underwear. He was stroking my cock with his baby soft hand. He pulled down my boxer briefs, and went all south and gave me a good blow.

He asked, “Feeling better now?”

I nodded. He climbed on top of me, kissing me on the lips, and down to my neck. My hip unwillingly thrusting upwards, and little Cedric trying real hard to penetrate John’s thin brief’s material. John grinned sheepishly, and knew how he could ‘service’ me. He took off his briefs, revealing a nicely curved 6 incher. Not too hairy, but just the nice amount of bush that I like.

John took the tube of KY that I had on my nightstand. I must have forgotten to keep it in the drawer, and John saw it.

He smeared some on his love tunnel, and a little more on me. He aimed himself, while I was still lying on the bed.

He let out a loud moan, and took all my length in. It was the first time that I had inserted someone fully, at the first try. It was pure euphoric for me.

John made me came three times that night. Once in his mouth. We could have done it the forth time, but both of us were too tired to continue. We called it a night.

While I was sleeping, John took a picture of me. We were both naked still.

“I can’t let this sight go. I simply can’t resist and since I do not have my camera, I used yours.” John claimed when I confronted him this morning.

Finishing the episodes of Gossip Girl together with our breakfast, John packed and I sent him back to Brooklyn.

We stopped by the local wet market to do some shopping, and John took a lot of pictures of me doing the shopping. We reached Brooklyn around noon, and promised that we will chat again at night.

I drove around town, thinking of what had happened at night. Should I have let John know that the reason why we fucked because in the night, he looks like The Boy? I felt sorry and embarrassed that I did what I did. Had my feelings for The Boy finally faded to a mere memory? Had I really fallen in love with John, and it wasn’t because of how he reminded me of The Boy?

I was stopped by the traffic police because I had not stop on a stop sign. Driving in New York is very different than driving in Malaysia where drivers in Malaysia ignores the “Berhenti” signs. I was let go with a warning by the kind officer.

I reached home around noon, store the groceries and fell asleep on the bed that John and I had made love in. I can still smell John’s sweet scene on my bed sheets. Yes, I am starting to miss him already.

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John, were sitting beside me when we were at the orientation hall. While I was chatting on MSN, I saw from the corner of my eyes that John was peeping.

Well, without bad intention actually; he was curious how did I signed on to MSN, while the varsity’s firewall had blocked almost three quarter of the World Wide Web.

It almost the perfect excuse to know each other. Well at least it wasn’t the usual “Hi I am John, nice to meet you” silent type of conversation.

John was pretty impressed of the pictures that I have taken around the varsity. John was looking at the pictures that I had taken, and he whispered to me. “You are using a Nikon, aren’t you? I can see it from the colors of you pictures.”

It was that that got us bitching about how Canon could not represents the colors properly, and such and how Nikon stands on more in terms of colors representation. It was that this little thing that got us closer, and talking like we have known each other for ages.

John was the talkative one, and without me realizing it, I started chatting with him quite openly as well.

We spend our lunch time at the varsity’s cafeteria, and then we went over to central park. Time flies when you are spending it together, and it was evening when we realized it. When we went back to the varsity to grab our stuffs, the view of the sunset is so nice that I could not resist to take a picture of it.

I invited John over to my place, and I cooked him a meal while he was looking at pictures that I had on my Adobe Lightroom. He liked a lot of them, and asked me to teach him how to take those pictures. We sip on our wine on my balcony, and starting chatting again.

Munching on the fresh cherries that I bought, we talked about our live stories. John was born in Ipoh back in Malaysia, and has been staying in Singapore since. It was quite an interesting story of himself. We had fun feeding each other of course, with the occasion glance stealing. It was fun, and the conversation was good. Couple with the wine, just make the whole thing much more easier.

As the weather got cold, we went back in to the loft. I set up the fireplace, and we had a game of chess. I am not sure if John was really that bad player, or he just want to let the younger boy win. I had won so many times that if we had bet to take off a piece of clothing for every game he lose, I would have stripped him past 5 minutes of each game.

John saw my guitar lying around near to my bed. Yes, besides taking pictures, I pay the guitar as well. John was playing a few of my favorite tunes. His singing along with the guitar was fantastic, I swear that I paid my attention to his voice and his beautiful face. it got late that night, we put everything aside. It was too late for John to go back to Brooklyn as well, I could have sent him back, but I suggested that he could stay over for the night.

Sporting with a white brief boxer, John tug himself in beside me on the bed. It was fairly cold that night (I purposely turned down the heater) and I hugged John.

The night ended quite well, but I will save the details for later. Till then.

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