The second coming

Sitting by the balcony, sipping on the ice cooled coffee listening to the beats of DJ Fuze on Hitz I began pondering about the events that happened.

“Dear, I just reached Subang Jaya station. You can come pick me up now.”

It was a call from Jack, a boy that I had met on the Internet a few days ago. Jack is a sweet looking boy, staying not too far away from me and we both liked each other. The way he talk, the way he looked like and the way he dressed up. The call had woke me up from my sleep; I quickly dressed up, and head over to the station.

It was almost raining when I was out from the house on the way to pick Jack up. I was worried that I might not like Jack because pictures can tell lies, sometimes. I reached the station and I could not find him, he was at the inside of the station. I saw him walking towards me after I make a call to him and found him. He looked different from the picture that I saw, like I said, picture tell lies sometimes.

We went straight back home. I stripped him off his cloths, and he lied down on the bed.

I rubbed myself with a layer of lubricant, and entered him. It was easy, it was smooth. He gave a slight moan.

It wasn’t right. The feeling of penetrating Jack feels exactly like how it felt when I make love with The Boy. How could it be? It has been such a long time, I could have just forgotten how it feels like already. How long had we not had anything? Two years perhaps?

I was already exhausted, and it gotten more when we finish our first session. Jack lie on my chest, and both of us fell asleep.

I felt something on my nose. It was Jack playing with my nose, and it woke me up. Both of us were stalk naked as how we were first born. He put his head on my chest, with his tongue sticking out licking my nipple. I stroked his hair in approval. He went down south, licking my cock head slowly, and then the whole shaft. He then changed position, lifting my legs up for better access to my testicles, and my love tunnel.

It was early in the morning and I got really horny. I met this guy online who was coming down to KL from Genting. He was on his way to Uniten, but would not mind stopping by my house.

I directed him to my house.

I did not like him the moment I started to talk with him. He is asking too many questions.

I lie down on the bed waiting to be sucked and penetrated. Yes, I was horny, but I wasn’t up for fucking someone, I wanted to be fucked. He first started by working on my nipples, it excites me every time. He work himself to my cock, and then I got him a condom. He got a small cock, but just right perhaps for the amount of time that my love tunnel spent unexplored.

It was painful, not because of the sheer size, but rather the friction from the latex. I pulled his cock out wanting to pull off the condom. He complained that he have not cum yet. I was a little annoyed, and I kept quiet. I smeared a little more lubricant and pulled him closer to me, it was heavenly and he let out a really loud moan, and comment.

He was bad in bed, really bad. I changed position, and told him that I want to fuck him instead. I gloved up myself and penetrated him ignoring his complaints. When I was gloving up myself, he asked me to use back the condom that I threw on the floor. I guess his misinformed brains did not register when they teach them condoms are single use only.

I lube him up again after I gloved him. He penetrated me easier this time. Rocking back and forth, he came; in five minutes.

Before he left, he asked me to call him whenever I need a fuck. I guess this would be the first and the last time I will see him. My ass is still sore though.

Licking my sore ass from the morning encounter, it was rather soothing. Then I remembered I had not clean up after the morning encounter, I quickly pulled Jack up kissing him on his lips.

We fucked again, and then cleaned up ourself and head out meeting my friends for dinner.

Thomas called me up for a drink. I went over to where he was after I picked up another friend. I needed to talk to Thomas to update our little business adventure that we had.

“This is Jack, my boy friend.”

My friends were surprised. To most of them, me and Thomas having this thing together. Thomas is straight, and will be straight; but things happens sometimes, and we are sort of officially seeing each other.

We went drinking, dinner and walking around. It was soon midnight.

Jack was exhausted from the outing. He collapsed immediately after his shower, and I lie down beside him hugging him from the back. He turned around giving me a kiss on the cheek. We were both naked on the bed, Jack went straight to my cock, and shove the whole shaft to his mouth, and begin working it.

“Fuck me again, dear.”

He commanded.

I lube myself up, and this time, I took the ride slowly. I wanted to have that same feeling again, that I was making love with The Boy. It felt that way, all the way for the whole 2 hours.

I could not sleep, the thoughts of having Jack as the ‘replacement’ does not seem right. Even though the feeling of us making love seems to be so intense, but that feeling of love isn’t there, at least not yet.

I would love to have a boy to myself, to pamper and to be pampered. To have something to talk to, to have something to bully and the most important, to have someone to love. Is this all ever possible? Will I ever get over it? No one knows.

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24 Responses to The second coming

  1. happygolucky1 August 11, 2009 at 2:59 pm #

    hmm for me, it is definitely possible to move on, just that u have to meet the right one, and also your own will power. wish you all the best 🙂

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:28 am #


      I believe my will power is there. Sometimes even if there is a will, there isn’t a way.

  2. Lyon August 14, 2009 at 11:30 pm #

    You will find someone better, just don’t force it. And once you find that person, you’ll slowly forget your past and not hurt anymore. Trust me, and believe in yourself.

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:28 am #


      I do believe in myself. But it is something else that is really bothering me.

  3. William August 16, 2009 at 3:17 pm #

    It’s like grasping at straws I guess. Something unique. Something lost. Time to find the new feeling.

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:29 am #


      A new feeling that is taking me a very long time to discover, actually.

  4. Ryuusei August 20, 2009 at 10:11 am #

    Hello there, Its a matter of time and I blieve you will find the true person for you… You can get the special someone…

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:29 am #


      I will, in time, hopefully.

  5. Shahnon August 21, 2009 at 1:38 am #

    Heys, include some pictures from your DSLR into your posts again. You had some good pictures before, adds flavour to the text. =)

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:29 am #


      I will, don’t worry.

  6. shakeyshik August 21, 2009 at 11:18 am #

    wow…your blog is awesome! Ha..

  7. Shyboy August 22, 2009 at 6:13 pm #

    Hi, I have read through many of ur interesting post… and i feel u are quite a brave boy… I like this type of boy.. hehe… to be honest, i’m a person who like gay but not so sure whether i’m a gay or not… erm, can we be frd? I’m glad to have u as my frd… hehe.

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:31 am #


      Yes we can be friends.

  8. fufu August 26, 2009 at 7:27 pm #

    well… you cant get the exact feeling unless it’s him… memory is always the sweetest thing to reminiscence

    • Cedric Ang September 1, 2009 at 7:31 am #


      Sometimes, this memory is making me cry.

  9. aaron September 16, 2009 at 11:05 pm #

    love the personal stuff on your blog. am new in KL. fridae profile appended. let me know if you’re keen to get more personal 🙂

  10. justin October 19, 2009 at 2:35 pm #

    i enjoyed readin your blog. its different from others. well finding the same feeling isn’t easy. well everyone had different personalities. well i’ll that its better to move on

  11. Straight Dave November 27, 2009 at 2:41 am #


    • Cedric Ang November 29, 2009 at 4:39 pm #

      @Straight Dave,

      Thank you, coward.

  12. Jonathan Leong December 11, 2009 at 11:52 pm #

    I’m feeling the same way as you .Love and Sex is not the same .What i want is Love but all i get is Sex .Boyfrend and Sexmate is diffrent .I always wanted a brother .

    • Cedric Ang December 16, 2009 at 3:58 am #

      @Jonathan Leong,

      Sex, love depending on how you draw the line. Some people look at someone’s picture, thought that they fall in love, but apparently that picture was taken 10-15 years ago. Love then becomes sex, or worst, hate.

      Classic case.

      So, what is love? What is sex? Is love always come before sex, or sex comes after love?

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