Well, it was just this afternoon that someone sent me a message. I only remember him as one of my god brother’s boy friend. The other day, I saw them together in The Curve when I was with L. Well I did not recognize John’s boy friend, but his name is Vincent.

Now, I did not know that both of them were together, but when Vincent spoke about my ex boy friend, like how my ex boy friend had used me to satisfy his financial needs, it occurs to me who Vincent was.

Vincent is my ex boy friend’s pet brother. Vincent once came out with me before, when he is just a young kid. This was at least a few years back, when I am still being that fooling person who do not mind spending some extra money on someone. Vincent had wanted me to buy him a really expensive handphone, I promised him that I would, in exchange for something that he could provide me, sex.

I know Vincent as a money boy ever since my ex boy friend introduced him to me. The way he talk, the way he asked about things. I knew from the looks what is Vincent eeking for. The promise of what I can give wasn’t so much of a promise because I know Vincent would not dare to give in to me. It was more of a benchmark on how far the boy would go.

The whole gay circle just appear to me again; as much as I do not want to think about it, as much as I want to avoid it, but I just cant.

Which explains why I refuse to enter La Queen. Partially because I used to be this high profile big spender kind of person. People approach me because I am willing to part with the hard earn money for that little excitement. It makes other people think that I need to pay in order to get sex, really ?

The conversation with Vincent wasn’t that decent. He started to call me names, started to harass me with words that I could not bear. Not because I had called him names of had slept with him, but more like I have slept with John. In fact, I have prove that I had.

John is a nice guy overall, I had him in my arms couple of years back, just me and him. We had our chats, we watch movies together, we just enjoy being with each other.

He had asked me to give him a good love making session. It all started hot and saucy. It ended in a very nice and sweet way, and I can still almost remember how John smell like. Then, someone else came along. John said I wasn’t the best person for him, being the age gap. I agreed. I moved on, so did he.

Ever after the whole Edison, Kelvin, Shinya episodes, I had stayed away from getting too close with people. People that I sleep with tonight, might be friends of the people that I have slept with last week, or last month. Bad words travel faster than the good ones, but I do enjoy the words out there that says I’m a very good fucker.

Maybe I should just screw the whole gay circle thing, and start sleeping around.

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I have gotten a many emails, disapproving my ‘act’ of posting nudes of guys that I have photographed. Mind you that these are not considered pornographic in the international law, and moreover I am totally compliant of my Terms Of Service with my provider (they allow adult materials).

Despite the fact that many people thinks that I am gay, I might as well just admit it here; I am not.

You see, I have this thing for the female human species as well, it is just that it do not ‘come out’ that often, and when it does, I sometimes could not contain it myself. So to speak, I preferred a relationship with a guy than anything else. Perhaps that is what makes people have the perception that I am gay.

So back to the ‘thinking part’. I have been thinking of making the blog a little more friendly to the eyes of Malaysians as I have noticed that most of the readers are coming from Malaysia. Being conservative as it is, I think people will shout foul the moment they see a cock. Which I am quite sure, because it was an issue back then when the ‘Sarung something girl’ showed a little of her boobs, and it got full media attention.

I would not mind the 5 minute of fame, but then again, some part of me is still not comfortable. I mean, it would really feel weird when I walk on the street, and some people are staring at me, as though I am some fuck machine waiting to screw any hole that I see on the street. Well, it just will not work that way, I too have a set of ‘quality control’.

As I slowly pen down this entry, many thoughts have been running in my head, trying to escape from my skull into the world, however these thoughts are just random and they do not make much sense if I were to pen them all down one by one.

For sure, I would love to entertain my ‘other’ readers about my sexual life (it’s interesting, I promise) but I would love to keep the readers that are more conservative.

So instead of offending both parties, I would still post interesting bits and pieces of my sexual life, and yet try to remain as eye pleasing as possible.

Well, that is what I came up for now. Until I get something better, this is how I will write.

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