As sacred as the Nantaimori, I thought the gay clubbing scene in Tokyo would be as well. I must say, I was totally overwhelmed with the experience.

It started out with this guy asking me if I was interested to join him in the club. We had both exchanged eye contacts when we were both at the local Starbucks getting our daily doses of caffeine.

I was a little sceptical about the whole experience at first. I mean, the conservative Japanese crowd? Loud dance music? Not really my kind of music but I would not mind paying 200 yen for a glass of beer. I went on ahead and met up with my new found friend.

The smell of alcohol filled my nostrils when I entered the club. It seems like alcohol is not only dirt cheap, it comes free on the house if you are willing to strip down to your underwears. Well, I found that out later, much much more later.

I had thought myself never to accept drinks from strangers in a club. Just for the night, I had broken my own rules. Perhaps, but it seems like these Japanese guys are just too much of an effort to be turned down, however.

So there I was, sipping drinks and sharing with a few hot Japanese. They were talking with me in a foreign language that I don’t understand, and then this young Japanese guy approached me and say, “I think they want you on the bar.”

There I was, with the crowd cheering asking me to strip. Which I did.

Dancing to the euphoric music, and a couple of beers later, and the night was too hot for me, even though it was almost 10 degrees outside.

My night ended at Kanata’s place at around 3 am in the morning. I was too intoxicated to tell him where I am living, so he brought be back instead.

Kanata is 19 and he stays alone in a very well Japanese decorated single room apartment not far from where the club was. As I lay myself on the tatami, while Kanata freshen himself up. Still overwhelmed by the ‘clubbing’ experience, I wandered myself into dreamland.

I felt a warm body beside me, I startled.

Kanata had taken off my cloths, leaving me with only my boxers. The room did not feel cold maybe because I have got Kanata’s body heat, and from the central heating. I turned and gave Kanata a slightly tight hug.

Perhaps at that moment, I was lonely, and I felt that I need some love. I don’t know why but I launched myself forward towards Kanata, and gave him a slightly sloppy kiss on his lips.

Needless to say, Kanata was surprised by my sudden move but it did not take long for him to give me a kiss back.

I looked at Kanata’s angel eyes, still hugging each other, I could feel Kanata’s warm hand inside my boxers, looking its way the the family jewel.

Perhaps it was my eyes that told Kanata that I wasn’t ready, or perhaps it was my ‘inaction’ that told him I wasn’t up for it, Kanata took off his hands, and gave me a long passionate kiss.

We both hugged, and kiss and fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

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It worked up pretty okay at first. I went over to Harry’s place to pick his sleepy ass up, then went over to David’s to pick him up. We wanted to head over to my place because it was a little too early to do the shopping that Harry wanted to do. Everything seems to be in place, Harry and David both in my room. Harry messaged me on MSN (we were just sitting side by side). He would not want David to know what is going on. David is smart, I guess. He was curious that why we were both talking on MSN instead. I guess, his defensive mode came on.

I told Harry on MSN that I would get out of my room for him to get closer with David.

Which Harry did.

I guess David had suspected something amiss. Not only did he not falling for the bait, he turn on his defensive mode.

Our plan seems to fail. I wasn’t ready to give up yet. I started to hug Harry, kissing him. Harry wasn’t too comfortable because was just beside us. I continue kissing and playing with Harry, partially because miss Harry, and partially I wanted David to join the fun.

Then, Harry gave up, David wasn’t going to get the hard on, despite our flirting effort, the bundle of porn, and the dirty talks.

Harry sent David off. It was our time now. I started kissing Harry, Harry kissed back. He seems to love the teasing of tongue on his nipple. I moved down further to work on his already hard cock.

I continue with my finger down to his love channel, smearing it with enough lubricant and ensure that it wasn’t too wet.

I sucked Harry good, he was moaning. I wasn’t sure if Harry purposely does so to arouse David who is outside of the room, but I did open the door so that some sexy moaning noise could be leaked out.

I turned Harry over, he wasn’t sure to letting me fuck. I tried convincing him that I would go slowly.

We both loved the companionship. Harry seems to be a bit regretful of what had happen, but I guess that is what happen when friends have sex, some people just could not get over it!

I miss Harry .. gosh!

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I love cold countries, perhaps that is why I have decided to stop by Alaska during my 5 months long holiday adventure.

From day one when I arrived at Alaska, I enjoyed it all the way until the end of the trip. Dad was nice to have booked a snow sledge with huskies pulling it. The huskies are so beautiful, their eyes are glowing in the hue of blues. For a moment there, I forgot the reason why I have left Malaysia for such a long period, and went for a holiday.

The adventure did not stop there.

I had arranged for a porter to climb with me to one of the glaciers. It is not that I am lazy and living that luxurious life that I would want people to carry my bags for me, but if you were in the glaciers, you really have to be prepared. In fact, I think that I had not bring enough food!

The porter that I had hired was not available last minute when I wanted him. He sent his younger brother instead. I was a little skeptical when the porter came to speak to me. I can’t see his face properly, he was was covered up and only exposing the bright blue eyes of his. He sounds like someone whose age not older than me by a decade. How much experience could a young porter like him has? I was skeptical, indeed.

I pack up a few gears, totally forgot that I would be hiking on ice and show. I naively packed my non-water proved warm weather shoes. After I took the picture, only I realized that it would not work. I switched a pair with sole covers, and water proved pants too.

Armed with a pair of water proof shoes, couple with the shoe spikes, I was ready to walk the icy mountains. Not before I arm the shoes with the spikes to enable us to walk on ice.

While the porter were preparing his gears, I noticed his shoes were covered with screws. I guess, it was great for tractions.

Back to the porter.

I did not realized that he is about the same age as me, not before he started to talk to me. He sounded young, like very young.

It was during one of the pit stop that we had on our rest that he took off the scarfs that was hiding his face. Revealing underneath the scarfs was a pair of shinny blue eyes, and a flawless complexion. Immediately I felt that I have known him for the longest time. His name is Michael.

We rested and build our tent at base camp. It was already noon and it would be suicidal if we continue our journey as there will be no spots for us to build our tent before the night falls.

There wasn’t many group of people at base camp. We build our tent almost by the edge of the spot where we had more privacy than the ‘hot spots’.

The night was extremely cold. It was so cold that I had to put on extra jacket. Middle of the night, Michael turned over and hugged me. I hugged back, and I could feel his body warmth compliment with mine. His breath was blowing towards my face. Under the dim moon light that managed to penetrate over the tent, I could see his moist lips, waiting for me to kiss it. We slept throughout the night without any incident.

It was 5 am. I woke up with my hand on the boy’s crotch. I did not know how it got there, but we were sleeping in the same sleeping bag. I or he must have snuggle in for the warmth.

My watch said it was 6am, but I always manage to mess up my alarm clock. I freaked out because I really thought it was 6 am, checked the other clock, and it says 5 am.

Went out to wash up. Michael had already got up, making coffee and getting ready for the hike.

It was still dark. The snow is 5000 feet right now, in case you are curious.

The base camp seems to came alive again. People are starting to get ready and getting to get to the top.

We pack up and got ready ourself. I helped Michael to break camp, and we started the hike up. We took a different route where Michael claimed that it is more scenic than the others. He did say it was more tougher, which I agree that we can try.

As we walk on the ice and snow, I still can see the stars twinkling high above. It was clear sky, even before the sun peeked through the mountains. We reached one of the scenic spot where I got this picture. It was fantastic, just me and Michael, alone and surrounded by nature.

Throughout the week, me and Michael shared a lot of our life stories. I found out that Michael just broke up with his boy friend, and that I looked a little like him. I told him about mine, and we instantly became good buddies. He would also story about horny Americans asking him to jerk off for them and such, of course, the innocent Michael did not do it. He did hinted to me that he would not mind jerking me off.

One of the nights, where the weather was a little warmer than usual, we strip off our pants, in the tent, and both of us had the best orgasm ever.

Nuff said, here are some pictures.

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Skating rink, I love them, I hate them.

It was one of those days when I was at Pyramid Ice. I captured this picture with my iPhone, and thought the guy was pretty good looking.

I don’t know, but I have been always in the liking for someone that is younger than me. My friends say that I like them you, I guess.

I had always loved the skating rink. It was my second time on the rink, I think. It looked so easy when you see people young and old gliding on the ice gracefully. My first time, it was slippery, nevermind that. The grooves that those people make on the ice, felt right to my legs. Why can’t people build softer skating shoes? Perhaps that way, I don’t feel the grooves on the ice?

It was a weird feeling, a feeling that I did not remember from my first time skating at Pyramid Ice.

I still remember the first time, after so many times of persuading that the boy need to do, that I went over to the rink, with him and another friend. The boy gave the excuse that we can finally hold hands in public, which is a very much given excuse, ever since my fondness of public display of affection.

After that much persuasion I finally gave in, and with another friend, we went to the skating rink.

The stinky shoes, the chill from the ice, the soggy gloves.

I finally did it. I was on the ice. The boy hold me by my hand, slowly dragging me. I tried to slide on the ice myself, and to no avail, I felt like my world been shaking too much, I can’t stand still on my feet.

There it was, the fall. Right smack center of that 2 butt cheeks. I felt the ice cracking until the skin of my pants, I really did.

I sat there on the ice, unspoken. Still traumatized from the fall. The fear that I feared the most.

It was those feeling where you wanted to shout out loud, but there’s something that is blocking your vocal cords. It was the same feeling that I had last time, when I fell down from the bicycle on the way to school.

I do admire people that can skate very well. I admire that they do not have the phobia of falling down like I did. I know damn well that, without this falling sensation, I too can be very good at it. I love the carefree movements, I love the speed and I love the sensation of wind rubbing against the hair.

Of course, the boy picked me up after that. He was worried. He kept on asking me if I was alright, but I can’t answer him. Just kept on nodding to him, and he then took me the the bench.

He hold me tight, worried about what had happened. I can see it from his eyes that he had regret dragging me to the skating rink despite my protest. I wish I could tell him it was alright, and that I do not blame him.

We hugged, for once at the bench at the skating rink compound, in the public eyes, we hugged.

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I would want to blame it on the different time zones, they call it jet lagged. Yes, I have been living on a jet setter’s lifestyle since late November. It was fun, to be able to travel all around, meeting different people before I start myself in Uni in May.

But that is not the point, the point is, I wanted to stay away from my home in Kuala Lumpur. I had wanted to do this for a very long time, trying to see if I could forget the boy. The truth is, I can’t. On the boy’s birthday last year, while I was in Brazil, I gave the boy a call to wish him a happy birthday. I mean, it would only be appropriate if I do that, at least, I thought it that way.

Not only was I wrong about the whole thing, I still ended up crying at night, hugging a pillow, that I was well aware that it would not hug me back.

It was Chinese New Year. I remembered last year’s pretty well. I was in hometown, and could not let myself not missing the boy. We practically texted each other the whole day. I had to run around the house because the house was surrounded by hills, and Maxis coverage wasn’t that great, then I found the perfect spot, the store room.

Sweating and sneezing, I embraced myself, just for the sake of not wanting to miss his text messages. Silly, I know. That’s what we all do for love, no?

Deep inside, back to reality, I thought I could forget him if I leave my room, leave everything behind and move somewhere else. I could not move to Singapore because that was our initial plan. We both continue our studies in Singapore.

Singapore will bring back the memories, I would definitely sure about it. Then, during my vacation, I cried, and cried again, hugging the cold hotel pillows, streak of tears just fall down to my cheek, and to the bed.

I could not help it, they say I was being foolish for falling in love to a person that do not love me. Deep inside, I still believe that there is love, deep inside, I still believe that it was me that had caused the breakup, and it was be that had put our relationship into that fine thin line.

I could have salvage it, I just know I could.

It has been almost 9 months since we break up, and I am still here, hugging my pillow tight, hoping that it was the boy that I was hugging.

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A light kiss to my ears, whispering to me that he loves me really melts my heart. I mean, who doesn’t?

I like a good hug, but a good hug can turn into a tragedy if you whisper the wrong things. Like, “baby, I think I want to fuck you tonight.”

My relationship with my boy friend is getting stronger and stronger. I don’t know about you but we are making love every now and then. He is having his SPM now so we seldom meet up, but there are once that he was free and he sneaked out from that pile of books and came over to my place for a hot nice and lovely session.

I like hugging him, more than shoving my cock into him. I mean, it is not wrong to shove a cock into your boy friend, but you just have to do it correctly and nicely. He is after all your lover, and not just someone with an asshole for you to fuck and cum.

I agree, I fuck a lot sometimes. Just that night itself, we had made love twice in a row. Then there was the morning where we had sex before I send him back. It was fun, we loved it; most importantly he loves it. I mean, what’s wrong with sex anyways? Why people thinks that it is dirty and filthy? It’s good making love, especially if it was someone you all so love so much!

I can say I am truely in love, for a nice and articulate guy like him, I think he is special, he makes me think that he is special, he makes me feel that he is special, he is afterall, special!

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