Been lazying around, which explains why I had not log in to World Of Warcraft, and I seldom reply to comments now too (I do read them, don’t worry)

So here I am, still grumpy in the morning, after waking up with a gorgeous looking boy beside me.

I am still in the state of confusion. No thanks to the Oseltamivir. It was twice daily, for 5 days, and then the last incubation period. My sleeping time table had been screwed up. I think I am now on New Zealand time or something. I used to wake up early in the morning at 5, now I can only wake up past 7.

John’s been great. He tried to cook breakfast once and almost burn my kitchen. Well at least the guy tried, it was his very first time in the kitchen so I guess it was totally okay. He was trying to impress me when I teased him that I could cook better.

Lying on the bed trying to decide what to have for breakfast, with John soundly asleep beside me, and more and more friends that saw me online decided to chat up with me. It dragged until noon, and John went to get Starbucks and something light to bite on.

I started writing this entry at 7 in the morning, and it only ends at 1 in the afternoon.

See, now you want to spank me or not?

Nahh!

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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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