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 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 morning in Japan when you can hear birds chirping. The morning sun peeked from the curtain, and shine in to Kanata’s room.

Before I continue, let me warn you that this post is going to be ‘expressed’; I will not be checking on my spellings, and I would not be bothered if I am grammatically right. At such ungodly hours, this is the best that I can do (and probably laughing at myself later)

I could feel Kanata’s breath landing on my face in the early spring morning. I looked at Kanata’s closed eyes, I put out an arm, and tried to hold him closer to me.

Kanata startled a little, but he snugged in towards me. I hugged him tighter.

I could felt a warm hand touching me. I must have dozed off. Kanata is now half awake, kissing me on the lips, and hugging me. I put my hand on his head, stroking his soft hair, also as a gesture to let him know that I am awake, and approved the pleasures that he is giving me.

I pushed his head gently towards my nipple. His soft lips touched my nipples, and his tongue gently worked on it. I let out a soft moan when he bite my nipple between his lips and his teeth.

It was when I felt my cock being sucked, that I realized that I had dozed off again. His suck was powerful, and yet gentle. I could feel his soft wet lips brushing against the skin, all over my shaft, and back up again.

He reached out for the bottle of lubricant that was conveniently beside where we were. He smeared a little on his finger, and aimed his finger to my anal opening. Almost without warning, he shoved his finger into me, and I let out a cry. It was painful, yet nice.

Kanata was worried that he might have hurt me. I did not say anything. A couple of minutes later, I guided his hand in, and he started to suck me and fingering me at the same time.

I got even hornier, and that finger isn’t enough for me. I asked Kanata to fuck me.

Obligating, he lubricated himself, put up my legs and aimed to the love tunnel. He slide in quite hard, and my body tensed up from the sudden intrusion. Kanata got nervous and wanted to pull out, I stopped him just in time.

It was after a while more that I relax. I pulled Kanata nearer to me, planting more of his 6 incher cock inside me. I pulled Kanata closer towards me, kissing his lips. His thrust became more rapid, and more violent each time. It was about 40 minutes we were in that position, and I wanted him to change to another. I broke the kiss and at the same time I felt his body tensed up. In no time, I felt my love tunnel being filled with his cock juice. It was too late.

I continue kissing him, stroking his back. While his cock is still inside me, throbbing and hard, I asked if he would want another round. He nodded.

Laying him on his back, I worked on his nipple, gently to his cock.

Kanata has got this nice body shape. Not too skinny, but sports a visible 6 packs. Isn’t too buff, but you can see signs and labours of working out. I stopped and licked his abs.

I got him to kneel in front of me, with his throbbing member, I kneel in front of him, back facing him.

This time, I guided his cock in me.

He started with a slow but firm thrust. It felt like we are lovers making love instead of having sex. The slow rhythm of love making, wanted to feel every inch of your partner, which is exactly what is going on in my mind.

His thrust was powerful and deep. Every successful thrust of his sends jolts of excitement up my spine. I felt my cock wet, and involuntarily, I came.

I came 7 or 8 times that session. It was the first time that I had had such great orgasm. I was embarrased by the mess I left behind, and Kanata probably saw that in my eyes. In return, he bend down, and licked my cum from the tatami, while looking sheepishly towards me into my eyes.

We both kissed, and clean ourself up.

They say, it is always the good bye that is hard. When Kanata sent me back to my hotel, I felt that burden to say good bye to him. I did gave him my number, and contact so that he could add me up if he gets online. He nodded.

Our language is our only barrier. I found out that it was Kanata’s first time that morning when he fucked me. It was great, even for a first timer. I guess, Japanese porn do have its benefits, sometimes.

A busy body friend of mine asked, when I relate the story to him, whether did Kanata fucked me with piak piak piak sound. I guess, it’s up to you to imagine.

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It has been three days since I have heard from Harry. The last time I talked with him was when he was on his way back to his hometown (school holidays and all) and he finally had time to get online. He did not mention anything much, and I thought everything is fine.

On Tuesday, Harry finally replied to my numerous messages that I have sent. He said that he was busy with school and such, thats why he had been ‘away’ for the weekend. His text messages were slow, and very unusual.

The then reveal that he was also busy, and wanted to be alone with his boy friend.

I was surprised.

To further my already surprised state of mine, Harry told me that he want to cut contacts with me because he do not feel good about us being friends.

I am not sure what had triggered Harry, but he sent me a text message saying “Point is, let’s just cut contact with each other. All d best. Bye”

I called Harry on his mobile. No answer. I tried again and Harry answered.

I was trying to find out was it because of the sex that we had that he wanted to this. Not forgetting that the boy done this to me before, and I was then not sure what I should be doing.

Harry’s boy friend was beside him, and snatch the phone from Harry.

“I know who are you. You don’t disturb my boyfriend, I know all about you Cedric. CedricAng.com isn’t it? I know”

I wasn’t surprised. To know something that is publicly known, and the person thinks he knows me. For all he knows, he probably knows jackshit, and tries to brainwash Harry into thinking that I am a bad person. I don’t care.

I continue talking with Harry, still reluctant with his decisions, he wanted it to end that way.

I guess, I have to respect him, for one, because I treat him as a friend, and secondly I really do not want him to feel uncomfortable because of what had happen.

It was my mistake. I should not have done that without thinking about the repercussion of the things that might happen because sex is involved.

Yes, the sex session was pleasant, but I think after that, I could sense that Harry regret the decision. Back then, I did not think much about it.

Harry said in a text message “I just don’t feel nice. That’s it. Besides my bf doesn’t want me to befriend any gay friends.”

We had plan to have a eat in lunch at my place and I will be cooking. I know that Harry likes carbonara, and I had bought everything.

I guess, sometimes we could not understand how a human being would thing. Perhaps we should not try to predict the future too much, because everything that you do now, always and will influence the outcome in the future.

Just like me and Harry, just because both of us were horny at that time, we fucked.

The consequences is that I have lost a great buddy, a good friend. If I was given the choice to take back what I have done, I would have done so.

I do not know Harry that well for that long period of time. The truth is, I like Harry a lot, not sexually, but personally as a friend, and a good buddy.

I guess, this teaches us a lesson, to always keep our dick in our pants.

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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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That was what he told me when I first showed him the boy’s picture over the Internet. I had slowly gotten over the whole break-up thing, but I wasn’t still sure that I have put the boy aside, and continue with what is going on what is in front of me.

I supposed I cannot forget the fact that I can easily fall in love, even back in my heart, I still think about the boy, all the time.

It was a guy that I have known for a very long time, residing in the state of Johore. We had not spoken for a very long time, until some form of incident that bought us together. We got pretty close chatting online recently and had decided to meet up.

“Hey, lets go for a movie or something, we can go after school, if that is alright with you. How about Time Square, it’s convenient for both of us, right?”

Indeed, we met up that day, and my heart melted looking at the charming boy standing in front of me. It was that time that David sent him a sms, saying that he would be coming over to KL. David, the name reminds me of something, someone that I had really adore and cared for back in the days. David oh David.

Harry gave David my mobile so that David could contact me to arrange a meet up when he gets to KL.

Harry came over to my house that day.

“Hey, your ex seriously looks like David. Seriously!”

Harry was commenting about the pictures that I had sitting on my desk, the pictures that I always stared at mesmerized about the boy; the pictures that I often look at, and then say hi to Mr Tears. The pictures that will always remind me of the sweet memories between me and the boy, our love, our passion, and hatred.

At some point of time, I fell in love with David already. Without looking at his pictures, without knowing much about him.

At the same time, I felt disgusted.

The mixed feelings were actually in fact that David is a sexually deprived person. Now, perhaps that wasn’t a bad thing for me, because as horny as a boy can be, the better for the relationship because sex is going to be abundant and if not, fulfilling. I wasn’t sure but I guess I wasn’t ready to accept the fact that David might have been ‘fucking’ around, I mean, what else can a hormone charged teenager do, in a small town in Johore, if not looking for sex all the time, everywhere?

Harry told me that he did it with David before. Twice or thrice, but that wasn’t the point. The point is that David just want it in, with pleasure. I guess, like they say, sex is always fun, and fulfilling if you are going to have it with someone that you like, or cared about. By the way, perhaps it was one of the times where I fell in love with Harry even more.

Something went wrong in our exchange of text messages. David suddenly told me that he would not want to continue to talk to me. I did in fact told David that I dislike certain things that most gay people do, the ‘height & weight’ interrogation. He got so pissed off perhaps with my bad choice of words, he scolded me, and called me crazy.

There and then, my heart felt like sinking to the depths of Titanic. It hit the ocean floor so hard, waves and waves of tears came attacking that already gloomy night as aftershocks.

I text Harry, I said, never had I felt so in love with someone that I have not met, someone that I might not want to fuck, and someone that is as charming as David.

I don’t know at which point, but Harry asked me to let it go, perhaps try it another time, perhaps never.

My heart still imprisoned in the bottom of the cold dark ocean.

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It was love at first sight, for me and the boy. We were officially dating since day one when we met, and I could easily say that we seems like have know each other since our past life. The boy was perfect, articulate, charming, and the sex was amazing.

Late one night, I popped my fantasies to the boy. I had always wanted to have a threesome sex.

Perhaps it is a couple’s way to spice up the love life.

I thought it would be hot to see someone else sucking off the boy. I could not bear to see the boy being fucked by another person.

The boy kind of accepted the idea of a threesome, we did not really went try get it sorted, but rather, shove it up the shelf for that time being.

One day, I involved myself ‘guest starring’ in a threesome.

It was then that I realized that threesome might not be my thing. You see, which I like the guy that I was fucking, when he got fucked by another person, it felt weird. I was looking at him straight being humped by another person, strong and hard, right up in the ass, doggy style.

I tried to make it erotic, and start to jerk myself. I can’t.

Somewhat, that feeling irks me out.

Everywhere we go, we see things in three. Tall, grande, venti. Low fat, non fat, and full cream. Can we really live with threesome in our relationship?

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I used to buy a lot of condoms.

No, I do not use them. Well, maybe once or twice, but very seldom.

Condoms to me are never a mix. I dislike the smell, I dislike the ‘action’ of having to take off the condom after a good fuck. Most people would want to just rest after a good 3 hours of bedding session, I would appreciate that too.

Of late, I have been watching way too many series that somewhat has the element of HIV/AIDS. It all started when I was going through the HIV test with the boy. My results was okay, but the counseling was the one that killed me that day.

I am wondering, why the sudden surge of HIV related lines or scripts in the movies nowadays. Perhaps it was the choice of series that I am watching? For Queer As Folk, I could understand, it is a homosexual related drama series; Having HIV/AIDS lines in the script is pretty normal (and it still freaks me out). Nip/Tuck on the other hand, shows more on plastic surgery, the boobs and the occasionally gay acts. Perhaps that is how HIV/AIDS come in view, because of the generous sex scenes?

Speaking of which, I think I am going to be addicted to plastic surgery.

Damn I hate these series sometimes.

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HIV and AIDS has been in the world for almost 2 decades, coming to three. Yet, many people are still unaware, or just plain ignorant.

A boy once told me, HIV virus was formed when there by two individual’s sperm mixed together. That is how HIV exist, and not the mutation of other harmless virus.

HIV, it is a very important keyword in the GLTB world, and yet it is also a taboo subject. When I watch Queer as Folk to pass on time, HIV has been mention so many times, that it freaks me out.

One thing for sure, is that like in the series, many people thinks that HIV equals to AIDS, it is not.

The only safe sex to have is not to have sex at all, not even that urge to suck a nice 6 inch cock. No, never.

Why not? Condom will eventually fail. Ultra thin Durex condoms are not meant for the rougher anal passage. Moreover, some ultra thin Durex users often combine their sexual fantasies with poppers, which makes their sessions last longer.

What if the condom breaks? Will that matter? It is almost as you are not using one.

Are you wearing the right sized condoms? Too tight will tear the condom apart, too loose and it will slip off. God did not make our cocks the same size, neither did Durex made their condoms. So choose wisely.

I remembered one of the sexcapade when I was in my younger days. We used a condom, I fucked him. However, lubricant wasn’t a luxury, and the lubricant that we used, was from the condom itself.

Half way through the session, the condom broke.

I did not know what to do, I continue fucking him and I came. I could see the fear in his eyes, I was still being ignorant that he might transfer some STI to me.

A decade later, I checked out fine. No STD, no HIV, nothing, ziltch.

But that did not stop me from unsafe sex.

The fear of HIV is lurking inside me recently, perhaps due to ‘Queer As Folk’ I am not sure.

Then, yesterday’s nightmare was mind opening. Imagine those leeches that bites on to you, and never let go until they are full. Imagine these leeches are about the size of a python. Imagine each of my testicles were bitten by one of these python sized leeches that would not let it go until they have sucked the cum out of me. Imagine some friend of mine who were so willing to help, they pulled the python together with my sizeable testicles.

Fable Frog said I was sexually deprived.

Perhaps I was.

Should I rubber up this time? Maybe I’ll just make love with my right hand, it’s guaranteed to be safe this way.

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