Indulging myself with the cake that David had bought me, it sent me into deep thoughts again.

I do wonder somethings, why can’t we as human being be nicer to each other, and everyone is happy. Instead, we choose to have our selfless thoughts, putting our differences in front of us all the time, and often us that as an excuse to take grudge against one another.

Without a doubt the outing with David was a good one.

Pavilion was the place we visited. David wanted to get himself a short pants, and we went all over Pavilion scouting for one. We both agree that our taste in men are separated by the space the separates the heaven and earth. It was just way too much difference.

I would going out with a young guy, somewhere between the age of 18 to 22. Doesn’t have to be perfect looking, decent personality and a nice smile would be a plus. David on the other hand, prefer the more hunky mature type of guy, ranging between the age of late 20s to early 30s. Of just maybe, it is a good thing.

At Philosophy Men, we saw this really nice pair of trousers. We went in to the store also to check out the two hot guys there. Well he the older one, and me the younger one.

It was also the first time where David stripped himself in front of me, revealing that sexy brief of his, and in black. Sporting a good set of abdominal muscles, I can see why Harry was so fond of David as well. Although it was just a ‘sneak preview’ I had always imagined how David would be like from all the teasing that I give him all the time. Some people are just born with a good set of abdominal muscles, I supposed.

We spent more time walking around Pavilion. I think nothing had changed much since the last time I set my foot to Pavilion. Same old people, same old this, some old that. Perhaps the additional stalls and coffee house, but I think nothing has changed.

Perhaps one of the reasons that I refuse to get myself into Pavilion is because me and the boy used to go there almost every alternate week. Besides Midvalley, we had wandered all around KL, helping the peons polishing the floors of the malls with our brand new Nike’s and Adidas’.

I remembered telling the boy one that that I would give him a thousand ringgit spending money. He was stressed out, and I thought perhaps some retail therapy was best for him.

While penning down this entry, I cried again. Thoughts were lost because there are just too many of them to be put into words and writings.

Whilst I miss the boy a lot, while many had happen after the year that we broke up, I do not think I would wish that we both get together again. I do hope that we can remain as friends, taking care of each other. At least, perhaps, some people are much more happier than me right now.

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On the other hand, I have also noticed a slight increase of readers to my blog, and this is not from the search engine. While I am not sure what is going on, I hope the new readers would enjoy reading, and perhaps more comments. (It is weird that I have only 0.1% of my readers commenting) This was back a couple of years ago.

As a growing boy, I had never had the problem of generating my own ‘hard-on’. Most of my childhood sexcapedes involves friends, and more friends. I was starting to get interested with boys at a very young age, but it was more of a curiosity, than anything sexual.

I guess my first masturbation was around the age 11 when I started playing with myself. Of course, dry spell occurred until the age of 13 or 14, when I jerked in front of my friend in the school toilet, and with surprised. I cummed on his school pants grin

During my school days, I’ve been exposed to a lot of porn, needless to say, I wasn’t quite interested because of the sheer bluntness of the shows. I was more interested with the more artistic side of the movie.

Most of my encounters are always the ‘ad-hoc’ type. Which pretty much means we go out, get horny, and fuck. No time for condoms, sometimes no time for proper lubricant as well.

Many other times, these people that I went out with are either curious about being gay, or just plain straight. Most of the time, me being the culprit, giving them the hard-on.

Or well, at least my story always ends with two satisfied youngsters right?

So what about the boy that needs porn? Perhaps another day, I will tell you the story.

edit For the sake of whoring for comments, let me know which story do you want me to write first
1. The boy that needs porn
2. The boy that I cummed on his school pants
3. The boy that we first had our oral stimulation
4. The boy that was penetrated

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One of the most enjoyable trip with Bong and Melvin is the people watching. Bong refered that as his new hobby.

That’s right, we went to Melaka together, the place there the Dutch get hunted, and the Malays gets fucked and became the Baba and the Nyonya.

We had an agenda, to sight see, and to sight see. That’s right, food wasn’t in the main agenda, but one must eat in order to process the juicy details of the boy that you see on the street, right?

Taking time off from the relationship, I guess I pretty much needed the ‘holiday’. Short and easy trip, but it was fun filled one.

I will let the two gentlemen to talk about the trip. I will concentrate on the boys instead. hur hur hur

So, the morning started without much of a sight. They parked their car at Mahkota Parade and went over to some delirious food court for their brunch. I as sure hungry as hell. I mean, I thought it was a food trip, eat and more eat and eat more.

No, so anyways. Spotted a few cuties. Too bad that 2 were just a burden and if not I would have just went over and try to get some action.

Then I saw this sweet young thing walking past us. I especially like the one in blue.

Then of course, how can we deny the sweet smile of a young boy?

We walked around. Walked a lot. They guys were taking pictures of everything, I was eyeing for any pretty boys in sight.

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