Firstly, it was Harry.

If you had read the previous few entries, you would read that problem had started after Harry and me got together in a position that we should have never imagine any of us to be, even as buddies.

That day, before us parting, we were at this restaurant, and were commenting on how the Italian food there could have tasted better. I wasn’t sure why, but I had suggested that I cook and let Harry and David try if my cooking were better. Of course, things did not went as we planned, as Harry had ignored me for the weekend.

I had tried to put the things behind, and tried to concentrate with the cooking. I had failed.

First, the spaghetti turned out too hard because I had missed about 5 minutes on it. The carbonara turned out too bland because I had forgotten to add in the salt.

Presentation wise, I guess it was okay. Besides the set back, David who I had brought to my house said that it was normal. It would be nicer if the spaghetti was a little softer. I guess.

David stayed over at my place because he had wanted to use the computer. He wanted to search for a part time job for the school holidays, and I thought I could use the company. Time to time, we would have small talks, and time to time, Harry would be mentioned. David told me that sometimes it is best to let things go away, what isn’t yours eventually will not be yours no matter how tight you grab it. I wish I could, but I just can’t

Even that short moment of time that I had with Harry had already given me such impact, now it is almost unimaginably hard for me to let go of the boy, for that period much more longer.

Over the few days, I kept on thinking of Harry.

I ended up cooking the same thing again.

and again

and again

I have finally ran out of creme, and spaghetti. I am not too sure if I will go back and get more, but I guess, I will let my tummy rest for the time being.

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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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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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It was supposed to be a one on one sex. The boy got shy and anxious, he brought along his gay friend.

Adrian was this boy that I have met from the net. In the picture, he looked amazing. Nice skin tone, nicely trimmed hair and boyish voice that could send any gay men that fantasize young boys to the moon, and back again.

Adrian’s friend was a little bigger build. Not too indecent for my liking, or should I just say, neutral. However, my main focus on that night, was Adrian.

I dared myself to take off my pants in front of the two boys. Adrian sucked me with his soft lips. How can you not like it when a young adorable give you that heads up on that very occasion, right? The friend was just sitting there, watching. While I can’t read people’s mind, I do think that he got all excited, and wanted to join in as well.

I told him to strip, he did in lighting speed. Such enthusiasm only give more encouragement for something fun and kinky to happen, I believe many would agree with me.

The friend started off by sucking on Adrian’s 5 inch cock. Adrian’s soft moan vibrates my cock, sending the sheer pleasure of both the vibrator and a warm wet mouth to my central nervous system. Perhaps the friend had wanted to give me that head as well, he sort of push Adrian away, and start licking me up. From my cock head, to my testicles, and down to my anal opening. It felt so heavenly, that I just lie down on the carpet not moving.

Adrian on the other hand, switched his attention to my nipples. Maybe he can read my mind, but I do like my nipple being nibble. He did just that.

As Adrian lick and nibble on my nipple, the friend continue to work on my hard member. Then, almost in unison, both of them changed position, and now Adrian is directly on top of me, with my hard member aligned right in front of the door to heavenly pleasure. Almost without warning, Adrian lowered himself, and forcefully push my cock into his ass. He let out a cry, but I was wondering, was that a cry of pleasure, or a cry of of pain or perhaps a mixture of both?

The ‘sit’ from Adrian took me by surprise. I would have imagine how painful was it to take someone in the ass without proper lubrication, and the proper ‘speed’. Thanks to the friend’s generous amount of saliva, it felt really good, although we have totally disregard about the need for the latex protection.

Adrian lifted himself up, not too much until my cock separate from the love hole. He managed to position himself in such a way, that I am able to penetrate him from top to bottom. Probably no words could describe that kind of feeling that I had at that time.

The friend on the other hand, positioned himself between us, sucking on Adrian’s cock. At the same time, I was feeling jealous of Adrian. He was having the double pleasure that he could possibly get.

Adrian got tired of fucking me from the sitting position. He wanted to switch. We had no bed in the office, and Adrian had an abrasion on his knees from motorcycle fall. The friend offered me to fuck him instead.

I fucked, I humped him as slow as I can and enjoy the every bit of that muscle hugging my cock. My nipple is once again being nibbled. The sheer pleasure of having stimulation on two separate area.

All three of us orgasm that night. Adrian came twice, and I came 4 times.

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