I have lost my language power.

A writing assignment has been pass to me for the weekend, and I had spent countless hour trying to think how can I write it. I know, it works that way.

Here I am, lying down on my comfortable bed at 2 am in the morning New York time trying to write something. Perhaps a switch of attention would do some good, I hoped.

John had been lazying around the house. While we try not to interfere with each other’s work, it does get on my nerves when he tries to cook something in the kitchen. The laundry, the detergent and the rest are just nothing something that I want to mention right now.

Of course, other than that he is really being a good boy friend. He don’t disturb me when he knows I am working on something.

Writing for a big corporation does take it tolls. It’s like Carrier Bradshaw writing for their weekly column of “Sex and The City”, things sometimes get a little out of hand when you are trying to write about relationships, and what not.

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I could not explain why, but of recent, I have seldom think about The Boy. Yes, no more sleepless night, crying thinking of him and stuff. I am glad, for once because I think I have finally conquered the feeling of letting The Boy go.

Then, there is Harry that comes into picture.

If you remember Harry, Harry got a little too uncomfortable after our session along with David. Although David had not had sex with both of us that day when they were at my place, I had fun with Harry. Harry still refuse to talk about it, perhaps from the shyness that I would expect him to have. Well at least a little.

David on the other hand decided that perhaps retail business isn’t really his thing. Well, I warned him few months before his attempt into it. Now that he is arranging interviews with other companies and etc, lets hope he is doing well.

The Boy however, gave me a shock of my lifetime, still.

Stories and rumors of The Boy actually had me as his first boy friend was shocking enough to put me into disbelieve for the next couple of days. Perhaps that is why he was so hard to let go himself when we broke up the first, and second time. Perhaps it was also one of the reason The Boy was so ‘easy’ on me on the courting part. Speaking of which, it is almost 1 1/2 years since I have seen The Boy. I would really love to just show up in front of his door step, and just say hi.

Recently, I have uploaded videos to a popular website. Not YouTube because YouTube do not allow illicit content. With that in mind, perhaps readers like you could suggest where I can upload, with a rather huge community of Malaysians preferred. So far, two of my videos were taken offline because apparently some person or people are complaining that my videos are in violation of copyright. My never seen video, of my own, having sex. Right!

I checked my web statistic and noticed that a few people are coming from Yahoo Mail, Google and stuff. They all ended up at my main page, and not some random page of my blog. I guess, someone might be promoting me again. Maybe the email states something like, “ewww look at this guy, so gay!” Now all you wankers homophobic hypocrites can go slap yourself on the face when you wank to Megan Fox, because she already admitted that she’s a man.

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But I am currently busy and partially being lazy as well.

So, you know the drill, will try to make this one a jiffy.

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Harry MSN’ed me the other day. I was surprised to say the least; I had figured out it is either of the two things. One, Harry had broken up with the boy friend, or two Harry wanted to scold me for something, or both of it.

I was right, they broke up.

In fact, Harry had broke up a few weeks ago, and had been dating this guy that I know.

Fine.

I was happy for Harry actually, it has been almost two months since Harry had spoken with me. Wasn’t sure what had happened between them, but I guess things were not working out. I had never liked a boy friend that controls my social life, to say the least.

So Harry told me who his ex boy friend was. It was this guy that is always in ‘competition’ with me. A person that thought he knew who am I by knowing that I owned cedricang.com and knowing me by name. Too bad, he wasn’t in the game long enough. I guess he was jealous because I always get my boys before him, no puns intended, and not to be little Harry, or any other boys.

We did catch on on the phone for a while, before Harry had to go swimming with his new boy friend. I had to let him go at that point of time, he is afterall, not mine to begin with.

So Harry, would really love to catch up with you because I have many tales. That short 15 minutes phone conversation isn’t enough, to speak frankly. There’s still a lot, and a lot did happen in that short two months.

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Remember the last time I posted and asking for opinions on what should I blog next? It did not work that well because I had accidently closed the commenting system.

So I am trying this again, flood my comments, please.

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

Let’s all get hot and sexy tonight, shall we?

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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 thought I had always imagined the scene of the movie Outbreak; dark, creepy, metal-framed bed of a medical facility with someone in a bright florescent protective suit mumbling something through the build in microphone.

Arriving at New York not too long ago, I never thought it would be that easy for me to catch the flu virus. I had pre packed N95 masks, plenty of hand sanitizers, and even make sure the place where I sleep are clean from the virus by anti bacteria sprays, and I spray on my body lots of D&G fragrance (alcohol kills germs, you see).

I am in tears again. Not because I had missed the near death experience, but because someone had showed me a picture of The Boy, together with his new boy friend.

I don’t know. I thought I had gotten over The Boy, but every single time I see his pictures, with someone else I can turn from a happy mood to a grumpy sad mood. Is it really that hard to forget someone?

Leaving the quarantine was perhaps one of the happiest moment that I had. I made friends, and most of them are not released yet. It was crowded, but I was moved to a single private room on the 3rd day, since I was then considered safe.

Clothed with only the hospital gown, it does make me feel uneasy. With my butt fully exposed most of the time, some of the male nurses had been eying on it, I am pretty sure.

Back home, dad already cleaned up the place, spraying it all over with anti-bacteria sprays. It does make the whole place smells like the hospital, but it is a risk that I would not want to take; not in the quarantine, without any entertainment, that is.

So for now, I am back. Still a healthy young boy trying to strife in life, being a success, and have someone dearly nearby to enjoy life together. Of course, with lots of beautiful pictures to show everyone.

I thank those who showed their concerns on my blog, on MSN, and the SMSs to my phone. Really never thought so many people would care. Love you all!

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I will not be able to update.

The medication that the doctors gave me makes me drowsy.

This guy got admitted a few days before. He passed away this morning.

I cannot resist but to get one of the nurse to pose for me. Tee hee

Well I wish I can get home soon, but they said I need to be quarantined for another 5 more days.

So ya, someone sneaked in my Macbook Pro to the ward. Security isn’t as tight, but still.

I miss my soft bed, I miss my warm fuzzling jacuzzi. I want to get home quick.

Doctors are here again, he asked me to get off the computer in 5 minutes. So ya, I will be around.

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Since early September 2008, after I had landed in Bangkok, Thailand, I have been wandering around. The reason was that it was exactly a year before that that I have met with The Boy.

I was packed with minimal luggage, I do buy souvenirs but I send them back home from each destination I visit.

As you can see, I have the mere nessacity of items that I would need, and some might notice there’s a few condoms lying around as well. While those that lay on my bed seems to be tad heavy, wait till you see what is in the bag.

This is just my hand carry, and all my important items.

From Alaska, to Zulu I have been traveling. Often spending the night alone. It does get pretty lonely, and I had plenty of time to rethink about everything. 8 months I have not stepped back to my own home, 8 months that I had been stepping my foot to different part of the world.

I had also met a lot of people. The adventures were great.

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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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