Wake up in the morning, breakfast for my dear, and off we went spending the whole day in the uni. Back home, the usual hang out together thing, dinner and off to bed. I barely had time to masturbate myself (not really because I have my dear to help me out).

Gosh, I never knew uni stuff is that much. I don’t need more time, just more energy to put myself in front of the computer and write something.

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Well, it was partially because I was on a road trip again, and partially because I was lazy to look for a place for me to log on. It came to a surprise that so many things had changed.

Firstly, my Facebook account was disabled. Apparently someone had sent a complain to Facebook saying that I do not seem to belong to my account that claims who I am. I guess, it’s quite normal for me. Facebook had requested that I sent in my photo ID to them, and I think it really reminds of me the episode that I had with XTube where they think I am underaged, and asked me to send them my photo ID. So sarcastically I think Facebook is the same as XTube.

So there I was, half way around the globe again, trying to chill myself over some certain things of life. Here are some of the pictures taken.

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“Dear, I just reached Subang Jaya station. You can come pick me up now.”

It was a call from Jack, a boy that I had met on the Internet a few days ago. Jack is a sweet looking boy, staying not too far away from me and we both liked each other. The way he talk, the way he looked like and the way he dressed up. The call had woke me up from my sleep; I quickly dressed up, and head over to the station.

It was almost raining when I was out from the house on the way to pick Jack up. I was worried that I might not like Jack because pictures can tell lies, sometimes. I reached the station and I could not find him, he was at the inside of the station. I saw him walking towards me after I make a call to him and found him. He looked different from the picture that I saw, like I said, picture tell lies sometimes.

We went straight back home. I stripped him off his cloths, and he lied down on the bed.

I rubbed myself with a layer of lubricant, and entered him. It was easy, it was smooth. He gave a slight moan.

It wasn’t right. The feeling of penetrating Jack feels exactly like how it felt when I make love with The Boy. How could it be? It has been such a long time, I could have just forgotten how it feels like already. How long had we not had anything? Two years perhaps?

I was already exhausted, and it gotten more when we finish our first session. Jack lie on my chest, and both of us fell asleep.

I felt something on my nose. It was Jack playing with my nose, and it woke me up. Both of us were stalk naked as how we were first born. He put his head on my chest, with his tongue sticking out licking my nipple. I stroked his hair in approval. He went down south, licking my cock head slowly, and then the whole shaft. He then changed position, lifting my legs up for better access to my testicles, and my love tunnel.

It was early in the morning and I got really horny. I met this guy online who was coming down to KL from Genting. He was on his way to Uniten, but would not mind stopping by my house.

I directed him to my house.

I did not like him the moment I started to talk with him. He is asking too many questions.

I lie down on the bed waiting to be sucked and penetrated. Yes, I was horny, but I wasn’t up for fucking someone, I wanted to be fucked. He first started by working on my nipples, it excites me every time. He work himself to my cock, and then I got him a condom. He got a small cock, but just right perhaps for the amount of time that my love tunnel spent unexplored.

It was painful, not because of the sheer size, but rather the friction from the latex. I pulled his cock out wanting to pull off the condom. He complained that he have not cum yet. I was a little annoyed, and I kept quiet. I smeared a little more lubricant and pulled him closer to me, it was heavenly and he let out a really loud moan, and comment.

He was bad in bed, really bad. I changed position, and told him that I want to fuck him instead. I gloved up myself and penetrated him ignoring his complaints. When I was gloving up myself, he asked me to use back the condom that I threw on the floor. I guess his misinformed brains did not register when they teach them condoms are single use only.

I lube him up again after I gloved him. He penetrated me easier this time. Rocking back and forth, he came; in five minutes.

Before he left, he asked me to call him whenever I need a fuck. I guess this would be the first and the last time I will see him. My ass is still sore though.

Licking my sore ass from the morning encounter, it was rather soothing. Then I remembered I had not clean up after the morning encounter, I quickly pulled Jack up kissing him on his lips.

We fucked again, and then cleaned up ourself and head out meeting my friends for dinner.

Thomas called me up for a drink. I went over to where he was after I picked up another friend. I needed to talk to Thomas to update our little business adventure that we had.

“This is Jack, my boy friend.”

My friends were surprised. To most of them, me and Thomas having this thing together. Thomas is straight, and will be straight; but things happens sometimes, and we are sort of officially seeing each other.

We went drinking, dinner and walking around. It was soon midnight.

Jack was exhausted from the outing. He collapsed immediately after his shower, and I lie down beside him hugging him from the back. He turned around giving me a kiss on the cheek. We were both naked on the bed, Jack went straight to my cock, and shove the whole shaft to his mouth, and begin working it.

“Fuck me again, dear.”

He commanded.

I lube myself up, and this time, I took the ride slowly. I wanted to have that same feeling again, that I was making love with The Boy. It felt that way, all the way for the whole 2 hours.

I could not sleep, the thoughts of having Jack as the ‘replacement’ does not seem right. Even though the feeling of us making love seems to be so intense, but that feeling of love isn’t there, at least not yet.

I would love to have a boy to myself, to pamper and to be pampered. To have something to talk to, to have something to bully and the most important, to have someone to love. Is this all ever possible? Will I ever get over it? No one knows.

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Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n’ miss?
I miss direction most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

I’m singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken hearts and broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

You push until you’re shoving
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

Is nothing here worth saving?
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry
And poor and deserted are found

Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?

Is there nothing left now? Nothing left to sing
Are there any left who haven’t kissed the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

Yeah, does justice never find you?
Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?

And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in, until the world caves in.

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It was that time when I was walking in to the club, hoping to see some random cute boys that I stumbled upon a familiar face.

It was him, the boy that I was crying for for the past one and a half years, the boy that I had put my everything, the boy that I missed so much, that I still have his pictures on my computer desktop.

He was looking at me when I walked into the club, when I looked at him back, he quickly looked away, and trying not to exchange glance with me. That moment, it felt so painful that I can actually feel a stray tear trying really hard to get out from my tear gland.

I tried to continue my night without thinking anything about him. I started drinking, and my friends were giving me drinks. The night started pretty slowly as the boys and girls were on the dance floor dancing. I was standing beside the DJ booth trying to dance myself to the music.

More drinks were flowing to my throat, I can see the boy happily dancing and drinking with his bunch of friends from where I was standing.

It was after midnight that the drinking of 12 year old distilled malt drink that is getting me tipsy. I did not just stopped there, I continued drinking.

The next thing I know, more tears were flowing, and I was looking at the boy, trying to think back the times when we were still together; trying to think back the good times when we were still together.

It worked, with the music, and the abundance alcohol, I finally break down, and cried.

I was pissed drunk, I could not even walk straight. My friend who I was with could not drive my car, she had to call another friend of mine who were already home to come pick us up.

I sometimes still wonder, how long will this last. For the past 3 months, I had already stopped shredding tears for the boy. I tried to move on, but I don’t think I can now after I see myself what had happened to myself.

I always thought that having someone else in my heart now would change everything. I was wrong, again.

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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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