Sexcape to Bangkok

Very few positive things happen,but much misfortune befalls. Failure followed by miserable. Regret comes after mistakes. One says not to waste time looking back. Humans are not meant to travel backwards. That's easier said than done. This is life and I have always believed life's unfair.

Here is my 4th trip to Bangkok. Honest be told I had more fun than the rest of the trips.

26 more days.

It requires courage and strength I lack. I want to sleep but my brain won't stop talking to itself. Using lies to shroud my conscience makes me feel more rejected. A man can be destroyed but not defeated. Obviously it has proven to be difficult.

Have I grown so hideous that he starts to look at me differently? Every night I tremble in fear thinking what it is like in Canada. Will I survive in a foreign land 12000 km away from my homeland? Well, that's one way to look at the situation. Evidently, we have changed and it is me to accept the changes.




Sorry,

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

I don't talk about it does not mean I don't care

With the recent MH370 and MH17 disasters, negative news are roaming in newspapers, TV news and social medias. 

I do not post or talk anything about them. But you are wrong to say I do not care about these cases.

It's the same in relationship.

Just because I do not talk about the things you have done behind my back does not mean I do not know or do not care.

I simply choose to turn my blind eyes on you 'coz I started to realize how trivial and childish I am to take things so seriously.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Horny as fuck

And the title says it all...

Drop me whatsapp message for those who wants to visit sauna or massage with me haha




[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Chinese New Year Eve...

... is another ordinary day, to me.

1) 9 of 24 hours of the eve were trapped in front of computer, doing this with bf:

2) Only 0.5 of 24 hours was spent on the dining table with family:

3) While 3 of 24 hours were wasted in Midvalley for a stupid movie with bf (I hate Chinese movie):

4) Approximately 5 hours on bed with bf for "CNY ritual":

My favourites are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

5) The rest of the day was spent on my own bed, alone.

Happy Chinese New Year!!!

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

An arousing clinical experience

A fantasy story, do not over think ^^.

The visit was in September last year, it was so long ago I hope I got things right. Let's see if I can rewrite this explicitly.

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This was my first time visiting a doctor alone. When the nurse asked for my identification, I instead replied with the reason of my visit. Only when she pulled our her hand, I learned my mistake. I quickly handed my IC and ING card over. To my relief, the nurse did not practise active listening.

I came into the room and was tense to see he was a young gentleman in his late 20's. A nice looking guy with graying hair. He looked at me through his glasses and told me to sit down.

Well, it's very personal. I found blood in my semen, you know what I mean?

He looked at me through his spectacles and drummed his fingers on the desk.

Do you have various sex partners? Yes.

Do you practise safe sex? Not always.

Do you have sex with boys or girls? Boys.

Do you penetrate or were you the one penetrated? The latter.

When was the last time you had blood test? Never.

When did not you start to notice blood? 2 weeks ago.

Was there shred of thin blood or patch of blood? Patch of blood.

Was the concentration of the blood decreasing from each day? I did not take note on that.

Do you feel pain or burn sensation when you cum? The feeling is fine.

Did you stroke or squeezed too hard? I did it as normal.

How often do you cum? Once a month, or slightly more.

Are you having any pressure from family or work recently? Not that I am aware of. 

He paused and drummed his fingers again.

You know what? I'm going to have to ask you to remove those for me, ok?

I knew what was coming now as I heard him slipping on a rubber glove. The door was locked.

I shrugged inwardly, resigning myself to the inevitable,  I stood up from the chair and reached down to remove my pants. As I lowered my slacks, my now semi-hard boner sprang out. I knew I turned a few dozen shades of red. And I could feel an erection coming on against all my will to prevent it. The doctor definitely did not see any sign of undergarment on me put me into many fantasy. This only served to fuel my erection and it continued to grow to full size, pointing up to the ceiling as I stood still, waiting for next instruction.

To the bed.

Now there I was, spreading my naked crotch to him, with a now rock-hard erection. He moved between my legs, sitting on one of those rolling stools, and began to inspect my genitals, seemingly playing with my balls. I guess he was feeling for lumps or something. He felt all around them for about two minutes which seemed like forever to me. Then he reached under my balls and pushed up into my groin and asked me to cough. Everything was fine I guess. Then he reached up and took my penis in his hand and lifted it up and looked at it. 

He said that my testicles were fine.

Describe, young man. What's the proportion of the normal and bloody semen when you ejaculated?

The 1st few shots were clean, but the last few were stained with blood. This happened for more than a week.

When did you last cum? 2 days ago.

Can you do it again? I need you to provide me sample. Yes.

The doctor looked for a container in one of drawers while I quickly dressed up and hid my erection. Pointing at another door, he directed me to collect my ejaculation in what standard urine test bottle. I made a frantic request for an extra bottle before I enter into another room. Honestly I didn't take long to reach my orgasm and filled the bottles.

He held the warm bottles filled with clean semen high in his right, while the bloody one in his left. It was obvious he was focusing on the left

I need you to return for follow up next Monday. Ok.
Please come at night at this hour and I will be here. Ok.
Please monitor the colour of the blood if it has decreased. Ok.
Do not perform sexual activity with your partners for the moment. Ok.

There was a breath of relief the moment I stepped out the clinic. Still dressed in my work attire, I walked home with a pack of antibiotics in my hand. It was 1 a.m. and the street was empty. He refused to tell me anything and I was instructed to return for follow up next week. Another 7 days to endure the pain of waiting.

He's good looking!

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Happy Cotton Anniversary!

First post of the year, which was written in rush. Distracted by screams of DOTA players in cyber cafe, I wrote this post with undetermined mixed emotions.

January 09 2010

The title sucks haha. In case you could not remember the entry I posted 365 days ago today, check here and you'll remember how important today means to us. The previous was a closeted one. I shall no longer hide in shadow. Reach out the hand and touch the light. What if others found out? I'd proudly tell. Instead of blogging of how we spent the big day like everyone does, allow me to trail the road not taken by expressing my feeling in commemoration to date.

你们gay佬变心还厉害过女人换衣 (You gays switch partners more 'geng' than women change their clothes).

Remarked dad of a friend of mine. His eyes are loathingly filled.

Splendidly said. His comment is strictly accurate. His words are no crude. I didn't think he is insulting any of us. Personally I believe he is right in every senses.

I have witnessed many who have failed their relationship. Disheartened for days, they resort to switching.

Jino: Hei how's your weekend?
Fag: Fine. I am meeting my bf later at his college.
Jino: College? Isn't he working?
Fag: Who are you talking about?
Jino: You and Sausage Jockey?
Fag: That was over. I am now with Penis Phantom.
Jino: Ish again you change? Why was I not updated yesterday?
Fag: You were not here this morning.
Jino: =.= *haunting silence*

For the switching frequency is so high, I would not be surprised if you are not able to keep up with updates from your friends. So it's ok if you are left out of the picture over time. After all, this is daily news I am talking about. Their stories can never be long enough to make into monthy or annual magazine. When the same person came to me telling 3 stories of different characters in a month, I can say something must be wrong with him. Overtime, I lost the feel and heart to save him. I've exhausted all my opinions. As a friend I cannot do much. Clearly, isn't it boring to find that your advice are just not useful to him? To see your friend as drama king as they are, I can't help disheartened.

They may be the most pleasant and mature guys you've ever met. But you'll never fail to notice the true personalities of these drama kings and queens once they come to love. He may say "Dear I love you forever" today. But you will find him spilling the same phrase at other guys the very next day. Mind you, I was exactly a bastard like that, once. Ok thrice. Sorry.

What mind do you have when someone propose to you? What pinnacle can we reach if the love only last a day? Why the drastic change?

One could not escape fate. I was caught up in misfortune of sort thrice in a quarter year. Not as exciting as theirs though. I do feel bad once a while but now I had little remorse compared to 2 years ago.

What meaning does love represent to the human of diversity?

1. Love as what we have for our children.
2. Love that melts, that talks, that walks and that obsessed.
3. When the great sex dies, that's the end of love.
4. To love someone more than yourself, or to love yourself more than anyone?
5. Fanatics who dedicated their unrequited love for God.
6. Love is there when you need it.
   

To they, who believe to never love a love that hurts and never hurt a love that loves - then why break and end?

I remember over the pomegranate dessert me and Kenji had the other day. He said: They (exclude the both of us) who have no marriage, no babies, no family as the source of commitment, behave promiscuously. The relationships are very shallow and uncommitted even if they do form. Absence of commitment to shape the relationship is, thus unable to form long term relationship. What are their goals in the relationship? Not the exact words he spat out that night but is something like this.

But I would like to move on from here. When we are dating, finding out that we've the chemistry we call 'love' is wonderful and addictive. One can feel the rush of hormones and delight of affection, but the feelings shift with the passage of time. Many people like us are selfish and immature, trying to avoid the grown up process of making choices that relationships require. He has his life compartmentalized, he seems less communicative, pays less attention - you feel ignored and resentful. Things start to feel stagnant. The warmth may not be as intense as it was at first. The excitement burns out itself and it is a matter of weeks or months it's gone. Hence, the romantic season is so-called over. And it may take a long time to wake up to the reality that the relationship is going no where. And it is sometimes hard for dating couples to understand exactly where they are in the journey of exploration and commitment.

Generally there is no difference in both homo and hetero besides the level of occurrence. Gay relationship shows more prominent trend. Break and rekindle, break and new partner, break and die. Obviously more flaws. I don't mean heteros don't break, but not as much as homos. In case you have not realized, homos are flower heart.

So the dad of my friend is right. We keep changing constantly in search of a suitable partner where source of commitment is lacking. We are nothing more than jumping on the same spot.

While my love is not just a sentiment or feeling, but is also a choice. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with death.

There is nothing noble in me to believe everything in love. Occasionally I succumbed into impression that one day I will end up like them. Separate due to lack of commitment and responsibility. Or feeling evaporates. Lost of touch. Or mainly misunderstanding among the both of us. But I know very well. It is our responsibility to seek the source of commitment that will hold us strong. The commitment which dances to honour our partnership while not losing our sense of individuality. We are no different from the 3 months of romantic season if neither us do anything.

I know too. This might be quite a challenge when emotions are close to the surface. For this reason we fell into the trap of avoiding conflicts. Who doesn't understand the fact that avoiding conflict often results in storing up resentment and grievances? One or both start withdrawing and it begins to fade.

If anyone can, please answer: What are you expecting from the relationship you started? Is it marriage? Is it baby? Or is it just a customary step to follow?

What if I am stingy and I choose to live alone?

I started to ask myself. What is there for us to achieve in our relationship? What am I seeking from you? Where is the root of our love? Or easier - How to maintain the word call love?

It is true that the opposite attracts but it is common that unites. Ability to communicate feelings. Compatible attitude. Time investment. Without these love is not enough, no matter how much we want it to be. Remember that a commitment more likely to mean something if it's freely offered and not given because your partner feels intimidated. And so be reminded not to be fooled by Beatles' 'All You Need Is Love'.

My previous relationships ended on my accord. There was no once I was dumped, because I dumped them first. The feel of being dumped, I have never felt. I would not want to try either. Therefore I clearly know that I have no right to say what I want to say next. But no matter what the circumstances are, I hope that friends who have fallen in relationship will not choose to give up. It is important to believe in the word love despite the disappointment you experienced in every relationship. It may be an uneventful incident comes with sacrifices but in long run it'll the crucial element that serves great memory and experience for your next journey. And most importantly, you get to strengthen your heart and learn to draw lines from hypocritical people. Sorry again I have no right to say such thing. I for one believe that love is the one thing that can overcome so many of the difficult times that we are faced with in life.

Trying to scratch my head to pull this out, I have no answer to what I've come up to myself. On a lighter note, few friends have actually found their loved ones and I am so happy for them. Sendiri tau tau la...

True love is like a cotton pillow. Be it happy or unhappy events, we share the stories at night before sleep. Feel painful? You cry and pillow never fails to absorb every drop of tears. Angry? Bite him, kick him or throw him and he will return to you. You can't sleep without him at night. You miss him if you lose him. Hug him and smile to sleep. That's some wonders a pillow can bring to you. Sorry I am trying hard to connect cotton and love. Single? Spend few bucks and invest yourself a pillow. At least till you find a lover.

I apologize for the grievances I caused for the past few months. Neither of us were good under pressured long distance. Gradually I have developed intolerance. I'm so dense. But rest assured. I will change. Changes that will lead us a betterment. Changes to what we deem best. Behaviors must change to facilitate relationship. I will relent. I will tolerate. I will control my emotion. And I hope you will do the same for me. For us. I couldn't really come out a reason to be with you. All in mind is none other than to be with you. If I hope my instinct has good sense of direction, I hope my instinct will not disappoint me. It will lead me to you and to our future.

Everything is summed to the call of determination, never a responsibility.

I tried very hard to make this a short one, as people start complaining my long winding, deviating, random and contradicting thoughts. My bad. I went out of control each time I write about thoughts. Others might find it difficult to understand this entry. Because I wrote it in a random chronology, and most importantly they do not know me entirely.

If there is anyone who understand me, it would be you the most. You, who know me in and out and upside down; You, who was by my side when I was lost and lowest in my life - I dedicate this entry to. Do you remember the drafts I saved in my cell which you so eager to look at before I could snatch it from you? Yes the unforgettable night we quarrel and cried. Yes they are here now. They are dated back to 2008. Combination of all the 98 drafts were put into this. But I doubt you will read this right away and thus the first comment is not expected from you.

As I said, I will show you my gratitude for accepting me as your bf despite all my weaknesses. Thank you for enriching my life throughout the 2 years.

Happy Cotton Anniversary and please take care in Kampar.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Cold lame jokes

Haha I woke up so early this morning, I wasn't motivated enough to start my studies. Due to some reason and created opportunity, which I am so lazy to explain here, I met Austin near his house. We chatted for few hours before I departed home for my lunch and studies and etc etc...

Not too long before I laid my ass on the chair, again I grabbed my brushes, worked on some ideas I had in mind. I guess I got addicted into painting. But I dropped them off 'coz I really need to study.

Holding Neurogenetics for 1 hour, itchy hands started clicking on google, searching for some excitement in the afternoon. Haha these may seem old and lame, but I laughed 'coz first time hearing...

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One night, as I was studying, Brian was in msn and I asked him to entertain me 'coz I was too bored. After awhile he asked me questions:

Brian: 2 guys were sitting by the jetty. Unfortunately 1 of them fell into the sea. If the 1 fell into the sea died and he is called dead body, then the other guy call?
Jino: Live body? I don't know.
Brian: No, he calls Jiu Ming.
Jino: How come?
Brian: Jiu Ming!!! Jiu Ming!!! HELP!!!

Then I asked the same question at Edwin, but he heard the joke before so he knew the answer. Instead, Edwin asked me another silly question, which then I forwarded to Brian for revenge.

Jino: An aeroplane passes through the cloud, so later it will come out of the cloud. But what if the aeroplane goes down into the sea, where will it come out from?
Brian: *Err... Eh... Hmm...* Open la.
Jino: In newspaper headline lor.

Haha don't know if he got it or not. He asked me the last question of the night.

Brian: A cat, a goat and a pig. They smuggle drugs, lets say heroin into Japan. Unfortunately they were caught by the custom. In your opinion, on who will the custom find the heroin?
Jino: *Err... Eh... Hmm...* Must be goat la.
Brian: Why leh?
Jino: The goat always 'Meeeeeeee'.
Brian: No la. Salah. Try again.
Jino: How come wrong? Open la.
Brian: Answer is pig.
Jino: How come?
Brian: Zhu Chang Fen - 猪肠粉 (same sound like pig keep powder).
Jino: *swt swt swt*

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Dildo 1 - Voodoo dildo

The company tells him that he will have to take a long business trip to Japan to clinch an important deal. Unfortunately his wife is known for cheating on him when he goes away. He still loves her but every time she does it, it breaks his heart and this trip will be the longest he has been. He also knows that she tries hard not to cheat and has done lesser and lesser. Having given up smoking he knows how hard it is to shake an addiction so he decides to go to a sex shop to get her something to keep her amused.

On his way home he goes to a little sex shop. He looks around for a bit but doesn't really find anything satisfactory. Just as he is about to leave the owner calls him over.

"You're looking for something special?"
"Yes, I need something to keep my wife busy while I'm away so she won't cheat."

The owner looks at him hard and then reaches under the counter to pull out a small wooden box with mystical carvings and pictures on it. He slides off the lid and inside sits a carved wooden dildo.

"What's so special about that?" asks the man
"Watch... Voodoo dildo, door."

To the mans surprise the dildo rises from the box and starts fucking the keyhole of the door.

"Voodoo dildo, box."

The dildo stops and drops back into its box.

"That's amazing. I'll take it."

After paying he walks home with a smile on his face. The next morning, after packing he gives his wife her present. At first she is dubious but after showing her the door trick she seems quite pleased, so he leaves on his trip.

After a week she feels the need for a shag but as she wants to stop cheating she instead gets out the dildo.

"Voodoo dildo, my pussy."

The dildo rises obediently from the box and starts to shag her brains out. An hour and ten orgasms later she feels better. Through all the sexual ecstasy however she forgets the turn off command. And as she is well into orgasm number eleven she can't think straight. She tries to pull it but it doesn't work. So she decides that she will have to go to hospital and have it removed.

In the car on the way there she has another orgasm that makes her swerve dangerously. A police officer sees this and pulls her over. He walks up to the window which she rolls down.

"Have you been drinking?"
"No" the now distraught woman replies. "A voodoo dildo is shagging me and I can't get it to stop and I'm on my way to hospital to have it removed."
"Voodoo dildo" the officer laughs "My arse."


Dildo 2
One day this guy comes to work at a dildo shop. His boss leaves for the day and puts him in charge of the shop.

About an hour later a black haired lady comes in and asks "How much for your black dildos?"
The guy says "30 bucks"
"And how much for your white dildos?" asks the lady.
Again the man says "30 bucks for the black and 30 bucks for the white"
So she takes the black one and leaves.

A while later a brunette comes in to the store and asks "How much for your white dildos?"
The man responds "30 bucks"
She asks "And how much for your black dildos?"
"30 bucks for the white and 30 bucks for the black" replies the man.
So she takes the white one leaves.

About an hour later a blond walks through the door and asks "How much are your dildos?"
The guys says "All our dildos are 30 bucks"
Then she looks up behind the man on a shelf and ask "How much for that plain one?"
The man responds "Oh, that one is special. That will cost you $250"
The blond agrees and takes it.

Later that day the boss come back and asks "So what did you sell today?"
The man says "I sold a black dildo, a white dildo , and your thermos flask for $250!"

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Gay 1 - Birthday present
Two gay guys are going at it. After they finish, one turns to the other and says "Hey, I feel something in my ass... See if you can feel anything." So his boyfriend put his finger in his ass and feels around. "I don't feel anything," the boyfriend says. So the first guy says, "No deeper... I'm sure I feel something."

So the boyfriend put his hand in the guys ass and feels around. "I'm telling you there is nothing there" says the boyfriend. "No really," the guys says, "I can feel it, look deeper." So the boyfriend put his whole arm in the guy's ass and is feeling around when he touches something.

"Hey, I found something," says the boyfriend. "Well take it out," says the guy. The boyfriend pulls his hand out of the guys ass, looks at it and sees it is a Rolex. The guy starts singing, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you..." =.="'


Gay 2 - Gay problems
Three guys go to see a witch doctor about their problems. One has a smoking problem, one is an alcholic and one is gay but wants to change. The doctor put a curse on each of them that if any of them indulge in their habits again they will die.

Two days later the alcholic died because he gave in and had to drink.

The next day the gay guy and the smoker are walking down the street together. The smoker sees a cigarette lying on the ground and stops to stare at it.

The gay guy looked at him and said "if you bend over and pick that up we are both fucked"


Gay 3 - A couple of shots
There was this man who walked into a bar and ordered 10 shots of whiskey.
The bartender asks, "What's the matter?"
The man says, "I found out my brother is gay and marrying my best friend."

The next day the same man comes in and orders 12 shots of whiskey.
The bartenders asks, "What's wrong this time?"
The man says, "I found out that my son is gay."

The next day the same man comes in the bar and orders 15 shots of whiskey.
Then the bartender asks, "Doesn't anyone in your family like women?"
The man looks up and says, "Apparently my wife does."


Gay 4 - Construction worker
Construction worker on the 5th floor of a building needs a handsaw. So he spots another worker on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he can't hear him. So the worker on the 5th floor tries sign language. He pointed to his eye meaning "I", pointed to his knee meaning "need", then moved his hand back and forth in a hand saw motion. The man on the ground floor nods his head, pulls down his pants, whips out his cock and starts masturbating. The worker on 5th floor gets so pissed off he runs down to the ground floor and says, "What the fuck is your problem!!! I said I needed a hand saw!" The other guy says, "I knew that! I was just trying to tell you - I'm coming!"


Gay 5 - Gay parrot
A guy decides that maybe he'd like to have a pet and goes to a pet shop. After looking around he spots a parrot sitting on a little perch; it doesn't have any feet or legs. The guy says out loud, "Geez, I wonder what happened to this parrot?"

"I was born this way," says the parrot. "I'm a defective parrot."
"Ha, ha," the guy laughs. "It sounded like this parrot actually understood what I said and answered me."
"I understand every word," says the parrot. "I am a highly intelligent and thoroughly educated bird."
"Yeah?" the guy asks. "Then answer this: how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?"
"Well," the parrot says, "this is a little embarrassing, but since you asked, I will tell you. I wrap my little parrot penis around this wooden bar, kind of like a little hook. You can't see it because of my feathers."
"Wow," says the guy, "you really can understand and answer, can't you?"
"Of course. I speak both Spanish and English. I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any subject: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. And I am especially good at ornithology. You should buy me; I am a great companion."

The guy looks at the $200.00 price tag. He says. "I can't afford that."
"Pssst," the parrot hisses, motioning the guy over with one wing. "Nobody wants me because I don't have any feet. You can get me for $20.00; just make an offer."

The guy offers twenty dollars and walks out with the parrot. Weeks go by and the parrot is sensational. He's funny; he's interesting; he's a great pal, he understands everything, sympathizes, and gives good advice. The guy is delighted.

One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot says, "Pssst," and motions him over with one wing. The guy goes up close to the cage. "I don't know if I should tell you this or not," says the parrot, "but it's about your lover and the mailman."

"What?" asks the guy.
"Well," the parrot says, "when the mailman came to the door today, your lover greeted him in a pair of briefs that showed everything and kissed him on the mouth."
"What happened then?" asks the guy.
"Then the mailman came into the house and put his hand on your lovers crotch and began petting him all over," reports the parrot.
"My God!" the guy says. "Then what?"
"Then he pulled down the briefs, got down on his knees and began to lick him, starting with his chest, slowly going down and down." The parrot pauses for a long time...
"What happened? What happened?" says the frantic guy.
"That's what pisses me off. I don't know." said the parrot. "I got a hard-on, and fell off my fucking perch."


Gay 6
Peter invites his Mum for tea.
She notices his flat mate Joe is very handsome, slightly camp and although she suspected Peter's gay he denies that anything is going on, and says that they are only flat mates.

A week later Joe says to Peter, "Ever since your Mum came to tea, I can't find the frying pan". Peter emails his Mum and says, "Dear Mum, I'm not saying that you DID take the frying pan, and I'm not saying you DID NOT take the frying pan, but it's been missing ever since u came for tea. Love Peter".

His Mum replies, "Dear son, I'm not saying you DO sleep with Joe and I'm not saying you DO NOT sleep with Joe, but if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the fucking frying pan by now. Love Mum".

Moral of the story... NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER


Gay 7 - Out of the closet
Yeah, I tried hinting to my parents. We were sat at the dinner table and I said to my mum, "Could you pass the gravy to a Homosexual?" She passed it to my dad!!!

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Then I went to fetch Edwin from Puduraya lol... Have a nice day




[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

My first (maybe not first) little sex experience

Everyone (if there' anyone), this is my first post of such story, so I have made it personal. This story is 100% true, and happened to me only an hour ago. So I thought this will be a good first post. It took me quite awhile to build up courage to share this story with all of you. Don't laugh ok? Although it's not really my first time, but the feeling was. Continue reading at your own risk. The story below contains minor gay sexually explicit adult material. If you are not at least 18 years of age, or it is illegal to view gay sexually explicit material in your community, you must leave now. Or if you are below age of 18 years old, you must be accompanied by parents or guardians. If you proceed further you accept full responsibility of your actions.


It was nine past nine when I exited my room door, closing it behind me. I had my old black shorts, bright orange shirt with my phone carefully tucked into my pocket. I stood on my balcony, relishing the exquisite feeling of the misty rain falling over me. After four days of humidity and heat, it was more refreshing than any shower I had felt. I'd have taken a shower anyway before I start my day, but for now the rain was nice. There was enough caffeine in the air to kick start my brain. My mama was in the kitchen, gulping her coffee on the right while newspaper in her left hand.

At the same time, Mike (fictional name) was right next to me. I knew him since last year in Watson pharmacy (Wangsa Maju Aeon Complex branch). He is white (white as not the guai lou white). How should I describe him? White... Snow white... He is not skin fair, but white. And he is wearing white today. I was gently but firmly holding his body in my hand. My mama knew Mike quite well too, and pleased to have him befriended me.

The story started out very sudden, but yet within my expectation, and I wanted it to happen, even though I was standing on the balcony where my mama can watch clearly what we're doing. Mike quickly reached me and I stood there shocked with Mike's sudden move. We stared at each other for a minute, and before I even realize, his proud stick was in my hole already. WTH??? In 3rd floor balcony while mama was only few feet away? I must be very daring to do this openly. I know I wanted it badly since long ago, but never had I imagined to happen so fast, so sudden. He sure caught me off guard.

Me: ***whisper*** Why are you in such a hurry? And why are you skipping the warm up? I am not really ready yet...

Mike: ***whisper*** Oh you are definitely ready. This is not your first time, and I like the weather. We will go straight into the main course, I don't have time for appetizers.

OMG!!! Is this for real? He skipped the fingering part and started straight to the real part. We did it right on the spot. He slowly inserted his hot tool, an inch at a time into my tight hole while I slowly positioned myself on the floor. I shivered with anticipation while the head of his stick passed through my passage. My heart pounded so hard and so fast, I held my breath as much as I could, to not let mama hear what we were doing. Mike's godly stick is incredibly long. It wasn't even half inserted when the head of his stick reached my threshold. Trembling in the agony of his penetration, I had to moan out loudly breaking the silence in the morning. The pain of entering began to subdue, and started to yield the pleasure I had never felt. The sense of pleasure overwhelmed me and left me numb and out of breath. Now I got the right word for this. I was horny!!! Mama was still enjoying her coffee, either she hadn't look at what we were doing, or she knew and pretend to not give a damn.

He moved his way in in slow deep thrust, each more rewarding and more sensual than the previous. He did not make any sound. No shouting, no moaning, no breathing sound or even some sweat on his body. He did it so professionally. I really need to praise him for his amazing skill. Never had I feel this kind of pleasure for 21 years. My pits were all wet and smell strong. It only took few minutes to reach my orgasm. I had lost my mind... "Harder!!! Faster!!!" were the only thing on my mind. Mike knew what I wanted, he fastened his pace and concentrated on his work. I didn't care anymore if mama heard me screaming or moaning. I was so high. I was at my peak and I knew he's gonna do it very soon. OMG!!! He pulled out his stick, still stood there hard, and I felt hot stream of liquid flowing out of my hole. And I saw some brown yellowish thingy sticking on his stick. Yerr dirty... but he did it.

I put Mike aside allowing him to take some rest. I was very satisfied with his skill and his tender touch when handling me. I thanked him for what he voluntarily did for me while he replied with his cold but sweet white smile. As we were lying on the cold marble floor still panting heavily upon my quick orgasm, mama came to my location. "Okay son, why are you moaning so loudly on the floor?"

"I was just digging my ear with this cotton bud, mama..." still trying to catch some breath and turn around to cover my red blushed face.

And next I started digging my left ear with another side of Mike's head.

The few minutes just now was really as if I was having my first sex...




[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot