The Penile Poet

@Six strands to a cord

2012-01-03T14:25:00.000+08:00

It’s said too often, so often it can’t be true, that a lonely man sees his non-consequential life in others, but what is never said is whether he understands it any better for having seen it. I had a dream, moist and all about a guy I have never met by the name of John Chen, a purported pen name. I blamed these vivid dreams from dwelling too deep into his writings which I shared in my blog. In my nocturne play, I dreamt about our first conversation on web cam. Decked only in a white singlet, he looked awfully young for his age. We talked and did naughty things our partners would allow without crossing the threshold.

Subconsciously, I have a chance to live the rest of his life in a moment. Instead of counting backwards from a hundred as instructed, I surrender to the charade though dawn is but a strand of light away through those curtains.

Bent Desires - Screen 3

2011-12-30T13:39:00.000+08:00

Bent Desires - Screen 2

2011-12-27T13:34:00.000+08:00

@So this is Christmas?

2011-12-25T11:33:00.000+08:00

I love Christmas as much as the sound of electricity on the tracks that precedes the arrival of a train. I took my headphones out as the tracks crackled, and then I saw the train approaching in the distance, its bright headlights in the dark of the night making it look like a ferocious monster racing towards me. But the monster wasn't coming for me, the train came to a halt, the doors opened and I stepped inside. Last minute Christmas shopping downtown and the train will take me there sans the horrendous traffic. With the headphones on, the arduous journey seemed more palatable. My thoughts recollected itself as the scene outside the window ran backwards. Gifts, one of the more difficult decisions of the year and I had to make them now.

Bent desires - Screen 1

2011-12-24T11:08:00.000+08:00

An anonymous Malaysian blogger submitted his solo action. Nice curved dick!

+A story of Han - Bookend Rendezvous

2011-12-22T10:59:00.000+08:00

I finish my work early and rush back to my apartment. I had stayed at a hostel on my first week and on the second week, Rob Hanrahan himself called up HR to look for an apartment for me, adding only that it should be close to the MRT station so that I wouldn’t have a hard time moving around. It is my third week in Singapore but there is still so much to explore. Work has so far kept me from venturing farther than the office, Lau Pa Sat where Leo and I mostly eat lunch, and my apartment in Novena.

After lunch, I frequently excuse myself to go to a small bookshop in a three-storey shophouse on Boon Tat Street. Leo gives me space, calling this my “intellectual exercise”, and what I think is an impressively big word for him. He walks towards Cecil Street, turns towards Amoy Street and on to the narrow lane that leads to our office. Halfway Leo and I part ways; I take two left turns and, waving at him, disappear into the lunch crowd milling around the rows of lunch cafeterias that stretch from Amoy Street Market on one end to the mosque on the other.

I feel like I betray Leo each time I take ‘the two lefts’. I am mortified by it but I have little choice: I go to the bookshop to meet up with Han. He parks his Mazda across the road, a sign that he is already waiting for me upstairs where I would meet him, fruit shake in hand, while pretending to browse among shelves stacked with Joyce and Wolfe and Melville. This is where Han and I, improbably as it may sound, have sex every weekday afternoon in a cramped and disused stockroom behind the bookshelves dedicated to feminist literature. It is always quick and intense, like all trysts between people stealing time and space; pleasing each other with as little noise as possible our only concern.

We aren’t successful at all in hiding our meetings it seems. The cashier downstairs gives me the look as I appear for my early afternoon visit. “You’re just being paranoid,” Han assures me as he sips his fruit shake. He draws me close to him and kisses me with his open mouth, his tongue darting into my mouth to deposit the cold and sweet taste of his beverage. I kiss him back searching for something – passion, love, horniness – I want each of these to be mutual between us. I hold him tight until I hear myself gasping, pulling away momentarily but with our lips still softly brushing. He reaches down my crotch, feels my erection with one hand while lightly tracing my spine with another. He stops and pulls me towards the stockroom. I know we are both ready.

Han’s penis is thick and long and, like mine, uncircumcised. But his foreskin is much longer and tighter and had likely shaped his cockhead into a pointed spear. It hurts him sometimes when I pull the skin back and I have learned to bide my time and allow him to do it himself. Pre-cum gathers quickly in his foreskin and when his cockhead is exposed, it is bright red, slick and often dripping. My penis, on the other hand, is neither as thick nor as long but my foreskin pulls back easily, exposing a mushroom head that has the shade of boiled, shelled peanuts. It also has the urgency and aggressiveness that Han’s does not have. It is an animal, ready to pounce on a prey. We take turns sucking each other; he takes mine fully into his mouth, letting it lodge in his throat for a long time. I take a sip of the fruit shake before I take his member into my mouth as his copious pre-cum disturbs my palate. But when he climaxes, I swallow all his cum in big gulps, never letting it flood my mouth. He doesn’t do the same for me. He waits for my spasms to subside, gathers my semen in his mouth and spits it out into a wad of Kleenex that he keeps handy in his pocket. I was offended the first time I saw him do it, especially because I had just finished swallowing his semen. I thought that as a matter of courtesy, if not affection, he should at least dispose of my semen discretely.

We are methodical in our sex act, but we brim with passion all the same. It is just the situation, we remind ourselves as we embrace in the stuffy stockroom. Han, who had spent a good part of his early twenties in army camps, has a lot to learn about pleasing his partner. But as much as he is ignorant, he is willing to learn.

“How did you keep it all to yourself,” I asked him once when I learned that before he met his fiancée he had not experienced intimacy with anyone.

“I don’t know; we were in camp,” he replied.

“Fasheng le shenme shi?” I asked again.

“Ni jue de zenmeyang?” He looked away, no longer amused by my questions.

“I should have been there,” I continued, teasing, probing.

“Ni zai shuo shenme?”

“To teach you a thing or two about sex,” I said boldly.

He looked at me, searching my face for the real meaning behind what I just said.

“Or maybe to give you a hand,” I said with a laugh, enjoying my little triumph.

He stood up, his eyes on mine, facing me. I straightened up to face him. We kissed for the very first time.

I had planned to see the town on weekend but little things like laundry and reading the company manual have so far allowed me to see little of anything. So I eagerly finished my work, send Han a text message telling him I am going straight home and then I tell Leo that I am going ahead first.

It’s Friday, I remind myself. There’s enough time to go around town tomorrow. For now, it will be about Han and me, and the first time we are going to have sex in my own place. Mind-blowing sex, I repeat to myself, wishing that putting it to words ensures that it will come true.

I straighten up my bed, pull the sheet at the corner until it is neat and tight, fluff up the pillows and replace the hangers inside my wardrobe. I don’t have any furniture in my room – even my TV sits in the hallway where the courier deposited it still inside its box – and my bed seems small in the vastness of the wooden floor. I go to the drawer next to my bed to get the tube of lubricant, decide against taking the popper and cockring that a friend brought for me as a present from Hong Kong when he came down with “a planeload of meaty Cantonese boys” for the Nation Party. Baby steps, I remind myself laughing, Han is not yet ready for prime time. There is no need for condoms either. I have taken his body fluids in my mouth. It would be absurd to be coy now.

(Contributed by John Chen)

Acknowledgement - The writings of Lo Kim Jeong

2011-12-20T02:02:00.000+08:00

Due credit must given to Mr Kim Jeong Lo for his contribution(s) in some posts in this blog. He will acknowledge the respective entry(ies) through the comments section in this post. Mr Lo, a 50++ years old chubby GAM, maintains his own site where he has sex with over 20,000 men and still counting. So if you are up and horny, drop by his site and get into his pants, whichever floats your boat.

Like what you see? More of Mr Lo after this jump.

And who is the fairest of all?

2011-12-16T17:54:00.000+08:00

I promised my boyfriend my heart, though it has not always been mine to give. You were there, dovish eyes glaring at the door beautiful, intolerably beautiful. I caught whispers of your hellos blown over the mirror across the room. I am naked again without a heart of course. You were holding it. So precious and fragile. Am I am your fairest? You squeezed my heart a little and a crack formed along the mirrow.

Spanking the monkey

2011-12-11T16:33:00.000+08:00

You’ll say I’m doing the usual run, but this is how it happened. You could ask around. There may be witnesses, guilt stricken people who repeat the tale to teach their children a lesson. I was a masturbator, I am a unrepentant sinner. A freed cock in hand need to be tendered into submission. What follows is an after thought of the spent, the guilt and the unrelenting.

@A boy of the view

2011-12-08T17:59:00.000+08:00

I inadvertently aimed it at the screen again. His boyish good looks was a triumph of exceptionality. When his hands reached his nether regions, my fortune smiled, at the same time I nullified democracy in my heart. It would have been possible to love a lesser boy, but I would have needed reasons. Those reasons are plastered across the screen, in long stringy white strands.

+A story of Han - Life, work and love

2011-12-05T17:57:00.000+08:00

Han is a g-a-y,” Leo whispers in a voice so low that I lean in to hear what he is saying. “He is a gay,” he says again, as if saying it out loud would compromise the importance of such a secret. “You mean you didn’t know meh,” he eyes me suspiciously. “You see, har, he thirty-five already but still single, got no GF. Aiyah, sayang, hor. He very handsome.” It comes out like ‘hum-sum’. “If I handsome, hor, I want two mistress,” he concludes, nodding his head in mock regret.

The sense of tremendous loss for handsome young men who turn out to be gay is universal, I think to myself, like how people would feel, hands clutched in their bosom, for a platoon of boy soldiers condemned to fight a war without weapons. “So, friend, be careful, hor. You close to him, sure kena molest,” he warns with a naughty grin. It is too absurd to be annoying, too simplistic to hurt. And besides, it is Leo, my closest friend at work. What harm can he do?

Leo and I are friends by default. At Hawking, Ong & Hanrahan, every account servicing unit has a production team attached to it. I come after Peggy Hsu got pregnant and suddenly decided to quit and before Eng Chuan received an offer from ATZT. With no one else on the team I move up the queue twice, landing next to Han, the unit leader. Leo is head of the production team, promoted only recently and under pretty much the same circumstances. Poh Leng quit before her promotion, Kelvin Toh moved to another unit and Leo automatically becomes team leader but with no one under him.

“Hey, I don’t know you Filipino; I thought you Chinaman,” he says testily as I greet him. “Ni jiang hua yi har,” he observes my Mandarin. “Wah, you very built,” he suddenly says, flexing his arm. “Good, good. We do a lot of work here; good to have a muscle man.”

“Dex is here to work with me. He is replacing Eng Chuan,” Han interjects.

Leo is visibly crushed, embarrassed. He looks up to apologise. “Dui bu qi. I thought Kelvin finally got replacement.”

“Mei you wenti,” I say to him. He smiles and offers his hand.

Just like that. We hang out at work when I’m not visiting clients, do things together during tea breaks, eat lunch mostly at Lau Pa Sat – unless he decides to impress Cindy Ngui from accounting and treats us to Brekko’s on Cecil Street. I write his endless application letters to other companies where his talents will be recognised and for which I will get a treat of sharks fin dinner; I fill in his income tax form. He is easy, trusting, pleasant. He marvels at how easily I can write a memo without a thesaurus. “Wah, your vocab must be damn powerful,” he says. ‘Powderful’.

We meet up for weekends when his wife is working to have lunch in places special to him. We attempt to finish a roast duck. He makes up a list of the things he wants me to experience in Singapore and hands it to me timidly. Karaoke session, billiard session, drinking session, hot pot session. He makes me feel, finally, irretrievably, at home.

(This entry is extracted from John's blog - Please refer to earlier postings)

+The Story of Han by John Chen - A walk in the rain

2011-12-03T16:55:00.000+08:00

It is already pouring as we leave the client’s office and Han says that it is too early for the rains to come. Cars are darting in and out of car parks in the buildings’ bowels, slicing puddles into sheets of brown water as they speed on. “It usually starts raining around late August,” he says, “but it always rains around here anyway,” he smiles at me like it is his fault that I am not warned about sudden downpours. “That’s why I always bring an umbrella with me.” He fishes out a small, blue umbrella from his bag, yanks it open and suddenly hooks his left arm around my shoulder.

“Lai yah,” he says lightly, suddenly pulling me across the street. I can feel his warm body against mine, the weight of his muscled arm presses firmly against my shoulder, and his left thigh occasionally brushes my hand as we stride towards Boon Tat Street. I glance sideways at Han. He can be handsome, I think to myself. He has a fine and proud nose, full red lips, flawless skin and, surprisingly, at least from what I have seen, nearly perfect teeth. His hair is styled in spikes that rise from his open, smiling face. He has thoughtful brows, I note, and if he were not wearing a pair of running shoes with his tight dress pants and button down shirt, he could easily pass for one of those arrogant, handsome young men from Raffles Place, the princes from the financial houses, the dukes of the accounting firms. It’s always about the shoes, I think to myself amusedly. I glance down at my brown Berluttis that are slowly getting wet. “It’s summer,” I recall telling myself, “dress light and easy. But chic.”

Han always talks incessantly but I don’t mind. I let him babble on, enjoying his Singapore accent, his awkwardly appropriated Brit expressions, his peculiar turns of phrase. He has a melodious voice, like he is singing every sentence, like he is happy just to speak. Once in a while he switches to Mandarin: “Wo yiqian zoulu shangxue. My school was a bit far, lah, but I liked walking with my classmates. We lived in a kampong.” Apologising, he slips into English again. We both spoke Mandarin – yes, I do Xavier proud! – but Han always feels it is unseemly to speak our mother tongue in public.

Han and I are doing the rounds. He is getting promoted, moving to head our office in Malaysia and is now taking me around to meet the important clients. Eventually, I would take most of these accounts and it pays, our manager says, to get to know them before the time comes.

“Hao da,” Han says as we reach the covered sidewalk on Cecil Street, “you can walk back to your bus stop that way. Hao mah?” He takes his arm off my shoulder and points towards a waiting shed not far from where we are standing. Suddenly he exclaims, “Aiyoh, your back is wet. Better go and catch bus before you catch cold.” He runs his hand across my back as he says this. Only then do I notice that my shirt is drenched and is sticking on my back, and when I look at him, I notice that his shirt is also wet around the shoulder. “Ha! Must bring bigger umbrella next time,” he laughs.

His face lights up as he smiles; he becomes more attractive, interesting, transforming from super accounts manager to superhero, one whose smiles hold promises and whose ripe crotch promises sighs that I still do not know for whom. I suddenly imagine the two of us, his tanned arm hooked around my shoulder, his warm breath on my face and his manly scent enveloping me as we huddle under a big umbrella to cross the monsoon soaked streets of Singapore. I instantly feel warmth towards him. My first Singaporean, I add wistfully.

“Zhe tiao jie zai nar?” I pretend not to know my way.

“Nar.” He says gently, his arm extended.

“Hen yuan mah?” I try again, desperate to sound lost.

He only smiles at me before he turns around.

As I walk towards the bus stop I look back to see him glancing back at me. He is smiling broadly. Then he continues walking towards Raffles Place where he goes to the gym. “If I didn’t have to go to the gym, I would like to drive you home. But maybe next time, we have a few more clients to see.” I remember him saying. I hold on to those words like a spell.

Acknowledgement

(The above entry is extracted from Two Lefts and a Right blog. Permission to archive entries obtained from John Chen the author)

Work it!

2011-12-01T01:02:00.000+08:00

The logic of a promotion is both ruthless and simple, I told Jonathan Tan. I deduct from the years of work here and surmised that a promotion comes with a lot of sacrifices and management never do charity. Every time I walked into the office I envisioned myself wearing a safety helmet as if the top brass will come crashing down on me. Jonathan still thinks I talk like an opportunist, when actually I’m just looking out for our own skin. Most people suck their way to the top, unfortunately not all bosses have sugar-coated dicks.

A performance by Li Xiaobing

2011-11-28T00:15:00.000+08:00

Casting memories

2011-11-24T00:36:00.000+08:00

Memories are usually cast in bytes. The reel turns as if life depended on it, and all I got was a fraction of you. Sadness is to know that you comprised of 9,800 megabytes, sadder is knowing I wanted more. I view you everyday, wishing life is bigger than the blue screen, and just hoping one day we will meet this side of the pane.

@Tears for November

2011-11-21T00:59:00.000+08:00

I urged them to consider a day in November which no one could face without crying instead. The rain, yes the rain. If heaven is weeping why can't I. You are someone radiant on those days to supplant the memories and wipe those tears the rain ignored—but there are so few such radiant days, and so many tears from sorrowed eyes. We promised each other the umbrella on those rainy days and a shoulder for the mournful head. Promise of the rain brought comfort and never will I yield to the rainbow

@Seven star love story

2011-11-16T00:50:00.000+08:00

Unlike a fairytale, we do nothing but get in each other’s way, you and me and all the others. The tale began with a wish or two whispered in neat rows and face in the same direction, heaven-ward. My thoughts float away every time I chanted a prayer in muddled prose. The unfaithful always finds it hard to climb a prayer, upward or wayward. My prayer began with a wish for a boyfriend that surpassed materialistic wants and physical limits. Possibly I got both. Possibly even more, perhaps seven inch either way.

All in ones

2011-11-11T17:49:00.000+08:00

A day of ones fall on this auspicious day, if you can call it one. I am reminded yet again the singularity of our existence. Such anagrams is not for the living, not anymore for the time being.

One of us

2011-11-08T17:47:00.000+08:00

I prayed he was one of us. The barrier was only a towel separating the modest and the untamed. It was etched on his face, though barely discernible from the dim fluorescent light in the room. A name, he has to have one. Not a fictitious moniker handled out in dark sauna rooms. I spoke mine, he dropped his towel on the floor. The silence is deafening.

The waiting game

2011-11-04T16:10:00.000+08:00

The waiting game done on a chair. It is tedious and meandering to wait. How many tenuous rays of dawn through the blinds cast pale stripes of color across my eyelids have I dodged today? Playing with light I could only muster a heavy sigh on this chair. Sleep will come and the day will catch me unaware. For now I could only wait for fragrant sleep to come or my patience runs dry.

@A world of little tomorrow

2011-11-01T11:34:00.001+08:00

Flat against the study table and just inches away from the mirror, I knew no safer, more anonymous place to be. I needed the reflection, I wanted to be near my world away from the grownups and the monsters that hid under my bed. I am already wearing my school uniform, a testament to the naivety of yesteryear. One last ritual as I entered my world, a world of little tomorrow.

The wayward soldier in Seladang camp

2011-10-30T11:18:00.000+08:00

Next I was posted to Seladang camp, which is the most happening place. Everyone was so fucking bored and we had a lot (I mean a lot) of fooling around, drivers, cook, storemen - you name it.

They were mostly mono intake but their bodies were oh so fine. One of them was a Malay guy with an 8 inch thick cut cock who loved to spoon me when we were sleeping on duty nights. There was no one else in the bunk and he will ask me to marry him, let him fuck me etc. He was too big and I didn't want to bleed so I never gave in to him but he was super horny all the time. He loved to show me his tight abs especially after he worked out so he was all sweaty and I remembered always asking him to shower first because I preferred a clean body than a sweaty one - I know ... don't ask me why.

There was 1 especially cute Malay boy who looked like he was mixed with Caucasian blood - very fine features, fair and dark mesmerizing eyebrows and long lashes and so handsome. He was very fit, 6 pecs and all. One day we were on duty together and I was reading the papers in the office. He came in and plonked himself on the sofa and told me he was aching all over.

Me: Where did you go the whole day? Didn't see you at all.

Malay boy: Played soccer in the afternoon and tennis and went running. Can u give me a massage?

Me: My dream came true! (I acted nonchalantly) Sigh, OK... turn around...

He took off his boots and laid face down on the sofa and he was in green PT shirt and No.4 pants.

I massaged his tight muscular shoulders and back and worked down his thighs and legs, taking my time.

Malay boy: You are quite good.

Being naughty, I started to focus on his butt. OMG, it was super tight and rock hard. He said he was very tired and stiff, especially his legs from all the workout that afternoon. I rubbed his inner thighs, butt and loved every minute of it.

Me: It is easier if you were to lower your pants.

I asked him to unbutton his pants and he pulled it down, revealing a very colourful cotton briefs. He didn't protest when I kept massaging his buttocks and inner thigh. I asked him to turn around so I could massage the front. When he turned around, I almost fainted. Hs cock fully tented against his those cotton briefs. He said he heard I can give good blowjob and he wanted me to suck him.

We went back to our bunk and the rest is history. And yes, I managed to finger his ass and he came in my mouth. there was no kissing but I licked every inch of him. i blowjob him 2 more times after that and felt incredible. He was straight and last I heard he got married, grew a beard.

The wayward soldier in Seletar camp

2011-10-28T11:00:00.006+08:00

When I was in army, there was a lot of stuff happening. I am not boasting, but all the guys I made out with were straight and they were just horny. I can be quite active - I would approach the cute guy and tease him and this is usually how it starts.

When I was still a recruit, there was a cute guy in my platoon. We sleep in the same room. He had a nice fit body but the face was so-so. I thought he looked really naive / dumb. Anyway, at night when everyone else was asleep, I went to disturb him. He woke up and tried to resist but I continued to rub his dick until it was hard and sucked him off till he came in my mouth. after that we both pretended nothing happened.

Subsequently, I was posted to MT line, I had a fellow trainee who was indian. We were training in Seletar camp, he was lean and cute. One afternoon after lunch he went to the nearby toilet to pee in a cubicle without closing the door. I followed him into the cubicle and taunted him - why so shy not using urinal?

Indian boy : Dont disturb la - I am peeing--

Me : I wanna disturb - cannot issit?

Indian boy: You disturb me and I cannot pee!

Me: Good -then dont pee - I am gonna make you hard. Come, let me hold it for you.

Indian boy: Dont disturb la - (he started laughing but didnt move my hands away)

Me: (I was holding his cock now, when he finished peeing and I pulled back the foreskin) You have to clean this to be fresh.

I started to jerk him and he got hard very fast. the cock head was all red and his cock had dark skin and curly pubes. I closed the door and he turned around and I sucked him a little - could taste some pee. Disgusted, I stood up, pulled up his shirt to expose his lean hairless body and sucked his nipple. he came and we left the cubicle, again pretending nothing happened.

Requiem at Redhill, Singapore

2011-10-21T10:52:00.001+08:00

To cut a long story short, we had a hot 3-way for the next 2.5 hours. A brief sequence of events: A fucked me, I fucked B, A fucked me again. All 3 cummed. Then A went to bed. B and I started kissing and fondling again. Then I fucked B a second time. Suddenly, A came out from nowhere and sat there watching us. With his encouragement, I fucked B a third time. While I was doing that, A put his mouth over B's dick. During the pounding, B cummed into A's mouth. Not a drop of leakage. Then A emptied the cum from his mouth on to B's anus to provide further lubrication while I finished my last few strokes and exploded into my condom. After which, B just fell asleep on spot due to his fatigue. A told me he would occasionally invite different guys to let his boyfriend try new experiences.

Requiem at Redhill, Singapore

2011-10-16T10:02:00.003+08:00

I met this guy (let's call him A) at the pool at around 7 pm and we just had a quick hand job in the toilet cubicle. He is in his late 20s with a lean toned bod and a 6" dick. After we went outside for a drink, he asked me whether I would be free in the evening to come to his place. He said his boyfriend would be back from work late and would like to have a 3-some to de-stress from work. So I agreed and went on to do my own stuff. At 10 pm, I went to his place. A neat gay couple apartment at Redhill. After a while, his boyfriend (B) came back in office wear. Apparently, he works as an accountant and has to work late often. He looks to be in his mid-20s. He is short and boyish with perfect complexion. His office shirt was fitting and pants was even tighter still. Obvious bulge at the front and bubble butt at the back. He looked visibly tired but was pleasantly surprised at what his boyfriend had arranged for him as a Friday night gift. We both stripped off his office wear in 1 minute and kissed and licked him all over, despite the slight odour from a full day at the office. I discovered that he wasn't wearing any undies beneath that pair of tight office pants.

Cont...

Jason's college act

2011-10-13T10:43:00.003+08:00

I am still studying in Sunway College and if you can see I am having a little fun by my study desk. For inspiration, I have been watching your blog and I must thank you for putting up all the videos for some of your lucky bloggers. It's good to know that your blog remains fairly hidden which gives anonymous guys like us an opportunity to indulge in a little fun.

Thank you once again, hope you like my video.

Jason Tan

2 xist and 2 cum

2011-10-09T00:27:00.002+08:00

Another underwear soiled...

Topping Dan the Asian Hunk

2011-10-06T00:15:00.004+08:00

All that jazz and jizz

2011-10-04T01:25:00.003+08:00

Those soft white cotton panties is all I could remember on him before they were soaked in a torrent of jizz. Yes, Eugene will dance to his own jazzy rhythm before breaking his dam. Those memories of him, of us and the ultimate betrayal of trust.

And yet I love him, always have...

Your Princess,

Soffi

The cummings of Eugene Chee

2011-10-02T17:37:00.003+08:00

Too much gay sex gets boring. When Soffi Wong's disgruntled sex life gets a public view and Eugene Chee thong wearing comes to a spunky end, I was immediately hooked. No more hunky bods and luscious Asian boys for the time being while I soaked up Eugene's cum, in spurt loads no less.

More to cum!

For the love of Eugene Chee

2011-10-01T16:59:00.001+08:00

I have known Eugene Chee for sometime through friends from the banking industry in Kota Kinabalu. All through our relationship he promised me love and marriage although I knew he was married to Sharon Lim. Sharon is a mutual colleague at Alliance Bank in Inanam.

I don't know why I stayed with him throughout these years. Perhaps sex was too good nothwithstanding he got's a relatively short but thick penis. He satisfied me on a different level as compared to my other lovers and sex was so kinky. He will wear my sexy undies and masturbates over them. Somehow this turned me on so much I will climaxed on my own. We always have unprotected sex and he is the only lover that could literally fill my love hole.

We will always filmed our love making and he will boast his ability to cum several times in a session. The amount of cum will literally put any men to shame. Do I still love him despite his cheating ways?

The answer will always be in my heart.

Love,

Soffi Wong

One for August

2011-08-28T16:40:00.001+08:00

I knew him from one of those webcam sites. Korean by ancestry, young and articulate. Well-endowed by Korean standards. I do love his thighs, thick and chunky and such an adorable face.

I will be pining for kimchi from now on...

Another afternoon

2011-08-23T01:04:00.003+08:00

Brian Low of Singapore sent me this earlier. He is practically holed up in his room slogging through his studies when he chanced upon my blog. As gratitude, he sent me his video of appreciation.

How sweet.

A jerk above

2011-08-21T01:00:00.002+08:00

An over accomplishment of sort when one flies over your head. If you can paint with your dick that would be an accomplishment too.

Toilet break

2011-08-17T00:53:00.002+08:00

It was payday, so I was already in a good mood when I left the office,
but something that happened on the way home really put me in good spirits.
I take the red line downtown from Raffles Station, and today,
while I was running for the train, I happened to notice the train station
rest-room was open. Well, well, well, I thought, let's go check this out!
There weren't many people inside when I walked in, but from the way
they were all standing around, I knew the former reputation of this place
as an active tea-room was still deserved.

I did my usual shtick of standing at the urinal until the others knew
I was "cool," but was surprised when, even after a few minutes, nothing
happened. Usually, as soon as the guys see a new-comer is there for the
same thing they are, they loosen up and the action starts. Not this time,
though.

I was all set to write the place off as a loss and head home, when the
door swung open, and in walked three obviously straight mediterranean-type
guys. I figured I'd at least get a look at some straight meat if I waited
a minute, so I hung out and just sort-of looked out of the corner of my eye
at the urinal next to me.
As things turned out, the three "obviously" straight guys weren't as
straight as I first thought. That was made clear when I noticed one of
them reaching over massaging the bulge between one of the original guy's
legs.

Hmmmm....

With the cat out of the bag, so to speak, I started pulling on my
prong with renewed vigor, and one of them came over and stood next to me.
He was about 19, handsome, with just a hint of stubble on his face. Brown
curly hair, brown eyes, tight body, and, as I saw when he whipped out his
dick, a decent-sized piece of meat. He stood about a foot away from the
urinal, half turned toward me, and started jacking off.
I half-turned to face him, just in time to see the third guy disappear
into a stall. From what I could see (the angle wasn't so great), he was
getting sucked off by the oriental kid that had been in there before. From
the way he was bucking his hips, he must have been hot and the kid must
have been good, too!

The second guy was still over in the corner feeling up (and getting
felt up), by a guy who looked like a younger version of OJ Simpson. He was
pretty hot himself, almost a clone to the one standing by me jacking off,
and the way they were rubbing each other's cock bulges, it looked like they
were both turning each other on about the same.

Either feast or famine, I said to myself, and turned around to devote
my full attention to the guy that had taken a liking to me. His dick was
about the same size as mine, but the pair of furry balls he'd hefted out of
his button-fly jeans were truly awesome...I couldn't resist; I reached over
and grabbed ahold of them.

He seemed to have been waiting for a signal like that. He moved a
little closer to me and grabbed my hard cock. He was a little rough, but
it felt good, having this young guy pull my dick. I decided to return the
favor, and grabbed his dick, also moving a little closer to him.

There we stood, just about dick-to-dick, jerking each other off. His
was real thick, and I started to get off on it - the fact that he was
jerking my cock hard and fast didn't hurt either! Every move he made, I
matched, one for one. Same speed, same grip. We were so close, I could
feel his warm breath on my face - and that warm breath was getting heavier.
This all got me real hot, real fast. I HAD to come... I said to him,
"I'm gonna come," and with that, he dropped my dick. I dropped his, too,
and grabbed mine, using real long, hard strokes. He started fisting his,
too, and we stood there, in front of the urinals, staring right at each
other, his dick and mine almost touching, our fists colliding every other
stroke or so. He started sucking in air, and his eyes started to get
lidded over. He turned back to the urinal, and I looked down in time to
see him cream, right onto the white porcelain. He thrust his hips toward
the thing, and stroked his cock real gently while he was coming.
Needless to say, that set me off, and I followed his example, shooting
a couple of good blasts of come into the urinal, watching him milk the last
few drops from his cock.

Then came the weirdest part. Almost as if there was a pre-arranged
signal, the three guys put themselves back together (and I still don't know
if the other two got off or not), and left. Just like that! It was one of
the strangest things I'd ever seen. Guys like that usually don't travel in
groups.

But hell, it was fun!

@An Act of Two

2011-08-14T00:37:00.003+08:00

He’s not always easy to meet. I can be fantasizing about him on my bed on a rainy day with the radio playing and eating a KitKat, and when the thunder cracks, I know he will be gone. It will looked like I’m eating the KitKat myself, split into two and talking to the radio. And just like that he’s melted into the wet sticky world I conjured myself. A good thing really because reality would broom stick me with vigor if I knew these wayward thoughts had their way.

Just Giordano

2011-08-11T23:50:00.003+08:00

I know he will be wearing the Giordano. Any underwear would cover his small cock. He knew my interest was waning when he pulled it up and left without looking back.

Rain Diaries - Keybox Sauna

2011-08-09T14:16:00.003+08:00

About 3 weeks ago I decided go to Keybox Sauna and see what fun I could have. I paid about SGD20 as I was not a member, got undressed and wrapped my towel around my waist, and went looking for the open shower. As I finished my shower I dried myself and walked over to the sauna and walked inside and carried on drying myself. I tried to see who was inside but it's too damn dark, although I could make out a few bodies. I walked over and sat down, with my towel around my neck. I must have sat there for about 5 mines when I felt a hand on my leg. The hand started to move up my leg towards my hard cock, when the hand reached my cock; he moved his fingers around it and gave it a light squeeze. I put my hand on his cock and found it to be a small hard cock.then I heard a whisper in my ear, like to go to a room, ok I said. I follow him out of the steam room and looked at him and found him to be about 30-ish, he was slim and tall and nice to look at. He looked down at my cock as I did the same, nice cock, yours is nice as well. I followed him down the hallway and watched as he enters a room, I shut the door behind me and locked as well. I laid my towel down on the mattress and took his cock into my hand, I started to stroke it with one hand and play with his balls with the other. he started to moan and I knelt down on my knees and put his hard cock into my mouth and started to suck his cock slowly and then started to move my mouth down his cock towards his pubes.ohhh yes that feels nice, keep going ohh yes. I started to move my head up and down when he said stop I want to suck your cock.lay down on the towel, I moved my body onto the towel and heput his hand around my cock and moved his mouth over the top of it and licked my head taking some of my precum with his tongue, he then moved his mouth down the length of my cock until I could feel his lips touching my pubes. He started to move his mouth up and down the length of my cockpit started to moan and move my cock deeper into his mouth.He started to move his hand down to my balls and felt they were smooth, as I shave them all the time. He carried on moving his hand down towards my hole; I felt his finger touch my hole and moved it around and around touching me lightly as he went. I felted his finger start to push its way into my hole as I spread my legs further apart to give him more room to get to my hole. His finger pushed its way into my hole and moved it further into so I could feel his hand on my ass.

He took his mouth off my cock and asked me if I was a top or bottom, bottom I replyed.he moved his finger out of my hole And squeeze some lubed into my ass and move his finger back inside and moved it back and forward, then I felt another finger move into my ass and both started to move in and out. After a few minutes he took both fingers out and reached for a condom and opened it and slowly moved it over his hard cock and then put some lubed over the condom. I moved my body around to place it over the edge of the mattress so my ass was easy to reach. I moved my legs apart and lifted them off the mattress and gripped the back of my knees so it was easy for to reach my ass hole I then felted the head of his cock trying to push his way into my hole. When he had lined it up I felted his cock start to push its way in so I pushed my ass towards his cock to make it easy for him. Then I was in me and he stopped and asked if I was ok, yes its feels fine. Then he started to push his cock further into my hole and slowly move it back out, then push further into me until I could feel his pubes on my ass.

He stopped for a second or two and slowly move back out and then started to move back in so he was picking up speed.I was starting to feel fine I love getting fucked by a nice cock ,this was going on for about 3-4 mins when I heard him say shit,whats wrong I asked looking at him ,my cock is starting to loose its hardness sometimes it does. Can you get hard again, sometimes it will and other times it goes soft.fuck I was looking forward to get fucked by this guy as his cock was just the right size for me. I said to him take off your condom and rub your cock over my asshole thinking that you going to fuck me bareback. He started to remove the condom off his cock and spread some lube over it and then move it around my ass, mmm he said its working my cock is getting harder, I then felted the head of his cock on my hole I just pushed my ass back and felted his cock move into my ass, I asked him please don't cum inside me, ok he said .I mean it, you will be a sorry if you do. Don't worry I won't cum inside you I promise. Then he started to fuck me with faster movements, in and out he went faster and faster he pushed his cock into me. I was enjoying the feeling of a naked cock in me I reached down between my legs and felted his cock in my ass. I could feel his cock moving in and out of my ass, I started to like this feeling of getting fucked bareback, yes keep it up mmm I moaned out load, like it do you, yes I do this is the first time I have been fucked without a condom and it feels just great. He just carried on fucking me hard and faster, I getting close he said, then I felt his cock pull out of my ass and then felt his cum all over my cock and balls as he shot load after load over me, he just kepted on pumping his cock as he cum again and again. Man that was the best cum I had in ages he said as he picked up his towel and started to wipe his cum off his cock, he reached over and grabbed some paper towels and passed them to me and I started to clean his cum off my body. After I finished cleaning myself he started to lay his towel on the mattress and then climbed on it and layed down and asked if I enjoyed it, yes it was just great as he reached for my cock and started to stroke me. He started to pick up speed moving his hand faster and faster.

I started to fuck back as his hand was moving over my cock ohhh yes I cried as I shot my load over my stomach as he kepted on moving his hand as I came all over myself, I moved his hand off my cock and said thanks I needed that. I cleaned myself up and threw the paper towels into the bin near by. My name is Allen what's yours, sorry my name is john, nice to meet you he said. We must do this again some day soon, yes that would be nice. I asked him what nights does he come here usely Fridays or Saturdays? Well I could meet up with you next Friday say around 7pm if that's ok with you, yes that would be great he said. so we both got up and wrapped our towels around our bodies and open the door and moved towards the showers, I climbed under the shower and washed my body and clean my cum and his off me, see you next week john,ok then see you as I walked into the sauna to dry off. I left the sauna and got dressed and went home and had good sleep thinking about what I did.

@The little red riding thong

2011-08-06T13:12:00.007+08:00

Life may be a little shorter than the red pair he is wearing. I did not bother with the sloppy narrative, but there you are, if you want to be honest, stuck with what is. With no satisfaction, I’d gotten him to confess. He gave his all forgiving smile as if his life depended on it, I barely raised my guard from his charms. He retaliated with the flashing of his bum and planted random kisses into the air. Silliness will not save him this time but I am bought. That's what love will do to you and he does look so good in that little red thong.

Love, life,lust in Singapore - Part III

2011-08-03T17:52:00.002+08:00

During the year-end school break, I again stayed at granny's for 2 weeks. Three days into the break, Mr Johnson invited me over to his house for a movie and this time granny could not decline the invitation. So after dinner and a good wash, granny dressed me in new clean set of clothings and I was off to Mr Johnson's for the movie.

I was expecting the neighbourhood's boys to be there, but I was wrong. There was only me and Mr Johnson who welcomed me wearing only a bathrobe. His wife and daughter had gone home to visit relatives and his son was out partying with friends and was expected home late. He sat me down on a nice soft sofa in front of a large screen. The movie was good - cartoons - which every young lad would enjoy. He was a generous host too; serving me cordial, ice-cream and cookies. Stuff I don't get to eat at home. Halfway through the movie, the images on the screen sought of started to flicker and new images started forming. What appeared then shocked me no ends. A Caucasian penis of immense dimensions was driven in and out a tiny Asian mouth, huge globs of saliva sliding down the sides of his chins. I was immediately captivated by the scenes and my interest was clearly evident by the small mound that showed through my cotton pants. Mr Johnson sat on his armchair quietly watching me then slowly let his bathrobe opened up exposing his huge erect cock. He walked towards me and placing the tip of his cock at my mouth, pushed my head towards his groin. Instinctively I opened my mouth and had the first taste of a European cock. It tasted different, the penis though fully erect lacked the hardness of the Chinese
men that I have had. But the girth was much larger. Suddenly, the front door opened and in walked his son, Harry. "What in heavens is happening here, dad?" he squealed. Mr Johnson quickly stuffed his rampant cock under his bathrobe and I was politely asked to leave the house. I had no idea what transpired after that.

But a few days later, I happened to bump into Harry again while making my way to the local market. He seemed embarrassed to see me, but I made the first move of greeting him with a cheerful 'good morning' - the English style. He hastily apologized to me for his father's behaviour and made me promise to keep it a secret especially from his mother. I naturally agreed. He heaved a sigh of relief and with his arms over my shoulder we walked together down the quiet lane towards the market. Then out of the blue he asked if I enjoyed what his father made me do. I coyly nodded my head and he laughed. On the reaching the main road, we parted ways and I was not to see him again until the following week ...

at the swimming pool. This time he was already in the shower when I arrived and strangely he didn't try to hide from me. We talked as we showered and then he asked whether his manhood was as big as his father's. I asked if he was weird and he said he was only curious. I replied that I couldn't tell since he was not erect. Then he asked if I like to follow him home cause no one was in that afternoon. I gladly give my swimming a miss and followed him home. He brought me to his bedroom and locked the door behind us. Then he took off his clothing and sitting on the edge of
his bed starting to stroke his cock until it became real hard. Then he asked me again whether his was as big or bigger than his dad's. I thought his was larger. Then he asked if his was harder too. I reached for his huge cock and fondled it for a while then told him that his was not only bigger but harder, just like the Asian men that I have had before. He asked me about my experiences with the other Asian men and as I related the stories, he sat on his bed stroking his cock until his swollen head was coated with precum.

He asked whether I like to taste his precum. I flicked my tongue across his piss hold and tasted his precum. Then he continued masturbating himself as I watched. Suddenly he started to groan and without any warning, shot a geyser of hot spunk all over his chest. Strangely, his cock just wouldn't get soft after his orgasm. Instead, he came towards me and placing his still rampant cock in front of my face, he whispered to me to suck him. Enveloping my young small lips around his cockhead, I began sucking his cock and licking his cockhead with the tongue. Within less than a minute he shot a second load of cum into my mouth. As if feeling guilty he apologized to me for his rash behaviour. It was a pity but I never got to taste Harry's big cock again after that incident. Everytime we meet I could see the hunger in his eyes but he just wouldn't give in to the temptation. Only once, some years later, he let me watch him wank himself crazy at the swimming pool toilet.

Dear John,

2011-08-01T13:06:00.003+08:00

When we meet, when he comes through my door, the lust in his eyes, we both know the score. And then without word, we thrill in the art of undress, soon I feel his press mine, and feel it rising, rising upwards all the time.- I glance down to see his treasure, soon my hand is full of him and his mine, loving it, feeing it all the time.

So good, so electric being with John, everything seems so right and never ever wrong. Our inter-racial love or lust for that matter knows no bound. Soon we are both full, as full as can be, I squeeze his and he squeezes me. We look close into each others eyes, into our very souls, as we massage and discover, reaching for our goals. I sink to my knees, my hands sliding down his sides as I do, feeling with my palms the ecstasy of his body, the feel of his thighs, he parts for me, I hear his sighs, my hand cups and fondles there, they are indeed a wonderful pair. His cock is hard as hard can be, I love the scent , just right for me. I find the level, brush my lips so gently teasing, feeling his jewel like silk against my tongue, soon the taste oozes out, the re-cum of his fuck, and I thrill and quiver to feel his response to my deep suck.

"Don't ever stop that, Baby" John whispers to me. And he knowing me, knows that is most unlikely. For I cherish him, like he is my Adonis, with him I know I am always on a promise.With him I take it slow, suck and tease a little, taste and rim to get the true charisma of him, and soon I ache for the feel of him inside me, he knows now just how I thrill and adore him there, he pulls me upwards, turns me, and bends me over a chair, then I feel his head work firmly there, giving me what I have just given him, except from behind, enjoying the absolute thrill as I smother him in arsehole balls and cock, wriggle my arse until he throbs like a rock.

The time has come, he can hold back now more, he bends to me, presses his cock against my rim, feeling the width the bulk of him, and when he thrusts so deeply inside, he moves to try things new never tried, his cock so rich so true, I just love al the things he wants to do, he fucks me bare back, pivots me around the room, he fucks me up like he is pumping a balloon, turns me round again and scissors me, I feel his cock riveting me, fucking and fucking me.

We both discover the heaven of our fuck nearly at its waterloo, and when we both cum we simply collapse completely through.

Oh! To be with John...

Love, life, lust in Singapore

2011-07-29T17:40:00.000+08:00

That same evening I saw Mr Johnson out at the front gate. I greeted him
politely and gave him a naughty grin. He smiled back and gave me some
chocolates and commented that I was a fine young lad. Smacking me on my
ass, he asked if I like to watch some movies. I wished I could but of
course I had to politely decline his kind offer. We were taught from young
to be extra cautious with our manners in the presence of foreigners. When
he saw my Granny coming for me, he told her that I was a nice and polite
boy and that he really like to show me some movies. My Granny deferred his
invitation politely and that was it.

However, my interest laid not with Mr Johnson but with his son, Harry. To
think of it, Harry did resemble the present-day Prince Andrew. He played
hockey, had a muscular body and was always sporting a huge bulge between
his legs. I often thought about Harry's dick. And I was rewarded one day
when my swimmer cousin brought me to the local pool and Harry happened to
be there too. I was taking my first swimming lesson and did not prove to
be the best student. My cousin soon grew tired of tutoring me and left me
on my own with my float. All the time, Harry was doing laps in the adult
pool while I watched and fantasized about his naked body. As soon as Harry
got out of the pool and headed for the showers, I trailed him. At our
local pools, there were shower roses all lined up against 3 walls in a
large square compartment quite out of view from the rest of the bathroom
complex. Harry stood under the shower with his trunks on but they were
pulled quite low down to expose bushy blonde pubic hair. I stood 2 spaces
from him and was lavishing on the beautiful sight. When he had soaped the
rest of his body, he pulled down his trunks and started soaping his groin.
As he soaped, his penis slowly increased in length and girth until finally
it was semi-erect. Even though it was not fully erect, it was fatter than
his father's and not shorter then 7ins with a cockhead that looked like the
sharp spear of an asparagus. I kept staring at his prick making him rather
self-conscious. He quickly finished rinsing himself then wrapped a towel
around his hips and headed for the WC cubicle. I was disappointed but out
of curiosity, I entered the cubicle next to him and peeped through one of
the many holes that have been drilled through the dividing wooden wall. Lo
and behold, he was wanking away on his now fully erect 11ins cock. Younger
but his endowment far surpassed his father's. I watched him masturbating
until he shot his cum into the toilet bowl. He flushed, left the cubicle
and went straight under the shower to rinse off any evidence of cum on his
body. I followed him and stood beside him watching him rolling the
foreskin all the way back to expose some residual cum oozing out of his
cock head. He was embarrassed but there was nothing he could do about it.
He washed and stood under the cold shower until his cock returned to its
normal size. He dried himself, put on his clothing and left me there
wondering how I could lay my hands on Harry's gigantic dick. But that's
another story altogether!!!

Love, life, lust in Singapore - Part II

2011-07-24T17:21:00.000+08:00

After I experienced my first orgasm, I was so hooked on the habit, I masturbated everyday and sometimes as many as 2-3 times. During the school holidays, we often visited Granny who worked as an amah for a British military personnel. Granny's boss was single, tall and handsome, fair skinned with wavy hair and always very cheerful. The neighbouring house was occupied by Mr Johnson, a huge burly Briton who had the loveliest wife, 2 teenage daughters and a 22yo son. The servants quarters were always sited right behind the main house and are erected back to back with one another. One morning I was asked to collect eggs. Where our chicken coop was situated was the original bathing area of the servants (which was relocated to the other side of Granny's quarters, out of view from the main house).

While collecting eggs, I was distracted by the sound of water and knew that the neighbor's servant was having his morning bath. There were some holes in the zinc fence. Peeping through one of them, I espied the houseboy, 15yo Syed, completely naked squatting on the cemented floor soaping his tanned body. When his hands reached his crotch, it remained there for an inordinately long time. At first I could not see much but when he stood up, I saw him in his full glory - all 6ins of brown meat as hard as rock. He was circumcised and his cockhead was red like a tomato. He had some hair at the base of his penis and his ball sac hung low. Slowly he brought his right hand to his cock and began stroking it in a slow motion, occasionally his left hand would go below his scrotum and touched his arsehole. He was so immersed in his own pleasure that he did not realized someone coming from behind him. But of course I could see our neighbor, 53yo hefty and bearded Mr Johnson, slowly creeping up towards him. Without warning, he grabbed Syed from behind with one hand clutching tightly on his hard rod. After a few tugging, Syed shot loads after loads of hot semen onto the cemented floor, some of which splashed onto the zince fence causing little thuds which were audible to my ears.

Then the intruder made Syed kneel in front of him and pushed his face against his fully clothed bulging groin. He made Syed strip him of his tennis shorts to reveal white jockey shorts - pristine except for one single blotch of pre-cum at the front near to the top of the elastic band. I could see clearly the outline of his erection straining against the tightness of his underwear. He continued to rub his groin against Syed's face. Suddenly, he pulled down his underwear to reveal the longest penis I have ever seen - a good 10ins long but very thin with a large purplish bulbous head. There was a trickle of pre-cum which hung all the way to the cemented floor from the tip of his cockhead. He made Syded suck his long cock and kept pushing until at least 2/3 of the full length was inside Syed's mouth. Poor Syed didn't seem to be enjoying himself - more like he was choking on this snake-like cock.

After some time, he pushed Syed onto the floor - pulling his legs wide apart and placing them over his shoulders, he did something that shocked me beyond belief. He was pushing that long snake of a cock into Syed's arsehole. My jaws dropped cause, up to then, I had not heard, seen or experience anal sex. But something told me that was enjoyable and I just kept on watching. My own cock became fully erect at the moment when I saw the full 10ins entered Syed. He was thrashing away at Syed arse when I heard him making loud noises and then he collapsed over Syed almost
crushing the poor lad under his weight. Then he took some dollar notes and gave them to Syed. I was mesmerized. After giving the eggs to my 2nd Auntie, I rushed into my cousin's bedroom, shut the door and laid there on bed fondling my erection until I came real heavy duty.

Love, life, lust in Singapore

2011-07-16T14:12:00.008+08:00

When I was young we lived in a crowded apartment block in old Chinatown, Singapore. As the rooms were often small and crammed, most of the older men slept along the corridor way where it is breezier and more comfortable. I must add that it was the fashion in the 60s for Chinese men to wear light baggy cotton shorts with draw-strings when they slept - and these double up as their underwear by day. I normally left home by 6.15am to get to school and as I walked down the corridor I would take a lingering peek at all the men with their hardons causing their cotton shorts to be tented. Because I did not want to be late for school I never stopped to do more.

On the first day of the school break when I was about 8 years old, I woke
as usual and offered to go down to the market to buy breakfast. Instead of
walking straight down the stairs (we were on 4th level), I navigated
through all 4 levels so that I could observe the different men sleeping
along corridors of the different level. Mostly were men over 40s but I
mentally noted that on the level below mine, there was a young men in his
early 20s, and on level 2 there were at least 4 men below 40years.

The next morning I again offered to buy breakfast and as I was approaching
level 3 I saw that the man in his 20s has his blanket uncovered exposing a
naked body with tight-fitting bikini jockey shorts unlike the other men in
baggy draw-string shorts. There was a very large bulge from a distance - I
walked nearer and saw that he was sporting a massive erection which was
easily visible through the thin cotton material. I felt a surge of warmth
coming over me and not knowing what became of me, I stopped by his bed and stood there and stared at the huge bulge. Something said to me to reach out and touch it. But fear kept me from doing that. Suddenly he opened his eyes and dreamily asked if he could help me. I couldn't respond but just stood there staring - he noticed and just smiled and started to fondle his massive erection through his underwear. Smiling at me, he asked if I had my first hardon. I didn't understand and just stood there dumbfounded. Then he asked if I liked to see it. Before I could answer, he led me to the communal toilet and pushing me into one of the cubicles, he started to pull down his underwear exposing the most beautiful cock I have ever seen -
fully erect at about 6ins and a nice sac with soft down covering it, there
was a mesh of thick curly hair at the base of this erection. I have seen
other men's cock in the communal shower room, and they were usually flaccid
or in semi-erection. None of those I have seen compared with this which
stood not more than a foot away from me. Instinctively I held out my hand
and touched it. It felt good and before I knew it I was stroking it. Then
he turned me around and placing his cock against the smooth back, started
to hump away until I could feel his hard breathing and all of a sudden,
felt a rush of hot liquid against my back. At that time, I didn't know what that was but he was a good man and took his handkerchief and wiped me dry before letting me go. That was my first sexual experience with one of my neighbours. Later I was to learn that he was a young police officer. I had sex with him a few more times before he got married to a young Chinese girl from a family down the street.

With the passing days I got bolder. On the second level there were at 3
guys below 40years that I fancied. One late morning, when all the other
folks have gone off to work, there was just this one lad lazing on his
makeshift bed. I approached him and said hi. He was stunned and quickly
took his hands away from under his shorts. I smiled and said it was okay
cause I have seen many of the other men doing it too. He asked if I knew
what he was at and I replied nonchalantly that he was masturbating. He laughed that a young lad like me knew so much. Then we started talking he told me he was missing his wife who has gone back home to be with his wife for a while because she is pregnant. Our conversation strayed into more interesting topics and he was teaching me about the birds and bees. I started asking about how different an adult man was from me. I described what I have seen of the men in the communal shower and how some of them sported semi-erection. He asked if I liked to go in his flat so he could get more comfortable. On entering his flat, he stripped off his shorts to reveal a very fat 3ins cock softly lying over large balls covered in thick hair. His body and legs were also very hairy unlike most Chinese men. Then he walked towards me and showed me his public hair and explained to me that I too will have hair when I grew up. I exclaimed that his soft cock was much large than mine. He allowed me to touch his fat cock and I pulled his foreskin all the way back. This seem to have an effect on him as his cock became harder and harder until it was pointing 45deg from his belly. He mumbled something like for me not to stop (and I wasn't going to stop anyway as I was enjoying it too much). I think I must have stroked him for a long time until he shot his creamy cum all over my face. I was shocked but he explained to me that this was sperm which made babies. For that whole month, I was in his flat every morning to give him a handjob.

I did not get to suck a cock until many years later when I was 11yo. It happened in the communal shower room one hot afternoon. Normally, Chinese men took showers either early in the morning before work or late evening when they returned from work. That afternoon I was using the WC and when I came out of it, there was a middle-aged man about 45-50years taking a shower. He was squatting on the floor and scrubbing himself. When he saw me he offered to pay me 50cents if I could help him scrub his back. I agreed. When I finished his back, he asked if I could do the rest of his body which I readily did. When I was done with his body, hands, legs and
thighs I hesitated whether to proceed with his groin. I realised that as I scrubbed his thighs, his cock was gaining strength and by the time I
finished, it was all hard and dripping with pre-cum. He smiled at me and
asked me to continue my job. So my little hands caught hold of his
throbbing cock and started massaging the soap all around it. After I had
rinsed it clean, it was still hard, he pushed my head towards it and placed
the cockhead on my lips. I was frightened and wanted to run off. He caught hold of me and standing before me, pushed the back of my head so that my mouth was on his cock once more. It felt nice and warm and instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed his 8.5ins cock into my mouth persuaded me to suck on it which I did. I was beginning to enjoy it so much I couldn't let go of it even when he started spurting his hot cream down my throat. It was such fun that many times later on in my teens I
would bring myself to orgasm thinking about his 8.5ins cock and the feeling of it throbbing in my mouth as his man juice slided down my throat.

At 12, I achieved my first orgasm which made me real proud. It was the
Chinese New Year holidays and everyone visited Granny. We stayed the night
cause after all the celebrations, it was too late for us to go home. The
next day when the adults were busy playing mahjong in the main hall, I went
with 3 of my cousins, all older than me to bathroom for our morning
rituals. I saw my oldest cousin {then 26yo} taking his penis out of his
pajama trousers unabashly and started to urinate. Then my 2nd cousin who
was only 19 and another also about 17 did the same and finally it was my
turn. They all saw my tiny prick and started joking about it. We brushed
our teeth then proceeded for breakfast. Later that morning I saw my 26yo
cousin heading towards the bathroom. I followed him and when I entered he
was stark naked and standing under the shower. I pretended that I needed
to pee so I stood over the Wc and tried hard to pee. At the same time I
wsa admiring his beautiful athletic body (forgot to mention that he was a
national swimmer). He saw me watching and asked me why. I said I like his
body and wish I had his built including the size of his cock which was a
good 5ins when soft. He felt flattered and allowed me to sit and watch as
he took his shower. As he was soaping his groin, his cock started to grow
in size and pretty soon it was fully erect at 7ins - a very good size
compared to many Asian men. Then he asked if I could leave him alone and I
questioned him why. He said he needed to do something important but it had
to be done in private. I teased him about wanting to jack off. He was
surprised that I knew about such things and asked me how I knew. I told
him about my experiences in my block of flats. He got so horny he was
wanking himself as he listened to my stories. Then he suddenly took my
hands and put it on his cock. I held his majestic cock and started to
caress it and before long I had it in my mouth and was sucking on it for
only a minute when he started to tremble and shot his first spurt of cum in
my mouth. He took his cock out from me, and continued to pump away on his
cock shooting loads after loads of cum all over the bathroom floor. After
that, he asked me whether I had ever had an orgasm. I told him I felt good
when once a classmate stroke me but there was no cum. Then he taught me
the right was to masturbate myself and I was actually pumping my small
hardon in his presence until I shot, for the first time, a small gush of
cum which landed on his leg. He laughed, washed himself clean and left the
bathroom. Today, my cousin is happily married with 3 grown-up children and
is a successful top lawyer in Singapore.

Wet William Feng

2011-07-11T13:40:00.002+08:00

A nude picture of actor William Feng ShaoFeng a.k.a Feng Wei has been making its rounds online, although the Chinese actor has denied it is of him.

The 32-year-old was claimed to have taken the picture himself and it was uploaded by his gay lover, as claimed by netizens.

His manager Ms Liang, however, insisted the photo was not him.

She claimed the man who took the photo has explained the misunderstanding on his microblog and she reminded the public not to be fooled.

His manager also said: "I did some searching around myself and discovered that the .jpg originated from Jeff Lee's Sina Weibo (China's version of Twitter)."

According to Tomato Network on May Daily website, the photo was published in a Nanjing-based newspaper last month and Jeff Lee had informed a companion in a microblog message stating: "I've never been in a newspaper and my first time is for a naked photo. How sad!"

His manager was also reported saying with a smile on her face: "I don't think this will do William's popularity any harm. He's got tonnes of gay fans and for good reason - he's a hunk!"

Moments with Krad

2011-07-07T11:43:00.003+08:00

Another hot Asian guy from San Francisco. Love his slim bod and nice cock. I am so glad I got to know him.

Edward Gunawan again!

2011-07-05T00:49:00.000+08:00

If and when Paul paints again

2011-07-04T13:29:00.003+08:00

I like the way Paul paints. Though it's always multiple strokes of the same brush, the fluidity of the paint never runs dry. I yearn for the day Paul paints again.

Let the stroke of the brush dance one more time.

Anexus with love

2011-07-03T13:36:00.001+08:00

Just want to share how much we enjoyed your blog. Here am I fucking my boyfriend somewhere on this lonely island.

Love

Anexus Tan

Golden Mile Revisited

2011-07-01T12:54:00.005+08:00

I love glory holes. For me, they are the gateway to exciting adventures. The best time I ever had was a gloryhole in Singapore. There were a few wooden walled cubicles in the room, and the center one was available. I pulled down my pants, sat on the crapper and went to work whacking on my woody. Then I took the time to I looked around and noticed that on either side of me were large holes at about waist height. Over the one on my right was scrawled "For a blow job, show a hard on." I kept jerking off when an eye appeared in the hole. It was replaced by a mouth, and a hoarse whisper said: "Let me suck your pecker, kid." I was so turned on, I didn't think twice, but shoved my fat dick into the waiting mouth.

I was holding on the top of the partition and banging my hips against the hole. The mouth swallowed my entire cock, and used his tongue and throat muscles on me to drive me crazy. Soon I was hissing: "I'm gonna fucking cum, man!" and he sucked harder. I blasted a massive load into his sucking mouth, and he licked every drop off.

I slumped to the seat, exhausted. I noticed an eye in the other hole, and could hear the sounds of a man pounding his pud in that stall. Knowing someone had gotten turned on watching me fuck the other man's face really thrilled me. Then the hoarse whisper said: "Now, it's your turn to suck my pecker, kid, right?"

He whispered: "Chew on the skin, kid. That fucking turns me on." and I did as I was told. I loved it as much as his moans told me HE loved it. I slobbered spit on my hand, and used it to jerk the part that I couldn't fit in my mouth, while I tried to use my tongue the way Sam had used his on me. I must have been doing something right, because after about five minutes, he began to grunt and groan. His cock got harder and fatter. He shouted "Aw, fuck! You`re such a hot fucking pecker-eater!" and filled my mouth with his hot load. I almost drowned in the load, but managed to get it all down my throat.

Giordano for 1

2011-06-28T00:47:00.004+08:00

@An apple a day

2011-06-25T01:07:00.002+08:00

The world stood still and he held my body closely and breathe with that deep rhythmic regularity honed from years of independent living. He smelled my hair and work his process. Doctors are so methodological. Never risk the details. He poignantly caressed my skin, stopping as if detecting the pulse of another heart. My forehead fell on his collarbone to find a sanctuary before the storm comes. Am I just a patient or a lover, perhaps a lover with a sickness? I wanted to be probed, not less than his 7-inch wand. I wanted to be in that fulcrum, an equation of part longing and goodbyes thereafter. An apple a day they say, keeps you away. If your words were so dismissive, why am I squirming in your embrace? You appeared twice in the cycle of seven days, I longed for more, but God only made seven. He entered me, each and every inch, represented a day as I felt a small vibration of his careful voice recede and release its seed.

The Rain Diaries - The Village People

2011-06-15T13:38:00.003+08:00

I would like to share my experience in a shopping center located in Bangar last month. I never expected any encounters of any kind when I paid repeated visits to my gym at Celebrity Fitness located at the upper levels of the complex. Usually after my work-out, I tend to loiter around the shops and I will always walked past this furniture shop. Sometimes the owner is in and I must admit I have the hearts for him. He is mature and looks very masculine, just my type. From a distance I could hear his deep-set voice with a tinge of British-accent, quite common in such upper-class commercial area. He is Chinese and has little small eyes that turn me on so much.

It just happened one night as usual, I walked past his store and he gave me a smile. I smiled back and he motioned me to come to his shop decked with Balinese inspired creations. I knew I could never let go this chance to know him and I know how rare this opportunity presented itself.

One thing led to another and I found myself in his apartment in the vicinity. His taste is evident in the furnishing as he walked me to his room. I know I wanted him so badly but I could never prepare myself what is going to happen later. I took out my handphone and asked his permission to record everything down. He agreed with the condition that I cannot take his face. After all, he is quite a successful businessman in that area. I agreed and the footage I have appended here is for you and your readers.

I was very thankful I recorded everything down although I have to trim the footage a bit as it is way too long. As you can see, he has this gorgeous walk-in wardrobe to the toilet with a huge mirror but my awe was wiped clean when he took out his massive Asian dick. I have never seen anything that big on a Chinese and I must admit I am a size-queen like yourself ;p

I hope you enjoy the footage as much as I do and please keep your beautiful blog running.

Love,

Jason

Calvin in his CK

2011-06-05T01:10:00.000+08:00

Hian Wei's Phuck!Toys

2011-06-04T01:04:00.001+08:00

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The talented Mr Edward Gunawan

2011-06-01T01:02:00.003+08:00

The Rain Diaries - The Boy by Delta

2011-05-28T00:44:00.001+08:00

My favorite sports complex is the Delta Swimming Complex in Bukit Merah. As of late, my swimming routine is cut short by the erratic weather. It was hot in the pool so I didn't stay too long.

Outside, the sun was shining and it was very warm. Rather than follow the path back to the car park, I took a short cut through an area of well maintained grass and bushes. As I made my way through, I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of a young guy stretched out on the grass by some bushes. All he was wearing was a pair of light blue speedos and he appeared to be asleep. I
stared at him for a while, admiring his hairless body and the interesting bulge in his speedos

Then I remembered that I had a camera in my car so I walked quickly to the car to retrieve it, hoping that the lad didn't wake up before I got back. I left my purchases in the car and hurried back to where the lad was. I was relieved to find him in exactly the same position as before, his chest rising and falling as he breathed.

I started taking photos of him, starting with his whole body, then close ups of his face and finally, the bulge in his speedos. I was taking a close up when I got the impression that the bulge was growing. I thought I was imagining it but soon realised that it really was getting bigger.

I looked up at his face and was shocked to find that he was wide awake and was watching me with a broad grin on his face. I didn't know what to do and started to mumble an apology. The lad said that he didn't mind me taking photos of him and found it quite flattering.

I showed him the pictures I had taken and he was quite pleased. Then he really surprised me by pulling the front of his speedos down to reveal his erect penis and telling me to take a picture of that.

So I did, several in fact, showing his uncut penis and hairless balls. He even pulled his foreskin back so I could photograph the shiny glans. By this time, clouds had started to obscure the sun and the lad said he was getting cold and had to go and get dressed.

I waited in the car park to see if he would come out and maybe get his name and arrange a meet. Sadly, when he came out he was with an older couple who I assumed were his parents, so I never got to see him again.

@Three strokes left on Paul

2011-05-23T13:17:00.002+08:00

After the orgasm, love is never pure, but this came close, I thought. Granted, it was only sex. The bedroom was small, sheets of white crumpled at our feet, no doubt awash by the tidal movements of our love making. The charming Paul smiled on me like a spent hooker from the streets. I had made him cum buckets, at least the stained sheets were enough testimony of my skills.

I wondered if he would paint me now. Perhaps another stroke of his brush a little to the left.

@If and when Paul paints

2011-05-19T12:58:00.001+08:00

Paul the painter is in town. Never will I forget his strokes and so much paint. Painting the town white is his job whilst others will paint the proverbial red. I had always wondered why. Or why would I languish in one of his modern rooms; the playful, the subversive pieces gather there. Against a canvas of black, the paint streak across the landscape in white, always in white, sometimes in hue of yellow depending on his diatribe. Paul usually name his abstract after his ex, the lost love or love lost, depending which side of the canvas you are painted on.

Visual basic - 2

2011-05-16T23:11:00.001+08:00

Visual basics - 1

2011-05-13T01:14:00.001+08:00

Flexi Felix

2011-05-09T02:48:00.003+08:00

Flexi Felix – a toy especially for fans of anal pleasures. The flexible anal chain consists of differently sized, elliptically formed elements, which deliciously stimulate when gradually introduced and pulled out again, and – instead of a handle or a secure cord – it has a friendly beetle face for pulling out the chain. Flexi Felix consists of 100% skin-safe silicon and is therefore easy to clean. It is 12" long and 10" insertable. The largest bead is 1" wide. Available in three colors, its high-quality finish is also very impressive.

Cock Connoisseur - Tea by Tambun

2011-05-07T02:45:00.008+08:00

This one came with slices of lean barbecued pork, cockles, shredded chicken and lots of bean sprouts. Conventional, yet can’t help but salivate at the thought of slurping this up with an icy cold glass of Ipoh white coffee or milk tea by the side

Ideally, the char siew should be in chunks, blackened from the caramelization and glazed extensively with a layer of sweetish maltose. But seldom do we find perfection in every plate, hence the more generic/bland leaner slices would do. For now.

The frothy milk tea did remind me of the perennial favourite of Malaysians; teh tarik .

The Rain Diaries - Big black rainbow

2011-05-03T10:01:00.003+08:00

I am Asian living in Singapore and have been big all my life.

Damn proud of it too. I'm 35 now. Love to fucking show off my big body, my big arms, my big chest.

Oh, yeah. Big dick too.

Fucking love that. Love to see the fags stare at it. Even ones aren't fags stare. Locker rooms, urinals, any place I get the chance to pull out this big meat, I show it. They wish they had one like me. And chicks? Damn, I love the look on their face. Fuckin bigger cock than anything they seen. Fuckin bigger than anything they ever been with. Damn right.

A couple of buds and I got to talking about it one night. All of us big, play badminton at Bishan Sports Hall, all of us fucked up like to show off our bods. We decided it looked right on us. All of us are well-built, thanks to the famed Singapore's NS, all of us look down on the dweebs, it's only right we got big meat between our legs.

I'm 5'10". Starting getting tall when I was 13. Fucking loved it. I couldn't stay in pants long, cause I was always outgrowing em. My legs got long, and everything else grew. Then I started weights. I worked out for hours some days. Nice gym at school. Me and my buds own that place. When the short twerps come in, we fucking scare em off.

I like to scare the little bastards. Even gets me hard. Big turn on, see the fear in their fucked up little eyes. When I started working out, I liked the way the muscles grew. What turned me on big time, though, was what happened when I found out about `roids. Damn, I love the way my muscles would grow and grow, almost overnight sometimes. Damn, that was hot. I'm real hairy, and liked the way my chest looked, all covered up with curly black hairs, and muscled. The `roids weren't hard to get. In Singapore, if you're not mature and rich, you're not supposed to be able to get em. I found a way.

Fucking fag works in a pharmacy where I work-out. Damn shame. Nobody know he was queer, doesn't look like a fag or nothing, but I tried to buy some that needs a doctors prescription. He asks for the doctor's letter, and I lied and told him I didn't have none. Hell, I didn't think he'd ask.

But he did. And he tells me it's illegal, he can't sell me none. But then he looks around kind of funny. No body's in the store, it's late, ready to close, and the fucker licks his lips. Maybe I could sell em to you, he says. For a favor. What the fuck, I think, he wants more money, and I didn't have it with me. How much, I ask, and he says, Oh, not that.

Gimme a minute, he says. He goes to the front, and locks the door, and turns off the store lights. Oh, fuck, I think, I'm in shit, he's gonna call the police, and I'm fucking locked in. But I'm not afraid. I mean, this bastard is lots smaller than me. But I'm thinking maybe he's got a silent
alarm already pulled.

Come to the back, he says, it's cool. So I follow him. In the back, there's this office, he invites me in. What I mean, he says, is I could give you something. And you could give me something. We could work it out, buddy. You could have the `roids. It gets real quiet. Ever had a chick suck your cock, he asks me, and I lie and say no, but he keeps talking, and says it's no big deal, just feels good, and he's not a fag, but he likes to suck men off. Even men do it, he says. Men are better at it than chicks, he says. We know what to do. How to make dick feel good.

And I'm getting stiff and I got a big black one. Looks kinda cool on a cool chink like me! Not sure how I inherited a black dick although I am 100% Chinese, Hokkien mind you! He's leaned back in his chair, his hands locked behind his head, and he's staring at my cock. Shit, I'm thinking, I can't believe what this bastard is saying. He gives me head, I get to buy the shit? But it sounded good. I hadn't had any for a couple days.

I notice you like the thought, he says quietly. Fuck you, I say, I'm not a fag. Nobody said you were a fag, buddy, I'm not either, he says, but your cock is your cock. It needs to get that stuff out. Nobody'd know. You get to have fun, you get your `roids. No sweat.

I was completely stiffed up by now, and mad too. I think you'd like it, he said, smiling, and he reaches out, waiting for a minute, and I didn't know what to do. His hands reach up to the zipper on my jeans, and he pulls it down. Slow and steady like.

I was going commando, so as soon as he unzips me, it springs out. Stiffed up big time. I couldn't believe what was going on. He just stared at it. Damn, he says quietly.

Suddenly, I was kinda scared. You won't tell anybody, will ya? I mean, I don't want somebody thinking I'm queer, letting fags suck me off.

No, he says, no one will know. Our secret.

He puts his head on it, and pulls the skin back slow. Fucking queer must've done this a lot, he felt good. Nice head, he says.

Yeah. That's something I always liked about it. Big head and it felt good. Especially hot when doing a chick. I like to get a little rough. Push it past. The thought made me stiffer. And he says, It's cool, buddy, and he puts his mouth on it, and I get kinda weak. I look down, and the bastards all over my dick. He's sucking it, and his tongue is all over the head, hell, he`s even doing the tongue on my slit. Damn, it was good. Fuck in unbelievable. Suddenly he puts it in his tight ass. Damn Singaporean guys are easy!

Didn't take long. I felt it get incredible stiff, then it shoots like mad. I could not fucking believe what I was seeing whist I was pumping him. I am just pumping a guy I met a few moments ago. Unbelievable. But damn, I shot. Fucking felt like my balls were empty when I was done.

He takes his mouth off, and leans back, smiling, and licks his lips. You are fucking beautiful, he says. I don't usually do this, but you are fucking beautiful. My cock is getting softer, and he real easy pulls the skin down over the head, and puts it back in my jeans. Thanks, he says, come on.

He reaches into a drawer. Here's my cell number. Call me anytime you need to shoot.

He lets me out of the door, and I walk over to my car. My dick still feels good. I look back at the store. The queer is watching me through the door. I got in my car and drove away.

Water for elephants

2011-05-01T10:25:00.002+08:00

It's been a slow and boring day at UOB Tower where I work today, so this afternoon I saved my piss while drinking loads of coffee. The idea was to call in on my friend on the way home and share a good piss and wank session. We usually start in his bathroom, or kitchen, where we release our piss, either into a bucket, or he into my mouth, and then go naked on his bed for a slow loving wank session.

As soon as I left the office I called him on my mobile, only to find he had not been at all well, and did not feel up to any sort of sex at all. I needed to call into Taka to buy a few things, milk etc., and by the time I had queued up at the busy checkouts I was absolutely bursting for a piss. Luckily the car park is not very well lit at all, so walking back between the cars I slipped my hand under my working shirt and unzipped my flies and pulled my dick out of my underpants leaving it hanging free beneath the flaps of my shirt. Pausing between two cars I simply moved the flaps of my shirt apart and let an urgent stream loos on the ground, the feeling of relief was great. I saw a woman approaching that row of cars so stopped the flow, but left my prick hanging loose.

I moved across to my own car, and leaning on it as if unlocking the door let another hot stream flow. I suddenly spotted that a woman was loading the boot of her car a little way behind me, although facing away from me, so again held off the piss and moved round to the other side of my car. As I was preparing to shoot the last load a car pulled into the parking place on the driver's side of my car. It was driven by a woman, and I felt real naughty as I watched her get out of her car just a few feet from me, at the same time releasing another powerful stream of piss. I was now so horny that I don't think I could have pissed any more if I had tried. Reversing out of my parking place my headlights clearly showed the two large pools of piss either side of the car.

Having tea at home I was soon aware that the pressure in my bladder was building up again, having consumed really large quantities of coffee. My wife was going out at about 7 pm, so I hung on and let my internet friends know that I would be releasing my pent up pee in front of the webcam at about 7.15.

As soon as my wife went out I found that two friends had logged on to watch my cam, so I slowly stripped off my trousers, desperately keeping my piss in check, and then let the lot loose into a large bowl. I think it was as large an amount as I had pissed for years, measured afterwards at over 1.1/2 pints!! Not only was it a big amount, but being so excited I pissed very slowly in a thin stream which made for a good webcam picture allowing me to move around to show the stream at different angles, and of course it lasted several minutes. The view of all that golden piss in the bowl afterwards was so erotic that I just had to wank off as a finale, still on camera.

A disappointing day, but with a happy (if lonely) ending.

The Rain Diairies - Trevor's Taiwanese Telecasting

2011-04-29T20:09:00.002+08:00

My name is Trevor.

I'm 17 years old and live in Northern Australia

I'm not a thin guy or have a big dick. But dicks work the same and I can
still have my orgasms

One comes to mind clearly.

I was talking to this Asian guy on MSN from Taiwan. He was 23 and turns out he
was gay. He made the first move and proposed that we jack off for each other
on webcam. I hestitated at first but eventually gave in. He stripped naked
as did I. He had a 6 inch cock compared to my hairy 7 inch. We
showed eachother our cracks and stroked for a little bit.

Then enough was enough. I asked him to cum for me and I sat there and
watched. He stroked that sexy man meat. All I remember is wanting that in
my arse. I fingered myself to help him to cum. It worked.

He shot cum all over the place even on his webcam. Now it was my turn. I
started stroking and in no time I was cumming all over my desk. I licked my
cum up for him. That was such a good orgasm and the best jack off session
I've ever had.

@A walk less human

2011-04-25T19:53:00.003+08:00

I feel like a walking dildo, batteries not included. Permit me to narrate. The world is populated by individuals disconnected at every level. Yes we live, we love, we hate, we die. We’ll be part of something elemental, brute and beautiful and never look back. This world needs a quarantine. The world needs to get away from itself. Not living shadows cast from faulty blinking neon city lights, although I must admit I am equally drawn like the proverbial moth to a dying flame.I need to see the light. Tell the others I’ll be there by dawn.

@Against the wall

2011-04-20T19:52:00.004+08:00

Many words were already written on the wall, it hardly needs more narrative from me, words as evocative as God and Sins, as if heaven had to sanction my actions that day against the wall. With my hand furiously pumping my nexus between lust and abandonment, I wondered if I had gone too far. This is not the first time and it will not be the last. To me masturbation is practically a poem. To film myself takes the icing on the cake. I dodge a glance to find a familiar face of complicity. Who amongst you will rise to the challenge?

Confessions mirrored

2011-04-15T01:55:00.002+08:00

Then I tease myself by inserting the index fingers of both hands in the
elastic waistband of my underwear and circle around my waist and back.
And finally, when I can't stand it anymore, I slide my briefs from over
my cock and my butt so they fall to my feet. I step out of them and
pick them up with my toes. I take them in my hand and put them to my
nose and take a long, deep sniff. I decide I smell good and am proud
of how clean I keep myself. I throw them out of the way.

Sometimes I will take a few poloroids of myself in different stages of
my session, capturing different poses from different angles in the
mirror. I keep them in an album that I keep locked in a drawer. I've
got dozens of them that I like to go through every once in awhile. I
have showed my album to a friend or two from school - guys only - who
have started their own photo albums like mine. We have contests to see
who can come up with the most interesting shots. We get together
sometimes and take pictures of each other, too. But that's for another
story. Back to my session.

My cock is now fully erect. I leave my mirror and walk to my bed,
watching my dick bob back and forth as I walk and feeling my freed balls
sway and bounce against my thighs. I lay down on the bed with my head
on my pillow and do a semi-complete back rollover so that my feet are on
the headboard and my shaft is staring me in the face. I am limber
enough so that I can suck myself. This takes practice and you have to
do this often so that you can stay this limber. And I do. I can get
about half of my dick into my mouth, but that's all. My balls hang down
and touch my nose when I go down on myself. I can taste my pre-cum
juice real good now and I suck my dick dry. I do this for only three
or four minutes because my neck starts to hurt and I don't want to cum
yet anyhow. I decide again that I taste good.

Now it's time to play with my asshole. I get off the bed and go back to
my mirror and lay down on the floor. My butt is right in front of the
mirror and my knees are drawn up to my chest. I look down past my
stomach and my dick into the mirror and I see my hairless ass. I spread
my cheeks to reveal my pink hole and I get even more turned on. I spit
a big glob of saliva onto my fingers and rub it onto my asshole. Then I
use my middle finger to rub my spit all around its outside. I'm always
amazed at how soft it is. Then I poke my spit lubricated finger into my
ass. I go slowly so I cause no pain. I concentrate on relaxing my
butt hole muscle so my finger can go in easily. It's always nice and
warm in my butt. I work my finger around and around. I find my
prostate gland and massage it for a couple of minutes. This really gets
my pre-cum juice flowing and by the time I quit, I've got clear liquid
all over my abdomen. It glistens in the light. I take my left hand and
rub my balls and my cock while I massage my prostate. I almost lose it
at this point but stop before cumming. I leave my finger in my ass and
stand up. I move my finger in and out, in and out until my wrist gets
tired, then I remove my finger and rub the pre-cum juice on my
abdomen all over my torso.

I'm lucky 'cause I've got my own bathroom as part of my own room. I
don't have to go out into the hall to use the john. I decide that I
have to take a piss. I let my dick relax so that it gets soft. I go
into my bathroom and lay down in the tub. I relax some more. Pretty
soon I feel the tension in my bladder increase and I know I'm about to
pee. I hold my cock so I can watch my piss come out of its slit and
I direct my pee to flow over my stomach and my chest. I hold my dick
up so that I'm peeing a one foot fountain straight up and my pee comes
down and soaks my cock, my balls and my pubic hair. I feel it drip into
the crack of my ass and into the tub. It feels good and warm. I like
to piss on myself - it turns me on - and by the time I've emptied my
bladder I'm getting hard again. Then I stand up, flip on the shower,
and rinse myself off. I lather up in soap suds from neck to toes and
play with my dick with soapy hands for a few minutes before a final
rinse. Then I towel myself dry except for my crotch. I get my hair
dryer, plug it in and blow dry my pubes. The warm air feels great on my
cock, balls, and asshole.

By this time I want to cum so bad I can hardly stand it. It's time to
get my ass beads. I've got these beads that are only about a half inch
in diameter - five of 'em - on a string an inch apart. The string is
actually about two feet long, so the beads are all toward one end. I
get a tube of K.Y. Jelly from my drawer and grease up those beads real
good. I bend over and insert all five beads up my ass. Now I stand up
and I've got my ass beads in place with the rest of the string hanging
out of my asshole. It feels terrific and my cock is throbbing in
anticipation of my orgasm.

Then I get an old newspaper from under my bed and spread it out on the
floor in front of my mirror so it covers about a five foot length. I
have a contest with myself to see how far I can shoot my wad and I want
to shoot as far as I can down the length of the paper on the floor. My
record is 4' 8".

Now it's finally time. I position myself at the edge of the paper, grab
the string coming out of my butt with my left hand, grab my swollen dick
with my right hand, and check out the scene in the mirror. All is set.
I begin to pump my rod, very slowly at first. God, does it feel good!
Then a little faster. My knees begin to feel a little weak and I bend
them a little. I pump a little faster still. I let my mind settle on
nothing but the terrific feeling in my cock and balls. Now, after about
two minutes, I start beating my dick real fast. I'm gonna cum. I'm
gonna cum. I can't hold back any more. I feel my wad starting to
rise out of my balls. I pull the string out of my ass with a quick,
steady motion. I explode!

The first wave of my cum shoots like a geyser from my cock. Then
another, and another, and another, and still another. It seems like it
might not end - but then it finally does, and a few drops of my jizsm
fall onto my feet. I am weak, totally spent. My tool begins to become
soft. I am sweating all over. My skin shines in the lights.

I look at my dick which is limp now. There is a final drop of my cum
that clings to its tip. I retrieve the white liquid onto my index
finger and bring it to my mouth. I taste it and it is good. I am
satisfied with my session.

After I regain my strength I go to the newspaper to measure my shooting
distance. It's 4'1" this time. Not a record, but not bad, either. I
wad up the newspaper in preparation for its being carried to the garage
garbage cans. I clean and put away my beads and K.Y. Jelly and finally
gather my clothes from around the room. But I don't get dressed yet. I
like being naked. I like to look at my body, explore it inside and
outside, and to explore all its products.

I'm tired. I lay down on the bed for a short rest. I stare at my cock
nestled in my young black pubic hair. I wonder what sort of exploration
I will do tomorrow.

Mirrored Confessions

2011-04-10T01:19:00.003+08:00

O.K., so I'm only 19. I've looked in the mirror at myself - naked - and
I like what I see. I'm 5'10" tall, 155 pounds, pronounced
muscles, smooth and unblemished skin. Being sort of skinny, my bones
show in some places - you can easily see my ribs. My eyes are almost
black in color matching my hair.

The rest of my body is hairless except for a small patch around my cock
which I like to keep trimmed. My nipples are medium sized, more pink
than red but they get darker when I get turned on. My butt is sort of
small, but firm and smooth. My asshole is pink and puckered like most
guys', but it's hairless too - I keep it that way with my electric
shaver. My balls are large compared with other guys I look at - they're
full and hang down about 4" from the base of my cock. I keep them
smooth by shaving them about once a week, too.

And my cock? My cock is 4" long when it's limp and it'll grow to 6"
when I get excited. There are no ugly veins that pop
up when I get a hard-on - it stays pretty smooth and I like that. And
boy, can it get hard. All I have to do is stand in front of my full
length mirror and start to strip. It's hard before I get my jockeys
off. I guess because I like to see myself naked and all, and because I
know how to make myself feel good when I get in the mood to have a
session with myself and the mirror.

I usually dress in a tee-shirt, no undershirt, jeans, socks, and
Reeboks. I wear a gold chain around my neck, too. My underwear is
always jockey briefs, but I wear different colors. My favorite is
yellow with white trim. They look the best on my tanned body. I love
to be tan, and I stay that way by laying outside in the sun whenever I
can. We have a pool in the back yard that's surrounded by a privacy
fence. Mom, Dad, and Sis work so I can be outside in the nude when
they're not home and no one knows. So I don't have any pale area around
my cock and my butt - I've got an even tan ALL over. And it always
feels great to lay in the sun and let it shine so warm on my cock and
balls. Sometimes I'll get a hard-on just by feeling that warmth and
knowing that I'm naked just a few feet away from the neighbors. It's
like I've got a secret and it sort of excites me.

I started to explore my own body when I was twelve. I didn't know
why, but it really felt good when I rubbed my dick and fondled my
balls. I've come a long way in the last three years to bring my
self-exploration to be what I consider a fine art.

When I get in the mood I close and lock the door to my room so Mom,
Dad, or Sis can't come in by surprise. I'll turn on some music and then
turn on all the lights so it's nice and bright. Then I walk in front
of my mirror and just stand there for a second. The Reeboks come off
first, slowly, and then my socks. I love to walk around in bare feet
and I like to see my bare feet poking out from underneath my jeans.

Then it's time to pull off my shirt - slowly, again - and toss it out
of the way. Then I stand there and check out my chest, my abdomen, my
waist, my bellybutton, and my back. I like what I see. I feel my dick
start to grow. I rub my hands over my chest and abdomen and pinch my
nipples.

Then I unfasten the button on my jeans and slowly pull down my zipper.
I don't wear a belt. Then I pull just one corner of my jeans down a
little to expose a little of the front of my underwear. I hold this
pose for a minute and I usually start getting excited for real by now.
Then I pull the other corner of my jeans down so the whole front of my
underwear is showing. My right hand goes down to my bulge in my jockeys
and starts to rub it. My cock gets harder with this action and
stretches my underwear out so it looks like a little tent with my tent
pole underneath. About this time I stop to let my shaft cool off a
little and relax. I notice some pre-cum juice oozing through my
underwear. I touch my finger to the drop and pull it to my lips. A
long string of clear liquid connects my lips to the tip of my jockey-
covered dick. My tongue detects a salty, creamy presence.

Then I put my hands on my butt between my jeans and my underwear so I
can slide my jeans off. They drop to the floor around my ankles and I
step out of them and kick them out of the way. Now I'm standing there
in just my briefs. I can see more pre-cum juice has appeared on the
material at the tip of my cock. I taste it again. I take in a deep
breath to make my abdomen even flatter and to make my pecks more
pronounced. I flex all my muscles and admire the poses I make for
myself.

(To be continued...)

The Rain Diaries - First time for Edward Chong

2011-04-02T10:44:00.001+08:00

Last month was the tenth anniversary of the first time I masturbated. I am 24 now, so the first time I masturbated was when I was 14. Yes, I know, that was very late for any guys. I guess I am a late bloomer. I guess I was very innocent. Or I might have just been ignorant.I am the only child in a typical Malaysian Chinese family, so masturbation isn't really a topic that will pop up during dinner, or during any other time at all, EVER. Sure, I might have been curious about all those little gut feelings that I have been having ever since puberty. I have been touching myself more frequently than necessary, but had no idea what it meant. I would grind my little dick into the mattress at night because it just felt o good. Then in school, we learnt about nocturnal emission (wet dream is the laymen term).

That answered a question I have been having since stuff on the underwear! We didn't have sex education in school, so this little information was covered by our physical education teacher, and when he asked who had experienced it, I was the only one to raise my hand. The entire class looked at me. Some guys even came and asked me about it after the class.They have never experienced it before in their life? How come? The only answer they gave me was: if you do it enough, it won't happen. And I went:Do what enough? Nobody gave me an answer. Yea, I was innocent. Being in an all boys' school didn't help either. I guess I didn't have that many friends to share about these intimate details. In fact, I didn't really have any really close friends at all, those that you can call buddies. However, one day, a classmate sitting beside me in science class suddenly asked me if I masturbate. Of course I said yes! I didn't even know what that word means. He only hinted that it has something to do with playing with my dick. Oh yes, I do that a lot. I asked him in return: what do you use to play? He looked at me strangely and said: with my hands. I told him I use a towel, and that he should try it out sometimes. It's kinda cool. I suppose by then he should already have figured out that I have absolutely no idea what masturbation was all about. Evidently so, cause a few days later he came and ask me again if anything happens after I play or a long time. I told him no, just some pretty good feeling rubbing my dick on the towel. He suggested that I use my hand and note that feeling on my navel after some time. I was still confused and asked him what can the hand do? I think he almost died laughing. Just get it hard and stroke it,he said. You'll see what I mean. I can still remember it clearly, almost like it happened yesterday.

I was in the shower, my parents in the living room, waiting for me to finish and then go to my Grandma's house for a family gathering. It was the Mooncake Festival. I was showering at usual, but got an erection while I was soaping up my body. I remembered what my friend said so I clasped my hands around my dick and began to stroke it a little. Damn that feeling felt good! I continue doing so for a while, all the while being careful not to make too much sound just in case my parent heard me outside. It was a very small house and the bathroom is really close to the living room. After stroking for a while, I felt a very strong feeling growing from deep within my balls, going up to my navel, almost like I needed to piss, only a hundred times stronger. I freaked! I stopped stroking, tried to calm myself down, realizing that my heart was beating faster than normal. Well, actually it was faster than when I finished my 100 meter sprint during sports practice earlier that morning. It was a new sensation,and it was freaking me out. What is happening? But then my friend's words of wisdom came back to me. Just keep doing it and you'll feel something after some time. You'll see what I mean. So I braced myself, and started stroking again. I was freaked out,but my dick wasn't. The erection didn't go away. It was only too happy when I resumed my stroking. It didn't take long this time for the feeling to return. Deep within my balls, I could feel something travel up inside me,through my navel, and into my dick, which got really hard by the way, and I could feel it travelling along it. I was determined to keep doing it this time, cause if it was piss, I was in the shower so there should be no problem.

The feeling grew stronger and then it came. I looked down at the exact moment when the first spurt of semen ejaculated from my dick, shooting out onto the cold tiled floor. My dick spasm, my body went rigid, and my breathing was short and shallow, and it didn't stop! Another spurt of cum pumped out, followed by another, and another. I had no idea how long it lasted, but it just kept going and going. Years of pent-up cum shot out in one long glorious climax. When I was done, I was amazed, shocked, happy, guilty, frightened, and damn comfortable! I was sweating and heaving, and after I calmed down, I leaned in to examine those fluid that just came out of my dick. They were yellow and they looked much thicker and stickier than piss. I think I knew what masturbation mean then. I think I knew what sex mean then. I think I discovered a little bit more about myself that day. I finished my shower and the rest of the night was spent with a thousand questions going through my head. I did talk to that friend of mine the next day, but the conversation didn't really go very far. I always wondered why he chose to'impart' that wisdom to me, and then didn't want to talk about it. I guess a straight guy wouldn't feel very comfortable talking about it, especially f you are raised by a culture that considers sex as a taboo and dirty subject.

Well, I knew I was gay way before I knew what masturbation meant. Heck, I knew about AIDS and how it is transmitted before I even heard of the word masturbation. Call me naive, call me ignorant, but that was how it happened. It was only years later that I came to find out that cum was supposed to be white, or milky in colour, and the yellow colour is actually a stain caused by the mixture of urine. Of course, I have been masturbating a lot after that, so much that I got headache from it, just because I cummed so hard and so much in a day my brain was having trouble keeping count. So when people say that masturbation is a process of self-discovery,I agree with them, cause I know it first hand, personally, to be true. That first time sparked my curiosity in sex, so for the whole of next year, I spent all my free time learning about everything there is to know about sex. I did it the correct way though. Everyday after school, I would go to book stores and read all the books related to sex. They have some pretty good guides there. And please note that ten years ago, the word Internet hasn't even been invented in my country yet. By the end of the year, I have practically read all the sex-related books ever published in my country, and I can safely say that I knew more about sex than my parents do, albeit only the theory. Now, ten years later, I am still jacking off. That sound weird to you? I suppose so, because regardless of whether I am gay or straight, I am still a virgin. Never had any experiences with a man or a woman before,never touched another person in their private places before, and never did any sorts of hanky-panky before. Sure, I know all about the theories of blowjobs, doggy-styles, anal sex, even more on kinky stuff like ropeworks,flogging, and dog training, but all in theory. Still a virgin at 24, and turning 25 in a couple of months. What can I say? I am an innocent guy.

(Submitted by Edward Chong - Write to me for feedback edwardchong21@yahoo.com)

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Graduated lust at NUS

2011-03-01T02:47:00.005+08:00

The Rain Diaries - Windows on Manila

2011-02-25T11:20:00.003+08:00

My name is Mitchel Tan. I'm in my 20s and live in Singapore. I'm not a thin guy or have a big dick. But dicks work the same and I can still have my orgasms One comes to mind clearly. I was talking to this guy on MSN from Manila. He was 23 and turns out he was gay. He made the first move and proposed that we jack off for each other on webcam. I hesitated at first but eventually gave in. He stripped naked as did I. He had a shaven 7 inch cock compared to my hairy 5 inch. We showed each other our cracks and stroked for a little bit. Then enough was enough. I asked him to cum for me and I sat there and watched. He stroked that sexy man meat. All I remember is wanting that in my arse. I fingered myself to help him to cum. It worked. He shot cum all over the place even on his webcam. Now it was my turn. I started stroking and in no time I was cumming all over my desk. I licked my cum up for him. That was such a good orgasm and the best jack off session I've ever had. Just thought you'd like to know.

The Rain Diaries - A gesture of wanks and thanks

2011-02-19T11:15:00.004+08:00

Dear PJ,

I love your blog. As a token of my appreciation, I am going to let my long hot Asian cock show do the talking!

Enjoy.

[Marky's life stories] - I'll always be there - Part 16 - End

2011-02-15T14:17:00.003+08:00

It was a cool breezy morning. Terrance woke up early as usual. Ben, on the other hand, was still asleep and so he decided to leave the hut to go for a morning stroll. This would be his first private moment he has to himself in these past few days; not that he doesn't want Ben around but an occasional solitude is good for one's soul. He picked up his guitar and made his way to the beach.

The tide was fast coming in, and the strong waves kept pounding the beach relentlessly, creating a layer of thick mist in the process. The thunderous sound of the waves was quite therapeutic and Terrance stopped for a while to breathe in the salt laden air and contemplated on his future. The past few days has been a form of escapism for the two of them and he believed Ben knows it too. In less than two months' time, Ben will be enlisted to serve his national service, and thereafter on to Australia for his studies; it will be unrealistic not to expect changes then.

"Oh well, we'll cross the bridge when we get to it..." he mused. This morning was just too beautiful to be wasted thinking and pondering about the woes of life. So he chose a dry spot to sit on, tilted his head backwards, closed his eyes, and let the strong sea breeze caress his hair , sprinkling sea mist onto his face, and drifted into a world of his own....

"Yo, Terrance! What's up?" Ben called out from a distance. Apparently, a good half-hour had already slipped by.

"Oh nothing, I was just out here to enjoy the sea breeze. Care to join me?" Terrance offered.

"I woke up and you're not there, and I got worried. Hey, don't ever leave me like that any more, promise?"

"Oh alllllll right. You know I won't leave you, bro." Terrance assured.

They both sat down and held each other tightly as they looked out towards the sea.

"You know, Ben, I've been doing some thinking just now. Perhaps it's time we head home and be reconciled with our parents again. After all, you can't keep up this cold war with your dad, can you? Besides, I don't think you've made that phone call to him yet, right?"

"I hope his temper has cooled down by now." Ben hoped.

"Of course it has. I know him, Ben. Besides, parent's don't keep scores with their children... And I need to get back to work soon. It's not like we'll never be together anymore. You know, we'll always have each other right?"

"I know that, but it's not the same when you're not living under the same roof as me. Why don't you consider staying with us? It's not like dad doesn't want you..."

"I know that, but I'm too used to being independent and staying out on my own. And don't take what I'm about to say in the wrong manner, okay? But frankly, I do feel a little uncomfortable living with dad and mom.... the truth really is that I knew them only so recently."

"True, but you'd get used to it." Ben replied convincingly.

"Yeah? I have a house all to myself right now; I come home or leave as it pleases me. I don't want to trade that in for anything else. Besides, perhaps my relationship with dad and your mom will improve this way... And I know I haven't always been right and I want to make it up to dad when we return home."

"Actually, I'm the one who has to make it up to them. They must be worried sick about me by now."

"Yeah, I guess so too. And there's something else that I've been thinking... You'll be enlisting soon for NS and thereafter you'll be off to Australia for another five years... I know I'm gonna miss you. In fact I already feeling that way whenever I think about it..." Terrance became solemn all of a sudden.

"I feel exactly the same way too. It's sheer torture whenever I think of it..." Ben frowned heavily.

"Do you think it would help the situation if we try our very best to abstain from sex from now onwards and just treat each other as brothers? Beside, honestly speaking, this thing isn't exactly that wholesome to begin with..." Terrance posed.

"I...I.. really don't know what to tell you, Terrance. To say this issue hasn't bothered me would be a lie... My head knows what should be done but my heart yearns for just the opposite.., and it's not like I don't want to try, but if you tell me right now I cannot hug you anymore, I don't think I can ever do that...." Ben frowned again.

"I understand, Ben, neither can I, but as the saying goes '长痛不如短痛...' Anyway, we're still gonna be the best of friends, right? And you'll always be my brother! And I promise to take care of you forever!"

"And you'd do that even after I'm away in Australia??"

"A promise is a promise; you've become a precious part of me already. Wherever I go, you'd be there too.. in my heart"

"Yes, we’ll always be together no matter what happens!!" Ben echoed.

"Come, let me play you a song which I think is very appropriate for this moment." Terrance took up his guitar and started plucking the strings to a familiar tune given a melancholic twist.

給你我的全部你是我今生唯一的賭注
只留下一段歲月讓我無怨無悔全心的付出
怕你憂傷怕你哭怕你孤單怕你糊塗
紅塵千山萬里路我可以朝朝暮暮
給你一條我的路你是我一生不停的腳步
讓我走出一片天空讓你盡情飛舞放心的追逐
愛是漫長的旅途夢有快樂夢有痛苦
悲歡離合人間路我可以縫縫補補

提著昨日種種千辛萬苦向門天換一些美滿和幸
愛你夠不夠多對你夠不夠好可以要求不要不在乎
不願讓你看見我的傷處是曾經無悔的風雨無阻
擁有夠不夠多夢得夠不夠好可追求不認輸… (风雨无阻 - 周华建)

There was an extended silence after the last notes of the poignant piece has ended. It was an emotionally charged moment; both knew the lyrics to the song well. It seemed like the Taiwanese singer had them in mind when he penned down the song.

Ben broke the silence a little later by clearing his throat; there was a lump there that refused to go away...

"Terrance, why do you always play such sad and poignant songs?" Ben asked.

"I don't really know. Perhaps it's because I view my entire life as a series of tragedies ranging from being born out of a wedlock, having to give up my studies to start my career in the army while the rest of my friends were all discussing which JCs to choose.. to being made an orphan and having to fend for myself at 20... Not that I want to indulge in self-pity cos I don't, but sometimes, these things such manifest itself in the way I live, or the songs I like, and the way I view life...." Terrance mumbled to himself towards the end....

"Terrance, can you put the guitar away for awhile?" Ben requested after another minute or so of silence.

"Sure, whatever you say, Ben." Terrance gingerly rested the guitar on the dry sand next to him and was immediately given a tight embrace by Ben.

"Terrance, I don't know why life had been so unfair to you... It really pains me to see that you have such a heavy yoke to carry. I really, really wish I could help you shoulder part if not all of it..." Ben was crying by now.

"Shhh..., Ben, it's ok, I can handle it. Adversity makes for a stronger character, right?" Terrance patted Ben on his back and tried his best to cheer him up.

"Oh Terrance, you're the only person I have only and really loved in my entire life! How I wish I could always have you to hug me and to care for me... And I know this sounds weird but I feel like I'm going to lose you already..."

Terrance pondered awhile over Ben's remark. "Here, take this, it's yours now." He finally spoke up and removed his shark tooth necklace.

"I... I can't possibly take that... it's your precious good luck charm. I really can't take that from you!!" Ben insisted.

"Oh yes you can, Ben. It's my honor to be able to give it yo you. From now onwards, may it protect you whenever I'm not around." He smiled and put it around Ben's neck.

"Ooooh Terrance, you are all I'll ever need!!!" Ben wrapped his arms tightly around Terrance.

"The feeling's mutual, Ben, the feeling's mutual". And they stayed on till the tide came up and hastened them on.

It was about 11am when the boys were packed and bade Cik Suara farewell. It was a well-spent break for them, albeit a short one. They promised her they'd return before the onset of the next monsoon season.

As they started their leisurely drive back, Terrance suddenly spotted that red Nissan Sunny again in his rear view mirror just after they passed the town of Mersing.

"Shit, I think your old man's men are following us again. Can't they see we're heading for home?" Terrance said in a disappointed tone.

"Damned! I thought we've given them the slip for good. Damned! Damned!!" Ben uttered out aloud. Then, an idea came to him. He grasped Terrance's hands and held it tightly.

"Terrance, let's give them the slip again" Ben grinned.

"No, Ben, I won't put your life at risk for this one. I really don't think your heart can take the stress. You almost turned purple the last time around."

"You are wrong, Terrance. Let's really give them the slip!"

"No, Ben, you listen to me; for once in my life, I'm going to be a responsible person. You know I love to speed but not this time round...." Terrance said with an authoritative tone, much to Ben's chagrin. All this time, the Sunny kept a respectable distance from their car.

Silence pervaded the air for the next half-hour till Ben felt he needed to answer to nature's call.

"Terrance, I'm sorry but I really need to use the loo..." Ben muttered softly.

"Hey, no problem, Ben. I'll stop at the next available one." Terrance offered.

It was a good 10 mins later before they spotted a run down makeshift toilet at the outskirts of Mersing. Ben dashed off hurriedly to use it while Terrance stayed put beside the car to take in some fresh air. Suddenly, the Sunny pulled over in front of their car. The two men walked out and accosted Terrance.

"THE BOTH OF YOU ARE GOING TO GET HELL FROM MR LOW THE MOMENT WE GET BACK TO S'PORE!! AND WHERE THAT fxxkING BEN!!?? I'M GONNA SQUEEZE HIS fxxkING BALLS!!!" Den shouted at Terrance.

"YEAH? WE'LL SEE WHO'S GONNA GET HELL RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T LEAVE US ALONE!!" Terrance shouted back. He's not one to back down from an argument.

The other guy grabbed Terrance's right arm tightly and forcing it behind his back. "LOOK HERE BUSTER, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT FROM THE BOTH OF YOU FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS. YOU GUYS ARE COMING BACK TO SINGAPORE THIS VERY MOMENT WITH US, YOU HEAR!!!"

"BUT WE ARE HEADING BACK TO SINGAPORE!! I'M SENDING BEN BACK HOME...OUCH!! DAMN YOU BASTARDS, YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!" Terrance grimaced as both the men now had tightened their grip on either of his arms.

"BEN WILL GO BACK IN OUR CAR! YOU HEAR!!??"

"OH NO I WON'T!!" Came a surprise reply from behind the men's backs. Ben kicked Den on his heels and he let loose his grip on Terrance while agonizing in pain. Terrance took the opportunity to land a punch on the other guy's face.

"TAKE THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" Terrance shouted as he landed another punch on the guy's abdomen.

"Quick, Terrance, let's leave!!!" Ben called out as he made a dash for the car.

Terrance got into the car and they drove off immediately. There was a bit of blood on his right knuckles.

"You ok, Terrance? Did they hurt you while I was gone?" Ben asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm alright, just got a little cut when I punched that bastard in the face..." Anger was definitely swelling inside Terrance but he was not about to reveal it to Ben.

Ben could tell from Terrance's trembling hands that he was bothered. He took hold of Terrance's hands again and held it firmly. "I'll never let anyone treat you with such disrespect! I'll stand up for you like you've always stood up for me!" Ben said. That reassurance was very comforting.

At about that moment, the Sunny caught up with them again and drove side by side their Mondeo.

"STOP THE CAR AND HAND BEN OVER!!!" Den demanded.

"UP YOURS!!!" Ben showed him the middle finger. "Come on Terrance, let's really give these people the slip!!" Ben sounded all excited.

"You sure? I'm just worried for you..."

"JUST DO IT, MAN!! IT'S BETTER THAN HAVING THESE TWO HOUNDING US!" Ben grabbed Terrance's hand again to reassure him that everything will be all right.

"Okay Ben, sit tight and here we go!!" Terrance stepped up the acceleration and managed to surge ahead of the Sunny.

The winding road ahead made the drive dangerous and it didn't help with the Sunny tailgating them and keeping up its incessant horning.

"I really have a bad feeling about this whole thing, Ben, I really have..." Terrance's confidence seemed to have eluded him. Suddenly, a lorry laden with oil palm came out from a side road onto the road they were traveling on.

"OH NO! HANG ON BEN!!! ARGHHHH...." Terrance swerved his car to the left to avoid crashing on the side where Ben was on. Still, the inertia was so great and the car impacted the lorry with such a great force that the side of the lorry came crashing down and buried the entire car with its cargo of oil palm...

It was about 8pm that same night. Jeff's men had informed him of the accident and the boys were flown back to Singapore in a helicopter directly to Gleneagles' A & E department hours after the tragic incident.

"Doctor Yang, how's the condition of my boys!!??" a distraught Carol asked their family physician.

"Both their conditions are quite unstable at the moment. I cannot tell you for sure. Your elder son has lost too much blood and you know Ben's weak heart; it all depends now on his will to survive..."

"Please try to save both my boys!! PLEASE!!" cried a hysterical Carol.

"Sigh..., you know I'll try my very best, I promise you. But just be prepared for the worst. If it is possible, I'd suggest that the both of you be around for the night. How they will fair, we will know in the next couple of hours..." With that, he hurried back in to the operating theater.

A dazed Jeff stared blankly at the walls in a distance. It was like heaven had played a cruel trick on him... His dreams for both his children's future seemed to have shattered. He had pinned so much hope on these two to have successful careers of their own. Was he wrong to want what he felt was in the best interest for his boys? Has he gone overboard in anyway? Will he be able to make up for those lost years of fatherly devotion that Terrance had so lacked?

It was about 11pm when a nurse rushed out of the CCU. "Where're the family members of Terrance Lee?"

Jeff sprang up instantly from his seat and immediately approached the nurse.

"You better rush in now.... the patient's going any moment now..." And as she ushered him into the CCU, Jeff gestured to Carol that he wanted to be alone with his son in his last moments.

Terrance opened his eyes, he could make out the lone figure standing beside him. The ferocity of the car chase was still fresh on his mind and he could still recall the moments leading to the crash. As his vision became clearer, he could recognize his dad standing by his bed and clutching his hands tight.

"Wwwhereee's Ben?" he asked weakly.

"He... he's in another room. He's seriously hurt like you too." Jeff replied.

With all the tubes hooked up to him, Terrance knew he was inside the critical care unit of the hospital. He felt this strange sensation where his strength seemed to be ebbing away and deep inside him, he knew his time was up. He managed to look turn slightly and looked at his father who was still clasping his right hand tightly.

"Daaad.., I'm ssssorry for being such a disappointment to you..."

"Oh Terrance, please don't say that, please, you're not a disappointment at all.., please..." Jeff cried as he muttered those words.

"I'm sorry for being a useless scumbag..., will you forgive me..."

"Please son, I’ve never thought of you that way, you know I didn't mean some of the things I’ve said before...I love you very much... you know I do... please don't scare me Terrance..., please..." His whole body shook as he spoke those words. "Please Terrance, forgive me too for all the times I may have mistreated or misunderstood you....please forgive me..." Tears gushed out from his eyes like a raging river.

Terrance closed his eyes too and cried. It was the first time he ever really felt being loved by his father. He savored this moment of intimacy, knowing it will be short lived. For one fleeting moment, time seemed to have stood still and he saw his life flashed past him... the wonderful years with his mother and the intimate moments he shared with Ben. And when he thought of Ben and the quality time they had enjoyed together, he felt he'd have no regrets leaving this world knowing his last days were well spent. For once in his life, he felt this special warmth in his heart.... Yes, his heart... Then, an idea came to his mind.

"Daaaaad, I'm gonna be reunited with mom soon. I want to be able to do something useful before I'm gone. Will you heeelp me fulfill my wish...?" Terrance spoke with much difficulty.

"Yes son, just say it and I'll do whatever I can, I promise you, son, I promise. And you and Ben can do whatever you guys want the moment both of you are both discharged, you hear? You can do as you like, I promise!!"

"I...I want th.. d..doctors to remove mmmy heart an...and... give it to Ben once I die..."

"Terrance, please don't say that! You won't die! You won't die here... I'll get you the best doctors there are to handle your operation, you hear that? You won't die...."

"Pleasssse pr..promise meeee, daaa...." Terrance closed his eyes and managed a weak smile before his last ounce of strength left him. Yes, he was now at peace with the world; he was finally reconciled with his father; and knowing that by dying, Ben may live on.... The pulse monitor nearby went flat and he lost grip of his father's hands.

"SON! WAKE UP! TERRANCE, YOU WON'T DIE, YOU HEAR ME? YOU WON'T DIE.....!!!" And Jeff threw himself onto the bed where Terrance's lifeless body laid and wailed uncontrollably.

A month later.....

Autumn days, lying on a bed of leaves
Watching clouds up through the trees
Said our love was more than time

It's colder now,
Trees are bare and nights are long
Can't get warm since you've been gone
Can't stop singing sad songs

Where do I go from here?
Tell me where do I go from here?
You said you'd take me thru the years
So where do I go from here..... (Where Do I Go From Here - The Carpenters)

It was about 6.30pm on a Saturday afternoon and the sun was setting in the horizon off Tioman Island. The bum boat was anchored about half a kilometer from the shore. It rocked gently like a cradle in the wind as the waves crashed against it.

Ben had reached the island earlier after a tiring 9 hours of traveling from Singapore. He was still recuperating from his heart transplant surgery and couldn't exert himself too much. Still, he managed to persuade his parents to allow him to make this arduous journey alone. He had rented the bum boat from a kind Malay fisherman at the jetty to do what he felt he needed to do. It was a bittersweet moment; one he will always remember for the rest of his life.

The evening sky turned slowly from a bright yellow, to orange, and finally a golden amber... For a moment, Ben felt he was being transported back in time into Terrance's room on that very evening where they admired the sunset together and gazed at the pair of pigeons that was perched on the windowsill. The scene seemed so real and familiar, and he could even recall Terrance playing the guitar and singing his favorite Faye Wong's song to him....

我愿意为你
我愿意为你
我愿意为你忘记我性命
就算多一秒停留在你怀里
失去世界也不可惜... (I'm Willing - By Faye Wong)

It was time... He took out a piece of paper in which he had written a letter addressed to Terrance and read it out softly as if he was speaking to him that very moment:

My Dearest Terrance,

It was fate that brought us together, and perhaps fate too that we're not meant to stay together. I have always cherished you as a dear friend, buddy and a dear brother. I thank you for teaching me the ways of the world and how to stand up and be independent. But most of all, I thank you for giving me your heart; for giving me a new lease of life... You died so I may live; it's a sacrifice I'll never be able to repay in my lifetime.

But we are one now. And where I go, you'd go too. I'll never feel lonely knowing you're always so close by me... inside of me...

Here we are now, in Tioman, the place you've liked so much. Even though you're physically not here with me, I can sense your presence with me this moment. Let this very moment be forever etched into our memories.

I'll leave you now in your Garden of Eden. May you always be happy here.

Ben uncovered the urn holding Terrance's ashes. Next, he took out a lighter to set the letter alight and threw it into the urn. He watched as the fire quickly consumed the little piece of paper. Once the letter was completely interred with the ashes, he went over to the side of the boat and gently emptied out the contents into the sea whereby the gentle currents came and carried it away before slowly disappearing in the direction of the sun.

A lone tear fell onto his lap as Ben gently caressed the shark tooth that was hanging around his neck, and he started reminiscing the short but wonderful time Terrance and him had spent together... "I love you, Terrance, I'll always love you..." He whispered.

[Marky's life stories] - I'll always be there - Part 15

2011-02-09T14:16:00.004+08:00

The duo woke up at about the same time when sunlight flooded the room and shone directly onto their faces. Ben looked at his watch. Gosh! It was already 11am!! The previous day's activity had left them totally exhausted as usual. The room started getting warmer and their bodies started to glisten with perspiration again. By now, the boys were in various shades of tan from the previous day's exposure to the sun. Ben was a nice shrimp pink while Terrance was golden brown. Ben looked placidly at Terrance; it was a sight to behold, and he sighed at contented sigh.

"What are you looking at?" Terrance asked.

"Oh nothing much, just that incredible body of yours." Ben was quite frank by now and no longer that bashful lad Terrance knew three months earlier.

"Incredible? What do you mean?" Of course Terrance knew all along the kind of effect his body has on others but intentionally wanted Ben to say it out... and he was not disappointed by the gullible Ben.

"Wow, you don't know ah? For a start, I like that golden tan of yours." Ben offered.

"Is that all?"

"Errrmm, you are handsome.."

"There must be more!" Terrance demanded.

"Well, ermmm, you h...have very defined ermmm... muscles...." Ben was feeling a little embarrassed by now.

"And what about my..." Terrance started rubbing his own crotch and smiling coyly.

"Hey cut it out you idiot! I'm not taking you on any ego trip!!" Ben was pissed when he suddenly realized he has been taken for a ride.

"Hehehe..., it really makes me feel good to hear all that stuff about myself." Terrance was beaming.

"Yeah right! Now it's your turn to say me something nice about me!!" Ben insisted.

"You!!?? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately!!?? Oh God!!! You're lucky I've got bad taste!! Hahaha..." Terrance joked.

Ben didn't realize it and felt a little hurt in the process. All of a sudden, he became a little downcast and started frowning. "I knew it, I'll never be anywhere near you..."

Terrance stopped laughing when he realized his banter had achieved the negative effects. He quickly grabbed hold of Ben by his shoulders to pacify him.

"Hey baby, I'm sorry. I was just joking, ok? I really like your body too."

"Yeah, right! You're just trying to make me feel good... sigh.." Ben wasn't convinced.

"Look Ben, if your body doesn't have any effects on me, would I still be interested in making love to you? You have that perfect body I've been dreaming about all the while!!"

"What can you possibly see in this scrawny frame?"

"Well, for one, you have very nice skin tone and complexion. You don't darken under the sun but you have this nice healthy pink on you. And you look very cute despite having glasses on; that's what attracted me to you when I first saw you, remember?"

"What about my body?"

"Well, I like your sender frame and supple skin. And I like your natural body scent too; it has this subtle sweetness of a young teenager. You also have that vulnerable look on you; the kind that makes me go all soft and swear that I want to cuddle and take care of you for the rest of my life!" Terrance proudly declared.

"Really!?" Ben was starting to cheer up.

"That's the truth, Ben, just didn't have the opportunity to bring up the subject. How I wished I can have your body to hold and cling on to all day!!"

"Gosh, how I wish I can have yours too!! I feel so safe and secure whenever I hold onto you. It's like you're the only one in this world who knows me inside out and only you know how to look after me... You know, that first time I rode pillion on your bike and you asked me to grab hold of you? I wished I never ever have to let go of you. And I like to sniff you too... you have that nice manly and confident smell. And when I smell you, I feel like I'm home no matter where I am."

"Maybe we should exchange bodies then? That way, we'll both get what we wanted so much!!"

"And I be admiring myself in the mirror all day!!" Ben added.

"And I'll wank off on this piece of meat from morning till night!!!" Terrance chuckled.

The heat in the room became more intense; it is rare to get such intense sunshine during the monsoon season. Instantly, both got out of bed and popped over to the bathroom for a cool shower.

"Ben, 新年快乐!" Terrance whispered into his ears as he gently shampooed Ben's head.

"Yeah, 新年快乐and恭喜发财 to you too!" Ben responded. He loves it when Terrance shampoos his hair for him; he has come to enjoy being pampered in this manner.

"Shall we just have those canned foods that we bought at Parkson for lunch? It's daytime and I don't fancy bumping into your dad's security officers again."

"Sure, anything's fine with me."

"You sure you won't complain? You haven't had your chocolate oats milk in days. There's only Magnolia in the car boot..." Terrance intentionally mentioned sarcastically.

"Hey, you slime me one more time and I'll really try that broomstick thing up your butt!" Ben mockingly threatened.

"And poor baby, we didn't bring any multi-vites for this trip either. By the time we leave this place..." Before Terrance could continue further, Ben had already soaped his fingers and in one swift move, he planted his right middle finger deep inside Terrance's butt hole and began pumping it in and out while his other hand began jerking at Terrance's manhood at a furious pace.

"So you think I don't dare, huh??" Ben teased and continued relentlessly.

"Hey, ouch! Cool it man, this ain't very manly for me! I've never been fingered by anyone before!" Terrance howlered. But soon, the act got the better of him and he wrapped his arms tightly around Ben and gave him a warm hot kiss as he savored that exquisite moment. The thought of being forcefully entered by the one you love so much made the moment even more erotic. Terrance began to ease and relax his glute muscles, facilitating Ben in his task. "Ahh..., this is wonderful...." He whispered to Ben as he surrendered himself to the double stimulation Ben was administering to him.

"You think you'll be able to shoot your load if I keep this up?" Ben asked between their passionate kissing; he was eager to do whatever pleases Terrance. His right hand finger is still pumping Terrance's butt furiously while his other hand continued its frontal assault.

"I... I think I can shoot my load any moment... argghh..."

Suddenly, Ben felt a spurt of warm cum squirting onto his torso and knew instantly that Terrance had climaxed. He removed his hands to grab hold of Terrance just in time as Terrance almost collapsed onto the bathroom floor from the ordeal.

"Phew! You sure are bent on milking me dry, aren't you?" Terrance gasped for air.

"Just wanted to see how long you can keep this up." Ben smiled.

“And you'd be the next, I guarantee it. I'll return the favor. Just you wait..., just you wait...” Terrance assured, still panting away...

Hurriedly, they showered themselves clean and soon made their way down to the beach for their first ever picnic together. They walked to the same spot where they sat the day before, laid out the ground sheets and started opening the canned foods. There were 2 cans each of Yeo's chicken curry, Ayam brand's tuna in mayonnaise, Tom Piper's beef stew, Maling luncheon meat and a large tin of Del Monte's fruit cocktail.

The boys wasted no time to opening up the tins and devouring the contents. It wasn't long before a pile of empty cans was all that's left of what some would have considered as a housewife's week's worth of groceries. Soon, both were belching with satisfaction.

"I remember you were supposed to tell me more about the army; about what you do there?" Ben asked as he diligently tried to scoop out the last stubborn bits of fruit cocktail from the tin.

"Well, as an armor engineer, we travel about in the M113 armored personnel carriers and before I was sent off to be a training instructor, I used to occupy the cuppola while the rest had to sit inside the vehicle. You know, the cuppola's the part where half your body's inside the vehicle and the other half's above it."

"Wow, that must have been quite exciting!!" Ben remarked.

"Yes, in all sense of the word..." Terrance grinned.

"What are you saying?"

"Ever wonder what goes on below deck?" Terrance asked.

"Quick, tell me!!" Ben demanded.

"You won't believe how many horny chaps we had back then. Many of them used to make out inside these vehicles. It could be just simply grabbing one another's crotch or mutual masturbation! It's better than doing it inside a car as there are no windows at all!! The best part's when we practice the overturning drill. That's where we simulate the situation where the vehicle's overturning and we had to grab tightly to each other. That can be so stimulating at times and some of us would have to literally put our faces to the crotch area of our buddies while they grab hold of us tightly!! The naughty ones would take this opportunity to bite at each other's dickies..."

Ben's heart pounded heavily as he listened intently to Terrance's story which was intended to make him horny as well. "You know, I was thinking... I would like to be an armored engineer too if I ever get to choose my vocation. Then I'll get to experience those same thing you mentioned once inside the M113s too!"

"Oh yeah? If you ever get posted there, I'll make sure you come directly under my supervision!" Terrance insisted.

"Yeah? I'll make sure you get a hard time from me!!" Ben quipped back.

"Believe me, Ben, the army's not like your college where you can terrorize your teachers.... And I can make you do anything I wanted!!" Terrance flashed a naughty grin.

"Oh yeah? And tell me what will you do if I go out of line?" Ben was beginning to enjoy this little banter.

"For a start, I'd say "Come here, soldier boy!! Who the f**k do you think you are, huh? Now drop twenty for me!! Yeah! That's it boy! That's it! We'll see who's the boss here!! Now do it with your clothes off, soldier boy! Yeah! Take them off and show me your lean body, boy!!... Now crawl over here to your Sergeant and service my c**k, boy!!"" Terrance spoke with mock authority and Ben was obviously beginning to warm up to his lewd suggestions.

"You bet I'll service my Sergeant's cock! I'll do it sooo well I'll probably get the best trainee award!" Ben chuckled.

"Yeah, you do that boy and I'll make you my vehicle commander! And while you're up there on the cuppola, I'll strategically position myself below deck and give your boy cock the time of its life!!!" Terrance continued his suggestive remarks.

"Damn it, Terrance, you're getting me all excited right now! Let's enact what we've just imagined!! I haven't shot out in the past 24 over hours!!" Ben had begun to remove his T-shirt.

Terrance lost no time in riding his hands up Ben's thighs and into his shorts as Ben laid down on the groundsheet. He caressed Ben's meat through the thin fabric of his underwear and it sprang to attention almost immediately. And to tease it further, he started rubbing the sensitive regions around the crotch till Ben's pole was aching to be released from its tight confines. And when the timing's about right, he pulled down both the shorts and underwear to reveal a fine piece of meat that stood upright, pointing towards the noonday's sun. A large drop of pre-cum crowned the head and sparkled in the bright sunshine. Terrance leaned forward and eagerly licked it up. The appetizer tasted sweet, hinting of an even tastier dessert that awaits at the end of the task, so Terrance needed no coaxing in engulfing the meaty frankfurter in front of him. Each ploughing motion sent incredible sensations throughout Ben's entire body making him squirm in ecstasy. He bent forward and grabbed Terrance's muscular thighs towards himself and soon the pair was in a 69 position with both looking like a pair of nodding donkeys as they vigorously try to coax each other's manhood to release its precious hoard of honey nectar.

The sight of these two hot naked bodies basking and making love in the mid-day sun was fabulously erotic. Soon, both their bodies were dripping in sweat as they continued with their passionate lovemaking. Ben was the first to take a breather from the action. "Oh boy, I coming, Terrance..., I'm coming..." Ben's face became all screwed up as he tried his very best to prolong the incredible sensation. And with a shrudder, out came squirts after squirts of the sweet teenage cream which Terrance lapped up with delight. Thereafter, he allowed Ben a moment's rest to catch his breath.

Ben heaved heavily for a minute or two. The sight of Terrance's sinewy body glistening with sweat under the bright sunlight made him all excited again and just then he remembered the session he had at Ryu's two days earlier and was eager to show Terrance some new acts he has learnt.

He leaned forward and held Terrance's face with both hands before planting a light kiss on his lips. The light kiss became a heavy one with both their tongues engaging in a friendly wrestling match. Some residual cum was still evidence inside Terrance's mouth and Ben got to taste his own juice in the process. It tasted good, and Ben was secretly pleased with himself. So good he sucked it all back in the pretext of kissing Terrance. Next, he proceeded to give Terrace a tongue bath. First the chin, then the throat region, and then the pecs before finally ending at the nipples. He gave them each a teasing nibble to arouse them and both erected obediently. While suckling on them, Ben's other hand strayed down Terrance's body, caressing his lean torso and then down to ploughing Terrance's shaft.

Just when Terrance felt he could shot his load any moment, he grabbed hold of Ben's hands to stop the masturbation. "No Ben, not today. Today, you'll be undergoing the rites of manhood." Terrance grinned.

"What's that?"

"That's where I'll jack you off as many times as I can and we'll see if you're every bit a man like me!" With that, Terrance suddenly pin Ben down onto the groundsheet with his back facing him and he grab both Ben's arms and pinned them behind him.

"Hey wait! My balls need time to replenish its supplies!!" Ben tried to wrestle free from Terrance's clutches but knew it was a futile effort.

Too late, Terrance had already got down to work. "Remember I promised you earlier I return the favor?? I'm sure there's plenty of juice in your young teenage balls!!" Terrance wasn't easily taken in by Ben's reasoning.

The more Ben struggled the more excited he became. This sensual game of wrestling and ample skin contact made his heart pumped wildly with excitement and soon he tightened and curled up his body before collapsing backwards yielding streams of his white juices on the ground sheet.

"Ok, ok, let's stop for a while, please. My meat is aching. If this is what it takes to be a man, I'll rather not be one." Ben gasped and panted.

"Of course you want to be one!" Terrance said as he scooped up the semen from the ground sheet and fling it onto the nearby sand. "There! Should some female hermit crab crawl by and accidentally walk into that gooey mess, it'll definitely get pregnant, and we'll have little short-sighted and fair-skinned baby crabs crawling all over this beach in no time!" Terrance chuckled.

"Ha ha, very funny. I'll feed your sperm to the crabs too and after this monsoon season, we'll see meaty hermit crabs posing all over this beach like they're some Baywatch hunks!" Ben countered.

"And I suppose those hunky crabs will fall instantly in love with the short sighted ones?" Terrance posed.

"Oh definitely! And they'll make out too and have more babies in the process!" Ben added.

"Nah, that's not possible cos they'll all be gay crabs!! Hahahaha...." Terrance couldn't help but laugh at his own jokes. Then he realized he must have said something sensitive because Ben became very quiet all of a sudden. "Oops, that was in bad taste. I'm sorry Ben, I really am... please Ben, cheer up." Terrance pleaded.

"I'm alright, really, I am. Just feeling kind of tired at the moment. Shall we proceed back to the hut for a shower?" Ben suggested.

"Sure, but only if you tell me what's bothering you. I will feel very guilty if we leave this place now without me knowing what's bothering you." Terrance persuaded.

"Oh it's nothing really. Sometimes I do wonder why I'm born this way; like whether my parents had a hand in it or that I developed this inclination in my early adolescence... It just isn't fair to me. It's just not fair..." Ben frowned heavily

"Of course it is fair... well most of the time anyway. Mother Nature does have this tendency to distribute a fair quantity of attributes to most of us. Look at your friends; those blessed with intelligence may not be blessed with looks. And though both our production process went wrong somewhere down the road, I'm blessed with a nice body and you have handsome good looks. It's Nature's way of compensating the imperfections I supposed..." Terrance pacified Ben in his matured tone of voice.

"Sigh, if I have a choice, I won't hesitate to give up my looks just to lead a normal life. I've walked down Orchard Road before and see so many plain looking guys who are happily attached; and here I am knowing I can never be as happy as even the ugliest of these straight guys..." Ben frowned again.

"Look Ben, of course you can be happy! Happiness isn't found when everything goes according as you have wished. Happiness means accepting and being at peace with whatever situation you are in. Yes, we are gay! Let's come to terms with it. We'll never ever be happy if we keep lamenting our fates because it's not something that will go away with age, so let's not kid ourselves. Look at me, do you for a moment think I've always been this happy and carefree all the while? Definitely not! Remember our first date at the East Coast Park breaker? I told you too I've prayed countless times to the Goddess of Mercy but nothing happened! If Christianity can cure this disorder, then it would have been the number one religion by now! And if counseling and therapy can help, then it would have been a multi-billion dollar industry by now. It's just that we eagerly seek the acceptance and understanding from the ones we love but we know they'll never understand our plight. But this much I'll tell you, Ben; as long as you accept yourself for who you are, then half the battle won is already won."

"Ya, but you say it like it's such an easy thing to do..."

"No, I didn't say that. And I have to admit the initial step of self-acceptance is never easy, but you have to try. And unless you try, you'll never know what lies at the end of the rainbow for you."

Ben looked at Terrance with admiration. Terrance had indeed matured markedly over the past few weeks since the passing of his mother. Suddenly, tears started filling his eyes.

I'll do as you say, Terrance, but promise you'll always be there to pull me through this awful stage. Right now I feel like I'm the only person suffering from this ordeal and I really feel like giving up..." Ben started crying.

"Sssshhh, I promise you I'll always be there for you... ssshhh... I promise...." Terrance cooed softly into Ben's ears.

Time seemed to have passed rather quickly. The sky had started to turn a shade yellow. Apparently the boys had been sitting on that same spot for over half the day. The tide has ebbed, exposing a muddy seabed that was teaming with seaweed and driftwood. And sandpipers flocked down in doves and started foraging for food. The boys picked up their belongings and headed back to their chalet. ...

[Marky's life stories] - I'll always be there - Part 14

2011-02-05T14:15:00.004+08:00

It was just past 10pm when they finally got back to Cik Suara's Cottage. Apparently, the beauty of the East Coast had fascinated them so much that they had driven farther up north to the picturesque royal town of Pekan for some sightseeing. Had it not been for their possessions back at Cik Suara's, they might have considered spending the night up in Kuantan instead. They dimmed the car headlights before reaching the compound so as not to awake Cik Suara. A strong breeze greeted them as they got out of the Mondeo and instantly, they remembered why Cik Suara mentioned no air conditioning was necessary earlier on. The waves were stilling pounding the shores relentlessly, producing a thunderous roar and the winds were so strong that even the leaves of the coconut trees rustled noisily like Polynesian girls doing the hula dance. Terrance lit the 2 hurricane lamps in the hut as Ben removed the groceries from the car.

"I think it's going to be cold tonight, Terrance, brrrrrr...." Ben commented as he tucked both his hands tightly under his armpits in a futile effort to keep his slender body from shivering.

"How? Does this feel much better, baby?" Terrance asked as his embraced Ben from behind.

"Oh yeah, much better, so much much better..." Ben responded.

Yes, the feeling was wonderful, knowing that someone whom you loved so much is always there for you when you needed him to; the feeling of being able to love and be loved. And the two of them just stood there inside the room slowly rocking in a gentle embrace, looking out of the window into the star lit night, not saying anything but just savoring the tender moment for all it was worth.

"I love you very much, Ben." Terrance whispered as he gently nibbled at Ben's right ear, still maintaining the loving embrace from behind.

"I love you too, Terrance" Ben reciprocated as his hands caressed Terrance's strong arms that were wrapped around him.

Soon, they were at it again. Ben gently removed Terrance's shirt to reveal the taut and beautifully tanned body. The subtle lighting from the hurricane lamp made his skin shine and reflecting a healthy golden glow. Terrance removed Ben's shirt too; yes, it was now a nice shade of pink. And they stood there and kissed for the longest time as their hands slowly explored one another's beautifully made bodies.

Ben's hands soon found their way to Terrance's hard pole and started giving it a gentle rubbing. The session he had at Ryu's did much in helping him improve his repertoire of sexual gratification. He pulled back Terrance's foreskin and started rubbing the base of the head causing Terrance to moan softly with extreme pleasure.

"Aahhh.., yes Ben, yesss.... oh... this feels so good....." Terrance whispered with his eyes closed, trembling occasionally as Ben's manipulation sent occasional waves of electrical impulses throughout his body. And his hands were caressing Ben's soft hair and baby smooth face... he was in paradise. "Let's lie down on the mattress instead." Terrance suggested, breaking the momentum of Ben's recently acquired skilled manipulation of his manhood; he did want to cum so fast and wanted the sensation to last as long as possible.

Once both the boys were comfortably settled down on the mattress, Terrance reached for Ben's face and gave him another hot and passionate kiss. Ben's lips parted eagerly to receive Terrance's tongue the moment he felt Terrance's warm breath. Both the boys' tongues were now engaged in a friendly foreplay of their own. And as Terrance squeezed Ben harder in the heated passion, Ben reciprocated with equally intense kissing; it was like he was sucking the breath of life out of Terrance.

Ben resumed his stimulation of Terrance's meat and was soon rewarded with a golden drop of precum that appeared at the slit like a drop of morning dew. He disengaged himself from Terrance's embrace and placed his mouth over to lick up the precious liquid. And as he took the beautiful piece of meat into his mouth, he was rewarded with more of the sweet nectar. There was nothing more in this world that he wanted this very moment than to extract and savor the sacred seed from this muscle god lying here before his very eyes. Ben's hands strayed away to explore the ridges and ripples of Terrance's warm and sinewy body while his mouth continued pumping hard on the love muscle, coaxing it to yield its precious hoard.

Terrance would give the world to make this moment last forever. Ten minutes on and his body was glistening with perspiration as he tried hard not to climax too early. But with a determined young lad, the love of his life pumping his manhood with such eagerness, he soon succumbed....

"Ben..., I'm coming...." Terrance mumbled with his teeth clenched tight in a futile effort to prolong the ecstasy. And with a final gasp for air, he held on tightly to Ben's head and curled his entire body up as spurts after spurts of the love nectar shot directly into Ben's eagerly awaiting mouth. Ben continued his sucking till his muscle god's meat has yielded its final drop of honey and collapsed back onto the mattress as the last of the spasms left him drained, spent but emotionally fulfilled.

"Ahhh..., I've just drunk the liquid essence of my muscled greek hero and I'll be as strong and healthy as he from now onwards..." Ben whispered softly into Terrance's ears as he laid down on the mattress to join a tired but happy Terrance.

"Yes, you have, Ben, and you're like an angel; a heaven sent..."

"And from the heavens I now sprinkle moondust on you... May your body always glow like it is now..." Ben whispered.

They held each other tightly and stared upwards at the empty ceiling. Both had enjoyed themselves thoroughly and it was really a night to remember. Then the strong tropical breeze started blowing into the room again serenading the boys to a blissful sleep…

[Marky's life stories] - I'll always be there - Part 13

2011-02-03T14:14:00.004+08:00

The road leading to Mersing was a long and deserted one with the occasional oil palm plantation and forest lining both sides of the road. An hour had passed since the ugly incidence. Ben could only achieve about 70 km/h as he wasn't confident on driving with the poor road conditions. Terrance looked at Ben and noticed the frown on his face.

"Hey buddy, don't worry ok? If they're meant to catch up with us, then so be it. Safety is my utmost concern." Terrance gave Ben's left hand a tight squeeze.

"I did kick that asshole's crotch really hard. I wonder if he'll take his revenge on me... I'm scared; I've never hurt anyone before.... Hug me a while, can?" Ben muttered.

"Hey, remember: I'll always be there for you! I won't let anyone harm you, okay?" Terrance promised as he bent over side way to embrace Ben. "Cheer up, we're reaching Mersing soon."

Ben looked at his rear view mirror and caught sight of the red Sunny which was fast closing in again.

"Oh no, it's them again!!" Ben was frightened. He stepped on the accelerator and the Mondeo surged forward violently.

The Sunny caught up and started horning at them again. This time however, neither of the boys paid any attention to the incessant horning.

"Eh, we're approaching town soon! You better ram their car or something to get them to stop. Once we enter town, we will have no chance to catch them!" Den instructed his colleague.

"Whatever you say, as long as you're the one answering to Mr Low!" And the Sunny overtook on the right lane till it came side by side the Mondeo. A sudden left turn was made and it resulted in an impact with the Mondeo.

"Terrance, what shall we do!!?? I'm scared! Den's gonna kill me!" Ben went pale in the face and started hyperventilating.

"Calm down Ben, we're reaching town soon and we'll stop at the police station. We should be safe there." Terrance held Ben's hands tightly again.

Suddenly, the second impact came, and subsequently a third.

"Oh no Terrance, they mean business! Oh shit! Ah... Ah...my heart... I can't breathe properly..." Ben grimaced as one of his hands clasped tightly to his chest.

"Oh shit, oh shit Ben, don't frighten me, Ben!! Don't freak out on me now, please!!! Take a few deep breath, please!!!" Terrance saw Ben face going pale and he was frightened too.

Both cars entered Mersing town moments later, with the Sunny dangerously close behind.

"Ben, I'm worried for you, man. Let's stop the car now, please??" Terrance pleaded.

"Ahh.... I can still manage... ouch..." Ben managed to speak with slightly difficulty.

Both cars came to a T-junction and Ben made a sudden left turn towards the north in the direction heading for Kuantan. Two buses came between the cars and managed to stop the pursuing Sunny in the process. It wasn't until they got out of Mersing and into some dirt track that Ben stopped the car to recover from the ordeal. He turned off the car engine and started gasping for breath.

"Oh my heart hurts...." Ben grimaced in pain as his lips started to turn pale.

"Come on Ben, you can pull through this one.... Just breathe in deeply... yes, that's it... yes, that's good... now again..." Terrance coached.

Ben followed Terrance's instructions and he did feel better after a while. They stayed at that spot till they think the Sunny has missed them. While Ben rested from the ordeal, Terrance got out of the car to examine the damage done by the collision with the Sunny; it was bad, and he didn't think Ben would want to see it for the time being. After Ben recovered, he shifted over to the passenger side and Terrance drove instead.

The drive now was much more peaceful. There was nothing on either side of the roads except for dense plantations of coconut trees. But the curtain of dense coconut trees soon gave way, revealing the famed crystal clear, turquoise waters of the East Coast. The waves were still strong as it was the tail-end of the north-east monsoon season. Nevertheless, the lure of the swaying palms and long stretches of deserted beaches was irresistible.

It wasn't long before they spotted a cluster of attap houses. With their bladders almost bursting, the boys needed a pee break badly. Terrance slowed down his driving and looked around for a coffee shop to answer to nature's call but alas there were none in sight in such a small village. Just then, they came across a little wooden sign that says Suara's Chalets and decided to check the place out.

They made a turn off the main road and onto a small and narrow sandy path leading to a neat row of about 10 brightly painted little huts fronting a picturesque beach.

The boys got out of their Mondeo and was immediately greeted by a sea breeze so strong it made their T-shirts and bermudas flutter wildly; and waves so mighty they pounded the beach with a thunderous roar. It was indeed a magnificent sight to behold.

"Wow, Terrance, this is just like Hawaii!" Ben gasped.

"Waaah, this is heaven on earth!" Terrance responded, equally in awe.

Neither needed further convincing to make this out-of-this-world place they temporary retreat for the next few days. Terrance parked the Mondeo while Ben did the checking-in. Cik Suara, a lady in her mid-thirties greeted him with enthusiasm. It turned out that the chalets were new and business only began a week ago; and since it was still the monsoon season, there were no other guests in sight. For a mere RM25 per night, they got a cozy beach hut with a 4-inch thick mattress on the floor, and with an attached toilet. Lighting came in the form of two little hurricane lamps placed on a wooded plank jutting out from the wall...well, whoever said they needed bright lights in the room at night anyway... Ben looked around for the air-conditioner but couldn't find any.

"Tak perlu air con lah.." Cik Suara responded knowingly, and they soon realized why. The entire resort was blessed by a strong sea breeze that blows throughout the day and night.

Soon, the boys were comfortably settled down in their little love hut.

"Are you alright, Ben?" Terrance asked, referring to Ben's heart condition.

"Yeah, much better now. Damn those idiots! I'll make them pay for it one day!" Ben replied while massaging his chest.

"Oooh Ben..." Terrance gave Ben a warm hug. "I'll always be here for you. I'll never let anything happen to you, I promise!!" He reassured.

"Yeah, I know you will, Terrance, I know you'll always be there for me." Ben felt he was the luckiest guy in the world.

"Tell you what, Ben, let's take things easy for the rest of the day, shall we? Let's change up now and go take a walk on the beach" Terrance spoke with genuine concern.

So they took of their track shoes and put on the sports sandals instead. Then they took off their T-shirts and wore their Hawaiian shirts and caps. And with the sunscreen in their hands, they were ready to hit the beach.

Beach was just a stone's throw from their hut. Fortunately for them, they were shielded from the strong noon-day sun by a large passing cloud. The beach was pristine and there doesn't seem to be a soul in sight for miles! Still, the boys took a stroll towards the north direction away from Cik Suara's hut for some added privacy. Soon, they chance upon a nice shady spot on the virgin sand just underneath a cluster of swaying coconut palms. The ground sheet was opened and they promptly plunk themselves on top of it. And they just sat there for what seemed like eternity, admiring the vastness of the South China Sea.

"Look to your one o'clock," Terrance was the first to break the silence. "Somewhere there, beyond the horizon lies Tioman Island. My army buddies and I were there two years ago during our unit's block leave. It is one of the most beautiful places on earth!"

"Right, like sure it is..." Ben wasn't exactly convinced.

"Hey I'm not kidding! You know the show "South Pacific"....? Well..., anyway, Hollywood actually filmed the movie there, so you see, it is supposed to be more picturesque than those Polynesian islands!"

"Really? So what did you guys do there?" Ben was now eager to hear.

"Well, we chartered a boat for 3 days and that allowed us to get the boatman to bring us to wherever we wanted during those 3 days. And we went snorkeling and fishing.... The water there was so clear you could see the seabed! There were so many giant clams around too and we managed to dislodge four off from among the corals with our diving knives and had the innkeeper cook them with sambal belacan that night for us!!"

"Hey, that's illegal! Giant clams are a protected species! How could you, Terrance!!?? I mean how could you have eaten them without me!!" Ben began to pout.

"Ooo, yum, yum! Yeah! I can still remember how tender those monster clams tasted..! Mmmm, yes..." Terrance began to tease Ben.

"Okie, back to your adventure!" Ben diverted the subject.

"As for the rest of the time, we trekked across the jungle to the other side of the island too to a beautiful cove. And along the way, we came across this waterfall hidden deep in the jungle and decided to take a dip in it. But while soaking there, some of us began to feel little creatures biting at us and on closer look, they were actually shrimps!! Yes, Benny, fresh water transparent shrimps!! That shows how clean the water was!! And in the eve..."

"I wanna go there too!! I wanna, I wanna!!" an eager Ben interrupted.

"We will someday, we will, that's a promise." Terrance assured.

There was a moment of peaceful silence as both boys breathed in deep the salt laden air and enjoyed the breathtaking scenery.

"It would have been reunion dinner with your parents tonight for you had you not spent it with me now. Any regrets, Ben?" Terrance asked all of a sudden.

"I must admit I do miss my mom... sigh..., and I do enjoy tossing the raw fish salad with my parents..." Ben frowned heavily.

"It's still not too late to turn back you know...." Terrance offered.

"Hey, I've always wanted to ask too, what's that thing you're always wearing around your neck?" Ben intentionally digressed.

"This? It's my lucky shark's tooth. Found it on the beach on that Tioman trip one morning while we're beach combing during low tide. It's supposed to be my good luck charm!" Terrance grinned as he fiddled with the 3cm long ivory-like object that was hanging around his neck.

"Surely you don't believe in that?"

"You bet I do. That's why I've never removed it ever since I got it made into a necklace at one of those wagon stalls at Clark Quay. Paid a cool ten bucks for this little leather strap" Terrance seemed so proud of his little possession.

Then it dawned upon Ben that not everything in this world can be bought with money and sometimes, the best things in life can be had for free... He'd give away all that he has to lead a humble life and enjoy the simple pleasures that Terrance had been showing him these many weeks.... A loud growl interrupted Ben's train of thoughts.

"What on earth was that!!" Terrance burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"That was my tummy speaking... yeah, go ahead and make fun of me!!" Ben said sheepishly and he put on a mock annoyance as a show of his displeasure with Terrance.

"Of course I know what it was...." Terrance still giggled as he looked at his watch. Apparently the car chase earlier had distracted them so much, they had forgotten all about their lunch. It was just past 4pm already. Funny how fast time flies when you are spending it with the one you love...

The boys hopped into the car again and drove out of their little paradise in search of food. Apparently, there was nothing within sight; this really was a sleepy little village. So they drove northwards and ended up at the next nearest town, Endau, for their meal.

[Marky's life stories] - I'll always be there - Part 12

2011-01-30T14:12:00.005+08:00

It was only about 9pm when they checked into the Putri Pan Pacific Hotel. Both were so exhausted and totally drained of their energies from the day's activities that they both chose to skip dinner. Within minutes of entering their room, both were sprawled on the queen size bed and were soon fast asleep.

Unknown to them however, the data of their hotel transaction has been captured and would by the following morning be relayed back to the Citibank Card Centre in S'pore where Jeff would be kept informed.

It was 9am on a beautiful Monday morning, the eve of the Chinese New Year holidays. Terrance was aroused from his sleep by his hunger pangs. Man, last evening's session was such a calorie burner, he thought to himself. He turned and looked at Ben who was still sleeping soundly beside him. Instantly, he remembered what happened to Ben and his heart started aching when he recalled Ben's pitiful sight while he was crying. He frowned heavily on thinking that Ben had ‘lost his virginity' to some stupid undeserving bloke. He made a promise to himself that he'll never allow anyone to mistreat his beloved Ben ever again. Ben woke up a little while later...

"Good morning, Your Highness, are you ready for breakfast?" Terrance teased.

"Oh cut the crap, what's the time now." Ben asked drowsily.

"It's breakfast time you sleepy head! Quick, get your ass off this bed at once, I'm starved!!"

"You can say that again. I'm hungry too. Man! I feel so drained from last night's activities..."

"Hey friend, you shot your load twice and you're drained? Looks like you'll have to undergo intensive training by me for the next few days!" Terrance grinned.

"Hey! I'm not some dairy sperm cow like you, ok? If you're that good, you can serve me a cup of your yogurt now!" Ben retorted.

The boys just got off the bed and headed down to the cafe below for an exquisite buffet breakfast. Neither had bothered to brush their teeth; they were simply too hungry to think about anything else.

It was coming close to 10.30am when they checked out of the hotel, ready to head for the East Coast. JB was pretty quiet that day. Apparently, most city folks had taken the day off to return to their villages in the countryside for the much-awaited reunion dinners. Just as Ben collected the car keys from the valet, they heard a voice calling out to them. Ben turned around and recognized the man to be one of his dad's security officers.

"Quick Terrance, get into the car!!" Ben shouted. And he took off even before Terrance could close the car door.

"Who was that guy back there?" Terrance asked.

"He's one of dad's security officers."

"Any idea as to what he wants?"

"Nope."

"Any idea how he knows where we were?" Terrance asked again.

"Nope..." Ben replied nonchalantly.

The drive out of JB towards Mersing was relatively quiet. Both were still trying to recover from the little shock they had outside the hotel. Ben drove while Terrance navigated. It took about an half-hour's drive before they reach the next town which was Ulu Tiram. The boys topped up the petrol there before heading off for Mersing. Just as they left Ulu Tiram, Ben noticed a red Nissan Sunny tailing them.

"Oh boy, I think we're being followed..." Ben frowned.

Terrance turned around and saw the Sunny too. "It's that guy again... Are the both of them dad's security officers?"

"Yeah, I recognize the car..."

"I suppose dad sent them??" Terrance was suspicious.

"I don't know..."

"Ben, be frank with me; did you inform dad about our trip!!??" Terrance grabbed hold of Ben's left hand which was resting on the transmission gear.

"I errm...., I forgot...." Ben mumbled softly.

"YOU FORGOT!?? YOU FORGOT!?? DAMN IT, BEN, YOU PROMISED ME YOU'D INFORM DAD ABOUT THIS TRIP!!" Terrance raised his voice.

"LOOK, I DIDN'T THINK HE WANTED TO TALK TO ME YET, OK!!!??"

"DAMN IT, BEN!! DO YOU KNOW DAD HAS BEEN BLAMING ME ALL THIS WHILE FOR HAVING A NEGATIVE INFLUENCE ON YOU!!?? AND HE PROBABLY THINK I INSITIGATED YOU TO COME ON THIS TRIP!!! DAMN YOU, BEN!! DAMN YOU!!!!"

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'LL CALL HIM THE MOMENT WE REACH MERSING, IS THAT OK!!?? YOU DON'T HAVE TO RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!!!!"

Terrance furiously reached behind and grabbed Ben's hand phone from the back seat to make the call. To his disappointment the LCD screen read "Out of Coverage".

"Damned! Don't you have auto-roaming on this thing?" Terrance was pissed.

"Look, I'm not 21 years old yet, ok!!??" Ben replied angrily. And all was quiet and tense again.

The red Sunny accelerated and got within three metres behind their Mondeo. The driver then proceeded to horn at their car to get the boys to pull over to the side of the road.

"Ben, let's stop the car." Terrance demanded.

"I can't, if what you said is true, then they might hit you."

"It's ok Ben, just STOP the car, better sorry now than later." Terrance replied sternly.

Ben reluctantly pulled the Mondeo over to the road shoulder and Terrance got out. The red car followed suit behind and two 'ah beng' looking characters stepped out of the Sunny and proceeded towards Terrance.

"You fxxking daring right? How dare you kidnap Mr Low's son!!??" One of them accused.

"You fxxking watch your words! Would Ben be driving the car if I'm the kidnapper!!??" Terrance shot back.

"Hey, Den, I'm not being kidnapped. I came here on my own free will!" Ben got out of the car and came to Terrance's defense.

"Whatever the case, Mr Low said you guys must return immediately! Tomorrow Chinese New Year already, I got better things to do than waste time with you all!" Den said as he and the other man grabbed hold of Terrance's arms.

"Hey, let go! We'll follow you back..! Hey!!" Terrance shouted as the guys wrenched his arms behind him rendering him powerless.

"HEY, YOU LET GO OF TERRANCE!!" Ben shouted and gave Den a kick in his groin causing him to fall to the ground and grimacing in pain. "Quick Terrance, get back into the car!!"

Both the boys dashed back into the car and drove off, leaving the 2 men behind to curse and swear.

"Phew, that was a close shave! Are you hurt, Terrance?" Ben asked with genuine concern.

"Nah, it's ok. I was only worried for you. You sure those guys work for your dad? The fat one sure looked kinda fierce. Wasn't sure if he'd use force on you too."

"You mean that Den Ong? That chap almost got fired recently for sleeping at work. Perhaps dad thought he was the best candidate to handle you.... I'm sorry I got you into this mess...., I really am..." Ben apologized.

"Never mind, it's over, but promise me you'll call dad once we reached Mersing, ok?"

"Ya, alright." Ben promised.

Meanwhile, the two men were scrambling to get back into the car to give chase.

"Damn it, my lum pah so fxxking painful now. Lum pah kena kick on Chinese New Year's eve, dunno got bad omen or not!! If I catch that fxxking Ben, I'm gonna squeeze his fxxking balls! I don't care whose son he is! I'm going to quit the company already! Kan ni na, that Mr Low better give me a big ang pow as compensation!!" Den cursed.

"Never mind lah! You better call Mr Low now and tell him we've located those two fxxkers! I'll try to catch up with them. It should be easy, there are no more towns for the next 40km." The other guy suggested.

"Kan ni na!!! The handphone cover broken! Must have happened when they kicked me. That chee bye Ben will pay for this!!" Den cursed again as he tried dialing back to Singapore. "Hello? Mr Low there? Eh! Hello!? Hello!? Chee Bye lah, the fxxking connection not stable! Chow chee bye!!"

Meanwhile, over at the Low's residence. Jeff was anxiously pacing the living room as Carol sat pensively on the couch.

"I think your men tried calling just now but the connection was bad." Carol informed Jeff on hanging up the phone.

"Never mind, they'll call again. Once Terrance and Ben return, I'll make sure they'll never see each other again!!"

"Will that make you any happier?" Carol posed as she picked up a photo of Ben from the nearby coffee table; she was anxious for Ben's safety.

"At least life will be back to the way it was!"

Carol looked at Ben's picture and started breaking down in tears. "Do you remember the day Ben was born? The doctors told us he would only have a 70% chance of leading a normal life. He was so small, frail and skinny then. I even thought he wouldn't make it pass the first year.... But look at him now; he's all grown up and tall. He has even done us proud all these years... God has already answered our prayers. I think it's time we cut the apron strings and let our children decide their future for themselves... afterall, the doctors have said that Ben would probably die of heart failure before either one of us will…." Carol continued crying.

Jeff went over and gave his wife a hug. "Oh honey..., don't cry anymore. I promise you I'll bring them back safely. I'll inform Den not to harm Terrance too, ok?" Jeff assured.