Scrapheap

It often happens this way, a few hours into the session, both person started to play with their phone and it was somehow mutually agreed without discussion, that a third guy is needed to spice things up. As there will always be some horny guy still awake in the wee hour of Saturday wanting to get lucky, it would usually be quickly arranged to kick start the party again. That is where this hook up story begins.

Woken by the sound of the messages at 3am, I know that it was obviously an invite to join a session from some of my acquaintances. True enough, it was from someone familiar. Though feeling sleepy, my sexual urges overcome my common sense and I find myself driving nearly an hour to the party location. My friend told me that he will be leaving early in the morning, so I naturally tries to let him have his way with the host. But somehow, the flame of lust fails to sustain the two men in heat, and a fourth guy was invited over. Since things didn't happen between the host and the friend, naturally I was designated to the host while the friend mingle with the fourth guy.

But at the time when the friend needs to leave, I was told that nothing happens between them during that whole time. Though no reason were disclose, I suspect it has to do with compatibility issues. In the morning, I have a feeling that the friend actually wanted to stay over, but the host nonchalantly reminded the friend that he needs to leave to attend to his errands. Right that moment, I caught a glimpse of dissatisfaction in the friends face at the corner of my eyes. He quietly pack and left. The fourth guy left soon after, though we did manage to catch some action. After that, it was just me and the host until 6pm. I clocked 14 hours for this session, with some serious humping involved.

I'm not sure if the friend is angry at me or not because he didn't message me afterwards. Still, I don't think that I should be blamed, even though I probably played a huge part in the whole session falling apart, but the way to The Great Promiscuousnes are paved with uneven rocks of sharp edges and slippery surface, all who seek it must embrace bruises and cut.

of Jealous & Possesive Boyfriend

At 4am, Kelvin messaged me and asked if I would like to go over to his place in the morning. When I replied his message, it was already 10am. He said that he was with his mom, so the plan was called off. Just another normal hookup gone sour, or so I thought. At around 4pm, Kelvin message me again asking me where I am. I told him I was at home. He asked me if I was alone, which I replied yes, I am home alone. Then he asked me if I am with this particular guy that was on Grindr. I told him again that I'm all by myself. But he was relentless. He asked if I'm with a guy called Terry, and send me a picture suggesting that I might know him under a different name. At that point, I was pissed. I bombarded that, if he choose not to believe what I said, he is better off not asking. Sadly, I don't think he got that message as he blocked me, but not before him calling me ruining his relationship.

I have had my share of sexing other man's boyfriend. No, there was no guilt for me. I'm certainly not going to be held responsible for anybody's relationship going south. But to be blamed for fucking with someone I didn't fuck with, that's my first time. In the beginning I was angry, but the more I think about it, the more I pity both Terry and Kelvin (err, maybe not Kelvin, gays don't forgive so easily, boohoo). To have a boyfriend that is jealous and possessive to that extent is depressing. A prayer to Terry, wherever and whoever you are, if ever you are real. Can't really rule out that it's just a wild fantasy by someone who overdose on illegal substances. Oh no, I'm not being mean here, I'm speaking a fact.

Go Play Outside

Epigram : If mom finds out what her geeky son was playing outside, she would have probably give him an Xbox instead.

We fantasize about it, we see amateur porn with people doing it, yet most of us don't dare to try it. If you don't know what I'm writing about still, it's outdoor sex. We want it but we don't dare to do it, that's how the scene was around here, back then before the millennium, but with the Generation Z onward, I'm not so sure how true it remains.

To start off, we need to get the terminology right. Outdoor sex should refer to sex outside of the confinement of a building, so having fun on an apartment's balcony is not outdoor sex in the strictest sense, but nevertheless, it's a tiny step away from pleasure in nature. Also, having sex in a public toilet has been categorized under Toilet Sex, although Car Sex does borderline outdoor, especially if it's moving on the road.

For most people, the fear of being caught in the act is what stopping them from having outdoor sex, but at the same time, it is exactly the excitement of being caught that thrill people into having outdoor sex. It took a decade plus before I let myself out to play.

The maiden trip happened a few months back. I was invited by a buddy to join another two of his buddies on a short trip to a waterfall in Hulu Langat. He explicitly mentioned that we were all required to wear thong. So I wore the only pair of thong that I have in my drawer, which was a pair of GMW in bright neon green, a gift by a buddy who got it as a gift. It took us an hour plus to get there, and a good 15 minutes or so to travel up until we reach the deserted part of the waterfall. As we track up the waterfall, we sees tons of people picnicking by the side, what amazed us was not the crowd but the fact that families would go on a picnic during a working weekday.

Once we reached the top and made sure that nobody was around, we put down our belongings and stripped down naked, all the while looking over the horizon to make sure that the coast remains clear. We were worried of being caught, so we decided to always have someone taking guard.

One would think that the sight of three men in thong ready to have fun will surely bring on reaction, but a dip into the pool of running cold water will likely release the build up of muscle tension. At the end, some light oral sex was performed, while one was penetrated in the bushes by the waterfall. Personally, the combination of weariness, cold running water, tiny bugs flying around, sands sticking on the body, wild dogs in the woods barking, falling branches and lurking evil spirits from local folklore, all made the experience less enjoyable. Would I go for outdoor sex again? Definitely, but not at a waterfall, that's one location I'll be crossing off permanently in my book.

Throwback - Chat Room

I was added to a line chat group the other day of a particular gay sexual interest where there was bunch of cute guys on it. I was kicked out of the chat group for being inactive later but that was to be expected. During that few days where I was in the chat room, I felt like I was back to the time where chat rooms were the in thing, where people chat and try to hook up. That was also where I got most of my sexual encounters through. I guess it was a simpler time then, with plenty of libido running high in my body. Now that age caught up and testosterone dwindle, I look back at my pass knowing that I have no regret in the aspect of sexual satisfaction.

I'm sorry for your lost

My dear, my condolence to you for the passing of your dad. I know that it has been a rocky relationship between the two of you, but I also know of the strong sense of responsibility you have towards your family, you must feel very bad. But I know your will is strong, so though I silently feel your sadness, I know you will sail through this moment just as you conquered all the hurdles in life.