Jakarta Trip 2005 (INDOCHUB)

Okay this is gonna be a very long post. So I'd better start with an Introduction.

On the 27th of Nov. me and Abu_Chub departed from KLIA airport. Our destination Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, Jakarta. Due to some glitches, I arrived 10 minutes before departure. Phew! that was really a close call.

Unable to change since my bag was with Abu_Chub. I boarded the flight with a shorts khaki and an old flip-flop.


Day 1 (Sunday)
Arrive in Jakarta and met Ndut waiting for us at the arrival hall. Went for makan-makan at Sederhana Nasi Padang. Then to a nearby sundry shop for some provisioning. Then off to Alila Jakarta Hotel. The hotel was an impressive 5 star hotel with a designer decor. Ndut left us at the hotel since he got a wedding to attend.We went out for a walk around the area. After a long and tiring walk we finally found a shopping area. Bought a prepaid card and top-up (pulsar). Called Nurul for directions. Unfortunately, he was unable to join us. Later that night, Bobby and Sam arrived. We went for Nasi Uduk (sorta like nasi lemak at one of the street stall) and we decided to go clubbing at this new place called Heaven. Luckly for us, it's their grand opening. The security was really tight as they do a body check on all the people going in and out of the place. There was a fashion show and performances. It was really crowded. Met Fahmi and Kiki over at heaven.
(sorry no pics coz my mobile ran out of battery)

Day 2 (Monday)
We moved to another Hotel called Banyan Boulivar. We got lost while trying to find Taman Anggerik ( a huge shopping mall) even when it's just behind the hotel. Ndut later joined us at Taman Anggerik and we bumped with a few more friends at Taman Anggerik. Bought a travel charger at Taman Anggerik since the one we brought from Malaysia had a different plug. Went to a place near Semanggir called Clownice / Comedy Cafe. Word has it, that it's the place is for chubbies and the staff are cute and flirtable. How very true that was. The concept was a comedy/kareoke place with food and staff was really funny although we couldn't understand the jokes. But we still laugh. Crooned a couple of tunes for the guys. Really had a blast.

(see how small I was compared to all the chubs around me)

Day 3 (Tuesday)
Went shopping at Grogol for VCD/DVD bought a whole lots of Indonesian MP3 and later to Mangga Dua where the DVD cost around RM 3 (cheap!). Going back the jam (machet) got really bad. Had to take a bajai to look for a taxi to go back to the hotel. Meet up with Karimun but he couldn't stay long. Our newly bought phone charger blew up in the hotel. Later Bobby, Sam, Ndut and a few more friends came. Sorta like a mini gathering. We all went for dinner at a road stall and later for some kareoke at Happy Dolphin.



Day 4 (Wednesday)
Travel to Bandung via train. The jakarta hotel was nice enough to book a hotel in Bandung.. Arrive around 12 pm. Took a taxi to Istana Hotel, Bandung. Walk to the shopping area (abt 15 minutes from the hotel). Ate nasi timbel (nasi ulam). The air was realy cold. Bought a new phone charger and lots of tea as souvenirs for family back home. Had a shopping spree at one of the Factory Outlet. the price was dirt cheap. For dinner we had Bakso Karapitan. Took a van (bus ?) halfway and walk back to the hotel.

(some of the exotic food we ate)

Day 5 (Thursday)
More shopping this time for Busana Muslim (moslem clothes). Met up with Boby Semarang and Edi. Travel back to Jakarta again via train in the afternoon. Arrive in the evening. Went out for dinner with Karimun at the Pempek stall. Nearly got busted as we didn't bring our passport along and there was a police road block (Wadjia ?) which was common after the Bali bomb scare. But alhamdulillah they let us through.

(inside the bandung express train)

Day 6 (Friday)
Spent the entire day at Taman Anggerik. Meet-up with Ndut and Andre and wooing the chubbies over there. They sent us back to the hotel.Had a late supper with For3etful and friends at Gajahmada.

(andre trying to run away from the camera)

Day 7 (Saturday)
Our final day in Jakarta. Went for breakfast and pack our stuff. Took a taxi to bandara (bandar udara) Cekerang. Meet up with Karimun and he sent us off to the departure hall.
Arrived in KLIA around 1.00 PM.

(I look soo small beside Karimun)

~ To Ndut, Bobby, Sam, Karimun, Bobby Semarang, Edi, Fahmi, Andre, The Clownice staff and a whole lot of other Indonesian Chubs & Chasers that we met, thank you for the most awsome experince. Even though time was short. We really had a good time. See you guys again hopefully at the INDOCHUB grand launching in Bandung next year.

Listen to songs we got from Jakarta
http://www.mychub.org/podcast

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BKK

"on ha ni to paiiiii... saladaengggggggggg... next station... saladaennggggg". God that sounds annoying. Just like that lyric "you are the chiki boy, you are the chiki boy, i am the chiki girllll... touch my bum, don't be shy" which you won't forget after listening to it for 10mins.

Bangkok was fun. Didn't go to see "Pussy shooting ping pong balls" or ride along Chao Phraya. Wished I'd make some time to see the Museum of the Forensic Medicine where they put real bodies on display.

Lost 3kilos after the long walks around Chatuchak.

Went to the usuals. And daily foot massage.

So they say Thai chubs are very friendly and gentle. It's true...

Either way, I still luv KL thankyouverymuch.

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A Little Observations

I was strolling around Pudu,KL recently. Arrived at Pudu station around 4.00 am. My first reaction was...

"What the heck am I doing here so early in the morning?" ... obviously still groggy from the long trip."Oh.. yeahh", I then suddenly realised that I had just boarded off the bus from Johore.

I dragged my bag over the stairs to the main platform and tried to find a suitable spot. Among the many people there, I saw something that interest me. A cute chub wearing a shirt with a familiar logo on it. I moved nearer. Upon a closer inspection, it proved my suspicion. It's a mychub logo. Where the heck did he got that ??

I don't know what to react. Is it happy because a chub is pround to wear a mychub shirt? or pround coz it's a symbol that mychub is so popular these days ? So, out of curiosity, I stopped the guy and asked him for a drink. To my suprise, he obliged. So we went to this sidewalk stall across the Pudu bus station, right infront of the 7-Eleven.

"You know what! you are the 3rd person who stopped me today." he said in a mattter of factly.
"Issit?.. maybe it's just the shirt you are wearing.. I'm just curious about it" trying not to be so blunt.
"So what about my shirt ? Is it so odd to you?"
"Nope.. it quite nice.. in fact do you know what it means?"
"Oh this ?" ponting at the MyChub logo covering on his nicely protruding tits.
"It's a club for people like me"

The last part was pronouched so softly as not to attract any unnecessary attention.

"A CHUBBY person?" I quickly added.
"Err.. are you interested?" giving sly grin.
"Perhaps!... if you are OPEN to it."

At that moment, i felt his legs brushing on mine. And i returned the gesture. We both smiled in silence. No need of words anymore as the universal language comes to play.

Upon further query, a "friend" gave the shirt to him as a souvenir. As a sort of parting gift before he goes home. He was in KL on a social visit you see. But i doubt it more than a social one. Still a student around the age of 24 years old, stats 168cm 100kg waist 40. He was waiting for his express bus to Perak.

I didn't pursuit the question further due to the fact that I am heading the other way and I'm already late. --> Sentral KL. So both of us exchanged phone numbers, promised to get in touch again and parted our ways.

BTW FYI: I was on my way to catch the KLIA Express for my flight. Not the sauna okay!!! hahahaha

foolish game

it's been so surreal, so so surreal, the incantation of lust loving properties gone haywire. me and my sauna dreams. Folks, for the past three weeks, I had been religiously frequenting the Riverside Spa in Melaka, my main aim was of course, sex and pleasure, whichever that come first. The first visit was purely following the animal instincts within, didn't get too long before my first encounter, a cute indian guy with quite distinguished sex organ, my jaw literally dropped when was first presented with his elaborated schlong. The real whiner was on his freaking obsession with tits, it seems that sucking nipples was his thang, and that's where it starts and anticlimaxly ends. The whole hour we spend together, on a secluded room licking each other's tits and nothing more. Yeh we jacked each other off but that was it. I proceeded to watched more TV the more I visited riverside, the next day a cute, fair chub with short wavy hair came approaching while I was watching the Hallmark channel (yeh, it was lame, but I had nothing else to watch). He slowly carresses my hand, smiling ever so valiantly and invited me for a go at one of the rooms upstairs but somehow I was not on the mood, the thought of doing tits per se was overpowering. So i declined rather sweetly and told him I had just finished up my sperms approximately 10 minutes ago with my fantasy man. He seems very persistant and instead suggesting a seconds, at that moment i was like, gosh should i or should not i.....oh will continue later when i can find the time.

on chubs being clubbed

in response to raden's question, i would like to answer him rather directly, i often go to the clubs to dance, nothing more. Friday night down to Frangipani, yeh mostly beautiful people with charms and mischiefs frequenting that place but I am such a confident freak that I simply choose not to care and danced the night away. Chubs mostly are good dancers, they rock the house with their moves and sways but that was then, i think, for i seldom see chubs rollicking the dance floor as they used to be, maybe it was me, dunno. Saturday night would be spent mostly either at Zouk or at home, depending on the events available. But Sunday was a must, either to blueboy or PLU sundae at Zouk. (This of course before i decided to resides in Malacca)I dont go to saunas at weekends, i go to saunas to have sex every weekdays so I can spend my weekends chilling out with friends. I gather the intensity and the rush of any given weekdays whet my adrenaline. As for Fatbasty post on talking about nothing, i take offence from what you wrote, we chubs are not reduced to economics anomaly, physical discrepancies and saunas-infested creatures, we behave accordingly to our whims and nature, hasty generalisation is as always a fallacy. If you were somehow feel dissapointed with your current self, do something about it, not thrash talking like that, chubs are just like any other human beings, they thrive, strive, sometimes suffers but we never deserve to be put down however lightly you treat your tinkering thoughts at that time.

Chubs & Clubs (part 2)

hmm.. hehehe... Madonna said "rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac". Probably makes sense why people behave like lusty animals when in dark rooms. :P

I don't go clubbing to pick up. The days before the internet and p2p software, i go clubbing to listen to music (soul ii soul, tlc, bone thugs & harmony, lisa stansfield.. ring any bell?). So, probably that's why i never really noticed that there aren't that many chubs in clubs. hehehe...

So what do chubs do on weekends in kl? in penang? in jb? in other parts of the world? Stay home and watch dvd? Hang out at mamak stalls? Theatre? Midnite show? Chatting and webcam? Read a book? Cruising at some man-made lakes?

Chubs & Clubs

started watching QAF (UK & US) when my housemate bought some. noticed there are no chubs in there. heard some saying a few years ago "in a perfect world, there are no chubs...". is it?

am typing this at cc near kak ara, noticed that there aren't many chubs in bb. how bout other clubs? it was frenzy at sentral tho...

can i conclude chubs are more interested in sex than err.. dancing? or clubbing? hahahah... twisted analogy...

p/s: bought cachorro at bangkok. nice movie. found out it's now sold in low yat. damn!! imagine the bloody hassle trying to get the dvd thru...

Of going to sentral

yeh, i have to admit it, i was pretty fucked up in the brain, horny as hell and no particular outlet to let off my steam. Last tuesday, a job interview that didnt went as i planned, frustrated, lonely and was contemplating on taking the first bus back to Malacca. Took the lrt from Taman Bahagia and stop by at the kl sentral, had my lunch there and the clock was ticking faster than I had anticipated. Decision, decision, decision, either chose pudu or sentral sauna. It was easy, lust over necessity, time and time again, the magnetized cock triumphed. And so I pay RM15, saw not many familiar faces, all pretending to mind their own business when truth be told, all were longing either for a good fuck or on improving their luck. Everything goes man, it was a no-brainer but somehow i noticed many passive spectators willing themselves to be smitten when that will never be the case. To me, when you were prowling, act your act, search your prey or lure your killer, dont just sit and stare, walk and stare, love the going ons but too abashed to joined in. The steam room was out of order, and this my dear became a major upset since this was the only room famous for its zeal and upfrontness. I chewed my first gum and still no taker, this seemed akward but no surrender, to the steam room I habituated, didn't matter of the non persons there, someone seemed to follow my cue, follow suit, a rather short plump man in his 30s with chains wrapping his neck and such a hairy chest, we salam with our over the top bellies and without wasting any time, we were locked in a deep kiss. He bit my lower lips violently that I felt as if it was going to fall off, retaliation, you bite i bite and how he moaned when I chewed his lips raw. What boggles me, was the fact that after 5 minutes of our incidental embrace, the steam room was suddenly flushed with able bodies trying to chipped in on our already cheap thrill. Some even have the audicity to take advantage on our bare asses, not that we mind, really but please, be a man, initiate something rather than joining in. All in all, the experience was ok, not too great and not too bad either but how i love for an organised orgy, someday again some time.

which one would you pick

which one would you pick

1. a very handsome (taste lah kiranya) man, who loves your money, but don't love you
2. a not very handsome man (tak taste le tu) who loves you, and not love your money
3. a very rich man, who is not handsome.
4. a not so very rich man, who is handsome
5. a very rich handsome man who love you and some other people
6. a very rich not handsome man who love your and you alone. ( eh wait, this one is like no 2)
7. a not so rich man, not handsome at all, and love you and some other people (there are so many of them out there)
8. a not so rich man, not handsome at all, and love you alone (and good with sex).

take your pick.

i like no 8, because, rich and handsome man, selalu kena caras. boleh???? and to me, a gay relationship- no marriage commitment, is always about looking for the partner that would elavate your sexual desire?

passion wanes, love detach.

oke, next story, i would talk about DBKL. my encounter with some people who needs the definition of DBKL

Sukanya...

Ah at last, ada gak gambar aku yang mistirius terpampang dalam ni. Sukanya.

some people are just born stupid

Some people are just born stupid. I had a horrid experience, chatting in mychubs today. An immature chatter was being very vulgar and abusive to some other chatter. Being I, and always trying to be the good Samaritans, a good denizen to all mychubs, i had my say. But, my attempt to make mychub a better place to chat was being mistreated. So i did what any other OP will do, i kick him out silly. But that just invoke more fire to the already blazing inferno. The mad chatters kept on coming in with different IP, thanks to the undynamic IP provided by streamyx dsl. Every time he signed in, he would used abusive nick like xxxxHIVpositive, XXXXadaAIDS and so on so fourth, and what not.

So being a very diligent OP, I kick and banned and kicked and banned until he could not log in anymore. Some people are just born stupid. First of all, he did not know who I am, a sign of stupidity, and when I say I am an op, he kept on saying bad things about me, a second sign of stupidity, then, he said something bad about my mother, and asked me to do the same thing to him, third sign of stupidity, so I did, I told him that his mother was fucked by a dog at the back side, and that is how he was born. 4th sign of stupidity, and a very stupendous act, which you just don’t bitch around with a Pondan.

I mean, I tried to be civilized, but to no avail, because he is just so damn stupid to understand reason. Which makes me feel stupid trying to make some sense out of him.

Anyone, my diligences paid off, and after almost 10 times, kicking and banning him, he is not able to log on to mychub anymore. I copied some of the things he said, but I am just don’t have the heart to paste it here, because its to obscene and stupid. I don’t want to look stupid, do i.

Anyway, to anyone out there, AIDS and HIV is not a laughing matters. It is very important for us , the PLU society, to handle this problem professionally. Those who have HIV, or AIDS, or any STD for that matters, please be truthful to your partner. You cannot have safe sex, because the probability for it to be safe for your partner is very lean. What you need is a friend; you need to talk about your problem. Get a good friend, to talk about it, or you can always call pink triangle for help. Stop luring people for sex in the chat room.

Imagine this “you take a knife or a pistol, and kill someone point blank, not because you are ignorance of your being, but you realized your potential to kill.” This will only makes you a murderer, and you are not only murdering a single person, you might in your quest to become colourless, soulless, kill a few others.

PRACTICE SAFE SEX, DON’T GO FOR MULTIPLE PARTNER, LOVE YOUR FRIENDS, LOVE THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU. And most importantly,

LOVE YOUR SELF.

Adios.

P/s: just for the record, I am clean. Hik hik.

pp/s: anyway, while doing a pageant last week, i received some condom from pink triangle as a door gift, i have a lot of it, anyone want some, or want to test some, can get it from me.

i am back

i am back, but this is not my picture. i am not that cute

i am back.

Starman

Everything is human

There are billions of stars
and there are billions of humans
Could it bethat one signifies the other
One star to a man
And one star to a woman

Would it be right to say that
Everything is human
Universe as a big mirror
And stars are our reflection

Then to what are we looking at?
Up we tilt our head
Down they gleams at us
Stretch our eyes
Through panaromic view
The event horizon expanding
Gravity will always win

pen e tra te

where did that stuff come fromwhat made you want to make that sound heard? you have to piss at the rain drenched your jeans with your sweet manly sweat When you done with it you lick your upper lip draw your attention to another corner

Stride, like a midnight cowboy holding tight to your invisible guns rightfully at each hand Smirking, glancing to your left saw young, young people sitting laughing their heart out idling talking about their next conquest or adventure
You still have not figure out what you are goin to do with your next life
your belly is becoming a bother now, penetration is a double energy incantation
lying down the only way, chase your heart out, keep pounding while sitting
keep it up, keep it up, such gloryyyyyy

Khap Kun Karp

6/5/05 12 noon Thai timeReached Bangkok train station. Bought 'halal' food. Went to internet cafe to check out hotels and all. Wasn't being spontaneous great? Touts everywhere... Took bus (60 satang?) to Saladaeng BTS station. Took BTS (Bangkok Transit System) to Ratchathewi, coz Asia hotel is connected. Checked in, ate lunch, and bathed, coz hadn't bath for like 30hrs. Hotel was lousy, no kettle, no coffee/tea. Paid Bht1900 per nite for 3 person.

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iChub
Below what I expected. Thot it's a 'full facility' club. It's a karaoke pub. Chubs sang Thai songs. Waiters (waitresses) were polite and friendly, tho they don't speak much Inglis. Fren wanted to sing, and asked me to be his backup. Sounds ok, since no one knows us, and it'd be great to make an ass of urself in some foreign land. But couldn't get our turn as the place closes at 1am. No DVD/VCD catalogs.

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Babylon (not so very near from Malaysia Hotel)
Classy. Somewhere I'd go to chill out. Pretty boys. Fine dining in a towel. Live show featuring a black guy and a piano. Disco played techno. Dark rooms are really dark rooms. No chubs Imagine a 4 storey bungalow around Jln U-Thant with swimming pool, a large gym, fine dining area, small tea tables.

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GSM (Cab to Chinatown)
Interesting. There's always a 'surprise' almost everywhere go. And you could get lost in there trying to find your way out, and along the path, you'll encounter many many fights. It's like the maze in Alice in Wonderland. You get in from here and you'll come out from some place else.

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Daily Thai Massage
Had almost daily Thai reflexology massage. Paid Bht200 per hour, which is dirt cheap. And the smell of lemongrass kinda make me high and soothing.

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Chatuchak Saturday market (BTS: Nakhon Sapom)
Very cheap and nice furnitures. Wished I could bring back home some. Bought sandals and tshirts. Too many people. And nice halal food at Clock Tower.

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Gaysorn Plaza (BTS: Chit Lom)
Went to Bvlgari to compare the price of that ring with KL, and KL's cheaper by almost RM1k!!! Damn!!

Met dzeng and frens at the escalator.

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Silom (BTS: Saladaeng)
Bought movie tshirts with cans. Good for those wanting to project the "i know this movie and love it" image. Bought 2 Battle Royale, 1 Godfather, 1 The Ring and 1 Star Wars (to be worn tonite for the Episode III). And also a lousy printout tshirt of 'Ghost In The Shell'.

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Sukhomvit (BTS: Nana)
Ate halal food at Arab restaurant. Sedaps!!

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9/5/05 Back to KL
Outcome: Lost 3kgs during the 4-day trip. Yeay!!!

Try Living

Nobody in this world worth anything
It is all just some made-up thing
Where everyone inclined to believe in clinging
To some sort of belief and bearing
There's no actual physical enduring
Just a bunch of lost dreaming

The stakes are high & it seems we are losing
Embracing life as though it has meaning
When reality is far from the telling
Hearing tales of good living
Actual experience nothing but trying
Pacify ourselves with reminiscing singing
Merriment & delight ceased like lightning
Guess they are just God's way of playing

My rants about chatting.... >.<;;;

16 April 2005
2100hrs.

[There are only 3 hours in yutarotanaka's day.... how will it end?]

yo! just wanna get this outta my system... been really annoyed with it lately so here goes...

i have been a frequent chatter at the mychub.org 's chat room at the mIRC DALnet server #mychubs for the past month or two... made some chat buddies there already that you can have a nice conversation with... i even found an OP there that can speak the native/local language that i use here in our country... so my past month or two chatting there was quite fun except for some things which i'm gonna enumerate to you all right now...

First of all... people keep on passing message to you in private asking you to join this particular channel etc. ... spammers are so freaking annoying especially when you're in the middle of a nice conversation and it just butts in on you...

Sencond... people pm me and asks for my stats even if i never chatted with him before... i mean, come on... introduce yourself first before you demand of any information from... the nerve of those people... just so rude...

Third... other people pm me too, asks if they wanna chat with me, then asks if im a chub or chaser... and some of them when i answer that im a chub they just say "oh! im not a chub lover" or "chasers only for me" and just ditch me like i offended them or something... HEEEELLLLUURRRR!!!! why does it have to be a chaser that has to chat with you? cant a chub make an intelligent conversation? and vice versa for those slims rejected by others not into slims

hmmmm...

*eyebrows raised*

just thinking out loud...

whistling ^^

its just... some people here pm me and then ask if im chaser or chub.... and after finding out that im not in the 'weight class' that they want they just ignore me...
so rude of ppl like that... people on that chatroom should be have more tact... you mustnt ditch chatting someone becoz they dont conform to your standard in terms of weight.... sheesh.... so lame... are people in there just to hook up on people? to get other people in bed with them? to sink their perverted teeth into the flesh of their oh so willing 'victim' if so... then people like those are just so sick... this is just the exact thing the gives PLU a bad name... people think that all we think all the time is finding ways to get into bed with PLU... damn... just damn!

oh my! oh my!... i really lashed it out big time this time...

*inhales* *exhales* *inhales* *exhales* *sigh*

i know not all people there are like that but if someone read this post and you think you're one of those people that have this kind of behavior while chatting... then change this bad habbit... i dont think you're social errmmm... chatting life will benefit if you continue with your lousy, irratating ways...

now that i have probably said all the things i wanted to say... its time for me to get back into my nice little hole here... until next time... ja~ne!

yutarotanaka... out! [kzzt!]

my chubby professor...

13 April 2005
0030hrs. (hongkong/singapore time)

[There are only 23 hours and 30 minutes left in yutarotanaka's day.... how will it end?]

wow! my first post here... exciting... hihihihi ^^...

anywayz... oh! so rude of me... didn't even introduce myself... (GOMEN! GOMEN!)

im yutarotanaka... im kinda new here... been lurking for the past 4-5 months here... just getting the feel of being here and waiting for the right moment to come out of my hole ^^;

so where was i? oh yeah! im was gonna share ummm... let's just say an 'encounter' that i had...

it was the first week of the new school term... me along with my classmates were waiting patiently for our instructor in our management class... the minutes dragged by... but still no instructor came into room... our teacher was late... to kill time... me and some of my seatmates decided to chat... we made guesses on who our professor in this subject would be...we prayed vigilantly that we wont get a crackpot, old fool to teach us this subject... we've got plenty of those now on our other subjects...

finally, 30 minutes after the class was suppsed to start... the classroom's door opened... what entered was the most gorgeous man that i ever saw... our teacher was massive... as in mammoth huge... he's about 310lbs. and about 6 feet in height... he has short black hair that is clean cut... he also has a mustache and goatee... he was wearing long sleeve polo shirt and black pants... he look so well groomed... so clean... and he has this boyish look in him... so innocent... so refreshing...

he introduced himself... then he asked us to write some info about us on an index card... also, he asked us to write a 5 sentence piece on the topic "how do i see myself 5 years from now"... he collected the cards and made a roll call stoping at some names and asking the owner of the card for his/her hometown or other stuff... he has a good sense of humor... he made funny jokes and comments about what some of us wrote on the cards... we were laughing our heads off each time he cracked a joke... when he got to my name, he jokingly said "aaahhh... mr. ******... you must be my long, lost son, huh? where is your province i wonder?"... he said this because we had the exact same surname... the whole class laughed at this little joke... i smiled and i said that my father was from this particular province while my mother was from this province... he said he lived for a while on the province where my father was from but he moved after graduating high school to study in the city... we made small talk for a moment before he moved on to another card and student... after that talk, it was like i already know him...

after the roll call... he talk about the subject... he gave a preview of what to expect and the requirements to pass the subject... he also talked about his life a bit, his work at a big cellphone service provider and about other stuff... althroughout his talk, i just stared at him, i'm still listening intently though but i just cant take my eyes off him... his face... his gut... his man boobies... and his butt... they were all equally proportioned... i just kept wondering how would it feel just to cuddle him...

after an hour or so of discussion... he dismissed the class... i tried to stall so i can stare at him some more by pretending to organize my things... he was still in the room erasing the chalkboard so he had his back on me... every stroke he made to erase the writing on the board his bely would jiggle... it was really fun to watch... when he finished, he collected his things and was about to exit the room when he saw that i was the only one in the room... he called me and said "coming?"... "yes, sir... one moment" i said as i collected my bag when went for the door... he let me exit first... i went out of the room and was not even a couple of steps away from him when he gave me a pat on my back... he said "don't be late next meeting, huh? mr. ******"... i jokingly replied "with all due respect sir, you were the one that was late."... he laughed at this and told me he'll do good next time... hihihihi ^^ that was a nice class i though to myself... i hope every meeting in that subject would be like that...

wow... didn't realize that i wrote a novel-like piece here... sorry for taking up so much space in this blog and taking up most of your time reading... but all the same, i hope you liked it ^^;

well that's it for now... got to study... and lots of house chores to do... 'til next time... yutarotanaka... OUT! [kzzzt!]

Queer Eye 4 a Str8 Guy !!!

Has been ages since I wrote to this blog. Encounters are plenty but not as good as this one..

It was one monday night.. weather was hot and I was kinda bored. Called up a few friends and asked them out. "Hey ya'ol!!.. wanna chill.. i'm kinda bored.. need to find some cheap frills and thrills.. and something loud". We all met up and went for dinner at my usual place... feasted our eyes on the cute chub at the counter. After much conversation and debate, we had agree to go to this new disco cum pub place in town.

Upon our arrival, the place was closed. The only guy in sight was the bouncer cum night-guard. He was quite cute... chubby and muscular. Measuring 170cm 120kg. In the dim shades, looks very alluring with all that tall dark and handsome image. I walked to him and tried to make some small talk. He replied in a friendly manner. Both my other friends got the cue and moved away from the scene.

Both of us sat at the open air cafe. Watching some guys trying to fish along the nearby river. Our conversations moved from cars to girls to handphones to football... pretty much str8 guys stuff. The bouncer although looking very fierce.. was quite an okay guy. And to my suprise, he was only 22 years old but looks very much older than that.

Well i got brave and open-up the issue of massage, You know.. working in the grave-yard shift can take a toll on your body. "You look a little tense la... let me give you a back rub". To my suprise he agreed. So, i massage his thick neck slowly... going down the spine.. and up again. After 30 minutes or so.. "Hmm.. u have a hard belly.. need to massage that too". He turned his body and let me rub his big belly... inch by inch going down to the crotch.

I told him to lay down and boldly asked "Do i need to massage this too", while holding his crotch in one hand. He just nodded and let my eager hands go into his trousers and starts massaging hic cock. Which by now has become fully erected. I enjoyed stroking his cock.. while occasionally cars comes passing the nearby road and i had to stop for a while. My 1st time masturbating a str8 guy in public.

By now, i had opened his zippers completely exposing his massive girth and I stroking his thick shaft in a steady rhythm. Suddenly, he shouted.. "I'm gonna shoot.. i'm cumming.. cumming". I cupped my hands holding his hot sperm from shooting everywhere. There was a moan of pleasure as load after loads of jism shoots. He was still erect even after that full load. I rubbed that sticky load of cum all over my hands before washing my hands at the nearby sink, while he took a piece of cloth and wipe his wet limp dick. "Did i cum a lot?" he asked.. "Yeah a lot..." i said.

"Wow.. that was a really good massage" ... "do you mind giving me your phone number.. maybe we do this again sometime". I replied "Yeah sure.. 017-xxx-xxxx".

We continued chatting about guys stuff.. about fucking girls, pussies, marriage and stuff... like we had not done anything completely weird.

Both my friends came by to look and but we are already finished. Thus, i bid him goodbye and made a second date to meet again for another massage session. Hehehehehe

coming out of the dark

Coming Out

The beginning
It gets inside you
Eats you out
Messed you up
Refusing to accept
Squirming wasting
through narrow hole
Finding the point of entry
Which has been exhaustively
applied and tried upon
Does this opening have a home?
Or is it free for any other man
Sitting while thinking
or sitting and absorbing
Closed eyes
trembling, quivering
with tinkering thoughts
that was never there
when will there be magic

why do birds suddenly appear

ok, ok honestly i have nothing to write about but life would be so boring without us sharing something, so here goes another of my belligrent poetry, if i can call it belligrent to start with, maybe it's just a sissy and pussy puny one, maybe, anyway for my sex life? havent got any for quite some time now, encounters either chanced upon or arranged were never in the know, never in the schedule and will only bubbled to the surface strangely enough on my fecking payday. hmmm..


Lovelife


Fully equipped are you
relaunching your life
put on a facade
where
you are the all knowing
dispensing advise
masterfully
confidently succinctly

Sorting up other people's life
it's natural
Top man, good man
grinned from ear to ear

Still life less to be desired
a far cry from sorted
they are milking away
your enthusiasm
your make believe good intention
What being are you becoming
carefree and careless
yet have no one by side

So that they say
Love is never wrong
Be it so
When a lover die
Let be
For tinkering hearts and butterflied guts
Sparks moments
Cherished till death

Japanese Debu

An excerpt from an internet article regarding gay life in Japan
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In Japanese saunas one will often encounter a scene that would seem to be quite extraordinary in the West: in the hectic semi-darkness of a mixed room you will see a fat young man lying impassively on the "tatami" (reed-mat), while a handsome and muscular suitor is kneeling next to him, eagerly trying to "please" him in every possible way. These fat boys are called "chubbies" (debu) and are very popular in Japan.

They have their own specialized bars and magazines and there will always be those craving "chubbies" exclusively. Strangely enough, drag queens do not seem to command the (almost shaman-like) respect they enjoy in Thailand. Nevertheless, it is sometimes hard in Japan to determine who is, and who is not, because many young men, especially students, uninhibitedly exhibit a female (long-haired) charm that would inevitably lead to derision in the USA or in Germany. A leather-scene practically does not exist in Japan.
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rambling scrambling

I'm writing this with my whole love in my heart
I'm sweating here with fear of not able to express
To fall in love is the same as opening your heart
to unexplored experience
To hate is to cringe besides your bed and regretting
the aftertaste that you had impatiently implored
What with the sweet talks and promises
when reality is far away
Not everything in this world is sweet or bitter
The boundary never explicitly have existed before
Its creation was manifested
From judging hearts and extreme temperaments
So sing when you're writing
so you can drift away from your initial thoughts
and sway into a dreamy state
leaving your senses to its basic usage
The warmth of my heart transfixed to my pores
Reliving sweat streaming down my forehead
My eyes are halfly closed
as I see the apparent shadow of my fingers
distracting my view while penning this words
impermenance of life limited by space and tim

Welcome to the Singles Club (part 2)

Here's another joke...

- You know, man, I really like you.
- I like you too, man.
- No...I mean..I reeeeeaaaaallllly like you, man!
- Hey, the same here, man. You're my best friend.
- No...what I mean is...ohhh...(sighs)..Let's go to bed, man!!
- Hey, it's only 8 o clock, man. I'm not sleepy..

Yup! Getting a straight guy into bed can be a hopeless struggle.
(Daffyd Thomas - Little Britain)
The Only Gay In The Village