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