Monday, November 16, 2015

Exploration

The year after, the head of prefects, Andy went to the same secondary school as me. It is important to note that we went to an all-boys school located in the city of KL. Students came from different backgrounds and some of them were definitely worth mentioning later in the posts. Andy and I joined the same scout group and participated in jungle camps several times. Oh yes I remembered the moment I gazed his body for the first time.

It was in the morning, we were having “water wrestling” in the river that I saw his bare skin exposed to the nature. I surfed through the crowd for a better view of his body. His abdominal packs were vaguely defined with minimal fat content while his crotch was hidden in the black trunk. He’s thin. Now that I think about it, he had the treasure trail at the age of 13 – which leads me to believe he had already hit puberty while I had not. Please forgive me if you find the description plain. I was only 13 and my skills were only developed later in the year. Back then I was a chubby boy with 29” belly like Kim Jong-un. I had my hair combed like Kim Jong-un. I had the puffy cheek like Kim Jong-un’s. Using the word unattractive on myself was too generous.

I raped his body with my eyes carefully, without getting caught. My imagination was answered that day. I didn’t remember if I grew boner. I probably did but I was sure it was because the excitement from the crowd of boys, not Andy. After all, that was my first view on topless boys so closely and I was left in awe.

Yes, the first fantasy on boys began with Andy. However he appeared to be less attractive than many boys in school. The other boys were so much fun and interesting. They indirectly confirmed my orientation and I chose not to resist.

Promiscuous J

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Where the journey began

“There was no distinct sexual preference in my younger years” I thought. Even now, I remember how eager I was to discover what’s under Sailormoon’s mini skirt. I was able to blend in well to the girls crowd, be it teng teng, rope skipping or batu seremban. Above all else, the girls got close to me thanks to my academic achievement. Teachers relented in me as a sign of recognition? I guess the boys picked on me for that same reason. 

Trust me, the issue was not complicated. Not till the unhappy mum decided to change me when I was 11. “You are a boy. You need to play with the boys. Otherwise you will turn sissy when you grow up.” Do these sound familiar to you? I tried, mum. They didn’t seem to welcome this chub nerd into their group. Hence I shied away.

“Am I different from the boys?” I wondered, at the tender age of 11.

Fast forward, I was 12 when I noticed his presence - the head of school prefects. Maybe he WAS godly in his youth, but I am sure he IS nowhere close to the grade A meat in the market. In actual fact he had more traits as a nerd than me. However I couldn’t deny that I once imagined him without a single thread. What’s in his shirt? What’s under his pants? Obsessed, my imagination ran wild. 

“Can you show me your dick please?” 
“Can I lay my lips on your soft cheek?”
“Can we go swimming one day?”

These did not materialise. I had no gut to meet him, let alone asking the favour from him. Surprisingly I didn't recall the tendency to check girls out. Then I knew something was amiss.

It was at this age when I realised I was different. I knew immediately this taboo should not be discussed. Considering the fact that I grew in a rather conservative family and society, I should be shocked to have thought differently. But I didn’t. I didn’t remember to cry in fear of being different. Perhaps I was in the early stage of acceptance without knowing what it meant exactly.

From there on, I explored the vast sea of uncertainties. As a matter of fact, I am still venturing.

Promiscuous J

About me

Many have seen my good side without knowing how I really feel most of the times. I guess it's perfectly fine to disguise myself in this community. When many know too much about others, conflicts begin. Jealousy and hatred prevail. It is in nature to bottle up my emotions. Simply put, I am quiet. That's me and it's not an easy feat to change me.

Perhaps a simple of introduction would be good to start the new blog.

  1. Till I am comfortable, I will remain anonymous. So please respect my decision.
  2. The stories here are mostly true unless otherwise mentioned.
  3. My life may not live up to expectation so please don't judge me.
  4. Drop comments please. I may not reply as fast as you have imagined, but I will.
  • Height : 175 cm
  • Weight : 65 kg
  • Race : Chinese
  • Role : Mostly bottom
  • Experience : 4 ex-es.

Let me know if you need to know more.

Thanks.

Promiscuous J