OUR SECRET CODES

Well, my gay friends and I always came out with some secret codes when we are in public. The reason we have these secret codes is to avoid heterosexuals to find out that we are closeted gays and we only talk about nothing else but penises the whole day. These codes also used to alert ourselves with the surrounding people. More correctly is to alert ourselves with the gorgeous male specimen that could be within a few meters from us and or magically happened to stand right next to us. These secret codes will make us pay more attention to this object of our fucking desires and fantasies. Literally speaking!

Some of the words are:

P.L.U. : People Like Us (Referring to us gays). For example: Look at that PLU, he is so out of the closet wearing that pink socks with a matching pink large tote. What the hell was he thinking?

C.D. : Can Do. It means that someone that is good enough to have sex with or someone good looking, handsome or fucking gorgeous. We will say: Look at that man with a child, he's kind of CD isn't it? I like!!

CHARLIE DELTA: Is actually comes from the word CD. C-Charlie/Can and D-Delta/Do. The word CD is sometimes already known to straight people so me and my friends would simply say Charlie Delta suddenly out of the blue just to send out a signal to each other that there's someone good looking nearby that we should not miss looking.

TODS : Is actually comes from the Italian Designer brand that we gays love so much but can't afford to buy. TODS in the underground gay vocabulary also means Top. For a gay top person, he would say "I am Tods!"

VERSACE : Is also from the Italian Designer name but we also use this word to descibe our sexual preference for Versatile Gays. It means for gays that can be both bottom and top would label himself as versace in public.

BOTTEGA VENETTA : It means I like to be fucked and I am a fucking Bottom Boy in the Gay Universe. Tired of explaining already!

This list will be added and updated later.

By BOYbum

FANTASY 2: Mr. Steve Kazan My Neighbor

Mr. Steve Kazan is my next door neighbor. I am the same age as his son and we always spend time together. We play video games, soccer, going to the movies or lying by the pool at his back yard. But the best part of spending my time with Rick most of the times is to be able to spend it at his house and to meet his father Mr. Steve Kazan. Mr. Kazan is about 45 years old but very fit tough guy. He looks younger than his age. During his younger age at high school times, he played football and active in sports and I am sure he was the object of everybody's fantasy at the school. Girls and faggots alike. I would have been the same too I supposed. But I am much prefer to be where I am now. I get to see him up close and personal at his matured stage of life much like an aged wine that taste so much better with time.

One Saturday afternoon, I promise Rick, Mr. Kazan's son that I would go and spend some time at his pool. I went there at 11.00 am in the morning and walked through his back yard's gate  to get to the pool. I knocked on the kitchen door calling for Rick but nobody answered. So I guess Rick must be upstairs in a toilet or listening to his iPod as usual. So while waiting for him to get downstairs I took off my clothes and wear my white swimming shorts. It's kind of tight and this was the only clean swimming shorts that i have available. I don't really like this short actually because it becomes transparent when its wet and really tight at the same time. But I wore it anyway because I knew that would be spending time swimming and soaking myself in the pool the whole time anyway. So what the heck, my white shorts it is then!

As soon as I took off my clothes and end up in my white hot shorts, Mr. Kazan suddenly opened the kitchen door. I was shocked as I didn't hear him coming. He was wearing nothing but a pair of yellow boxer shorts with his tool semi hard pointing to the right, standing in the door way looking down at me as I was only about the height of his ears and said; "Rick's not at home. He just left to his Aunt Sharon's house with my wife 30 minutes ago. It was rather last minute and he had no choice but to go help his Aunt Sharon with something. I am afraid only you and me left here."

Mr. Kazan looked at me with keen eyes and smiled with full teeth. I smiled back and said, "can I just hang around the pool until he comes back?" Mr. Kazan smiled again and said. . . . ."Absolutely! You can keep me company too!" This time his smile is bigger than before and added "I will join you at the pool then."

I was like, Ohh! Ohh! I felt a little bit uncomfortable in my shorts in front of Mr. Kazan and his last smile was rather suspicious as if he has some evil plan to do on me. But, I just let myself feel comfortable and try not to think for so much. Mr. Kazan went back to his room upstairs and came back down with a white speedo and a red pool towel in his hand. He went straight to the wooden pool chair and covered it with his towel. Then he sat down comfortably while looking at me in the pool and then lied down on his back soaking the sun. As I tried to be a good boy, my curiosity really got to me and I couldn't resist the temptation and subconsciously turned my head to see how he looks like under the sun, in his white tight speedo.

Oh! My Gucci! That was the only words that came out of my mouth as my eyes locked on Mr. Kazan white bulging speedo on the chair, spreading his muscular legs facing towards me in the pool. As if he wanted me to take a glimpse at him and drool over his sweaty broad chest and hairy hard board six pack.

Well, it was kind of working. I got steam came out of me instantly and a hard-on that I could not hide in this swimming short. I quickly turned my head away as Mr. Kazan noticed that I sneaked a peak at him. I stayed down in the water, trying to make myself cold and prune so that my hard-on reduced quickly. I swimmed a few laps and jumped out of the water on the opposite side of the pool from Mr. Kazan and lied down on my face looking away from him. I just didn't want to cause any trouble with Rick if Mr. Kazan complained about my lusted stare. Or worse, called me a faggot! So I started imagining going into a Prada boutique at the Ala Moana Mall and lusting over some tote bags instead. Shopping really works for me to forget what a naked matured and married man can do to my filthy lust.

After for about 45 minutes by the pool side the sun started to sting my back a little. Suddenly, I felt like the sharp sting from the sun was blocked by a moving cloud so I turned my body facing the sky and opened my eyes. I was shocked again as I found Mr. Kazan already stood right next to me looking down at my half baked body in my transparent wet shorts.

"Do you want some Lemonade and a peanut butter sandwich?" He said! I was stucked with no words and couldn't answer him immediately as my attention was distracted by the shadow of his bulging cock inside that tiny white speedo. I quickly thought of another Prada Nylon Tote in green camouflage prints from the latest Fall Winter Collection. But somehow this time even Prada failed to put a sencore and decided to savour this huge shadow of a bulging cock which only 3 feet from my face. Damn Prada!

So I held my breath and said, "OK Mr. Kazan, I would love that cock!" Ohh! Shit! Did I just say that out loud? Bad mouth! Bad mouth! "I mean, I'd love some Lemonade Mr. Kazan. That would be super!" My face was immediately blushed to the reddest red I could ever imagine and I felt like dying at that point. Surprisingly, Mr. Kazan only laughed at what I said and answered " It's ok don't worry! So can you help me with the sandwich then?""I'll make my famous Lemonade that will surely intoxicate you and you can make us some sandwich to cure my hunger." He smiled generously ear to ear! I smiled back with my eyes close to avoid the sun and my embarassment and said to him, "Sure thing! I'll give you a sandwich that you will never forget!"

So I stood up and followed him from behind and the view ohhh was so spectacular. As he was walking towards the kitchen, I can see all the muscles on his butt really worked it up and down and really got me hypnotized. Literally I could not move my eyes away from those muscles and not even Kylie could distract me at this point.

In the kitchen, as he was busy cutting up some lemons and squeezing them into a jar, I was busy paying attention to his muscular arms and his bulging Speedo leaning on top the edge of the kitchen table. Whoaa!!! Is this for real? Free Per-View is it? As I was done making my peanut butter sandwich, I went to the sink and washed my hands. That's when the unexpected happened and surprised me!

Suddenly I felt a really warm skin leaned on my back and two huge muscular arms wrapped around my body, pressing me against the sink. I was stunned and I stopped moving my hands under the running tap. I felt really weaked and my body was trembling. I guess I was not the only one who was looking at him. He was looking at me too actually. I had that evil smirked on my face while my body was sandwiched between Mr. Kazan's warm body and the cold stainless steel sink. Halelujah was the word!

He gently worked his hands all over my chest and stomach and kissed my neck so sweetly. I could hear his heavy manly breathe and his heart beating like a marching band behind me. Mr. Kazan whispered to my ears and said, "I got you inside my kitchen not to play Martha Stewart. I got you here to play with me." "I just cannot help it anymore and I just cannot resist your beautiful brown skin. I just got to have you in my arms this instant." At that moment I realized that Mr. Kazan has been planning this moment for a long time and he was the one who forced Rick to go to Aunt Sharon's house. I was so innocently surprised by him!

I quickly felt a large growing muscle of sausage was poking the cheek of my butt and was becoming hard. I smiled happily and start to move my butt up and down to feel the sensation of Mr. Kazan's huge cock which will be mine soon. He started to get impatient and breathed heavily as he started to kiss me. And then I turned back to face him and saw what a magnificent piece of sausage he has growing inside that tiny speedo. That speedo was getting too small and too tight for his cock and I could see Mr. Kazan's cock already peaked out of it facing towards his belly. Ohhh! My Prada!!! That is so fucking huge!!! Jackpot!!!!!!

He carried me like a little child into his living room and threw me on the sofa. I sat there and pulled his Speedo down slowly to the floor. And I put his hard angry cock over my face and I realized how hard and huge it was. That cock was easily longer than the width of my head. I started to lick and lick and gave that monster the best love i could spare. Mr. Kazan was moaning in pleasure as I tongued his cock in and out of my warm mouth with my drool splash all over his huge hanging balls. Ohhh! What a pleasure!

As my jaw was getting tired and soar, I stopped licking him and asked him to put that monster inside my hot wet ass. I was ready for the final round and I want Mr. Kazan to fuck my lights out so bad. He slipped his hand under the sofa and took out a tube of lube that was already waiting patiently hidden for him.

I asked if he has a condom, he said he wants to pleasure me without it and he could cum a lot faster as we don't have much time before Rick got home. Fine by me! I smiled! He rubbed a generous amount of lube on his cock and slide a few fingers into my ass. Then he held up my two legs against his chest and work his way inside my horny ass hole. He played gently as he didn't want to hurt me. He knew that he has more than an average tool compared to a normal man. And I agree! 8 inches cock is a very well endowed indeed to handle and the girth was 6.5 inches to be exact. I know a man's cock precisely and he's gonna split me open like a little summer squash too.

It will hurt a little no matter what but it will be a lot of pleasure thereafter too.

As he worked his way in gently and patiently, I can feel every single piece of his boned meat thrusting inside me in so much pleasure that I could ever imagined. "It's all in darling!" He said with a big smile on his face. "Fuck me, Mr. Kazan. Fuck me good! Make me feel good! I want your hard cock inside!"

As he was fucking me in a slow mode, he gotten more and more excited and fucked me deeper and faster. At the same time I moaned in so much pleasure and at times I admit to screamed a little bit louder than I should. Right before he was cumming, he pulled his 8-incher bone out and cummed all over my chest and face. It was like a hot melted vanilla pudding splashed all over me. Mr. Kazan was all sweaty and fell on top of me, tired and panting. Then he moved to my side and put his manly hands on my dick and started to please me and make me cum. At the same time we were kissing so passionately. It was too good and I cummed in no time. The amount of pleasure that he gave me was so delicious and no Prada tote bag could ever substitute it.

After for almost 45 minutes lying in each other's arms on his sofa, he stood up and went to the kitchen. I could see his cock was still hard and bouncing up and down as he was walking. He brought back a kitchen towel to wipe off his hot cum from my body. Then I put on my white transparent shorts, the star that  managed to defeat Mr. Kazan to fall into my little scheme of another sexual fun. We went back into the kitchen together and ate our peanut butter sandwich, his lemonade and talked stories.

Then we went back to the pool and swimmed like nothing happened. About an hour later Rick came back home and saw me in the pool and then joined me. Little did he knows what have I been doing with his father. As soon as Rick went into the pool with me, Mr. Kazan went upstairs and took a little nap to restore his energy from the hot action he had with me in the living room sofa.

I kept my lips sealed and we had several hot sexs a few weeks after that. And Rick was always wondering why I hardly say hi to his dad in front of him. Well, of course I don't want him to know anything. This is our well kept secrets for years to come.

Sometimes Mr. Kazan bought me some gifts secretly to show his love and affection for me and there were several occassion that we couldn't meet at his house and so we checked in at a motel in the nearby town.

Mr. Kazan never failed to dissappoint me. It was always such satisfying fucks with him. And I knew I cured his hunger everytime we met too. I never let Prada stood in the way between us anymore. I let myself open and transparent in front of him.

Ohhhh! But then again there's this Nappa Large Cabat Tote from Botegga Venetta that really got me drool like a broken pipe. It cost an arm and a leg or shall I just say $8,000 fucking dollars. I definitely need a sugar daddy to buy me this one. Ohhh! Crap!

By BOYbum

Big Fat Cock For My HORNY Ass!

I am so horny now and so I browse through my photo album of NAKED BOYS. Ohhh they are so fucking YUMMY! I want a big fat cock in my Horny Ass nowwww!!!

MY TRUE STORY: Another Somebody's Husband

So last Friday the 17th of December finally I met Mr. F for the first time after he had been asking to "meet" me for the last 2 years. I say "meet" because I already knew that all he wanted from me was my ass. I knew I am cute that's why he kept trying to get me into his bed.

Last Friday was the right time for him to meet me. His wife and 2 children were backed to their village for 2 weeks and Friday's lunch time usually longer. I went to meet him at the train station and he already waited for me in his Not-A-Penis-Extension-Car. So sad! He was a cute, short man (160cm-ish), big arms, big belly, goateed and fair skinned man. Speak with a gentle tone and well behave man. He is someone that I would never expect to be looking at some boy’s ass for more than 5 minutes with drool on his lapel.

At first he was kind of shy and quiet a little bit. After 15 minutes sitting in his car on the way to his terrace house, he picked my right hand and put it on his thigh. Ohhh! Okay!

His house was a bit messy the kind that I cannot live in it. Not that I am a spoil brat but there were no nice furniture, kitchen was very basic with a tiny fridge and a cheap stove and it looks as if this house belongs to a single straight guy, who works as a mechanic I might add. On top of that there were no bed but only a piece of old single mattress, so thin, lonely and sad looking. At first we were just lounging on the sofa listening to his story about how he was forced to get married some 13 years ago and now end up with two children. I thought the part where he got two children was somehow put some credibility into the performance of his cock. I must say I was a bit thrill to hear this part. It must be a good functioning cock and I imagined it to be hard and above average size (5 inches-ish). I was full of excitement! But then again I am always full of hope and easily pleased as my friend would label me.

After for about an hour of Q & A with him about his past, Mr. F finally invited me to go to his bedroom upstairs. So he went to his beat-up single mattress and took off his blue stripe working shirt and his black slack pants and hung them neatly on hangers. He ended up in a Renoma white undies, tight and stretchy with his belly marching forward. Oh! Well! Here we go again I told myself. Somehow I was not so excited anymore and this whole scene seemed so cliché. Have I been in this situation before?

Maybe I was expecting big honking bulging in his white undies, growing by the second and couldn’t wait to be release from its cage like a wild animal. Instead, I saw this familiar size that I could just snack while having my nails manicured and lacquered at the same time. Who am I kidding here, I am a closeted slut and size does matter. To those hypocrite people who say that size doesn’t matter, it could only mean three things; they themselves have small tiny banana or they are too fugly to get a guy to fuck them or they are in love with someone with a fucking small gherkin. Yup! It is sad isn’t it when you end up with a bad choice?

I am guessing that this is no different than the worst choice that I could be in right now. So, to be fair to Mr. F, I held up my end of the bargain and began to strip off my jeans and checkered shirt in front of him. Mr. F was staring without any blink of an eye. Ok! I exaggerated a little; I wasn’t looking at him actually. My eyes were open but my mind was imagining some better cock to make this worse situation to be slightly memorable, in a good way. Something that I could brag for a long while until I found another lonely man to be with. Gosh! I am so pathetic and stupid!

I sat in front of him then I slowly lied down on his mattress and in no time Mr. F already took off my red CK underwear and immediately lied on top of me and lick, lick and lick all the right spots. At least the skills were still good although the quality of the product was somewhat a little less.

Finally it was time for his final skill presentation; the cock was finally released from its white spandex cage. As I was predicted, I knew it already; his cock was about 4 inches only. It was really hard though and the girth was ok. So I decided to fake it! Yup! I faked my excitement with “happy” sounds ladies and gentlemen.

I quickly gave him a condom and a lube to finish it all up so that we can move on with our lives. He slid the condom over his cock and put a generous lube over it and some on my ass hole too. It was time for him to go in and so he took his position and started poking my ass with his 4 inches stick. After few attempted to fuck me, his cock went half dead on him and added more disappointments to my already half page list of complaints about this sexual episode. Ohhhh! Fuck!!! I hate this shit! (Not literally!)

I figured he has some issues with condom probably. So I told him to take off the condom and just play around without it first to get it fully boned. So he started to slide his bare cock on my cock and started pumping on it. The next thing I knew, he was already breathing heavily and screamed “Arrrkkkhhhhhhhh!” in front of my face. Ohhhh! Crap, another one more complaint to add to my list! He’s cummed already? What is this, Olympic record for the fastest cum?

Then he lied next to me, panting and apologized for his bad performance. I’d say that was a catastrophe actually; bad performance is what we call those idols who sang a hit song out of tune. This one is just plain tragedy! Not only had I taken all the trouble to go meet him secretly and sort of saving the best for last kind of crap. He turned out to be the last bad guy that I could have sex with. I might as well have a lesbian sex with Elton John while I am at it.

So I put my pleasant mode on and quickly work my way into getting us back in to his car and drive back to town. So that he can go back to his 9 to 5 and I can get back my life.

by BOYBUM

FANTASY 1: Mr. Razlan Rescued Me From The Rain

Whenever I feel like playing around with my own toy or trying to fall asleep, I will always come out with a sexual fantasy. This is one of my favorite fantasy.

This is based on a real character back when I was 13 to 15 years old. Mr. Razlan was my high school hockey coach and was also an English teacher. Mr. Razlan posessed the characteristic of a real man that I dreamed of; good looking, gentle, big and muscular athlete man. When I was standing next to him, I was about the height of his ears only. Being taller than me is crucial as I love the feel when a tall man hug me from behind. I feel safe! But the best part of him that never failed caught my attentions and my eyes was his huge bulge inside his sweat pants whenever he was in the field training the hockey team. It was just too juicy to even think about him. I always imagined the size of his cock inside his soft white cotton brief would be at least about 7 inches, fat and beautiful. He would have that treasure trail of pubic hair from the base of his cock up to his belly. And he has some chest hair enough to be seen peeking through between the buttons of his shirt.

My wild imagination with him started on a raining day, after school around 4pm. I got stuck in the heavy rain on my way walking to the Bus Stop which is about 500 meters outside the school compound. So Mr. Razlan saw me and rescued me from the rain with his car and brought me to his house to dry out my clothes. At his home, he gave me a small sized adult towel to cover myself and to take off my drenched school uniform. At the same time Mr. Razlan was also taking off his working clothes and roughly wrapped his waist with a white thin towel that was damp from the rain. Instantly, I saw the shape of his cock inside his towel, so close to me and he was not embarrassed to display it too. And he pretended that he didn't see me sneaked a peak at his manly tool.  Wiggled to the right, wiggled to the left as he was busy walking around in his living room in front of me.  And I think he was proud of his big fat towel bulge and used it to seduce me as I was barely covered behind a small towel standing in the middle of the room shivering in cold.

But, I am no fool, so I played as a naive boy in front of him. Mr. Razlan then immediately asked me to sit on his Rattan Sofa so that I feel more comfortable, relax and warm while he sit closely behind me. Mr. Razlan took a small hand towel and quickly wiped my back without asking for my permission first. I was okay with that but then I realized he could be planning on something evil behind me. As he was sitting so closed behind me, at some point I couldn't help but notice how his breath was getting stronger and his hand tremble as he wiped my back with a damp towel. Sometimes I could almost feel like he was blowing my neck and the back of my ears with his manly cigarette smelled breath. At that point on, I felt like a weak little boy that needs a rescue from a villain. Suddenly I felt like I want him to hug me from my back with his huge muscular arm.

Subconsciously, I put my hand on his half exposed  hairy thigh that was on my left side. It felt so muscular and hard like a wooden board. I left my hand on his thigh for about 30 minutes and waited if he would say anything. He didn't say a word or refused my hand leaning on his wet thigh just a few inches from his cock. Instead, I noticed how Mr. Razlan let me caressed his thigh with my soft hand, moving my hand so gently like it was unintentionally done. The next thing I know, Mr. Razlan already wrapped my naked body with his huge hairy arms and lick gently my ear lobes.  After a while he got more excited and started to twist his tongue. The more he twisted, the more I tweak and moan. After for about for about 20 minutes, he turned my head toward his and start to kiss my mouth and thrust his tongue inside my throat. Going in and out like a Paddle-pop Ice cream. At this moment, I went limp on him like a little persian cat and just let him hold me and pleasure me and gave everything Mr. Razlan wanted.

Suddenly he stopped and stood up slowly in front of my face, he looked down at me with weak eyes and his damp towel tent out poking my cheek. Mr. Razlan gently took both of my hands and slide it under his white thin towel. I felt all his hairy hanging balls, soft and damp, so huge that it would cover half of my face. Two of my palms were not be enough to hold it. That was the most amazing thing that I have ever held so far.

Now, I couldn't help to hold myself any longer from looking at his hard monster cock. As I gently pull off Mr. Razlan's towel with my trembling hands, I can feel his excitement and his heart beat was pounding like a drum in a marching band. The moment of truth revealed in a second when the towel dropped on the floor and all I saw was his huge throbbing cock pointing upwards towards my face, so manly, so hard and so juicy as I can see his pre-cum streaming out of his one-eyed Anaconda. I waste no time and lick it like the best ice-cream I have ever tasted.

Mr. Razlan started to moan heavily as my saliva filling up my mouth, mixing a cocktail of pre-cum, salty sweats and rain drops and giving him a smooth and warm feeling of headjob to satisfy his 8 inches cock. My prediction about his amazing beautiful cock was wrong. He has been growing a bigger cock than I ever thought. It was an Anaconda and I was so happily surprised! As I tried my best to take it all in, that cock was more than I bargained for and I couldn't master the skill yet. I only swallowed three quater way and it already reached deep inside my mouth. But Mr. Razlan moved his hard bubbly ass towards my face and forced it in all the way. And it choked me everytime he thrust it inside my mouth and put tears to my eyes. But at the same token, I will not let him down and perform any less than what he wanted. I forced myself to take it all in and get used to such hard monster cock until it breaks my jaw.

Rain was pouring like cats and dogs but in the living room where we were was getting warmer. It was time for the next step when Mr. Razlan stopped me from enjoying his jaw-breaking cock and pull me up to stand infront of him. He gently unravel my towels and hug me tightly face to face. I could feel his cock in between our bodies, staying hard as a rock, poking my belly like a stick. He reached down my back for my ass with his two arms and interlock his fingers and pull me up againts him so tightly. As he lift me up I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Our mouth locked so passionately and he carried me gently on to his bed. He put me down on my back and then he lied on top of me. Ohhh! The weight of his body was so heavy but was so warm and extremely satisfying. I was in heaven and instantly fell so in love with him. We continued kissing and licking each other. Mr. Razlan was in a mission to make me moan and found my weak spot. He knew that licking my ear lobes, my nipples and my neck would make me weak and scream. So he attacked me so gently, with the tip of his tongue and played with me. At the same time I noticed that his cock was really hard and springing.

I was ready to take it all in already and had enough with licking. So I whispered to Mr. Razlan gently and said, "you make me so happy, I cannot hold myself any longer, please put your cock inside me." Mr. Razlan did not say a word but gave me a really big smile on his face. He spread my legs wide apart and put a pillow under my ass. At that point I can see what a monster his cock was. Pointing at me hard and angry. He asked me to spit on the head of his cock generously so that he could thrust it inside my hole smoothly. As he entered me, i could feel how his cock stretched the lips of my hole and slide inside slowly. It was a pain and pleasure at the same time. There was no turning back and all I want was more and all of it.

Mr. Razlan didn't want to hurt me so he went in half way and pull it back out several times until I was completely stretched and ready to take all 8 inches. The pleasure was all mine when it was in. I couldn't help but to scream in pleasure and said "Fuck me Mr. Razlan. Fuck me more! It feels so goooodddddd!!!!" Mr. Razlan quickly obeyed my request and fuck me real hard. Pounding my hole like a train in full speed. He was moaning in pleasure and sweating like a pouring rain. He was so energetic and full of power. He kept pounding and pounding my hole and nothing was going to stop him at that point. Not even if there's a tsunami out there and ripping off the roof of his house. At the same time I squeezed my hole as much as I could so that I could pleasure every inch of his cock.

Mr.Razlan moan to my ears and whispered, "You are the best I have ever had. I was afraid you would reject me and ran off. I want to make you happy. You make me so happy." Then I replied, "Please cum inside of me. Cum lots of load inside me until you are completely drain. I love having your huge cock inside me. I want you to fuck me all the times."

Then after Mr. Razlan started to fuck me a lot faster and really rough and started to scream, "I am coming darling, I am coming now." We moan to the top of our lung as we knew that nobody could here us with the heavy monsoon rain outside. "Uhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhh!!! Mr. Razlan, please cum. Please cum! And then he gave me his final pound and cum inside of me. He was so happy and lied on top of me with his cock still hard inside my hole and with his cum spilled out a little bit. We made a big mess on the bed. Then he slide to the side of me started to weaken and fell asleep. He hugged me so gently and full of love to keep me warm and content.

We were sleeping for a while until 8.30pm and it was still raining hard outside. Mr. Razlan drove me home that night and explained to my parents that I got caught in the rain and was all wet. He just left the naked and fucking part of the story out of the conversation. It was a perfect unexpected evening for both of us. And from that day, everything changed. We planned everything carefully to the very last details to keep away from being suspected by my school friends and by other teachers.

We slept with each other almost 3 to 5 times a week. And each time Mr. Razlan never failed to satisfy me, and to amazed me.

By BOYbum

Changing Myself!

This time around, I am not going to use the name Vaness anymore. That name doesn't suit my personality. Vaness was my porn-star name and I am not that Slutty anymore. In fact I am almost like a fucking Mother Theresa now. A bit religious and has slowed down a lot on the sexual activities. I feel like an old horse lately. I still got the skill but cannot run as fast and a bit stiff to ride.

I used to be the queen of orgy with 5 men of gays & bisexuals in one room taking turns fucking me to a pulp. I was that gorgeous boy that some poor-fat-woman's husband really drool of having a fantasy being in the same bed with me. Ohh! Did I say the word husband? Yup! I did! I had many-many sex with some straight-married-huge cock that was hungry for a great fuck that their wife's vagina cannot deliver. BUT unfortunately now I stick to one poor soul and I constantly refuse to have sex when asked for. I feel pity to this one BF of mine but what can I do. I feel like I am on the verge of being menopause.

What I have realized lately though, sometimes you get tired of eating Chicken Rice all the times and every once and a while a take out of a really good Australian Steak (what I'm dying for is the Australian Rugby meat, 9 inches to be exact) with the side order of green fresh broccoli and creamy mashed potato that will surely make my mouth fill up a bucket full of drool. Being a SLUT has transformed to an imagination only. Limited and offer no exchange of body fluid. Safe but extremely boring!

Don't get the wrong impression about me, I am not nelly limping squid like fagot. I am a normal looking guy, quite good looking actually and younger looking than my actual age. I wear normal men's clothing, nothing would scream gay about it but I put a nice metro-sexual fashions. Many girls have fallen for me but I would escape them gently normally. I like girls as friends and men to sleep with definitely.

However, I am still stuck with no Hot name. I need inspirations to cum out with a suitable name for me. As I live a double life; straight looking on the outside, extremely gay on the inside, there has got to be a name for me. But for now I will settle with the name BoyBum. It's very mild and kind of innocent-ish.

BoyBum

I Am Back!!!

So, I have been away for a few years since my last entry. Now I will post more adventure for all to enjoy.

I will start to explain every details of my adventures.

Chiow Bitches.
Vaness