<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935</id><updated>2011-12-23T16:36:22.164+08:00</updated><category term='Army'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='Showers'/><category term='Buaya Jr'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Sexitement'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='HIStory'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Massage'/><category term='FB'/><category term='Cock'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Food review'/><category term='Chart'/><category term='Off the Net'/><category term='Festivities'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I'm gay and I buaya, you?</title><subtitle type='html'>Buaya - Malay language for 'Crocodile'. Also used connotatively to describe cheeky men who are into sex... :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>496</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6942719673987512947</id><published>2011-06-06T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:57:44.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Twice in a row...</title><content type='html'>I bumped into him when I was leaving the toilet. He looked pretty straight to me and I did not think he could be AJ. But it was a fruitless trip and I was kinda a little frustrated with myself. Hahaha… I understand that it will be difficult to find ‘help’ at this hour, but I was still expecting something… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I saw him walked in and saw that he gave me a look, I stopped and decided to go back to the toilet. There he was, washing his hands at the wash basin. He looks like he was not interested in me. I walked to the urinal and pretended to pee, turned my head and noticed that he was looking at me from my mirror reflection. Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, someone walked in to the toilet. He looked up, gave me a look, dried his hands and walked out of the toilet. I looked at the new guy and I wasn’t really interested. Besides, he might not be AJ or wanting to do anything. So, I zipped up and followed the guy out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, he stepped into a lift when he saw me and held the lift for me. The lift took us 1  level down and he quietly led me to another toilet. I was surprised the toilet is there. I had thought they had closed it for good after the renovation and so I never visited it. When I entered the toilet, there he was, standing at the urinal. I stood next to him and took out my cock. He was already hard and jerking off. I got hard and shifted myself to give him a better view and possible access to my meat. He gladly took up my offer and held my hard cock in his hand and jerked me while still jerking himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that we might be too much in the open, he pulled me towards the wash basins and continued to jerk off for me. I was a little disappointed that he dun wanna suck, but I guess I can make do without it. We hugged and kissed, his hand never leaving my cock. He was determined to have me cum. ‘Cum quick, its not safe to drag for too long.’, he whispered into my ears as he held me tight with 1 hand and jerking me off with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, someone opened the toilet door and we pushed away from each other, frantically zipping up our pants. As the intruder walked in, I realized it was someone who had blew me before and I told the first guy that we are safe to continue. He came to me and kissed me while working my cock out of my zip. The second guy watched on and I signaled him to come and suck for us. He knelt at our cocks and took our cocks into his mouth, 1 after another, savouring our cocks and our pre-cum. The first guy couldn’t take it and told me he wanna cum. The second guy stood up in time and the first guy shot his load and sprayed it all over the toilet floor. I cummed too, upon seeing him spray his load with gusto. The second guy then passed us some toilet paper and left the toilet. We did a quick wash up for our cocks and wiped some of the cum off the floor, hugged and also left the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached my second destination, I realized it was a little early still and I wanted to see if anyone could be cruising. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked into the toilet. Nothing. As I walked out, this ah beng walked in. He looked at me and gave me a look that said he wanted my cock. Heh. Doing bengs had been one of my fetishes and I did not want to miss this opportunity. So I walked back into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True as it is, my gaydar did not fail me. He was walking in and out of the urinal area while I stood at the urinals, getting hard and flashing my cock to him. He stopped when he was sure no one will be coming in the toilet and took my cock in his hand. He expertly started to jerk me off. Why expertly? He knew how to play with a cockhead when he was jerking off a cock. His method was not the usual grab the shaft and jerk his hand up and down the hard shaft. He used his fingers to play with the head and his wet fingers mixed well with my pre-cum and I was getting really high. However, I just cummed not long ago and this will take a long time… So, I took over from him and he played his hand at the underside of my cock head, gently rubbing the skin linking the underside of the cockhead to the foreskin. It felt absoluely amazing. I reached out and squeezed his crotch and he was hard too. It felt good in my hands but he dun want it taken out. As I jerked myself and he added to my pleasure, I squeezed his cock a few more times and I started cumming. He used his hand to catch my thick white cum and he started rubbing the cock on my cock head and all over his hand. I stopped him as the cockhead was too sensitive and he smiled and went to wash his hands. I cleaned my cock and gave it a quick wash and left the toilet, happy that I get to cum twice in a row. Beng was still washing his hand and looking contented… I wished he had jerked himself off too just now… If only… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6942719673987512947?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6942719673987512947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6942719673987512947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6942719673987512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6942719673987512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/twice-in-row.html' title='Twice in a row...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1318507291038361306</id><published>2011-06-01T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:20:30.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Oops!... Excuse me ah... :p</title><content type='html'>Had you been caught… when you were in the midst of a sexual activity? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had… on a few occasions, actually…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making out in carpark&lt;br /&gt;When I was with my first ex, we hardly have any place to make out. That probably was the reason why we din have much sex after some time and the relationship became sexless after that… When we need sex, we will either have to rely on the swimming pool changing rooms or his car. There was this time when we were making out at his car when we were caught butt naked by some voyeur. My ex parked the car at the Chinese Garden carpark, our usual love making venue, and we were kissing and making out and soon butt naked and he was on top of me and rubbing his hard man meat against my cock and balls and leaking huge amounts of precum all over my (then flat) tummy, cock, balls and dripping down to my hole. I was in heaven and thrusting my hard cock against his smooth bod while kissing and licking him. Then suddenly, we heard some noise from outside the car and it was quickly followed by someone attempting to open the car door. My ex quickly turned and held on to the car door handle while making it sure that the doors were all locked (they were already locked). He then quickly moved to his seat whilst the guy (or guys) outside was still try to open the car door…  Very quickly, he took some newspapers in his car and use them to cover my body (ain’t he sweet?) and then he switched on his headlights, which scared the guy away from the car and drove the car away! Do I need to remind you that he was still butt naked? He drove the car to another lot while I lie on the laid out seat, naked also, but partially covered by newspaper. After he parked the car, we had a good laugh and quickly dressed up and left. Needless to say, we did not ejaculate that night. At least not with each other’s help… But I was also ‘caught’ after I cummed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Masturbating in office&lt;br /&gt;When I was having an office of my own, I sometimes will jerk off to porn in office. Especially if it is around lunch time or after working hours. Usually I will not cum also. I will just get high, jerk a bit and then find an avenue of release later in the evening. However, there are times when I get too high and I jerked too much and it went beyond my control and I have to shoot in my office, but into some tissue lah, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it so happened that on that particular day, I was doing the usual, watching some porn clips and pulling out my hard cock and jerking off when I got too high and cummed. Luckily for me, I had some tissue paper on hand and as I shoot into the tissue, I chose to squat down at my desk. Dun ask me why but luckily I did so. The reason? At the end of my orgasm, someone opened my door without knocking and caught me squatting behind my table… I have no idea if he had any idea of what I was doing, but he definitely thought I was in the middle of something. He gave a wide smile, walked into my office towards me, asked some questions and walked out after I replied him. Of course, in order not to be too obvious, I freed both my hands when talking to him, even, clicking on the mouse, but kept to my squatting position as my zip is undone, my cock is still hanging out and the tissue with the fresh load is still surrounding my cock head… :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was embarrassing but then again, it was not the most embarrassing, at least I was not caught in the act…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting a blow job&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I was caught receiving a blow job… I was at a chalet with a bunch of friends. All AJ, of course, and so I have no inhibitions… wearing boxers in the chalet… :p So, we were staying up late, I think because of a mahjong game and when it is time to sleep, I had to go to a room that still has an available bed space and after having found one, I just sleep. As the room was cold, the natural thing I did was to hug my friend lying next to me on the bed when I was sleeping. And with the hug, I started some humping and rubbing as I got comfortable and with that Jr. grew, gotten hard and popped out of the boxers front opening. My friend enjoyed the rubbing and one thing lead to another and the next thing I knew, he had me on my back and my hard cock in his mouth. I was just in a daze, half asleep and enjoying the blowjob. Then, out of the corner of my half opened eyes, I saw the room door opened and another friend walked into the room. He stopped when he saw what was going on, lingered for a second, then stepped out and closed the door. We were a little shocked too but decided to continue. After I cummed, my friend went back to sleep and I decided to wash up and go down for breakfast. Needless to say, the breakfast table already knew what happened and I was teased for a long time for not locking the door when I was having sex… But, hey, how would I have predicted it… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it does not mean that if you locked the door, you will not be caught at it… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In a public toilet, part 1&lt;br /&gt;Some years back, Suntec was a popular shopping destination. Well, it still is… Ok, it was a popular shopping AND cruising destination. There was a popular toilet where all the action was taking place. Guys can stay in the cubicles in that toilet for a long time, while waiting for their neighbours to finish with their sex with the other neighbour and a new guy can occupy the cubicle next door for their turn. In the meanwhile, more guys can be waiting at the toilet to use the cubicles. Dun ask me why we are so confident that those using the cubicles are gay. We just knew. Anyway, there are signs for toilet cruising that people will use to signify that they want sex when they are inside the cubicle.  Anyway, so there I was, very early for a date with my ex and I decided to get some relieve at the toilet. We had not had sex for a very long time and I really needed to cum. So, once I gotten a cubicle and a willing neighbour, we got about getting serious. He began sucking my cock and playing with it and soon asked to have more access to it. As the cubicle partition was really high (almost to the knee level) then, I could easily sit on the floor to give my neighbour full access to my lower body. I cleaned the floor (which was already very clean) and sat down and enjoy the service from the guy next door. As I was enjoying the service, I peeped towards the wash basin side and saw a guy standing around there for a long time. I guess he must be able to see the action from where he was standing and is enjoying himself. Nevertheless, I thought I better cum soon and not drag it for too long. You just can’t be too sure who was the guy watching. And as luck has it, after I cummed in the neighbour’s mouth and cleaned up, my ex was greeting me at the wash basin. :p He kinda guessed it was me who was getting the blowjob but he still wanted to see who was it and so he stayed. We didn’t break up because of this, he was ok with me finding my alternatives. Afterall, he was also finding his alternatives… But not everyone gets to go off scot free when being caught…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In the public toilet, part 2&lt;br /&gt;I was at the cruisiest toilet at Jurong Point many many years back and I was in a cubicle waiting for a willing neighbour to help me relieve some sexual pressure. After some time, a guy came into the cubicle next door and after some feet tapping and shadow playing, began to ask for my cock. Upon shoving my cock under the partition, he began to suck on my cock and play with it with his hands. I find the feeling very familiar and upon checking, realized that he was a friend of mine. We arranged to go to his place so we can continue in comfort and maybe I can fuck him too. He left his cubicle first as I had to put on my pants and needed more time. When I left my cubicle, I was puzzled why he was standing next to an Indian guy at the toilet entrance. But my instinct told me to just walk past them and not acknowledge my friend. Incidentally, my friend also gave me a look indicating that I should just walk away as soon as I can. After I reached home and feeling frustrated that the planned session did not get to take place, I received a message from my friend. He told me that the Indian guy told him that he is a policeman and he saw my friend blowing someone (me) and wanted to catch us both. As I had left, the Indian guy gave up the idea after waiting for a while and made my friend pay some fine and give him a blowjob at the rooftop. Of course I told him he had been cheated. But sometimes, the person catching you in the act can be for real…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In the public toilet, part 3&lt;br /&gt;I am not really comfortable with being in the same cubicle with another guy. It is definitely easier for the sex to happen and very convenient. I had good times being in the same cubicle with the other guy but it is so dangerous. And I happened to go through it once to know how dangerous it can be. I was at a cubicle, again waiting for a blow job, when the guy next door indicated he wanted my cock. I gave it to him and soon, he asked whether he can come into my cubicle. It will be much easier. I gave it some thought and opened the door for him to join me. Whilst he was blowing me naked, someone tried to enter my cubicle. He gave it a push, waited a while and then walked out of the toilet. I can see this from the mild reflection off the ceiling. After a while, there was some loud banging on my cubicle door and a voice asking me and the guy to exit the cubicle. Sensing trouble, we quickly dressed up and right before I opened the door, I quickly pushed 2 fingers down the throat of the guy. He retched and vomited. I opened the cubicle door and asked the security guards what was wrong. He was fierce and asked why I was in the same cubicle with another man. I asked him why can’t we be in the same cubicle and explained that the guy was feeling unwell and I was assisting him. The guy then started vomiting again. This time round, with some blood (I think I shoved my fingers in too deep and too hard). The security softened his stand a little but insisted that I should not lock the cubicle door if I was giving assistance to the guy and wanted to call the police. I explained that leaving the door unlocked will be more troublesome if someone was to walk in to see 2 guys in the cubicle and so I locked it. After some time, the security decided to let us go after noting down our details. I apologize to the guy when we were outside, for making him throw up and bleed, but he was just glad I got us out of the potential shit. I really really try not to have another session in a toilet cubicle again after that. What about making out in the open then? Is it safer than being in a toilet cubicle together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In broad day light&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha… My ex brought me to the Fort Road beach a couple of times. We went there to sit by the beach, read books and just to be with one another. Of course, we also like to beo at the men who walked past us in their undies/trunks etc… :p I remembered walking into orgies while we try to explore the area. The men scattered away the moment we walked in, only to have a few brave ones come out in their underwear, smiling at us, trying to get us to join in. We will just walk past and dun disturb them further. :p There was one day, after walking around and walking right into an open field, surrounded by bushes on the perimeters, my ex got a little horny and asked if I can blow for him right there in the open. Being totally in love with him and an exhibitionist by nature, I agreed. We kissed and I fondled with his almost 7” cock before kneeling down, pulling down his shorts and taking his lovely hard meat monster into my mouth. I was enjoying blowing him when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed 2 guys walking along the outside edge of the field. Their heads can be seen over the bushes and at a bush lower than the rest, they spotted me on my knees giving my ex a blowjob. Being young and innocent then (it was about 15 years ago), I got a shock and quickly stood up. I was very scared. The 2 guys saw that I stopped and probably knew I was freaked out by their presence and proceeded to hug each other for me to see in a bid to calm me down so I can continue. But as I was spooked easily then, all mood was gone and I just smiled, hugged my ex a little and I gathered my ex so we can walk away from the field as fast as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I think those were all the experiences I had that I can recall. There were other minor instances like some friend of a hunk seeing him giving me a blowjob at FR and then texting him after we were done to tease him and guys walking past the cars I was in while I was enjoying a blowjob or mutual handjobs. But those are rather common and brief moments, so I shall not write about them… :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1318507291038361306?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1318507291038361306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1318507291038361306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1318507291038361306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1318507291038361306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/oops-excuse-me-ah-p.html' title='Oops!... Excuse me ah... :p'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4217313153884421688</id><published>2011-05-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:15:07.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>Hmm… Was busy. Ok. Lazy. :p Paiseh la… I started a new job and was resting earlier. And sort of gotten a little lazy during the resting period…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Well, I should compensate and start writing again? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, my horniness took the better of me and as I was clearing leave, I decided to go have a look at one of the gay spas on a weekday afternoon. Well, I had heard of stories of the spas being filled with people on weekday afternoons and I thought I might as well check it out for myself since I had the time to. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I chose to go to OneSeven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not wanna go there on a weekend or after work. Well, the place is big, relatively well maintained and filled with relatively nice bodied guys… But it is just too expensive. And some more, with me getting more and more fat (well, some say I am stocky, not fat), my market value at OneSeven had dropped quite significantly. Nevertheless, I still continued and decide to go to OneSeven for that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying and changing, I noticed that the place was really quite crowded at 3pm. No, its not a pasar malam sized crowd but still, there should be at least 50 pax or more there already inside. So i went upstairs, wrapped in my towel and started hunting. I was not expecting much, but I would love to at least get a blow job. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by wandering around the dark maze, feeling up the guys standing around and trying to feel those walking around, in case someone decides to be interested in me. No luck for the first round. As I embarked for my second walkabout, I stopped to rest at seated area and started feeling a guy seated next to me. He responded positively and we started fondling each other. I next I know, he asked to go to a room. After getting into a room, the usual kissing, touching and rubbing started. He began to blow me and I started to reach out to his bottom and tried to finger him. He told me he wanna fuck but too bad, I told him I am a top. When we were kissing, my fingers had access to his hole and I began to finger fuck him. After some time, with significant lube being applied and a few change of positions, I began to plow my hard cock into his ass. He accepted my entry and we began to make out, changing positions and moving around the small room. For someone who just wanted to fuck, he sure was enjoying being fucked. :p After a few rounds of me pumping into him, he told me he dun wanna cum. I presume he wanted to have more fun and so I withdrew my cock from his ass and have him lick my cock before we go shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my second round after a quick chat with him at the cafeteria. I went to the big dark room and see if anyone would wanna just suck in the dark. I found someone who’s bod feels good and we proceeded to lie on the big mattress in the room. As we fondle and rub, another guy joined in. He began to rub my cock and after getting it real hard, proceed to suck on it. After a while, with me and the other guy still hugging and kissing, he did the necessary on my cock and then sit himself on it and began bobbing himself up and down my hard cock. Well, I did enjoy myself… But it did feel a little wrong too. It does feel like I was being raped. :p The other guy realized that my cock was in the guy’s ass and got a little pissed and proceeded to pull away from me and left the dark room.  After a few more minutes of pounding the second ass of the day, I pulled out, thanked the guy and left the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I thought I needed some rest instead of finding a third round, I found an interesting looking guy pretty soon. He was stocky and definitely looks fuckable in the dim lights. I approached him and felt his bod up. He responded and was quick to feel my cock, which is getting hard again. He then led me to an empty room nearby, locked the door, guided me to the bed and sat me down on it. Once I was on the bed, he knelt down and proceeded to earnestly suck on my cock, bringing it to its full hardness. And boy, can he suck. And he made my cock really wet with his saliva… which I like. After some more sucking, I pulled him up and fingered his ass as we hug. This made him more horny and he proceeded to get ready for us to fuck. When all’s ready, he got me down on the bed and proceeded to mount himself on my hard cock and pounded him ass on my cock. Man, lucky me, the bottoms I met that night were all very active! :p Hahaha… After some more pounding, the guy suddenly let out some noise and quickly pulled out of my cock. He mumbled something like an apology and proceeded to wipe himself and asked to leave the room. I thought he might had had ‘leakage’ problem with his ass and needed cleaning and so I waited a while in the room while I cleaned myself up. After some time, I thought he might had cummed and might not be back. So, I left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 rounds, it was kinda exhausting. But somehow I was not satisfied. As I was walking around, I bumped into some guy and we hugged. Hmm… Quite a good feel, I thought to myself. As we walked on, we hugged more and kissed. I pinned him against a wall and hugged him tight, licking his ears and neck, making him high. He whispered into my ear, ‘Just so you know, I am not a top.’. it sounded like music tro my ears and so I replied, whispering into his ear, ‘Just so you know, I am not a bottom.’. :p That did the trick, I guessed. He broke our embrace, look at me, smiled, held my hand and led me to a room. In the room, we wasted no time as he proceeded to help himself to my cock. After a few rounds of kissing and sucking, he proceeded to get ready for the penetration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my cock entered him, he was almost euphoric. Ok, can I use this word in this situation? LOL… Anyway, he was like very relieved he was being fucked at last and fuck, we did. Just like with the first guy earlier, we made out in various different positions, missionary, doggy, standing etc. We even had the porn style of me sitting on the edge of the bed and him sitting on my cock facing the door… And this guy can moan… And encouraging me to fuck him harder… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long exhausting fuck and me telling him I would be cumming soon, he asked if I can cum on his face instead. Of course I am glad to do so.  As I was about to cum after a few more pumps in his ass, I withdrew my cock, gave my cock a few more pumps with my hand and shot my cum on his face. He was in heaven… You should have seen his face. He looked so happy, with the cum all over his face and dripping down his chin onto his body. That was so porn scene! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he wiped his face, we left the room. I had to go by then as I had four fucks and I dun think Buaya Jr. can handle a 5th guy. Hahaha… However, after I showered and changed, I bumped into WC, some guy I had been fucking regularly some time back. He looked more yummy than before as he had put on some meat and I immediately regretted deciding to shower and go. We chatted for a while and promised to arrange for a future fuck and I left the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I leave the spa, I just can’t believe I did it. Four. I fucked four men in the spa. And I was there for less than 4 hours… *phew* I wonder when I can get to break my own record… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4217313153884421688?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4217313153884421688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4217313153884421688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4217313153884421688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4217313153884421688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/05/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4533082960395270847</id><published>2011-04-15T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:31:00.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>People you DON'T want to meet in a gay spa... Part 3</title><content type='html'>Finally… The last group of people I dun wanna bump into at the spas would be my boss(es) or colleagues or classmates or campmates. Luckily, so far, I had not met my bosses, current or past, at the spas… I would love to meet some of my ex-colleagues, though… Hahaha… Ya, I know… I am such a slut! LOL… I mean, there really is nothing to lose. He is as much outed to you as you are to him, so, as long as he is cute… :p That said, I had seen my ex-colleagues dating guys though… :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates and campmates, on the other hand, I had ran into before. I ran into my former schoolmate at Rairua. He was super embarrassed and after acknowledging that he is who I thought he is, he quickly walked away and I did not see him at the spa again that evening… Guess I scared him away. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my former BMT mate at Rairua and later at One Seven. Somehow, I felt that he is AJ during BMT already. But we were just pretty good friends then. He is too soft for me and I just dun find him sexually appealing. Thus, I was not shocked when I saw him at the spa. He is also not shocked when he saw me… KNN, he must have sensed that I am also AJ then… LOL… Anyway, we never did anything. We hugged and I think we kissed. I fingered his ass when I met him the second time. He enjoyed it. We would have fucked. But he did not clean his hole!! I dug into something squishy and I wiped my finger on his towel and walked to wash my finger… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that BMT mate, I bumped into a reservist mate in Ten Men. I was kinda shocked to see him there. He was an ah beng and was always talking straight talk with the guys and trying to bully me as I was not from his active unit. Imagine my shock when I saw him hugging the men and entering the dark maze. I tried my best to siam him but little did I know he had actually saw me. We did not do anything at the spa. He talked to me when we had in camp training after that encounter and he confessed he had liked me and was just teasing and bullying me as a ‘shield’. He eventually blew me twice on 2 nights during that last in camp training we had together before we were placed in the MINDEF reserve list. He invited me to find him at his workplace so we can get more acquainted but I really am not that into him (I want to find someone more beng, with tattoos, to fuck… LOL) and so I did not see him after that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4533082960395270847?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4533082960395270847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4533082960395270847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4533082960395270847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4533082960395270847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-you-dont-want-to-meet-in-gay-spa_15.html' title='People you DON&apos;T want to meet in a gay spa... Part 3'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7672496890173680273</id><published>2011-04-11T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:37:00.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>People you DON'T want to meet in a gay spa... Part 2</title><content type='html'>Besides your boyfriend and his friend(s), who would you not want to run into at a gay spa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next group of people I really do not want to see in the spas will be family members. I had heard of a horror story of this guy who went to a spa, walked into a dark room and was having his cock sucked royally by some random guy. He liked it so much, he told the guy to go to a room with him. When they exited the dark room and into the light, the guy got the shock of his life when he realized that the guy giving him the blowjob was actually his… *gasp*… father!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking? I think I will die… The story did not say if they continued to have sex or they died of embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it is hot to read incest stories of father-son fucks. But not in a million, ga-zillion years will I be thinking of having ANY form of sexual contact with my father… *puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if I have brothers… That is another story… LOL…Somehow, I had been fantasizing about having a brother to grow up with and getting some sexual adventures with… :p But, well, no brothers… No such things happening… Moving on…:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did bump into my cousin at the spas… Yup, SPAS. I first ran into him and his bf at Rairua. I was walking happily to the jacuzzi, thinking to enjoy the hot water and seeing if I can get some outdoor sex before venturing to the darkrooms. Never will I expect to see my cousin sitting in the pool with his bf as I walk up to it. It was embarrassing as I can’t really backed out now and I had the towel half undone already. I decided to just go ahead since I was not the only one outed (hey, he was outed to me also, right? :p). But I did not expect him to make small talk about family and trying to hit on me! *Eeeks* And his bf was trying to feel me up! Well, he eventually get to feel my hard cock in the steam room later… I swear I did not know it was him!! And his cock was huge… My cousin is a luck bitch to have a well hung bf! LOL... But we did nothing and I ran out of the jacuzzi after he started feeling me up… and the steam room after I realized it was his cock I was fondling… :s I eventually bumped into them again at One Seven and Ten Men. Nope, no sex with them… Erm, dun think I want it too… :p This cousin’s not my type! LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue another time for part 3… :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7672496890173680273?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7672496890173680273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7672496890173680273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7672496890173680273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7672496890173680273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-you-dont-want-to-meet-in-gay-spa_11.html' title='People you DON&apos;T want to meet in a gay spa... Part 2'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4864853759773180461</id><published>2011-04-10T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:01:00.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>People you DON'T want to meet in a gay spa... Part 1</title><content type='html'>Just thought that I should write something in this topic… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not been as active in going to the spas as when I was younger. When Rairua first opened, I practically will be going once every 1-2 weeks. And on top of that, there were trips to One Seven, Towel Club and Raw. LOL, ya, those were the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, initially it is for the sex, I admit. Then later, it was for the relaxation. Especially when I was going to Rairua. I just love that place. There were many nice quite comfortable places to sit down and relax in near nudity and with plenty of eye candy. There were times when it was really fun there. I had public sex at the rooftop garden, I had nude photographs taken at the lounge, I shoot load after load into the jacuzzi and having other people’s cum getting stuck to my leg hair. It was really fun back then… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah… Those were the days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going to the spas often usually means you will bound to bump into people you really dun wanna meet there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know who we want to meet at the spas… Some hot guys who will give you a hot and wonderful sexy time during your time at the spa. But, who would you NOT want to meet there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first answer? My boyfriend, for sure! I am lucky that Boy dun go spas. Or at least I think he does not go spas. I had ran into my ex before at Rairua, once, when we were still together. We were supposed to meet but he told me that he wanted to go to church and so I had nothing to do and so wanted to go to the spa. Guess who I bumped into as I walked into the private room/maze area after changing to my towel? My ex was walking out of a room, with a guy, all smiles on his face. I feel like punching him right then and there. And some more, after he sent the other guy away as he saw me, he walked me to a room and lie down, ala dead fish, and asked me to ‘do it’. At first I thought of doing it just to vent my frustration but seeing him lie there motionless, I got sick and I left the room. I took a shower and left the spa. Needless to say, we did not have sex much after that and eventually, we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next answer I can think of? His friend(s). Oh. How I hate boyfriends’ friends who will go around telling their (good) friends that they saw their boyfriend(s) go to (insert name) with so-and-so etc… I mean, is it even your business to care whether I am going to a spa even if you know my boyfriend? I will not want to know if Boy was seen going to have sex. It hurts to know. What I don’t know, does not happen in my world. I know I am being an ostrich but I guess that is how I handle stuff. I was ‘outed’ by Boy’s ‘friend’ once when I was going to a spa. It took a few weeks for us to get back to how we were before his kpo friend ‘outed’ me… Please be considerate la… I also dun tell my friends when I see their boyfriends at the spa or hitting on me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about who else I don’t want to meet in part 2… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4864853759773180461?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4864853759773180461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4864853759773180461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4864853759773180461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4864853759773180461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-you-dont-want-to-meet-in-gay-spa.html' title='People you DON&apos;T want to meet in a gay spa... Part 1'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6751586093687900117</id><published>2011-04-08T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:58:00.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Orgies - Yet another session...</title><content type='html'>Hmm… Do you still recall my 2 entries (&lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/orgies-more-gatherings-p.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/orgies-private-parties.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) on me attending orgies? Actually, if you include the &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/orgies-private-parties.html"&gt;5-some I posted some time b&lt;/a&gt;ack, that will be 3 entries. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the BW member who organized the 2 orgy sessions I had attended earlier invited me to a 3rd session. I was interested but alas, I can’t find the time to attend the 3rd session. And so, I was not invited again. About 2 years later, I chanced upon the guy online and asked if he is still organizing such events. Unfortunately, he mentioned he was too busy and had lost quite a lot of contacts and so did not organize such ‘parties’ again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a few months after that that I was mentioning to a friend that I had not been to an orgy for a long time and was missing it. He mentioned that he had not had something going on for sometime le also and he decided to do me, and himself, a favor by organizing a session!... Yay~~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we did it in a hotel room, on transit rates. He invited me and asked me to look for a couple of guys to join in. When I reached the room, there were about 6 to 7 guys already there! Imagine… The room was so small… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s where I knew Z. He was the designated bottom for the event. And he seemed to not have enough cocks! :p And there was this older man who looks like he should be in his 50s. Yet, he has a very nice body, probably that of a 30 year old man. Very well defined chest and abs and his cock… My goodness! So hard and firm. He was penetrating Z the whole time and only allowed Z to use his mouth on the other guys… :p &lt;br /&gt;I was really enjoying the sight of the old man power fucking Z and guys taking turns to suck me. As the time goes by, more guys came and join in the room. Those who had cummed, showered and left. So there is a good supply of fresh cocks and willing mouths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through, the reception called and asked if we want to extend the room as we are nearing the end of the 2nd hour. My friend extended the room for the 3rd hour. After sucking me and shooting his cum on Z, he told me he had to leave and asked me to enjoy myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get to fuck Z after the Old Man finally had enough and cummed. Turned out Z was just waiting for Old Man to shoot so he can have me inside him. LOL. As a group of late cummers have their group fun, me and Z had our little private time. After cumming, I showered and left with Z. Think there is still a small group of 4 men still at it when we left. We exchanged numbers and we had a few more sessions after that… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note if you are going to an orgy… you should never expect all the guys there to be of your type. Unless you are the organizer. Also, similarly, you cannot expect all of those who turned up for the session to want to have sex with you. Lastly, as a guest, you should be nice to everybody and if approached, to at least have some body/sexual contact with the person before deciding to move on to the next person. This way, everyone will enjoy the session. It is just sex. You have to remember it is JUST SEX if you are attending an orgy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6751586093687900117?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6751586093687900117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6751586093687900117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6751586093687900117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6751586093687900117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/orgies-yet-another-session.html' title='Orgies - Yet another session...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3347807942140246114</id><published>2011-04-06T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:19:00.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buaya Jr'/><title type='text'>My first cock pic for the blog...</title><content type='html'>Just 1 query... Will it make my blog an 'x-rated' blog? Hmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a teaser shot... :p Taken earlier this year at a shopping mall toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q1vZrQ8-gw/TZkyotT36fI/AAAAAAAAAok/Kn6FqleZNao/s1600/665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q1vZrQ8-gw/TZkyotT36fI/AAAAAAAAAok/Kn6FqleZNao/s200/665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591556087296289266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3347807942140246114?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3347807942140246114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3347807942140246114&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3347807942140246114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3347807942140246114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-first-cock-pic-for-blog.html' title='My first cock pic for the blog...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q1vZrQ8-gw/TZkyotT36fI/AAAAAAAAAok/Kn6FqleZNao/s72-c/665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1981938939303954270</id><published>2011-04-05T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:04:20.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoos</title><content type='html'>I wanna fuck a tatooed man... Where can I find one? I find them sexy since they are protraying such a manly feel but they will take cock in their arse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm8T4NeJGTQ/TZqTMxqkxWI/AAAAAAAAAos/urMc1FFAyMY/s1600/tattoo_asian_man_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm8T4NeJGTQ/TZqTMxqkxWI/AAAAAAAAAos/urMc1FFAyMY/s320/tattoo_asian_man_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591943735033513314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** This pic is just an example of a sexy tatooed man. But if you know of a guy who looks like that and want my cock. Let me know NOW! LOL!... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, remember to intro me to one if you have a tatooed buddy, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can start a series on my sexual fantasies... Hmm... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1981938939303954270?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1981938939303954270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1981938939303954270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1981938939303954270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1981938939303954270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/tatoos.html' title='Tatoos'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm8T4NeJGTQ/TZqTMxqkxWI/AAAAAAAAAos/urMc1FFAyMY/s72-c/tattoo_asian_man_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8148255742820434182</id><published>2011-04-04T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:39:00.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Sex in the showers - Part 3</title><content type='html'>RG and I had been talking about going swimming together, with the possibility of doing something at the pool or at the pool showers. But we never get a chance to really meet up and swim. We had different schedules and it is difficult for us to meet up. Finally, the chance came when I need to service the car and thus will have a few hours freed up to swim. So, I arranged with RG to go swim then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day, it turned out to be a windy and rainy day! I wanted to chicken out as I HATE to swim in such weather. That's the reason why I dun like to swim at night… But since RG stays pretty far away and is already on his way, so I decided I should just go ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was regretting badly when we hit the pool complex. The sky turned grayish even though it's not even noon yet and by the time we changed and left the changing room, it was becoming windy. When we reached the pool, I felt rain. I decided to sit in the shelter reading a book while RG swam. When the drizzle stopped, I thought I better joined in the pool or everyone will be thinking I am cruising! :p When I tested the water temperature, I got a shock as it was too cold! So I sat by the pool's edge with my legs in the water to let myself get used to the water temperature. As I was doing it, an uncle swam by and he kept looking up at me when he was resting after his swim. After he swam a few laps, he made small talk with me. I admitted that I was afraid of the cold water and he encouraged me to just get in to get used to it. I hoped he had offered to hug me when I got in the water. LOL. It was freaking cold sia!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw some laps and smiled to Uncle. Then Uncle told me he needs to go and left the pool. RG came up to me and told me he thought Uncle was cruising me. I thought I might want to see if he is right and went to the changing room. When I reached there, Uncle was already showering. I went to the cubicle opposite his and pretend to pee. Uncle saw me and immediately stripped off his trunks and showed me his erecting cock. He jerked his cock a few times and suggested that I join him in the showers. Seeing no one was around the changing room, I agreed. We closed the door when I entered the cubicle and he started to feel me up. Soon, he knelt down and started blowing me. Unfortunately, his skill is not very well… LOL… Anyway, as RG is waiting for me at the pool, I told Uncle enough is enough and I went out of the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a few more laps, me and RG decided to call it a day and went to shower. When we were showering, I walked to RG nude to 'seduce' him and it worked… Hahaha… RG decided since there is no one at the changing room, it should be ok and came into my cubicle. When he came in, we hear people coming into the changing room and so we know we have to hurry up. So, penetration is out of the question. :p He knelt down and greedily gobbled at my cock and slurping up my pre-cum. He gave me a good blowjob and after a few minutes, I decided I better cum so there are people outside and our stuff are all outside. :p Soon, with RG's tongue working on my cockhead, I feel an urge to shoot and a quick while later, I shot my man juice into his mouth. RG swallowed my load hungrily and gave my cock a good lick after all had been swallowed to make sure he did not miss any juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he cleaned up my cock, I opened the door and RG left for his cubicle quickly, without letting anyone see… I washed up and we changed and left the pool. It was a hot ending to a miserable cold swim… :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8148255742820434182?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8148255742820434182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8148255742820434182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8148255742820434182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8148255742820434182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/sex-in-showers-part-3.html' title='Sex in the showers - Part 3'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3079846646548710700</id><published>2011-04-02T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:54:00.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>A nice surprise at the HQ</title><content type='html'>Do you like surprises? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the old HQ after work one evening. I thought I will just walk to B2 and see if I can get a handjob or a blowjob to relax after a day's work. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked near to the playground and some guy was already eyeing me and he followed me into the playground. Once there, he stood at one of the urinal and whipped out his cock and waited for me to take the adjacent urinal. Sensing that the other guys were also cruising, I took the space next to the guy, let's call him A, and began cock teasing him. A soon got hard and was watching intensely at me fondling my Jr... :p He then stretched his hand over and touched my cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the door opened and a rather cute, small sized guy walked in. A walked away from the urinal and the other guy took over. Let's call him B. B whipped out his cock, started peeing and then as I stood there waiting for him to leave after he finished, started to get hard... Heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walked over and watched me while I watched B get harder... I wanted A OR B to start touching me and I can declare the games opened... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the door opened again. Urrgh!... K walked in. He did not recognized me at first and after washing his hands, turned and saw me. He finally recognized me and hugged me. A and B were a little shocked but K told me A just made him cummed. LOL... Ok... So, I can declare the games opened le lah... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A started walking over to me at the wash basin and unzipped me to take my cock out. He began to fondle it in his hand. B stood nearby and I pulled him to me and caressed him. His cock is hard and nice to feel under his jeans. K stood outside the group and kept watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to cream with A jerking me off and B hugging me tight, the door slammed open again. This time, an Indian guy walked in. K lost interest and walked out. A and B walked towards the door, expecting me to follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see that the Indian guy is going to stay put and hope that he will get to play and A&amp;B are totally not interested in him, I decided to follow A&amp;B. We went out of the playground and started to wander around the HQ to find a suitable replacement playground. Alas, none was available. A&amp;B were a little disappointed and told me they had to go for dinner. Only then did I realized that they are tourists from Taiwan... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, who was following us, walked up to me and asked me what happened. I told him they got hungry and disinterested and we decided to go back to the playground at B2 to see if I can get some action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was at the playground when we were back. Sensing that K is not interested in helping me, I was getting ready to leave... I wanted to hug K and bid him goodbye when K suddenly hugged me and kissed me. Woots! Surprised! Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K had sucked me at the playground before. We also went to a spa before. But I somehow had felt that he is not interested to play with me again. So, I was pleasantly surprised that he initiated this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jerking on my cock for a while, he began to blow me. I was in heaven. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the door opened and an uncle walked in. Uncle must have sensed something as he walked to the urinal and took out his cock and looked at the 2 of us. K suddenly walked up to me and kissed me again. I lost all inhibitions and let my lust took over. Soon, he was kissing, jerking and sucking me again, in front of Uncle. And Uncle was getting a hard-on and jerking himself at the urinals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K whipped out his cock and we started jerking our cocks with our cock heads touching each other and his saliva as lube. We began to leak precum and it made the experience so much better. Soon, I felt like I need to shoot with his cock head rubbing non-stop against my cock head and shortly afterwards I shot my juicde into his cock and hand. K continued to jerked and walked over towards Uncle. They shared the urinal and soon, as I was washing up, Uncle shot his load into the urinal, pulled up his pants and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K walked towards me jerking and I kissed him and played with his nipples. We walked towards the urinal and I hugged K from behind while he worked hard at his cock. Well, K had JUST cummed with the help of A and so it took him some time before he shot his second load into the urinal. For someone who had JUST cummed, he certainly shot a lot… Another pleasant surprise… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3079846646548710700?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3079846646548710700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3079846646548710700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3079846646548710700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3079846646548710700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/nice-surprise-at-hq.html' title='A nice surprise at the HQ'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-472113101149208110</id><published>2011-04-01T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:16:00.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>*My* cock pics...</title><content type='html'>I have been taking pictures of Buaya Jr… Especially recently… Dunno why but I feel like I am getting a little obsessed with my meat… :p I take pics of him when it is soft, when it is peeing, when it is hard, when it is shooting cum and when it is resting after cumming… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After collecting the pics, I am thinking… Maybe I should start a new blog… But just to showcase pictures of Buaya Jr… And then, maybe I can also ask my friends and readers to send me pictures of their cocks and let me post them on the blog… How cool is that? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics already, from friends who dun mind sharing… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should I post them here or create another blog to show case the pictures? Hmm… decisions, decisions…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-472113101149208110?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/472113101149208110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=472113101149208110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/472113101149208110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/472113101149208110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-cock-pics.html' title='*My* cock pics...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-229791825439844085</id><published>2011-03-30T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:41:00.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Side by side...</title><content type='html'>Do you like to have a 3some, fourgy, orgy, group sex session but is shy and also wanted to just have the bottom/top to yourself without any other guys touching you or pushing his/their cock(s) into you while you are busy? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about considering this? Get another couple and fuck your guy next to the other couple on the same bed? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… Very Jap porn scene, right? But I had this experience before. Heh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this cute guy, W, at an orgy session. He joined the orgy session late when half the guys had cummed and are getting ready to leave. He walked in, stripped, showered and quickly joined in whoever that were still playing. I had just fucked another cute fella and was lying around with some guy caressing me to get me aroused again when I noticed W in this small group at the side of the mattress. I liked what I was seeing but I was concentrating with the hunk caressing me and so I did not joined W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the session ended and all cleaned up, clothed and leaving, I walked up to W and asked for his number. I told him I’d like to do something with him some time later and he gladly gave me his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I told my (ex)regular J that I would like to bring W to fuck at his place. He agreed and I automatically assumed that J will just join in the fun in a 3some with me and W. I met W after work and on the way to J’s place told him about J. Since W had been at an orgy, he does not mind it not being a one-on-one and we walked briskly to J’s place. When we were there, I was surprised that J has a friend in his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had seen J’s friend before. Let’s call this friend, A. We had a 3some before when I went to find J for some rubba-rubba and he turned out to be there… :p A is rather cute looking, nerdy nerdy, and looks very innocent. And he has a very big dick… Since W also dun mind A, we started making out when we hit J’s bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, as me and W make out, J joined in and we pulled A in as well. The clothes came flying off and soon, all 4 of us were naked, hard and ready for some serious actions. As I wanted W, I started to pull him aside and get him ready for penetrating him. J sensed it and he went on to prepare A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I straddled W and make him suck my cock to get me ready. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw J had lifted A’s legs and putting them on his shoulders and getting ready to penetrate A. I removed my cock from W’s mouth and got W’s legs up in the air to get him ready to be fucked. Once J started pumping into A, my cock slid intoW and the show began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As A and W were lying side by side, I can see J’s pumping action and A’s ecstatic facial expression when I turn my head to the side. If I look down, I saw W enjoying my service and the room was filled with the 2 bottoms’ moans and the whole scene was just too Jap porn…  Me and J were like competing with each other pumping in and out of our bottoms’ asses and at the same time, complimenting and synchronizing each other’s movement and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, we never touched the other couple, keeping our hands just on our bottoms and the bottoms, just on us. It was really kinky… Soon, I was near climax and it helps to see J’s facial expression as he was near to shooting his juice too. I withdrew my cock and jerked off to shoot onto W’s body and face and was just in time to see J let out a groan and bury his cock deeper into A as he shot his load in A’s ass. W jerked himself off with my cum on his bod and he added his load to my load. A did not cum but he had that really satisfied look on him. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shower and dress up and then left J’s placed with A staying back. Who knows, A might need a second round of pounding… :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-229791825439844085?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/229791825439844085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=229791825439844085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/229791825439844085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/229791825439844085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/side-by-side.html' title='Side by side...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4328917274561878455</id><published>2011-03-28T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:12:59.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Bush Man Again</title><content type='html'>Remember Bush Man? He’s the guy who blew me behind a bush just infront of the cars at FR many MANY moons back. He later also blew me behind the bushes at some ulu road at Jurong East… It was challenging as both locations have people walking past nearby and cars moving around… I then invited him to an orgy session and well, didn’t hear from him or feel like calling him after that… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I happen to bump into him again one last time after the orgy… :p I remember I was bringing Z to FR to show him the playground... Z had not been at the playground and I thought I would be nice and show him around. :p And see if we can, well, put up a show… Heh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we were walking along the pavement after getting out of the car, we chatted and teased each other. And seeing the men standing around or walking around, it made me horny… And we started thinking about teasing the people who walked past and looking at us. So… I started taking out my cock and letting it hang out as we walked. And we kissed as we walk… Sometimes stopping and kissing on the pavement and for all to see when they walk past… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, Z decided he should give me a blowjob as all the kissing and teasing and touching of my cock is making him horny. We stopped and he knelt down and started sucking on my cock, right on the pavement. And we start doing this, he blowing me for some time, then we walked to a new place with my cock out and he blew me again… Of course, all the while attracting attention from the guys walking past us… Well, there wasn’t a lot of guys, but we did get lusty stares… :p Too bad no one dared to join in… That will be fun… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we walked on, I noticed the guy ahead of us and walking towards us, looked familiar. He smiled at me and walked on to me while Z was doing his stuff  with my cock and I realized he is the Bush Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bush Man want to play but he was shy to do it in the open like Z. So, with Z deciding not to share my cock with Bush Man, Z went on to explore the playground himself while Bush Man brought me into the bushes to blow me. It was barely a few minutes when I was badly bitten by mosquitoes and had to give up and went back to pathway. Since Bush Man dun wanna do in the open and also not in the car at the carpark, we parted ways and I went on to find someone to sextisfy me, now that 2 guys had blown me and I badly need to cum… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find Z to cum in him and so I started to wander around… Finally found a married (I think) uncle near the carpark, followed him to his car and finish off with him sucking me till I shoot in his mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I messaged Z and sent him home… :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4328917274561878455?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4328917274561878455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4328917274561878455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4328917274561878455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4328917274561878455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/bush-man-again.html' title='Bush Man Again'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5720383971188270203</id><published>2010-05-11T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:56:47.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>So, who is better?</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Since it had been a blurdy long time since I wrote anything... Maybe I can finish what I had been drafting for months! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes... Some (VERY very long) time ago, I was at the gym steamroom and there was this Filipino guy (what's it with the Filipino community in Sg, anyway? So many of them are cute and working out in Cali... :p) who looks pretty interesting and obviously cruising in the room eyeing everyone. I thought he was interested and after some time steaming myself, I went out and he followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood around, cooling down and he did the same and then I saw someone showering with his curtains half drawn and obviously attracting attention and seeking sex... :p I looked for a while and so did the Filipino guy. After some time, the shower guy drew my side of the curtain and voila... Filipino guy promptly opened the curtain on the other side and stepped into the shower cubicle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little pissed at missing out on 2 possible opportunities for action and worse, the one who was supposedly interested in me is now with someone else instead... and right in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, waiting outside the cubicle, looking at the shower curtain move as their hands would touch it on and off, trying to ctach a glimpse of what is going on and pretending to be ignorant of what is going on opposite me and cooling down when I was heating up knowing well that some serious sex is going on inside... *bleah*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity, shower guy flicked opened the shower curtain and left the shower cubicle smiling to himself. Soon, Filipino guy exited the cubicle, looked at me and smirked... I looked back at him, walked towards the shower cubicle, drew the curtains and suggest him to join me in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked around a bit and quickly stepped in the shower cubicle, the one which he had just exited... :p Now, I find that kinda kinky... When he was in the cubible, I drew the curtain and I asked if he had cummed. He said the other guy had cummed but he had not. I told him I need to cum and and he just knelt down and started blowing me. After some time of him eplaying with my hard cock with his tongue and in his mouth, i cummed in his mouth and he shot his cum the moment I started cumming in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming down, I promptly asked him who is better, me or the guy before, and he just laugh... *grr...* Heh... He told me he cannot remember how that guy looked like liao! Hahaha... And he also mentioned that my cock is big and he likes it... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I took that as meaning the other guy is insignificant and has a small dick! LOL!... :p No wonder he so yaya papaya looking... He needs that to boost his own ego... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think... Am I better becos he cannot remember how the other guy looked like liao, just moments after he sucked him and he cummed when blowing me and likes my cock for being big? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope whoever is still reading my blog like the story... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for *still* reading... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5720383971188270203?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5720383971188270203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5720383971188270203&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5720383971188270203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5720383971188270203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-who-is-better.html' title='So, who is better?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5454651644751335042</id><published>2010-03-14T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:25:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi all...</title><content type='html'>I just thought I owe some people an apology... for not writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just start writing again... But less of a regular posting of happenings, more of a weekly or monthly posting of recollections and thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I am fine, thanks... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5454651644751335042?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5454651644751335042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5454651644751335042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5454651644751335042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5454651644751335042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-all.html' title='Hi all...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7672210651924472408</id><published>2010-01-05T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:52:09.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Update...</title><content type='html'>Well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owed you guys an update, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things over the past few months... I broke up weith Boy, managed to meet a nice guy, who loved me, but somehow, I dun feel comfortable with the guy... Who was really a VERY nice guy... And I swear, if I had not been with Boy, I will jump at the chance of starting something with this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, it just doesn't work out... And in the end, I think I badly broke his heart... I really feel bad, REALLY... But I guess, like what a counsellor told me, this nice guy turns out to be a teacher in my life. He is actually a teacher for me and Boy, to teach us both, how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he appeared, Boy becomes very gan jeong over me. He told me he realised his mistakes and he does not wanna lose me. He chased me and frankly, while I was trying to forget him, I was irritated by his actions. But the counsellor friend told me not to resist but to listen to my inner self. The truth is, I will never be able to lose Boy. If I am able to do so, I would have done so years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the end, I hurt the nice guy and went back to Boy. He was euphoric and promised not to hurt me or lose me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks, guys, for the encouragement and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this blog, I was advised not to continue it. Reason? It will affect my relationship with Boy... I am still hesistant about making this decision though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7672210651924472408?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7672210651924472408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7672210651924472408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7672210651924472408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7672210651924472408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-update.html' title='New Year, New Update...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8547535861104704579</id><published>2010-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:01:00.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in HK, taking a break before going back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding whether to start blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can go into a food blog instead... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah... Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8547535861104704579?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8547535861104704579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8547535861104704579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8547535861104704579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8547535861104704579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4343691127136959276</id><published>2009-12-29T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:08:49.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To return or not to return...</title><content type='html'>A lot of things had happened over the past 4+ months... Some things had also changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was advised not to return to this blog anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not sure whether I should do so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4343691127136959276?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4343691127136959276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4343691127136959276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4343691127136959276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4343691127136959276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-return-or-not-to-return.html' title='To return or not to return...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2482057880230778371</id><published>2009-09-27T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:28:43.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>I think I am in trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to move on... What am I going to do... My heart and my brain are telling me different things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2482057880230778371?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2482057880230778371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2482057880230778371&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2482057880230778371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2482057880230778371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no.html' title='Oh no...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6276342682325361036</id><published>2009-09-02T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:15:45.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for the memories</title><content type='html'>This is for Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the memories for the past years. Its been sweet and although sometimes bitter, it has been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can still be friends since we had been soul mates for so long, we understand each other and thus should be friends in need... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it is time to move on. Since I hardened the heart to make the decision, I guess I just want to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the best for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I await a new chapter in my life to be opened...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6276342682325361036?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6276342682325361036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6276342682325361036&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6276342682325361036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6276342682325361036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-for-memories.html' title='Thank you for the memories'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3850813465962098176</id><published>2009-08-28T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:20:18.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery stage</title><content type='html'>Hi hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I took a long time to recover... Still bruised but recovering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still going on as per normal... except I dun really have the mood to be naughty... And frankly... I dun think I have the chance to be noti liao! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, as long as I survive this meeting tonight... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information later~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for standing by me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3850813465962098176?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3850813465962098176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3850813465962098176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3850813465962098176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3850813465962098176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/recovery-stage.html' title='Recovery stage'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2315506845706472907</id><published>2009-08-19T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:14:35.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update again</title><content type='html'>Hi hi... Its time for an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in pain... And in shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am meeting friends and knowing new people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start writing soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... No mood yet... And also a little over-busy at work... Damn tired at the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking around still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2315506845706472907?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2315506845706472907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2315506845706472907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2315506845706472907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2315506845706472907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-again.html' title='An update again'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-9082352578871414260</id><published>2009-08-03T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:42:32.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest update</title><content type='html'>Hi hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not updating for some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was the usual 'I got too busy with work and too tired after work to write' reason for not writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it became 'I am having problems with my relationship and so no mood to write' reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it is 'I am single now after 6 years and I really have no mood to write'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bear with me for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, still... But apparently, he does not... *grr...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-9082352578871414260?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9082352578871414260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=9082352578871414260&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/9082352578871414260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/9082352578871414260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/newest-update.html' title='Newest update'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1540658391555564149</id><published>2009-07-25T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:06:00.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Sneaky sneaky</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Since I had not been writing, I might as well write something since I had just recovered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something light... Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the experience of sneaking into someone's place for sex, especially in the middle of the night? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few of such experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable experience was when EG asked me to go his place after midnight for a 3some. I had been fucking EG and he had told me that he acted as the top in most sessions and he told me there was this guy whom he had been fucking regularly and he would like to have me fuck that guy together with him. So, after accepting his invitation, in the wee hours of the early morning, I traveled all the way to the other end of the Island and waited for him at his block while he came down to get me and his friend up. His parents were sleeping in another room and thus, he dun want us to go up directly and start knocking... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when he came down, the otehr guy was already there as well. He looks fine, but it seems like he is not very interested in me... I totally understand as EG has a muscular frame and I was err... Oh well... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to his place and have to tip top into the room... And in the act, cannot moan too loudly... The whole time felt like we were thieves... :p Anyway, in the end, EG fucked the guy and made him cum. Sensing that the guy was not interested in me, I din do much and EG wanted to have the guy cum and leave and then enjoy me on his own. However, the guy insisted on seeing EG cum and made EG cum before he leave... *Bummer* Maybe that guy sensed that we wanted a second session and purposely wanted to spoil my chances... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Anyway, I managed to fuck EG, again in the wee hours of the early morning, again secretly so as not to wake the parents, some time later... Or was it twice... Oh, once or twice, its the same lah... Meet, bring me upstairs, open door softly, creep inside room, make sure dun knock anything down, lock door when inside room, kiss, strip, suck, fuck the brains out of EG, cum, lick his nipples and make him cum, shower, kiss, wear back clothes and leave for home... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy whom I had sex with a few times... He stays with his family and so when I was there, it was all hush hush, open the door, walk quietly to the room, quickly close the door, lock it, pull the bed out so it does not make contact with the wall, on the music, kiss, strip, suck my cock, lube up, fuck like rabbits (quietly), change position, cum, wipe cum off, cool down, wear back clothes, then quitely and quickly, walk out and get out... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what I was doing... :p So secretive... So sneaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another time when my horniness gets the better of me and I went on the IRC, hoping to get some action. In the end, a Malay guy messaged me and since we are both horny and he was near my place, I relented and went to his place. I seldom have sex with non-Chinese and so I was really hoping he is an ok fuck. Turns out he is indeed an OK fuck... His bod quite nice... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him downstairs and he brought me up to his place. Tip-toeing, of course... as his family is sleeping liao. Went to his room and realised he is working as a home-based masseur. We started working on one another and while we were naked and hard and getting on it, his mum knocked on his door! They made a small exchange the mum left us alone to continue... Gosh, guess this is the perils of doing sneaky activities in the middle of the night... :p Need some time to get hard again... LOL... Anyway, I ended up fucking him and giving him a cum bath and then finding my way back home in the cool early morning air on my face... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going back onto the IRC to hunt le... There was another time when I was on the IRC after midnight and arranged to meet this guy at his place. When I made my way there, he came down and apologetically told me he was drunk and high and so he got onto the IRC... Now he's sober and was not horny, he felt bad and so came to apologise... I think he's just not interested in me... Or someone else had beat me to it... Anyway, I went back empty handed and balls full of cum... So... No more midnight outings via the IRC for me! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for reading... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1540658391555564149?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1540658391555564149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1540658391555564149&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1540658391555564149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1540658391555564149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/sneaky-sneaky.html' title='Sneaky sneaky'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8381058065350456272</id><published>2009-07-18T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:57:23.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Cough* *Cough*</title><content type='html'>Apologies... Was sick since my room renovation... Could be dust related, but I have body aches as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No energy to write... or go gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should be up and about soon, though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8381058065350456272?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8381058065350456272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8381058065350456272&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8381058065350456272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8381058065350456272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/cough-cough.html' title='*Cough* *Cough*'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1776110293015795341</id><published>2009-07-10T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:12:00.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Po-tay-to Po-tah-to</title><content type='html'>Ok... No one pronounces potato as po-tah-to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not what this post is about... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Clementi one day for lunch and decided to take a walk to the MRT station toilet cos I urgently need to pee and I do not want to use the nearby coffeeshop toilet... And of course, I wanna see if the toilet is still as cruisy.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, the toilet is cruisy at lunch time... :p When I went to the urinals, an angmoh and a young chinese boy were already standing side-by-side at the urinals and from their expressions and body language, I knew they were probably hard and stroking one another before I was there already... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stood next to the angmoh and while peeing, can see that his cock is hard and he's trying to peep at my cock... :p So, when I finished peeing and no one was coming into the toilet, I showed him my cock that is now half hard and he stood backa nd showed me his hard fat cock... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy next to him also stood out and manhandled the angmoh's cock and ask the angmoh to touch his... The 2 of them jerking off one another while I show them my hard cock and looking out for anyone coming in the toilet for them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed the angmoh's cock once and left when some one was walking into the toilet and by the time everyone left the toilet, the angmoh was in a cubicle and expecting at elast 1 of us to join him... I dun feel like doing it in the toilet that day and walked off. By the time I returned, the 2 of them had locked themselves in for fun le... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident just reminded me of how few times I had actually played with angmohs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a lecturer in a local University... He was a friend of a friend and they were sex buddies. My friend asked me to join them one day... But as I was not really interested in the angmoh, we hardly do anything... Its more me and my friend doing for the angmoh to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a North European guy who, I think, was the CFO or something like that, for a local MNC... I met him in RR and was intimate with him, even exchanging numbers, if I did not recall wrongly... But nothing went on further and we lost contact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there is another angmoh by the initials M.F. whom my friend dragged me to have 3some with in a room in RR... I can still remember his name as his last name is very strange... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it... Only these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Anyone has any angmohs to want to introduce to me to have sex with to boost up my numbers? Kekeke... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's about all the angmohs I ever had...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1776110293015795341?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1776110293015795341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1776110293015795341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1776110293015795341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1776110293015795341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/po-tay-to-po-tah-to.html' title='Po-tay-to Po-tah-to'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3950228465828427444</id><published>2009-07-08T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:05:01.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Kena fucked...</title><content type='html'>Got fucked some time back... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Since I was always lamenting how I envy those flex-es around, how they can enjoy the best of both worlds, fuck and be fucked... No stress of performance... Dun feel like fucking, just lift legs up and get fucked... I had always wanted to find someone who can train me to take a cock up my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a flex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I had been fucked a few times before... So, I am not a virgin... But still, I just cannot really fully enjoy taking a big hard cock up my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time someone had his cock near my ass was CT, my first ex. His cock was really big but I was really deeply in love with him then and was willing to try anything. So, I had him to fuck me one fine day. The make out session was good, we were all aroused and everything and then its time to penetrate... Gingerly, he lubed himself up and poked at my hole. But as it was my first time and he is big, it took some time and I was really in pain. All I felt was that I needed to shit and the romantic and feel-good feeling of being fucked by your loved one was thrown out of my mind that instant... He barely had his cockhead in my ass before we had to call it quits. We never tried again... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I think about being fucked is when I was with my second ex, ZH... I remembered asking him whether he wanna try anal sex and he said he is not interested. He said he had did it before and he felt pain, both being fucked and doing the fucking... Somehow, however, I was rather pissed off with the thought of him havig sex with other people, especially since he did not choose to explore anal sex with me but with others! So, I asked my crush, GS, to fuck me and really take my virginity away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, one fine evening, I went to GS' place for the de-flowering ceremony... LOL! He was extremely patient with me... And he was gentle and even was telling me how much of his hard man meat was inside me when he was penetrating me. It helped that his cock is smaller than CT's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his cock was inside, he actually stayed a long time inside me, letting me feel comfortable before he started pumping. And even so, he did so gently... and so he started pumping and he was really taking a long time and he still had not cummed. Since I was not feeling very comfortable, I asked him why he's taking such a long time and his reply was that he had wanted to cum very earlier on le but he had slowed down and controlled so he can enjoy me longer! *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded him and asked him to hurry up and within minutes, he cummed... I did not cum with him inside me, though... I was not even hard at all... :p GS fucked me again some time later, in fact, its years later... we were just doing along the lines of kissing and sucking all this while... and I got hard when he fucked me again... :p Even had a video of his cock inside me and me cumming... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, but he is not the first one to have me hard and cumming when fucking me... While I explored being fucked with some other men, including a very young cute doctor, it is my third ex that brought me to the highest level of getting fucked up in the ass... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third ex, AT, is not at all endowed down there. In fact, probably the smallest I had seen so far... I met him at RR and wanted to top him as he had a seemingly loose ass... Turns out he is top but practiced as a flex  when he was with his ex and his ex has a VERY big cock... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we were together, we were also practicing flexes. Thank god his cock is small... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it could also be that because his cock is small, I got the best fuck ever... :p I was on all 4s and he was doggy-ing me when I felt this very intense feeling and I just feel very high and I just feel a very strong urge and need to reach for my cock and jerk on it. After a few pulls, Buaya Jr. began to spill out my man juices... Its my first and only time and it felt really really good... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I will fuck him first and then have him fuck me as I can still tolerate his small cock in my ass after I cummed but the switch that night really changed my view of being fucked. As we such a shiok shiok orgasm... Too bad, it never really happened again... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we broke off, I did get my fair share of men who wanna fuck me and I did get some of them whom I really liked to fuck me. And I make sure all those smallish cocks get a chance to try to fuck me... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, all had failed to excite me... Some cocks I can tolerate in my ass but none had been able to bring me to that level of orgasm...  May be I should just keep on searching eh? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3950228465828427444?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3950228465828427444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3950228465828427444&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3950228465828427444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3950228465828427444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/kena-fucked.html' title='Kena fucked...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-432059909697149258</id><published>2009-07-05T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:22:00.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Steamy choot choot</title><content type='html'>I was giving up on finding anyone in the gym and actually had showered and dried up and was at the lockers, ready to change and go back when I noticed, from the corner of my eye, a cute stocky cubby-ish was getting out of his gym wear and wrapping himself with his towel... The thing is, he was looking at me while he was stripping down... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thought I had showered and getting ready to leave the gym, I gollowed him back to the showers... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose a cubicle opposite his and left a gap at the curtains so I can see him and he did the same and we started showing off and flashing to each other. After a few minutes of cock showing, we moved on to the steamroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was after the last gym class and I had already spent a good 30-40 minutes slutting, steaming and showering before that, the steamroom was empty when we went in. It was that late when cutie ended his gym work... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we were, sitting side by side, acting all innocent in the steam room, sweating it out... I can't even remember who started it first but after we were sure no one will be entering the steamroom and before the cleaner comes in and start cleaning, the towels were off and the cocks were hard... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with playing with one another cocks and I think there were kissing and in the heat, we just have to finish it quickly and he took over his own cock and started jerking himself faster. In a short while, he moaned and shot into his towel. I was jerking myself when seeing him cum and shortly after he cummed, I also shot into my towel. Come to think of it, we should have just shot onto the floor, since the cleaner will be cleaning the room soon, anyway... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly left the steamroom as we were really panting, with the heat and the ejaculations... :p I threw the semen-ed towel on the floor of my cubicle, showered and dried up and exchanged numbers with cutie at the locker room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen cutie again but no chance to play with his cock and soon, I stopped seeing cutie in the gym le... I really wish can bump into him regularly at the gym showers/steamroom... He's really cute and has a nice cock... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-432059909697149258?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/432059909697149258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=432059909697149258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/432059909697149258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/432059909697149258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/steamy-choot-choot.html' title='Steamy choot choot'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7184179877464337024</id><published>2009-07-03T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:26:01.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>The desert misses the rain</title><content type='html'>I miss sex, like the desert miss the rain... But luckily, it rained, finally... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dry spell started with boy postponed our session to a week later. Then a week later, he fell sick... And I just can't get any luck with anyone anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few chances in the gym... but somwhow, the attempts were all thwarted... There was even an angmoh eyeing me at the showers and was preparing to cross over to my cubicle... But he can't do so due to some lurkers hanging around pretending to be cooling down from the steamroom... *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the angmoh came over and told me he had to go back as the guy was still standing around after a long time and he dun wanna wait or take the risk... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And similar stuff had been happening... It was really desert dry for a few weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it rained. Heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just giving up at the showers when a cute one was standing around. I gave him a look and walked into a cubicle near him, purposely leaving a gap at the shower curtain so he can look and started showering. He shifted his position so he can see better and I started playing with Buaya Jr. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went into a cubicle opposite, I guess to see me shower and then planning to jerk off while seeing me. I asked him to come over instead and surprisingly, he walked off! I was upset, thinking it is a dry night again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a short while, he came back and after standing for a while, drew open my shower curtain and entered my cubicle... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started carressing me and playing with Buaya Jr and we kissed. I played with his fuck hole and he put my cock in between his legs and allowed me to thigh fuck him. It felt good... Really had not been doing such for so long... And with the water showering on us, it felt extra better... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the thigh fuck, he knelt down and blew me and asked me to do the same. Its been a long time since I sucked cock and it felt good... :p I surfaced after giving his cock a good blowjob... I was afraid he will cum! Hahaha... We kissed again and he allowed me to tigh fuck him again. After a short while, he knelt down and took my cock in his mouth again and I mouth fucked him and jerked off till I cummed on his tongue... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cum flowed out of his mouth and covered his goatee and he just look so sexy... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasked off the cum and took his towel and walked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he never talked or indiccated that he wants to exchange numbers... Well, just as SA said, I hoped to meet him in the gym again... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7184179877464337024?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7184179877464337024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7184179877464337024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7184179877464337024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7184179877464337024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/desert-misses-rain.html' title='The desert misses the rain'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7470494637674497543</id><published>2009-07-02T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:55:00.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Orgies - More gatherings... :p</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I really missed the orgies... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the first one I attened, AL invited me to a second one soon but I was busy and have to give ir a miss. After missing the second session, I kinda keep reminding AL to include me for further sessions as I do not want him to forget about me and thinking I was not interested. :p And soon enough, AL asked me to attend another session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session is a smaller group, again at someone's HDB flat. I was there earlier this time and there were already about 6,7 guys sitting around a table chatting. I went to have a shower and came out wearing only a towel but the guys were still chatting, fully clothed! I was a little disappointed at their interest to be just chatting but decided to just sit down and join them. After a while, I just told them Iw as feeling cold and weird as I was the only one without any clothing on... And only after that then they decided to get the session stared. Lights were switched off and clothes were removed and everyone went into the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get hold of a cutie and have him blow me the whole night, alternating with the host... while there was another grouping at the end of the room... And as the 2 of us got more intense, I asked if he wanna fuck as I really liked his cock... But he was rather shy about fucking with so many people looking and the host asked us to go to his other room. However, in the end, since the host was around, the guy was not comfortable and so in the end, there was no fuck... But we managed to cum... We went back to the first room to see AL being fucked and after that was done, we dressed up and left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up that guy again for a private session but still did not manage to get a fuck from him... How I wish we had really fucked... :p Now he dun wanna have sex with me le... Some people, after they know you too long, really just dun wanna have sex with you... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... How I missed the guy and the orgies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7470494637674497543?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7470494637674497543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7470494637674497543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7470494637674497543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7470494637674497543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/orgies-more-gatherings-p.html' title='Orgies - More gatherings... :p'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5898342282451242140</id><published>2009-07-01T09:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:34:37.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>A quick relieve...</title><content type='html'>It started out this way: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling horny and needed some relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at shopping mall where I know I should be able to get some form of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, after a short while at the cubicle, feet were tapping and from the shadows, the guy next door had been trying to peep. A sure sign that he is AJ and ready to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jerked my cock and let his see the shadow of me pullin on my cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, his hand came over and touched my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, his hand started moving upwards and I shifted to grant him access to my hard cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SkhBTLUZimI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QDXENAht39A/s1600-h/24062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SkhBTLUZimI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QDXENAht39A/s200/24062009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599954841504354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few jerks later, I knelt down to give him full access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after fondling my cock for a while, he bent down and took my cock in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a combination of a blowjob and a handjob, I was brought to my climax and blew my load on the floor. Cannot take too long, there are always guys waiting outside the cubicles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I can take a photo of my spilled juices, he wiped them off with toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SkhBTQgQyoI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eDKPNgx9B44/s1600-h/24062009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SkhBTQgQyoI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eDKPNgx9B44/s200/24062009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599956233439874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... A very considerate guy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he just wanna clean up the place so he can have a second round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my pants and left to wash up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5898342282451242140?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5898342282451242140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5898342282451242140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5898342282451242140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5898342282451242140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-relieve.html' title='A quick relieve...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SkhBTLUZimI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QDXENAht39A/s72-c/24062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1380430672797413009</id><published>2009-06-30T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:26:25.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>HOT!</title><content type='html'>Ok... That got your attention? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the gym and went to the steamroom to relax the muscles when a hunk stood opposite me. He suddenly came towards me and plonked himself down, sitting next to me at the corner, but facing me, lifted his legs up and leaned against the wall. At first I wasn't thinking much, except that I thought perhaps he didn't realised his cock and balls will be exposed to me... Then I suddenly had this realization that that is exactly his intention! How did I realise? His cock was growing... *rolleyes* *silly me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peeped but dun dare to stare as there were other guys in the steamroom... But the cock was really growing... Suddenly he sit up, put on his towel and left the steamroom. I was a little horny... And so, after a few seconds, I got up, put on my towel and left the steamroom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that he went in the sauna room and I entered the room, only to be greeted by him exposing his hard cock to me! Cool~ I meant, HOT! Hahaha... :p I took it in my hand and started jerking it while holding on to my towel and allowing him access to my growing cock as well. Its a little difficult to coordinate as the sauna is relatively bright and open and anyone can enter anytime, so the towels cannot be taken off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still managed to try different positions and to have me fingering his hole and some dry humping... :p In the end, the room was really getting too hot for me and I decided to just quickly finish him off. I jerked him off and in a short while, he gave a moan and shoot his load onto the hot sauna wooden panelled floor. He gave a smile and left the room just in time for another guy to enter. Somehow the guy seem to know what had happened as he smiled at me when he entered the room and touched my cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I asked if he wanna sucked but he was not keen and so I left the very hot sauna room to cool off in the shower. It was really a very HOT experience! :p First time in a sauna room! Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1380430672797413009?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1380430672797413009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1380430672797413009&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1380430672797413009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1380430672797413009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot.html' title='HOT!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-859175956003468033</id><published>2009-06-29T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:42:04.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oysters</title><content type='html'>Do oysters make people horny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught how to eat raw oysters recently... After friends found out that I had never had raw oysters before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had 7 at a go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I really need to get some sex after that... But had not had any yet! Been desert dry recently... Gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-859175956003468033?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/859175956003468033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=859175956003468033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/859175956003468033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/859175956003468033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/oysters.html' title='Oysters'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7556317112972893548</id><published>2009-06-28T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:42:00.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Orgies - Private 'parties'</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Its been a long time since I had written anything on this... Maybe I can recount some of my previous encounters, since I have not been invited for such... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Anyway, I had always been interested in attending orgies and had heard about private parties taking place in HDB flats but I had never actually know people who organises such 'parties' or attended such 'parties'... Till I happened to bump into some guys and they told me about guys being stopped for police checks on the way to the parties... presumably to check for drunk driving or possession of drugs... Anyway, that kinda put me off to attend such parties, even as I was finally granted an invitation to a 'party' at Pasir Ris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fast forward several years and I get to know this BW member, AL, who happens to organise some orgies for his own pleasure. He seems to know people and he was asking for people who are interested and one fine day, I decided to just tell him that I was interested in his orgies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after some ding dongs and exchanging of sms-es, he invited me to his session and I was flattered, excited but also very nervous! I dragged a friend, ST, along for this event... Now, ST has a very nice body and a very long thick cock, so I am sure he will surely be enjoyed in the session and so the reason I brought him along... Of course, I also wanna enjoy him lah... In case the crowd is really not to my liking... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived slightly late at the address and was shuffled into the very dark flat quickly. There were a couple of men still sitting around the almost empty living room, fully clothed but I can see a few men already in their undies standing around near the bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, in the darkness, ST recognised one of the attendees as his friend and they started chatting at the corner when the organizer started going around the room getting people to strip and enter the bedroom... I complied, though still feeling shy and walked naked into the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 mattresses on the floor and some men were already starting the action... So, I grabbed ST and started kissing and licking him to get the mood started for me. Soon, we were hard and 69-ing. His friend was nearby and as ST moved away from me, I went on to his friend and started the kissing and licking and the sucking... I came to realised that ST's friend was very cute and his body was very smooth and very fuckable, indeed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, I was reaching for the lube and fingering the guy... The owner of the flat was, in the mean time, being fucked good by some one across the mattress and ST had been surrounded by guys wanting a piece of his hard long cock... Soon, after some fingering time, I donned a condom over my own hard cock and penetrated ST's friend and started fucking him good while someone had came over and started carressing my balls and ass... Sheesh... He was tring to lube me up so he can fuck me while I was fucking ST's friend! Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he never get to succeed... And I withdraw without cumming, letting him play with ST's friend instead while I moved on to other guys. After frolicking around a bit, someone called AL and he went to open the door. Gosh, that guy's relly late! Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy, WI, turned up to be rather cute and he quickly stripped and showered while we carried on playing... WI came out of the shower and was immediately pulled to the mattresses and groped and licked and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, someone jerked me till I cum and it was about this time that almost all of the guys are also cumming... In fact, I was one of the last to cum... I started fingering the owner while I was cumming and gosh, he wanted me to fuck him but I was spent and just can't get it up in time as everyone started dressing up and getting ready to leave... Sheesh... Everyone just wanna cum once? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, we both hugged and I dried up and changed too... ST's friend was shy and dun want to exchange numbers with me but I got WI's number and fucked him good at a fourgy later... :p It turns out that ST's friend is not a bottom! But I somehow managed to get him to accept my cock into his asshole that night and that's the reason why he dun wanna exchange numbers! Hahaha... He dun wanna get fucked again! So disappointed... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was quite an eye opener... It can be considered my first real orgy... There were easily 12-15 men that night in the room... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7556317112972893548?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7556317112972893548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7556317112972893548&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7556317112972893548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7556317112972893548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/orgies-private-parties.html' title='Orgies - Private &apos;parties&apos;'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-114868591794544085</id><published>2009-06-25T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:01:01.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Say Cheese too...</title><content type='html'>Well, the previous post reminded me of this time when a teenager came to contact me through the IRC on one of the rare times I was online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged MSN but did not evetually meet up... It took a few more weeks before we finally met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arranged to meet at his flat. He told me the flat's unlocked and asked me to just opened the door and enter when I reached. When I reached and opened the door, I was rather surprised to see him kneeling inside... waiting for my cock... apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the door and walked towards him. I was unzipping when he passed me a camera and asked me to record the whole event. Gosh, guys nowadays really love to see themselves sucking cocks eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily took over the camera and he started his job, blowing me like he just had the world's most delicious lollipop in his mouth. I must say, he DOES give good head... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he got tired from the kneeling and asked that we adjourn to the bedroom upstairs, which I also agree. It is definitely more enjoyable to be lying down.... LOL... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once we are lying down, I started recording again and he went on to suck and lick on my cock. He was just very focused on the cock and also noticing the camera, often looking into the camera and licking my cock head like a lollipop... He went on for a good half an hour before I finally blow into his mouth which he gladly swallows up the whole load and wanting more... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that his phone had been beeping regularly and asked him about it. But he told me its ok... Its beeping cos he had arranged for 7 other men to visit him for more semen donation! Gosh, its great to be young, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-114868591794544085?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/114868591794544085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=114868591794544085&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/114868591794544085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/114868591794544085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-cheese-too.html' title='Say Cheese too...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6047375149426171628</id><published>2009-06-23T08:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:32:00.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>Say cheese~</title><content type='html'>With some difficulty, he hopped into the car, carefully folding in his cluthes so it won't knock on anything. His leg was in a cast but he was too horny and wanted to suck some cock. So I picked him up and drove him to a secluded toilet he suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... Right in the middle of a neighbourhood shopping center... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was quiet and secluded all right... He had went in first and I knocked on the door after its all clear. I pushed open the door and made my way in. He passed me his camera, smiled and asked me to record his act... Cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started recording as he knelt down and unzipped me. Took my cock out and started to lick and suck on Buaya Jr., causing it to be pumped with blood and grow to its 'adult' size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the fastest time I felt like cumming when being blow... I remembered it was like 4 minutes on the camera when I first felt like blowing in his mouth. I controlled a little and just about then, someone walked into the toilet to the cubicle next door. I quickly shifted in towards the corner away from the cubicle wall and he stood up...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We resumed after the guy left and he asked me to cum quick into his mouth... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a few more minutes of recording, I cummed into his mouth and he licked all the cum up... Cleaned up and opened the door to leave but got to quickly pretend I forgot to wipe my hands when someone walked in to the toilet when I opened cubicle door... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I wish he will pass me the video... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6047375149426171628?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6047375149426171628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6047375149426171628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6047375149426171628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6047375149426171628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-cheese.html' title='Say cheese~'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8655501991692279931</id><published>2009-06-22T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:41:16.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>Oops... Realised I had not posted anything for a week! :p Paiseh~ Been spending more time on Facebook recently... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to structure my life more and hopefully, I can re-structure this blog too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post updated sexventures rather than relying on old memories... But then I started this blog to actually record down my old sexventures too... Before I forgot about them... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that I can have the time, energy and will to write them soon! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8655501991692279931?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8655501991692279931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8655501991692279931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8655501991692279931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8655501991692279931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-9096091034553461605</id><published>2009-06-15T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:55:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小熊出游记</title><content type='html'>(Lit: Little Bear's Day Out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET messaged and asked if I wanna go clubbing... Since it was like 5 years since I last club and having nothing to do, I agreed and so along with SA and ET's cute beary friend, I went to Tantric for the very first time in my life. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as SA's friend said, I was not missing out much from not going out till now... and after being squeezed about in the pub, we went to Tabs... And was being squezed about more... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while taking a break, ET's friend commented that I will be known in Taiwan as a '小熊' (lit: little bear or a cub)... I was shocked... and sensing that I was not very glad to be known as such, he quickly added that I am the skinny version... or '小瘦熊' (lit: skinny little bear)... Which, in my opinion just makes things worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... Think I should stop my slimming plans and might as well go start muscle building... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-9096091034553461605?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9096091034553461605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=9096091034553461605&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/9096091034553461605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/9096091034553461605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='小熊出游记'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7039737727567602062</id><published>2009-06-11T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:27:12.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Sex in the showers - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok... This is a follow up of the last write up on sex in the showers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most memorable experience was with my first ex, CT, at a shower cubicle near the old Carpark near Fort Road at East Coast. Before the carpark was transformed to a heavy vehicle park and the area was renovated till what it is now, during the time when gay men can and will venture inside to suntan or have orgies at the beach, there was a little toilet with a shower cubicle attached near the carpark. An uncle will be taking care of the place and collecting the money to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We and CT had went to the beach and played with water and was sweating. With the path being muddy, we would really like ro have a shower before leaving the place. Seeing the toilet, we paid and enter, only to realise there was only 1 shower cubicle. The uncle saw us and suggested that we shower together. Both men mah, he said. Heh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we entered the cubicle together, stripped and started showering. Of course, we helped one another and grew hardons and soon started to blow one another and took a bloody long time in the cubicle playing with water and each other... :p The uncle must be wondering why we were taking so long... :p Both men mah... Heh... So, after like an eternity, we cummed, dried up, changed and exited the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With CT, we will be like trying to get as much sex as possible from one another when we can, during the initial months of us together... So, besides the act above, we will also have sex when we were alone in swimming pool changing rooms... But another memorable experience was when we went exercise but that place have no showering facility and so CT decided to drive to a JTC factory building nearby to use the showers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there will only have 1 shower cubicle in the toilet and since it is after working hours, we shared the cubicle and I think I dun need to repeat what we did in the cubicle besides showering... :p It was rather scary... As anyone can really just be using the toilet outside when we were showering... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how to talk about shower sex without mentioning about encounters are swimming pools such as YCK and Delta pools and at the gym? But I think there are rather boring and 'everyday' encounters... Dun bother to recall everything lah... Heh... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7039737727567602062?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7039737727567602062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7039737727567602062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7039737727567602062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7039737727567602062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/sex-in-showers-part-2.html' title='Sex in the showers - Part 2'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5263608264394091602</id><published>2009-06-09T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:27:12.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Sex in the showers - Part 1</title><content type='html'>'Excuse me, do you mind sharing the shower?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo... I got this request at Delta and thinking that he really just wanna share the cubicle cos the changing room was undergoing renovation works and thus only 4 shower cubicles are available, I agreed, saying 'Why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped a towel and stood outside my cubicle for a while after I agreed. I was continuing showering when I saw that his cock is growing and pushing his towel apart... And soon, i was sprouting an erection in my trunks... Buaya Jr. pushing against the trunks and fighting to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was not handsome, just a slim uncle, but he's decent looking and somehow I was aroused by the situation. He entered the cubicle after a while and I left the door ajared, so as to tell anyone seeing him enter that we have nothing to hide. Of course, the fact that my cubicle is a corner cubicle helps... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as just 2 persons taking turns to shower but I just can't ignore that hard cock and so began some accidental brushings and soon, he had his hands over my body and pulling down my trunks to release Buaya Jr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he was hugging me and pulling on my cock. And he close the door further and started to blow me. I eventually blow in his hands while he jerk me off with the water raining on the both of us. I cleaned up, put my trunks back on as Buaya Jr is still pretty engorged and exited the cubicle amidst stares from some uncles and Indian boys... Guess the best was is to pretend nothing is happening, change quickly and exit the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda reminded me of other experiences in the shower cubicles... Maybe I can wrote about those in another post... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5263608264394091602?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5263608264394091602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5263608264394091602&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5263608264394091602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5263608264394091602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-in-showers.html' title='Sex in the showers - Part 1'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8675690846754826973</id><published>2009-06-06T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:23:00.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>Splat~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SigEXllSNTI/AAAAAAAAAms/gCGFBw9gAB4/s1600-h/03062009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SigEXllSNTI/AAAAAAAAAms/gCGFBw9gAB4/s200/03062009(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343525761147090226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely touched his cock when I felt a wetness at the cockhead... I thought he had a lot of precum as it has no cum smell but it was just too much and I checked to see my hand covered with a clear liquid and there are globs of cum on the floor... Sheesh... Some people can really cum a lot and cum very fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8675690846754826973?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8675690846754826973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8675690846754826973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8675690846754826973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8675690846754826973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/splat.html' title='Splat~'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SigEXllSNTI/AAAAAAAAAms/gCGFBw9gAB4/s72-c/03062009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2110437289228544854</id><published>2009-06-06T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:28:24.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic!</title><content type='html'>This is the replacement pic for the one I removed earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is ok! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SilVhT3OF5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/c8z3dhxXmNw/s1600-h/05062009(004)rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SilVhT3OF5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/c8z3dhxXmNw/s200/05062009(004)rr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343896463607732114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how red I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2110437289228544854?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2110437289228544854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2110437289228544854&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2110437289228544854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2110437289228544854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/pic.html' title='Pic!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SilVhT3OF5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/c8z3dhxXmNw/s72-c/05062009(004)rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3262901202743303532</id><published>2009-06-05T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:11:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster red</title><content type='html'>I just lost broke my 'virginity'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that caught your attention? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that kind of virginity... :p I went for my first indoor tanning session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be tanned, with sexy tan lines that I love to show off at skin nites at 17 and RR... :p But every since I started working, I had been seeing the sun less and my body even get to see it less... It became so bad that whenever I have the time to tan at the pools over the weekend, I will just turn red and peel the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gradually, I became fairer and fairer... Until everyone just assumes that I am just fair... Recently, I scared the receptionist at a tanning salon with my fair skin... :p and SA called me the 'Fann Wong of the AJ world'... *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after deciding for a long time to try indoor tanning to build a base tan so I can go tan at the pools without peeling the next day, I went to tan with my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a mere 10-12 mins, I became lobster red!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope I will NOT peel but build a tan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*EDIT: On the advise of advisors, the pic is removed at 10.10am*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3262901202743303532?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3262901202743303532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3262901202743303532&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3262901202743303532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3262901202743303532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/lobster-red.html' title='Lobster red'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5092158373433355027</id><published>2009-06-02T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:49:00.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusioned</title><content type='html'>I am kinda disillusioned... by what's going on in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries... Everything is fine with boy and me... We are no longer fighting... But there are things with my life that I just feel I should be doing something about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5092158373433355027?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5092158373433355027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5092158373433355027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5092158373433355027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5092158373433355027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/disillusioned.html' title='Disillusioned'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7271894828047697681</id><published>2009-05-26T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:58:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calamine, calamine, calamine lotion~</title><content type='html'>*itchy itchy scratchy scratchy up and down my....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this camp fire song? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated some time back and after venting my frustrations in the gym, I still need to find more avenues to release the frustration and so I went to FR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had not been there for like half a year and the place looks so different now... the cycling path is complete and done and the streetlights are switched on now... But it is still relatively dark and there are still guys walking around... oblivious to the cyclists who occassionally cycle past them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrM7u-p49I/AAAAAAAAAl0/fhBCLydGiaA/s1600-h/22052009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrM7u-p49I/AAAAAAAAAl0/fhBCLydGiaA/s400/22052009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339805634796315602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrM7a4YOmI/AAAAAAAAAls/-wfIod1EM5I/s1600-h/22052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrM7a4YOmI/AAAAAAAAAls/-wfIod1EM5I/s400/22052009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339805629401283170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I ventured a little too far into the vegetation and I left FR with 30 bites on my leg and about 10 on my arms... Kinda regretted it... as I am so fair... even now, the bite marks are so obvious on my skin... And they are still itching!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNqUcGfmI/AAAAAAAAAmU/llNSKd_eeuk/s1600-h/24052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNqUcGfmI/AAAAAAAAAmU/llNSKd_eeuk/s400/24052009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806435125919330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNqLBvFmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vaMOPgPa5E8/s1600-h/24052009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNqLBvFmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vaMOPgPa5E8/s400/24052009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806432599414370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNpw_xAQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/sIoxRRkEsbk/s1600-h/24052009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNpw_xAQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/sIoxRRkEsbk/s400/24052009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806425611829506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNplPvKUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qCOac_SDl-0/s1600-h/24052009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrNplPvKUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qCOac_SDl-0/s400/24052009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806422457592130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Dun think I will go FR again for a very long time... :p My legs look horrible now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7271894828047697681?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7271894828047697681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7271894828047697681&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7271894828047697681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7271894828047697681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/05/calamine-calamine-calamine-lotion.html' title='Calamine, calamine, calamine lotion~'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/ShrM7u-p49I/AAAAAAAAAl0/fhBCLydGiaA/s72-c/22052009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7534191764243401</id><published>2009-05-25T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:58:56.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Buaya...</title><content type='html'>I was queueing up for water in the middle of a gym class and a cute guy walked up to me, smiling and then 'hi'-ed me... Just when I was wondering why I was so lucky, got such a cute guy coming up to me and introducing himself to me, he introduced himself as... Sgboy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute... Which means I dun ever stand a chance... Hahaha... Anyway, he has his Fairy Tale now and is out of the market... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, he was just standing behind me in class... Meaning he got to see all my unglam in class... LOL! And then he told me he had been seeing me in the classes he had been attending and he had been trying to figure put who is Buaya! Hahaha... Turns out Buaya is this totally unglam nerd struggling in class, ya?... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I know how Sgboy looks like, I saw him in the gym the whole day after that... :p And manage to catch a glismpe of his bod, butt and his *ahem* front package too at the steamroom... Hahaha... Woot! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why he had been having all the sex he was having... He's cute and totally sexable... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7534191764243401?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7534191764243401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7534191764243401&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7534191764243401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7534191764243401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-buaya.html' title='Hello Buaya...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3721807427818630635</id><published>2009-05-22T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:30:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so terribly sorry for the lack of any updates for so long... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tied up at work and then in the evenings, busy going to the gym to keep my tummy at bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone consistently under 70 now and is pushing 68... Target is 63-65... I had tried to go on to the IRC but still was deemed as having 'fat' stats... So, need to push myself more... Not to satisfy those idiots... But myself... I so hate to be rejected becos of ignorance... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had not been smooth with Boy... Although we are no longer arguing or on cold war, it seems like things will never be the same as last time... A crack is a crack, no matetr how much you try to repair it, the mirror will never look the same sgain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been horny the past few days... Maybe due to work stress and thus trying to find release to curb... But unfortunately... I can't find!! So sad... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hopefully, by the middle of next week, life will be back to normal on my work front... then I will have the mood and time to start writing on my way~ overdue recollections of my sexperiences... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for *still* reading! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3721807427818630635?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3721807427818630635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3721807427818630635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3721807427818630635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3721807427818630635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/05/apologies.html' title='Apologies!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3494530319318419658</id><published>2009-05-01T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:17:24.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on the edge...</title><content type='html'>I had reached the point where Boy's behaviour is driving me crazy... I dunno if the love for him can carry me along further over riding his bad behaviour and attitude towards me and the relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to give him an ultimatum soon... Either he change for the better or I leave... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really dun wanna have it happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3494530319318419658?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3494530319318419658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3494530319318419658&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3494530319318419658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3494530319318419658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/05/walking-on-edge.html' title='Walking on the edge...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-538822275184357414</id><published>2009-04-28T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:01:26.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>... like mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not enough rest... I think I might have sleeping problems... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my wrist in gym, slightly swollen and painful to move my wrist... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a small break from gym... Guess I got to take it slower, but make it more meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time or energy to write... So sorry... And no time and energy to read blogs also... Weather's not helping... The temperature is so high nowadays, it drains you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the workload will decrease after mid-May... I wanna go for a short holiday overseas... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-538822275184357414?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/538822275184357414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=538822275184357414&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/538822275184357414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/538822275184357414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/buay-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3089042783266815199</id><published>2009-04-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:01:00.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older...</title><content type='html'>And I hope wiser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to meself! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3089042783266815199?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3089042783266815199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3089042783266815199&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3089042783266815199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3089042783266815199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8261474052860901817</id><published>2009-04-17T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:37:00.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid Sex - Part 2</title><content type='html'>As a continuation of the last &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/paid-sex.html#links"&gt;'disussion'&lt;/a&gt;... I would like to talk about me being paid after sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been given money after sex? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it happened to me before... When I was still younger and more innocent. Ok, dun vomit, Buaya also has innocent beginnings, ok?... :p Anyway, when I was younger and more innocent, I really would not be too choosy and thus anyone who can blow me will most likely be given a chance to impress me with his skills. Then over time, I tend to be a little more selective. In between the 2 period, there will be guys who want to blow me but I am not so sure if I would wanna let him blow me. This is when they will use money to tempt me into feeding them my hard young cock... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a civil defense guy will be hiding at the swimming pool changing area, lurking around and then asking to suck my cock. He will place whatever he can dig out from his pants pockets and place it on the bench besides him and ask me to enter his cubicle. I did take up the offer once. stuff my cock into his mouth and stuffing the money into my pants pockets. I dun see it as anything bad... I enjoyed his blowjob and I get relieved and I get paid for it. Not a bad deal, if you ask me... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered meeting this guy who wanted to be my boyfriend. If I count him as my bf, then he will be my first. But I was totally inexperienced and innocent then and did not take his offer seriously. We met at Delta Sports Complex, I cannot remember how, but he brought me to his car and drove me to his place and he gave me a blow job. And then we exchanged numbers and we began to meet for sex regularly. But he was not really very exciting or cute or very my type... And he was not very actively dating me... And I was innocent then... So, after a while we kinda drifted... But while we were 'together', he will always stuff some money into my hands and my pockets when I alight from his car after a session with him... he would always say, 'nah, for your pocket money', then i thank him and alight from his car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird... :P How many bfs will give money like that?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, had you been paid money? Share with me lah... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8261474052860901817?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8261474052860901817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8261474052860901817&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8261474052860901817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8261474052860901817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/paid-sex-part-2.html' title='Paid Sex - Part 2'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4829690120192206049</id><published>2009-04-16T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:51:53.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>The Gym Bunny</title><content type='html'>Ya... I had been labeled 'Gym Bunny' by a few of my friends...  *Duh*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not fair... I only went for classes almost every day and I am labeled a gym bunny? :p I had not even started my weights training regime... Kekeke... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Took some pics of the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for pump class... A popular class at Novena, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV3-zZtHFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F_u2RDonbFw/s1600-h/07042009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV3-zZtHFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F_u2RDonbFw/s400/07042009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794055269096530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV3-qhnuWI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gQT3Q89V7ic/s1600-h/07042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV3-qhnuWI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gQT3Q89V7ic/s400/07042009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794052886378850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our favourite at Orchard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4YaixvEI/AAAAAAAAAlE/0wxtSpFo8i0/s1600-h/06042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4YaixvEI/AAAAAAAAAlE/0wxtSpFo8i0/s400/06042009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794495272860738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I am hitting Raffles on Sunday to try to catch a glimpse of my internet crush/idol, the machines to punish me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4zbSdzFI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_OKoekvnW3w/s1600-h/05042009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4zbSdzFI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_OKoekvnW3w/s400/05042009(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794959329348690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV5E6TZ0bI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BHu2CtjGpVU/s1600-h/05042009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV5E6TZ0bI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BHu2CtjGpVU/s400/05042009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324795259712557490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4zD9t6YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uw6BJQiq8hI/s1600-h/05042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4zD9t6YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uw6BJQiq8hI/s400/05042009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794953068308866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4zUesF1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/XOXiQ2VixBw/s1600-h/05042009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV4zUesF1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/XOXiQ2VixBw/s400/05042009(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794957501568850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been happy with the results so far... Think I will show the 'before and after' pics soon? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4829690120192206049?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4829690120192206049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4829690120192206049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4829690120192206049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4829690120192206049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/gym-bunny.html' title='The Gym Bunny'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV3-zZtHFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F_u2RDonbFw/s72-c/07042009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8906832233926797113</id><published>2009-04-15T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:52:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV06bRlpoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Q0KXE1T0Fl0/s1600-h/14042009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV06bRlpoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Q0KXE1T0Fl0/s400/14042009(010).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324790681538242178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend invited me to watch the musical Cats... It was great... Though we were sitting at Circle 3 seats and thus seeing kittens only but I am not complaining... Those tickets would have still cost me $95 anyway! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wanted to watch this musical so it was a good opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV1CP2EcfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/pc77R_lr_h8/s1600-h/14042009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV1CP2EcfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/pc77R_lr_h8/s400/14042009(011).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324790815908983282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though when the musical slows, there were times when I wanted to just close my eyes and sleep as I was really very tired (still am! Been very very tired this week and so also reducing my gym classes this week...), but I really did enjoy the show overall... Though I must say, it really is a show about nothing but a bunch of cats... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe the photo taking part... They did announce not to have flash photography but I was asked to stop taking photos when I tried to snap the stage at the intermission period... It was so *duh*... So after telling the lady that the announcer only said 'no flash photography' and not 'no photography', I promptly sat down and avoid creating a scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ONLY pic I took, in the end... No stage some more... Haiz... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV1mO7C_qI/AAAAAAAAAks/LKXcrZLcxFo/s1600-h/14042009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV1mO7C_qI/AAAAAAAAAks/LKXcrZLcxFo/s400/14042009(009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324791434136714914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meow*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8906832233926797113?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8906832233926797113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8906832233926797113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8906832233926797113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8906832233926797113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats.html' title='Cats!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SeV06bRlpoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Q0KXE1T0Fl0/s72-c/14042009(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4341631519750644608</id><published>2009-04-09T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:48:00.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>My pet squid</title><content type='html'>This is Buaya Squid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SdxznwXd05I/AAAAAAAAAkU/3CTI7SJvqrw/s1600-h/Buaya+Squid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SdxznwXd05I/AAAAAAAAAkU/3CTI7SJvqrw/s400/Buaya+Squid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322255986480501650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your own squid at &lt;a href="http://squid.tepapa.govt.nz/build-a-squid"&gt;http://squid.tepapa.govt.nz/build-a-squid&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4341631519750644608?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4341631519750644608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4341631519750644608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4341631519750644608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4341631519750644608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pet-squid.html' title='My pet squid'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SdxznwXd05I/AAAAAAAAAkU/3CTI7SJvqrw/s72-c/Buaya+Squid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8048213982076701661</id><published>2009-04-08T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:31:41.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Funeral - MCYS ad</title><content type='html'>Getting busy these days with work and gym classes... My tummy's almost all gone now... Need to work harder to get rid of the love handles and to tighten and tone up the thighs and butt... :p But the weight's plateauing out now, though... Hmm... Wondering if its becos the muscles are building at the same time the fats are burning off... I remembered this is also the weight I plateaued at when I was putting on weight... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this ad on TV and I just cry and cry... So I just wanna share it with you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially agrees when she said in the ad, its those snores that comfort you in the end, knowing that your partner is still well and alive beside you... When Boy had problems with his snoring, causing him to be cut off from breathing when he sleeps, I will constantly be worried about him, waiting at night to hear him snore, cos that how I will find out if he is still breathing... Now that he had an operation done, he does not suffer from apnia anymore though he still snores... :p But I had learnt to accept them and now, apparently, it is his turn to complain about me snoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Enjoy this moving short clip, titled, '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2XLZsiCBsA"&gt;Funeral&lt;/a&gt;', directed by the critically acclaimed and award winning film director, Yasmin Ahmad, and commissioned by Singapore's Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2XLZsiCBsA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2XLZsiCBsA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wish they can accept the fact that 2 homosexual people can also form a  family with bonds and love as strong as and sometimes stronger than a 'straight' family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8048213982076701661?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8048213982076701661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8048213982076701661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8048213982076701661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8048213982076701661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/funeral-mcys-ad.html' title='Funeral - MCYS ad'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4068232107286123577</id><published>2009-04-02T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:37:39.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Paid sex</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys... Had been busy these days with work and then my ambitious plans to lose 8-10kg (or at least 5 kg before my birthday... :p) and so had not been writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I returned home from the gym after attending the classes, had been too tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across this website, its in Cantonese and is written by a guy based in HK on his experiences with guys who sell 'services' to other men through agencies... And of course we know what kind of 'services' they sell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blog is &lt;a href="http://chinaplayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chinaplayer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Its quite interesting, though a little tough to read if you are not proficient or inclined to reading in Cantonese... :| One of the sites he mentioned about engaging the guys include this: &lt;a href="http://www.hkstudclub.com/Photo/ShowClass.asp?ClassID=3"&gt;http://www.hkstudclub.com/Photo/ShowClass.asp?ClassID=3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I read, I kinda think about the topic on paying for sex. Will I pay for sex? Or rather, had I paid for sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda did... When I first started out trying massages in massage parlors meant for men-for-men massages, the massages are not really good as the masseurs either skilled or interested in giving you a good massage. They are more inclined towards the ending when they will ask if you wanna pay for their special sevices... And I do admit, I did succumb to a few of such requests eventually and paid 'tips' for blowjobs and handjobs... Its quite ridiculous, now that I think about it... That I actually will pay for such 'services'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sometimes, in some spas, some moneyboys will be hunting for people who wanna pay for their sex... I think I had encountered a few who are not real moneyboys but will ask for some money after entering a room with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To such situations, I will just say 'Thank you, I dun pay for sex' and leave the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think that firstly, I can get sex anyway, free of charge... true, as I grow older and fatter, it is more difficult to get, but I still can manage to get my fixes... So, why should I pay? Then, secondly, paid sex is not fun... It became a commitment, an exchange, a trade... Sex is supposed to be spontaneous and fun and mutually consented between the involved parties... Thirdly, well... There's no thirdly... I just dun think I should pay for sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Will you pay for sex? Why would you pay for sex? Who would you pay for sex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4068232107286123577?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4068232107286123577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4068232107286123577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4068232107286123577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4068232107286123577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/paid-sex.html' title='Paid sex'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8326759168799040235</id><published>2009-03-28T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:20:27.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor foot...</title><content type='html'>Did a wrong step at aerobics class and though I felt a little pain, I did not think much about it... Thought its just normal and continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, however, my foot complained... Saw doctor and got painkillers and some cream to rub on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day later, the foot wanted to rest... The affected area became red and I can't walk much without feeling the pain and I almost cannot climb upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PGaTKNxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/D9IezQh0wzI/s1600-h/27032009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PGaTKNxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/D9IezQh0wzI/s400/27032009(012).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134444040271634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to see a Chinese physician and had some treatment done... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PfgFql9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/2dDOA29HG58/s1600-h/27032009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PfgFql9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/2dDOA29HG58/s400/27032009(009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134875091015634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PfshKx7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/SV8KzoDdYpU/s1600-h/27032009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PfshKx7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/SV8KzoDdYpU/s400/27032009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134878427596722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PfCi3VpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XIm-VGpPpCI/s1600-h/27032009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PfCi3VpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XIm-VGpPpCI/s400/27032009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134867160422034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now much better but I was warned not to exert stress to my foot for 1 week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no~ What am I to do without going class for 1 week?... Well, I hope I will be good enough to go for pump class on Monday... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8326759168799040235?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8326759168799040235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8326759168799040235&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8326759168799040235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8326759168799040235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-poor-foot.html' title='My poor foot...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/Sc3PGaTKNxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/D9IezQh0wzI/s72-c/27032009(012).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2442338893368666864</id><published>2009-03-25T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:55:36.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>Moshi moshi~ Wei wei~</title><content type='html'>Managed to find some time to write something... :p So better write this down before I get too busy and forgets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I was on the way to work and I heard over the radio someone informed the DJ that she was talking on the phone with her friend when her husband was fucking her during a love making session. The DJ then asked the audience whether they would pick up a phone call when they are busy making love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'What the FUCK!'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only at the topic being discussed over a national radio station's morning show, but also at the fact that this woman actually disgraced her husband by announcing to the whole Island that she can continue a tele-conversation with her friend while her husband is working hard on her lower body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also at the fact that the bitch is mocking her husband in public. The listeners responded quickly, mocking at the 'powers' and 'skills' of the husband... I wonder if they will ever stay married for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what had happened to modesty and respect to privacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I am already sharing with you all EVERYTHING sexual about me here... Heh... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Will you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Engage in a conversation with someone (besides the other person who is engaged to you physically) when you are having sex? If so, in what situation will that be? In what position will you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pick up a phone call when having sex? If so, what position will you be? And who's phonecall will you pick up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) SMS someone else as you have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can talk to someone while I am being blown... SMS also... And also did cam when someone was blowing me last time... But talking on the phone or carrying a conversation is too much for me... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with me your thoughts? Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2442338893368666864?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2442338893368666864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2442338893368666864&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2442338893368666864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2442338893368666864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/moshi-moshi-wei-wei.html' title='Moshi moshi~ Wei wei~'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8104972379892900423</id><published>2009-03-21T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:51:53.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Going on 70...</title><content type='html'>and hopefully less... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 weeks since I started going to gym for classes and controlling my diet... Its been showing some results... Started at 74 and now is under 72... I hope I can reach under 70 and hopefully 60+ by my birthday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to lose the tummy and loose areas, tone up and reach 62-65... Then I will start to bulk up back to 68-70 by doing weights... Need to get a trainer then le... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy at work and then going to gym after work... So, had not had the time to write... So sorry... Will try to be more productive... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8104972379892900423?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8104972379892900423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8104972379892900423&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8104972379892900423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8104972379892900423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-on-70.html' title='Going on 70...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2675476775840640479</id><published>2009-03-16T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:51:53.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Gym</title><content type='html'>Been attending classes at gym... It was quite fun... The first class can be described as a near-death experience, but today's second class feels quite good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention, it was being taught by a cutie being admired by many guys on this island and our neighbour... :p And oh ya... I ended up with his saliva all over my face and his sweat dripping on me... And my friend dun believe it when I told him... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ Now that I am back to gym, I am also back to be exposed to the shower and steam room areas... Things are still the same... But, just not for me... Guess I really need to reduce the tummy and love handles in order to have anyone paying any kind of attention on me at the showers and the steamroom... Now, it is just seeing other people cruise one another and have them shun me in disgust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... I had the gym people shun me in disgust at the showers... I was shocked and angry. But, I will prove to them that I can tone up and reduce the fats and stay slim or stock up and then I WILL shun them with disgust!... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah... vented finished liao... Sleeping le... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2675476775840640479?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2675476775840640479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2675476775840640479&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2675476775840640479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2675476775840640479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5413353291269975919</id><published>2009-03-16T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:19:10.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>What a weekend...</title><content type='html'>Well, din do much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for a whole day on the weekend... Got damn tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got rejected by everyone whom I was trying to get some 'relieve' :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the weekend was pretty nice too... I get to meet a new and an old friend! And both are from Kay-Ell some more... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I missed the opportunity to meet another friend from Kay-Ell... Supposed to meet him but I was delayed by heavy rain and had to go on for my next appointment, when I bumped into this old friend whom I had not met in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still kinda busy this week... hopefully, the next 2 weeks will be better, work-wise... Then I can catch up with my posts... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip I found from my friend's blog... Funny! Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTZ7aGF_BRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTZ7aGF_BRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTZ7aGF_BRE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTZ7aGF_BRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5413353291269975919?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5413353291269975919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5413353291269975919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5413353291269975919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5413353291269975919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-304396466029312878</id><published>2009-03-11T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:32:00.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buay tahan~</title><content type='html'>So tied up at work... So so so many things to do and it just keep adding up... Pissed off with some matters at work also... Some people just never read emails till the VERY last minute and then expect you to make changes for them when the deadline for the changes to be made is already over... *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... guess I am not the other one facing such problems at work... Dun wanna bother you guys lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun think I will have the time to write any of my drafted stories for the time being... Will try to produce at least one story once a week though... Hopefully can lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-304396466029312878?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/304396466029312878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=304396466029312878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/304396466029312878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/304396466029312878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/buay-tahan.html' title='Buay tahan~'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3360605852865310313</id><published>2009-03-08T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:59:00.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><title type='text'>Rimming</title><content type='html'>Erm... It is a strange topic to talk about on the day that the world celebrates women... Kekeke... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just wanna say... I love to be rimmed! It really is very stimulating... :p Maybe that is why I like to be shallow fucked when I had the opportunity last time... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for the uninitiated, rimming means playing the asshole with your tongue... i.e. licking an asshole (the hole, not the idiot :p). More properly, it is a popular term used for the act of analingus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, I dun really had met many people who actually likes to rim. And surprisingly, those who love to rim are usually bottoms are flexi-bottoms... I loved to be rimmed, as mentioned previously, but I dun really enjoy rimming others... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I had only rimmed 2 persons thus far. Considering the number of assholes I had plugged with my hard cock before and the number of cocks I had sucked, this is a surprisingly very very small number... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only thus far rimmed my Boy and then, only a few times as he is usually lazy to go shower before we made love... I will only rim him when he showered before we make out... Heh... I love to rim him, but I am not game for a dirty asshole... even from Boy... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second asshole I had rimmed belongs to a hunk whom I had met at 17 years ago, when I still had the figure to go 17... :p I am still surprised at myself for even thinking about rimming a stranger at a spa... But his asshole is very clean and his whole body so smooth and hunky... Well... I just went for it... Heh... But now, I dun really think I will wanna rim anyone else besides Boy... Think I will just keep this 'privileged service' to just for him... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I loved to be rimmed, I kinda wanna know the art of rimming. So I can understand what was happening. You know, all those porn stories tell of the very flexible tongue lapping at the asshole entrance and then slipping into the asshole and actually tongue-fucking the hole? I used to wonder who the fuck will wanna do that? That's the place where human wastes exit the body... But then I thought, heck, I put my mouth at the place where liquid human waste exits the body also... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went for my first rim, with Boy, I realised I really DUNNO how the above describe actions can be done! Hahaha... It is so difficult to actually be so close to the asshole without being obstructed by your nose or the legs or the butt etc... Hahaha... But, I loved it when the guy's tongue was lapping at my hole and so I wanted to do that to Boy too... But it really is difficult... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they called it an art... Not everyone can master it well, apparently... Kekeke... Ya, an excuse, I guess... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I mentioned, it is not easy to find people who wanna rim and I had encountered only 2 good ones thus far. Not everyone is as lucky as &lt;a href="http://sgboy01.blogspot.com/2009/02/dirty-sex.html"&gt;Sgboy who met the ultimare rimmer equipped with a rimming chair&lt;/a&gt;! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-buddies-part-1.html"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;, who after sucking me for some time, will move his tongue lower and lower the shaft and go for my balls and then to the skin of my inner thigh and then move on to my asshole... He will then alternate between my cock and my hole... It is always enjoyable to look for J because of this...  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met JT. JT was someone I had met a long time ago when Rairua was still around. But I dun think we ever did anything at all then. I met JT again at TMC and after acknowledging each other, I pulled him aside and asked him to blow me and he agreed and we went to a room. After blowing me for a while, he started to move down and started rimming me. I played along but I did not even think that this will mean he will be rimming me for a full hour! I was lying on my back and then flipped on all 4s but the rimming continued and went on and on... and on... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt very good indeed. In the end, I told him I need to go and made him blow me till I blow in his mouth. I certainly look forward to having my asshole cleaned again by his tongue... :p See if he can clean me for 2 hours this time... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah... Think I better stop. Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3360605852865310313?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3360605852865310313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3360605852865310313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3360605852865310313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3360605852865310313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/rimming.html' title='Rimming'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2002668848664618022</id><published>2009-03-06T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:27:00.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massage'/><title type='text'>Massage experience - Leslie from Tiong Bahru</title><content type='html'>Time for another massage report... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time is on this guy named Leslie. Leslie is a friendly local Chinese masseur in his mid-late 30s with a gym build bod operating his home based massage business at his flat about 5-10 minutes walk from Tiong Bahru MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massage used to be done on a mattress on the floor but recently, Leslie spent some good money getting a 'Sea Horse' brand mattress and a custom built bed frame and had the massage moved to be done on a bed. He told me he had tried using a real massage bed but it was not comfortable, so he changed the massage bed and opted for this hard mattress bed instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, at least he bothered to get the 'Sea Horse' brand hard mattress, which means you will not sink into the bed when he presses on you. If the mattress is too soft, it is actually detrimental to the massage experience and you will end up with more pains and aches then before the massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you entered his flat, you will be ushered to the air-conditioned room that the massage is carried out to change into your towel and then you will be ushered to the toilet for a shower. I would say Leslie's flat is quite uniquely decorated and though smallish, it is not cluttered and does appear pretty clean with no foul smells. To me, that is important for me to enjoy the massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie's massage style would be described as a fusion massage which in his website, is claimed to be a combination of Swedish and Sports massage techniques. I am not an expert at the styles and techniques of massages but I liked his massage. His gym built bod means he has to strength to give me a hard massage if I needed it but his strokes are not excessively hard to bruise me or make me uncomfortable. Overall, I am very happy with the massage experience with him. I especially liked the fact that he is very friendly, though initially, you might find him not as friendly-looking. He is also able to remember me even though I had not visited him regularly and my previous visit was about a year before the last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His massage is priced at $50/hr and he can be contacted at his website at &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/mens_inc/leslie.html"&gt;http://geocities.com/mens_inc/leslie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sms or call him at the number provided at his website or at the &lt;a href="http://www.blowingwind.org"&gt;Blowingwind forum&lt;/a&gt; for an appointment or further queries on his massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Please note that the list of home based masseurs can be found at the Blowing Wind forum and please respect their privacy and professionalism and do not expect anything kinky or sexual from them, unless they had advertised it themselves, or you 2 click and decided to have a go at it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the list of massage shops, perhaps you can try to search for them at Trevvy or Utopia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2002668848664618022?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2002668848664618022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2002668848664618022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2002668848664618022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2002668848664618022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/massage-experience-leslie-from-tiong.html' title='Massage experience - Leslie from Tiong Bahru'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6995064438937327315</id><published>2009-03-04T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:32:00.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>Oh... I was reading the blogs read by the people who read the blogs that I read (Confusing? Never mind lah... I was just free and blog surfing... :p) when I came across this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legolas80.blogspot.com/2009/02/stack-this.html"&gt;http://legolas80.blogspot.com/2009/02/stack-this.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just amazing... And you thought the citizens of this Island is kiasu... Hahaha... Now you know why we are kiasu... We share the same ancestors... And look who is MORE kiasu now... Scary... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6995064438937327315?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6995064438937327315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6995064438937327315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6995064438937327315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6995064438937327315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5174159796400180535</id><published>2009-03-03T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:52:00.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Shoot shoot shooting non stop...</title><content type='html'>I thought I want to share this with you guys... I had an interesting experience in a &lt;em&gt;fourgie&lt;/em&gt; (a new word I just learnt, meaning a 4-some sex) some years and I doubt I had found something that can quite match this experience... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, I was still depending on the IRC for 'hunting', I will often ask for group sex as I think group sex is more fun and one-on-one sex can be more easily found... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one fine day, I started the usual process of logging on to the IRC #GAM channel and asked if anyone has any lobang for group sex... After a while, some guy PM-ed me and asked me if I am interested in traveling to a new town in the north of the Island for a session. If he had asked me now, I will be too darn lazy to travel but given that I was young and more sex-driven than now, I agreed to travel and made my way to the address given to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, the guy who messaged me came down and picked me up and brought me to a flat upstairs. In the bedroom, I immediately saw 2 guys sitting up on the bed, both dressed in a leather SM harness each and otherwise, buck naked... One of them looked like he was in his early 20s while the other guys looks like he was in his early 40s. I have no idea whether they were a couple... or how they were related to the guy who brought me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who brought me up quickly asked me to strip and up the bed and while I stripped, he also stripped down and started playing with the younger guy, whom I was also more interested in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember whether I got the young guy and the middleman to suck me but I soon had a condom on my hard cock and the older man and the middleman started to encourage me to fuck the young guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fuck the younger one I did! :p And while I was doing the younger guy, the middle man started to play with the older guy... And after fucking the younger one for a while, I decided not to ignore the older gentleman and removed my cock from the young guy and put it in the old guy. The middleman took over and fuck the younger guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... normally, it would be a good idea (ok, ignore the part on the condom change... There was less talk on such many many years ago), allowing both bottoms to 'enjoy' my hard cock... However, I will be surprised... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment my cock entered his asshole, the older guy started to give a loud moan, contracted his tummy and shoots a stream of semen out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that first shot hit me right in my face somemore... I was a little shocked... And he had to apologise to me... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... the cum was rather watery and not very spermy smelling and so I wiped it off and continued to pump into him. What followed was even more surprising... This old guy was practically one shot per pump! Everytime I pump my cock into him, he let out a moan and give a contraction and pump out his watery cum... It was really weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do him for long... It was exhausting for me to see him shoot! Hahaha... I can only wonder how exhausted he will be after the session! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of him and went back to the younger guy and fucked him till I cum. After I cummed, I decided to leave and the middle man put on his clothes and see me to the door. I think he went back to the PC or laptop and started to look for another man... It then dawned on me that perhaps, some men had already came earlier to fuck the 2 of them and they are expecting more people to do later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an experience for me... An eye opening, you might say... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never saw or ever will see anyone like the older guy ever again... One pump, one shot... Cool! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5174159796400180535?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5174159796400180535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5174159796400180535&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5174159796400180535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5174159796400180535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoot-shoot-shooting-non-stop.html' title='Shoot shoot shooting non stop...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7281433898003152241</id><published>2009-03-02T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:04:00.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Blueberry</title><content type='html'>Watched it on facebook when someone posted the vid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is damn funny... And a little sad at the same time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it, definitely worth the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzOvwPzfuaw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzOvwPzfuaw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzOvwPzfuaw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzOvwPzfuaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my vaginal in your back door? Bwahahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randall Park is soOoOOOoooOoOOo~ cute~~~ kekekeke... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7281433898003152241?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7281433898003152241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7281433898003152241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7281433898003152241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7281433898003152241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/blueberry.html' title='Blueberry'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4389736932446862827</id><published>2009-02-27T07:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:59:39.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Orgies! The beginning...</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am kinda hooked on to orgies... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things quite sextisfying as having a few naked men together in a small room, hugging, touching, kissing, sucking, rimming, fucking one another and sweating the hell out to lubricate the mass of bodies entwined in heat... Imagine the heat and moans produced... Just indescribable... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are orgies to me? And how is my first orgy like that got me hooked? Hmm... I was in a conversation with a friend on msn and that got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 3somes and 4somes should not be counted as orgies... An orgy should be consisted of 5 or more people...  The more people the merrier, so you will not be 'fixed' to one person and then you will also have a lot more to choose from and swap around... And I dun think I want to count anything that happens in the gay spas also... After all, sometimes you can't even see these people in the darkness... And it was not pre-arranged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... With the criteria for the meaning of orgies settled... let me recount about my first orgy session... :p I would say, my real first orgy consists of 5 people, all of whom I had NEVER met before. It started with me in the #gam IRC channel many years back and I got naughty and asked in the main channel if anyone is organising an orgy session. Someone messaged me and asked for my stats and contact and soon, he got back to me and asked me to meet him at a MRT station near my place. He informed me he had gotten a friend to lend his place and he had found enough people for the orgy to take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the train station, it wasn't long before I got a call to approach a van and I got into the van. The driver was the organiser and he told me we will need to wait for 3 more other guys... Eventually, 2 more turned up and the 3rd chickened out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organiser started driving us to the location, which was not far away from the meeting place... It was kinda weird... After all, I am not really attracted by anyone in the van! But I will have to have sex with these guys later... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, very soon, we reached the place and the organiser brought us up to the flat. It really is like a tour guide bringing his tourists to an attraction... 'Come, gentlemen, this is our next attraction, please strip and fuck here at your delight'... Heh heh... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the owner opened the door, I think all of us (except the organiser) got a shock... Some how... The guy was actually a young NS boy, still in his army no.3 uniform and *gasp* his family is STILL in the flat!!! So... we all entered his bedroom walking past the whole family, his parents, his grandmother, his siblings... *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still cannot start the fun... It just can't happen... So, the room door was kept opened and we all sat in a circle and the boy tells the family we were colleagues, at his place to discuss about a company bbq party (!!)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence was very loud as we looked at one another and tried to talk but just can't find anything to talk about as we JUST knew one another... It did give me a good opportunity to look around the group, though... There were 5 of us, the organiser, a slightly rounded guy in his 30s, the owner of the place, a young slim cute boy, a tanned brawny guy who unfortunately, had bad teeth, a thin PRC guy who looked very frail and me... a student, freshly fallen out of love... How can we ever be working together with the young guy discussing about the bbq is really a mystery to me... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time awkwardly staring at one another and smiling silly at each other, the family finally decided it was time to go out... *phew* fun time can finally start... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after seeing his fammily out, the young boy shut the room door and he showed us the bed and asked us to start as he wants to watch. He informed us that he had indicated earlier to the organiser than all he wants to do is just to watch...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we started the ball rolling and started to remove our clothes and climb onto the bed. The tanned guy started to blow me while I had my hands all over his hard body. PRC guy was a little shy but he evetually started to play with me and tanned guy. As we played, the organiser was away to answer a phone call and when he came back, he asked why the young guy was not playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That caused us to insist the young boy join us and started to pull him towards the bed and then forcibly stripped him... :p Now, this happened so so many years ago... I might not be able to recall everything correctly or in details... but eventually, the organiser also got buck naked and started blowing young boy and then started to fuck him... That got us all really horny and I pushed my hard cock to his face and made him suck me while tanned guy and PRC guy made out nearby... As the organiser cummed, I fingered the young boy's moist hole and face fuck him till i cum on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot remember what happened after that or how tanned guy and PRC guy cum... :p And after that session, I dun remember going for another orgy session until I joined the &lt;a href="http://blowingwind.org"&gt;Blowing Wind forum&lt;/a&gt;... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I think I can reserve the other orgies I attended thereafter in other posts... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4389736932446862827?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4389736932446862827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4389736932446862827&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4389736932446862827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4389736932446862827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/orgies-beginning.html' title='Orgies! The beginning...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4472514815921975628</id><published>2009-02-26T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:44:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pot of gold awaits...</title><content type='html'>At the end of the rainbow, that is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SaXysEFlS-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/c9cIEn-l_VA/s1600-h/25022009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SaXysEFlS-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/c9cIEn-l_VA/s400/25022009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306914574751321058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gold or not (with the price of gold soaring these days, why not? :p), it is a delight to see this rainbow as I knock off for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a bad day at work... being scolded for no reason and the person knowing I had actually did the necessary and was not my fault did not even say ANYTHING to defend me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing this the moment I stepped out of the office is a delight... It put a smile on my face and kinda cooled me down and I try to forgive and forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, as the rainbow brings out the true colours (it is the tiny water droplets in the air that breaks up the sunlight to the 7 colours(the spectrum) it is made up of), the unfortunate (for me) event brought out the true colours of the people working around me... Nothing new, its just the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is time to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4472514815921975628?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4472514815921975628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4472514815921975628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4472514815921975628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4472514815921975628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/pot-of-gold-awaits.html' title='The pot of gold awaits...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SaXysEFlS-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/c9cIEn-l_VA/s72-c/25022009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1760774210584234622</id><published>2009-02-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:19:01.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massage'/><title type='text'>Massage experience - Massage at TMC</title><content type='html'>I think I might want to start my series on massages and masseurs with the newly introduced massage services in &lt;a href="http://www.tenmensclub.com/"&gt;Ten Mens Club (TMC)&lt;/a&gt;. Then I can also start a new series on gay spas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massage services at TMC cost $45 for 60 minutes and the price is excluding the entrance fee of the spa. If you are using the spa after the massage, the total price is $55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if there is only 1 masseur or there will be more for you to choose. You will have to call TMC at 63278870 and book with them to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I made my booking and entered the spa for the massage, the reception brought me to a masseur who was a fairly lean Chinese guy (from China) whose rather pleasant looking. However, with that first impression, I was having some doubts about his level of massage skills and was beginning to feel a tinge of regret making the appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go ahead and see how things go and went for the shower. I was brought to a room next to the smoking room for the massage. The room was nicely done up as a massage room, with dimming lights and soft music and a massage bed too. The masseur guided me to the bed and started his massage by asking me to inform him if I feel uncomfortable or pain during the process. I thought that was very professional of him and when he started his massage, I began to drop my negativity against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masseur did not speak much during the massage, which is a delight to me, but I was a little disturbed by the attempts of the spa patrons trying to open the door of the massage room, perhaps thinking it is the smoking room, which is right next door. Although right next to the smoking room, there was no hint of smoke from the smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked about the massage and the masseur was that the massage was done evenly, with equal attention on every part of the body. The masseur is also trying to feel if you are being uncomfortable during the massage. He also seems to try to keep contact with you as he moves around, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal thought... I like it when my masseur works up a sweat when he massages me. This masseur dripped sweat on me... I liked it as it means he is working hard... But some people might not like that at all... Perhaps he should be reminded to be careful about this if you belong to those who hate the masseur's sweat dripping on you in a massage... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, perhaps the masseur can improve on working on increasing the strength of his massage. It will be better if he is able to use more strength in his massage. Perhaps he is worried that he might end up hurting people, but I had to remind him to press harder... I gave up after some time. However, be rest assured that his massage is not the 'feather touch' type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can spend some time on the feet, that will be nice too... He will do some slight pressing of the sole, but if he can spend a tad more time on them or spend some time learning where exactly to press for better results, it will be better... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If course, since the massage is done at a gay spa, if he can be at least topless, it will be better visually... LOL! :P Butt hen again, if you are horny after the massage, there are plenty of guys around you can play with after that... :p Or... you can book the massage AFTER a hot session, to relax... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am happy with this massage experience and would like to give it a rating of 3.5 out of 5. It is quite worth the trip and the money but perhaps the masseur can improve a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/B: TMC is located at 205/207 New Bridge Road, 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Please note that the list of home based masseurs can be found at the &lt;a href="http://blowingwind.org"&gt;Blowing Wind forum&lt;/a&gt; and please respect their privacy and professionalism and do not expect anything kinky or sexual from them, unless they had advertised it themselves, or you 2 click and decided to have a go at it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the list of massage shops, perhaps you can try to search for them at Trevvy or Utopia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1760774210584234622?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1760774210584234622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1760774210584234622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1760774210584234622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1760774210584234622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/massage-experience-massage-at-tmc.html' title='Massage experience - Massage at TMC'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5476735788113721189</id><published>2009-02-23T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:53:34.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak preview...</title><content type='html'>Hey ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit down recently... A lot of things are happening and its quite depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore, a lot of stuff at work and people playing politics also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will try to continue posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the upcoming posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SaIdpE2LrbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IDvuLJEybWA/s1600-h/Upcoming+posts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SaIdpE2LrbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IDvuLJEybWA/s400/Upcoming+posts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305835902508707250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering when I will actually finish writing them... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5476735788113721189?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5476735788113721189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5476735788113721189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5476735788113721189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5476735788113721189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneak-preview.html' title='Sneak preview...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SaIdpE2LrbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IDvuLJEybWA/s72-c/Upcoming+posts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2314007954282219987</id><published>2009-02-20T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:07:00.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food review'/><title type='text'>Fancy eating as a warrior?</title><content type='html'>I was at Chinatown with some friends and while we were wandering around finding a place to have our dinner, we found this eatery along Mosque Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RNFPd7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/ODvtpfyYs0c/s1600-h/16022009(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RNFPd7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/ODvtpfyYs0c/s400/16022009(022).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304809648053778354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks very normal from the outside, though the few tables outside the eatery would have hinted to us what the interior looked like... Its just that we were too busy looking at the pictures of the food to decide between this eatery and the one next door... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose this one and got a pleasant surprise when we went in... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RG8UMsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Q8UG6GpCGBc/s1600-h/16022009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RG8UMsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Q8UG6GpCGBc/s400/16022009(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304809646405726914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ55Hup3TAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sCp5rHb7VXg/s1600-h/16022009(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ55Hup3TAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sCp5rHb7VXg/s400/16022009(021).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810584778689538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ55PCw7VnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8TMlCa0Eud4/s1600-h/16022009(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ55PCw7VnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8TMlCa0Eud4/s400/16022009(015).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810710436107890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat the table 'reserved' for E-Mei Sect (峨嵋派), a martial arts sect usually portrayed as only accepting female members... That was so ironical... gay men sitting under E-Mei's table... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RbtcHrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ka2mkc9RnRM/s1600-h/16022009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RbtcHrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ka2mkc9RnRM/s400/16022009(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304809651980476082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to us is Hua Shan Sect (华山)... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ56HxN_dEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/txo_b9C2Vm0/s1600-h/16022009(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ56HxN_dEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/txo_b9C2Vm0/s400/16022009(016).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304811684978717762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior of the eatery was made to look like an ancient martial arts era inn (江湖客栈). It actually looks quite cool... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitresses dressed like they were in those ancient times and they even had their menus made to look like a martial arts book... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54Ralac4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/wKblET6_5Yc/s1600-h/16022009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54Ralac4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/wKblET6_5Yc/s400/16022009(009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304809651678376834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes had funny names named after martial arts styles...  Sorry for the out-of-focused pics... But you should still be able to make out the words... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wV0-2sI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IB2lyruNY6k/s1600-h/16022009(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wV0-2sI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IB2lyruNY6k/s400/16022009(014).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304813481512327874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wPPpyjI/AAAAAAAAAio/r9bYWgV6kMg/s1600-h/16022009(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wPPpyjI/AAAAAAAAAio/r9bYWgV6kMg/s400/16022009(013).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304813479745145394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wIbjRcI/AAAAAAAAAig/UNhA4QmQ4Gw/s1600-h/16022009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wIbjRcI/AAAAAAAAAig/UNhA4QmQ4Gw/s400/16022009(012).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304813477916001730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wKN9O1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/EPlIrV3EK9w/s1600-h/16022009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ57wKN9O1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/EPlIrV3EK9w/s400/16022009(011).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304813478395853650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find the menu and the enviornment very appealing and we started ordering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were quite disappointed when the food came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ58YBGBFtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LW5tYGqrqRY/s1600-h/16022009(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ58YBGBFtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LW5tYGqrqRY/s400/16022009(020).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304814163141400274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ58YPkXStI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yM5EjPEzMHc/s1600-h/16022009(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ58YPkXStI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yM5EjPEzMHc/s400/16022009(019).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304814167026780882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food tasted bland and 'very vegetarian', with little, if any servings of meat... The best would be these, 大力肉圆, glutinous rice balls with meat and salted egg yolks inside which is 'supposed to increase our internal strength (内功) and thus we were only allowed to order 1 each...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ58YHTm66I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8VxzdBNNZsQ/s1600-h/16022009(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ58YHTm66I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8VxzdBNNZsQ/s400/16022009(017).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304814164809018274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why... It is the only thing that is good to eat... If they dun restrict, everyone will ONLY oder these balls... But then again, at $1 a ball, they are not cheap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a disappointing dinner, we left the place, amidst the ancient farewell recited by the waitresses, which sounded cute but we were not in the mood to enjoy after the meal, to look for a more satisfying after-meal... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at Mcs~ *bleh* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the place for yourself... Not for the food, well, you MIGHT like the food, who knows... But try the place for the atmosphere... I personally think it is kinda cool... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2314007954282219987?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2314007954282219987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2314007954282219987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2314007954282219987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2314007954282219987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/fancy-eating-as-warrior.html' title='Fancy eating as a warrior?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZ54RNFPd7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/ODvtpfyYs0c/s72-c/16022009(022).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5637642111027693513</id><published>2009-02-19T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:57:00.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massage'/><title type='text'>About massages...</title><content type='html'>I just love massages... I am really like addicted to or hooked on to massages... Really... Just for the touch on the skin and the build up of erotic feelings and most importantly, the release of tired muscles and tight knots and the immense relaxing feeling that comes with being touched by some other guy... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely is something I do when I feel frustrated and needs to be pampered... In fact, whenever I was released from reservist training, I will go for a scrub and a massage... to 'clean' myself and to relax~ :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when was my first massage? I think it was like 8 or more years ago... At this place called 'Numbers', which I think is no longer around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I was pretty nervous about trying out the massage and the place look so 'business' like... It was bright at the reception area and there are many rooms which you can see from the recept area... After registration, a youngish boy come and pick me up and bring me to a room... I dun even remember showering... All's a blur... The next thing I know, halfway thru the not-so-good massage, the boy asked if I want extra service and started informing me how much are the services...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I said 'No', he starts to lose interest and quickly finish the massage and I was told the massage was done and unceremoniously invited out of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the not so good experience, I still went back there a couple more times... Never had the extra services there, though... I just go for the massage kicks and some times to get myself all sensual and ready for a visit to Rairua, the now defunct spa that was just further down the road from Numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I can start a series on the massages services in Singapore and write on my experiences with some of the masseurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this from one of the many blogs I was reading which I wanna copy over and share with you guys... Shucks... I forgot which blog this was from liao... (*If you are the author of the blog and wants this acknowledged, please do let me know)... Anyway, the author was sharing with his list of ten-pointers of a good masseur: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The masseur arrives on time. Every time. Nothing irks me more than a masseur who doesn’t respect my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The masseur knows that you need to be calm and serene to enter into the mood of a massage. Incessant small talk is a definite no-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The masseur brought his own towels. One big one for the bed, a couple of smaller ones to cover you throughout the massage. You should not be feeling cold at any point of the massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The masseur uses actual massage oil. No… body lotion and baby oil are not for proper massage. Massage oil are usually fragant - lavender, jasmine etc. Smell it. You should feel calmed by the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The masseur always start by stretching you. I loved it when mine started by pressing on my shoulders and low back in turn, stretching the muscle, cracking my backbone… ahh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The masseur always know the right spot to touch. How would you know? Well, if you are a gymmer like me, your masseur will feel your tense muscle. You should be feeling pain and relief at the same time as he work away your stiffness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The masseur always take his time, and be methodical in the way he massages. You can tell by how he does your left body, and the right. The stroke, routine and strength should feel identical. If not, chances are he does not what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The masseur often response to your breathing and sounds. If he sense you are uncomfortable and in pain, he will stop momentarily and ask if you are okay. God forbid if you get one that work away ignoring your scream of pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The masseur work your body thoroughly. Mine start from the shoulder, back, lower back, legs, pelvic, then turn me around for face, neck, chest, stomach, legs again, and finally feet. If he spent more time then he should at one part, he should not shortchange you by skipping any parts of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Finally, a happy ending is not part of your massage! That goes without saying. Massage is not sex. If you want sex, go to the right places, like Geylang or Tanjong Pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find its quite true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I really prefer my masseur(s) to not chat with me. I am ok with the first few minutes. The chat might be able to relax me and to calm me down but after the cracking and stretching ends and the massage starts, I really just prefer the masseur to not talk and only ask me if I was uncomfortable. A good masseur will know whether I am being uncomfortable and whether the area he just massaged on needs extra work because it is tight etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that a good masseur will also almost always leaves one of his hands or his side in contact with your body at all times. This is to inform you of his location and informing you that you are not being ignored, but he probably needs to add more oil. It also serves as an indication of which part of your body he is going to work on next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good masseur will also warm the massage oil with his hands first before applying on your body and will never dribble the oil on you before he starts his work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I kinda dun agree fully on point #10... :p I agree that a happy ending is not a part of the massage... But I also believe that a body will feel extremely sensual after a massage... And if the circumstances are right, the masseur could help out... Not to purposely induce a happy ending... But you know... if someone is already standing at your door, open it for him lah... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is not right if the body is not responding and yet the masseur tries to give you a happy ending... That will be just plain old sex... But if things are happening, why not? Right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dun think it is right to pay for the extra services also... Its like paid sex... I admit I had paid some masseurs for extra services, once or twice... But after that I kinda feel stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I never think it is good sense for the masseur to ask for tips for the massage... It spoils the feel, mood and the atmosphere created by the massage... If you are a masseur and you feel that there's a need for your customer to tip you after the massage, extra services or not, I think you might want to tell it at the start... The guy can prepare for it and not be shocked and disappointed at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward a good massage this evening. Even though I had JUST had a massage this Sunday, I feel kinda tight around the neck, probably due to my sleeping position last night and I think this masseur I intend to go to should be able to able to loosen it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will start a series on the masseurs I had tried... To share my experience and to recommend the better ones... If you have a masseur or 2 that you would want to share with me, just leave a comment here, or msn or email me at ibuaya@gmail.com and I will try to pay him/them a visit and post on them if I have the extra money and time to spare... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5637642111027693513?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5637642111027693513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5637642111027693513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5637642111027693513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5637642111027693513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-massages.html' title='About massages...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7200290045061563059</id><published>2009-02-17T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:08:00.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>True Love...</title><content type='html'>真爱, 是一次又一次的爱上同一个他。。。 &lt;br /&gt;(True love, is to fall for the same person, again and again (and again...)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the above line from an ad some where, some time from the radio. I liked it immediately. How true it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this happening to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for your partner every day? Or will your love change as he change? If you are a slim chaser, will you love him still when he grows fat? If you like a younger man, will youn love him still when he gets older? If you like a muscular man, will you love him still when he got injured, can't gym and gets fat? If you are a chub chaser, will you love him still when he slims down because of health reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Maybe it is due to the Valentine's Day emotions spilling over, but no matter what time of the year it is, I really just wanna say the stuff below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a chub chaser... But the more time I spend with Boy, who is still slightly bigger than me, the more I like him and it grew to love and I began to accept his body shape and size. And now I began to appreciate and accept bigger sized guys. And the more I see Boy, the more I love him. And I dun mind at all if he will grow even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him whether he is wearing or not wearing, I love him when he made me angry, I love him when he is being unreasonable, I love him when he is acting cute, I love him when he tried to make me smile when he knew he had made me angry. I love him when he is asleep. I love him when he is singing. I love him when he is trying to sing. I love him when he chases after his idol. I love him when he tries to concentrate watching the movie. I love him when he peeps and laugh at me beginning to cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him again and again. Every day. Every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love? I dun know. But I know I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the best lover. I still need more sex than he want to provide. But I know how to separate sex and love. I will give up the extra sex if he can give me. But no matter what, I still love him. I will rather give up on the extra sex than give him up. I dun think I can bear to lose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7200290045061563059?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7200290045061563059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7200290045061563059&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7200290045061563059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7200290045061563059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html' title='True Love...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7150062306742513666</id><published>2009-02-14T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:01:00.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivities'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Hmm... The time of the year has arrived when we will see tons of straight couples throng the streets with flowers and teddies and chocolates in the arms of the gal (and sometimes the guy) and dimly lit restaurants overbooked by couples eating expensive 'exclusive' menus and throngs of couples queueing up for a room to 'rest' at all the Hotel 81s on the Island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am glad I get to see more and more gay couples dining on Valentine's Day but I really understand it is really difficult as almost every table around you will be occupied by a straight lovey dovey couple who will be wondering why you are dining with a guy and not a gal instead... *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we are not planning any special dinner this year... We have other plans... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the couples out there, I wish you Happy Valentine's Day and to those single and still finding, I wish you will find your Valentine soon... Dun need to hurry to find one, it will happen. Don't worry... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some couple pics, just to celebrate the occasion... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOH0jtwpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/v-ldWhE1f1k/s1600-h/2u71w61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOH0jtwpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/v-ldWhE1f1k/s400/2u71w61.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302159663828943506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOH-OdKaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/f9d92xKoLGg/s1600-h/2__fsf_4505_juaxss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOH-OdKaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/f9d92xKoLGg/s400/2__fsf_4505_juaxss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302159666424129954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOHwMgZGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Q-yyBKdAlhw/s1600-h/3000257634_1009f1dfc6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOHwMgZGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Q-yyBKdAlhw/s400/3000257634_1009f1dfc6_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302159662657856610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkH1RBuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/LxRJIsn8VQc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkH1RBuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/LxRJIsn8VQc/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302163448574052066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkJa-P4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/zorHrddbTx0/s1600-h/071706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkJa-P4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/zorHrddbTx0/s400/071706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302163449000640386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkJReWNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mKepZk6rZ7A/s1600-h/normal_11-16102-43576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkJReWNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mKepZk6rZ7A/s400/normal_11-16102-43576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302163448960800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkHlYxtI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-4gSFp9v9L4/s1600-h/mature05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURkHlYxtI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-4gSFp9v9L4/s400/mature05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302163448507451090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURjw4WoGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TgGm7-jzEPs/s1600-h/hn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZURjw4WoGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TgGm7-jzEPs/s400/hn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302163442412986466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOIOCwGPI/AAAAAAAAAgg/It7cy5KMBuw/s1600-h/CSP007.action.luke.gage.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOIOCwGPI/AAAAAAAAAgg/It7cy5KMBuw/s400/CSP007.action.luke.gage.05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302159670670006514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUSa3us-rI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yEsQqd1LC3g/s1600-h/bbb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUSa3us-rI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yEsQqd1LC3g/s400/bbb3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302164389144361650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7150062306742513666?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7150062306742513666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7150062306742513666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7150062306742513666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7150062306742513666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SZUOH0jtwpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/v-ldWhE1f1k/s72-c/2u71w61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5280190268896820488</id><published>2009-02-13T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:13:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A $2.68 blow job</title><content type='html'>:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... No, I didn't pay for the blow job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I mentioned that I had &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-with-couples.html"&gt;3some sex with a couple, A and his bf &lt;/a&gt;at a spa and there was a guy with them who started the fun before I turned up for the session? That guy, let's call him JF, and me kept in contact and he introduced his friend, EO, to me. Probably either to get me off his back for trying to arrange a private session between JF and me or to have a 3some session with EO... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and EO started chatting and we had been trying to arrange to meet up but due to our work location and timings, we just can't find a convenient time and place to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I seized an opportunity to go town and jio-ed him out for dinner. EO had to find an excuse to leave work earlier but he agreed to the date. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we met up and had a good chat over dinner. I always enjoy chatting with people. Once I can chat with you, it means I can click with you and almost anything thereafter is not a problem for me too... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, after dinner, we walked around and the topic of whether we click for sex pops up... And we decided to go for it. But where we were, it was really difficult to find a place for sex and we dun really want to get a hotel room. It was a little too late for a trip to the spa and his place is really too far for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of the &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-shot.html"&gt;place where I had an impromptu orgy&lt;/a&gt; suddenly and so I asked if he wanted to see if we can do something there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I drove us there. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the place, some guys were already watching one another and our presence caused them to scatter and leave, leaving a tummy-guy to stay back and see if he can get lucky... EO went to cubicle, thinking I will follow and I went to the urinal, just to make sure tummy-guy is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, tummy-guy is more than alright... He is interested in EO! He inched his way to the cubicle, eyeing me to make sure I am not an undercover cop and after he was sure it is safe, he pushed the cubicle door ajar and propped his head in and soon, his arms are reaching for EO... All the while, I was looking at him through the mirror reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine my horror when I see him making his way into the cubicle and then hearing the door locked... I stood outside, waiting for EO to open the door but it never happened and so I walked off and sms-ed EO congratulating his 'hunt success'. Having received no reply, I walked back and find tummy-guy walking out of the cubicle. I walked in and see Eo in a somewhat dazed state. He closed the door behind me and whispered that he din like tummy-guy and was not sure how to get rid of him and was waiting for me to 'rescue' him... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking, I realised that the door was closed but it was not locked... Being the exhibitionist that I am, I took this opportunity to tell EO to give me a blowjob and he grinned and quickly knelt down and unzipped my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he took out my cock and started working on it with his tongue and mouth before tummy guy started to inch the door open again... But alas, EO caught him and locked the door... :p Heh... With EO continuing licking my shaft and cock head and bobbing his head up and down my cock, I eventually blew my load on EO's face... like it was a porn scene... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we opened the door again, tummy guy was still around... Maybe he was jerking himself at the urinal imagining us doing it... :p We left the place soon... and EO said he kinda pitied tummy guy. He was there earlier than us and he's still with no one for him... And it was pretty late already... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, with that, EO went home and I drove out of the carpark. I almost forgot that I have to pay for the parking... :p The parking costs me, you guessed it, $2.68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5280190268896820488?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5280190268896820488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5280190268896820488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5280190268896820488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5280190268896820488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/268-blow-job.html' title='A $2.68 blow job'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6565016630382358155</id><published>2009-02-11T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:53:01.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Fancy painting your jewels?</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have a different look for your cock? Why not paint it a different colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this from a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="600" height="475" id="slideshow" align="middle"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashVars" value="swfURL=http://cdn08.xtube.com/e13&amp;wall_idx=111_18&amp;sid=0&amp;user_id=a24040454&amp;idx=6&amp;from=&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=vt9h0_G126_&amp;clip_id=90E9x_G126_&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/library.swf&amp;en_flash_final_add_xml=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/videowall/xml_new/gay/111_18.xml" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=1" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;embed FlashVars="swfURL=http://cdn08.xtube.com/e13&amp;wall_idx=111_18&amp;sid=0&amp;user_id=a24040454&amp;idx=6&amp;from=&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=vt9h0_G126_&amp;clip_id=90E9x_G126_&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/library.swf&amp;en_flash_final_add_xml=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/videowall/xml_new/gay/111_18.xml" src="http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=1" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="600" height="475" allowFullScreen="true" name="slideshow" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="600" height="475" id="slideshow" align="middle"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashVars" value="swfURL=http://cdn44.xtube.com/e13&amp;wall_idx=11_5&amp;sid=0&amp;user_id=a24040454&amp;idx=6&amp;from=&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=WXzLg_G325_&amp;clip_id=4ncDE_G325_&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/embed/library.swf&amp;en_flash_final_add_xml=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/videowall/xml_new/gay/11_5.xml" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=1" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;embed FlashVars="swfURL=http://cdn44.xtube.com/e13&amp;wall_idx=11_5&amp;sid=0&amp;user_id=a24040454&amp;idx=6&amp;from=&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=WXzLg_G325_&amp;clip_id=4ncDE_G325_&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/embed/library.swf&amp;en_flash_final_add_xml=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/videowall/xml_new/gay/11_5.xml" src="http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=1" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="600" height="475" allowFullScreen="true" name="slideshow" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case there are html errors, these are the links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xtube.com/play_re.php?v=vt9h0_G126_&amp;c=myv&amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.xtube.com/play_re.php?v=vt9h0_G126_&amp;c=myv&amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xtube.com/play_re.php?v=WXzLg_G325_&amp;c=myv&amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.xtube.com/play_re.php?v=WXzLg_G325_&amp;c=myv&amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just too *OMG* lor, for me... The guy even have painted his cock white and silver and gold... Even have a JO vid with his golden member... *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I admit I HAD tried writing on my cock before... A little kinky, seeing how it looks like when it is flacid... But painting the whole thing, including the head, is a little too weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to blow such a cock?? LOL!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much of the black is coming off when he jerks the cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="600" height="475" id="slideshow" align="middle"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashVars" value="swfURL=http://cdn33.xtube.com/e13&amp;wall_idx=111_7&amp;sid=0&amp;user_id=a24040454&amp;idx=6&amp;from=&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=gT31Y_G224_&amp;clip_id=rVPBA_G224_&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/library.swf&amp;en_flash_final_add_xml=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/videowall/xml_new/gay/111_7.xml" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=1" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;embed FlashVars="swfURL=http://cdn33.xtube.com/e13&amp;wall_idx=111_7&amp;sid=0&amp;user_id=a24040454&amp;idx=6&amp;from=&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=gT31Y_G224_&amp;clip_id=rVPBA_G224_&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/library.swf&amp;en_flash_final_add_xml=http://cdn01.xtube.com/e5/videowall/xml_new/gay/111_7.xml" src="http://cdn02.xtube.com/e5/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=1" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="600" height="475" allowFullScreen="true" name="slideshow" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xtube.com/play_re.php?v=gT31Y_G224_&amp;c=myv&amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.xtube.com/play_re.php?v=gT31Y_G224_&amp;c=myv&amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent WHITE cum shots, though... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6565016630382358155?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6565016630382358155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6565016630382358155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6565016630382358155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6565016630382358155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/fancy-painting-your-jewels.html' title='Fancy painting your jewels?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6331354303081321284</id><published>2009-02-10T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:49:01.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things about myself</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by a friend on Facebook and I thought I might as well write this here too... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I am this IT dinosaur who is still trying to figure out how to write this on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=717865885"&gt;my Facebook account&lt;/a&gt;! Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First... Da rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged, in addition to the person(s) who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the 25 random things about Buaya you might or might not had known and you might or might not had wanted to know... :p In random order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I had 3 failed relationships before I met Boy. The first was 8 years older than me. He's the guy I loved the most, I guess... I still miss him a lot. We were together for almost 2 years. The second was 2 years younger than me, perhaps the most intellectual of all my ex-es. We were together for almost 3.5 years. The third was for a very short period only. He also has the shortest penis of the 3 but I enjoyed sex with him the most. :p We were together for only, *gasp* 3 months but I really put my heart in it. Boy is my 4th and hopefully my last. We are starting our 6th year liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I am always trying to be a flex. In fact, I almost always fantasize about getting fucked... But I just dun enjoy being fucked at all... So far, I had only had complte and utter success at being fucked by 2 guys... Both possess small but wonderfully powerful dicks which made me hard and then cum while they fucked me. The other so called success happened when I took control and sat on the cocks after they had tortured me and I got fed up. I got hard only when I sat on them and managed to jerk and cum a couple of times. Anyway, I need HUGE amounts of cum for such and it was not really satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... wait... Think I recalled W penetrating me and fucking me with me being high and hard and cum... But I was so high then (NO, i was NOT on drugs, it was just a natural high), I can't really recall clearly what exactly happened then... just that I enjoyed him fucking me also... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to be a flex. It is less pressurizing than being a top, it is more fun, I can have more sex with more people and I can turn more bottom when I got older... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I had crushes on girls and indeed I even had a girlfriend once. My first crush on a girl was in primary school on a fellow classmate. But it was really just a forgettable feeling. My first serious crush on a girl was in secondary school. My face will go red when I saw her. All my friends and her friends knew about it and was always teasing us about it. She also knew and I even get to send her back home a few times... Hey, we are more silly and conservative then... :p But she told me one day that she would wanna concentrate on her studies first, which is a hint on me not to 'tackle' her and we sort of drifted... I went on to my JC and her, poly and we kept in contact with letters (yes, real snail mailed letters)... I even called her in my BMT days, when we each are only allowed a few precious minutes to use the pay phone... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing happened... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself a girlfriend in college! :p This girl likes me and I kinda think she is nice and my classmates made us go together and we got together for a few months. But then I realise that I don't really liked her and it is unfair for her and so I broker up with her. She was really upset... Gosh... Now I feel guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few more crushes with girls thereafter, even up till recently... And I even had desires to squeeze myself a few breasts.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a bi... kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I am really horny... always... Hahaha! As if you guys don't know about this by now. Kekeke... There is almost never a day gone by without me man handling my cock in one way or another... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have nothing better to do, my hands will naturally wonder down south and I will start grabbing and touching my cock... When I am outside with nothing to do, I will think about where I can go cruise, where I can go find cock etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my tastes in men had also widened so much, almost anyone would be 'do-able'... Thus hopefully increasing my chances of having sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be addicted to sex! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I have a secret wish, which is to be a rich taitai who dun have to do any work but play mahjong and do shopping and have sex the whole time and have a rich man to support me. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish only lah... Wait long long lah... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I like to sing but then I will only sings songs by female singers... Think its a problem with my range... I find almost all songs by male singers just too difficult to sing... However, when it comes to oldies... Its different... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)I am terribly lazy. Its true. I am truly like a crocodile. Given a choice, I will really prefer just sitting there and doing nothing... I sometimes even get too lazy to hunt for sex... And sometimes, if the bottom is not as interesting, I can get too lazy to do the fucking, but encourage the bottom to sit on my cock and ride it instead... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)I can almost be listed as some sort of an attention-seeker-wannabe. Some how. Not the desperate kind like stealing or doing something stupid to make people notice you... But I enjoy it a lot if people notice me in a crowd and actually spends time talking to me... And if no one bothers about me, I can get pretty upsetting... I think this is a self-confidence issue... I think I do lack self confidence... And having people noticing me boost my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)I had always wanted to be an 'ah beng' (local slang for hooligan)... :p I think it is because of the fact that I grew up in a beng neighbourhood, I am almost always surrounded by bengs, young and old. I like to walk with an 'air' and talk with no manners... :p In fact, boy sometimes complain that I behave and talk like an ah beng sometimes, when he was not complaining about me behaving like an auntie! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I believe in having so called 'friends with benefits' or what I called the extended version of fuck buddies. :p I believe that it is ok to have sex with friends. In fact, I think it is more fun and more intimate to have sex with friends. Maybe it is because I like to know the people I am having sex with, to engage in small talks etc... Better not say too much, later people will start guessing who had sex with me whenever I was at the dinners and gatherings... Hahaha... Later no one will turn up for dinners when I turn up or worse, no want wants to be known as my friend! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)I am a non-smoker and really hate the cigarette smoke. But I almost learnt to smoke during my NS days. I was surrounded by smokers and being a beng-wannabe, I wanted to smoke too... But a fellow NS colleague stopped me and said that if he had a choice, he would not have started to smoke at all. That sort of snapped me out of wanting to be a smoker... Hey, afterall, smoking man-cigars are better, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)I believe in the power of Cialis. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)I snack a lot... And I snack more when under stress... And I had started gaining weight once I started working, from 60kg slowing gaining to 63kg and then to 65 when I first started this current job. Now I am 74kg... *Gasp* And I am still snacking... I had tried to reduce and Boy is trying to stop me from buying snacks when we shop together. But it is hard... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)I often label myself as an IT dinosaur. I really am bad at almost all things IT. I cannot download but the simplest stuff from the Internet. I dun even know what a RAM is and what is the speed of my computer, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)I cry a lot... Given the opportunity, I will wanna watch a sad movie and cry my heart out. I cry easily at the movies and Boy will purposely turn his head to see me cry when he thinks the scene will induce me to cry. He will then make fun of me for the rest of the night... :p But I always feel better after crying out... Anyway, I think it is good to cry... :p Moisturizes the eyes... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)I actually lead a triple lif. One is my social life, which is a straight guy. One is my normal gay life, which is with Boy. One is my relaxed and wild gay life, which is Buaya. When I was younger, I was also leading some sort like a double life... I will name myself 'Jeff' when I met gay guys and some of these people still know me now as 'Jeff'... :p Its kinda funny when I hear the guy calling for 'Jeff' to 'fuck him harder' when I was the one doing the fucking... Hahaha... But I got used to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)As I grow older, I began to understand why the old men always like to look for sweet young things as sex partners. It was supposed to give them vitality and make them feel young. Well... vitality it might not give me, but nowadays, I had developed a longing for the feel of young men. Not boys... But young men, 18-25... when their skin still feel bouncy and smooth and their cocks rock hard and ready any time and their innocence and naiveness is natural, sexy and desirable... But well, as life has it, as I age, I grow fat and now no young men will want me... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)I am scared of most flying insects. Some how, insects look eerie and disgusting... Especially flying cockroaches... In fact, I am scared of cockroaches even if they dun fly... When I was young, it was a different story. I will even hunt cockroaches and stamp to to their deaths... But somehow, I am so afraid of them now I will freeze when I saw one a few feet away and run when it started moving... Boy is beginning to get frustrated at this also... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Despite my laziness, I actually love to run and perspire. A lot. I like running and jogging and will even arrange to jog around my Uni when I was a student with classmates at least once a week. Once I get the initial unwillingness out of my mind and started perspiring, it makes me feel good. But loose ankles and a bad knee means I cannot really run or jog anymore. I tried swimming to replace running as an exercise but although I like swimming too, being almost naked with other almost-naked people and having to shower in a public shower room means I look forward to swimming more for the potential sex sessions thereafter... And I began to not actively swim but just to enjoy the sun and water and the men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)I almost never watch English shows on TV. I just dun have the habit. I do watch English movies... But I rather watch them in the cinemas... Maybe it is because my parents dun really understand English and thus from young we never watched English shows on the TV. As such, it just becomes a habit... However, with SCV, things started to change! Now, I just dun watch English shows on Channel 5... Hahaha... :P But I relish the documentaries and the cooking shows and the cartoons... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)I am still pretty much in the closet when it comes to my sexual orientation. I would love to come out and declare my love and affection for Boy... But I dun think it will ever work out... I came out once... to a long-lost friend whom I thought was a lesbian... She was a secondary school friend and we were rather close. She was very tom-boy and butch and thus I always thought of her as a lesbian. After graduating from secondary school, we lost contact and I bumped into her again in the MRT train 2 years ago. I thought she was a lesbian and so I told her I am gay. She was shocked and told me she is straight and I bid goodbye embarrassed. She called me some days later, telling me she had a crush on a colleague and am not sure whether he is gay or not and asked me how a gay man is supposed to behave! I was a little angry as I think she is being stereotypical and making use of me... I was quite upset and decided against all forms of coming out now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)I had had clinical depression. I mentioned it in my blog earlier. But I kinda had been walking out of it and making sure that I do not get myself into the depression again. Now thinking back, as the SAF is being identified as one of the triggers of my depression, it must have started during my BMT when I was lonely and worried and I called the medical center, thinking I can get a counselor (hey, it said so on the posters in camp) but instead, I ended up being threatened from a medic over the phone. He threatened to report me to my officers and commanded me to go tell my platoon sergeant what happened immediately. I was young and naive then and scared. I din even realise that it is impossible that the stupid fellow will know who I am etc... I went to my platoon sergeant and confessed. *duh* But he is a nice guy who calmed me down, helped me smartened my smart 4 and walked me out of the office, telling me it is alright and nothing will happen. Damn the stupid medic... I hope he has a terrible life thereafter... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)I am a sucker for soft toys... I have about 200+ soft toys and almost all of them used to reside on my bed... Only recently had I 'banished' most of them to 2 'China Prada' bags and left less than 100 on my bed and the headboard... Almost all of them teddy bears. Now I tend to buy just teddies and *almost* nothing else... I am thinking of cataloging them and taking pics and naming all of them in the process... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)I had taken some nude pics of myself and I want to do more... But I wonder if it is really nice to have the pics taken with my current state of body shape... :p But one thing I found out... It is really difficult to stay focused and hard when posing nude for pictures... :p Maybe a fluffer will really help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Lastly, the most embarrassing thing in my life happened in my lower secondary days. It will forever remain as the MOST embarrassing thing ever with nothing ever will be able to replace it... I had swear that I will NEVER EVER tell that to anyone. And so far, only those involved and no one else, knew. I will kill anyone who found out about it... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Done! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6331354303081321284?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6331354303081321284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6331354303081321284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6331354303081321284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6331354303081321284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-myself.html' title='25 random things about myself'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6835627868434650734</id><published>2009-02-09T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:14:17.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>NS - The final final installment</title><content type='html'>Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with February, I am now officially no longer be liable to be re-called back for active army training le... :p MR liao!... Yay... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this is quite certainly the last ever installment of the NS series... Where I will talk about what happened in my last reservist in camp... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long were the days when I was caught to to go through an initiation with me being stripped naked, tied up, smeared with kiwi and have a string tied to my cock in an attempt to jerk me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I DID heard of a real case where the men DID get some guy hard when they tied him up and a guy volunteered to jerk him till he cummed with a meal (plastic) bag over his hand... LOL! It must be quite a sight and something unforgettable for the guy who was jerked off and the guy who masturbated him! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda looking forward to this in camp as somehow, I had gotten a little comfortable with the people in the unit, even though they still dun treat me as close as with amongst themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are at least friendlier than those in an earlier unit I was attached to... Hey, some of these guys even had stripped to their underwear and wearing their SBO walking around the camp's parade square in the middle of the night after a drinking session! :p One officer even stripped naked in the middle of the parade square in his drunken stage! Kekeke... Ok, maybe this does not really highlight their friendliness... But you get my point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also get to see some familiar and cute faces, like the cute medic I mentioned earlier who spent a night with me in a training shed on the Southern Islands during one of the exercises with the previous unit. I managed to see his butt when he was changing out of his pants then... :p I wish I have the courage to sms him and ask if he is straight or gay... Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there are some cuties in this unit itself also lah... I had been noticing 2 guys from my company for a few years... It feels almost like a crush... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is a rifle man, wears glasses and looks very studious and serious. He always have this serious look on his face and I seldom see him mixing around with the other men... He will always be wearing this light blue satin-clothed shorts in the bunk and I certainly did feel his shorts when he was out field (I don't have to go out field). Kekeke... I dun remember smelling them, though... So, I am NOT so err... kinky... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he noticed that I was always looking at him... Whenever he walked past my bed when he was on his way to the toilet, he will surely look my way... Just that I dun have the guts to follow and pretend to pee next to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I did manage to see him once, at the urinal... When I was really peeing and he was there also... So, I managed to take in a quick glance at his fat cock head, which I think is cut... :p But he quickly finished up and moved away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think he thinks I am gay and after him and is afraid of me... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy is a section commander who has this always-pain-in-his-ass look... Which, by right, should have made him not cute... but somehow, I find him pretty attractive... And to make things worse, he has a nice bod... Like a dragon boater... And I think he IS a dragon boater... He was sun burnt ala singlet/life jacket style when he was in camp last year... But he was really cold towards me and I seldom have an opportunity to go talk to him... Which somehow made me really wonder if he is really gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this feeling gay men tend to be slightly aggressive or cold towards potential gay men or men they liked in the public... Anyway, what caught my attention was not his attitude or his hot bod, a little lah, but not really... but it was his underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, his underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... He wore jockstraps in camp. And he washes and suns them like as if everyone wears them in the bunk. For all to see... Which is fine... Except that the jockstrap is just like a crotch pouch... And although sportsmen wear them, it became an erotic item that gay men would associate with... Especially the bottoms, as the jockstrap exposes the anus for all to see (and feel, poke etc.). You get the point... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Uhh... Dunno lah... So what if he is gay... As if I get to do anything with him... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other cute guys lah... 1 even got so cute, it is impossible that he is straight... But he is and he just had a new baby... And to make my imagination work harder, he actually works as a pet groomer... How straight can that be! :p But he is straight, alright... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got one gym bod guy whose always seem to be touching his fellow men and one cute stocky one who walked like he's sashaying around... Both like to bear their tops in the bunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, but... they are straight... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... There's this ah beng guy whom I always thought is straight who turned out to be *gasp* gay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into him once at TMC during one of their skin nites... I pretended not seeing him and quickly went into the dark maze, hoping he had not seen me... But alas, he had seen me... And so, during the last few days of the in camp, he sat on my bed one night and talked to me... He told me he is a chaser and he likes me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... It means I am big enough for chasers to like me... He even told me that he saw another section commander, whom I had suspected was gay (actually, I also heard other guys talking amongst themselves that he should be gay when he was not around, tsk tsk tsk... straight men can also gossip eh...), in one of the gay spas some time back and that guy had to run off and disappeared... He asked for my number and started sms-ing me to meet him in the showers when everyone else is sleeping so he can blow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was really scared and did not agree to it but curiosity get the better of me and I agreed to a blowjob. And so, in the middle of the night, in one of the toilet cubicles in the company sleeping quarters, he blew me while I try to enjoy videos of Japanese chubs being fucked on his handphone... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was a little scary... As after he left the toilet and I was washing at the basin, some guy walked in and went to the cubicles that was around where we were earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the experience did make me horny somehow... The kinky thought of sex in camp really kicks in after the initial shock wears off... And so we arrange for another session... This time, in the showers! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked a time when everyone else would have finished showering and I chose a shower cubicle that was a little isolated and while I undress and got wet, he walked in the next cubicle and stripped too. Soon, his hands were feeling my legs and I got hard and I squatted to have him help himself to my cock. Then I sat down, pushed my cock over and have him suck and jerk me he lied on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for some time before he poked his head over and started to blow me. In order to hasten the process cos we were really in the showers for a tad too long, I took over my cock and jerked off till I cum on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then slid back to his cubicle, sat down, slid his lower body over and jerked his hard cock off till he shoots in my cubicle... I have to wash off his cum and make sure all of it went down the chute and not left somewhere where the next user might think it is my cum! :p And all this went on while there are still some guys showering around us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fantasy of sex in camp is fulfilled, I told him we should stop all activities as they are really risky. Actually, I am not really into him... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to get me to meet him outside and go to TMC with him when we have nights off... but... nah... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I might be calling him... Just for another round... Maybe can think of some kinky place... Hahaha... Suggestions? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6835627868434650734?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6835627868434650734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6835627868434650734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6835627868434650734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6835627868434650734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/ns-final-final-installment.html' title='NS - The final final installment'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2461219227159046089</id><published>2009-02-03T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:26:41.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>My bf is a Sailor Moon?? WTF...</title><content type='html'>Watched the youtube clip some time back on a friend's blog and found it so so so funny... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQ5ziNOtoMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQ5ziNOtoMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQ5ziNOtoMU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQ5ziNOtoMU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~ :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2461219227159046089?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2461219227159046089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2461219227159046089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2461219227159046089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2461219227159046089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bf-is-sailor-moon-wtf.html' title='My bf is a Sailor Moon?? WTF...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8049097298895258849</id><published>2009-02-01T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:19:23.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 'birthday' to all...</title><content type='html'>Heh... Its the 7th day of the Lunar New Year, which is known as 人日, or the day of the Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, it is the day when we will 'lo hei' with yusheng (literally meaning raw fish) (捞起 with 鱼生)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I had 鱼生 too for tonight... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SYXDz_lpFhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rtCgfhdYJBI/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SYXDz_lpFhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rtCgfhdYJBI/s400/DSC04654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297855834681316882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you too, had great yusheng for tonight... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, I probably had ate more raw salmon that all of last year added together... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to rush 2 writeups and then get busy with work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can post something interesting (*hint hint) soon... :p Maybe once a week, hopefully... Kekeke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8049097298895258849?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8049097298895258849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8049097298895258849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8049097298895258849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8049097298895258849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-all.html' title='Happy &apos;birthday&apos; to all...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SYXDz_lpFhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rtCgfhdYJBI/s72-c/DSC04654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3031332262486264170</id><published>2009-01-29T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:11:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Niu Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy Niu Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SYEeNcQubmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrkoUokE2Wc/s1600-h/16012009(041).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SYEeNcQubmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrkoUokE2Wc/s400/16012009(041).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296547853037891170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks had been extremely busy for me! So, apologies that I had not been updating anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is my first day of work, after resting for the first 3 days of CNY. The coming weeks will be relatively less busy but still work-packed for me... Thus, it is likely that I will reduce posting le... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nevertheless, I will try to keep my posting rate constant... And hot... kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's wishing all those who still read my blog, a Happy Lunar new Year! May all of you stay happy and joyful! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3031332262486264170?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3031332262486264170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3031332262486264170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3031332262486264170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3031332262486264170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niu-year.html' title='Happy Niu Year!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SYEeNcQubmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrkoUokE2Wc/s72-c/16012009(041).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-4700985879958417247</id><published>2009-01-02T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:45:16.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Island!</title><content type='html'>*Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed some sleep siah... Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din get to sleep well during my holidays one... :p First night cannot sleep cos new environment, then boy will start snoring cos he gets too tired from the walking and then i start to snore cos too tired from not sleeping well and walking and then boy snores more cos i keep him awake with my snoring... LOL! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, getting busy with work and getting ready for the Chinese New Year! A lot of bills to pay and a lot more stuff to buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post stories later... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I will re-activate the shout box now... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-4700985879958417247?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4700985879958417247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=4700985879958417247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4700985879958417247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/4700985879958417247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-island.html' title='Back to the Island!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6049267356980316384</id><published>2008-12-23T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:33:00.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho ho... Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Singing: 'Stack my Hall with lots of money, la la la la la, la la la la...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going away for a holiday... Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, I started coughing suddenly... I hope all will be better than I boarded the plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away for Christmas and be back on the New Year's Eve, almost to New Year's Day, missing out all the countdown celebrations... But I guess that it all doesn't really matter as long as I enjoyed my holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I am temporarily discontinuing the shout box... Seems some boh liao guy is stalking my blog and posting unfriendly messages on the shout box... Since I am going away, I thought I might as well discontinue the shout box for the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Time to go pack my luggage... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hunky Santa or chubby Santa or beary Santa to show... Sorry, guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I certainly wish I can become like this guy after my holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So refreshing, so happy, so innocent and so sexy at the same time... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SU82Y_XCwXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wqYN_NRqUbg/s1600-h/148d1a0e2ceb98%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SU82Y_XCwXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wqYN_NRqUbg/s400/148d1a0e2ceb98%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282500690881724786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stack my Hall with lots of money, la la la la la, la la la la...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6049267356980316384?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6049267356980316384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6049267356980316384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6049267356980316384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6049267356980316384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho-have-merry-christmas-and-happy.html' title='Ho ho ho... Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SU82Y_XCwXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wqYN_NRqUbg/s72-c/148d1a0e2ceb98%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-2944591831315705591</id><published>2008-12-18T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:20:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week had past...</title><content type='html'>And it was a very busy week... I feel so so so tired out now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my boss says I should not had chosen to go for my holiday next week... In his opinion, there might still be things that might pop up that needs my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I carried on, I think I might either go crazy or fall sick... almost 6 months of preparation just for the past 7 days and he still think I chose a wrong time to go for a holiday after it was done... After I returned, it will be another round of preparation for another bigger event in less than 6 month's time... So, when is THE good time for a holiday???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so so looking forward to the holiday next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps I can start pumping stories and reviews again... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can post movie reviews of the movies I caught the past 2 weeks before I fly off... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... the next few days will be slightly less busy but as I have to clear things before I fly off next week, I might not have the time to post... :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-2944591831315705591?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2944591831315705591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=2944591831315705591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2944591831315705591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/2944591831315705591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-week-had-past.html' title='Another week had past...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6250702461909909008</id><published>2008-12-09T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:39:18.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update?</title><content type='html'>Oopsie... Sorry, had not had any updates for more than 1 week liao... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy at work and then over the long weekend, been bored. Absolutely bored. Overspent before the weekend and thus cannot really go out and spend money... No one to go out with me also and I stayed at home most of the long weekend... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to pay a visit to my cute cute foot reflextologist. Bad idea. Cos all I can think of is to see him naked and rubbing himself all over me... LOL! But I did get to see his nipples, finally... :p His shirt opening's a little too low and I can see what's under when he stood up... Hahaha... I am really desperate... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go ask if he wanna do something with me... :p But I am too chicken to ask. After all, it is a straight place and the place was never private enough for me to ask questions... And what if I did and he tell the whole world? Or beat me up? Or never want to take my appointment again? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my feet really hurt for this whole week. My heal area feel a little sore and raw and it really hurts when walking barefoot... So, that gives me more reason to pop down and see him. Now you know why I overspent, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, fantasizing about him is about the only excitement I had over the past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOoooooooooo deprived... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6250702461909909008?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6250702461909909008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6250702461909909008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6250702461909909008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6250702461909909008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1414618181210907808</id><published>2008-11-26T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:08:00.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>3somes, 4somes and orgies...</title><content type='html'>How many of you like and enjoy sex beyond just the 2 of you? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy group sex, be it orgies, 4somes and 3somes, sometimes even more than 1-on-1 sex... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think it is kinda addictive... :p But it had been some time I had such group sex activities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until quite recently, that is... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in the previous post, I had some activities with 2 couples... But I also wanna have group fun with non-coupled guys... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, the best 3some or group fun was 'accidental'... :p So, one fine day, I arranged to meet a friend, JC, whom I had not had fun with for some time to meet up for some oral fun and he suggested that maybe I can get someone else to join in the session, for a 3some... Since I had not had been having 3somes for some time, cos the &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-with-couples.html"&gt;last 3some was with the couple A and his bf&lt;/a&gt;),I started messaging frantically for a few people I know who would like to try 3some... And after some sms-es flying around, &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-buddies-part-6.html"&gt;L&lt;/a&gt; agreed to meet me and JC. *phew* :p Since I had not met L for some time le and L has always has a very yummy bod, I was quite glad he can join...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As L had an appointment before the session, he was late and me and JC started the session first... We were kissing and 69-ing and chit-chatting and watching tv while waiting for L to appear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were working hard and enjoying ourselves when the doorbell rang... I opened the door naked and with my erection and of course L was a little taken aback... Kekeke... I let him have my towel and jumped into the bed to continue with JC. JC was, of course, eyeing L as he started stripping for the shower... JC was sufficiently impressed when L emerged naked and clean for the event... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a full hour of sucking cocks, kissing and asshole fingering... L really had a good time, slurping up our 2 cocks... I cummed first and showered as I cummed on myself... When I came out of the shower, I saw JC had hugged L and the 2 of them were kissing passionately. What I liked was seeing JC's hard cock standing up against L's smooth butt as they cuddled and kissed... It was a sight to behold... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of them cummed soon, ending the whole session with me and JC licking L's nipples as he cummed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I had actually wanted to write about my first 3some and my first 4some and orgy experiences... But since my first 3some was with my first ex... I think I will reserve those stories to be used when I finally wanna do my writeups on my relationships... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda strange, right?... First group sex experience is with my first ex... Well, I was just friends with him then... And the 2 of us were pretty naughty friends... Kekeke... Actually, those were my happiest days... My 2nd and hottest 3some sex was also with him... :p I will not wanna do anything more than 1-on-1 with my partners... So, we stopped group sex after we officially got attached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I try to get 3some fun at the spas too... Guess what I really want is to have the day when I can finally be trained as a flex so I can fuck and be fucked at the same time or sucked and fucked at the same time or be skewered (cock in front and at the back)... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course other sexual experiences with groups... 4somes and orgies... Think I will keep them for later use... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1414618181210907808?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1414618181210907808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1414618181210907808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1414618181210907808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1414618181210907808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/3somes-4somes-and-orgies.html' title='3somes, 4somes and orgies...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8349083162563888862</id><published>2008-11-25T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:38:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template?</title><content type='html'>Well, I thought I need a new template/background for the blog... It had been like this for some time liao (think from the beginning?) and I kinda feel there is a need to change... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made the change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SSuqmrEYRuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E5UmxYMkABo/s1600-h/New+template.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SSuqmrEYRuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E5UmxYMkABo/s400/New+template.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272495370140141282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised... I lost my shout box, my blog links, my porn links and my stat counter script...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy backside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I decided to stick to my old template (thank goodness Blogger allows me to revert with no damage)... Anyone good with html can help me to change my template? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8349083162563888862?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8349083162563888862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8349083162563888862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8349083162563888862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8349083162563888862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-template_25.html' title='New Template?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SSuqmrEYRuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E5UmxYMkABo/s72-c/New+template.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-1811431882693697329</id><published>2008-11-24T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:10:51.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Wanna have a baby?</title><content type='html'>Found your life partner? Stayed together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out... &lt;a href="http://www.fertility-docs.com/htmldocs/Video_Gay-M.html "&gt;http://www.fertility-docs.com/htmldocs/Video_Gay-M.html&lt;/a&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the link from a friend's blog... I wonder if it is legally possible for us to go do it...  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-1811431882693697329?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1811431882693697329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=1811431882693697329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1811431882693697329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/1811431882693697329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanna-have-baby.html' title='Wanna have a baby?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7090843706734413152</id><published>2008-11-19T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:50:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and feelin blue...</title><content type='html'>I dunno why... Maybe its because of a quarrel with Boy over the weekend... Or maybe it caused the quarrel... But, I had been feeling very tired and blue for some time... And I can't figure the reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be busy with work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will feel like talking to Boy again soon... I am so looking forward to my year end holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7090843706734413152?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7090843706734413152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7090843706734413152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7090843706734413152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7090843706734413152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired-and-feelin-blue.html' title='Tired and feelin blue...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3395693911699340802</id><published>2008-11-17T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:31:00.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIStory'/><title type='text'>Sex with couples</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Have you guys ever considered having sex with a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel like if you had went for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sex with 2 couples before... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was with R, a friend of mine whom I met during a skin night of a closed down spa many years ago, mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-naked-with-friends.html#links"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;. As mentioned he was very much into being naked and initially, he asked me to meet him and his bf to help spice thing up between the 2 of them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had mentioned that his bf seemed to be bored with him and the sex was not great anymore and the bf even seemed to be avoiding sex... So, he asked me to meet them and play strip poker and see if that can excite the bf to have sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went to meet them and we started talking and that went on to a poker game and I suggested playing strip poker... Once the person is completely naked, the other 2 can suggest naughty things for the naked guy to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up naked and being asked to suck nipples and cock... Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bf sure has a very big cock... a very impressive size that, unfortunately, R was not able to match. R's cock is the type I relish... small and cute... :p Gosh, I got to make a mental note to get R to fuck me with his small cock... Hahaha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why did I ask about how did you feel if you had sex with a couple? Because during the sex session that the strip poker eventually 'degenerate' into, R's bf kinda seems like he is very very into sucking and playing with my cock... He seldom touch R or his cock and he was slurping on my cock for a long time... I began to feel bad for R and started to feel really bad, like I might had caused a drift between them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, there was no more a second time, though, for their contrasting cock sizes, I would love to meet them again for a more intense sex session... R can fuck me while me and his bf can do a 69... :p Yummy! Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... So, with the not-very-good past experience, when &lt;a href="http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-buddies-part-5_29.html#links"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;, who was working overseas, came back to the Island for a break and was talking to me over MSN, we half-jokingly talked about having sex with him and his bf. Think he was finding a reliable sex partner for his bf when he had to go back for his work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me that he is serious about me joining them for a sex session. To introduce me to his bf... And to stress that he is serious, he told me he is reading my blog with his bf now and even got his bf to say 'hi' to me over the phone... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... After a couple of hours for me to settle some stuff, I was at the spa where they had already started their session with another cutie... I stuffed my hard cock into the mouth of the bf while A kissed me. After the cutie left, they went for a break while a cub spotted me waiting at the room and allowed me to fuck him. I was still fucking the cub when A and his bf returned. A asked his bf to fuck me after seeing me fucking cub... While I was still pumping cub, A was being pumped by his bf and I was fingering the bf's asshole... :p As the cub was feeling sore at the ass, I pulled out of cub, changed the condom and tried to fuck the bf... :p But I think the bf had just came inside A and his asshole was incredible tight... :p I gave up and was thinking of going back to cub when I saw cub shooting cum as he jerked himself off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... after kissing the cub goodbye and he left the room, A and his bf started kissing and I decided to fuck A while fingering to loosen the bf's hole... :p After a few pumps in A, I pulled out and inserted my hard cock into his bf. This time, it went in easily... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I started to alternate between fucking A and his bf while they kiss... Kekeke... I was perspiring so badly, my eyes hurt as the sweat gets into my eyes... I sat up, indicated to the bf to sit on my cock and as he squatted and moved his ass up and down my cock, A inserted his cock into his mouth and after a while, cummed in his bf's mouth... I asked the bf to lie face down and began bunny fucking him. But sadly... His ass was feeling sore as I was taking a long time to cum and after a failed attempt to jerk me to cumming, we all left the room to wash up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I finally had a good session with a couple... Without the strange feeling of feeling bad and wrecking the relationship... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, as I was writing this, another friend is inviting me to share in a session with him and his bf!... Gosh... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you have an experience to share? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3395693911699340802?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3395693911699340802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3395693911699340802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3395693911699340802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3395693911699340802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-with-couples.html' title='Sex with couples'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5283992093915360380</id><published>2008-11-14T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:53:48.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><title type='text'>Watermelon Viagra</title><content type='html'>Now, I wonder if this is the reason why some men subconsciously like or enjoy eating water melon... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, watermelon, if taken at a large enough quantity will have a viagra effect... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/erectile-dysfunction/news/20080701/watermelon-a-natural-viagra"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/erectile-dysfunction/news/20080701/watermelon-a-natural-viagra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-medical.net/?id=39595"&gt;http://www.news-medical.net/?id=39595&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna try? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5283992093915360380?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5283992093915360380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5283992093915360380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5283992093915360380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5283992093915360380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/watermelon-viagra.html' title='Watermelon Viagra'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-6715491149832285124</id><published>2008-11-12T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:27:42.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Back to reality! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more national service liao! Yay... Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda missed the unit already, though... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dun miss the training programmes or the ciggie smoke at all! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now busy with the clearing of 9 days of email and lots of shit... :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-6715491149832285124?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6715491149832285124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=6715491149832285124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6715491149832285124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/6715491149832285124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3852356662920644683</id><published>2008-11-02T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:30:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to serve the nation</title><content type='html'>:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I hate it a lot to have it trigger depression, I have to do it... National duty mah... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will be away from the real world for the coming week!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw... I happened to see a commander from my company at a spa some weeks back during the spa's skin nite! And I think he saw me too!... *Yikes!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he will be discrete and not try to sabo me in camp... My fear is him pretending to seduce me to try to out me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3852356662920644683?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3852356662920644683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3852356662920644683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3852356662920644683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3852356662920644683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-serve-nation.html' title='Time to serve the nation'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-8107191392238917713</id><published>2008-10-30T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:40:06.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold?</title><content type='html'>Feeling cold recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's changing, with the winds in the midst of changing directions... Forecasts say the cool winds will start blowing out of Central Asia after this weekend... Means the North East monsoon will be starting pretty soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda look forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cooler temperatures. I LOVE the rain... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor... I was caught in a slight drizzle as I was leaving office last week and caught a cold before the long weekend! Hmm!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, all's better by Saturday, with the medication... Had 2 mj sessions and even a bbq-steamboat buffet with EZ, LS, SS and TP over the long weekend. It was quite fun... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be preparing to serve my national duty after this weekend... So sianz... Will be away for more than a week... I hope I can feel better after this weekend... Not been sleeping well... Else, will be feeling very terrible in camp... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo looking forward to my year end holiday with boy... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-8107191392238917713?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8107191392238917713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=8107191392238917713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8107191392238917713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/8107191392238917713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold.html' title='Cold?'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-5687803025738982993</id><published>2008-10-23T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:15:05.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Something happened last night... Something I should not have allowed to happen. But in a way, I am glad it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over IRC, I started a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was with a moderator of the forum I don't visit anymore. He was the main reason I had decided to quit the forum earlier as I think he was unfair and used underhand methods to make him win an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I beared extreme dislike for this person for a long time. And I had always managed to not run into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, he popped into the IRC channel when I was there. I exited immediately. But the more I thought of it, the more I thought I should have not have done so. After all, I was in a private chat with a friend and it was rude for me to just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back to the Channel. But I just cannot contained my anger for him and so, after my friend quit the Channel, I pre-warned and apologised to the Ops man in the Channel that I will be starting a fight, and everything, they would say, is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was rude. And childish. To start the fight for no apparent reason. But I think I have a right to air my thoughts, vent my frustrations and to let him know he is not THE boss... In fact, he is not even A boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after going through the fight, I realised something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised all this is really pointless. It has no meaning. He is such a character and will always be like that. He never thinks he is in the wrong and will never admit he is wrong. In other words, there is no way to re-educate such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, reading thru the chat log, one will realise that he has no points to argue. He holds no point... All he did was to throw vulgarities at me and call me names to try to get me angry and reply and fight back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he called me a 'sissy' and this blog 'lame' and left the Channel... He might have thought he had won, as usual... But I think neither has won but he has definitely lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear no grudge against him now. No more dislike. No likes, but no dislikes either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he thinks he can carry on living his life as a stubborn, rude, old man who think he will always win. Then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shudder at the possibility of actually liking him in person if we meet as strangers in some spa... :p But if his online personality is as such, then I think his real personality is pretty much the same. Then I should not like such a character... :p *phew...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I dun think this blog is lame... So, if you read this, please be assured that I dun think you are lame... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I wanna apologise to all who witness the fight and are affected by it... Sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-5687803025738982993?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5687803025738982993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=5687803025738982993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5687803025738982993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/5687803025738982993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-7409672645036348302</id><published>2008-10-23T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:16:00.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Tropic Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SP64CMOZRYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F1Xw2Dvppx0/s1600-h/Tropic_thunder_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SP64CMOZRYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F1Xw2Dvppx0/s400/Tropic_thunder_ver3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259843762596169090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if it is 'safe' to watch another Ben Stiller commedy... Most of such shows are stupid and not so funny anymore... But Tropic Thunder is quite different... Apart from some stupid jokes... *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Tropic Thunder is about some actors making a war movie and end up in a real-life kidnapping situation with a drug gang in the jungles. Ignore how the guys got to where they are and how they managed to do so etc... Cos it makes no sense... The actors were supposed to be in South Eastern Vietnam but a short helicopter ride took them to the Golden Triangle... across at least 2 international borders... and the drug gang speaks Mandarin... *rolleyes* Anyway... The actors have to get themselves out of the situation and and then win some awards... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie stars big names... Besides, Ben Stiller, there is Jack Black, Robert Downey Jr and *gasp* Tom Cruise!... :p I did not know About Cruise until the credits start to roll... Hahahaha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think this movie is quite watchable... There are some gross jokes, particularly about eating meat off a freshly blow off human head... *vomit* But otherwise, the movie is actually, rather enjoyable... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information on the movie can be found here: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropic_Thunder"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropic_Thunder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-7409672645036348302?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7409672645036348302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=7409672645036348302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7409672645036348302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/7409672645036348302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/tropic-thunder.html' title='Tropic Thunder'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SP64CMOZRYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F1Xw2Dvppx0/s72-c/Tropic_thunder_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-3783051691122365899</id><published>2008-10-22T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:11:00.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>Piss...</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes have this weird feeling of wondering how it will feel like to have some one piss all over you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not into scat and water sports, but sometimes, I really do wanna know how it will feel like to have someone piss on me and also how it feels like to piss on people... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, at my old place, when showering, I will pee directly on the bathroom floor. The floor was not tiled and the place was old and so it was ok to do so...  Sometimes, the pee will hit my feet and it feels kinda warm and good... Also, when younger, I will sometimes pee in the swimming pool as it was really troublesome to walk to the toilet and the feeling of the warmth suddenly enveloping the body actually feels kinda good... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder whether it is a good idea to find someone to try... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read somewhere before that men tend to think it is cool to pee directly when showering.. :p I remembered the article started saying that men will not be enjoying the act if we have taste buds our feet! Hahaha... Corny, I know... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, try watching this... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.XTube.com/play_re.php?v=YAY1U_G219_&amp;cl=vtV2L_G219_"&gt;http://www.XTube.com/play_re.php?v=YAY1U_G219_&amp;cl=vtV2L_G219_&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-3783051691122365899?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3783051691122365899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=3783051691122365899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3783051691122365899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/3783051691122365899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/piss.html' title='Piss...'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21532935.post-48495953027430538</id><published>2008-10-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:22:00.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>20th Century Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SPwlCe3SfDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cxcn3PXFRxg/s1600-h/2008781418301440624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SPwlCe3SfDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cxcn3PXFRxg/s400/2008781418301440624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259119189436824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a trilogy based on an acclaimed 24-volume Japanese manga. I had never read the manga before and I only knew that this is a big-budget star-studded ambitious trilogy tells the fantastical tale of a bunch of middle-aged friends who reunite because of a friend's death. But they soon find themselves drawn into a mysterious conspiracy thanks to a mysterious character named "Friend". The whole movie stars 300 Japanese actors and actresses, some of whom you will find familiar, as you watch the movie... Especially if you are familiar with the Japanese entertainment industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets a little complicated to watch but you will understand that the friends start to discover that a series of real events, based on their childish stories, made up some 30 years ago, about the destruction of the earth, is starting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities are hit with a deadly virus and and a Japanese airport is destroyed. Soon, a giant robot began appearing, spewing deadly virus mist killing anyone whose skin touched the mist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the filming and acting feels really manga-ish, 20th Century Boys is actually quite fun to watch... And though it feels a little lengthy, the story keeps you to the seat and wanting for more... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly look forward to parts 2 and 3... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the original storyline that the movie changed slightly, you can refer to this site: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/20th_Century_Boys"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/20th_Century_Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21532935-48495953027430538?l=ibuaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/feeds/48495953027430538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21532935&amp;postID=48495953027430538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/48495953027430538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21532935/posts/default/48495953027430538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibuaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/20th-century-boys.html' title='20th Century Boys'/><author><name>Buaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12059147620110438629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/S-kReOrDAiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sUXnQiKo2YE/S220/IMG_0554r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5A4MJiG908/SPwlCe3SfDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cxcn3PXFRxg/s72-c/2008781418301440624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
