Eddy's Life Stories

[Yas1950]

Part 25 - A reborn close relationship (VIII conclusion)

My sexual relationship with Don ended after his marriage. All in all we had over 10 years of friendship; maybe the last 3-4 years was sexual. I never wrote in a journal nor did I document them. Most of it I write from memory. I've got to do this before I suffer from senility or dementia from Alzheimer's. Its so common nowadays. lol........

Meanwhile I started working in Dad's office. I was the office messenger, driver, general clerk, QC surveyor and assistant manager all rolled into one (a package deal). The choice was not mine but Dad's. He wanted me to learn everything from bottom up (no pun intended), so I could take over the reins when he retired or if he passed on. (He passed on in the early 1980s).

I learnt the hard way; I had my fair share of work site injuries, sprains and what not, whenever I surveyed or was grading cargo for export. And because I could speak Chinese dialects the suppliers and their employees learnt to accept me as one of them, and so I managed to carry out my duties without much difficulties.

One day, over 2 years after Don's wedding (I had begun to see less and less of him because he now had a family) I met a pretty young lady at one of my suppliers' office. She was new staff and new to Singapore. She had just arrived from one of the ASEAN countries and was engaged to be married to a local guy.

As he was a workaholic and seldom around, and I spent more time with her, she managed to fall in love with me. Long story short, we had a relationship but it didn't work out because she was forced to marry her guy (because she didn't want to be an embarassment to her family) and I was forced by my old man to marry a close relative from our family (as he suspected that I was either gay, bi- or getting involved with someone he didn't approve of).

She and I were both heartbroken, but what could we do? She married her fiance.

So by age 27 I got married and tried to do the best I could as I was given a choice of 'do as I say or be disowned'. Loaded choices, right?

The day I signed my marriage cert, I wept uncontrollably. Guests thought they were tears of joy. No one knew the pain I had inside when I 'signed my life away'.

I tried hard to love my wife, but I never forgot my first love. I had promised my first love that there would always be a place in my heart where she would live forever. Even now.

In the first year, I had my eldest child - a girl; and then 2 and a half years later, I had another girl.

In my travels on business, my eyes opened to a bigger world of personal enjoyment and cruising. I travelled the Middle East (where main business was; worked there for a while) and spent time away from the family. I had several sexual encounters there. Some good some not so good.

Went to Bangkok for personal R&R. I soon learnt to seek out the gay joints and ladyboys. I have to say here that calling BKK the sex capital of the world is an understatement. Its the Sex Heaven of the world!!!

Recently, some years back, I re-connected with my first love and re-kindled our love affair whilst still married to our spouses. We were both already getting along in age, but when we met up, it was as if we had never grown older and all the sweet memories flooded back and we were back in a relationship. (we both did not have happy marriages; our spouses were boring and sex was predictable).

After many years of our happy trysts together, one fine day we were suddenly exposed by a low-life PI (hired by her daughter) exposing us and we both had to stop seeing each other again. The consequences, the scandal and the risk of exposure were too great. Of course our spouses found out and there was tension at our respective homes for a long while.

The PI even asked for monetary personal gain in order not to expose us. I told him to go to hell.

My wife gave me HELL!!!

These are the main reasons my gay/bi life was curtailed for several years. I have only just begun to cruise again fairly recently. I stumbled upon and joined BW and try to make new 'friends'; trawl up some older ones or approach previous contacts who seemed to be likely prospects. There have been hits and misses. But that's life. Life goes on.

THE END

Edited December 20, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

This starts the second in a series of life-changing incidents. This first part may be a bit boring to some, if so, please stop reading. To the others if you are keen to carry on, please bear with me. Again for reasons of continuity, I have to state all the relevant facts and/or incidents. Sorry!

EDDY'S LIFE STORIES II

Part 1 - My encounters & relationships after getting married

(New Job; New Life I)

Business was not bad; I was busy with family and business travels. Had to entertain foreign Arab clients whenever they were in

the region - including travelling with them.

Then at the end of 1979, when my wife was expecting our second girl, a good friend and former boss of Dad's visited us, not for the first time. He told Dad he was impressed with my work attitude and since he was re-organising and expanding his own

business empire, he would like for me to work for him as his 'gopher' (go fer this; go fer that) or personal assistant and I was to travel with him whenever he travelled thus allowing me to visit home quite often.

Dad was reluctant to let me go, but he assured Dad that I would be able to pass on more business opportunities back home from my base in Saudi Arabia. I was roped into the discussion and I hesitated because that would mean that I would not be there to watch the birth of my second child.

He assured me that he would allow me to be on home leave for this event and would most probably arrange a trip to the Far East during that time to suit my convenience. On receiving that assurance, I looked to Dad and he nodded his approval and I went home to share this bit of good news with the wife.

She had mixed feelings at first, like me, but when I told her that I would be back for the birth of our second child, she too, gave me her blessings. Later on out of respect to my in-laws I went over to inform them of the offer and my decision.

I tried my best to be a respectful and filial son-in-law.

My new boss, Sheikh Ahmad went home first and I followed about a month later. I had to wait for all my papers to be in order before embarking into the unknown.

Sheikh Ahmad and his family owned a family trading empire in Kuwait and Saudi Arabia. They mainly dealt with home electrical products, spices, perfume products and any other little thing that could make them money. They also diversified, during my time with them into building materials like sawn lumber and plywood (because that was my field of expertise then).

I reported directly to the Sheikh and this made his other sons and nephews who had joined after their Master's Degrees from the US a little envious of me. This was because they had to go thru me before seeing the old man and I was in on all the family and business discussions. As a privagte secretary, I was privy to the smallest family secrets they had.

Initially I stayed in his villa with the Sheikh & his family, but I didn't have much privacy nor freedom and he would intercom me in my room whenever he thought of anything - no matter what time at night. Once I was talking to my family back home and had to end the call abruptly to answer his request. Another time, I felt horny and was masturbating when he again 'rudely interrupted' my private JO session.

So seeing him in a generous and good mood one day, I asked to be housed in an apartment. He agreed and asked one of his sons to arrange for me to view a couple of furnished apartments. We found a fairl-sized apartment which had two bedrooms which I liked and that was settled. Adriver would pick me up in the morning to the Sheikh's home and we would then go to the office. All in all travelling distance was less than 5 km.

I travelled around the Middle East and Far East with the old man. Initially his customers who came to see him were not too happy having to go thru me until the Sheikh told them that I had the same status as his own sons. Soon, having proven my worth, I earned the respect of all including his own sons.

My duties when travelling with the Sheikh included making the necessary travel arrangements, accomodation, food, etc. I was also responsible for handling his personal stuff like his visas, passports, medications and 'after-hours entertainment'. Because I was a trusted PA, I had to be discreet and I would usher the entertainment into his room and make sure he was alright before I allowed his companion to leave. If he had any complaints about the service I took care of it.

We travelled a lot to Bangkok for the perfumery business. In those days, Thailand was a bit rough, though the people were nice. Over there my contacts would normally supply me with a Colt .38 pistol for protection and we would have a couple of bodyguards who drove us around. I never had to use the weapon, tho I showed it once or twice.

The old man loved his drink and he loved to go to clubs. I knew the kind of girls he liked and I picked them up for him. I always briefed whoever was with him to serve him well and advised them they would be well treated in return.

It was during these trips to Bangkok that I met up with some ladyboys. I met them thru an old Mamasan friend and they were the ones whom I had fun with. Normally when the old man had retired, I would go back to my room and take care of my own fun, if I was in the mood and not tired - which was most of the time.

One night the Mamasan was having a drink with me in my room while the old man was doing his thing. She had brought over the latest girl from her stable for the Sheikh. Since she had to wait to fetch this girl home once she finished her 'job', Mamasan agreed to come to my room for drinks.

After a couple of drinks, she enquired why I never took any of her girls. I told her I did not prefer girls even tho I was married to a woman. My tongue (having been loosened up by drink) volunteered to her my preference for gay men, but emphasised that I had NEVER even given my boss a BJ.(My principle - work and sex should NOT mix) Seeing I was a bit tired, she then offered to give me a shoulder and back massage which I accepted.

I stripped down to my underwear and lay on my front on the bed. Mamasan took off her top and left her pants on and climbed over me straddling my body. She proceeded to give me one of the best Thai Massages I'd ever had. I praised her skill and she told me that long before becoming a Mamasan she had worked in one of the bigger Turkish Baths in Bangkok - DARLING. Age took its toll and she had ended up being a Mamasan.

While kneading my body and so forth, she commented that I had a very fair body. She asked me if I was still interested in my past gay life. I said I was not sure as I had not tried it. (I had in Saudi but that's another story).

Mamasan offered me a guy for the nite. I was not comfortable with it as I did not want the Sheikh to find out I was gay. She said that since the old man was finishing 'his job' within the hour, she would arrange for the girl with him to go off in a cab and how about if she sent over two ladyboys for me to look at. I agreed, knowing she would not disappoint me. In this way even if the old man came over to my room by chance, he'd hopefully only see me with two women.

When Sheikh Ahmed called me to his room some time later and I saw that everything was in order, I showed the girl out and gave the old man his nightly medication before excusing myself. I had agreed to call him at 9am for breakfast and ordered his wake up call thru the telephone operator.

Mamasan Dao ordered two of the finest looking ladyboys I had ever laid eyes on. They were both pretty and sexy with fairly decent tits. Took and Nung were not young around late 20s to 30 but experienced and importantly honest and spoke good English. Being of a mature age they also had patience.

I asked Dao what having 2 ladyboys for the nite would cost me. She said it was a gift from her. I was to pay them whatever I felt was right, depending on how happy I was afterwards or to just give them taxi fare home. I was embarassed and refused but Dao shut me up by kissing me on the mouth.

On seeing this the two newly-arrived ladyboys giggled and tittered shyly, even covering their mouths (so lady-like). I knew I was in for a long and happy nite.

To be continued ......

Edited October 3, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Part 2 - My encounters & relationships after getting married

- New Job; New Life II

It was almost 2am and I had a 9am wake up call for breakfast with the boss. I would not be able to have much sleep. I was feeling rather tired out after finishing off more than half a bottle of Black Label Whisky with Mamasan Dao.

I gave her 1000 Bhat (not my money so I could afford to be generous) for her transport home and for keeping me company.

The 2 'women' made themselves comfortable by stripping down to their underthings. Both of them had similar matching flesh coloured undergarments. I could also see that they had bulges in their panties. Took had the bigger bulge and when I asked them to take off their panties, it confirmed my observation. Took's organ sprang to life at over 6 inches and thick; while Nung's was slightly shorter at around 5 inches and not so thick. Both of them sported erections and slowly stroked their dicks in unison in order to keep them up.

When they dropped off their bras, I noticed Took's breasts were not too large but firm as they were silicon-filled; Nung had not had breast enhancement surgery but man-breasts because she kept herself trim and fit.

I admired and touched their womanly assets flattered them a little with some praises. I liked what I saw. They turned around and showed me their ample asses. Both had 'bubble assets' and I stroked them causing me to have an instant erection.

I was still fully dressed and my groin was aching as my Man down Under was screaming for release! The 'ladies' turned around to help me undress before I could worship their asses some more. When my dick was finally exposed, they both sucked in their breath and hissed their approval.

Both of them led me into the shower. As I looked tired, they let me have a cold shower. The sudden strong spray of cold water made me jump initially and I held onto one of them (I had my eyes closed as water was rushing into my eyes).

They used generous amounts of bath foam to lather my body really giving my tired body a soap massage while showering. When they felt I was sufficiently clean, they both then lathered my pubic hairs, my dick and the outside of my ass hole. I was then slowly led out and told to sit on the toilet. Nung took the 'telephone shower' from the long bath and skillfully detached the shower head, leaving only the hose. Nung then coaxed the head of the hose into my rectum then slowly turned on the cold water.

The two 'ladies' were douching me and when they felt I was sufficiently clean, led me to the shower again to ensure I was toally squeaky clean.

They dried me off and led me back to bed. I lay on my front and they proceeded to give me a good rub-down continuing where Dao had left off. I soon fell asleep. I must have been really tired.

By the time the sun came up (we did not draw the curtains in the room, I awoke and realised Took had her dong in my poop chute and Nung had managed to force her own dick in my mouth. They were doing me in all my available orifices. I was in 'gay sex' heaven.

In my sleep I don't know how many times the two ladyboys had cum but I felt my own cum had stained the bed sheets. I glanced over and saw at least 5 used condoms in the ashtray.

These two ladyboys had cum so many times and were still going at it. They must have been well briefed by Dao.

When they realised I was awake. They sped up their 'rape' of my body and when they had 'cummed' for who knows how many times, they both withdrew and covered my body with kisses before going into the shower together.

I lay still in bed till they got out from the shower dressed up and patted my bum and told me they were leaving. I gave them 1000 Bhat each and they thanked me and promised to call before they came over that night. I promised myself that I would this time enjoy myself with Took & Nung while remaining concious.

To be continued......

Edited October 5, 2012 by Yas1950

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[Yas1950]

Part 2 - My encounters & relationships after getting married

- New Job; New Life (III)

My boss was surprised to see me looking stoned from lack of sleep and remarked that maybe I had had an all-nighter. I just mumbled that I was ok and would be wide awake after having a strongly brewed double Espresso before breakfast.

We took the lift to the Narai's Executive Club Lounge on the 16th Floor. It was kind of empty as most business people had left for their first meeting of the day. A few other guests were having their meetings at the Lounge.

The waiters knew us as we were regulars at the Narai and they knew what to bring us. In less than 3 minutes our usual order was in front of us. I slowly sipped the Espresso Drink, closed my eyes and slowly finished the rest. By the time the drink was finished, I was ready to roll.

Breakfast was consumed in silence. Then Sheikh Ahmed said that the woman that Mamasan Dao sent to him last night was the best he'd ever had. He was so excited about her and was very happy and had told her to bring over her stuff to spend the next two more nights with him.

He described how clean and fair her body was. She smelt and tasted so nice it was exquisite. I let him ramble on and I told myself that my job this trip was the easiest as he would not be changing girls every nite.

When it was time to go to our first meeting in Chinatown, Bangkok (Yawalad), we booked a limo and crawled thru the infamous Bangkok traffic. We took almost an hour and a half to reach our destination. We inspected the goods and haggled over the prices. After the deal was struck, we were invited to lunch.

The old man didn't want any lunch as we had a good breakfast. We made our way into the waiting limousine for another crawl back to the hotel. It was almost 3.15pm, so the old man said he wanted to take a nap and to wake him up for tea at around 4.30pm. I went back to my room next door and ordered a wake up call for 4.30pm for both of us.

After tea, I called Mamasan Dao and told her about the girl Sally and she said she already knew. She said only Sally would be joining my boss and I for dinner while Took and Nung would come over at about 10pm. I said I would leave word with reception to let them into the room so they would be waiting when I got back.

Dinner was at the famous Seafood Market and we had some wine with all the seafood we consumed. Old man was happy with his little 'trophy girl'. She was slim but tall and had a very beautifully sculpted body. I silently 'drooled' and lusted after her but I was also thinking about my companions for the nite.

We got back to the hotel at almost 11.30pm. I said my final good nites to my boss and Sally and practically ran to my room even tho it was just next door. The two ladyboys, accompanied by Mamasan Dao had just finished dinner too. They had ordered Room Service and left the bill for me to sign.

I had a couple of beers with them and then Mamasan left. I wanted her to stay but she was tired.

The two 'ladies' were dressed in very short dresses and kept flashing their skimpy, frilly underwear for me to lust after. Then we talked about their lives as ladyboys and how they were both pre-op and hopefully saving up for sexual re-assignment surgery.

I asked them what it was like to have all those hormone treatments, bust enhancements, etc. How they managed to dress so well every nite doing the same makeover. They patiently explained to me. They saw that I was excited and entranced with their explanation and answers.

Took then told me that I would look pretty if they did me up. I turned shy because previously not many other people except Don, Constance and her colleague knew about my cross-dressing. I quietly explained to them that I had long time ago in Singapore been an amateur part-time TV. They both exclaimed in unison: "Oohhooooeeeey....!"

Without waiting for an answer, they both got to work on me. They removed all my clothes. They had come prepared for this and opened up a small suitcase and took out a razor blade with a new blade to shave whatever facial hair was showing, then shaved my pubes and the hair on my arm pits, arms and lastly whatever hair there was on my legs. They also removed the hair around my ass-pussy. Then I was told to have a quick shower to wsh off any hair stuck to my body.

When I got out of the shower, the 'girls' were in their undergarments with stockings and garters. They both looked more sexy than the nite before. Nung patted the end of the bed indicating that I should sit there. They then got to work on my face applying make up and so on. Finally my facial 'makeover' was topped off with a pair of false eyelashes. I told them I was not interested to look too slutty, so they just put on some normal ones - not too long.

They also applied some light make up on the top of my body. I was then fitted with a white frilly padded bra which they forced to push up my pecs to look like a pair of tits with cleavage then they fitted me with a pretty sexy lacy white panties. Finally they fitted a white garter belt around to hold up a pair of flesh-coloured stockings and a pair of white two inch heels.

I stood up and they fitted me with white mini dress which had big pastel-coloured flowers covering it all around. They crowned it all with a coffee-coloured hair wig on my head. I stood up and the girls let out low wolf whistles and led me to the long wall mirror to see for myself.

Gosh I didn't recognise myself. These two 'girls' were good. They didn't want to waste their work of art by playing with me yet because insodoing I'd be spoiling all their best efforts. Somehow they managed to make my bum look very pert and inviting. But then I noticed a flaw and told them.

My Adam's Apple was sticking out very prominently. In the days in Singapore, I would always have my neck covered with something or other. Took rummaged thru the small suitcase and came up with a pretty scarf and I tied it around my neck in a bow.

The 'girls' suggested going for a nite out on the town. This was gonna be exciting. I had only previously come out all dressed up in Singapore and that was years back. Now I was in a 'strange place'. I was excited but also had many mixed feelings. All three of us sashayed down the lobby, it was almost midnite and not too many people around. No one recognized us.

I left the room key in Took's small purse and we hailed a taxi to go to a club down at Soi Nana in Sukhumvit. We entered a club where many people were busy with their drinks. But when we walked in everybody, including women, turned to look and stare. We just went up to the bar and ordered our drinks and some of the patrons started coming by to take a closer look. I didn't want to give myself away so I just nodded or shook my head politely whenever someone spoke to me.

I told my 'girlfriends' to call me Yasmine. This was the name I used when I worked the streets in Singapore. It was my TV/XD alter ego.

Some of the TVs there were friends of Took and Nung but they were not pleased that the girls had brought in 'additional competion' for the nite. However since the two 'gals' were 'seniors' the others reluctantly backed off.

Some men pressed or brushed at my body and I could feel their hardened groins rubbing against me. Another drunk guy pressed a little longer till I felt a few jerking movements in his groin. He had cum. The nasty bastard. He just strode away after nonchalantly.

Nung, Took and I danced by ourselves. Occasionally one or two of their ladyboy friends joined us but no one spoke to me. They were still a bit miffed because I had come into their territory.

A Black American soldier (we saw his dog tags) came to join us on the dance floor. He kept trying to run his hands over us but we kept avoiding him. When we got off the dance floor and strode back to the bar, he followed us. He kept harassing us to go to bed with him but we were not interested. We were afraid of his huge tool which we suspected he had.

He wouldn't take no for an answer and in his frustration pulled down his pants (he wore only a pair of dark coloured track pants). He pulled out his dong which was half erect. It was thick and long and we gasped at the size and we were stunned. (how much bigger would it get if it was fully erect? We didn't want to know) The bar tender looked over the bar and called the bouncers and they quietly spoke to him and he went out of the bar with them without any trouble.

When the bouncers came in to tell us that they had sent the guy packing, we decided to pay up and head back to our room in the hotel.

When we got back, I showed reception my hotel id card. My make up was still intact. The receptionist suspected who I was but was discreet and let us thru without any fuss.

When we got into the room, the girls and I discussed the events of the evening and we were speculating what would have happened if we had agreed to go with the Black Guy. Whose ass was gonna get torn? We laughed but not too loudly because my boss was next door.

The girls said most probably it would be mine because I was the prettiest. I knew they were joking. I love a cock up my ass but a dong as big and long - a potential 9 inches or more and thickness almost like a young girl's skinny arm. It would kill me. (maybe I would die in cock heaven - lmfao).

We took off our dresses and sat around in our lingerie feeling so slutty and had some more drinks.

The girls said that Dao had told them that I had said I was interested in being a TV so they had come prepared to dress me up and seduce me. They wanted to make 'TV lesbian love' with me.

This made my heart start pumping faster and my 'little boy' get harder. Nung said she would try fisting me and I put my foot down. I said that I was not keen to have my insides torn by her or any one else. She giggled.

We were sitting on the bed watching pxxn movie on the movie channel of the hotel. But we were not really watching. We were more interested in each other.

I turned round to kiss Nung. We traded tongues and slowly Took who was stroking my legs, took off the garter clips and rolled down my panties. She stroked my bum and then gave me a slap on each side of my derriere. Then she spread my pert little ass and dived in to rim my puckered little hole which was winking at her.

Nung was still kissing me passionately and holding me close to her; our bra-enclosed chests were crushed against each other. Took forcefully held onto my legs while still rimming me. I could feel her tongue go deeper millimeter by millimeter. It helped that her fingers were gradually opening my hole wider and wider. Before long I felt most of her tongue in me; it moved with ease in and out of me.

My erect dick was getting harder and in the meantime, Nung forced down the bra I had on and went for my nipples. OOooohhhh... I had never had my nipples licked, sucked and nibbled like that and I almost screamed with delite. Took withdrew her tongue and inserted two fingers (one from each hand) and they slid in so easily as her saliva had lubricated my love channel.

Nung kissed my mouth, nipples and neck and my ass was squirming on Took's fingers. Oh boy..... I was gonna cummmm as I felt the tips of the fingers stroking my prostate wall. Took kept her fingers in and manouevered herself to take my cock in her mouth and that was it. I just shot and shot my cum into her mouth. She didn't care that I had not put on a condom. She just loved the sweet taste. Some cum dripped out of the sides of Took's mouth. Nung saw it and used two fingers to wipe away the cum and put it into her mouth so she'd get a taste of my cum too.

I just collapsed onto the bed and the two girls just lay beside me on either side. This was only the beginning. This was gonna be a loooong nite.

To be continued......

Edited October 25, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Part 2 - My relationships & encounters after getting married

- New Job; New Life (IV)

Took put a condom on his 6 incher and applied some lube to my chute then he slowly lifted my legs over and entered me in the missionary position. Nung took another condom on her smaller tool and pressed her pubes into my face before coaxing her ample tool into my mouth.

They both had gotten rid of all their garments and my hands reached out to fiddle their nips. Took bent down and kissed me hard and I felt her growing harder in me and her humping became more frantic. I humped back and felt Took's urgency when it hit my inner muscle. I had another erection and spurted my cum triggering Nung's orgasm. I did not taste her cum as her condom had taken it all in.

Took continued to screw me like an expert fxxker with immense self-control. She withdrew and turned me around onto my hands and knees then re-entered me doggy style. The fxxking resumed and I was enjoying the incessant pumping in my system. Took grabbed hold onto either side of my hips straightened up and rammed his dong up to the hilt and then I felt the pumping condom-covered cock fill up the condom and I felt the warmth of the cum.

Again we lay side by side. All 3 of us breathed heavily but our hands were not still. I reached out to rub on Nung's nipples again. She did the same to me. Took rubbed my thighs and closed here eyes.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes then I felt the two mouths coaxing another erection from me and kissing each other. I was taking too long and so the two of them stretched themselves perpendicular to my feet and did a 69 on each other.

I admired them without interfering, for a while and then I think dozed off again.

When I was woken up, I saw them both still at it. Nung tho pre-occupied, sensed that I was awake and so she reached out and grabbed my flaccid shrunken cock and played with it while still in a 'clinch' with Took.

Gradually my erection returned and she broke away from the 69 and put on another condom for me before straddling over and postioned her ass over my fresh erect prick. She had pre-lubricated herself and I entered her fairly easily. Once I was firmly in her, Nung began moving her hips up and down over my cock. It helped that I humped back.

Then I sat up and kissed Nung while she was still sitting on my cock. I managed to also reach lower to kiss Nung's breasts, which she enjoyed. Then I manouvered to make her lie down without disengaging and I resumed fxxking her while spreading her legs on either side of me.

Took had moved off the bed when they disengaged and was calmly watching while jerking herself to maintain her erection and her libido. When I assumed the last position and was pistoning Nung, I saw her roll another condom on her dong before plunging on my still loosened love hole.

It was the first time I had engaged in three way sex and we all managed to synch our pumping rhythm screwing the nite away. Then all three of us started to cum one after the other.

Nung had manipulated her hand to jerk her own cock. When she cummed, the sucking action from her ass hole gripped my own prick and I began cumming. And when my own ass imitated Nung's sucking-ass action on Took's tool, she shot another load in the new condom.

I was the meat in the three-way-fxxcking sandwich. Before long my legs buckled and we all lay on our sides to catch another breather.

We lay quietly while all 3 of our cocks shrunk once more and automatically slipped out of the respective holes.

Without a word, we lay in this latest position, arms resting and breathed silently.

Once again I drifted off to sleep and I don't know what happened for the next couple of hours. When I awoke towards dawn, I could feel Nung coaxing her cock into my ass while Took was jerking herself in my face. I stuck out my tongue to try to lick it. Up close it looked gigantic and long, but still my tongue could not

reach it.

Took moved closer to let me taste the juices on her missile. It smelt of the wanton sex we were having and had a tangy taste. But she was more interested in more action and pulled herself away from my mouth and moved to behind Nung and I could feel Took practically jump onto and into Nung's ass and this strong he-woman did all the work and pumped and pumped till we all came together in one big mind-blowing explosive orgasm.

To be continued.....

Edited October 25, 2012 by Yas1950

[Alexandre]

This story is getting kinkier by the minute, *Still very much engrossed*

[Yas1950]

This story is getting kinkier by the minute, *Still very much engrossed*

Hey Alex,

Thanks for your continued interest.

Cheers

Yas

[robin]

Hi Yas,

You write really well & the story is very interesting. Please do continue to write And do remembe tor take good care of your health too.

Robin

[Yas1950]

Hi Yas,

You write really well & the story is very interesting. Please do continue to write And do remembe tor take good care of your health too.

Robin

Hi Robin

Been away. Just back. Thnx for the compliments. Will be resuming real soon. Pls stay tuned to this channel.

Yes I been taking care of my health, thaks for your concern.

Cheers

Yas

Edited October 18, 2012 by Yas1950

[Crumplerboi]

Yoo hoo Abang,

you never fail to entertaint me with your wonderful stories while i lay back on my cuppa.

Cheers and do take care :clap:

[Yas1950]

Bro Crumple thanks for your comments. Glad you are entertained.

Personally notice that my last two posts' standards have deteriorated slightly.

Perhaps I was pressurising myself too much to continue writing.

I will resume writing once I have sorted out some urgent personal issues

after being away recently.

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after getting married

New Job; New Life (V)

The next night it was more of the same and by the following day I was all fxxcked out. My boss and I left for Saudi that same evening. Whenever we were in Bangkok it was more of the same - for my Boss he had Sally and for me my 2 TVs. Admittedly sometimes the sessions were kinkier than usual.

When we arrived in Riyadh, the capital, the guys who fetched us at the airport told me that my apartment was being renovated and redecorated as someone had left the balcony open during a sandstorm and the whole apartment was a mess.

My colleagues had immediately packed away all my stuff and work stuff was stored back at the office while my clothes and other personal stuff had been packed into suitcases - 3 in all - and they had sent them to the Hyatt Regency in Riyadh.

After droping the Sheikh at his villa, I was driven over to the hotel and the guys left. I walked over to the reception and was greeted by the very charming French Executive Club Manager. He told me that all my stuff had been unpacked and properly put away in the closet. He offered to bring me up to the room to see if everything was to my liking.

In the lift up to the 18th Floor, I had a better look at the Manager. He was HOT!!!! and definitely GAY!!!! His mannerisms were that obvious. I wondered to myself whether he was a kept 'man' for some Saudi Sheikh. He had the vital statistics that suited their tastes.

I was still drinking in his hot good looks that I did not realise that we had arrived on our floor. As he held the door open, I was still gazing at Jean-Pierre and he cleared his throat ever so slightly and said very sweetly in his French-accented English that we had arrived. I awoke from my day-dream and my thoughts.

After I hurried out of the lift, J-P sashayed ahead of me and went up to the door to unlock it and held the door for me to enter. I still kept my eyes on him, paying attention to every word he said.

He had looks to die for. He was about 28-30 years of age. Tall (about 6' 2"), slim, straight body. His face was so well-chiselled. He had strong jaws and perfect teeth, neatly trimmed dark brown hair, grayish-brown eyes and a smile that could melt any man's defences and bring on an instant erection (which was what I had then).

As he was wearing a suit, I could not see his body nor his legs but he looked athletic but not did not appear too muscle-bound - which was what I liked. Looking at his well fitted pants, I could imagine a great looking perky ass and a good-sized tool to match his all-round good looks.

He continued to open the closet to let me see what he'd neatly put away for me was to my satisfaction. I nodded my approval but then told him that he should not have bothered because that was the valet's job not his. He smiled and said that he only did such duties for people he liked and that he was only putting to good use what he had been trained to do. From what he'd heard about me from my colleagues who booked me in, about me, he knew that he was sure to like me. I smiled; I was very pleased.

He then slipped me his name card and told me to call him whenever he needed any personalised services and........ he told me that his room was just opposite mine.

My room being an Executive Club Junior Suite was very tastefully decorated and quite grand. I was informed that the size was that of two Executive Club Deluxe rooms.

The Suite had a living and dining area large enough to entertain up to 4 guests; a well-equipped bathroom and separate toilet which had a separate bidet for douching. The toiletries were branded (I forgot which brand) I had to walk up two wide wooden steps to the raised sleeping area which had a king-sized bed fitted with 4 large pillows and 2 bolsters on a huge mattress which I sunk into the moment I lay down. I was in Heaven!

As I had just come from quite a long trip, and I was still feeling the effects of my travel, I politely, but reluctantly dismissed J-P. As he was leaving, he again reiterated that I was at his service 24/7 and I jokingly promised him that he might just regret saying that to me.

Laughingly, he shook my hand firmly and pleasantly surprised me by bending down and kissing my cheeks - first the right; then the left. When he kissed my left cheek, he lingered momentarily and as he pulled away, his lips brushed my neck. I knew then that my stay at the Hyatt would be a lasting memory.

To be continued......

Edited October 25, 2012 by Yas1950

[Alexandre]

Please do continue writing and be mindful of ur health while doing so.

Cheers; Alex

[Virginlove]

Exciting

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after getting married (continued)

New Job; New Life (VI)

I unpacked the suitcase which I brought back from the trip and put aside whatever I wanted to send out to the laundry while packing the rest of the stuff away in the closets which were almost overflowing because of all my stuff from my apartment.

My work stuff was on the fairly big work desk in the living area of my suite.

I then picked out a clean Thobe (a long white shirt worn by all Middle Eastern Arabs) and a pair of long white akle-length underwear and laid it out on the bed.

I stripped out of my clothes and realised my briefs were still tenting and some dampness was at the 'apex of the tent'. I slowly rolled down my briefs and I saw a thin thread of my pre-cum, most probably seduced by J-P's kissing me and his lips stroking my neck. I wanted to stroke myself to this fleeting memory.

But I reminded myself that I was quite exhausted and needed to rest. Sheikh Ahmed had told me that the car would be coming to pick me up after the sunset prayers (after 6.45 or thereabouts) to go to his house for dinner with all his sons and nephews, all of whom were with the company (it was then around almost 3pm)

I strolled into the shower and turned it on full blast. The initial spray was quite warm and after a minute or more became quite cool as I had left the door to the bathroom open so some of the cool air from the AC helped to cool the water.

I shampooed my fairly long hair and then massaged the luxurious bath foam into my body, concentrating on my neck which was feeling very tight. I then let the shower spray beat incessantly onto my neck and I felt a little bit better.

I towelled myself dry with the huge towel. Tho my hair was still damp, I knew the dry arrid desert air would dry my hair in no time. (Riyadh, in the middle of Saudi Arabia had zero humidity). In order not to wet the pilllows I had put a smaller towel on top of the pillows. I decided not to put on my Thobe and moved it into the living room area and hung it over the sofa.

Walking around in the nude in my suite on the 18th floor, I didn't care that the curtains were not drawn closed. I liked my room wherever I am to always be lighted and bright especially at night.

I walked back onto my bed and callled the operator from my bedside phone to order my wake-up call at 6.15pm.

The moment I hit the bed and pulled the covers over myself, I was out. All the exhausting activities of the past week must have really caught up with me. I was in deep sleep but I dreamt of a welcome vision of J-P looking down at my sleeping figure. He sat down next to the bed on the floor and was stroking my face and my head.

I awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing, but my eyes were still closed. I acknowledged the operator, thanked him and hung up. I forced my eyes open with much difficulty and realised Jean-Pierre was in my room. I had not locked the door and he'd let himself in. He said that he noticed my instructions to the operator and wished to give me that little extra service by making sure I was up. He continued stroking my hair and face while bending over to speak to me in hushed tones.

I felt so very special; so taken in by his personalised service. It was as if I was the only guest in this whole huge hotel.

I slowly got out of bed and J-P looked at my nude slim figure (I was still stoned with drowsiness and didn't realise and didn't even attempt to cover myself). He said you have a nice body and your tool looks very yummy. I immediately sat up and tried to cover my modesty a little.

I just said that I had to get ready to be picked up for dinner. I said I'd knock on his roomdoor once I was back from dinner. He smiled and skipped away back to his room, bringing along my laundry, as he was already off duty for the day.

I got dressed in the Thobe and pulled on the long pants under my Thobe and put on the head dress and went down to wait for the car. But the driver was already at the door and he ushered me straight to the car and off we went to the Sheikh's villa.

When I got to the Sheikh's home, I went in to pay respects to his wife who considered me her son rather than her husband's employee. I took her hand and kissed it as a sign of respect and then asked after her health followed by some small talk.

Soon the sons and nephews arrived and each one in turn came up to the Sheikh and then to me to kiss us on the cheeks (Arab style) and greet us saying "Alhamdulillah Assalamah" (Thank God your'e back and safe).

Then we all sat around having dates and coffee and talking about things that happened in the office and on our trip. This was like a Board of Directors' meeting, the only difference being we did not take down nor refer to notes. This informal meeting would be repeated officially the next working day at the office where it would be minuted by the Group Secretary.

At around 9.30pm dinner was served and we all entered the great big dining hall which had a long Oakwood Table which could seat 2 dozen people. We occupied a little over half of it because there were only about 18 of us. The Sheikh of course sat at the head of the table, his eldest son and CEO, Ali was on his right and I being his PA was at his left.

The meal was mainly fish instead of lamb as the Sheikh preferred seafood most of the time. There was a large dish of Tiger prawns cooked in a tomato puree, and also lots of salad. There was just one small dish of lamb shank for the younger guys who preferred mutton. My duty next to the Sheikh was also to peel the Tiger prawns for him.

I noticed Ali looking on pleased but I really did not know how he felt about my service to his Dad. If he was jealous, I could not see it on his face.

Soon the meal was over. The Sheikh excused himself and skipped dessert. I joined the rest of the guys for dessert in the lounge and had coffee instead of tea. There was cream caramel, dates, fresh fruits and fruit juice if we wanted. But most of us younger guys just wanted to go out into the garden to smoke before coming in for our coffee or tea with dessert.

Some of the guys asked me about Bangkok, I told them some stuff but not all. I said I could show them a good time in Bangkok if they wanted to follow me when I went alone. They all laughed because they knew deep down inside that they Sheikh would always want to conduct the Bangkok business personally for his own personal reasons.

At almost 11pm, we decided to leave and I took a ride from one of the guys and went back to my hotel.

I hurried upstairs and when I got to the 18th floor proceeded straight to J-P's room and tapped on his door. There was no answer, perhaps he was asleep.

I went to my room but left the door unlocked as I needed to pee badly. I lifted my Thobe like lifting up a long skirt and pulled down my long underwear and my briefs before sitting on the toilet seat. I had drunk so much water, juice, coffee with my dinner and most of it came out in one long endless golden stream. As I moved to wash myself in the bidet, J-P poked his head into the bathroom door and half in jest said to me with pouting lips, "I thought you had forgotten about me".

I replied,"I hurried back as fast as I could. I knocked on your door when I was back but there was no reply".

He said, " Sorry I was shaving", I noticed that the 6o'clock shadow he had earlier that evening was not there and he really was very clean-shaven and smelling of sweet after-shave.

After I had washed myself throughly, I didn't bother pulling up my long underwear nor my briefs and left them on the bathroom floor. I just pulled down and straightened my 'dress' and walked up to hug J-P.

We walked hand in hand to the living room and I noticed he had brought in some red wine and 2 glasses. He told me the wine was from his very own private collection which he brought in illegally from his hometown Bourdeaux.

He had opened the bottle up earlier that evening to let the wine breathe. I didn't know much about wine except to drink it and so turned down the offer to taste it. I just trusted his good taste.

The bed faced the balcony and we had left the balcony windows open so we could see the three-quarter moon in the cloudless sky. I propped up the pillows and we sat side by side enjoying the sight and sipping at the wine while soft music played from the CD player in the room. It was some French Jazz outfit playing. The music was so soothing.

J-P and I made small talk learning more of each other. I even told him that I was already married. He gasped with surprise and wondered why I did not have my family here with me. I told him that my kids were still small, upon which he let out another gasp.

Then he asked me: "How about moi (me)?"

I put my glass down and turned to face him then I kissed his red pouty lips and let it linger there for a while before I put my arms around him and slowly snaked my tongue into his mouth slowly parting his teeth before my tongue explored the rest of his sweet wine-tasting mouth.

As I pulled off his mouth slowly and deliberately, I mumbled to him: "Answer your question?"

To be continued......

Edited October 25, 2012 by Yas1950

[Virginlove]

sexciting

u must be really fortunate -)

[Alexandre]

Wow, i don't get to travel much due to work purposes, it seems as tho business trips can be just as fun.

[Virginlove]

YAS1950

I LOVE UR STORY!!!!

[tinkymale]

You are GOOD! Love your story! Keep it cumming

[Crumplerboi]

wah wah Abang. Major HAWTNESS :yuk:

Wine on bed with music and some lip locking.

I will have a pleasantly good dream tonight

waiting for the continuation and take care :clap:

[Yas1950]

Wow, i don't get to travel much due to work purposes, it seems as tho business trips can be just as fun.

YAS1950

I LOVE UR STORY!!!!

You are GOOD! Love your story! Keep it cumming

wah wah Abang. Major HAWTNESS :yuk:

Wine on bed with music and some lip locking.

I will have a pleasantly good dream tonight

waiting for the continuation and take care :clap:

Thank you very much for all the positive feedback.

You're all very kind and 'very loyal fans'.

To any of those who have written in with your compliments but I

have in advertently missed acknowledging, I thank you too.

Bless you all.

Yas

Edited October 25, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relations & encounters after getting married (Cont'd)

New job; new life (VII)

J-P grinned and his perfect white teeth gleamed; I couldn't resist the heat that was emitting from his handsome face. I kissed him and this time our tongues locked and duelled with the greatest of urgency.

We realised we wanted each other badly. Memories of Bangkok and other relationships just vanished.

I peeled off his bathrobe, sat back and admired J-P's perfectly chiselled lightly hairy body. He wasn't a beefcake, but he wasn't scrawny. Just enough to be well-built (I think you all know what I mean). He had on a silky black pair of briefs which was bulging to get out. I indicated to him to take it off and when he did so, his erect 7 inch, slim uncut bronze-skinned pecker sprang free and I swear I heard that organ sigh a huge sigh of release (not relief bcos that was yet to cum). The foreskin rolled back revealed a perfectly strawberry-coloured head. I told myself I was gonna enjoy eating and sucking on this 'lollypop' very very much. (Even now writing it down makes me soooooo horny, I may have to excuse myself soon..... lol) His pubes were very neatly trimmed.

I got off the bed and unceremoniously stripped off. My less-than-perfect cock(as compared to J-P's) was already erect and aching for relief. I jumped back and re-joined J-P on the bed.

We sipped some more wine and resumed our kissing. J-P grabbed my cock and stroked it and I coud feel my pre-cum oozing out slowly. He guided my free hand to his groin and I grabbed onto his perfect instument and stroked it ever so lightly.

When I bent down to try to take that sweet sweet 'cocksickle' into my waiting hungry mouth, he momentarily stopped me. He manouevered his body so that we ended up in a 69 with him on top.

With his intrument up close it looked even more inviting. It was clean, smelt pleasant and oozed pre-cum. I didn't wait for any condoms or any protection. I just swallowed him whole. My throat gagged due to his length but I took him deep after recovering.

Then I spotted his 'winking' anal orifice. It looked so perfect and inviting, I pulled off his cock and started manipulating my tongue at his backdoor and I could feel it vacumming my tongue millimetre by millimetre into the warmth of his body.

Meanwhile, he was doing a perfect job of slurping and sucking on my own dick and when I was tonguing his anus, he did the same to mine.

We had both tasted each other's pre-cum and when we resumed our mouth-play on our sex organs, we both cummed together into each other's mouth. I withdrew after taking it all in and some cum that dripped down my chin I caught with my finger and put it back into my mouth. J-P rolled off me and lay back to relish the taste of my cum. on opposite sides of the bed, we held hands to acknowledge the sealing of a new-found relationship that was developing.

To be continued......

(NOTE: Have to hurry off and may resume later tonite or over the weekend. Sorry, but please enjoy)

[marky]

Hey Yas! Long time no see!! Glad to see you posting regularly. I think you're the envy of many of us in that you were privileged to travel the world for your work and the experiences you got to enjoy as well :thumb:

JP sounds like the start of a promising new adventure of yours. Hope to see your regular evening updates soon. Meantime, hope you had a great Hari Raya Haji!

[Yas1950]

Hey Yas! Long time no see!! Glad to see you posting regularly. I think you're the envy of many of us in that you were privileged to travel the world for your work and the experiences you got to enjoy as well :thumb:

JP sounds like the start of a promising new adventure of yours. Hope to see your regular evening updates soon. Meantime, hope you had a great Hari Raya Haji!

Hey Mark

Thanks for your kind greets & comments.

I was young and energetic then. I was lucky to land this job. The experiences were an 'added bonus'. So yes, keep envying me. lol...... Honestly it could sometimes get a bit tiring.

JP was wonderful but stay tuned for more. He was your picture book fantasy come alive.

More coming up in a while.

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after getting married (Cont'd)

New Job; New Life (VIII)

We readjusted our postions on the bed so that we cuddled and we spooned while staring out at the moon. We exchanged light kisses; sometimes the kisses lingered a little longer, sometimes there was urgent tongue-play.

He fondled my balls and dick and it resumed a life of its own and hardened. I tickled his ass hole and he responded with more urgent kisses and heavy breathing. His gorgeous instrument responded to my touches too.

After what seemed like a long while of loving touches and kisses, I rolled off the bed and told J-P that I wanted to have a shower before anymore love-play. He agreed and I went in to the bathroom to first douche myself.

When I felt relatively clean, I proceeded to the shower and when I soaped my dick, JP happened to enter the bathroom and saw me and he told me to wait while he cleaned himself in the bidet before joining me in the shower as he thought I was playing with myself.

When JP came into the shower, the brightness of the bathroom, compared to the dim lights in the bedroom, shone on this perfect specimen of a man. He was truly an Adonis.

His hard-on brushed against mine as he pressed his body and grabbbed me. We exchanged kisses again, this time under the shower. I moaned with pleasure and I almost auto-cummed but managed to stop him in time.

He applied the bath foam on himself and on me and we rubbed our bodies against each other. The sensation was fantastic. Then he put one soapy finger, then two, then 3 up my poop chute to prepare me for what was to cum. J-P told me to do the same to him and I did so.

After we had washed off all the bath foam, we exited the shower stall and dried off with the huge, thick bathtowels. J-P led me to the mirror and turned on the hairdryer to dry off my hair then his own hair.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the unending pampering from J-P. When our hair was relatively dry, he brushed mine then his hair and we stood back to admire ourselves and put our hands around each others' hips and smiled, like posing for a photograph. We first looked normal, then we were concious of our naked bodies staring back at us in the mirror, we both could not help laughing because our smiles had turned into grins and we both agreed we looked somewhat silly.

We walked back to the bed hand in hand and as I climbed in on my side, I was on hands and knees and so J-P told me to hold that pose. I felt his finger covered with lube re-enter my rectum and he slid it in an out causing my erect cxxk to drip with pre-cum again. Then I heard him rip up the cover of a condom and expertly roll it on with one hand on his beautiful staff.

He then, at first gently put his thing at my back door and in one lunge easily entered me and I felt the friction of his seesawing instrument in my waiting hole. His continued pumping caused me to have a harder erection and as I touched my own dick, I cummed onto the bed covers.

He withdrew but was not finished, he lay me down and turned me over, lifted my legs up and fxxked me in the missionary position. His eyes looked longingly and lovingly into mine and I was so in lust with this Adonis and I had another erection. His neatly trimmed pubes rubbed against my erection while he pumped into me some more. I got so turned on again and when I cummed one more time but a little less than earlier on, he jammed his own staff into me and I felt his throbbing cum shoot again and again into the condom, before he fell onto me with exhaustion.

His nipples rubbed against mine and it felt really erotic. He raised his face to look into mine and then hotly kissed me again and again while exclaiming "Je'taime..... je'taime" (for the uninitiated that means: "I love you, I love you...." in French).

When he rolled off me, I reached over to remove his condom and placed it into a tissue to dispose it. Then I held his dick and kissed it to honour it for giving me such a good time. It was one of the best fxxking I ever had in my ass.

I turned him onto his stomach spread his ass cheeks and tongued him and when I flicked my tongue very quickly I swear I felt his hole pucker and wink. I reached over for the lube and applied a generous amount on my fingers before inserting it into his nether hole. There was no resistance, just a welcoming suction into his orifice. I then coaxed my second finger in and J-P was squirming with delight. I got up and rolled a condom onto my dicky bird.

J-P then turned to face me and lifted both his legs over his body and he said, "Go ahead, make love to moi". He could almost reach to kiss his own long cxxk.

I slowly entered him and tho I was not fully hard, having cummed twice or more earlier, I became harder inside of him. I tried to copy his method of pumping but I think I failed. However J-P still enjoyed my pumping and looking into his eyes with love. I stetched and bent down to kiss him on the mouth and he offered me his tongue and it snaked into my mouth triggering another cum inside of him while he had another cum against my belly.

Wow that was an orgy in itself. I could not believe my luck. I cursed my luck for what happened to my apartment but now I thanked my luck for meeting J-P. Such a lovely man; such a talented lover. I told myself must be because he was French (how corny of me)

He let down his legs and snaked them around my waist and held me in place so my fast-deflating prick would not slip out. He rocked his body back and forth and succeeded in holding me in tho I did not get erect but J-P did, I felt his cum cover my belly once again and a guttural satisfied moan emitted from his lips.

He sat up while still gripping me to him, I then snaked my legs around him. He was so strong, he walked with me curled around him to the shower. We both stood up in the stall and washed the cum off our bodies. Then we went back to the sofa to curl up some more and to finish the wine.

To be continued......

Edited November 8, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Apologies to all my friends and fans, I have been rather bz and also been travelling quite a bit.

Will resume hopefully by next week.

Kisses to all

Yas

[Crumplerboi]

Hello Abang :clap:

well hope everything is going good for you and do take care of your health

Shall wait for your update soon... cheers :yuk:

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after marriage (Cont'd)

New job; new life (IX)

J-P sipped his wine and turned round to kiss me; looked me in the eye and told me he was very fond of me. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Then he told me that even tho we'd just met, he was confident that ours would be a great relationship.

He continued to tell me about his other relationships most of which were too painful to talk about and also how he almost lost his job when one of the Princes in Saudi Arabia treated him very badly. He was lucky that the Saudi Hotel-owner wielded more influence amongst the Elite in the Capital than this minor Prince did, therefore J-P would be able to see out his contract in Riyadh undisturbed. In fact, the Prince was banned from coming within 5 km of the hotel and was not to make any kind of contact or threatening moves to J-P. (something akin to our modern day PPO).

It was so relaxing exchanging light kisses and sipping wine.

In the dim light I noticed J-P's erection re-emerging. I laid my glass down and bent down to kiss the flared head of his instrument. I could feel his body purring and I slowly flicked my tongue on the handsome organ. I then slowly kissed my way up his tight abdominal muscles.

When I reached his left nipple, I latched on and sucked his nipple gently nibbling and tonguing it. His body tightened as I also gripped onto his penis for leverage. Then I moved over to the other nipple and did the same. He wriggled some more and I asked him if he wanted to fxxk me some more. He silently nodded and I lay down on the sofa and lifted my legs up while he slipped on another condom before easily entering my hungry hot anus.

As he entered me to the hilt, he reached down to kiss me longingly and with added passion. He grabbed my own dick and started to jerk it but I stopped him as I wanted to enter him after he had cummed.

I looked back into his passion-filled eyes and blew him kisses which spurred him to pummel my ass with greater urgency.

J-P hooted and whooped softly and mewled his impending cum and when he finally shot in me, he did so with a low-pitched grunt and then collapsed on me. I tried my best to push off J-P's 'deadweight' but could not. Finally he folled himself off me onto the carpeted floor.

I was already sporting an erection and I grabbed at another condom and rolled it over my anxious tool and slowly made my way into him. I was surprised that I was able to slip in easily. He sucked me in like a vacuum cleaner.

While I was pumping into J-P, he slipped one finger into my ass and that made me go crazy and I banged him faster and faster. He was also rocking his ass on the carpeted floor and when his finger hit my 'g-spot', he triggered off my orgasm and I shot my load in him. It seemed a lot even though I had cum a few times earlier that evening.

When I slipped my dick out of J-P's ass, he rolled off my used condom and put it on a double piece of tissue which was onthe table with his used one. Then he bent down to kiss my dick.

He stood up and put out his hand to help me get off the floor.

We went into the bathroom for another shower before retiring for bed.

Next morning, he dressed up kissed my forehead and snuck out of my room (it would not do for him to be seen by the housekeeping nor room service staff nor any of the room valets) to get ready to report for duty at the Front Office of the hotel. I went back to sleep for about another 40 minutes or so before showering to go to work.

For the next 10 days before my apartment was ready, J-P spent his nights with me.

When I moved back into my apartment, on the pretext of wanting to help me re-settle into my place, J-P came with me. What he actually wanted to know was where I lived and how to get there.

He came to me almost every evening and spent the night whenever I was not busy or when he was not on duty and left the next day. On his day off, he would stay over till next evening. No one seemed to bother or miss him. Whenever he came he would bring some wine and on his off days he would cook for me some French dishes. He was a good cook.

Soon it was time for me to travel with the Sheikh again and the sadness in J-P's eyes showed. I told him not to worry. I'd be thinking of him whenever I was away and I'd come back to him to enjoy his love and his company. However I told him that I could not guarantee that I'd be faithful.

I had to be honest with him. I was the type who would not hesitate at the opportunity for sex and I would try but I could not guarantee.

He nodded and the tears welled up in his eyes once again. With a heavy heart, he left me but he still had his dignity as he boldly strode away from my apartment.

To be continued ......

[Guest Roy K]

Great writing, Eddy! It's funny how initially I thought this thread would be simply erotic literature. But chapter after chapter, I find myself getting really engaged in your life's story.

I hope you would consider posting all these material onto a blog of some sort for others to read about. I personally find your story insightful, and feel that it's something really worth sharing. Would be a shame to have your stories buried under other threads once you stop posting. Your stories have a timeless element and a blog would keep it timeless. Hope you think about it. =)

[marky]

One thing I personally like about this life story is that it really takes you places from S'pore to Thailand and on to the exotic Middle East. And from life as a kid to adulthood, Yasmin never fails to keep us entertained. Thanks Yas for all your time and effort!!

[Yas1950]

One thing I personally like about this life story is that it really takes you places from S'pore to Thailand and on to the exotic Middle East. And from life as a kid to adulthood, Yasmin never fails to keep us entertained. Thanks Yas for all your time and effort!!

Thank you kind sir. Its gr8 to hear from you again. Write more soon.

Cheers

Yas

[Yas1950]

Great writing, Eddy! It's funny how initially I thought this thread would be simply erotic literature. But chapter after chapter, I find myself getting really engaged in your life's story.

I hope you would consider posting all these material onto a blog of some sort for others to read about. I personally find your story insightful, and feel that it's something really worth sharing. Would be a shame to have your stories buried under other threads once you stop posting. Your stories have a timeless element and a blog would keep it timeless. Hope you think about it. =)

Roy, Thanks for your kind post and comments/suggestions. Much appreciated.

Would appreciate it more if you were a member of this forum so I could correspond

with you a little more.

Many have suggested to me about writing a blog.

For one, I feel anonymous publicity in this thread is all I risk.

Secondly, I don't wanna do a blog because it may hurt the

reputation of some people whom I don't want to hurt.

Lastly I don't know how to start one.

If you contact me by PM perhaps we could discuss this on a

more personal level.

Thanks for reading and enjoying my posts.

Take Care

Yas

Edited November 14, 2012 by Yas1950

[subbtmchn73]

Roy, Thanks for your kind post and comments/suggestions. Much appreciated.

Would appreciate it more if you were a member of this forum so I could correspond

with you a little more.

Many have suggested to me about writing a blog.

For one, I feel anonymous publicity in this thread is all I risk.

Secondly, I don't wanna do a blog because it may hurt the

reputation of some people whom I don't want to hurt.

Lastly I don't know how to start one.

If you contact me by PM perhaps we could discuss this on a

more personal level.

Thanks for reading and enjoying my posts.

Take Care

Yas

You can try writing a book with the names changed. Am not experienced in it, but i would think you can start by taking all the stories posted here and putting it into one. Then adding more to it eventually find someone to review, edit and submit to publishers to see if any of them want to publish it. Some do eBooks direct now as well.

Of course a blog and website with extracts to entice people will help. But i guess the driver is not to earn lots of money but to see your story made known. Not sure if it can be under a ghost writer name so that you remain mysterious.

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after marriage (cont'd)

New job; new life (X)

This latest trip was to London as the Sheikh had to have a medical and it was quite boring as I had to stay with him in an apartment near the clinc and could hardly take any time off on my own.

The Sheikh's knees were the main health problem and he was in the UK to consult a leading Orthopaedic Surgeon in Harley Street. (This is the street with the most expensive top doctors in London).

During the 10 days in London, I had to wheel him around in a wheel chair whenever we wanted to go out.

Because it was a stay-in clinic, my movements were restricted and I entertained myself with only the TV. Food was ordered in or I would rush out to buy some take away food and hurry back or the Sheikh would grumble like a prostitute, giving the sad excuse that he was hungry or lonely or both. Sometimes he infuriated me with his unreasonable or childish behaviour. I felt as if I was being taken advantage of. But then I was a paid employee, so couldn't complain too much.

Madame, who had travelled out of Saudi with us, was stationed in their apartment in Paris and I had to call to her twice daily to update her on the Sheikh's progress. At times she could be irritating and demanding.

But then I had to put all that aside as the Sheikh trusted me like a son,and my perks and my generous wages made it all worthwhile. Also I had to show him the respect as an elder uncle (father-figure) as he was after all a 'brother' to my Dad.

During the lonely nights in my 'sofa bed' I would wake up to help the Sheikh relieve himself or take his medication. I wasn't turned on handling his penis nor his urine. I went about my duties just like a regular nurse would.

It was doubly frustrating when I got into bed and found it difficult to go back to sleep because back in bed, my thoughts would drift to how much I missed being with J-P. A couple of times I jerked off under the covers because the memories made me horny and hard! On one occasion I was very infuriated because before I could cum the Sheikh woke up for his medication. Just for the record, I did not manage to cum that night.

Sometimes I would call J-P and we would whisper sweet nothings over the phone. I realised how much I missed and loved him. He would swoon and say loving words to me. I could hear him sigh and moan whenever he jerked himself off listening to me talk dirty to him on the phone.

After over two weeks of consultations, physiotherapy, but with no surgery and paying off an astronomical bill, (these Harley Street buggers were really screwing the Arab patients) the Sheikh was cleared to go home. I thought we would go to Paris for R & R. But no, the Sheikh decided to ask Madame to fly over to London to fly home with us from Heathrow to Riyadh.

At the airport, I wheeled the old man to the aircraft before the cabin crew on the British Airways flight took over to get him into the seat. Once Madame was settled into the seat beside the Sheikh, I went to my smoking seat in the last row of First Class to settle in for the flight back to Riyadh.

After the meal, and a final aperitif before reaching Saudi air space, I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of my impending return to my sweet sweet J-P. Needless to say, I had a wet dream. It was a good job I had nobody in the seat next to mine on the plane. I was too embarassed to know what I looked like while having a wet dream. I was really looking forward to being back with my lover in Riyadh.

After we cleared immigration at Riyadh airport, I wheeled the Sheikh to his waiting limo and after settling in Madame and my boss, I excused myself and got into another vehicle and went straight to my apartment.

When I called the Hyatt and spoke with J-P, he was so delighted to hear my voice, he screamed into the phone. (He practically screeched like an animal in heat). He excitedly told me that he would be off work in a couple of hours and would drive over to my place asap.

When J-P arrived and rang the doorbell, I opened the door and quickly pulled him into the apartment because I totally missed his hot hot kisses.

We stood in the hallway, arms entwined around each other and kissed like two long-lost lovers would. I wasn't shaved and J-P too was unshaven. We didn't care that our respective stubble was rubbing into our faces and our necks.

We slowly undressed each other while still kissing passionately and left a trail of our clothes and underthings all the way from the hallway to the bedroom and the last piece ending up at the doorway to the shower stall. We turned on the shower at the same time and just let the water cool us off while we held hands. Our penises were touching each other but even the cold water couldn't dampen our erections which stood up real hard and with the utmost urgency.

We then soaped each other up and at the same time shampooed one another. I think we spent at least 30 minutes under the shower. Like two lovers standing in a rainstorm.

The shower was so refreshing I didn't want to get out of it. The strong sprays just opened up all my pores and washed away the tiredness from my long flight home to my sweet sweet J-P.

Slowly we turned off the shower then moved out of the stall and dried ourselves off with the fresh

towels I had. Then we proceeded to the mirror and I shaved off my stubble and so did J-P.

After that I reached into the closet to pick out a knee-length black men's kimono for myself and a dark blue one for J-P. We did not bother with having any briefs or boxers under the kimonos as we knew they would have to come off in the end anyway.

To be continued......

Edited November 15, 2012 by Yas1950

[marky]

I think it wouldn't be wrong to say that many would love to have a jet setting job like yours. Ahem.... about the drinking part...Is it much like gambling where as long as it is done in international airspace/waters the Islamic governments have no jurisdiction over such matters?

[Yas1950]

I think it wouldn't be wrong to say that many would love to have a jet setting job like yours. Ahem.... about the drinking part...Is it much like gambling where as long as it is done in international airspace/waters the Islamic governments have no jurisdiction over such matters?

Aww c'mon Mark, I don't think mine was a jet-setting job. Mine was not like Branson's or Jobs or Gates.

You wouldn't envy me if you really see the amount of work I had to do.

The job-title was PA, but in fact I was more like a valet-cum-pimp-cum-porter-cum-everything else (except sexual services). Pow sua; pow hai; long chong pow ka liao. However the pay in those days was good and the US$ exchange rate was much better than nowadays.

Yes you are right. As long as the aircraft is not in Saudi airspace alcoholic drinks are allowed to be served. But not openly. One has to be in the know and know where to get it. Its an irony bcos the Saudi flag which is painted on the all Saudi Airlines aircraft carries the declaration of faith every Muslim must make. But for other aircraft, alcohol was openly served as long as it was not in Saudi airspace.

I never fly with them whenever I travel alone, as a matter of principle.

Not only is Saudia's service bad, they have no principles!

Edited November 16, 2012 by Yas1950

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after marriage (cont'd)

New job; new life (XI)

After we had dried off, our erections were still raging due to the span of time we spent away from one another.

We walked hand-in-hand over to the lounge and turned on the TV. There was nothing interesting on and so J-P loaded a tape into the VCR showing sexy music video clips.

I decided to just drink some juice which J-P had so kindly brought from the hotel. The cold juice really relaxed me.

J-P turned to kiss me and our tongues mashed together signalling the urgency of our passion. J-P was heaving and panting

like an animal in heat. His passion was immense. Our arms fondled and stroked one another with equal intensity.

Then I whispered to J-P to give me a massage/back-rub on my bed before we started our love-making. He was more than willing and led me to my bedroom before helping me out of my kimono.

When I first tried to lie on my front, I found my erection was in the way and so I had to adjust and position my erect penis in such a way that I would not hurt my penis nor 'break' it. It took some doing, but eventually I managed to be in a more comfortable position.

He helped himself to the Johnson's baby lotion on the dresser, then J-P started on my legs with long deliberate strokes while generously applying the lotion. Then he continued rubbing the lotion into my legs to loosen the tight muscles before he kneaded my flesh and muscles.

When he started on my back, I noticed he had deliberately skipped my butt cheeks. Perhaps he was aving the best for last.

I was right.

When he massaged my butt cheeks it was first with light gentle strokes with the lotion to relax my buttocks. Then when I was relaxed, he kneaded and pulled apart my butt cheeks and lightly touched my butt crack. He did this several times until I could feel my butt crack winking at J-P. I could feel him staring into my rear orifice.

Then just as I felt so relaxed that I was almost drifting off to sleep, J-P's middle finger started to enter centimetre by centimetre so that there wasn't any resistance at all when his finger finally entered me fully.

He dug me good and when he inserted a second finger into me, I lifted my body and offered my tight hole for him to ram his fingers to prepare me for the final onslaught.

After J-P removed his fingers and replaced it with his condom-covered prick, I was totally surrendered to his expert ministrations and he fxxked me expertly. His pumping caused me to pre-cum.

J-P suddenly withdrew and turned me to face him, and when he spotted my precum dripping, he bent down to lick it up. Then he pulled my legs up and re-entered his dick into my nether hole and resumed his pounding.

Ooooohhhhh....... the friction and the suction was tremendously out of this world. I loved every stroke that was rubbing every nerve end in my ass. My erection was still raging and throbbing and J-P's prick was stirrring against my G-spot. In less than a few more strokes, I shot out my hot sweet cum and it landed on my face while J-P shot into me and I felt every rhythm of his throbbing prick against the inner walls of my hot ass.

J-P sportingly licked off my cum from my face while still in me then we exchanged more hot kisses, while he still slowly stroked himself to another erection and went on hammering himself in me. The lube on the condom was wearing off and so there was a slight burning pain in me.

I told J-P to slow down and he did slow down to slower long strokes which lasted for another 20 minutes or so before he cummed again in me. That was 2 cums in one condom and somehow the condom had to break and all the semen just flowed out of my 'whipped' ass.

I was back and J-P re-declared his love for me and I for him and I re-assured him that I did not manage to have any sex with anyone else. He had asked me several times each time I called him from London. He, of course, believed me when he saw the amount of cum I had shot onto myself.

J-P stayed the night and used to come almost everyday except when he was on duty. I always looked forward because there was also a twist to our love games and love making.

My family was furthest from my mind even though I did speak to them quite often. I could even detect the sometimes cold tones when my wife spoke to me. But I just did not bother because here I was having the time of my life. Even when I told my wife I loved her, I felt they were just words mumbled in response to her saying the same to me.

However I really missed the kids and when I spoke with them, I sometimes cried.

To be continued......

[Yas1950]

Thanks for all the positive feedback and comments to all who have bothered to comment, esp Crumpleboi & Marky.

Cheers lads. Now a further continuation (my quota for the weekend).

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after marriage (cont'd)

New job; new life (XII)

One night when the kids were speaking to me on the phone, my wife was not in. They even volunteered information that she had gone out with some overseas friends. Knowing that she was still young and sexy and still very sexed-up, she was surely with some guy or girlfriend screwing her eyeballs out. That would explain her 'cold tone' whenever she spoke with me the last few weeks.

The last time during a Far East trip with the boss, I had hardly spent much time with the wife or kids. In our 3-day stop over back home, I stayed at the hotel with the Sheikh and the family only managed to spend about 3 hours with me in my room. They didn't stay overnight.

I could see the frustration on my wife's face but I was 'on duty'. What could I do? I only managed to speak to my parents on the phone but was unable to see them to pay my respects.

If my wife was unfaithful, I could accept it as I was not an angel myself.

We could 'make up for our moments of frustration/weakness' when the next time I passed thru the Far East again.

I was fairly busy during my time in Saudi because the Sheikh's business group was expanding and going into manufacture of home electrical appliances. Therefore the Sheikh and I were both needed at home for consultations and site inspections.

I was happy with my relationship with J-P. Sometimes we didn't make love, just exchange kisses and enjoy each other's company. At other times we just watched videos which were smuggled in and went to bed.

One day J-P told me he was being transferred to the Hyatt Regency in Jeddah which was about 2 hours flying time from Riyadh. He had know for a while but didn't know how to break the news to me. The day after he was to fly off for a familiarisation tour of the hotel there and the city.

I was upset that he did not tell me earlier.

I just sat still and did not know how to respond. He had brought some food from the hotel and as usual some wine to try to cheer me up. But my mind was a mess and I tried my best to respond positively but could not. A million thoughts went through my brain.

I ate the food and drank the wine but still my mood was not good. I decided to go take a shower after eating. Istood under the shower and started to sob uncontrollably. I used to be the strong one in relationships but somehow, here I was the weak link. I had locked the bathroom door and I had filled up the bathtub before stepping into the shower.

I was in a state of confusion. I stepped out of the shower and stepped into the bathtub. I went under the water and held my breath. I was not sure what I was doing. Was I contemplating suicide? Did I want to drown myself? I reached out and looked at my shaving blades, contemplating slitting my wrists.

I had drunk about more than half of the wine and was feeling woozy in the water. When the bath water began to cool down, I started to shiver and feel cold. Tears were still flowing.

What was I doing?!?

I stood up and emptied the the bath tub dried myself and took out a fresh kimono to put on before deciding to get out of the bathroom. All in all I was in there for over an hour.

When J-P saw me come out, he yelled at me and asked why I had locked the door and spent such a long time in there. He was in tears and hysterical. I just did not answer. I didn't bother to dry my hair and just led him into the bedroom and threw him onto the bed before I practically jumped on him and kissed him with more passion than I had ever done before.

Both of our faces were streaming with tears and both of us were panting and moaning and grunting until the time I entered J-P's hot poop chute. I kept pumping and pumping into him when I finally cummed my hot spunk just shot loads and loads into his nether region. I had not bothered to reach out for a condom. Even after I had pumped myself dry, I was still humping myself into him but more slowly.

To be continued ......

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang :clap:

Ahh the torn between work and family plus the distance away.

I feel you Abang T.T

And i can feel you being upset when JP did not informed you of his transfer.

Cant wait to read how it goes with JP ~

Take care Abang and rem those meds

[marky]

Ah... I been thru such a situation in the past too. The inevitable parting... The feeling of missing each other even though you're still tgt... The last nite tgt with both in tight embrace wishing time could stand still... the agony of living but not knowing what lies ahead for both parties... Are u still in touch wid JP? Never loose touch with someone whom you treasure much. For me, i tell myself that part of me is inside him n vice versa. Hence wherever I go, I'd feel he's still with me somehow.. Hugs....

[Yas1950]

Thanks Marky & Crumpleboi for writing in with your comments.

I will not let on about what the situation is with J-P here. I 'd rather you read

about it in the continuation of the story otherwise that part of the story

would not make for interesting reading nor have the desired effect.

As an observation I am becoming rather envious of Crumpleboi because

he seems to attract a bigger readership than moi. He's got more fans making

comments, etc. Hey its all good. Maybe his writing is more up-to-date and more

appealing to the present day crowd.

Edited November 19, 2012 by Yas1950

[Guest Marky]

Hi, Marky here posting fm my handphone... My opinion is that there r just as many readers for both yours n crumpy's story. His just garners more responses probably bcos it is abt schoolboys romance whom more of d readers can identify with.Perhaps u can look back at your story n see if there were more responses wen you were relating abt You n Don.

Having said that however, we shd write bcos we want to. If u look back at my thread, u would notice i post regardless if i get response or not cos d objective is to put my life story to posterity here in BW. Sometimes even a few chapters a day. This is not a popularity contest. But u can be sure there r lots of silent readers out there. Just look at d number of views to your thread But do continue to post true to what happened in your life, dun sensationalize it to elicit responses. I may not come in to read everyday, but wen I do u can be sure I would read your story. Cheers!!

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang Yas & Marky :clap: :clap:

No worries i am waiting patiently for your next part for the update on JP.

Dont fret aite Abang.

Keep on writing

And one day, You, Marky and Me we are gonna coffee so look forward to that.

Cheers

[Yas1950]

Part 3 - My relationships & encounters after marriage (cont'd)

New job; new life (XIII)

Our session that evening must have been the hottest yet in the brief relationship we had with one another. It even paled in comparison to the first time we hooked up.

During my continued humping of J-P I surprised myself in that I would normally withdraw and not be able to carry on after cumming due to my own dick becoming very sensitive. But this time I was able to continue slow-humpng J-P until the I managed to achieve another hard on and keep on fxxking out J-P's upturned ass.

J-P locked his hairless legs around my waist and held me in him. He pulled my face down and kissed me so passionately and I in turn returned his hot kisses with more of my own kisses. I wriggled my face free from his hands to kiss, nibble and suck on his shoulder before moving a little further down to kiss and tongue his nipples.

J-P moaned with delight and humped back some more. I was mesmerised by his movements and his eyes burning into my face and I got my second wind and savagely pumped my dick into him and he never uttered a sound of pain. He seemed to enjoy being banged hard and violently.

Whilst I was used to being J-P's bottom, and only sometimes topping him, today it seemed like it was the reverse. All this while J-P's own love pole was sandwiched between us and he had cummed twice and the warm creamy spunk he shot out was being rubbed into our skins.

We did not feel any discomfort from his sperm in the 'sandwich' created by our bodies. It was as if the cream in the 'sandwich' was normal. It was kind of exciting to us that a small build-up or 'foam' was forming on our bodies.

I withdrew from him with a gush and the earlier spunk that was in his hole just flowed out. I quickly turned J-P around and lifted him onto his haunches. I re-entered himdoggie-style and continued to spear his hole.

I reached under to manipulate his nipples and he moaned with delight before I moved my hands to play with his balls and cock. Touching his organs and not being able to see them added an exciting touch to our love making. My hands felt his ample tool and the warm feeling spurred me to my own weapon into J-P which in turn triggered another impending cum.

When I finally blew another load into J-P, he humped back violently before smearing my hands with his own warm gooey spunk. I sank down with J-P onto the bed and we turned on our sides and spooned with him. I closed my eyes to catch my breathe because I was really all fxxked out.

J-P too, was breathing quite heavily but he still managed to respond to my light kisses on the back of his neck and my fingers lightly stroking across his nips.

Slowly my fast shrinking limp dick inched out of J-P's poor savaged hole. He tried to clench his butt muscles to hold me back in but his ass walls had become too enlarged while my 'shrunken violet' had a mind of its own. Alas all too soon my shrunken penis re-emerged from the warmth of J-P's cavern.

My eyes remained closed and I must have dozed off a little because next thing I knew I was awoken by J-P's sneezing. He apologised for waking me up. I told him I was ok. I am glad I woke up because I needed him to love and make love to me since he was going to be leaving Riyadh.

He rained my face and mouth with his hot kisses and our tongues lashed inside each other's mouths. I was fully awake and then I gave spread myself to offer myself to my French lover. He continued kissing me and pushed two lubricated fingers into my anus.

We broke our kisss as he pulled out his fingers and squeezed some more lube into my ass then resumed loosening my anal cavity for what was to be another hot session of lovemaking. He moved his body so that his semi-erect penis was at my mouth. without hesitation, I swallowed his whole prick in and did not even gag when it hit the back of my throat because I had grown so used to his size. I could taste some pre-cum oozing onto my tongue as he moved his dick inside my mouth.

I really enjoyed each and every session of sex with J-P. I was always anticipating his entry into my hungry hole like a lovesick slut. It spurred J-P on to see my reaction whenever he entered me. The woman's mannerisms I played out whenever he was in me did not turn him off.

When J-P felt I was good and ready, he inserted his now erect and hard tool into me and he proceeded to slowly make love to me. His eyes looked into mine and the unspoken words of love radiated between us. We had fallen so madly in love/lust with each other that words were just a luxury. Our actions through our lovemaking was stronger than any spoken word.

J-P made each thrust slow and deliberate. We both wanted this session to last. He was in me for almost over an hour and whenever he felt himself wanting to cum, he would punctuate the session with more of his hot kisses while his tool was still embedded in me. His powers of self-control were effortless. Though much younger than me, he was more of a pro in the

game of sex.

The sensations of his handsome prick against the walls of my smooth love canal were such a thrill. Each downward or upward stroke sent waves of 'electric shock' through the nerve endings. I was in ecstacy and I guess J-P was enjoying it just as much.

When J-P cummed in me his whole body rocked and jerked and as his tool just spewed hot cum into me, I could feel my whole love canal become steadily warm as I felt his cum coat my insides.

As J-P 'came down to earth' I saw his eyes redden as tears formed and slowly trickled down his face. He was saddened by his impending departure and I realised this. This set me off too and I started to weep silently. We kissed for a bit before J-P sadly and reluctantly pulled his dick out of me.

It was very late, before dawn as I rolled off from bed and made my way to the shower. J-P followed me into the shower and we washed each other for the last time before his departure in the morning. His fingers expertly massaged the bath foam into my body and I did the same to him. I was still weeping silently and so was he as I heard his slight sniffles as both of us tried to hide our tears from one another under the shower spray. (Like crying in the rain).

It seemed that we had stayed in the shower for a long time and we were hesitant to get out. I forced myself out of the shower, dried off and rushed over and jumped into bed. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but I could feel J-P joining me in bed. He tapped me. He must have mistook my silent sobbings for heavy breathing because he just kissed me lightly on the face and lay down.

I overslept that morning. I didn't hear the driver honking to wake me. By the time I was awake it was almost 10.30. I just called in to the office to tell them I was unwell and would not be coming in. I did not bother to draw the curtains. I tried to go back to sleep.

Then suddenly I jumped out of bed when I realised that J-P was no longer there. I searched around the apartment and I did not even find a note from J-P. The wretched bastard had left. I screamed in agony as I sank to the floor in the middle of the living room.

To be continued......

[marky]

One thing came to my mind when I was reading this latest chapter - You were a salad and JP was drizzling you the entire evening with his french dressing.

Now, I too wonder why he did what he did, leaving without saying goodbye knowing by doing so, there would be no closure... hmmm... :huh:

[Yas1950]

Hi, Marky here posting fm my handphone... My opinion is that there r just as many readers for both yours n crumpy's story. His just garners more responses probably bcos it is abt schoolboys romance whom more of d readers can identify with.Perhaps u can look back at your story n see if there were more responses wen you were relating abt You n Don.

Having said that however, we shd write bcos we want to. If u look back at my thread, u would notice i post regardless if i get response or not cos d objective is to put my life story to posterity here in BW. Sometimes even a few chapters a day. This is not a popularity contest. But u can be sure there r lots of silent readers out there. Just look at d number of views to your thread But do continue to post true to what happened in your life, dun sensationalize it to elicit responses. I may not come in to read everyday, but wen I do u can be sure I would read your story. Cheers!!

One thing came to my mind when I was reading this latest chapter - You were a salad and JP was drizzling you the entire evening with his french dressing.

Now, I too wonder why he did what he did, leaving without saying goodbye knowing by doing so, there would be no closure... hmmm... :huh:

Thanks Marky for your point of view with regards to readers/fans being passive. I agree with your point on the subject matter at the moment.

I also agree that I should be true to myself and I assure you and all other readers that I have not added in anything that did not happen to sensationalise and make for more interesting reading. Thanks for your continued interest in my story.

For J-Ps reasons, keep reading and you'll find out.

I don't want to spoil anything outside of the story.

Thanks again for all your support and advice.

Yas

[robin]

Hi Yas,

My personal feedback. I like your story as it is very interesting of the things you have went through. I like stories which has 70-80% story content versus 20-30 sexual content, which is what was written initially about your childhood to teenager life. But in the adult phase, it seems to be 60% - 70% sexual content. I think for readers who are looking for high sexual content, their interest may not keeping them waiting for too long ;p Again, my personal opinion

Edited November 24, 2012 by robin

[Yas1950]

Hi Yas,

My personal feedback. I like your story as it is very interesting of the things you have went through. I like stories which has 70-80% story content versus 20-30 sexual content, which is what was written initially about your childhood to teenager life. But in the adult phase, it seems to be 60% - 70% sexual content. I think for readers who are looking for high sexual content, their interest may not keeping them waiting for too long ;p Again, my personal opinion

Thank you for your very constructive criticism and observations. I will strive to include more stories. However I wish to stress that I am just writing from facts that actually happened as they come. But its all good Bro. Thanks for your continued interest.

Edited November 25, 2012 by Yas1950

[Crumplerboi]

Holla Abang :clap:

Your story made me smile and the last part

I feel you Abang... I know how it feels to suddenly wake up one day

and to find that something or someone isnt there anymore. That emptiness

it feels sucky max

Well waiting for your next Chapter

Meanwhile take care aite ~