Story/Encounters Crumplerboi Midnight Kayaks (Life Story)

[JunKai]

Hey boy, the excitement lo whatelse hahaha. When we're free we must meet and catch up miss you and miss chatting w you,

LFM

Edited March 3, 2014 by JunKai

[readyletsgo]

Holla Crumplerboi! its time to come back! update this space. all of us are waiting for it! (=

[Crumplerboi]

Dealing with ex-es is always tough. I, for one, has never managed to do a clean break and remain good friends...

 

 

Wow what an episode....reading this was cum material ... :oops:  :oops:  :oops:  I look forward to this movie scene if it ever becomes a movie some day  :smokin:

Great stuff   :thumb:  

I am curious about the policeman smell...sounds so erotic

 

Holla nicholasyada,

Well i gotta agree with you that its sometimes beyond norm to deal w an ex what more to actually remain friends or

even acquaintance. Cheers to you man hope may has been good to you so far 

 

Holla Marineboy,

cum material hahaha always gets the hornier side of you yeah buddy hee  :yuk: well if it does, ya will be one of the first to

get an invitation. No uniforms provided though  and what policeman smell all hahah that is for private convos if you

wanna smell hahaha just kidding man take care yo ~

[Crumplerboi]

Hey boy, the excitement lo whatelse hahaha. When we're free we must meet and catch up miss you and miss chatting w you,

LFM

 

 

Holla Crumplerboi! its time to come back! update this space. all of us are waiting for it! (=

 

Holla JunKai,

hahaha oie fireman, you are the one who is busy putting our fires and ya know haha. You just gotta holla me

and let me know how is ya schedule like and we can arrange. gotta be soon though else it will never come to it.

 

Holla readyletsgo,

yeah i haven been knowing how you are lately. hope things are good and yes i am gonna update it now. cheers to

ya man. 

[Crumplerboi]

Getting hotter adek. Don't keep us on tenterhooks.

Go for it!!!

 

Holla Abang Yas,

hahahah yes apologise for that, i could not locate the diary for the next post and the online blog

was somewhat or rather inaccessible. so pardon me on that, im going to be in arab often so if ya

around drop me a text aite 

[Crumplerboi]

Chapter 21

 

I looked at the tent forming against his boxers and swallowed my saliva. Deep inside I was like “My gosh, this Martin, how many times does he wants to go for in a single night?” I just pretended not to see anything till he stood in front of me with his tent pointing to my face.
 

I looked up; “What?” as I watched him smiling cheekily. Martin kept winking his eyes to hint me that he wanted another go at it.

 

“Your eyes got dust in it? Blink blink, crazy ahh?”

 

“OIE!” he blurted out and grabbed my head shoving it right to his crotch. I pretended to put up a struggle and wanting him to release me from his grip. You know where one thing led to another and eventually it ended up with me cumming in him.

 

“I miss it when you thrust it deep in and it hits my G-spot. That feeling where you are about to climax but it is stuck in between,” his words prior to the raunchy activity we just had.

 

I smiled and could not help myself but laughed at him, “Martin you are gay confirm, like to be fucked deep and feeling like cumming all.”

 

Martin laughed it off and we eventually dozed off. When I woke up the next morning, 33 missed calls and 21 SMS. I knew whom it was from so I went to the balcony and punched in Vic’s number. There was no answer so I called his home instead.

 

 

Me: Hello, Vic around?

Sis: Aaron? Nope he did not come back last night. I thought he went to meet you after he went Leonard’s place?

Me: Yup it’s me sis, well nope he did not meet me. Guess he might be called up back to work for duty or something. It’s fine, thank you anyway.

Sis: You sure ya ok? Doesn’t sounds like it, anything you wanna tell me?

Me: Nahx, all is cool. Just wanna know where Vic is since he called me umpteen times. All right see you when I see you sis.

Sis: Ok Aaron, goodbye and take care.

 

 

And the line went dead. I clenched my phone tightly and brace myself for these wandering thoughts. I wanted to think of positive scenarios but after going through issues in life, one can never think positive when situations like this arises. We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking. But for myself to change my thinking and not think about such scenarios, can be done but with much difficulty.

 

We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something isolated from the rest. A kind of an optical delusion of consciousness. This mirage is a kind of reformatory for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few individuals nearest to us. The universe doesn’t give us what we asked for with our thoughts. It actually gives us what we demand with our very own actions. And that unsettled feeling I have been having the whole night, I knew something had taken place. A pair of hands wrapped itself around my waist, as I was lost in my train of thoughts.

 

“Morning sunshine” as two lips locked against each other.

 

“What’s wrong Aaron?” Martin asked.

 

“Nahx, nothing. Just thinking of some stuff. You wanna head out for breakfast? And besides, I need to head home and get my stuff for camp. I should let you spend the Sunday on ya own in any case you have anything that is to be done” I told him.

 

Martin strengthened his gripped on me and did not say a word. Both of us hastily washed up and went for breakfast at Adam’s road food centre. That one dish which is a must to have is the Soto Ayam. The chilli was bad for morning stomach but the good food of Singapore just keeps you munching. In between eating our food, we talked bout our campmates and each other’s life. Martin was sensitive enough to never cross the topic of Vic Henry. Each time I deviate the topic to matters of the heart, he will subtlety change it to another. That was how caring Martin is as an individual even though he was an ex. Before, I had always envisioned that when two people choose to go their separate paths, a common identity could never be forge ever again. Due to the fact that I have seen many couples who went their separate ways and was never on talking terms. Not all though, there are handful that can uphold the friendship like Martin and myself. Others just pass it through for the sake of occasions or close friends.

 

Martin would always converse about how much he wanted to be in a band and one day does gig with MTV. Well he did achieve that and looking at him now, you just have to believe and work hard towards your goal. Martin is ecstatic now, travelling around the region and performing for MTV. If anyone were to be happy for him it would definitely be myself because during our NS days, he would talk bout it non-stop. His now partner, Daphne, is an air-stewardess. So both are elites in their own fields and are happy with their respective careers. I am still waiting for the day to walk Martin down the aisle as his best man, which will be taking place pretty soon.

 

“Ever thought of getting hitched?” he asked in between sipping on his bandung.

 

 

“To who?” I replied.

 

 

“My mother can?!” sarcastic enough was his answer. I just love to irritate him when Martin asked a redundant question.

 

 

I laughed at his response and gave a shrug. “You never know Martin. Maybe I will get married to her and you gotta call me Daddy” I teased Martin.

 

He crushed some ice in his mouth and use the straw to shoot little projectiles of ice towards me. “DO not be disgusting can. I cannot imagine you as my dad, you would be crawling to my bedroom every night!”

 

I threw the packet of tissue that was on the table. “Fuck off Martin it be more like you coming into the bedroom and looking for me. Anyway, I don’t know man. Perhaps one day in some distance future. The idea of having a family, kids and of course waking up to that one person whom you gonna be with till you breathe ya last. It could be Victoria but she turned lesbian. It could be you or maybe some other guy.”

 

 

“Kids wise, how?” he did not battered an eyelid asking that as though it was some form of miracle.

 

 

“Through my ass of course” I laughed at him. “You idiot, I can always adopt or get a surrogate mother. Costly but I am sure both of us can figure it out somehow. Folks wise, it would not be an issue either. You know how mummy and daddy is they are pretty open about such stuff” I told him.

 

 

Martin continued munching on the ice and smiled sheepishly in between trying to get the ice from the bottom of the cup and looking at me.

 

 

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

 

 

Martin did not say a word but just smiled. We were walking to the car when he mumbled something but I could not make out the words he was saying. I was busy texting mummy telling her I am coming home to get my stuff for camp and if she was around. I felt his hands rested on my thigh and when I turned around he smiled.

 

 

“Aaron…”

 

 

For the longest time ever, I missed that smile of his. “Yes Martin?”

 

 

“Let me send you to Brani tomorrow morning from my place? Just spend another night with me will ya?”

 

 

I was pretty hesitant whether to accept or reject his request. On one part, I feel like a total ass for not being by Vic Henry’s side for the past two days. But another part of me feels unease after what I found out he did. I told Martin that if he were not around I would go back to his crib but if Vic was around, I will stay put. Martin sends me back to my folk’s lair to get some stuff for camp the following day. Upon reaching Novena Suite, Martin insisted that he accompany me up. I did not wanna make matters worst between myself and Vic Henry but Martin was persistent that I could not bring myself to quarrel with him over such trivial matter. My heart was racing as I pressed the lift button, the theory of what if this and what if that flooded my mind. As I reached Vic Henry’s lair, I saw unfamiliar footwear outside. I tried comforting myself and assure that maybe he has a pair over at his mums and I did not see it before.

 

As I entered the house, a familiar figure was sitting on the sofa sipping on a can of coke wearing only a bathrobe and watching SpongeBob. That individual focused his attention on me and was in awe.

 

 

“Err hey hi Aaron, I was just dropping by to take some stuff and yeah washed up before…” I cut Leonard short of him finishing whatever he wanted to say.

 

 

“Listen Leonard, no explanation needed brah. All is cool and I understand. You just happened to drop by to take your stuff and happened to wash up and at the very moment I happened to come back and happened to see you, which concludes you to explain what had occurred. Cool man it is all cool, no biggies, my mum always tells me to give away unwanted stuff to the needy.” All this while I did not realised Vic Henry was standing behind me. Martin was waiting for me outside so he never noticed the commotion until Vic landed a slap on my face.

 

 

“WHY the fuck are you so rude to Leonard?” he shouted at me.

 

 

I was in rather shocked than surprise at his actions. At that point, Martin already stood by the doorway and looking at what has transcended. I hinted to Martin to stay out of the situation.

 

 

“So this guy over here is more worth it than me that you had to slapped me in the face ehh Vic?!” I inched closer to him. “If you feel that this bastard is still in that fucking heartless heart of yours, why the fuck did you chase me ever since my JC days. So you had issues, you go on looking for a replacement instead of working things out with him.” At that point, it really triggered something within him that he choked me with one of his hands and beckons me against the wall. Martin was already ready to pounce on Vic but I gestured him once again to stay out of it.  

 

 

“Martin, stay the fuck out of this please!”

 

 

“But…” his voice got louder.

 

 

“No buts Martin, just stay outside please?” I begged him.

 

 

I then turned to face Vic Henry and stared at him in the eye. “So you want me to call the cops and let them know that you assaulted me?”

 

Vic Henry smiled and retaliated; “So you want me call the cops too for trespassing into my property?”

 

Sometimes I am amazed at how dumb he can be. I took out my phone and showed Vic the text in regards with him asking me to come into his apartments with the keys that he left with me, which bears my initial. Vic Henry backed down after I showed him the text and I told him lets trash this out. So there we are, four of us on the sofa after a heated argument.

 

Vic Henry opened up the topic first; “So where were you when I called? Fucking Martin?”

 

 

“Look this is between the both of us. Don’t drag others into it. Just tell me one good reason why you have to lie and could not tell me the truth that you were going over to your ex’s crib? I told you from the very first day we got together that if you do not have any feelings for me or find someone of a better caliber, go ahead. Why do you have to lie?!” I threw the question at Vic Henry.

 

 

“And by what proof you have that I was over at his place?” Vic sounding confident that I did not have any solid evidence he was at Leonard’s crib.

 

 

I smiled and gave a friendly tap on his shoulder. “Eh fucker, I can be nice if a person treats me like a fellow human being. But, I can be nasty if that person treats me like a fucking moron. You want me to call your sister now and verify the details?”

 

Vic Henry kept mum after I told him that. He knew that I was running him down with facts and he could not rebut anything I said. But being he, Vic did not throw in the towel easily. He deviate the whole topic onto another level and asked gave me the most ridiculous response of all.

 

 

“So what if I was at his place, so what if I slept with him. Leonard is my ex after all” he exclaimed saying it as though there was no wrong in it.

 

 

Martin interrupted by giving a“tsk tsk” reply while texting on his phone. I nudged at him to keep quiet and not interrupt.

 

 

“Vic Henry, I never knew your definition of a monogamous relationship is to have sexual encounters with your ex. Woah… know what man, you just took the definition of mono onto a whole new level. So you willingly admit that you slept with Leonard and did “something” when you guys met?”

 

 

“I just say so what if I did. It does not conclude to anything or proves that I slept with Leonard” Vic explained.

 

 

“Aaron…” Leonard suddenly out of nowhere blurted out my name. ‘I am sorry for doing this to you, but it just happened during the spur of moment. It was unintentional, honest”

 

 

“WOW! You both!” I wanted to act surprise but deep down it hurts so bad that I did not want to shed a tear for this bastard sitting in front of me.

 

 

“We didn’t!” as Vic tried to deviate the conversation away from Leonard.

 

 

“Hey Assholes, look. So what if you both screwed each other yesterday night. No big deal man. I have seen worst during my ex’s birthday so something taking place that is not within my view, all is cool man. Vic Henry, at least have the balls to admit when you do something not when you get caught. Especially not by me Vic, wrong move. I fucking opened up my heart to you and in return I get empty promises? How bout I shove a two by four up the shit hole of ya both?” Martin was already beside me placing his shoulders around me in an attempt to comfort me. I brushed his hands aside and went into the room to pack my stuff. It took me less than five minutes to dump everything into my haversack.

 

I signaled to Martin that we are leaving and as I was putting on my shoes, Vic Henry was standing at the hallway with tears in his eyes.

 

 

“Aaron…” he called out to me.

 

 

“I am sorry” was the only words coming out from his mouth, sounding apologetic.

 

 

“Yeah sure Vic, I forgive you. I always forgive others for their mistakes no matter how harsh it is to myself. For you to slap me in front of our ex’s, that is so loving of you.”

 

 

“Just for the record Vic, we are tied one each. I slept with Martin yesterday and things did happen I admit. I will not apologise for it because apologising won’t do any of us any good. I shall see you in camp tomorrow, Squad leader!”

 

 

Vic quickened his steps and grabs my arm.

 

 

“Let go Vic…!”

 

 

“What about us?” he asked.

 

 

I let out a sigh and turned to him; “You still want to talk about us after what you just did to me back there? Vic, you know all of that has taken place is going into my diary eventually and when I read it years after, this memory will still stay fresh in my mind. You go figure what is left of us Vic. I am tired of individuals coming to me saying I love you and months down the road, breaking up with me. And the reasons never resonates to even being logical” I was actually hinting this to Martin as well.

 

In the car back to Martin’s crib, there was a definite silence. The song by A1 same old brand new you played on the radio.

 

 

“Because of you, I guess we’re though.

Is this the way it has to be?

I’ve been a fool.

A fool for you,

But I’ve got better things to do than let you walk all over me”

 

 

Exactly the comforting words I needed to hear at that very moment. Martin was still keeping his eyes on the road not saying a word or anything. I guess he feared it might just escalate the whole situation further. At the junction a traffic light, he typed something on his phone and the next moment my phone beep.

 

“You wanna grab a bite or drink?” was his text to me.

 

I turned around and looked at him in disbelief. “Martin you could like talk to me ya know, I am just beside you if you haven notice”

 

He smiled and laughed at me.

 

“What is so funny?”

 

“Relax aite, don’t be so angst. I am not the one who slept with an ex here. Chill will ya Aaron? You looked as though ya gonna murder someone pretty soon”

 

“You bet I will Martin”

 

“So where you wanna head to now. Like wanna clear your head of all the unpleasant stuff and maybe grab a drink. Or you just wanna head back and rest? I’ve seen and read bout the shyt you go through, how you managed man?”

 

I let out a sigh, “Well you see Martin, in life you meet different kinds of people and go through different situations where sometimes, you can just either break or make it. The foulest kind of individuals are those who constantly trying to bring you down or pull you apart just because they could not get things done their way. They envy you for the house you have, the amount of moo you have and even the life you are leading. These people cannot accept that someone else’s life is better off than theirs. Instead of using them as a role model, they prefer to run the person down. And there are those fair weather individuals who choose to have selective thoughts. They choose to believe that a coin has only one side and not two. To me, I accept everyone as they are. Fat, thin, big, small, hair, balding or even douchebags, they are my fellow human beings after all. I mean like I don’t spend my life sitting behind a computer all day long and crave for attention of others.”

 

Martin was laughing at my last sentence and commented that we both know of an individual who would spend all day long being in the chat room and craves attention. He would jump at any chance to meet anyone who is up for it and even offer his chauffeur services no matter what is the distance.

 

“I pity him Aaron…” Martin mentioned.

 

“He only has himself to blame man. Already reaching the halfway point in his life and yet doing such errands. Maybe he just needs constant filling to his void, just like you and me. Although we do it differently and not drive people around or fetching them.”

 

I was contemplating between having a drink or just sleep the whole thing off. It was rather annoying yet there is this little part of me where it hurts. Sometimes it takes heartbreak to shake us awake and help us see that we are worth so much than what we are settling for. They say letting go is hard, but on a personal note, holding on is way harder. Life will break you at one point of time. Not one person can shield you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to tell yourself to love. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. One day when you are shattered, deceived, left, hurt, let yourself sit by the shore and let the waves hit you in heaps, losing their strength as it hits the shoreline. Tell yourself your braved the incoming waves as strong as you could.

 

“Could we just head home, watch some movies and rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long week in camp for me. We are having range and jetty jump, so I just wanna get ample rest for the day” I told Martin.

 

“All right sweetheart, your wish is my command,” as he drove us back to his crib.

 

I was switching between channels on cable while Martin went about with his errands in the house. He came to join me moments later with a bowl of popcorn. Martin had this L shaped sofa in his living room so I took the corner where I can stretch my leg out. He was sitting beside me texting someone and having popcorn in between. I did not realise that I fell asleep on his shoulders while we were snuggling. I woke up and the sky was already dark outside. Must have been so tired that I dozed off there and then. Martin was still beside me and I had drooled on his shirt.

 

“Quite a drool you have there Aaron” Martin making fun of me.

 

“Oh hey sorry bout that, I must have been so exhausted that I fell asleep while we were snuggling. And yeah bout the drool, my bad man.” I shy away from the embarrassing moment.

 

Martin held my chin and inched closer to me as he landed a kiss on my lips. “Now now Aaron, don’t have to be shy bout all that. I am glad you could sleep comfortably in my arms. Hey you hungry or something? I was thinking of ordering pizza. I have booze in the fridge. We could watch soccer at the same time, what ya think?”

 

I was still feeling groggy in between just waking up and his suggestions. I just nodded with my eyes closed and landed back into his arms. Martin was playing with my hair when his tone suddenly got serious.

 

“Aaron, can I ask you something?”

 

“Mmmmm ya, what up?” I asked.

 

“You gotta sort out your issues with Vic you know. Can’t leave things hanging and let it die down. When all is good you both get together but then issue arises, quarrels will be inevitable. It will then become a vicious cycle which in time will wear not only the both of you out but also the relationship.  Imagine years after when or if you guys eventually separate, what will become of the friendship? I’ve heard from others how nice you were back during ya college days and how the turn of event let you to become this bastard today. But Aaron, some things are worth holding onto rather than running away from it, right?”

 

I wanted to there and then tell Martin to just shut the fuck up and not dampen my mood any further, It is bad enough I was slapped by Vic in front of him and Leonard. But deep down, I told myself to be more rational in my actions and Martin meant well. I stood up and positioned myself on his lap and held his face with both my hands.

 

“Now look here Mister physical instructor, I really appreciate the kind thoughts and giving me advice. I could not thank you enough for being there with me through all this shit man. I really appreciate it; I do from the bottom of my heart. But hey listen here aite, I know what I am doing and I have gone through this phase before. And you yourself mister, you hurt me before once too. Remember your words, which pierced through my heart like a sharp blade. You know how wounding that was to me? It hurts mother fucking loads man but I cast all the ill feeling towards you aside and decided that things would be better after. So no biggies on my issue with him aite, in due time I shall sit down with him when he is all cool down and thrash things out…” I assured Martin.

 

Martin looked at me and shake his head, “I certainly hope you know what ya doing Aaron. It sucks to see someone close to go through such ordeal.”

 

I assured Martin that everything would turn out fine and I know exactly what I am doing with my life and my relationship.

 

“If you insist Aaron, if you say so. But for now I am sure what I want,” he smiled.

 

Martin pushed me to the side so he could lie on top of me. “This is what I want for now,” as he started bury his mouth into mine. It was a short span when we were interrupted by the doorbell. Martin looked up to the monitor on the wall and mentioned that it was the pizza boy.

 

“Why don’t you ask him to join…” I laughed as he got up to answer the bell.

 

“Not into Mats Aaron”

 

“HAHAHAHA then what am I?” I asked him.

 

“You different, you MatBeng…” he laughed.

Edited May 18, 2014 by Crumplerboi

[hairy springroll]

Awesome stories

spend the whole of yesterday going thru full 13 pages

as I was reading

My own memories n experiences seems flooding back

those were the best

[Yas1950]

Wow Bro its starting to get a little violent and drama. A long read.

But interesting. Its very riveting. Can't stop reading until the end of the

episode.

Well done Bro! Also thanks for the head's up........

XXXXX

[JunKai]

L.O.V.E.D. I.T.

 

pleaseeeeee continue and continue to message~

[Guest kt]

Nice story! Though I understand how painful it was for you.

[Guest nonhomelyperson]

^{Thanks for sharing with us your stories.}

^{I really missed the times when I still talked to him.}

^{Even missing the times we quarrel or just simply giving cold treatment to each other.}

^{Those moments are the times where we still behaved like couples and were close to each other.}

^{But old times will never return. . .}

[Guest amos]

Im lost, so is martin gay?

[sky_raven]

Hi Aaron,

i am new here. i read the few chapters of your stories and i got instantly hooked haha.

i can relate to some and some of them would just pierce me through the heart.

i really like how you convey the stories in a very interestig way...

kudos to you!!!

Edited June 25, 2014 by sky_raven

[Guest Guest]

Im lost, so is martin gay?

Martin can't be str8 la. Really str8 guys or curious str8 ones may sex with a guy but they usually do not like to kiss on the lips, they don't like to oral other guys (of cos they let others oral them) and they never never allow another guy to anal them. If they do or enjoy any of these above acts esp anal, he is confirmed a closet case.

[rawbean]

Wow. I just finally caught up to.this final chapter reading since ytd.

Thanks for.sharing The story.

[Crumplerboi]

Awesome stories

spend the whole of yesterday going thru full 13 pages

as I was reading

My own memories n experiences seems flooding back

those were the best

 

 

L.O.V.E.D. I.T.

 

pleaseeeeee continue and continue to message~

 

Holla hairy springroll,

 

I actually had springroll just before i log on and it got reminded me of your nick haha. Hello there how has it been?

Thank you for going through my story from the byrant chapter up till now. I know i have been a little slow in updating

and such but there will be a chapter 22 tonight  well hope to catch up w ya over coffee or tea and maybe i can sit

and listen to your part. Well have a lovely weekends ahead aite ~

 

Holla JunKai,

 

How has camp been? Been extinguishing loads of "fires" lately yeah haha. Yes i will drop you a message just changed

phone so hang in there aite. Take care as always 

[Crumplerboi]

Wow Bro its starting to get a little violent and drama. A long read.

But interesting. Its very riveting. Can't stop reading until the end of the

episode.

Well done Bro! Also thanks for the head's up........

XXXXX

 

Holla Abang Yas,

 

Wow it's been quite sometime since we last talked to each other. I guess our busy schedules always clashed and we did not

manage to catch up. I am still waiting for the tea session w you and marky haha. Marky seems to be busy too and i haven seen

him around lately. Ok big bro, hope ya doing good and taking care of your health. Remember i am just a call away 

[Crumplerboi]

Nice story! Though I understand how painful it was for you.

 

 

^{Thanks for sharing with us your stories.}

^{I really missed the times when I still talked to him.}

^{Even missing the times we quarrel or just simply giving cold treatment to each other.}

^{Those moments are the times where we still behaved like couples and were close to each other.}

^{But old times will never return. . .}

 

Holla kt,

 

Thank you and Thank you for taking time to read my story. well and thank you for feeling me man appreciate it loads.

chapter 22 is gonna be up later so smell ya around soon aite  :clap:

 

Holla nonhomelyperson,

 

hey hey there, some reminiscences going on there yeah. well *hugs* i know how sometimes certain things we see or

read can actually trigger something from the past. I know how it's like giving cold treatments or having a quarrel w

your partner and making out days later. I know sometimes when you looked back, it seems silly and such but sometimes

there are the memories which you can looked back and put a smile on that face. am sure you are a strong individual and

you have moved on w life. Take care my dear friend   

[Crumplerboi]

Im lost, so is martin gay?

 

 

Martin can't be str8 la. Really str8 guys or curious str8 ones may sex with a guy but they usually do not like to kiss on the lips, they don't like to oral other guys (of cos they let others oral them) and they never never allow another guy to anal them. If they do or enjoy any of these above acts esp anal, he is confirmed a closet case.

 

Holla amos,

 

initially i had a hard time figuring that out too but eventually i sorta figured it out throughout the years. at that period maybe he is bisexual or 

perhaps he was looking to discover another side of him. but whatever the orientation is, i am very happy for him as he is walking down the aisle

this august and i will be his bestman so yup. thank you for reading aite and have a pleasant weekend 

 

Holla Guest,

 

I respect your views or maybe what you might have encountered or such with a straight guy or curious guy or such but let us not generalised. 

Perhaps some of them, not all, would prefer kissing or such and maybe some do not. whatever it is, to each his own. maybe just maybe martin 

is a closet case but i did score a goal there haha  thank you guest for lending us your knowledge on this topic i appreciate it man. 

[Crumplerboi]

Hi Aaron,

i am new here. i read the few chapters of your stories and i got instantly hooked haha.

i can relate to some and some of them would just pierce me through the heart.

i really like how you convey the stories in a very interestig way...

kudos to you!!!

 

 

Wow. I just finally caught up to.this final chapter reading since ytd.

Thanks for.sharing The story.

 

Holla sky_raven,

 

well let me first you welcome to the forum though you might have already been here for quite sometime by

the time i reply to you haha but hey, HELLO!

 

Thank you really from the bottom of my heart to actually take time to read my share. I really appreciate it when

one can relate or can feel what i have shared. it really makes the sharing all more worth while. I will see you around

soon mister so meanwhile do take care and enjoy the week ahead 

 

Holla rawbean,

 

haha how long did you take to read all of the chapters i am just curious? well there would be chapter 22 in a bit

as Starbucks here has pretty unstable network so bear with me. Thank you for reading Mr rawbean, catch you 

around 

[Crumplerboi]

Chapter 22

 

“You ordered for twenty people to eat?” I looked at Martin and the spread of food he had opened up and placed on the table.

 

He laughed, smiled and looked at me; “Well am sure there would be loads of exercising after the meal.”

 

“Oh shut up Martin, you are one horny rabbit.”

 

With that he tackle me onto the sofa and tried to “rape” me. I put up a struggle, well not really struggle but just playing his games and pretended not to want it.

 

“Ehh ehh F.I, I wanna eat cause I is hungry,” I told Martin.

 

We spend the evening away watching soccer and stuffing our faces with food. When the soccer match ended, it was close to about midnight. I was not feeling tired perhaps due to the short rest I had earlier on and me drooling of course. I saw Martin was busy texting on his phone when I interrupted him. Turns out he was texting Daphne about plans on Wednesday night for movie. It is good that they are building back their once strained relationship and also it could keep him occupied while I had to stay in. I found my phone on the side table and decided to text mom goodnight when a text came in.

 

“You asleep?”

 

I replied with much hesitant; “No, sups?”

 

“Want me to grab you and head to camp together tomorrow? =)” Was the reply.

 

“No, see you in camp” was my reply and before I can put down my phone, it rang.

 

It was Vic Henry, at that moment of time I could not even be bothered with him. But honestly, I was lying to myself. I still care and he is still my boyfriend. What had transcended was something both of us had a part to play in. No I was not angry with Vic Henry because he slept with Leonard. It was more of a disappointed feeling where you gave everything to that one person and end up stuffing it up your own shit hole. On my part yes I do admit willingly that I should not have went ahead with Martin no matter what the circumstances were. It does not matter if Vic had slept with Leonard or not because in this situation, both were equally mistakable. I ignored his calls and just switch off my phone.

 

I told Martin that it is getting late and I had to be in camp by nine so we should call it a night. His mind was somewhat somewhere else perhaps with Daphne because when I said that he just nodded. Martin came joining me in bed bout half an hour later. He explained that Daphne called and they were just catching up. I told him that it does not matter who calls him and I do not see the need to be updated.

 

“Awww someone is jealous,” as he pinched my nose.

 

I pushed his hands away and turned the other direction; “Oh shut up Martin, I am tired I wanna sleep.”

 

Martin has this habit of sleeping naked. Don’t ask me why and it is certainly not because his room is hot or the weather gotta do with it. He will sleep with the air-conditioner at its lowest plus the fan. I sometimes pity Daphne how can she tahan the cold or maybe that is the reason why his blanket is so damn thick. Before I realise it, he was already beside me and his hands over my body, hugging me.

 

I talked to him with my eyes closed; “Ya naked aren’t you?”

 

All I heard was a giggle coming from him. He hugged me from behind and I could feel his manhood getting hard. Eventually, I felt breathing down my neck. Before Martin could move further I turned around and caught him.

 

“Rabbit, why so horny? Tomorrow can see your trainees, pick one out and “pump” em aite?” I bite his lips after saying that.

 

“Ouchhh. I am a professional when in the line of duty. I don’t let my personal feelings get into the way of my work!” Martin defended himself.

 

“Ya ya ya, if the SC bend himself over or just get on his knees to blow your dick, you would, wouldn’t you?” I bite his lips again after finishing my sentence.

 

“Ouuuchhh, stop it Aaron! How bout you become the trainee and I become your FI,” he suggested.

 

The light from the toilet illuminates his face a little. I can see this innocent young lad going through a stage in life where he is discovering. I know deep down, he still loves Daphne loads. At the same time too, I know that he is feeling the guilt of going on ahead with me and making me felt used. It was about time in life where I had to make sure he knows what he really wants. And it is also time for Vic Henry and myself to build our relationship. What is the point of me being together with him yet both of us are sleeping with our ex’s? It does not equate to anything habitual in the eyes of society.

 

I held his chin and put my hands on his face. “Martin…”

 

“Yes Aaron?”

 

“Thank you for being there during times when I needed a shoulder to cry on the most. Thank you for wanting to stand up for me in front of Vic and thank you for being a friend, an ex, all these while. But Martin, we got to have a closure in this. You and I, we cannot be constantly bedding each other behind our partners back, it is beyond being unfaithful.” I told Martin.

 

Martin rebutted, “But Aaron…”

 

I let out a sigh and focus my attention away from him. I was staring him back from his reflection from the mirrors above. I forgot to mention that Martin bedroom ceiling was all covered in mirrors. No idea why he wanted that but I guess for some raunchy activities haha. Anyway, I held his hands tight and began talking.

 

“You know what I have been through for the last one year, I do not even know how I survived it. Yes I do breakdown once in awhile, but every time I did that, something deep within is telling me to pick myself up and move on ahead with life. Martin, I want you to focus your TLC towards Daphne. She would eventually be someone whom you want to spend the rest of your life with. Yes I would still be around if you ever needed me. As of now, you have to make a stand on what you really want in your life. (And I was right; Daphne is going to me Martin’s wife pretty soon) It is not that I do not enjoy making out with you and such but what would that become of us? Sure we can still hang around and do normal activities, just not bed activities…” I joked.

 

Martin laughed and pondered long. “You know Aaron, one thing will lead to another and yes we did use our other “heads” to make decisions. But just know this Aaron, thank you for letting me experienced this portion of life’s excitement I would call it. Something I would not do it openly but that is not the whole point. The whole point is that you taught me something, which I can never learn by the books, and you made me experienced something I could not do openly with anyone else. I am glad I had this chance with you and know that every single moment of it was pure joy and happiness. I never hide my true feelings with you and yes I was protective of you. That will never change Aaron, so if anytime in future to come anyone who messes with my little boy here, they would get it from me…”

 

I could not contain my excitement when Martin mentioned that. I turned around and positioned my head on his shoulders with hands across his body, hugging him. There was not any sex after, we both slept peacefully throughout the night. It was when the alarm clock rang that it woke both of us up.

 

“Morning sunshine,” Martin was on top of me looking down on me.

 

“Morning Martin,” with my eyes half opened when moments later, I felt a familiar sensation.

 

I looked down and saw a head; it was Martin giving me heads early in the morning. I thought to myself, I am half asleep yet with a morning woody. The week might just go smoothly. I came in his mouth and reciprocated the favor and eventually he blew his load into mine. We both got ready and in between having small talks. From the tone of his voice, one way or another, he was still carrying the guilt of hurting me and leading me on. Umpteen times I assured him that it is water under the bridge and such things are a norm even in a heterosexual relationship. It was rather early to book into camp and Martin did not have PT lesson that morning so we stop by Seah Imm to grab breakfast. I mentioned to him that after breakfast I could take the shuttle bus in but he insisted on sending me into Brani.

 

We bid our farewells with a kiss. Honestly on my part it was rather hard to let him go maybe due to the fact that even though he hurt me once, Martin is still sticking around to make sure that I was okay. I did not notice that Vic Henry was with the regulars having coffee in the cafeteria when I walked in. He looked at me perhaps knowing that Martin had drove me to camp but perhaps otherwise. I walked pass him without saying hello or anything. Less than a minute later when I was going up the lift to our bunk when I received a text from him.

 

“So now I am invisible to you?”

 

I let out a sigh and shook my head. My fingers went around the keyboard and this is what came out; “I thought you strictly tell me to not talk to ya or even say hi or smile when you are around the regulars? So what now?”

 

I unpacked my stuff and changed into my PT attire. I hated the morning PT in Brani island. It is when the sun is coming up and we usually have our trainings near the jetty at the open space. You imagine running from one end to another and sometimes looking at those STS officer’s having their training just made the day a little better. I was sitting on my bed waiting for the rest to come in and get on with PT when I decided to write, hoping that time will pass faster and the day would just end quickly.

 

I looked out of my bunk and stared out into the sea before penning down my thoughts;

 

 

“Lost in the sea of confusion, I begin to doubt my actions as though I am being too anal. Did I ever take liberty against my own actions? Have I ever had any sympathy towards your feelings or if so will you ever realise it. You have always accounted me for my limitation. Think back and asked yourself nonetheless did I ever mention bout your flaws?

 

You always talked bout the future. How it is going to be as bleak as the paintings I drew. The future is determined by the present, just as the past determines the present. Make damn sure your future is not one of regret and disenchantment. I reminded you that time and again. And for now time passes by so much so that none of us realise it.

 

The haughtiness mixture of self-assertion was the best description. Laminating the piece of memory that was vague. You forced me to go against my will. How long more can I tolerate such mandatory behaviour from my other half? Being paradoxical is so absurd. One has a limited magnitude of resilience that he or she can hold onto.

 

You have succeeded in making me into a man whom loves without lust. Care without concern. And trust without any doubt. Often you forget that I am no ordinary boy next door. The more struggles you put me through, the sturdy and primed I get. Do not love me but detest me instead because that is what making you happy.

 

I guess sometimes I have to agree on the term love is blind. Often though we do not seem to glance into our partner’s flaws but instead what we perceive is just an illusion. But when we realise our other half shortcomings, it is too late.

 

Often we get frustrated and we yearn for something different. And when we do not attain that, feelings of being utterly lost would creep in. We become confused; we want to end it right now. Prospects of a brighter future are redundant.

 

What do we do? Where do we go from here?

 

Encouragements grow into noises we want rid of, care and concern perceived as lies from expedient friends. And then we start to consider. If we could choose an easy way out of this hysteria, would we do it?”

 

 

You know that feeling you have when someone is standing near you, the feeling of a presence but sometimes you thought it is just your mind playing tricks on ya. Nope it was not playing anything on me, Vic Henry was standing behind me looking at my writings.

 

“You sure do write like a girl. Why is it so tiny like can you even see?” he asked.

 

I turned around and looked at him, giving him a reluctant smile as though I was not happy enough to see him. I unzipped my haversack and place my diary into an inner compartment. The last time we had inspection during HTA time, my OC was surprised to see that at this era, there is still people who owns a physical diary.

 

The rest came in and we did our usual greetings. We were divided into three rooms consisting of a room, which has all NSF, another a mix of regulars and NSF and the last one is where the female officer stayed in. We all get along pretty well and I mostly mix around with the Chinese boys. Recently I organised a gathering and had a good laughed how each of us has changed physically. And those we thought who was the decent ones turned out the most nonsense of the whole batch. As for me, the rest were laughing and teasing me how come I did not came out clean to them during my MPC days but instead just treat is like a “on a need to know only basis”. I explained to them isn’t it obvious enough when two guys sleeping with each other on a single bed, showering away from the normal toilets everyone else’s uses and doing every other things together. In returned, they told me that they suspected and knew but never dared to confront me solely on the reason of the iron chasing incident. I had mentioned it earlier in my past post for those who are wondering what transcended. But one thing I had to put my hat off to them is amongst the noisy club music, all of them came over and gave me a hugged telling me that six years was never going seven, they still love me.

 

Back to the story, we were told to run from one end of the jetty to the other. The thought of that was just dreadful. For one, I am never a fan of running or swimming so please do not asked me how I end up in coast guard. It was never my intended choice but I guess fate has it ways of playing games with us. During runs, I always stick at the back never to lead because it is such a pain in the ass. I ignored Vic Henry the whole morning well not until he was pacing beside me and smack my ass.

 

“Dafuq was that for?” I turned around and asked him.

 

“Why is my dardar ignoring me?” he smiled.

 

“Cause your dardar finds you being an A-Hole ain’t cool the slightest bit. What is up with the SMS earlier.”

 

“Someone send you to work today?” Vic questioned me with a tone as though I did something wrong.

 

“You want to start this again Vic?”

 

Before he could answer me, we were interrupted by someone shouting.

 

“MY GRANDMA CAN RUN FASTER THAN YOU GUYS” a voice echoed from a distance. It was our FI as usual, but Martin uses a different version. It goes something like this; “I CAN FUCK MY PARTNER THREE ROUNDS AND YOU GUYS STILL HAVEN FINISH YOUR 2.4” There was once Martin told me about this super gui lan SC which shouted back at him when he said that. The SC was like, “Sir, you fuck your partner or you kanna fuck?” I could not help myself and laughed when he told me that, that poor chap was punished severely by Martin that he goes quiet whenever he sees him.

 

Daryl one of my closest bud shouted back at our FI. “If your grandma can run faster than us, you call her run lah!”

 

And for that we had to run another 3 more rounds and punished with push-ups and sit-ups. You know sometimes these kinda things just makes your NS life more memorable doing all the silly things together and getting punish as a squad. That is why even till today, when we go drinking, when one of us down, the rest has to down. “One for all and all for one”

 

After PT was usually followed by class something, which I don’t look forward to. Topic of the day was to learn the different flags out on sea onboard vessels and to know their meanings. I am never one to sit in a classroom and listen to whoever is talking in front. I will either fall asleep or my attention will be somewhere else. Vic was seated beside me as usual. We both were inseparable that it was obvious we were a couple.

 

“Assignment for next book out would be to draw and name all the flags that I went through with you officers today,” and with that the instructor ended our lesson. I walked slowly out of the classroom towards the cafeteria. Honestly, the food that was catered to us sometimes had some unexpected visitors sitting around. I did not feel like eating neither was I in the mood to actually spend time with Vic Henry. Countless times he texted me but I just told him that I was not feeling well. I grab something light and proceeded back to our rooms.

 

Flipping through the pages of my diary, I began writing;

 

 

“Most of us probably would not admit to this, but the one vital essence of life, something that keeps us going each day is the relationships we have with other people. Be it on the platonic level, the love for our parents or that one special person. The times when you think that living another day is hardly possible, these are people who will pick you up, pat you on the back and say "It's alright dear. You and me, we will go through this together."

How magical these words are.

In the past, I thought I could never really trust others. I never fully understood promises of those who gave me their words because I knew I would not be able to bear the hurt of betrayal and duplicity. Because in a world like this, it leaves one questioning whether honest help and attention truly exists, or is it just a selfish plan for their own benefits.

I was overly suspicious of everybody's intentions, and at every display of concern and care I'd be sceptical and always discrediting their motives. But I was wrong. Oh, what foolish assumptions.

There is this recent revelation that has come about recently, and I'm really glad I finally realised this. That indeed, there is people who care. People whom actually express genuine concern. No, they were never scheming in lies and hypocrisy. It saddens me greatly to have ever doubted all that, and to this I can only beg of your forgiveness. No longer will this issue continue to persist, and if it does hereafter, you are permissioned to slap me. I'll even thank you.

To all my friends, I really have to say this. I love you guys, and after today I will only keep appreciating you people more and more over past scepticism. To my parents, I know you have read my blog once or twice Mum. Thanks for everything; the joys of reconciliation were never so consciously felt. Thank you both also for the understanding of my purposes and reasons for being different.

 

And to that special someone, thank you for always being there. For all the endearment and affection you have so abundantly given.

 

You are dearly missed.”

 

 

With that last sentence, I gobble down my final bite of sandwich and took a sip of the tea I bought from the cafeteria earlier. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked out of the door to the balcony. It had me thinking if I was still yearning for Martin’s attention or was I just using Vic Henry as a rebound. Either way, it was not healthy on anyone’s part. As much as I love Martin, I would want him to settle down with Daphne. As for Vic Henry, I never thought being with a policeman was such a chore. It could not get any easier when he is keeping tabs on my movements and seeing him literally 24/7 was more of a horror than romantic, or sweet to me.

 

That afternoon, our jetty jump was cancel due to the heavy rain. We could not even do training on board the mock ship due to safety reasons so we had the whole afternoon to ourselves. Vic Henry as the squad leader had to sort out the bed sheets and pillow covers. He asked me to assist him with it, which I was reluctant at first but gave in after he pleaded with me.

 

So there were we, two guys in the storage room fill with blankets, bed sheets and pillow covers. I was sitting against one of the lockers while Vic sorted out what was needed for the squad. In between his chores, he tried making small talks with me but it did not get me talking. It was till he came over and stood in front of me that things got a level up.

 

“I’m Horny Dar…” he smiled while holding his crotch.

 

“Someone might just come in and catch us in the act. You are a regular for goodness sake don’t jeopardise your rice bowl for a moment of lust.”

 

Vic Henry went to the door and locks it.

 

“There, it’s done. Now no one can walk in on us…” he grinned. 

Edited July 21, 2014 by Crumplerboi

[rawbean]

Lol crumpleboi, sorry to say though u been through a lot, Im kinda jealous at all there action Ya getting ~

[Guest nnavi]

Thanks crumplerboi! Really love reading your "dairy" entries! They really give me hope when I was down after my break up, and reading all these chapters have made me look at my love life from a different angle! Kudos to you for being so brave to pen them down for everyone to read! Can't wait for your next chapter! Don't keep us waiting too long

[hairy springroll]

Holla hairy springroll,

 

I actually had springroll just before i log on and it got reminded me of your nick haha. Hello there how has it been?

Thank you for going through my story from the byrant chapter up till now. I know i have been a little slow in updating

and such but there will be a chapter 22 tonight  well hope to catch up w ya over coffee or tea and maybe i can sit

and listen to your part. Well have a lovely weekends ahead aite ~

 

Holla JunKai,

 

How has camp been? Been extinguishing loads of "fires" lately yeah haha. Yes i will drop you a message just changed

phone so hang in there aite. Take care as always 

Cool n welcome back

Sure catching up with coffee not a problem

u write faster I treat u more spring rolls lol

c u soon

thanks

[Marineboy]

Wow I am still wishing you will put it all together n sell this novel hopefully with some nice pics or illustrations..oops :oops:

You have the gift of telling your story so interestingly well.

 

Better still have a movie or drama version I will order 10x in support n make them as special gifts. ...I hope to have the pleasure to have some kopi time. Your stories n uniforms you wear all all my favourites hahahaha Thnx I enjoyed it all.

[KT-]

Hello! I am back!and glad to read your story again.

Tbh,you have been strong to survive all this years! So envy can!

Btw surprise that you are my fellow senior, just that we are from different div.

Anyway, hope to read more from you!

[Crumplerboi]

Lol crumpleboi, sorry to say though u been through a lot, Im kinda jealous at all there action Ya getting ~

 

 

Thanks crumplerboi! Really love reading your "dairy" entries! They really give me hope when I was down after my break up, and reading all these chapters have made me look at my love life from a different angle! Kudos to you for being so brave to pen them down for everyone to read! Can't wait for your next chapter! Don't keep us waiting too long

 

Holla rawbean,

 

ahahahah i am sure you rawbean had some actions too in your life maybe one which is more interesting than

mine :yuk: must share with me yours when we have the time to meet up for coffee yeah 

 

Holla nnavi,

 

"dairy" uhhh did i typo somewhere haha. Well big hug to ya man, i am glad my story had given you hope and 

let you look at love differently. well there would be an update in a bit i am replying to all the comments before

posting the next chapter up. cheers mate ~

[Crumplerboi]

Cool n welcome back

Sure catching up with coffee not a problem

u write faster I treat u more spring rolls lol

c u soon

thanks

 

Holla hairy springroll,

 

haha hello once again. Yup will do, just holla

me when ya available next week weekdays

sounds good. hahaha well i will say yes to the 

spring rolls but no hairy ones yeah haha. 

[Crumplerboi]

Wow I am still wishing you will put it all together n sell this novel hopefully with some nice pics or illustrations..oops :oops:

You have the gift of telling your story so interestingly well.

 

Better still have a movie or drama version I will order 10x in support n make them as special gifts. ...I hope to have the pleasure to have some kopi time. Your stories n uniforms you wear all all my favourites hahahaha Thnx I enjoyed it all.

 

Holla Marineboy,

 

hey hey hey, well maybe one day just maybe but not now. perhaps when i can find someone to assist me in

putting all of this together. i doubt so it can be on sale publicly else the next book to be ban would be mine haha.

not good at drawings maybe you can help me with that? or post in some of the photos in uniforms wahahaha 

 

thank you for the kind words as usual sir. i am still waiting for you to have coffee when ya available aite ~

 

movie and drama ehh so you have to make a special appearance in your uniform too? again? hahaha. which 

uniform and coffee, uniform and coffee sounds good. just holla me aite, till then my dear friend 

[Crumplerboi]

Hello! I am back!and glad to read your story again.

Tbh,you have been strong to survive all this years! So envy can!

Btw surprise that you are my fellow senior, just that we are from different div.

Anyway, hope to read more from you!

 

Holla KT-

 

i had a laugh when i read your back and glad as one word. i was figuring out what is backland hahah welcome

back my friend. well i have my down times and it is never pleasant to see it. full of emotions and well let us leave

that when we have a chance to do coffee or tea. I am your senior haha cool. so how many cycles have you done

so far? fill me in your juicy bits, well if there is any haha during your time in blue. Well i catch you sometime soon

and happy weekends 

[Crumplerboi]

Chapter 23

 

I looked at Vic Henry not knowing how to react. Being young and full of raging hormones, I would never pass such a kinky experience. But this was Vic Henry, the one whom had just slapped me few days back in front of Martin and Leonard. He walked closer to me with his crotch now at my face level. 

 

“Dar Dar…” he was touching his crotch and winking at me. 

 

I played hard to get and ignored Vic. One things for sure, fun in uniform and furthermore in camp, why not I thought to myself. Although the scenario of getting caught or someone walking in fears me, there is just this little imp in me which wants to be daring. 

 

I was taking note of which room has been given a fresh set of bed sheets and pillow covers when Vic Henry squad in front of me and pouted. 

 

“Don’t act cute lah cheebye!” I told him off.

 

“Oh my gosh, so rude,” he purposely made a little girls voice. “dar dar dar dar dar…”

 

“What?!” 

 

He planted a kiss on my lips, which I resisted by biting my lips and keeping it shut. Vic tried initially with all his strength with his tongue to get my mouth open but I would not react to it. He finally went for the crotch, which he grabbed with his left hand, and presses it. 

 

Before I can even let out an expression, Vic was already working on my mouth. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening, which he takes full advantage of, his tongue skillfully reconnoitering my mouth. I pushed Vic away from myself before he could proceed further, which got him sitting on his ass. He gave me a menacing smile, perhaps showing that he cornered me and there was no escape. I stood up and adjusted my uniform before heading towards the door. I was a tad too slow on that when he took action first. Vic Henry lunges at me, pushing me against the locker that I was leaning on earlier. Before I could even react, he got both of my hands in one of his dojo grip above my head, and he was pinning me against the locker using his hips. “Crap…” I thought to myself. His other hand grabs the back of my head with what little hair there was and tugs it down, bringing my face upwards. I was feeling rather confused at that moment of time. On one part, I find it kinda kinky to be actually treated that way but on another, I was annoyed that he had to force it on me. Who am I kidding, I thought he was just playing a fool but he continued. I was still putting up a struggle trying to break free from his grip. Vic started exploring my neck, at times tracing the surface of my skin with his tongue and at times giving little nibbles which does not feel little at all. 

 

“Someone has a habit of going commando yeah?” he commented while running his hands on my pants. It eventually gave me a hard on which made my dick dying to break free from my pants. Vic kept rubbing my crotch and jerking my dick while using his tongue to explore my neck still. 

 

I was honestly close to bursting my load off. I lessen my struggle and closed my eyes; I reached to the point of climaxing when suddenly he stopped. I opened my eyes and was trying to figure why the sudden halt. Vic Henry took a step back and was smiling back at me. I was confused at his expression but what he did next totally caught me off guard. 

 

He pushed me hard against the locker and used his right hand to choke me. Vic brought himself closer to my ears and whispered something. 

 

“That is for being unfaithful to me and this …” he went down on his knees, unzipped my pants and started giving me heads. It did not take me long to eventually blow my load into his mouth. Right about the moment when I was about to cum, I grabbed his head and pushed my penis deep into his mouth. 

 

“And that was for being unfaithful to me…” as I shoot my last load, grabbed him up and gave him a kiss on hiss lips. 

 

Vic Henry smiled and laughed at what had just taken place. “I need to change my boxers, I cum while sucking you.” 

 

We spend the evening doing our own things. I was reading up on the assignment we had to do for that week’s book out. I was dreading myself to memorise the different types of flags. Not even arrive to the ROR part and am already feeling my brains as though it is gonna burst any moment. I decided to take a breather and went out to the balcony. I tell you, that is the only place after a day of training that you can sit and just let the moment pass. Zubair, one of my bunkmates that is close to Martin, shortly interrupted that moment of pleasure I had alone. 

 

“Joy, doing what?” he asked. 

 

“Nothing much Joy, just feeling the moment. Done with your prayers?” I asked.

 

Zubair nodded and stood beside me, perhaps trying to feel the moment as well. When suddenly he blurted out something that was close to the heart; “How’s you and Martin? Still having a thing or two going on? Or has he reconcile and patch things up with Daphne?” 

 

I clenched my fist, bit my lips and went quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Sometimes good things have to come to an end Joy. At times, life has a cruel sense of humor too; like giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst possible time. We had our closure just days ago and there was sort of mini drama going back at Vic’s crib. I fill you in on that later but just so you know, yes he is picking up where he left with Daphne…” as my voice trailed off to the quiet surrounding.

 

Zubair came over to me and placed his hands around my shoulders. “Hey come here,” as he grabbed me closer to him and hugged me tight. “You know am open bout your sexuality and you can fill me in with anything. Martin is probably feeling some aftermath too so don’t suffer in silence aite my friend?” 

 

I reciprocated his hug and thank him for the kind words and listening ear. “Don’t worry Joy, everything is good. Time will eventually be the essence to heal all wounds. You know Joy, time goes by, life goes on, and I cannot be constantly thinking of why is he gone? In time, all things grow old and weak eventually crumbling out of existence. Joy don’t tell me you have not heard of love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never let go till we are gone. I always look for the good in everyone. I also give them a chance to be at their very best. More than often, I make an effort to handle my very own disappointment when they are not.” 

 

Zubair laughed at my last sentenced and we diverted the topic to something else. Soon it was time for lights-out and as usual, lights-out does not equate to sleeping or resting time for most of us. We either are on the line with our partners or some watching videos on their iPod. Our lockers are usually placed beside our bed, I would positioned myself to the corner of my bed where it meets my locker, prop myself comfortably, switch on my torch light and hold it with my mouth and began writing. Perhaps all those late night writing without proper lighting that is causing my poor eyesight. The week went on fine, other than myself being a spoilt brat getting away with all duties just because my bf is the squad leader. I know I know I should be more professional in camp but hey come on I always make sure the ball is in my court. 

 

That weekend when we book out, Vic Henry and myself went to visit a mutual friend, J who was hospitalised. 

 

“Hey Dar, did you tell J anything bout us?” 

 

I shook my head and continued playing snake on my phone. I did not even pay attention to his question or why was he asking me that. One thing bout Vic, he is damn bad at navigating on land. A normal twenty minutes journey would take him twice the amount of time just because he refuse to go by the suggested route I had given him. 

 

“PIE all the way down exit Simei Avenue would be fastest…” I told him. 

 

Vic Henry shook his head and decided that going through all the housing estates would be faster. “Suan liao, say don’t say, suggest don’t suggest also will not make any difference,” I told him. 

 

“That is why you love me right?” was his reply. 

 

I deliberately ignored his response and continued playing on my phone. When we reached the hospital, J already had visitors. We decided to grab him something below while he attended to his friends. By the time we finally managed to catch up with J, he was feeling rather exhausted. J asked Vic Henry to massage his legs because he was feeling sore or such. It was during that moment when Vic asked me to leave them awhile because he had something to talk with J. I just brushed it off, maybe some stuff between friends and perhaps it was not something for me to know. Vic Henry and myself had mutual friends from channel #AJ back in days where IRC was a main avenue for us to meet others. 

 

After half an hour or so, I received a text from Vic Henry to come up. So we did catch up a little asking about the rest how are they and such. And we were talking about the next chalet that was a yearly event during the era of AJ channel. There were really loads of juicy bits to that but let us save that for another time. Before we bid our farewell, J said something to me. 

 

“I might not talk to you for quite sometime so let me get over it and we shall talk eventually. Please don’t ask me what it is about as for now. Thanks!” 

 

That was it, just that one sentence. No head no tail not even the slightest clue what J was talking about. Even after he was discharged and we had gatherings, he would shun me away and treated as though I did not existed. I was puzzled at the same time; my curiosity got the better of me. I actually confided in Abang, but even he did not know what was going on. So there I was trying to figure out what wrong had I done to J. It was not after the following years chalet that he enlightened me in regards with the whole issue. 

 

It turns out that J had known Vic Henry from the channel way before the time he was chasing me during my college days. I was not aware of this fact that J was interested in Vic Henry. During that moment of time when we visited J at the hospital, Vic actually told everything to J. Vic knew that J had a liking for him but because of their disparity in certain aspects, Vic Henry could not accept J. Therefore, when J knew that I got attached with Vic Henry, J felt as though I had betrayed him. J felt that I should have not overtake him while he was chasing Vic Henry. Fact be told, I clarified to J that it was Vic Henry who is chasing me all this while. It would not equate to me being a betrayer to J because of the fact that I am not even aware of J having an interest for Vic Henry. I told J that if he really wants Vic so much, I would let him have his way but provided Vic Henry could reciprocate his feelings else a one-way street will hurt him further. 

 

“J listen man, if it would make things any better, I do apologies if it seems to you that I had crossed the line and cutting your path in pursue of happiness but listen man. We cannot love a person with an all accepting, surpassing and comprehending love without being wounded somewhat, without being disheartened, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot continue to be in love without being stronger than our shattered self. It is our wounds that have crafted in us a yearning to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.”

 

I could feel my insides sink, my knees too. I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. But this was heartbreak on a different scale. To actually cause heartbreak to a dear friend, that is totally something new, which I never want to experience ever again. I thought heartbreak was me; being hurt by Byrant and Martin, that was naught. This, this was a different heartbreak. It is heartbreak on a whole new level. The pain you feel in your chest, the ache behind your eyes. Knowing that the friendship will never be the same again. It is all relative, I deduce. People might think they know love, they think they know real pain, but we don’t. We don’t know anything.

 

“Look J, I have shared with you my side of the story. You know if I had the knowledge you were chasing Vic Henry, I would have took a step back and let you continue pursuing. But for you to actually toss away our friendship because of this misunderstanding, I do not see any rationality to it. Honestly speaking, if you are serious about getting together with Vic Henry, I let ya…” by this time, I was already feeling the guilt. I know I should have not but because I am the type of individual who treasures friendship like gold thus I would do things to see my friends smile and be happy. 

 

“You would do that? Touch your heart and say that it is not all just words to comfort a broken heart Aaron?” J responded. 

 

I nod my head and place my right hand on my chest; “You know I am a person of my words, if I say it out means I will do it for a friend. Look J, you know that one thing I value in my friends? It is their continuous existence…”

 

I left J to mingle around that evening with the rest. As usual there would be performance, drag show usually and one year we had the Para-Para dance. I went around doing my thing with Vic Henry but with the conversation I had with J at the back of my mind. It was a week later that the three of us met up for drinks. From the day I had the convo with J till the day of our meeting, I did not mutter a thing to Vic Henry. I was already prepared on the day itself to actually say my part and explained things to Vic Henry hoping that he would understand his friend better than me, since they knew each other way before I came into the picture. 

 

The rest of the guys had their own activities earlier thus joining us a little later. I still remember the establishment clearly; it was called “Newsroom Bar” no longer in operations now. We ordered the usual, the two of them was an ardent fan of beers while myself, I was more of a liquor person. We started the night catching up on the week’s happening and some juicy bits about the chalet we had earlier that week. It was after a few glasses that I begin to deviate topic to the more serious ones. 

 

“Hey guys, Vic and J listen, I have something important to talk bout. Now I understand sometimes in the pursuit of happiness or love, we sometimes hurt a few people along the way. Intentionally or unintentionally, it is part and parcel of the journey. At times, individuals will do anything and everything to have what they desire. But in between this pursuit, the people that you hurt could sometimes be someone dear to you…” 

 

Vic Henry halfway interrupted me because he thought I was drunk. Vic was one that could never hold his beer beyond one jug so it is kinda disappointing whenever I go out drinking with him. And yes, he has Asian flush which makes him look like he has having severe rashes all over his body. I did umpteen times reminded him that it was not healthy and such but he told me it was genetic and no worries. 

 

I continued my convo with them; “You see Vic, I was not aware that J had feelings for you. I did not know that he was actually chasing you during the period you were chasing me. It is like he is chasing someone who is chasing someone else. I don’t wish to make things complicated but as a friend, I am willing to make sacrifices for my friend’s happiness. Cause I treasure that bond I have with my friend more than anything else in this world. “

 

Vic Henry was the first one to react; “Lan jiao leh aaron, talking what sia? Cannot drink don’t drink lah, drink liao spout all this fucking nonsense. True anot J, see what happens when kids come out drinking with us!” 

 

J kept quiet, he did not react initially but after a min or so he blurted out; “It is not his fault Vic neither is the alcohol that is making him say all this. For someone to actually sacrifice something he holds on dearly to, for him to do all this for a friend, he is a keeper Vic. Treasure him although he is an asshole, but it is better to treasure an asshole who is a keeper rather than keeping an asshole who has no qualms about others.” 

 

I was puzzled at J’s response to the whole thing. Deep down, I figured that he would just jump onto the opportunity when it was presented to him. What I did not realise was, they both had a talk bout this matter and J told Vic everything that I said on the day of the chalet. So it was like a prank pulled on me, which was not funny by the way. But J explained that he was heartbroken and initially had feelings of anger towards me, but after some moments of trying to come to a rational decision, he was feeling better. 

 

“I just needed to make sure that Vic Henry would not be someone in the likes of Leonard,” coming out from J’s mouth. I told both of them off that no two people are the same in this world. They may wear the same clothes, may spot the same hairdo and may have certain aspects, which are similar, but two people will never be dead on similar to one another. 

 

J raises his glass up, “Here is a toast to my two very good friends...” 

Edited July 21, 2014 by Crumplerboi

[KT-]

Hello! I am so sorry for the making you misunderstand my reply!

Anyway I am clearing my first cycle in this August!

If possible let's chat by pm or some other platform? Would love to really get to make friend with you.

[member_757]

Followed ur post recently. Took me a few days to finish reading. You really have a gift for writing. Hoping to see ur next installment.

[Yas1950]

Very Interesting chapter, this latest one.

Keep it up Bro.

[sky_raven]

another nice story!!! i love reading it!!! keep it up!!! i really admire you sharing your ups and downs and learning alot from it.. kudos to you

[matty.JUN]

I cried reading your story...

Stay strong ok...=))

[Guest CuriousExec]

I hope that this can be written as a paperback.  So many lessons everyone can learn from this

 

You are a fantastic writer.

[Steffen]

I rarely visited BW and clicked on an obscure title Midnight Kayaks and read it till the wee hours. Thanks for the gripping account ... so much experience at so young an age.

Never knew Malan Rd campus had such juicy goings on. I guess we were more "saintly" in earlier cohorts ... Haaaa! Looking forward to your next installment.

[Guest YOMAMA]

WHY NO POST!!!!!

[Crumplerboi]

Hello! I am so sorry for the making you misunderstand my reply!

Anyway I am clearing my first cycle in this August!

If possible let's chat by pm or some other platform? Would love to really get to make friend with you.

 

 

Followed ur post recently. Took me a few days to finish reading. You really have a gift for writing. Hoping to see ur next installment.

 

Holla KT,

sorry i have been away and hopefully did not miss any of your

WA messages. Lemme check my phone and reply you aite. 

Hope your cycle in August was something pleasant. Catch you

around sometime soon aite ~

 

Holla member_757,

pardon me sir for the delay in my next instalment. work has rather

been occupying my time and i had other priorities to see to. The next

chapter would be up in a bit. catch you around soon ~

[Crumplerboi]

another nice story!!! i love reading it!!! keep it up!!! i really admire you sharing your ups and downs and learning alot from it.. kudos to you

 

 

I cried reading your story...

Stay strong ok...=))

 

Holla sky,

thank you for your kind words as usual. I have send you

a PM to arrange for coffee when both of us are available.

hope to hear from you soon. cheers man ~

 

holla matty,

awwww *hugs* dont cry aite, but if you need to, i shall

sit beside you and cry together haha. yup i am staying

strong although a lil worn out due to the strenuous schedule

i had. Thank you for reading ~

[Crumplerboi]

I hope that this can be written as a paperback.  So many lessons everyone can learn from this

 

You are a fantastic writer.

 

 

I rarely visited BW and clicked on an obscure title Midnight Kayaks and read it till the wee hours. Thanks for the gripping account ... so much experience at so young an age.

Never knew Malan Rd campus had such juicy goings on. I guess we were more "saintly" in earlier cohorts ... Haaaa! Looking forward to your next installment.

 

Holla CuriousExec,

well am in the midst of discussing things with a few people on it.

hopefully it can be launched by my birthday haha. thank you for

the kind words sir ~

 

Holla Steffen,

ohhhh another senior, haha like i get many hi's from seniors and 

juniors which is a delight. well you know how quiet sometimes 

malan campus can get during the evenings thus it is conducive for

such activities haha. nice to know another senior, so i will catch you

around soon. Up and On !!! 

[Crumplerboi]

Very Interesting chapter, this latest one.

Keep it up Bro.

 

 

WHY NO POST!!!!!

 

Holla Abang Yas,

you around in singapore or travelling(again) somewhere. we should

do a catch up session soon. it is long overdue haha. maybe a cuppa 

of hot teh would be good for some afternoons. Beep me up or holla me

and we arrange aite. cheers abang and taking caring as always ~

 

Holla YOMAMA,

hahaha ok YOMAMA i shall post in a bit aite. thank you for reading  :yuk:

[Crumplerboi]

Chapter 24

 

I left the both of them to catch up with each other and talked bout their stuff. I went outside and shortly after, the rest came. Told em that I needed to get some fresh air and I will join them in a bit. The rest of the night went on smoothly and we ended up at Maxwell for supper.

 

The following week, we had to attend a fire-fighting course. It was a three days crash course at Civil Defence Academy located at Jalan Bahar. The first day was all right, merely classroom stuff and introduction to fire fighting. We had to learn the basics of it in any case there was a fire on board our craft or attending to other vessels that has similar situation. The first day of activity was an outdoor one learning how to extinguish a man-made fire inside a wok like platform while carrying the fire extinguisher and running to it. Simple enough I suppose, what can be so hard carrying a full loaded extinguisher and running? Well I almost slipped and fell, because my mind was elsewhere haha. Anyway, it was during lunch that I met a few ex schoolmates at the canteen. Did a little catching up and they were telling me to look out for a “queen” that will parade down the mess every time he goes for lunch.

 

So there I was, waiting to see who was this “queen” they were referring to. It did not take long before I heard whistles and clapping from far. The “queen” has arrived and was parading down the mess towards where the coast guard officers were seated.

 

“Who is the officer by the name of Aaron?,” he asked. The rest pointed to where I was sitting with my fire-fighter friends and he sashayed towards me.

 

He came up to me and smiled. One of my friends, Yu Wen jokingly said that he was my scandal and the “queen” gave him a loud TSK. I did not think too much about why he was looking for me, maybe he had a message from my OC since Vic Henry was on MC during the first day of our fire-fighting course.

 

“You Aaron yeaahh?” he asked. I looked at his nametag and his name was Fitri.

 

“Yes I am sir, how can I help you?” I replied. From far, my officers were jeering at me and saying the mat beng so polite. I ignored them and asked Fitri again what was the issue.

 

He looked worried, with a sombre face while placing his hands on my shoulders. “I hope you are mentally prepared for this sir. Your grandmother just passed away moments ago. Your mother called your OC and he called us to inform you on this matter sir.”

 

I put down my utensils and walk towards the washing area to clean my hands. Few of them rushed over and asked if everything was all right. Eventually the news got to everyone and the whole squad went silent. Even though I was the notorious mat beng of the squad, we all stood by each other in times like this. I told them that I just needed some time alone and they should get back doing what was needed. I explained myself to the officer in charge and requested permission to sit out for the rest of the day. I explained to him that I did not want to endanger or get in the way of the rest in any matter if I did not focus during the training. He agreed and even offered to arrange for transportation home if I needed it. My OC gave me a call and he was sorry to hear of my lost. I requested for a time off to head home back but since it was already 4pm, the body would not be buried till the next day. Thus, my OC wanted me to only booked out the following morning since the burial is at Jalan Bahar and I can head straight to CDA after. I felt a little disappointed with him but I guess he was right, even if I go now, yes I could see my grandmother but what is the point of being sorry and crying endlessly. That evening, I received a call from Vic Henry when we were on the way back to Brani.

 

“Everything ok with you?” he started the conversation.

 

“Yeah am good, I see you tomorrow at CDA all right? Give me some time alone and let me sort this out,” and I cut the line.

 

It did not took long barely five minutes after, he sends me a very nasty message saying that how can I not be understanding and why am I being such an asshole when he tries his level best to be compassionate. I could not even churn out the energy to quarrel or explain to Vic Henry. I texted him goodnight and thank him for being such a wonderful better half. It was followed by a very long SMS, which is pretty disappointing in my view.

 

I sat on my bed facing the sea; the first drop of tear was about to fall when I blink it away. I held back so strongly in front of my squad mate and friends earlier on but no matter how tough an individual is, eventually things like this will make one go all teary and emotional.

 

“Joy… someone wants to talk,” as Zubair passed me his phone.

 

Voice on the other line, “You want me come over to pick you up?”

 

“I can’t, my ass of an OC would not let me get out of camp till tomorrow morning.”

 

Profanity was recited over on the other line that formed a very long sentence. I just kept quiet and let him continue before a rather distasteful questioned pop out. 

 

“So, where is your dearest bf?”

 

“He is on MC and will be back only tomorrow. Look, I wanna get some shut eye so I will talk to ya tomorrow after my fire-fighting course aite,” and with that I ended the conversation and hand the phone back to Zubair.

 

Zubair let out a sigh and asked me, “What did Martin say?”

 

“Wanted to come over and fetch me home so on and so forth.”

 

“You know, he still loves you deep down. Don’t take things too hard ok?” Zubair replied.

 

I lay down on my bed, pouring my tears out while sobbing uncontrollably. The tears that trickled down my cheeks were worst compared to the times I found out Byrant was sleeping with Henry or the occasion when Martin wrote that letter. I was in my own world when one of the trainers came into our room to do a random check on our room. While the room was standing at attention, I was still on my bed burying myself under my pillow and blanket sobbing. My grandma was not exactly my direct grandmother but she was my maternal grandma elder sister. It was she who took care of me when I was little. A little bit bout myself, I was born premature and when I came into this world, my uncle could actually hold me in his palm. I came out a little than a month early of my due date and had to be hospitalised for observation. Back to the story, that was the main reason why I was affected so badly. Losing someone through death is on another level compared to losing someone because of a breakup.

 

I guess the trainer knew of what had occurred and he ignored me. I could not sleep that night so I decided to sit by the balcony and pouring out my feelings by writing in my diary. I tried sitting by the pool but it failed too, which did not helped either. In the end, Zubair had to accompany me for the night and we end up sitting downstairs facing the wharf.

 

“Joy, relax ok. You behaving in this manner are making the whole squad concerned. They wanted to request for a time off tomorrow to attend your grandma’s funeral. Come here sit closer to me,” it was him who shifted nearer to me instead. I told him to inform the rest that I thank them for having my back but don’t trouble them. Beside our fire-fighting course is an external one we cannot not attend it because an officer relative pass away. If it was internal within coast guard, it might still be possible. Zubair agreed with my explanation and he held me tight.

 

“You shy to lean on my shoulder? Don’t worry I will let you do me one day” Zubair trying to lighten the mood. I laughed at what he had just said and shook my head. “Don’t worry joy, one day you are gonna come out to me, eventually…” I smiled.

 

Eventually our conversation ended and I gave the excuse of wanting to turn in although honestly, I did not want Zubair to stay up late to accompany me. The funeral was done by noon and I was excused not to come back camp till the next day. I figured if I were to stay out of camp and be alone, it would make matters worst. Thus, I decided to join my squad for the noon and went on with the fire-fighting course. Vic Henry was back from his MC that day and being the usual male chauvinistic pig he is; we just went on with our stuff trying not to behave so couple-like.

 

We had to be in a group of trio. Vic Henry automatically stood beside me and waited for Shiv, the other regular to join us. The exercise for that noon was to go through a maze. I thought to myself, just a maze how difficult can it be right? I was wrong once more, put a maze, which has no light and smoke surrounding it, what can go wrong right? Not something for Vic or Shiv who has claustrophobia. You had to crawl, climb and maneuverer across the maze and the challenge was any trio team to clock the slowest time would have to distribute the food during dinner. Given a chance, yes I would love to go through FFC once again.

 

We ended on the third day with a visit to the Furnace. When the instructor light up the fire, extreme hotness I would say. I was surprisingly the smallest size amongst the officers not now though haha, so I was handpicked to be a test dummy for the fire post carry. The instructor must have forgotten I was on his shoulder when he turned around 360 degrees, calling out to his colleague. He hit my head against the wall and luckily that part was padded. The instructor apologises profusely and we all had a good laugh.

 

That week in camp, nothing much was done except for classroom lessons, physical training and more food. The typical day would end around five or so and lights out was at eleven. I would either write or just lay in bed with Vic Henry watching Code Gease some anime donkey years ago.

 

The relationship with Vic Henry was not exactly an all lovey-dovey affair. You put two hot headed and stubborn individual with each other, a recipe for disaster. The arguments and disagreements was happening more than my fingers can count, that at one point of the relationship, I feel like giving up. Silly me, I held myself back thinking that what if I give this one more try, just one more shot to make everything right. Well I did not regret that decision cause we made it through six. Although seven would be a nicer number but all good things had to come to an end.

 

Quarrels would sometimes be over the slightest mundane ever issue. Vic Henry expects me to be at my very best, expects me to be regular like. Just because he is one, his expectation of me was sometimes a little overboard. Time and again he pointed out that he has to be discreet and things like that but his actions seem otherwise. For once, I was afraid that the rest would think just because my partner is a regular, I get all the better treatment. Thank god that my squad mates ain’t blind and they understand the difficulty I was going through. At times when I lend a helping hand to the chores delegated, Vic Henry would go into a raging mode explaining that I should take advantage of having him as a bf. I honestly could not digest that explanation of his. Every moment we erupt into a quarrel, he would go back his mother’s crib and leave me alone at home. And me being the sucker would every time pacify him and tell him that I was sorry and such. Thinking back, how horrible I was begging for his attention and having to pacify him when it is not even my fault to begin with.

 

 

Then again, that is what love is all about. People more than often says love is blind but I disagree. It is the person who is feeling that love is blind, not love itself; you can never define love into one singular context. Have you ever sat down and pondered if love is born or is love created? Or how do we actually define this thing call love.  Love does not happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside down. It paints your waking moments, and fills your dreams. Love gives you the courage to try new things and to do things that seem impossible before. But love also brings with it a sweet agony, a delightful torture I would say.

 

On another note, I was still contemplating to make a decision for my choice of major. Business seems promising but law or medicine has some good prospects as well. I never knew that Byrant had similar problems in deciding. His dad wanted him to take up business while his mum wanted him to be a lawyer. It was like a leap of faith for me cause I decided to go ahead with business. I figured that I could end up working as a banker or maybe head some local corporation in seven to nine years time. If all fails, there is always the spirit of entrepreneurship. So it was decided, Singapore Management University would be my choice. Spanking new college in town and such a hefty school fee, nothing could go wrong right? So that was what I thought when I end up being in the same class as someone.

 

At one point of time, I was feeling bored going through the MPC course. Other than the sex at random places that keeps me going, the rest was basically classroom or external training. Time flies when you are having a good time and soon it was the day of our passing out. Being the only squad that was from the NDP batch, we were told to teach the rest how to march properly. As usual, most of us tried to push the duties to others but it pays to have those “siao on” officers in my squad. And while these “gungho” officers went to show it all, rest of us escape the gallows.

 

Training school gave us about a week off before our passing out. There was an international conference happening that week thus they could not delegate enough manpower and logistic for our event. Most of us had already plan to go overseas and guess where we ended?

 

Bangkok once again! I was looking forward to spend the rest of our days as a squad before we are posted to different regions after passing out but Vic Henry had to tag along because he was “part of the squad” they say. So that’s it, all my raunchy plans with the boys in Bangkok gone. Not that it involves anything from orgies or mass fucking, but more to discovering the hidden treasures there. Way before we even got to the airport while I was at home packing, Vic Henry had already laid out the rules that I cannot do this I cannot do that blah blah so on and so forth.

 

“If you have so many restrictions on me, why even bother following?” I asked.

 

He gave me the death stare and tsk me, “Or else you would go around leaving little Aaron’s in Bangkok…”

 

“What the fuck Vic, you are actually worried that I would go around fucking hoes there rather than the guys?”

 

Vic Henry nodded. His insecurity with me sometimes can be a little annoying. Thanks to the stories my mates shared with him during our weekly outing for clubbing and how I always pick girls up. Yes I admit I still do that in clubs now still but it is just for the dancing and having fun part, no sex just the grinding and dancing.

 

“You only packed your charger, boxers, a shirt and pants and your laptop? What about shorts, berms or things to wear to sleep?” Vic was asking with a tone of disagreement.

 

“Dude, shut up. This is how I always travel and I prefer travelling light. If you have to pack your whole wardrobe, go ahead. Don’t tell me what to pack and such because I am not travelling there for the first time,’ I rebutted.

 

You see, such a small matter could blow into a huge proportion for him. He was going on and on about how irresponsible and unprepared I was that what if we were stranded on some island and such. His imagination can sometimes be too colorful that I wonder what is going on in that head of his. I kept quiet and upon arriving at the airport I told him this; “Look, this is a POP trip for me and my mates. You wanted to tag along and bring the rest of your regular friends along cause you said we were a squad, fine! Now, let me have some time on my own and not behave so couple like when we are on holiday. I feel suffocated and I just hope you could for once do things without me having to be present.”

 

“But…”

 

“No but mister, please ok? I’m begging you do not spoil my holiday. And DO NOT start a quarrel with me for nonsensical and abusive reasons. I am going to visit the tiger show, I am going to the red light districts and I am going to bring you to see our version of the tiger show. You be seeing huge dicks live but don’t worry, as long as you do not touch, you don’t have to pay.”

 

His face turned pale. Vic Henry is very fair compared to Byrant or Martin something like I would describe as never been under the sun. So imagine looking at his paled face and petrified expression that was painted all over when I told him where I was gonna bring him.

 

“Oie, don’t be so scared. It is something you will never get to experienced or see in Singapore unless it is my birthday,” I laughed.

 

Everyone was immense in his or her own little activity on the short of two-hour journey. Typical me, I was either typing away or watching my show. Vic Henry being the usual him, catching up on his anime while Zubair remained asleep for the rest of the flight. Upon arriving at the airport, the boys were rushing to get alcohol for the stay. Talk about being alcoholic.

 

“Yo guys, chill out. The booze sold out there is dirt cheap compared to here. Why not you guys hold on to the airport ones for when we get back and we shall get some booze before checking in.” Guess my suggestions fell on death ears as three bottles of alcohol were finished for that forty-five minutes journey to the hotel. The boys was asking if I know any spot to get some good stuff to make the night last longer. Boys being boys, you have to try everything once in your life. So after checking-in, we headed to the streets for food. Everyone had agreed to meet at RCA that night to party once we are done with our own plans. It did not go as plan cause I had to play tour guide to the bunch. So there I was, on the streets of Bangkok with 17 officers following my ass everywhere I went.

 

“Teach us some basic thai Aaron,” Zubair was urging me throughout the whole journey.

 

“Good ones or some raunchy ones.” I joked.

 

It was not even end of day one that they complained I made all of them walked so much. But I guess it was a little too much perhaps walking from Baiyoke all the way to Silom area. Perhaps I was so used to the area in Bangkok that i find the distance rather bearable. After dinner, I brought the rest to watch the infamous tiger show around Silom. Zubair and Vic Henry almost vomited when the girl came in front of them and use their vagina to open the beer bottles that was supposed to be ours. I had a good laugh looking at my mates’ expression, as this was their first time to the land of smiles. We skipped the clubbing for that night and everyone was back at the hotel. The boys were playing poker and drinking liquor while the regulars were seated at the dining hall drinking wine. I was never a fan of poker and never know how to play so I was keeping myself occupied on the sofa with my laptop.

 

I was typing away on my blog when there was a phone call. It was Doo Doo my thai friend, he had arrived at the hotel lobby to do some catching up. I excused myself and went down without informing Vic Henry. That was a major mistake cause he made a huge big ass fuss about it and end up spoiling day one. It was a merely over a drink or two at Baiyoke rooftop bar.

 

An instant string of messages that was totally uncalled for. Vic Henry has this certain insecurities issues that has become the main reason for most of our quarrels. I have to tell him my every single movement from the time I left home till the time I am on my way back. It was at first somewhat sweet and caring but turns out to be very suffocating on my end.

 

I had addressed the issue to him a couple of times during our disagreement but he blatantly points out to me that I should have known that having an officer as his partner would comes with this. So much pondering made during that brief remark he had passed off.

 

“Arai wa? Aaron, you bf angry na?” Doo Doo asked innocently.

 

“Mai angry, bf mao mak mak. Drink many many and never papao long time…” I laughed.

 

“You bf thai geng mak?” he asked.

 

I shook my head and with that, Doo Doo left the both of us and headed home.

 

Vic Henry looked at me in disbelief, “What the fuck language was that? Bitching about me?”

 

I shook my head and gave him a smile; “No you idiot, he was asking if you were angry. I told him you had too much to drink.”

 

“No I didn’t…!”

 

“Ya ya your ego getting bigger than your dickhead sweetheart. If you did not drink too much, you would not turn red and have all these rashes on your body. Come on Vic, I know you inside out. Don’t lie!” I rebutted.

 

It is always an unpleasant situation when Vic Henry is intoxicated. To add on to the stupid things he will do, there are way too many indecent moments to be even typed out. Yet again, if you love someone that much, no matter how shitty it is, you will still attend to him or her.

 

I helped him washed up and change him into a fresh pair of PJ before carrying him onto the bed. Note; although Vic was taller than me, I could carry him because he is one skinny ass. After kissing him on the forehead goodnight, I sat by the side of the bed and watched him.

 

I ponder and thought to myself, am I such a sucker at love that I was always the one chasing, always the one to give in and always the one to admit fault even though it ain’t my own? Yet I always manage to reassure myself that this is for the long term. If the love I had for him ain’t deep into the roots, I would have just walked away. Although that is one major flaw I have, which is walking away. I never mustered the courage to actually walk away from a relationship even though things are drastic. Or perhaps I haven’t actually experienced the term drastic as of yet. The table light that illuminates his face totally puts him in a different prospective. I know this might sound weird or freaky to some individual but I just love to watch and stare at my partner sleeping face. It just portrays a different side to someone and especially at night when your emotions are amplified by the surroundings.

 

Because of the two heartbreaks I went through. I never felt this intense pain when Victoria and myself separated. It was when Byrant and Martin left, that the void seems like an endless abyss although time was a healing factor indisputably.  

 

 

 

To be continued … 

[Yas1950]

Enjoyed this latest instalment Bro. I've come to the conclusion, I don't like VH. (sorry personal opinion).

He cums across as too possessive. You have to report to him each and every time; you have to account 

for your whereabouts.

By the way, I am so sorry for your loss. It must have been some time back but didn't know about it. You deserve my

respect for being closer to her for bringing you up.

Crying: Its always good to cry when you are sad or for whatever reason. It is very therapeutic. I find it brings a lot

of relief and eases the pain. Depending on what you are feeling down about crying takes away all the pain or some

of it.No need to feel ashamed and no need to hide from others.

Zubair seems like a very nice guy. I hope that somewhere in your life you managed to give him some love.

Sorry if my comments seem like ramblings. But I am just sharing with you my observations.

Cheers Adik. Keep on writing.U are the best!!

[JunKai]

OMG!!! My best friend and writer is back! LOL

[G a b]

Well well well, Look who is finally back after a long break! "Have you ever sat down and pondered if love is born or is love created? Or how do we actually define this thing call love.  Love does not happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside down. It paints your waking moments, and fills your dreams. Love gives you the courage to try new things and to do things that seem impossible before. But love also brings with it a sweet agony, a delightful torture"  Damn deeep. 

 

Anyways, could we seriously have a lunch all together with the medic who is busy poking holes in nee soon? Cause holidays just started and oh god, FINALLY GRADUATING!

Cheers,

Gab

[Guest ben]

Anymore follow ups to this story. Its really amazing!

[Guest Enchanted]

I read this since midnight till now, from still till present. I really envy you. This has been an inspiring read so far. Thank you for writing.

[topfitguy]

No more instalment since Dec 2014?