New Year eve sex party invitation

A few of my friends got together and thought of something unusual to celebrate the coming year 2009.

Besides the parties and the fireworks, nothing should beat a good night out with loads of orgasm and what's not. Hot and sexy, I would say.

So come this New Year eve 2008, me and my friends are going to organised a orgy party at my place.

We are at Sunway, house is big enough to have about 100 people. It is a single property double story two bungalow lots.

So far, we have about 55 people confirmed. We need more. We will have beers and liquor, and some party poppers as well.

In order to curb people sabotage the party, address of the house will only be revealed to those that paid. The house is sound proof, so no worries about neighbors complaining, but we do advice to take cabs or car pool as parking might be a problem.

As for the authority, they are not allowed to enter a private property, so everyone's safe.

The party is only opened for GAY guys and LESBIANS. No straights please.

Details? Email me. sexparty@cedricang.com


So who's with me!? WHO is for SEX!? Do YOU want SEX!?

We want SEX! We want SEX! We want SEX!

C'mon you know you wanna say it!

We want SEX! We want SEX! We want SEX!

I know you want it bad!

We want SEX! We want SEX! We want SEX!

I am sad, angry, and a few more other feelings that I do not know how to put into words.

You see, in my blogging days, I get to know a lot of people, gay guys, gay twinks, gay muscular boys, and etc. In that journey, I also got to know people that take advantage of gay boys, ie those that spike drinks, and bring them for a ride later on.

I don’t call these my friends thought; merely acquaintance.



No matter how much I might be joying looking at videos of boys being fucked by a group of people, I had always imagined that these ‘short films’ are planned, and there was always a ‘director’ behind it.

I was dead wrong, when I saw one of these ‘short film’ featuring a friend of mine, a straight friend, 17 year old, from Kota Kinabalu.

I have never felt like this before. No matter how much I have had enjoyed looking at cute boys enjoying themselves, this is different.

Different because he is a straight boy, different because, he was raped.

Yesterday, I approached the boy, not really wanted to expect anything, but I got the story.

He got drunk, and he woke up without his cloths the next day, in a hotel room.

The boy was at a bar, with some friends that he just met. Friendly guys, just hanging out. He was brought to a gay bar in the vicinity, 3 of them. His drink was spiked, and he ended up in a hotel room, and woke up without his cloths the next day, with obvious evidence that he was butt fucked.

In the video, it was seen that the boy was screaming. Perhaps it was because it was his first time being penetrated. The video lasted for almost 4 hours. The guys were just fucking him like he was nothing at all, there was one short time where they had tried double penetration, but I guess he was too tight, and perhaps there was a little compassionate inside them.

There were no condoms. They shot their load on the boy’s face and mouth, forcing him to gulp it down.

To the normal gay guys, this would be a fantastic scene. To me, it wasn’t. It was the sickest scene that I have ever saw.

I approached the guys that made the video, they were not to happy about what I was gonna say. However, I finally managed to talk them out from releasing the video online on some popular pay for view website.

I always fear that those that I know gets involved with this kinda shit. Spiked drink, raped and worst, video recorded.

Whats important is, these people picking up straight boys is beyond what I can believe.

No wonder straight guys are so afraid of gay guys sometimes.

Sorry for the illicit picture, could not find something better to replace that.

When I was presented with the contest page, I was virtually jumping on my chair.

To me, it was a license to stalk, it was a fun filled morning/afternoon.

They say a picture is better than a thousand words. I will let the picture do the talking.



I think I spotted someone cuter than the Melaka boy, albeit a little younger. Then again, it was a eye candy.

The media calls it the influx of moral decadence, some people calls it God’s act to clean up the world.
HIV and AIDS has been in the world for almost 2 decades, coming to three. Yet, many people are still unaware, or just plain ignorant.

A boy once told me, HIV virus was formed when there by two individual’s sperm mixed together. That is how HIV exist, and not the mutation of other harmless virus.

HIV, it is a very important keyword in the GLTB world, and yet it is also a taboo subject. When I watch Queer as Folk to pass on time, HIV has been mention so many times, that it freaks me out.

One thing for sure, is that like in the series, many people thinks that HIV equals to AIDS, it is not.

The only safe sex to have is not to have sex at all, not even that urge to suck a nice 6 inch cock. No, never.

Why not? Condom will eventually fail. Ultra thin Durex condoms are not meant for the rougher anal passage. Moreover, some ultra thin Durex users often combine their sexual fantasies with poppers, which makes their sessions last longer.

What if the condom breaks? Will that matter? It is almost as you are not using one.

Are you wearing the right sized condoms? Too tight will tear the condom apart, too loose and it will slip off. God did not make our cocks the same size, neither did Durex made their condoms. So choose wisely.

I remembered one of the sexcapade when I was in my younger days. We used a condom, I fucked him. However, lubricant wasn’t a luxury, and the lubricant that we used, was from the condom itself.

Half way through the session, the condom broke.

I did not know what to do, I continue fucking him and I came. I could see the fear in his eyes, I was still being ignorant that he might transfer some STI to me.

A decade later, I checked out fine. No STD, no HIV, nothing, ziltch.

But that did not stop me from unsafe sex.

The fear of HIV is lurking inside me recently, perhaps due to ‘Queer As Folk’ I am not sure.

Then, yesterday’s nightmare was mind opening. Imagine those leeches that bites on to you, and never let go until they are full. Imagine these leeches are about the size of a python. Imagine each of my testicles were bitten by one of these python sized leeches that would not let it go until they have sucked the cum out of me. Imagine some friend of mine who were so willing to help, they pulled the python together with my sizeable testicles.

Fable Frog said I was sexually deprived.

Perhaps I was.

Should I rubber up this time? Maybe I’ll just make love with my right hand, it’s guaranteed to be safe this way.

Bring the Brokeback Mount back

I found my Brokeback a while ago. It is not far from here but it was worth the travel. As the saying goes, it is not the destination that matters, it is the journey.

It is going to be a long one, and I will be enjoying every bit of it. Come to the extreme, bareback is great. Especially with that the world is now suffering for the not so best things. It is like playing on a broken record and playing over and over again. It is easy to give up something that you love; so much that you will be listening over and over again, the sweet sound of Brokeback Mountain.

The petals of a broken vase, my heart have been shattered by it. The lies and the fake smiles that you have when you are beside my bed. Before time, when it was in IRC, when it was the in thing back then, before all that MSN messenger crap, before Axcest.com and Fridae.com inflitrated the online cruising scene.

I could not recall the fun that we had, this is because the only memorable moment was when we were into climax.

For every other thing, there is AirAsia.

Missing my old boy friends

I do not know about you, but I tend to miss my ex boy friends whenever I am alone. Thinking back the days that we have been together, the joy and sometimes the bitter.

There is this boy friend that I am very fond of, although I must admit that most of the time it is based on sex, and we do have sex quite often. We have not really been out watching movies or shopping like most boys would do, he is just as closet and he could be, and because of that, I broke up with him.

Today, while at school, I send him a short message. He is still in cuddling in his bed when he reads my message. I told him how much I missed him and asked if he is free to come over to my place tonite.

He said he will do something about it. Lets hope tonight is another full load of cum in his ass, yar?

Problems

I have been thinking, and confused.

I love my job, I love my boy friend. Actually, both has got nothing in common, but both also tied together with each other. Fuck, I don't know how should I put this. I don't know how should I relate it. I have got a lot to blog about but I really do not know how to put my feelings into words.

Well, it all started when I know my boy friend. I met him from Friendster. I then met up with him at his cousin's place.

Took him to Genting that day, and then brought him home. Well, what happened next really changed me, perhaps my boy friend as well.

I went to his birthday, of course as his boyfriend I would like to be beside him all the time, but I made a mistake, a pretty fatal one. You see, his family do not know that he is a homosexual, perhaps they had a hint but what I did just made them believe that my boy friend is one.

During his birthday party, when he was spending time with his friends, I gave him a hug, in fact I think I hugged him almost most of the time. This is being seen by my boy friend's parents, which is bad. Towards his friends, my boy friend is open about him being a gay.

We went out for quite some time already, and am still going out. He haven had his foreskin totally off his penile head, I forgot what's the term for that. I borrowed him the cyberskin butt that I have got last time, and bought him a tube of KY Jelly to complement with that.

Well, it started like this. He went out with Midvalley with his god brother, something that I am not totally comfortable with, but as a relationship, I should have trust in him and should not control him too much. I should give him some personal space, to know some new people and this kinda things.

Anyways, when he was out that faithful night, his parents went over his belongings. They found the cyberskin and the KY Jelly.

That same day, I did not know that my boy friend was with his god brother. Since we had friend finder, I did a search on him and then he text me and told me that he is in Midvalley. I assumed that he was with his parents. It was something about going home himself that I realized that he was not with his parents. I was so short of cash that time, but I just had to go find him and send him back.

Sent him back near his house, and he walked in. I do not want to drop him in front of his house in fear of his parents. When I was back, I got a phone call from his dad asking me if it was me that sent him back. His dad questioned me about why did I not drop him in front of the house, perhaps trying to create a conversation before telling me that his mother found the "toys".

My boy friend lost his handfone once, his friend returned it to him. I don't care as long as the phone is not totally lost. Just a week or so, he lost the phone again, this time with no chance of getting it back because he lost it in a public place.

I am pretty frustrated that day, because of some unforeseen events, I did not scold him. I know its not his fault or something, just some carelessness, and one should not be blamed for being careless.

It has been quite some time since we see each other. Mainly because of the restrain that his parents put on him.

Yesterday, my boy friend called me telling me that his mother broke his piggy bank that his friends got for him for his birthday, and that was for silly little things. Could not wake up on time for school. I mean what the fuck, don't we all overslept sometimes?

My boy friend made something for me, keeping it a secret. It was a sweater. When he went home yesterday, he found a torn sweater, and the broken piggy bank is not even being cleared up.

I somehow feel responsible for this, for everything, should I just leave my boy friend, or should I continue be with him? I can't fucking think!

Chow Kit Road

Thats it. I tell you.

Nothing to do yesterday, drove around KL and my pessanger thought of dropping by a place in Chow Kit.

We went around the place for a few times, saw some really nice chiqs there. Pretty and nice chiqs.

Then this indian guy stopped us, telling us that he has got some really nice chiqs, for 50 bucks. We thought, why not. Lets try.

Parked the car by the site of the road, went inside and take a look at the girls. Not really my type but my friend wants to try out. Okay then. 50 bucks for the girl and 10 for the room.

I did not feel right then. I was there for a massage, but that massage really is not worth the money. She asked me to sit in the position that I supposed is to fuck her. Asked me to get myself hard. I thought she was supposed to give me a blowjob? Doesn't seem like it. From that time onwards it seems that we have been conned.

I went out of the room, the guy that is guarding the door did not bother about me at first. Then someone yelled out on his walking, nothing I can reconise and I did not give a shit about it. He then asked me to move outside giving the excuse that there is a police raid.

I went to the car, the first thing I noticed is that my drawer is open. I do not remember it being opened when I left the car. I then saw my coin box is empty, Then I know that the car has been broken into. My friend came out from the place telling me that he lost his phone.

I told him not to go back to get the phone and leave the place. There are many people inside there that look like thugs. Who else would operate this kind of place if not thugs? He went ahead to get what he wants, at least the memory card of his phone.

He went back in for quite some time. I was dead worried. I tried calling to his phone and it was still ringing. After a while it stopped indicating that the phone has been switched off. I waited a while more, and tried calling a few friends of us just in case something happen.

He came back out, I was relieved that he is okay.

It seems that there is a secret passage that the people use to access the clothing. The place where the prostitutes asked us to put. Perhaps a trap door.

As for my car, they used something to restrict the sensors, so that it will not trigger the alarm system. I felt good luck that I did not bring my laptop out. Also that I have not lost much except for the things in my car. I would be dreaded if I have lost my 2 days old phone.

The only difference is why I am not being targeted is because I did not choose to fuck the girl. No wonder she was talking all by herself.

Sigh.