1998
26th Feburary
3pm
I was back from school, having finished most of my homework with exception of math, I was getting a little restless. Both my parents were working and I was home alone. The only problem was that I did not know when my sister would be coming back.
Sometimes she skipped lectures, coming back earlier than usual and there was no fixed timing.
I decided to take a risk and powered up the computer in the living room.
My friend just passed me a stash of VCDs he got from Katong shopping centre. In case you are wondering, yes, my puberty finally came in the middle of secondary 2 and I had sort of a growth spurt. I put on weight and I gained some height, but I still think I look damm ugly.
Looks aside, my body had other needs.
I did not need much to turn myself on back then, the mere thought of putting that Jap vcd into the cd rom was enough to send blood rushing to my dick.
As the machine started to work it’s magic, I was about to lay back and enjoy myself when I heard the unmistakable clank of the padlock.
I panicked and I quickly ejected the vcd, stuffing it into my stash bag and I rushed into the room.
Barely moments later I could hear Cheryl calling out to me.
Cheryl : James , where are you ?
I popped my head out of the room and I was about to give an irritated reply but realised that my sister had company.
I was 15, what the hell do I know about love at first sight, I did not know if it was lust too but when I first laid eyes on her, I felt something sparked in my heart.
Standing near the door was another girl, she must be one of Cheryl’s new classmates and she’s in her school uniforms too. Unlike the ugly two tone uniform my sister was wearing, her convent school pinafore seemed so lady like, so sweet.
She smiled and waved and I could feel myself trying to suck in air, forcing my stomach to be smaller.
Cheryl shot pass me into the room to put her bag down and was searching for something in one of the drawers when the girl I was staring at looked around the living room and took a step in.
I did not know why but my eyes drifted to her legs. I always thought men would look at breast, my friends and classmates always discussed about which girl had the largest breast.
Nobody talked about legs
Time seemed to slow as I watch her lift her feet out of her sports shoes, revealing a pair of white socks that was folded down several times at the shin.
Cheryl appeared again and made a halfhearted introduction.
Cheryl : Oh, Selene, my brother James.
I waved and said hi, considering whether to shake her hands.
Selene : Hi James .
James : Hi Selene.
Now Selene’s pinafore length reaches a good inch above her knees. Her belt is loosely tied so it doesn’t really bring out the best of her figure but that left more to my imagination.
I quietly observed my sis put a plastic bag beside the one brought along by Selene before asking Selene to join her in the kitchen.
She got Selene and herself a drink and they settled down on the dining table in the kitchen.
I sat down in the living room and pretended to fiddle with the arrangements of the computer table, stealing frequent glances as Selene.
Then came a sudden itch in my throat and I wanted to grab a drink, I don’t know whether is it really the itch in my throat or whether is it the itch in my pants as I slowly dragged my feet towards the kitchen.
My Sis had her back facing me and the living room, perhaps it’s just a habit but she naturally settled into her seat on the dining table while Selene took the seat opposite her.
I had that sudden sick notion of smelling the cushion of the chair if Selene had sat on my seat instead.
Selene then proceeded to cross her legs, folding that wee bit of her pinafore over her knees only to realize it could hardly reached, as she leaned back on the chair, the hem rose back up her thighs, exposing her toned legs.
All this happened within that 1 second of me walking towards the kitchen, yet I could see it so clearly and it was mentally engraved it in my head.
Just that quick look at her crossed legs sent so much blood and confusion to my still growing body.
Little would I know that pair of crossed legs would mean so much to me in the future.
To most, it might just looked like a simple gesture of overlapping one knee over the other.
Placing the right over the left.
In my mind, I had a totally different image going on.
I would think about the flesh underneath her knees, I would think about the fine hairs on her calves barely visible to the naked eye.
I would think about the brush of her school pinafore against her moving thighs.
I would think about the moment when her feet dangled above the floor upon crossing them.
And I definitely cannot avoid thinking how lucky I would be if I could just perhaps inch a little closer.
Just a little closer to smell, kiss or touch that pair or legs.
I poured myself a glass of water and tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, magazines, converse shoes, girly stuff.
I was probably only loitering for only 10-15 seconds before my sister stopped talking and just gave me that look.
Cheryl : Hello James, we’re talking here …
I rolled my eyes at her and left the kitchen.
I brought out my math homework and positioned myself in such a way that I could do my sums and look at Selene’s shoes at the same time.
It was a pair of well worn nikes, grey and green stripes. I had this awful urge to just grab the shoe and thrust my dick into them. Perhaps slowly savoring the interior.
Looking back, I was pretty amazed at how the barely interesting details of how the shoelaces going in and out of the holes is turning me on in a weird and unexplainable way.
I had that sick thought of using Selene’s shoelaces to tie my dick up in some funny weird way too.
Wednesday, 1 April 2015
Story - Fifteen (Chapter 1)
My friend shared this story with me recently and it, well, got me aroused. I thought you guys might enjoy it though, I hope!
I was fifteen when I thought I saw the girl of my dream.
Never in my dreams would I knew back then I would be spending another 15 years being infatuated with this girl.
It felt weird writing this, brings back so much memories from my growing up years.
It took quite a bit of digging in my storeroom for copies of my old diaries. I cannot remember the countless weekends I spent smiling to myself as I tried to picture me back when I was in my teens.
Home was a 3 room flat in bedok off the main street.
I shared a room with my sister who is 2 years my senior. We squabbled and fight like all siblings but as we grow older, things got better and she would eventually give in to me because I’m her little brother.
My sister Cheryl was pretty good in her studies, looks decent and I’ve seen a fair share of suitors with their presents and flowers especially during valentine’s day.
Cheryl underwent a pretty big change when she was in Secondary 4, she just look… different, but still very much my sister. She got taller, breast got fuller and she seemed a little more feminine when she’s not kicking my ass.
She could still put me in a choke hold if she wanted to.
She’s quite a gentle and sweet girl in everyone’s eyes but to me, she’s a bit more stern and rough, probably because my parents hardly bothered with my work and results.
Cheryl pretty much took it upon herself to whip me into shape literally.
I was in the same secondary school with Cheryl, and it’s weird having people coming up to me all friendly and chatty asking if I’m Cheryl’s brother.
From the nerdy top student, to the chao ah beng with pungent stale cigarette smoke, they tried to cosy up with me.
I usually just smile and just found an excuse to get myself away from them.
After all they’re just asking for my phone number.
I’m not exactly good looking, I’m short, a little pudgy, wears a pair of framed specs and i even need to attend some trim and fit club because I’m a tad overweight.
I’m not embarrassed to say I barely had a strand of pubic hair even in secondary 2.
I was a late bloomer.
1998 is a long time ago but I remember that day. The images were still crystal clear. It was in the end of February on the 26th, a Thursday
Cheryl was in the middle of her 3 Month JC induction an I’m fresh in secondary 3
I was fifteen when I thought I saw the girl of my dream.
Never in my dreams would I knew back then I would be spending another 15 years being infatuated with this girl.
It felt weird writing this, brings back so much memories from my growing up years.
It took quite a bit of digging in my storeroom for copies of my old diaries. I cannot remember the countless weekends I spent smiling to myself as I tried to picture me back when I was in my teens.
Home was a 3 room flat in bedok off the main street.
I shared a room with my sister who is 2 years my senior. We squabbled and fight like all siblings but as we grow older, things got better and she would eventually give in to me because I’m her little brother.
My sister Cheryl was pretty good in her studies, looks decent and I’ve seen a fair share of suitors with their presents and flowers especially during valentine’s day.
Cheryl underwent a pretty big change when she was in Secondary 4, she just look… different, but still very much my sister. She got taller, breast got fuller and she seemed a little more feminine when she’s not kicking my ass.
She could still put me in a choke hold if she wanted to.
She’s quite a gentle and sweet girl in everyone’s eyes but to me, she’s a bit more stern and rough, probably because my parents hardly bothered with my work and results.
Cheryl pretty much took it upon herself to whip me into shape literally.
I was in the same secondary school with Cheryl, and it’s weird having people coming up to me all friendly and chatty asking if I’m Cheryl’s brother.
From the nerdy top student, to the chao ah beng with pungent stale cigarette smoke, they tried to cosy up with me.
I usually just smile and just found an excuse to get myself away from them.
After all they’re just asking for my phone number.
I’m not exactly good looking, I’m short, a little pudgy, wears a pair of framed specs and i even need to attend some trim and fit club because I’m a tad overweight.
I’m not embarrassed to say I barely had a strand of pubic hair even in secondary 2.
I was a late bloomer.
1998 is a long time ago but I remember that day. The images were still crystal clear. It was in the end of February on the 26th, a Thursday
Cheryl was in the middle of her 3 Month JC induction an I’m fresh in secondary 3
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Tuesday, 29 April 2014
My Dark Secrets Chapter 1
My Housemate (Part I)
Maybe I would start with my most recent encounter. As I am currently based in Hongkong but I actually do not live here, I have rented a house from a good friend of mine. Two weeks ago, I received a call from my friend that he had a friend from Malaysia who would like to stay at the house while he looked for an apartment to rent. No way I could agree to that! Although there are 2 bedrooms in the house (the other was vacated but I use it to store my clothes, shoes), I am not comfortable staying alone with a guy. And I would be killed by my boyfriend (some background: I have a boyfriend in Australia whom I know during my university days. He would visit me in Hongkong about every 2-3 months, ya it is so damn occasional). After my friend's relentless pleading, I agreed to his friend staying only for a week and he has to find a house and move out after that.
It was around 10pm that day when Pete arrived. I remembered I was watching Running Man (a Korean variety show) when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a tall, muscular but not tanned guy. I said a quick hi and opened the door for him. He slumped down onto the chair and murmured a complaint about the heavy rain outside. Then he looked at me and gave me a cute smile, introducing himself. I got a towel for him to dry himself as he was totally drenched. He muttered a thanks and dried himself, as he proceeded to tell me how he couldn't find his way here in the middle of the thunderstorm. I was half paying attention to him as I was kinda mesmerized by the way he ruffled and dry his hair.
After a short chat, I showed him to his room (which I have cleared of my stuff). He settled down and headed for a shower. I continued watching my Korean show on the laptop, and that was when Pete called out for me. I turned and he stood in front of me with only a towel around his waist. Droplets of water are still over his well toned body as he stepped out of shower. I could feel my face turning scarlet red and he asked shyly for toothpaste as he couldn't find his. I walked past him into the toilet and opened the cupboard. I could feel his half naked body towering behind me and the heat radiating from him, from the shower, or within myself I couldn't tell. I pulled out the toothpaste and passed to him without making eye contact, then heading into my room.
In my room, I could feel my heart thumping and my face flushing hot. I laid down on my bed and images of his naked torso kept flooding my mind. I reached for myself below and reached out for my phone. I dialed my boy's no (we have phone sex sometimes as he is only here every few months) but he did not pick up. That bastard. I immersed in my own pleasure as I recalled the droplets trickling down from his jet-black long hair to the broad and muscular shoulders. I quickened the pace, almost climaxing and suddenly there was a knock on my door.
Maybe I would start with my most recent encounter. As I am currently based in Hongkong but I actually do not live here, I have rented a house from a good friend of mine. Two weeks ago, I received a call from my friend that he had a friend from Malaysia who would like to stay at the house while he looked for an apartment to rent. No way I could agree to that! Although there are 2 bedrooms in the house (the other was vacated but I use it to store my clothes, shoes), I am not comfortable staying alone with a guy. And I would be killed by my boyfriend (some background: I have a boyfriend in Australia whom I know during my university days. He would visit me in Hongkong about every 2-3 months, ya it is so damn occasional). After my friend's relentless pleading, I agreed to his friend staying only for a week and he has to find a house and move out after that.
It was around 10pm that day when Pete arrived. I remembered I was watching Running Man (a Korean variety show) when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a tall, muscular but not tanned guy. I said a quick hi and opened the door for him. He slumped down onto the chair and murmured a complaint about the heavy rain outside. Then he looked at me and gave me a cute smile, introducing himself. I got a towel for him to dry himself as he was totally drenched. He muttered a thanks and dried himself, as he proceeded to tell me how he couldn't find his way here in the middle of the thunderstorm. I was half paying attention to him as I was kinda mesmerized by the way he ruffled and dry his hair.
After a short chat, I showed him to his room (which I have cleared of my stuff). He settled down and headed for a shower. I continued watching my Korean show on the laptop, and that was when Pete called out for me. I turned and he stood in front of me with only a towel around his waist. Droplets of water are still over his well toned body as he stepped out of shower. I could feel my face turning scarlet red and he asked shyly for toothpaste as he couldn't find his. I walked past him into the toilet and opened the cupboard. I could feel his half naked body towering behind me and the heat radiating from him, from the shower, or within myself I couldn't tell. I pulled out the toothpaste and passed to him without making eye contact, then heading into my room.
In my room, I could feel my heart thumping and my face flushing hot. I laid down on my bed and images of his naked torso kept flooding my mind. I reached for myself below and reached out for my phone. I dialed my boy's no (we have phone sex sometimes as he is only here every few months) but he did not pick up. That bastard. I immersed in my own pleasure as I recalled the droplets trickling down from his jet-black long hair to the broad and muscular shoulders. I quickened the pace, almost climaxing and suddenly there was a knock on my door.
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