The Worst Keep Coming - Part 2

 Dear Zach,

When I finally put my mum to sleep, and dad went to bed, I swiped my phone away and clicked on Grindr.

It was 10pm, thought of sneaking some guy into my bed and fucked my misery away. 

There was this malay boy messaged me asking me to come over to his place, where it was just 2 km away. I thought to myself "why not, since it is quite near." I awaited for his reply of his address and unit number before I decided to make my move. Took him a 10-minutes before he replied. I wasn't really into Malay guys these days due to their poor attitudes. But I was itching for a fuck, so begger cant be a chooser. 

It took me 10 minutes to arrive at his place. 

"I have arrived. So you said you live at level 4, but which unit number?" I queried. 

"You will see it when you reached that level." He replied.

It arose my suspicion. I wondered if he was real. I was too tired to think and just went with it.

When I arrived, there were 4 different units of apartment.

"So which ones? There are 4 units. 410?"

"Yes, just come in the door is unlocked."

But the unit 410 was locked with gate. I replied back, "is it 412?"

"Yes, come in."

I reached for the doorknob, and turned, the door was unlocked, I walked into a fully furnished living room, but no one was there. In my mind, I thought he could be playing dirty games by stripping naked waiting for my entrance to his room.

I tried opening the first room near the kitchen - it was a storeroom. Then followed by the next room, a whole ass family was on bed just chilling. The lady, which i presumed the wife, was in stunned for a few seconds before she realized in shocked there was a stranger intruding their home. I quickly closed the door and walked out. Later on, the husband and his son were yelling me to stop, I panicked. I ran down to my car. I thought of igniting my car and drove away as soon as possible, but I was halted by them, yelling and smashing pole on my car. I locked the car door for safety. The passerby stopped them from going violent on my car. One of the passerby approached me and asked what happened. I told them the truth that I was meeting someone and he tricked me into entering the house. I even showed them the grindr chat history. At the point of time, there is no point hiding my intention but telling the whole truth even though they are conservative Malays. I told them grindr is for men2men hookup, I was trying to meet up this malay fellow and ended I was scammed into entering the wrong house. 

The owner did not want to let it go, decided to involve police enforcement to settle the situation. I beg for him not to escalate the situation. But he said that I trespassed and this was no small matter - what if you bring bad intention to us when you entered our house? 

I quickly screenshot the chat history in grindr before he blocked me. As expected, after i told him I was in trouble, he blocked me. 

We waited for 20 minutes for the police enforcement. I told him the whole truth, with the screenshot of the chat. The police officer was sensible and told the owner that this issue can be solved amicably since I was a victim of prank. And I was admonished that I should not enter anyone's house without the owner opening the door for you. I apologize profusely to the owner for the mistakes I made although the owner has already decided to settle it amicably before the police came.

I drove back home and showered. I was in turmoil of shock. It was 12am. I lay on my bed, tossing and turning around. I just could not put my mind to sleep. The snowball of the bad thing kept on rolling. 

The Worst Kept Coming - Part 1

Dear Zach,

Barely 6 months into 2025, I have already encountered what it feels like to have a mid-life crisis. Things happened so much over the course of last 2 weeks.

I failed to meet the expectation of my very first client in my graphic design work. Mainly because there was so much miscommunication over the whatsapp chat, even though I did what he asked, he never seemed to satisfy with what I did for him. Towards the end, there was some dispute over some outcome which may cost him a bit, he willing to forfeit his deposit fund and not willing to pay the remaining amount of the budget to me ... ... if I did what he told. I sent him a last email telling him "take care, wish you all the best in your future endeavor" which means "I ain't doing shit til you pay me or else go fuck yourself".

At the same time dealing with him, I was dealing with my mum's cancer. She was in pain on her hips for the last few weeks, she barely can walk. I spent most of my time at home taking care of her daily needs while she remained stationary at a comfortable place. My mum cancer's diagnosis was last year October. It was a metastasized cancer from the breast cancer, which she had 2 years ago and it was removed and treated, to the left hips of the bones. The pains was mild in the beginning of last year and, gradually, the pain was getting more and more as the months went by. By September, the doctor did a few testing on her found out there was a localized mass around the hips. It was hard to accept for my mum and my family as we did not expect it came back so soon. We started treatment by November. Somehow the treatment seemingly working for her. Only the recent pains was so intense out of the blue, last week she cannot move at all laying on her bed, crying in pain. My heart sank when I saw her suffering, so I called the ambulance and took her into ER. X-ray came out she has fracture on her left-hips. She has to be operated to replace the fractured part. We have been in and out of the hospital to visit her as much as we could while waiting for her turn of operation date. I wish her well at my best.

When things could not get anymore worst, this happened one week before my mum's admission to hospital, my 70-year-old dad fell flat his head on the floor while mopping the floor. We were away when he fell. Blood gushing out. It was a major public holiday, clinics are closed for the day. I was frantically driving around in searching for clinic. In the end, we found one. The doc did stitches on him. My heart went out for him when he cried in pain as he has to endure such incident at this age of life. 

Bad things did not stop there, I was the next victim... ... 

to be cont...

6 Years Gap - I Return Here Again

Dear Zach,

Never in a million year would I thought that I would write on this blog again. 

MIA for 6 years, neither a long time, nor a short duration. There were days I wanted to come back and write. The lack of discipline and motivation, and depression, and failures in life that had halted me from writing on this blank page. I return to this page because I am in a difficult stage of my life where I literally failed in my life and career and in desperate need a place to vent. 

I wish I could describe what had happened to me over the past 6 years since my last post - I could write a book about it. Literally and figuratively. A lot had happened. A lot. I could write them down here without sleep. But that ain't gonna happen. I will tell. But not now. 

I am unsure if my fellow readers are still reading blogs these days. Some of my readers had become my fans of my adult content in twitter - which is now no longer exist. When scroll through my posts, I can't believe I have survived throughout the years til now - apart from that the 6-years gap. I wish I could reminisce my days before 2019, but it gonna take me an emotional roller coaster ride that gonna make my tear drops. I have been crying a lot lately.

It is fine if my readers are long gone. At least what i am writing now is just for my own record. For what I believe, things happened for a good reason.

Til then,

to be cont. ...

Bye. Follow My Twitter For Update

Dear Zach,

I hope everyone is doing well. It has been 3 months since I last posted. I am doing less than fine. This is my last post of my blog before I bid farewell to blogging world. A lot had happened over the new year. I bought a new car - a brand new loan commitment for myself. I am still working as a massage boy. I think I love working as massage boy and am pretty good at it.

Here's a pic of me sucking my massage client last night before he cummed a huge load on my face. I took a video of it and it is tumblr-worthy. Since tumblr can't post nude and porn anymore, I have created a twitter account for my own pleasure.

Do follow https://twitter.com/hoe2be at Twitter for my sexcapes update.

Thank you everyone for your support in reading my blogs over the years. As year went by, technology is advancing and it is matter of time blogging gonna be eliminated soon.

This blogpage won't be closed down. It will remain as it is. If u wanna contact me for massage, please email me for more details.

Thank you.

Update of My Life Now: Freelancer

Dear Zach,

Entering 6 months of working as freelancer, I've never been more freer than I was previously with a full time job working over 10 hours to hit end-meet. I was struggling in the beginning. My income was 50% less than what I earned in my previous job, but I believe it was a stepping stone and each stone is hard to be stepped on. I tried not to be pessimist about the basic income I earned throughout the first 3 months.

I earned a license to teach group exercise class, since then things got better, with the extra income from providing massage service, I was able to cope with the expenses monthly. I would have to say I really do enjoy giving massage for men. And the income is lucrative and easy money. When I put down my shame, money starts coming in.

Now, my income is basically up on par to my previous job, except that I am on my own terms and flexible with my time, I got to spend some time in my hobby and interest which I try to make it as a business.

I have committed myself a 3 years bank loan to purchase a new car. And that is a whole new level of burden I am starting to experience. I roughly have to pay RM600 a month of 3 years of RM20K loan. This is life.

My sex life is still ongoing great, just so you know.

The American Dick

Dear Zach,

The massage business was going relatively well this month. I was earning more than enough to cover up my expenses with some part time jobs besides massage service I was doing.

There was one American guy messaged me through gay forum for massage service. He happens to be staying in a distance of 20 minutes away. He did not provide a picture of him nor I ever ask for it.

I met him at his place. He looks good at his age of 40s. Though, lack of exercise and poor diet had him having some belly fat hugging around his waist. Overall, he is relatively handsome.

We stripped off naked. His 8 inches dick was rock hard before I even massaged him. We clicked off as we conversed during the massage session. His dick was throbbing under my oily palms as I massaged his dick. Before we knew it, I sucked his dick and he even asked if he could fuck me. I sat on his 8 inches dick and he was pretty impressed my bottoming skill. This was the first American dick I have ever rode in years.

Jealousy

Dear Zach,

I shouldn't have taken my tops for granted; Thinking all the while they would just have flings and won't get attached to someone; Knowing the fact that they would come to me whenever we both find ourselves horny.

For the past few months, my list of tops have been replacing with new guys. Though I still keep in touch with a few who fucked me well. Those regular tops I used to met frequently back in last year were totally cut off and I couldn't bother to contact them anymore. I found out that one of them were taken. That got me immensely jealous I blocked him on any means of social media and contact.

Few days back, I got to know, over Instagram stories, that one of my favorite malay tops is getting engaged. I replied to his story whether it is true. He confirmed my nightmare. My reply to him was rather blunt and short. Yesterday, another malay top I always fucked with, told me he has a boyfriend and his boyfriend told him to remove any fuck buddy he has ever encountered with. He apologized profusely over facebook, but I blocked and removed him without saying anything to him.

I'm so upset. I don't know why. I am not happy for them.

Lost Track

Dear Zach,

I've lost track of my sex record.

According to my record, I had more sex enough than I could remember.

My last sex was 2 days ago in an academy faculty toilet with a 20 year-old kid.

Ever since I work as a freelancer, my timing is greatly flexible and I am much more happier than ever. Financial wise is still a bit tight though still manageable. I don't have to tie down with a workplace for 8 hours working shift and that's the biggest relief of mine.

I had more sex than ever. If I ever live alone, I guess I would have organized an orgy everyday.

I won't update my sex record anymore. Just so you know, I am still having sex. I am still holding on to my life pretty well.

That's that.