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      Chapter 3
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      Chapter 6
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      I tore off the packaging, and felt the material. It was quite nice (I think it's not pure cotton, there's nylon or something in the mix), and as I put them on, I felt this nice tingling sensation as the material clung snugly to my privates. As if in a trance, I started fondling myself through the briefs, and revelled in the pleasurable sensations.
       
      "How is it Kenneth, is it too tight? If so I go change tomorrow." I was so shocked that I yelped. After assuring her that there was nothing inherently wrong (haha), I said that they fit great.
       
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      Chapter 7
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      As I type the above, I wonder if my treatment of JY is to be the bad karma which resulted in my receiving a most shitty rejection from SS in JC.
       
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      My First Gay Massage
      My virgin gay massage didn't take place overseas as it did for my other friends, but rather, at a commercial spa in the local pink light district.
       
      A superior turned close confidante randomly asked me one night whether I've tried such massages before. I said I didn't cos I was scared that it'd be ticklish and/or painful. He laughed in my face (the bitch, lol) at my unfounded worriesband bugged me till I said YES.
       
      It was located along a stretch of shophouses. I nervously glanced around as we neared the place, in fear of spotting friends. There was none, and it was without incident that we entered the place, immediately awash with the fluorescent blue light.
       
      I picked out a body scrub cum massage package. My friend whispered to me "best of luck", and said whether I got any "extras", and how much it'd cost (or not) depends on whether the masseur liked me (or not). I felt like I was paying to be judged, but what the hell, I was already there.
       
      I was to be massaged in the nude! My assigned masseur is in his early 20s, a Malaysian Chinese. I lay flat on my front, my ass exposed and totally vulnerable. Scenes of being fucked involuntarily came to mind, and it was with much effort I wiped them out.
       
      He alternated between gentle and hard strokes. It was quite comfortable actually; it didn't feel ticklish, and the occasional pain was actually pleasurable (no I'm not into SM). The room had some fake greenery placed inside, and coupled with the Nature soundtrack playing, I was in bliss!
       
      And then it happened. His hands seemed to be massaging my butt cheeks longer than he should, and all of a sudden he slit his fingers into my crack!
       
      I felt simultaneous shame and pleasure. One side of my brain screamed "how can u let him take advantage of you?!", while the other said "ask him to do it again!"
       
      In reality I merely kept silent as he continued to probe.

      TBC