Chapter 5 - Switched Direction

Mr.D used to have a philosophy, especially after the final examination, "It's time to hibernate to regain the times that I had lost for sleeping". Hibernation was usually being carried out in holidays, especially when Mr.D had nothing to do, no appointments, no works, just nothing . And well, the hibernation that Mr.D meant was not literal, he was just saying that he needed a long rest, and normally he could sleep until 5pm in the evening or an hour or two later. On 26th August 2008, Mr.D woke up around 3pm, not naturally, not by his own, nor by the alarm, but awakened by a 9-seconds long of message ring-tone piercing through both his ears. It was from Mr.R: "You wanna come over tonight?He won't be at home" Instead of replying the text, Mr.D just went online and searched for Mr.R.

Mr.D: You're really here!

Mr.R: Hmm, I thought you are still having your lil' sweet dream?Haha..

Mr.D: Nah, your text woke me up...Anyway, Let's video call, I wanna see you!

Mr.R: Ok, I wanna see you too..

Mr.D's eyes were then fully opened, with his little hand rubbing against the eyes.

First thing that Mr.D asked was about Mr.B, using 4W's concept, Why would he not be at home?and Where would he be?What would he be doing?When would he be home?Answers in sequence, Family affairs; Hometown - Kulai; Helping parents - incomplete information; tomorrow night. Well, now that Mr.D had gotten all the information that he needed to clear his doubts in his mind, but he was naughty enough to be thinking of having a test on Mr.R. He suddenly popped up a question during the conversation.

Mr.D: I don't wanna go over there, but I want you come over here tonight!Would you?

Mr.R: I wanted to go over, but.. Mr.D: But what? Mr.R: Well, you know that, don't you?

Mr.D: Hmm, Bxxxx again, isn't it? But he won't be at home also.

Mr.R: He be checking on me?

Mr.D: How?

Mr.R: 3g or video call lo

Mr.D: Don't care la!

Mr.R: I'd just fly over to you if I could care not..

The conversation continued for another couple of hours, and Mr.D had been trying to persuade Mr.R to come over, but his mission was yet to be a complete one as Mr.R had not changed his mind at all. At this point, his patience had reached its limit, and the gauge was so full that it could not take it any more, any longer. He finally lost it, he was tired of persuading Mr.R, he decided to give up. But, he still wanted to give his final try, by doing a demonstration.

Mr.R: I wanted to go over there, but I'm somehow scared, he's still my boyfriend.

Mr.D: So?

Mr.R: That's why, if not I wouldn't care so much la.Please bear with me a little.

Mr.D: There's no use, we are wasting our time. If he is your boyfriend, what for you come find me?If you really care to care about him, why come find me?This is such an act that would hurt him. Why do you care now then when you din even care to care in the first place?

Mr.R: True enough ...

Mr.D: I been asking since this afternoon, what did I get?He just asked, you would immediately do it, but me?nothing?

Mr.D: I have wasted my two hours asking you, persuading you, but all you ever told me is BXXXX", from the start till the end of this conversation and I have yet to eat anything, I have got nothing in my stomach!and now it's too late to go pasar malam and I won't go anymore!

Mr.R: Sxx Wxx, I cannot ask for your forgiveness, because I know I'm at wrong.

Mr.D: Don't say this anymore, when you don't have the intention to change at all

Mr.R: ...

Mr.D: I'd be disappointed if you really not coming today and that's it, I won't say no more after that, I have wasted 3 hours just now, and I don't hope continue wasting the rest of my life. And I guess you just wont change your mind then, so there's no reason to continue wasting my time.

Mr.R: You can pick me up later? Mr.D: You can come meh?You not scared meh?

Mr.R: I'm scared, I'm very scared....

Mr.D: Then stay at home la =)

Mr.R: But I've decided to throw it away, hence I'm coming. Mr.D: So you think I will say yes?Just because you changed your mind now?Did I tell you that I used to tell him "too late"?

Mr.R: I'm at no position to tell you to do anything.

Mr.D: Aren't you scared of being too late?

Mr.R: I'm scared, because I know it's getting too late.

Mr.D: Please bring along Vodka Mango, if not, you gotta turn back, even if you reached sri petaling station.

Mr.R: Okay, but I need some time to tidy up my room and shower.

Mr.D: It's okay, I can wait.

Mr.R changed his mind, throwing off what he had been concerning in the first place. Whatever the reasons might be, it ain’t important any longer to anyone, at least not to Mr.R, nor to Mr.D. Indeed, Mr.D ain’t someone who just acted in his own ways or someone who was self-willed, always wanting people to follow what he thought was the appropriate ways to act, and there was actually a very meaningful purpose behind his demonstration, the so-called “fasting” which he just delivered the message with six words, “Not-Gonna-Eat-Anything-At-All”, all he wanted was just to change Mr.R into a better man, a man who was decisive enough to know what he wanted for his life, and not someone who just stood aside and hid himself from being seen and letting the nasty words of bastards swayed his decisions. Mr.R just couldn’t stand firm on his thoughts, he always got himself influenced, even the nasty words ain’t convincing at all. Well, Mr.D was happy, r, not just because he could see Mr.R again and also that Mr.R had taken the first step in giving recognition and an official status to the relationship of theirs.

Before the clock stopped sharply at 10pm, probably 5 minutes more to 10pm or 10 minutes, and as Mr.D drove close to the LRT station, he saw Mr.R, sitting on a bench with an impatient look that just showed how much Mr.R wished to see Mr.D. Mr.R got off of the bench immediately once he saw a black WIRA with the number plate of BHG 8385 came closing in. As soon as Mr.R got into the car, Mr.D sped up towards the direction of the night market nearby. He was very hungry indeed, and it would be his “3 in 1” in a day, in which only a meal was served in just normal proportion but satisfied the hunger of Mr.D, replacing the breakfast, lunch and dinner. It just took them about 10 minutes to reach the night market, and Mr.D quickly parked the car and then headed towards the night market. There were a lot of people in the night market, so were the food stalls, Mr.D just couldn’t decide what kind of food he should eat. Mr.R knew Mr.D was hungry, and he also knew that Mr.D was having a difficult time to decide what to eat; he then quickly glanced through the stalls around, and found this little “Taiwainese Fried Chicken Chop”. He got his wallet out and just bought one packet of the fried chicken chop. Mr.R had the packet on his right palm all the time, with his left hand picking up the toothpick in which the pieces of the fried chicken chop were pierced through. Instead of having the food put right into Mr.R’s mouth, that little toothpick went towards the direction of Mr.D, Mr.R was planning to feed Mr.D, in the public! Well, Mr.D just opened the mouth, ignoring what the other pedestrians would ever think or react, as if it was just two of them in the whole night market, as if… Anyhow, it just ain’t important any longer, all Mr.D ever knew was that he was in love with Mr.R, very deeply. After a few rounds of strolling in the night market, they just got themselves some food, in “take-away” styles, and went home to enjoy.

After the meals, Mr.D just took a towel and went towards the bathroom, he felt hot and he just couldn’t stand the heat. 10 minutes later, Mr.R saw Mr.D coming out from the bathroom, with only towel surrounding his waist, covering all parts that he thought he should. Mr.R just couldn’t get his eyes off of Mr.D’s half-naked body, and Mr.D used to leave himself shirtless at home, especially after a shower or that when it was almost time for him to get up on the bed. Using the laptop as much as possible was a must-do culture that Mr.D adopted, be it to surf net, to listen to music or whatever reasons it might be. That night, ain’t an ordinary night but a romantic one for both Mr.R and Mr.D. It just started with a hug, a tight one, while Mr.D was lying on the bed; Mr.R cuddled from behind, a tight one like he ain’t going to let Mr.D go for the rest of the life. The rest just went on like how a sexual scene could be placed on the screen of a love story or romance movie, Mr.R was smart this time, hitting the right spot that would make Mr.D feel excited, NECK. Mr.D soon got high and he just closed his eyes and the moaning sounds just went out right of his mouth. Mr.R got greedy, from the neck to the hairy belly of Mr.D and soon he stripped off the only thing that Mr.D had on his body, the little grey boxer. Mr.D was fully naked now, the flame and the desire of Mr.R just got wilder, he started to move his hands over, holding the “tool” and rubbing against it while he was giving a kissy kiss to Mr.D’s neck and soon the “tool” got harder from the erection as Mr.D could no longer resist the temptation. Mr.D’s eyes were still closed, but the sounds just got louder and louder, and nobody could ever hear it, as the music was all being trapped in the room of Mr.D and the walls became the soundproof system that prevented the moaning sounds to go outside of the room, being overlapped by the R&B music they played in the room. When the time was right, Mr.R opened his mouth and put the erected tool into his mouth. Mr.D then lifted his head a little and opened his eyes a little, seeing Mr.R’s head moving up and down repeatedly, instead of pushing Mr.R away, Mr.D just laid down and closed his eyes again to continue enjoying the moments where the saliva of Mr.R got all over his tool. To elevate the orgasm to the maximum level, and as well to taste the feelings of conquering which was described as male-egoism, Mr.D lifted his hands and put on top of Mr.R’s head, controlling its every movement, pressed lightly down for the tool to reach the throats, as deep as possible and then made the hand at ease, Mr.R’s head would just automatically move up a bit, as if he needed some air to breathe before he was suffocated to death and after that Mr.D pressed the head down lightly over and over again.

Mr.D: Ahh, it’s coming, I’m gonna cum soon.

Mr.R was supposed to stop for a while and continued with hands instead of mouth as Mr.D had already given him the signal that his tool was going to spit soon enough. Mr.R just ignored the message the Mr.D was trying to deliver, he continued using his mouth to get the job done. In not more than 30 seconds, Mr.D couldn’t handle anymore, his tool finally spitted and the “juicy protein” was all splashed into the mouth of Mr.R. The tool had had a few shots of the protein and Mr.R swallowed every single drop of protein juice, not leaving any of those shots wasted.

Mr.D: Why did you swallow it?I mean it’s gross, isn’t it?And it got some kinda smell, an unbearable one!

Mr.R: No ah, it tasted good, a little sweet!And I like it!

Mr.D: Well, you leave me speechless now, haha.

Mr.D couldn’t stand the smell of the protein juice, and before Mr.R wanted to give a passionate kiss to Mr.D, he was stopped.

Mr.D: Yew, you’d better go drink a glass of water before you gon kiss me!Haha..

Mr.R went out of the room immediately, of course with shirts and pants worn, to have a glass of plain water. He went in after that, and gave Mr.D’s lips a passionate and wet kiss. Mr.D was tired, he lied in the arms of Mr.R, shirtless, and moving the blanket to cover himself and Mr.R as they started to feel cold in the air-cond room. After a while, Mr.D fell asleep, with Mr.R cuddling from behind and the night had called its day and was starting to sleep as well.

Pen off,
Devil