Russki

Russki: A Russian.

So, I was at the gym this evening and when I was running on the treadmill, a buffed Russian man entered the gym and headed to the weights department. Shaved head, about 5'7"-8", not what people would actually call good-looking, late-30s/early-40s. Only thing is, his muscles are VERY well-defined. Probably the guy with the best arms, shoulders and chests in the gym. He doesn't have a 6 or 8-pack, but it was really flat and tight, and his body was covered in a light coating of hair. I saw it when he was showing his flat belly to his (very good-looking) friend, but that's not really the point.

About 20 minutes after he started lifting weights, his (very good-looking) friend came. He's shorter than the first guy, short brunette hair, around the same age as the first guy, and he has that charming good looks that you see in a well-suited gentleman. He's quite buffed himself, but not as defined as his friend. I was having a hard time trying to not look at him as he's wearing an athletic tank and the patch of nice, trimmed chest hair was literally in your face.

When they both saw each other, they shook hands and then leaned forward to give each other a kiss on the cheek, a sign of friendship. Then as they were chatting, I noticed the first guy kept having his hands around the second guy. First his hands were lightly caressing the second guy's arms, then broke off, then had his hand on the guy's back and then went to the waist a little before breaking off again. I must say it was quite homoerotic.

At that point I couldn't concentrate much on my workout anymore. I was working on whichever machine closer to them which was vacant. No thanks to my lousy stalking skills, I soon realize that they noticed that I was watching them from time to time. They glanced back at times when I was working out near them, especially when they were taking a break from their training. And the fact that the second guy was not wearing any underwear and his bulge was visible isn't helping. Worse, he had to stand with his side facing me so that I can see the size of his bulge no more than 2 metres away from my face.

When I was about to leave and went to the locker room to change, they were done for the day and came to change as well. Apparently the first guy wasn't wearing any underwear either. As he slid out of his training shorts, I was greeted with a soft, low hanging dick. The hair was trimmed short, and it was a decent looking dick. I'd say about 3 inches soft. He didn't care that there were people in the locker room, as he slowly folded his tee and shorts while being naked, then slowly wearing his long johns. I was too mesmerized by the scene that I almost forgot his friend was standing just next to me. I think I saw him saw me check his friend out and there was a tiny smile on his face. He then proceeded to take off his tee and then flexed a little, making me feel that they were putting on a show for me.

I blushed like a tomato('embarrassed' is a more appropriate word actually), hurriedly packed my stuff(all the time clumsily and actually dropped my clothes on the floor) and left the locker room, all the time controlling my urges to take a peek at them one last time.

I wonder what they must think of me. Some perverted Asian kid, or an interesting kid that they decided to put on a show for to see how far will he go along with it? If only I wasn't in the gym alone(went with a friend) and was more brave, I wouldn't even be writing this post now, and this post might end in a much more interesting way than this.

A Little Too Much?

So recently I got a little too bored and went to the App Store to see if there's any interesting app. Well, I came across not one, but two apps. Not some super cool app but they work just fine, and most people have these two apps for the whole 'experience' to work perfectly.

And just what is this 'experience'? Well, it's a chat and a photo app. Gay chat app to be precise. All you have to do is login to this chat app, look for someone who shares the same interests - or not - and then get his ID for the second app. Logout of the first app, launch the second app - well you don't have to do this if you have iOS 4 which has multitasking. I'm still on OS3, because my iPod is ancient - insert the guy's ID and add him as a friend. Then you both can continue your chats in private - yum - and trade pics. And if you're into cyber sex you can have it any way you want, all in the comfort of your own home; and if you are a bit daring, in public.

So, for a couple of days, I log on to these apps a couple times a day, did some cyber flirt with random people whose age and looks I do not know. Traded some pictures and that's all. But that should be the way, right? I mean, these people live in other countries, I do not know how do they look, I do not know their age, and all we talk about are sex. Yes, judge me, but what else do gay people say in chat rooms and do in private? What, don't tell me you went through all the trouble looking for an app for gay men just so you can share your stories about your plants you grow at home? Yes, gay men - you and I included, because I can't think of anyone else besides gay people who reads my blog - are the most sexual beings in the world. Throw a group of young, testosterone-filled men in a cyber chat room and I can guarantee you f-bombs are going to be dropped every 5 seconds.

So right, I was on the chat app one night and as usual there was a guy who was horny and wanted to get off. We exchanged IDs, logged on to the photo messenger, added each other as buddies, and we started doing the dirty, except, we aren't exactly doing it. So we traded a couple of photos, complimented each other - I did more of the compliment because he's THAT much better than me - and then suddenly, we just started talking about normal stuff. Stuffs like where we're from, how old are we, how he wished I was there(US) so we can plan to do stuffs together in the weekends, how he asked if I'd go out with him if he were to come to my place(Europe). If that wasn't enough, when I asked him how does he look, he said he looked like a nerd. From our conversation, I could tell he's not nerdy, so I told him to send me a picture of him and I'll be the judge. Turns out, he's not a nerd at all! Very cute, and he'll actually turn to be quite a hot man in a year or two.

I went on and on complimenting his looks, saying he's good looking and in fact above average, and that he didn't have to be too afraid of how he looks because he's gorgeous(he asked he several times if he looks OK. Really, OK? You're more than just OK!). He told me people have called him cute but he didn't think cute was a compliment. I told him it was and that I'm telling him the truth. Even told him I could tell him how good looking he is every day if he still didn't believe in me. That made him blush like a tomato(he said!).

Story doesn't end here. He actually asked me if not under such circumstances - distance and all -, does he have a chance to be with me. Told him he stood a chance and that I'm not just trying to just say things to make him happy because really, I don't have to do this. What do I gain? We're miles apart and all it takes is a 'block contact' if things get out of hands. He was happy I was being honest with him, and I believe he's not just messing around with me.

Later, he got to go and said he had to leave. Before he went offline, he asked me what do I like about him and his looks. Told him it's not just the looks that matter to me. He is, without a doubt, one of the better looking people I've come across in my life so far, but it's also the personality that makes me feel like I want to know more about him and want to spend more time with him. Told him that and for his face, it's the whole look of his that works for me, but if I had to specify something, then it'd be his smile that will brighten up the whole room. At that point he was really happy, thanked me for telling him, and then went offline.

Told me he'd message me "later", but I'm not too sure if I should be looking forward to it because after all, we only had two chat sessions and it'd be stupid to expect too much from someone I've never seen before and even more stupid to be broken hearted over something that only I thought happened by someone who probably doesn't even mean what he said.

At times like this I can't help but think of what my mom always tells me: do not play with fire. What have I gotten into, mom?

The Upper East Side

Having a bowl of cereals for breakfast while watching the latest episode of Gossip Girl. A hard slap on the face by reality, telling me just how unfair life can be. While I'm sitting in front of a computer, wearing a tee, shorts and a soiled hoodie(dang Autumn!), the casts of Gossip Girl look just like what you expect the rich to be wearing - designer clothes, good food, Paris, and flying first class. Oh, and a limo to the airport.

When will I ever be rich? Forget the fame, I really only want the money.

The Lady Has Spoken

Brasil!

My roommate told me some Brazilian guy wanted to rent our Internet, but he's not getting strong signals, so I should go check out what's wrong and see if there's any way to solve the problem. But I was so busy that I actually forgot about this thing, until some stranger came knocking on my door asking for Internet.

So in the end the guy got his Internet, and I got my money. But it's not the money that I'm interested in, but the guy himself. Boy is that Brazilian cute! 5'9"-10"-ish, doesn't look like a gym rat but does have quite a decent body. It must be the outdoor activities he did when he was in Brazil. And did I mention cute? I sound like a loser but he's like one of the very few cute guys that I have ever talked to! Albeit knowing that Brazil is a model-producing factory, I certainly did not expect to talk to one that looks almost as awesome! I must be in luck!

He came over three times today. First time he came, I was busy. Second time he came, we got the Internet connection stable. Third time he came, he paid for the month's Internet rent. And I almost flinched three times today.

Oh gorgeous, when will be the next time we get to see each other and talk?

Club Culture

In this country I live in which is called Malaysia, the clubbing scene is somewhat different from the western part of the world. For starters, the people dress like wanna-be Asian gangsters. You know, the kind with white, weird angled glasses, black shirt with some "bad-ass" print, popped up collars, pants that are at least 2 sizes larger than their waist size, weird stuff hanging on the outside of their pants. Not forgetting dyed hair and weird hairstyles. Yes, THAT kind.

Then there are those who wear tight shirts which show more than just their huge chests which they have spent months achieving by visiting the gym religiously. Their tits are in-your-face and sadly, the men think it's really sexy. No pointing-at-me tits, thank you.

Next on are people who wear sleeveless tees. If you have a slammin' hot body, then I'm more than happy to see you flaunt them and make me jealous, but if your chests are barely pumped up, your arms are chopsticks-like, then for God's sake please don't wear sleeveless tees to a club. And please up it one size bigger, and definitely not white. White tees are only best on models, people who actually have a decent body, or when you go to the gym. And please be tall. PLEASE.

Luckily, just when you've lost hope on mankind, people who wear more decent-looking polos appear. Not really body-hugging and attention-seeking kind. It's the kind that's not very revealing and tight, the kind that you can tell he has quite a decent body because you can see just the outline of his chest pressed on the polo and when you look down south, you don't get to see much, so you wonder if it's a six-pack or a small belly he's hiding.

Yum!

And I'm glad I saw a few of these men tonight in the club. Totally eye-candy material. And what makes them hotter? They can actually dance, and they're GOOD. Hands raised up on the air, pumping their fists following the tempo of the music, chests pumping, arms flexed, smooth dancing.

But then again, they have more of such hunks in the west, because most Caucasian men are blessed with good genes that they don't have to work-out much to get a good body. And they generally have a larger frame than Asians, making them even more desirable.

If only we could import more of them into the country.

And I hate to say this but I might be wrong about Asians being less appealing compared with their European and American counterparts. Saw quite a number of guys that are quite good-looking, and some so good-looking I can actually forgive them for being short and for wearing fugly things they call clothes.

Only thing I feel bad is that girls these days are finding it hard to get a man, and I can finally understand their suffering. Friends have been posting on Facebook saying that good-looking men are either taken, not-interested, or gay. Sad to say, but yes, many(if not all) good-looking men are actually gay. Saw it on the streets, saw it in the club, so yeah, you can have my word on this one.

Now that I've proven many good-looking people are gay, it's time I go do some work on myself. If they're gay but uninterested in me, it has to be either I'm a little slim for their liking, or I don't groom myself as good as the others. It better not be my face that they dislike, because it's the hardest and most painful thing to change. Fingers crossed.

Asian Men

Never thought I'll be talking about this but Asian men aren't exactly bad looking, just that they don't appeal to me as much as white men do. But there are some that I actually like and don't mind settling down with.

Was at a mall shopping yesterday and was approached by this Chinese guy a few years younger than me and was asked if I was interested in working part-time selling health insurance. The whole time he was explaining to me I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying but his physical appearance. Pointed nose, cute dimples when he smiled, fair complexion, athletic build. Only problem is that he's a little short for my preference.

Found out he's a first year medical student in a local private-run university. And he was so delighted to know that I'm a medical student, better still a senior. Traded phone numbers(for business purposes, duh) and we went separate ways. If only he told me he needed help in his studies.

"Friday night, my place, boy. Don't be late, or you'll have to make up to me."

Wait a sec, is he even LEGAL?