Wilting rose

Such a disappointment.

Young men nowadays don't have much stamina, that I can tell you. Full of youthful verve and enthusiasm in the beginning but hell, they simply can't last through the night. By the time I was through with Yummy Yee, he was limp as an overcooked noodle. Couldn't even get it up any more.

Before you get any nasty X-rated ideas, I meant walking. My crazy walkabout tours usually last through the whole day till late at night where I drop by for a drink over at Harpers, a quaint drinking establishment situated by the banks of Malacca River. I have to admit it was a pretty hot day - certainly not a good day for a walk with a relative freshie.

Picked him up yesterday and he wasn't wearing a tank top unfortunately - but a plain tee and jeans. Was a little disappointed but hey, his butt still looks fine in jeans. By the time we were halfway down the street though, the kid was already soaked in sweat - and unbelievably looking even more lickable with the shirt plastered to his pecs. Hell, even then I knew I had to bring him into a cafe for some quick resuscitation coffee and cream cakes. He kept on saying he was fine but I stuffed his pouty mouth full of thick cheesy cream anyway.



The cafe owner who knows me quite well kept on staring at poor Yummy Yee - probably pegging him as a flaming fag - and possibly one of my unfortunate conquests. Yes, she knows that I'm gay ( since my ISO inadvertently pecked me on the cheek once on our excursions there ).

Kept the wilting studlet indoors for the rest of the evening and finally dragged him out for an early dinner and some drinks. What can I say? Not that I'm some kinda regular whisky/vodka drinker but Yummy Yee can't drink at all. That handsome face turned all shades of pink and I could see the tips of his ears growing redder by the second.

I cracked a joke that I'd be taking advantage of him - and that sexy body - at any moment and he blushed, stammering quite charmingly in reply. Hell, he's still cute as a button.