Thursday, March 13, 2008

The Chinese Exemption

Alright, boys. I finally got the green light.

Figuring out a way to cure my recent blahs, Charming Calvin has given me an out. In lieu of him being within close reach to satisfy my baser needs ( the poor fella ), he has offered me a single night of faithless tomcatting around without fear of tearful reprisals. A Chinese Exemption if you will. Of course what he actually said was 'You gotta get laid' but ya know, I can read between the lines.

I think.

But of course, first I've gotta find a reliable fuck-buddy.

Swing
Hmm.. I wonder whether he'd consent to some cheap, perverse no-strings-attached sex.

If you think horny swingers with loose morals are easy enough to find, you'd think wrong. Not that easy to locate surprisingly since a large number of the guys I know are already heavily involved - ironically enough with each other. Seriously. Mucho lovey-dovey touchy-feely ( and prudish as well ) so the blasphemous thought of straying even an inch wouldn't cross their minds. The rest of them are straight breeder boys who wouldn't go near another guy without a ten foot pole - unless they've recklessly downed a six-pack of brewskis first.

Or so I've heard.

So that leaves me with hitting the clubs. The parks. Or the classifieds. Honestly, I don't know which scares me the most.

Fortunately when push comes to shove, I always have my back-up plan. So I sent him a message.

Paul : I need sex.
My ISO : Did you by any chance misplace your hand?
Paul : I need to slap some naked skin, exchange bodily fluids...
My ISO : And what would the Chinese say about that?
Paul : I have exemption from Beijing.
My ISO : You've obviously mistaken my number for a local phone sex operator but go on.
Paul : Need more than phone sex though.
My ISO : Really? Let me pencil you in for an appointment. I charge RM50 an hour. Yeah, I'll work you over good.
Paul : Saturday sounds good for a pity fuck.
My ISO : True. Let's do breakfast dim sum first.
Paul : Can I lick your savoury siew pau buns first?
My ISO : What kinda man do you think I am? You gotta buy me some chinese tea first.

I know. We have a weird, inappropriate sort of friendship. By the way, that conversation? We actually picked up from that one time we ( after screwing up our courage ) dialed up a callboy in London.

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Posted by savante at 9:50 PM 9 comments

9 Comments:

Blogger Daniel Henry said...

this was what i was just saying... pervert. LOLs.

12:08 AM  
Blogger Janvier said...

Gasp! Vous avez la carte blanche!

12:22 AM  
Blogger Queer Ranter said...

Me me! Take me!

Have a change of flavor for once. Take a twink like me! :P

*grin

2:51 AM  
Blogger Brian Chang said...

I'm available.. lol for grabbing siew buns..lol

3:33 AM  
Blogger Jason said...

I can't believe Calvin said that. O_O

12:51 PM  
Blogger Cyclohelix said...

Someone's been dipping into the office ink or getting rambunctious lately :) A green light from lover some more, well, pick a sperm card anyone?

3:27 AM  
Blogger Quentin X said...

Makes me think about sending hubby to Beijing. Hmmmm. I forgot, he not like travelling.

1:17 PM  
Blogger mstpbound said...

omg. i can't believe he SAID that...btw, the pictures on your blog aren't working for me??? O.o'''

2:06 PM  
Blogger savante said...

I'm innocent, daniel!

Yup yup. Beware, janvier!

He would strangle you first, queer rant. And he knows where you live.

Shall take a bite when i see you then, brian.

Yeah, he did, jason :) Not in as many words but i got the gist of it :p

Yes, pick a sperm card. Can I play that game now, helix?

The food is great. The weather is ... okay. The shopping is fab. Go and take a look, quentin.

The pictures? Which pictures, mstpbound?

Paul

11:17 PM  

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