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