True Tales of 1nottiboy

[1nottiboy]

Have been wanting to do this for a long time but never got round to doing it. SBF has too few contributors so I decided to do my part for society-that is sharing my stories. So here goes…

I am in my late 30s now and fairly successful but I was not borned with a silver spoon. I was borned into a poor family. My father was a full time gambler and part time worker at his brothers business. My mother was a lowly clerk (who is now a very successful career woman). And because my father was a gambler, my growing up years were very turbulent. We went from poor to rich and back to poor again-with a lot of fighting, shouting and crying in between.

From very humble beginnings, my parents worked their way up and actually managed to give my sister and myself a very comfortable life. This was in the 70s when we had 2 maids and 2 cars. But when you are a gambler, all good things must come to an end. My father lost everything. No more home. No more cars. He often abused my mother physically and one day she decided that she had enough. Took my sister and myself with her, filed for divorce and headed out the door.

Because my father lost everything, life after the divorce was hard. My mother had to work and take classes at night. I had to cook for my sister and made sure both of us revised our school work nightly. (My sister and myself did well in school and we were in branded schools-all the way to university) We did not have maids. We slept on form mattresses. Bought second hand wardrobes, tables, chairs and electrical appliances. Luxury was our once weekly Saturday night dinner at the tze char stall.

And because I knew we were poor, I had an inferiority complex. I did not know how to approach girls. It didn’t help that I went to an all boys school and looked very very cute/underage. I did not have my first girlfriend till 16 and my first fuck till 20.

P/S sorry for the boring life details. This is allow the readers to understand me-e.g. the decisions that i would make, the views that I have today, and most importantly...the adventures that I will share from the next posting!!!

[gambit88]

Definitely From Branded School, Very Well Written Opening

[Lionrod32]

Waiting for more from notti boy .,...... Haha

[synkhr0nized]

Nice epilogue.

From rags to riches. I'm more intuned on how your life is gonna unfold rather than the women your gonna meet.

I'm gonna park my caravan here.

[1nottiboy]

I had my first girlfriend when I was 16 and it was in the USA. (Actually before I had any girlfriends, I did experiment kissing with my cousin and neighbor but I don’t think you guys would be interested.) My paternal grandmother decided to send me to the USA for studies. When school started, I got to know a Taiwanese girl, Sophia. She was short and plump. Not pretty but cute. Didn’t dress well but very friendly and chatty. It wasn’t long before we became best friends and I would send her home everyday.

Because Sophia had such a friendly disposition, she made friends easily. Among her friends was this pretty Japanese girl called Junko. I was hooked the moment I saw her. I told Sophia and she readily agreed to set us up. The 3 of us would go for lunches, dinners, and walks in the park together very often. From time to time, Sophia would not turn up for the outings, leaving me and Junko to get to know each other better.

Junko was from a rich conservative family. We were very different from each other. Rich girl, poor boy. Conservative girl, relatively liberal boy. Matured girl, not so matured boy. And because we were so different, we found each other fascinating and soon sparks began to fly. She must have found me to be a breath of fresh air-so young and different from the guys she had met before i.e. so full of energy. And to me, she had breasts bigger than mine. Yummy! Anyway, one day, during lunch…

Me: So Junko, do you have a bf now? (Half expecting her to half a dozen or so.)

Junko: of course not! I am so ugly. No guy would ever want me.

Me: Are you kidding? I think you are beautiful. (I thought she was very modest. Pretty SG gals would always walk with their noses high up in the air)

Junko: GASP…!!!...... You find me beautiful? No guy has ever said that to me before. (She had this look of TOTAL SHOCK on her face).

Me: Will you be my gf?...Blah blah blah…

To cut the long story short, the relationship lasted only 1 month. We took nice walks in the park and romantic dinners by the beach but nothing happened between us ( no kissing or touching). I was too young then. She was 7 years my senior and she had trouble accepting that. It may have been easy for her to ditch me but it was THE END OF THE WORLD FOR ME! Back then, when I was still a gentleman, I believed in true love. Love was EVERYTHING!! I cried for days. What a silly young boy I was… So guess who appeared to save me?? It was Sophia.

Sophia listened to me pour out my grief. She ate with me every night. She cried when I cried. She would hug me when I was dead tired from all the crying. (It was during our hugs when I felt she breasts squashed between our bodies and my cock started to tingle.) She walked with me when I needed fresh air. She held my hand when I needed her to be close. She was with me all the time. Within a week of Junko dumping me, I was now falling in love with Sophia. So one day when we were walking in the park, I told her that I have fallen in love with her. She was SHOCKED.

Me: I have something to tell you. I am in love with you.

Sophia: GASP!!! No! it’s wrong.

Me: Why is it wrong? Nothing can be wrong when it comes to love.

Sophia: But we are god sister and brother. This is wrong. (I forgot to mention that I called her Jie and she called me Di. She is 3 years older.)

Me: I know we are god sister and brother, but don’t you feel anything for me?

Sophia: I don’t know. I am very confused. Give me some time to think. Let’s talk tomorrow.

And that was how we parted that evening.

P/S if you guys haven't figured it our by now, I am a BREAST MAN! Absolutely love BREASTS! Dunno why. Part of my DNA make up I guess. Just to fill you readers in on my looks. I have always looked very boyish. Never handsome but cute enough to be an auntie killer. Aunties absolutely love me. Dunno why. Over the years, I have also realised that some girls love this cute look, though most don't-which would explain my low success rate. Body-wise, I was never slim. Have always been a little meaty but I was a sports person-basketball, baseball, golf, swimming, so my weight was always kept in check.

[hommedoux]

Parking my trishaw here too (hope it'll turn into a lamborghini after reading).

[VanGogh]

Nice start Bro, camping for more

[GeMiNiZzzzZzz]

Awaiting for more from cute little boy

[joew2005]

notti boy,pls continue with yr tales .....

[MrCam]

More notti more better.

[maddog_mlvn]

Bro 1notti boy, welcome to the BOOBs man club.

[1nottiboy]

The next day, I brought a bottle of wine with me to Sophia’s apartment. I knew that if Sophia rejected me, I would be very very sad. 2 rejections in 2 weeks would be hard for any guy to bear. Only alcohol would soothe the pain.

Me: So have you thought about it?

Sophia: Yes. Even though I love you as a brother and have some feelings for you as a guy, I cannot accept you. It is just wrong. You are too young.

Me: But the feelings we have between us… don’t they mean anything to you? (The feeling of devastation was building.)

Sophia: I do feel something for you but it is just wrong. I am sorry.

Me: This is too much for me… (tears welling up)… I think I am going to need to drink. Will you drink with me?

Sophia: NO! And don’t you drink here! If you drink here, I will just go into my room and leave you alone to get drunk!

Me: Fine… suit yourself (Totally devastated…sigh…)

I opened the bottle of wine. Sophia shot me an angry look and stormed into her room. When she left, my world crumbled. It was just me and 1 bottle of wine. I didn’t take any glasses with me. None was needed. I drank straight from the bottle. Finished the whole bottle in 2 breaths. It was gone in 3 minutes.

Dunno how long it took. Maybe 5 minutes before the wave of alcohol hit me. I felt I got hit by a truck. I just laid flat out on the carpet floor, crying, semi-conscious. My crumbled world was spinning. I was suffering but there was no pain. Alcohol is a wonder drug.

Then I heard a click. Sophia’s bedroom door opened. Sophia, was a girl with a ton of motherly instincts. She could not bear to leave me suffering alone. She came nearer to check on me. Went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and placed it on my forehead. I was thinking, “Man! Those Taiwanese movie scenes are real!! Taiwanese girls are genetically programmed to take care of sad drunken men. God bless all Taiwan women!”

After Sophia placed the hot towel on my forehead, she ran her fingers through my hair. I think she was trying to soothe me. I knew she was worried about me. It was now or never. I sat upright suddenly. Grabbed her shoulders and forcefully placed my lips on hers. I forced my tongue through. I felt her mouth open slightly. I felt her tongue for a split second. I was thinking again, “Man! This is just like the movies!”

She pushed me away. Looked at me in shock. And gave me 1 tight slap!! Now it was my turn to be in shock. The world stopped turning. It was silent except for that slight ringing in my ears. It’s amazing how fast the human brain work. In that split second of a split second, I imagined that there were hidden cameras somewhere, we were in a real live Taiwanese movie, and we were the leads. And in all good movies, the ending is always happy. And so I decided to forcefully kiss her again. I pushed my lips against hers again. She tried to push me away. I held on. Slowly but surely her resistance faded. We started frenching. I laid her slowly onto the carpet floor and climbed onto of her. We continued to french harder. She was running her hands all over my back. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I decided that I needed to feel those big breasts of hers. I pressed my palm against her breast. (My first feel of boobs! YAY!) She froze. Pushed me off her and her hands covered her face. She started crying. That was only 3p.m. in the afternoon.

P/S This was sometime in the early 90s and there was a HOT legal discussion going on. Does “No” mean maybe? My experiences with numerous women so far in life do show that “No” means maybe. So when does “No” mean no? Truth is I don’t know, but my advice to the younger bros here is to err on the side of caution and there is a good reason. Because if a girl says no (when she really means maybe), and you decide to stop, 2 things happen.

1. She develops respect for you because you exercised self control and showed respect for her.

2. You leave her hanging and she desires you more. She will be wet for you the next time you see her.

And if she really meant “No”, you just saved yourself a trip to the police station.

Of course, all these are easier said than done. It is very hard when your cock is doing all the thinking for you. Sophia was the first girl to say no to me but she wasn’t the last. Luckily for me, no girl has ever decided to go to the police. But a certain Mr. Ong wasn’t so lucky.

If any of you wanna share your feelings, thoughts, or even personal experiences in the thread, please feel free to do so. That’s what sharing is all about.

[joew2005]

tat certain mr. ong would becom an instant celebrity 1s he enters changi.

[owl888]

TS, u nottiboy 你坏 不要，不要。。。。不要停

[SGDreamchaser]

looks good! more pls!