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  • A HAREM BOY'S SAGA - BOOK I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

    An Excerpt:

    Methodist Boys' School

    From eleven to thirteen years of age, I shot up like Jack and The Bean stalk; I was mostly stalk. Both my parents were tall by Malayan standards. I was five foot ten, at age twelve, and still growing.

    My voice was changing and so was everything else. I was becoming a young man. I hated the Methodist Boys' School I attended because I was constantly teased and harassed for behaving like a sissy boy. Being bullied relentlessly by the older boys was a misery, my own “Nightmare on Elms Street.” I prayed for the day that I was ready to leave for England.

    I loved my mother, aunties and cousins, but I longed to see the wider world. Each day, I looked skyward like a frog waiting to jump out of the small pond (Kuala Lumpur) to catch a panoramic view of the large ocean (London, England.) I knew it would happen soon. Foong Senior was a great believer in sending his sons abroad for further education and I was next in line.

    To me, my days at Methodist Boys' School were a phase that I had to endure for a short period. Thank God classes were only half-day affairs. Every morning before classes began, a half hour student assembly was held in front of the school's main building out in the football field. All students stood at attention while Malaya's national anthem played over loud speakers. The Head Master would stand at the podium providing the usual boring school agendas and current affairs. The boys would be fidgeting, or up to their mischievous behaviors.

    The Gang of 4

    There was a gang of four boys in the same class as I who constantly bullied me, making silly remarks and calling me girlie names whenever they got the chance. I was a timid and shy boy, certainly not one to retaliate or tell them to go f**K themselves! I was, in every sense of the word, a nice, polite well-behaved boy.

    One day, KiWi, the most handsome one in the group, threw a tiny pebble on my back during assembly. When I turned around to check on the culprit, he started making silly girly faces at me. Ignoring him and his stupid innuendos, I tried to think of a quick escape route to the classroom right after assembly. I felt too scared to think of the consequences if he cornered me.

    Too bad - I wasn't fast enough. He caught up with me and started insulting me. He was extremely obnoxious, threatening me that he and his gang of rascals would get me during our fifteen minutes mid-morning break. I hated him and his gang of four!

    KI WI

    True to his word, when the recess bell rang and all the students filed out of the classrooms, he and his gang cornered me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, trying to make my great escape. I thought I’d lock myself in one of the toilet stalls until the bell rang for class to resume. Unfortunately, I didn't run fast enough, and fell while they were chasing after me.

    I was caught outside the school hall. One of the bullies who had pushed me down locked the door and threatened to pull my pants off to check if I was a girl or a boy. They teased relentlessly, saying that if I were a boy I would get an erection if they played with my butt.

    I hated these guys and desperately tried to escape their hurtful hands. Managing to pull free after a lengthy struggle, I ran towards the door but I couldn’t unlock it quickly enough. One of them threw me on the floor again, tackling me over behind, while the other three tore at my pants.

    I was like a frightened rabbit trapped in the paws of the 'Hounds of Baskervilles,'doing my best to save my life. As much as I secretly fancied KiWi, I definitely didn't care for his friends. Those malicious bullies were zooming in for the kill. Desperately trying to get free of their grip, I kicked and screamed and shouted for help. No one came to my rescue.

    KiWi had me in a Judo lock, almost choking me, when the school bell rang to resume classes. Saved by the bell, the bullies reluctantly released me, warning they would get me soon enough. They ran off to their respective classes, giving me malicious snares.

    I was doing my best to recover from this dreadful attack. From the corner of my eye, I noticed KiWi was still there. Was he making sure I was OK, I wondered, or was there to be another abusive prank? I felt like he was afraid I might have choked to death or that something else too terrifying to comprehend had happened. I was desperately adjusting my clothes, doing my best to brush the dirt from my soiled white uniform. I was sure Mother would give me a good scolding when I got home.

    KiWi stood by the door and didn't leave. My heart was thumping wildly, wondering if KiWi was going to abuse me further, or possibly rape me. There was only one entrance and exit out of the hall, so there was no escape route. I had no choice but to face up to this guy, which was extremely terrifying for a gentle boy like me.

    When I reached the door, thinking I would have to push my way through, KiWi leaned over, pulled me to him and kissed me full on the mouth! I was completely taken by surprise! I didn't know how to react. I was stunned when he did it again! He did not wait for my reaction. He fled down the hall, disappearing from sight.

    I stood there speechless, wondering if a meteorite had hit me. Honestly, I wouldn't have known what to do if he had stayed. This was the last thing I imagined would happen between me and this handsome swimmer who was every adolescent schoolgirl's heart throb.

    I slid to the bottom of the door in complete and total shock until I heard the bell ring, announcing the next class would start in a few minutes. I got up and ran to class as fast as I could, not knowing which lesson I was supposed to attend.

    As much as I enjoyed KiWi's kisses, I was at a loss! A few moments before, he had been a hateful bullying tyrant trying to molest and possibly rape me. The next moment, he was kissing me on my mouth! What was happening to my world? It was going topsy-turvy.

    For the remainder of the day, I couldn't get his kisses off my mind. I could not figure out what to make of this guy. It seemed completely contradictory, like a surreal dream.

    The following day in school was a complete turn around. KiWi’s gang no longer harassed me. I never knew what he told them or what he didn't tell them. All I knew was the harassment suddenly and mysteriously ceased. When we met in the school corridors, canteen or classroom, KiWi and the gang were cordial, and they left me alone.

    Those days, our class teachers would pair the boys to work together on various school projects. KiWi voluntarily came over to partner with me, which in our 'pre-sex' days would never have happened. We put on a facade of being regular friends, in school. But out of school, it was a different story; we became f**k buddies.

    He, of course, never let on to his gang that we met after school, and were intimate. We did continue to meet daily at the exact same time in the exact spot in the woods, and did similar things each time. There were times I was invited to his home since he lived half a mile from my house. During our rendevous we seldom exchanged more than a few words. We did what we set out to do. When done, we dressed and went our separate ways, much like the Last Tango in Paris.

    KiWi came from a wealthy family. His elder brother was in a British medical school studying to be a physician. His father was an accomplished local entrepreneur and attorney. The times I visited KiWi's home, on the pretext of working in partnership on our prescribed school projects, we would lock ourselves in his air-conditioned library and be at it again, again and again, until we were spent, while his mother napped in her bedchamber. She was unaware of what was going on behind the library doors.

    There was usually no one else in KiWi's house in the late afternoons. His father was at work, and his chauffeur was busy in the garage working on their Mercedes and Bentleys.

    Within a month after our initial forest rendezvous, I became a fixture in his house and at the Royal Selangor Club; KiWi's father was an honorary member. KiWi had the privilege of using the club's Olympic size pool for his swimming practice. I would go with him, like his 'boyfriend,' encouraging him on.

    Mother knew I had a friend with whom I collaborated on projects. She was curious to meet him. When I told her KiWi's parents’ names, she knew who they were. They moved in the same social circles. Kuala Lumpur was not a metropolis, back in 1963. Mum wasn't worried I was spending time with KiWi because she knew his family's background and she assumed I would be safe in their son's company.

    One day when K.L. was out playing mahjong and Father was not home, (Tai Yee and Lai Ngor were busy with their sewing projects in their sewing rooms and the maids and servants were fussing in the kitchen,) I invited KiWi to our ohana.

    Father had converted part of our large garage into an air- conditioned guest room. Most of the time, the ohana was vacant. It had air-conditioning; noises from within were undetectable when the air was switched on.

    I locked the ohana's door and Kiwi and I proceeded into our sexual zone. Half naked, with our pants on the floor, our love making was interrupted one day. There was an urgent banging on the bedroom door, which shocked us back to our senses. We didn't have sufficient time to dress and so I wrapped a sarong round my waist and went to check out the commotion. Who should be standing on the other side of the door but a furious S. S., shouting and barking like a dog with his head cut off!

    He took a look inside the room, and commanded us to get dress immediately. He screamed at KiWi to leave the house right that minute. We were caught red-handed in the heat of our boy love session! To this day, I have no idea how father got wind of my secret rendezvous at the ohana.

    All hell broke loose! I would never hear the end of it! Father carried on for weeks about how disgusted he was with the way I behaved! I was sick and tired of old man Foong so I prayed diligently that I would be banished to a British school ASAP!

    Of course, I was forbidden to see KiWi after the ohana drama. Father threatened to inform KiWi's parents of our sexual misconduct but I doubt he ever did. After all, he couldn't admit his third son was gay. It would have been difficult to tell his peers this scandalous secret. It would jeopardize his standing in the local community. The Chinese are fond of not losing face!

    With all the fuss and drama going on, KiWi and I still met secretly in the forest. By then, Tai Yee, Lai Ngor and, of course, Mother knew about my sexual escapades with KiWi.

    I have a feeling Mother knew of my sexual liaison before father so rudely interrupted us. Mummy never said anything negative about my relationship with KiWi, because she loved and accepted me just the way I was, unlike Father. He was narrow minded and could not come to terms with what he feared most, his own sexuality being threatened. Since Father's outburst, I hated him more than ever. When he was home, I would lock myself in my fairytale bedroom, refusing to come out for dinner until he left the house for the evening. Mother, being the kind, gentle woman she was, brought food to my room and urged me to be more understanding of my father. I would not. I wanted nothing to do with this man!


    Shortly after this dramatic episode, KiWi told me one day he was leaving to attend boarding school in Belfast, Ireland. It was a sad day for me because I knew, in my heart, our affair was coming to an end. After school that day, I locked myself in my room and cried. I was infatuated and 'in-love' with the beautiful swimmer boy! I saw KiWi a couple of times. We made passionate love; by then, I sort of knew what I was doing.

    KiWi had taught me a few tricks along the way, before he departed. After he left, I was devastated and fell into a miserable state. I didn't feel like eating, and I wept constantly, thinking of our times together.

    Mother, Tai Yee and Lai Ngor comforted me, reminding me it was puppy love that all first time lovers go through this. Soon, they counseled, I would learn to live without him. But, I did not get over this sexy handsome young man. We continued our relationship for another year before it faded, becoming just a memory.

    The following summer, KiWi came home for his summer break, for a month and a half. My parents had no idea KiWi was in town. I had been corresponding with him throughout the year.

    We picked up where we left off. I was happy as a lark to see my boyfriend again but the winds of time had slowly changed the course of our lives. I was no longer passionately 'in love' with KiWi. I had moved forward with my life while he was away. I didn't tell my anyone that I was seeing KiWi that Summer. It was none of their business and I preferred to keep it that way.

    I was the happiest boy, when Foong Senior told me I had been enrolled in school in the UK. The year was 1964. I was overjoyed by the news. Within six months, I will be a free man doing all the fabulous things I want to do! No Father Foong to tell me what I could or could not pursue.

    The few months before leaving Kuala Lumpur, I promised myself I would not return to that 'small pond' if I could help it. I would, rather, soar high like a condor, with winds beneath my gigantic wings, pushing me forward to achieve great and marvelous goals, only to glance below when I happened to fly pass Kuala Lumpur! I would circle long enough to send kisses to those I loved, below.

    In my own way, I'm glad I caught a falling star when I did, and that I put it in my pocket. Memories of KiWi never waned nor faded, and I will cherish him in my heart, forever. Past experiences are what make us who we are, today. What I learned with Kiwi contributed to the oceans of love I have to shower upon those who are willing to open their arms to The Gift of Love!
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