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Im married too

Pasir Ris Chalet now, anyone? PM me.

anybody wants to date me

holidays began already huh...? trolling season started? who believe the story?

Any hungry sucker here? I'm driving n looking for car fun

Any sucker at punggol?

Any hungry suckers want to edge some warm milk before going to bed?

Any sucker ? Tight foresk8nn lookinh for young boy

Saw a white swimming trunks guy! He damn sexy… but he lock his door of the bath room

May be a fashion now.. But if it's in hokkien, should be, "Lan jiao bin"

I wonder with that level of English, how are you managing your essays and thesis' in school. And the last time people actually set an appointment by telling them what the other party is wearing is so 90s. TS, are you above 40?

Hello..anyone at one city usj??

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Bedok. Looking to orally service a dick. PM me.

Can imagine ma... Wet warm and moist.

so, you got the point....

Yes, it is the same place. Car park lot C-16 (I think). Just ask any attendants there and they should direct you to the correct lot. You need to say the name in Mandarin (Xiang Jiang Ming Zhu) or Cantonese (Heung Kong Meng Chu) Yes, I leave all my valuables in the lockers and bring what I need for the massage eg tips. If you happen to have a luggage too big for the locker, you can leave it at the reception. They will give you an identification tag which you will use to recover your luggage when you leave. Yes, pay when you leave. I am not sure about using credit card. Never tried. But tips has to be settled in cash anyway. They speak both Mandarin and Cantonese. In some post above, there were foreign BW who does not speak any Chinese and manage to use this place without problem. I think the attendants will try to be helpful and you should be able to get the masseurs you want with a little effort. He normally sleep in his scrubbing room so unless there is some matters requiring him to leave the shop, you should be able to find him in the changing room 24/7. Just ask the attendants in the changing room and tell them you want scrub back. yes, 981 does the 2+1 package. All the foot masseurs do. In XJMZ, the communal area is actually the foot massage lounge. so it is mixed for both sexes. If they have rooms, The lounge chairs can recline to almost flat. If they have rooms, they will allow you to sleep in the room where you have your body massage. No extra charge. But I think the minimum charges for weekdays and weekends and public holidays are different. Ask them when you arrive at the reception. enjoy 40st

Why not? Its just porn n they have the guys mah.

Yes eating is expected by most women atleast from my experience. Prefer eating dicks though. Pussy is horrible.

Any review?

N the food mentioned by lvhandle is healthy too.

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food...initially I was puzzling why cutejk mentioned food good comparison, anyway! but sometimes, if food turn sour, it is like the taste of yoghurt/vitagen sometimes, u can have the food at the balcony or at different mood (eg when bf is angry, can be cute too)

Lol no leh. He's a bit chubby now. Round tummy. Lolol oh well.. As long as I like right haha

something like that, lol

I heard about it all along, now I know the name is called "oil pulling" Tks for all the useful info

Chin 41 drive ...car funz suck

28 175cm 105 non-chn looking for chat, friend or something more pm or we can line garder.secret

I started fantasizing my brother when I first met him. Let me share my life story here & is up to u guys to believe or not. When I m 20, my mom remarried to a Thai man & of cos my now stepfather. We do travel to Thailand quite frequent due to his family all there. My stepfather has a son, a good looking son that is 10 yr older than me. He works in a gym as an instructor in the town area. 15 years back the first time I visited the place where they live, a small village (kampong), one & a half hour drive from the town area. That is also the first time I met my step brother. When I saw him, I m already fantasizing how good it is if he is my bf. That night I share his room, 2 single bed side by side. It was late & both of us lying on beds chatting our life. After awhile he said he is going for a shower before sleeping & ask me if I wanna join him so that he can show me where their open field bathroom. He stripped naked & wrapped himself with a towel & ask me to do the same. We left our bedroom & all seems to be already sleeping in their rooms. He pick up 2 small pails & a big one with amenities inside it & we walk to the shower. The shower place was build with simple concrete walls about 2 meter high, old wooden plank door, 2 old style water taps & some hooks on the wall. There is no roof on top so that the bended lamp post outside the wall can light up inside. We both put the pails under the running taps, removed our towels & hang it on the hooks. Fantasizing him naked before & wow..it comes true, I m seeing my hunky brother naked right now. I took a long stare at his long & thick flaccid cut cock when he is closing his eyes shampooing his hair. I m half erected & turn away from him continue my shower. That night we slept without our clothes, I m just in my boxer & he is just wearing a boxer brief. I didn't really sleep that night bcos I keep admiring his body & his big bulge in his tight boxer brief. Of cos as usual fantasize again. Next day afternoon he put 2 towels & mineral water in his bike & brought me to a quiet stream with small waterfall in the woods. Upon reaching he told me this place is quiet bcos is too deep in & so nobody wants to come. We took of our slippers & went into the nice cool water stream. He later walk out of the water, removed all his clothing & hang them on his motor bike & walk into the water again. He ask me to join him & I do so. He told me this place is good to enjoy the water in nude bcos nobody. In the water we splash each other water & enjoy the water from the fall falling on us. Soon he suggested to play water wrestling & we did. He hug & locked me from the back behind, I can feel his cock & pub hair keep rubbing my buttock. I did not stop bcos I really like it. The more we play, our cocks keep rubbing each other body & I slowly feeling that my brother 's cock turning harder & harder but I try to act blur bcos I like what I feel & of cos I m sitting in water having a hardon too. He said tire & thristy, I say me too. He stand up from the water, oh gosh...my heart is pumping fast when I saw his raging hard cock, about 8 to 9 inches long, it was really hard with veins clearly seen, a bit curving upwards & pointing to his left. He walk to his bike with his hard cock bouncing left & right, up & down to get the mineral water & then walk back into the water again. He past me the water & I asked him if all Thai men are genatic big cock. He laugh & say I dunno, mine big? I answer him his not only long but thick too. Then he shifted himself out of the water & sit on the edge of the stream with his legs in the water, he keep splashing water onto his hard cock & stroke it slowly with another hand, seems like showing off to me. I stand up from water & my hand cup on my hard cock then sit beside him. He had a glance at mine cock & I told him mine is only 6.5inches not as great as yours. I decided to put on my guts & ask him if I can touch & feel his, he smile & say no problem if u want. I go down back into the water & knee in front of him, he opened his thigh wider so I can go nearer in between . I grab his warm hard cock in my hand & stroke it slowly, I felt the twitching cock & I look at him, he smile & say u cannot stop playing it bcos you are my brother, you must help big brother. I enjoy his cock, really raging hard, I can see those veins clearly popping out on his shaft like going to burst. His glans is dark red swollen like bursting too & I can felt his sensitive part is the corona of his glans. I keep stroking that part to make him feel high. Both his hands are on the ground supporting him moving his buttock up & down so that his cock grab in my hand can make him feels like entering a hole in & out. Finally he moan in shiok & shot his creamy loads on his chest & abs, I can smell it too. While rubbing his sperm all over his chest & abs, I stroke & cum in water. We both clean ourselves in water & headed home. That night as usual, we went shower together before sleep. Came back room dry ourselves, put on undie & jump onto bed. When chatting on bed he ask me if I m gay & my reply to his was yes but is a secret. As our beds are side by side with no gaps in between, he rolls over beside me putting his hand on my face & push it to look at him. I look into his eyes & he gave me a kiss on my lips then say I be your boyfriend. I was like smiling feeling happy in heart saying my fantasize came thru. He lay on top of me & we continue our mouth to mouth kiss. I can feel our hard cocks in our undie rubbing each other. He stopped, get off the bed from bed & went to lock the door. He removed his undie & walk to the drawer with his hard cock to get lub. I removed my undie & he jump on top of me to continue, slowly I turn him over & go on top of him & going down below to give him a bj. I can say is tiring for my jaw & the deep throat was choking but I enjoy his salty taste of his pre cum. It was painful when he try to enter my ass but he knew & make it slow. I feel his hard cock touching my sensitive prostate gland when he is fucking me. He knew it bcos I m hugging him harder & harder each time. I felt he is about to cum, he try to control his moaning bcos we dun want people to hear us & finally he shot his cum inside me. The craziest thing was we had another round in the shower when we are washing ourselves. We had sex every night thru out my 10 days stay, we locked up our room every night bcos we sleep nude together & some morning he woke up with a horny hardon & will fuck me hard again. 15 years already & we both are still together. He will sometimes flew to SG & I will sometimes flew there. Is a secret between us both, nobody in the family knows. I m now 35 & he is 45, still fucking hard...haha!

PJ now ... I need a cum-guzzling cocksucker to drain my balls.

Some recent fonecam snaps. Pac Man Gundam Spa Bling bling

Haha I've gotten hard several times in public, and I tend to wear white shorts. It does get awkward but I just try to hide it with my hand or think it away lol xD

I need help

Its too lengthy to write In short, keep life simple, be happy with who you are and what you already have , by being grateful, instead of constantly grumbling at others and comparing yourself with others Free yourself away from the ways and conformities of this world, where the human system is indeed very fickle and biased, even in areas such as religious doctrines, thus you listen to your own inner self, the wisdom inside there, which guides your own lifepath Avoid the sun, smoking, alchohol, drugs and processed food, even tap water, whereby you substitute it with distilled/purified/filtered away without the presences of fluriode, which is a radical which attacks the human nervous system , and it was found to cause dementia, by too much fluriode in our food and water Superfood and detox your body on regular basis Exercise and massage your body or facial muscles, to rid the building up of fascia, which is an hardening substance found accumulating in muscles, which have not been stretched or exercise for a long time. I was told by a doctor , their hardening will eventually age your body, that is why people who practise yoga and those who exercise regularly looks much younger as compared to their peers Go find out the different types of antioxidants your body needs to arrest a certain group of radical, which is to say if you are able to intake high antioxidants, your body will age much slower Yes, please watch your diet and avoid processed and know what types of oil your body needs and don't need at a certain timing of the day If you read throught the Yellow Emperor Book of Medicine, you will realize your aging depends on the well being of 2 major organs Your kidneys and your spleen It is your kidneys are, that determines how healthy your sexual vitality is, and your spleen, the anthrophy of your muscles An additional info is yes genes do play the key factor Researches have discovered that a certain type of cell called the Methusalad/ Methuselad cell, influences the slow aging porocess and ones' longivity It is not present in everyone, but certain races and certain individuals https://books.google.es/books?id=RI8ZyNo5KCkC&pg=PA235&lpg=PA235&dq=methuselah+gene+and+antiaging&source=bl&ots=Q2YwMh_W4f&sig=TmLwhlfOULsTWwhMMmtDqdwu4u0&hl=es&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjjr_nehqPNAhWCchQKHZ9LCNwQ6AEIRTAF#v=onepage&q=methuselah gene and antiaging&f=false I suspect I may have it. I have friends, campmates and ex boyriends who met me recently said i hardly seems to age for the last 15 years Again, I maybe wrong

eeeeeeeeeeeeee deathblade, U can accept such designs? I find it too fanciful

I m a grower too(but when it grows at nite or being teased at) , it just goes uncon it trollably ....... hence.......the wear and tear esp for toot Maybe I should go to XL size for toot, although my CK is forever an S I have no issues w CK I cannot accept a male(adult) wearing an XS and for sexy range or Asian cutting : I cannot accept a male wearing lesser than an M

Its a face / body world in the apps. Great looks / hot bods gets massive attention. Other than that, probably you can only browse pics like tumblr. Lol. No high hopes on such apps for me

Ooops auto correct. It was supposed to say "well". Amended.

Enelym Kind of vague when u mentioned "and we will"......................................esp when u r referring to a foot massage

good that many luve hairy pubes, I dont shave or wax mine over there

Maybe not. Im top but i use some toy. Its not dildo, names aneros (?). Its just pinky finger sized prostate stimulating toy. I sometimes use it when i jack off. I dont prefer dick sized dildo because of pain, but i can handle and like the feeling when i use this. (I think im purely top)

hell yea it's shiok, best $135 i have ever spent in my life. 1. Anytime 2. I can take my time 3. I dont even need to worry about dousching, if shit comes out, Its my shit and I can just jet it away 4. Can really train me up to enjoy getting fucked more 5. NO CONDOM NEEDED 6. NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT STD 7. after you fuck yourself, you can just go to bed and sleep.

One kind of medicine can never be bought: 后悔药(regret). On the one hand, it might be good to learn from others and avoid certain mistakes. But, on the other hand, we need to live our own life. Learn something from our own mistakes. Experience both happiness and setback, excitement and frustration. Then we can honestly say that we have truly had a great life at the end.

Teenager - Sex Curious - Cruise in Selangor CLUB Padang every weekend. 20s party Friday and Saturday while living in Sydney (Undergraduate), found BF while in UNI. Together 14 years, Work in Sydney ! Became Aussie .... 30's party once a fortnight. Bought a Sydney Apartment with UNI BF. Posted to work In HK, follow by Jakarta. Broke up with first BF. Met an Indonesia guy, took him back to Sydney on Same SEX Couple relationship. 40s - posted to SG. Broke up with Indo BF. Found a Malaysian BF. Discover GYM !! 50s - Still in SG, Broke up with Malaysian BF. Sold Sydney Property. Single but happy, and ready to RETIRE ......... 55 next year, plan to retire in BKK........ 60s - ?????

This is not my encounter but one I read years ago, I think from Sgboy. I think its a true encounter but in any case, its well written and interesting. Here goes : ========== I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Friday evening. My battalion had just moved into our new camp in the east, and our CO had given everyone a long weekend, so the camp had emptied out by around 6 pm. Shawn and I stayed in. We were both on duty the next day, he as his company’s orderly sergeant, and I as the battalion duty officer. Shawn had posted into my unit a few weeks after me, about a year ago. I was fresh out of OCS, eager to make an impression and to put to practice all the things that I had learnt. Shawn was about two years older than me. He had disrupted to pursue his studies in the US, and was posted to our unit as a sergeant after he returned. He seemed smart, articulate and confident, and somehow did not have a trace of an American accent, which I appreciated. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, but he had strong, boyish features, a nice tan and a great smile. When I first saw him, with his buzz cut and his earnest, slightly scared expression, he reminded me immediately of a slightly (just slightly) muscular Thai go-go dancer reporting for his first day of work. I was 21, he was 23. I was glad to have many opportunities to work quite closely with him as he was coordinating training schedules and plans. He was clearly intelligent, and everyone knew it and thus gave him more work to do. But he was cheerful about it and eager to learn. On that Friday evening, we decided to go for a run and then head out for dinner at a nearby hawker centre before booking in again. It was our first time doing duty together, and I was glad that he, like me, had decided to stay in for the night instead of booking out and then coming back in early the next morning. I wanted to ask him about life in the US, what university life was like, what he learned, and what advice he could give me as I was also applying to US universities at that time. Our camp was new, and large. We did a hard, fast run for about 25 minutes, wearing just our shorts, as it had been a hot day. It was hard keeping up with him. He was very fit, and had just finished a marathon just two or three months before returning to Singapore. I felt I had to keep up with him, and worked hard to do so. But I always kept a few paces behind him, just to see his tanned, sweaty body. We ended up near the block housing our bunks. His bunk was with the other sergeants in his company, two floors below mine. We caught our breath and had cooled down a little bit, walking in silence as the sun began to set. -- “Hey, Shawn, can you come up to my bunk for a while? D___ passed me a book earlier today as he couldn’t find you, and it’s in my bunk now,” I panted. -- “Sure. Then we can get a shower and head out for dinner. I’m starving!” We went up the stairs. I had never seen him topless before, and his body looked like it was in very good shape. He had told me that he wasn’t religiously devoted to the gym, but did a bit of weight training, swimming, running and ultimate Frisbee. His body, glistening with his sweat, was beautiful, and it was hard not to feel aroused by it. We got to my bunk, which I shared with one other officer who had already booked out. We were still a little breathless from our run and the climb up four flights of stairs, so he came in and sat down at the edge of my bed while I got the book from my desk, hoping that he wouldn’t notice my state of arousal. -- “Hey, I never noticed you had a tattoo before!” He had caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on the left lower portion of my back; it was a Chinese word, my name, and I had gotten it done while on a trip to California two years before. Most of the time it was unseen, but because my shorts were sitting low on my waist, part of the tattoo was visible. -- “Yeah, it’s actually my name, I got it done some time ago. But embarrassed, lah, so I keep it out of sight.” My back was facing him, as I was rummaging for his book on my messy table. -- “But it’s great! Can I see all of it?” He was genuinely curious. With that, he walked over, and used his index finger to touch the tattoo, unasked. I jumped, and my heart started to race even harder. -- “Oh, sorry, it isn’t painful, is it?” He withdrew his hand. -- “Oh no, it’s just a little . . . ticklish.” That was the best I could fumble. -- “Can I see the whole tattoo? I think it’s great that you feel so strongly about your Chinese name. I’ve always wanted to get one done too.” -- “Err . . . sure.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted, and what I wanted, or what I was doing. I just lowered the left side of my shorts a few centimeters, exposing the whole character. -- “It’s beautifully done. You went to a good tattoo artist. Was it painful?” Once again, he used his index finger to trace the calligraphy on my skin. I wasn’t sure whether the dampness on the front of my shorts was sweat or pre-cum. I thought I knew him quite well, and I was quite sure he wasn’t flirting with me, just innocently musing at an unusual tattoo. And then, I turned around to face him. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning over with his arm, and as I turned, I gently took his hand and pulled him up. I remember with crystal clarity that at that moment, I knew I had a choice: either ignore all that had happened, pass him the book, and he would head back to his bunk on the lower floor. Or . . . As he stood up, he must have thought that he had offended me. “Oh, sorry …”, he said, embarrassed. But then I brought his hand to the front of my shorts. “Oh, sir . . .” His didn’t take his hand away from my cock, but his face registered surprise, puzzlement and uncertainty. Before he could take his hand away, I leaned over to him and kissed him gently on the lips. He flinched momentarily, his eyes grew bigger, but he didn’t push away. “Sir, I didn’t know you were into men . . . “ I kissed him again, this time, deeper, longer. He didn’t resist, even as my tongue began to explore his lips. “Don’t say a word, just relax,” I could barely pant out these words in my breathlessness and arousal. I began to kiss him again, this time on the neck, the ears and his lips. I pushed him against my metal cabinet, his back against the cabinet. One of my hands was behind his neck, my other hand was playing with his nipple, and then I moved down to feel his cock, which by now was also hard. All this while he had not moved his hand from my cock, and I noticed with relief and pleasure that he brought his free hand to my waist, to push me closer to him. He was getting into it. “I’ve never touched another guy’s hard cock before, sir.” I was still kissing his neck, his chest, and his nipples. Each time I licked his nipples, he gave a little gasp. I tugged my shorts off, and then his too. He didn’t protest. Our bodies came together in a tumble of sweat, erect ions, hands, nipples and pre-cum, my body grinding against him, him against the metal cabinet. When my hard cock pressed against his, he gasped and swore. He had always seemed very refined, and I had never heard him use expletives before. His swearing turned me on even more. I grinned and went on kissing him, determined to make it last. He was breathing deeply, hard, trying to catch his breath. My mouth moved downwards, from his nipples to his navel, to the trail of curly dark hair downwards to his erection. Since my previous visit to the swimming pool, I had not tasted cock in several months, and wanted it badly. Kneeling down, I held his testicles with one hand, tickling them as he gasped and moaned, and, without a word, I took him entirely into my mouth. “FUCK, sir!” He shouted and moaned so loudly I was worried that we would be heard. “Shit, I’ve never done this before!” he gasped, between hard, short pants as my head moved up and down on him and as my fingers played with his balls. A few minutes passed as I gave him his first-ever blow job. He gave quiet little yelps, moans of pleasure, gasps, and his hands reached over to hold my head, my ears. Soon, I knew he was going to come, and I stopped. -- “Shit, sir, please don’t stop, you’ll kill me!” I grinned. I took him by the hand to my bed, and pushed him down, him below me, as our bodies came together once again. As I got on top of him, he pleaded, “Sir, don’t fuck me, please, I’m straight…” -- “How do you know I want to fuck you?” I whispered into his ear, as I bit it gently, using my tongue to lick its edge. He moaned louder. I loved the smell, the feel of our sweat mingling together, two hot, hard bodies coming together in a tangle of sheets and pillows. One moment I was on top of him, kissing him, sucking on his earlobes or nipples or licking his glistening abdominal muscles. The next moment he was on top of me, grinding his groin against my stomach, his eyes closed, his hands on my chest. Till now, he had not kissed me yet. We turned over again, our legs moving together against each other’s inner thighs, our bodies slippery against each other. -- “Fuck me, sergeant. This is your chance to fuck an officer. Fuck my brains out,” I whispered into his ear, urgently, hoarsely, raspily. I grabbed my wallet, next to my bed, and took out my emergency condom that was always there, tore it, and passed it to him. He seemed puzzled at first, and then took it, and put it on himself, a bit clumsily. The thought flashed across my mind momentarily: Could this be his first time? -- “Fuck me, soldier, come on!” I flipped him over, and he was now on top of me, my legs over his back. Using my legs, I urged him into me. Slick with sweat, we needed no lubricant to ease the entry. I groaned like an animal as he came inside, easily, smoothly, in one movement. -- “Fuck me, hard, soldier, this is a command!” I knew he liked the reversal of roles, the sergeant fucking the officer. He thrust hard, urgently, between gasps, as my legs moved up his back and as I arched my lower back higher to meet him, thrust upon thrust. He felt deep inside me, warm, hot, hard and throbbing. I knew we could not last much longer. I moved my legs even higher, up to his shoulders. He bent over me, took my hands and pushed them above my head. Our bodies were so close, the sweat from his head dripped on me, and my cock throbbed with pleasure and the need to explode. I moaned even louder. Then he did something I had not expected. He stopped thrusting. Opening his eyes, he looked at me, panting, and for one horrible moment I thought he wanted to stop. Then he started thrusting again, this time, more gently, slowly, but more deeply. He leaned over closer, my legs on his shoulders, his head over mine, looking into me, and then he kissed me. At first it was tentative, like he was not quite sure what to do. Then his mouth opened further, he gave in to his body’s signals, and I could taste his tongue. We kissed hard, as he kept thrusting. It was at that moment that he came. His eyes shot wide open in a look of surprise and pleasure, but he did not let go of my mouth, but moaned into me. I could feel his contractions deep inside me, pumping, exploding. Hi orgasm triggered mine, and I shot all over him and me, as he took one hand and reached down to finish me off. Then he let go, and our bodies unlocked. We lay on my bed, panting, sticky with cum and sweat, spent. We had finished our run just 30 minutes earlier. -- “Fuck, Shawn, that was incredible. I haven’t had sex in at least two or three months …” I panted. He took off the condom, dropped it on the floor, and was silent for a while, breathing deeply. I thought he had fallen asleep. -- “Sir, that was my first time. I’ve never done this before.” -- “You mean sex with another guy?” -- “No, I mean I’ve never had sex before. With anyone.” I was a little surprised, but it filled me with a rush of pleasure and pride. I leaned over to him, spooning him, our legs entangled together, my hand caressing his nipples, stomach and groin. -- “I hope it was good. At least better than my first time, with some anonymous dude in his car…” I had been a horny, curious 18 year old, and had heard stories about Fort Road , where I had gone cycling late one night. That guy was probably in his late twenties, spoke broken English, mostly Mandarin, but had been extraordinarily gentle with me when I opened my legs and sat down on him in the back of his car. -- “Sir, you know I have a girlfriend, right?” Actually, yes, Shawn had mentioned it some time ago, and I knew that they had been together since Junior College. -- “Fuck, Shawn, don’t overthink this. It’s just once, we can forget about this and never talk about it again, and you can go back to living your straight life.” He was silent again for a few minutes. Then, he took my hand and moved it to his cock, which, to my surprise, was hard again. -- “But, sir, I don’t want to forget this. That was incredible. . .” He turned his head to me and kissed me again. We didn’t go out for dinner that night. Later that night, after our third round of lovemaking, after his first time getting penetrated, first with my finger, then with all of me, we fell asleep in my bed. That was my first time sleeping with another guy, his hand over me. The next morning, when we showered together, he gave his first, clumsy blow job, which ended with my cum all over his hair, which he had to wash out again. After the shower, he dashed down to his bunk, but before he left, he told me to wait, not to wear my Number 4 yet. He came up a minute later, still wrapped in a towel, holding his uniform. He had a shy grin. -- “Dunno how you feel about this, sir, you want to exchange briefs today? We’re about the same size anyway.” I was stark naked, sitting on my bed, and my cock, which he had sucked just a few minutes earlier, went hard again at his suggestion. -- “You nasty little bastard….” I walked to my cabinet, pulled out my favourite 2xist jockstrap and threw it over to him. -- “Fuck, sir, you expect me to wear this? Damn airy . . .” He passed his to me, a sensible pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. I put it on slowly, gently, and as I wore it a small patch of pre-cum stained the front. -- “Sorry, sir, no time for another round already…” He gave my cock a squeeze, then wore my jockstrap. It was a little bit small for him, and the front could barely hide his erection. I leaned over to him, grinding my cock against his, and kissed him, deeply. With one finger I went deep inside him, causing him to gasp in pleasure and pain. -- “We’ll make this quick,” I whispered as I simultaneously fingered him and moved down to take him into my mouth again. 15 minutes later we reported for our respective duties, a little late, the taste of his cum still fresh in my mouth. I was faint from hunger, and giddy with sex-charged pleasure. * I started clearing my ORD leave just a few weeks after that Friday evening. We got together a few more times after that, once in a bathroom cubicle in the middle of the day, and once in his house as his family as away on vacation. We never saw each other as boyfriends or lovers, and as far as I knew, all our sex never shook his conviction that he was straight and would one day marry his girlfriend. I sometimes felt sad, but I enjoyed the intensity, the physicality of the sex, our bodies coming together, two guys simply enjoying each other’s bodies. It was male bonding at its best. I lost contact with Shawn after I left for the US some months later. It took a while before I could shake off the image of Shawn whenever I was having sex with someone else. We met again at the funeral wake of our battalion CO, three years ago. He looked the same as ever, tanned, fit, no sign of a creeping paunch or a receding hairline, but with some graying hair. I was with some of my old officer pals, and saw him at a distance. After the distance of time, he could still set my heart (and my cock) off. I wasn’t sure whether to say hi, but then he saw me, jumped up, and came over to say hi. -- “Sir! Wow, it’s been a long, long time! I heard you were in the US?” I made a show of trying to remember his name. “Shawn, right? Yah, I just got back about a year ago, got my degree there, met someone there and stayed there for a while more.” I noticed a slight shadow pass over his face when I mentioned my ex-boyfriend, but it could also have been my imagination and desire. We had some small talk – the small talk you exchange at wakes – and I found out that he had gotten married, had two children, and was doing quite well. He had left the civil service after his bond, and had joined a bank. He had just bought a house in the eastern part of Singapore, not too far from our old camp, and invited me over for dinner one evening. I made polite noises and declined, lying that I would only be back in Singapore for a short while before flying back to the US. What would we have talked about at dinner, with his wife and his children there? That once upon a time we fucked each other’s brains, that I had won his virginity, that he was the first person who ever kissed me back? That I still had his old pair of white briefs, which I had kept, and had worn, on the nights when I felt lonely? That night, I went back, and threw his briefs out. They were quite worn out, and the waist band was already fraying anyway. ==========

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tks eugene I have all along like it plain, I don't like loud designs (the range that demarko listed above is not my cup of tea)!!! kekekekeke

Do you have to tip them for the massage and all? How much is to tip? I don't want to have a cultural clash whereby my action insults them.

I believe they prefer the paper with SGD$ signs on it.