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i said i wasn't going to JO and cum. but now that i have seen some porn. my dick is hard and now I am tempted of releasing my juices. anyone want to watch or mutual with me?

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SG chn in KL now around KLCC grand Hyatt seeking young fit chn (similar here)

I’m alone at home now… looking for daddy to come over my place and play with me

Will be going to KSL onsen Klang tomorrow noon with a friend. Anyone else joining for a nude soak?

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Local Chinese seeking Chinese guys for shower together, hugs and kisses, jerk off each other relationship. I have a preference for fit, well toned guys aged 40- to 55+, especially married men. Hoping for regular above mentioned relationship, at my place near corporation drive, lake gardens park. Every Sunday where possible.

Just try my luck here. Seek for a long term relationship to settle down. 38C 185 65

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Big cock ready for suck, anyone?

I used to lament not being able to host when I was younger. Now that I finally have my own place, I find myself avoiding it, because I’ve come to value keeping my space clean, calm, and sane.

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I can relate and actually experienced a similar situation but my approach is quite different. One of my former coworkers and I became really close. We were so brothers close, and love to tease each other in workplace and people felt we paired really well. He knew I was gay and I find him rather attractive, kind and very intelligent. There was no pressure working hamoniously together.... One day, I received a wedding invitation from him when he walked into the office. He decided it was time to establish a family and has been surreptitiously dating his former classmate. Startled, I re-read the wedding invitation to be sure it wasn't a hoax because he was considered young at that time. Reality creeps in when I watched him walking down the aisle with the church bell booming loud as the couple exchange rings. We parted ways due to company restructuring, and it turned out they had a baby boy a year later. We haven't seen each other in ten years because he is busy with his family and I am at my new career..... One christmasy night, I caught him waving at me at the local Starbucks while on my way home from work. We had a pleasant conversation. He has two children then and a third one is on the way. He complained about his wife nagging him about little home things almost every day, and work life was difficult because he had a new boss from hell. I didn't tell him I loved him or feel disappointed when I received his wedding invitation back then. What is kept secret, remains secret. I've long since moved past my jealously when he got married, probably because many stories came and went in my life after we lost touch. Telling him that I had purchased a new apartment and was leading a carefree single life was the only harmless form of retaliation to make him envious? My best guy is already a family man, so I try not to presume he has other sexual intents here, even if my cheap, innocuous jab means nothing. In general, I don't think any Straight males, even though we got along well, would be sexually attracted to me if they realized I was gay. The man is melancholy and longs for a familiar face and fond recollections of someone who can listen well, console him, inspire him, motivate him, or do anything else that reminds him of the good old days we were colleagues. We happened to cross paths on the most regular day of our lives. I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, but if I had, I wouldn't overshare anything intimate or private that didn't really happen or that could lead to unnecessary anxiety, conjecture, or paranoia that may sour a supposedly healthy and safe relationship and complicate things that didn't or shouldn't exist.. In any event, as the night progressed, I and my former colleagues parted ways. I left my best man with a good vibe and a favorable impression since I was a good confidante. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody complicates each other's lives. It doesn't matter if we ever meet again, but as I saw his last shadow fade into the night, holding newly purchased gifts in his hands, I recognized that his heart and soul were still with his family, despite whatever was giving him so much stress at home and workplace. I do not regret letting him go, and I have also felt at peace with myself. Fast forward, who knows his eldest son is probably married now and the guy I once secretly love, from my ex work place and whom I met for 3 hours chat at starbuck, on Christmas night, might become a grandpa soon? If so, I am happy that good people are happy.

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Going later 10am. Hope have hunks

Good Morning, Guys - “We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.” ― Charles Chaplin

At KL Grand Hyatt today anyone wanna join

It occurred to me that it's likely not many gay men watch soccer matches. I was out grabbing supper when I got caught in the World Cup crowd at a nearby mamak. Went for a shawarma and ended up staying for the second-half of the match just people-watching and noting the crowd's excitement. I think there's a lot you can learn about a person from the way they cheer or despair when their favorite team is involved, and how some process victory and losses. You can also learn some quick soccer facts while watching with the crowd, and get to know people. Some men are very adorable when they cheer, and you realize it takes very little for these mostly heterosexual men to be happy. It's also flattering I had a few Middle Eastern men check me out too. Even for a non-scene person, the Egypt vs. Argentina match was easily entertaining. I think I might tune in for some of the matches leading up to the finals.

钟馗 - Chinese anime movie.

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Hm, but some watch these Channel 8 Chinese soap operas there

Anybody at Ho Chi Minh? im here for a month. intro 28 166/56 chi here. tele @heyhunneh

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Looking for somebody to satisfy my cravings and feed me

Chn fit btm looking for now. Pm if u can host in north or northeast

They dont copy ur IC. Just need ur ID for first registration to confirm yr age as in legal to enter and also for price differentiation. The older u are the more u pay. Its just a place for gays to have sex. Don't expect 5 star hotel facilities, customer service or cleanliness. It is just a place for one purpose and thats sex. You may step on somneone cum as you walk.

Just heading to the washrooms nearby to jewelry shop ☺️

Yes. I prefer it to be what it is now.. i dont mind the staff checking every now and then to keep the place clean and tidy. Hahah for breakfast i only had chinese burger and bacon and wanton. Though they have beef noodles and more. Someone will prepare it for you. And some chinese vegetables which i didnt try.. hahah I slept in the sleeping cabins.. though a lot snoring from other cabins can be annoying. But so far i had a good rest in a comfortable position.

I had a great time on Saturday. To the nice older Chinese gentleman who sucked me like an expert I salute you! Same to the sweet chubby guy with bleached blonde hair, your cock-sucking skills are amazing. I finished off in the TV room upstairs when a muscular Vietnamese guy saw we stroking and asked me to fuck him in the back room. He made me lie down on the mattress, got on top of me and rode my cock like crazy. I had a great time! Oh and one hour later I had another round with a muscular Filipino guy on the mattress at the roof top, next to the sex chair thingy. If any of you are reading this, thank you for the great evening! (My cock, balls and nipples are still sore from all the fondling, sucking and fucking lol).

JLG NTU Yunnan so happening! Haha Yunnan lights off shiok! Bulim too!

Today saw some action going on in the steam room. 2guy rubbing each other and the staff suddenly barge in. Wanna play, tactical abit lah. Staff said " stop or i call police ah"

Visit the steam room😁

Lots of hot, steamy action in Paragon, Paya Lebar and 100AM these past 2 days. My pecs and cock have been played with so much 😂 Super hot

Not a member, anyone wanna go with me on weekdays morning 11am?

Ok where is this massage place

It's screaming from the roof top rather than underlying message. 😄 It's the equivalent of hanging a big sign at the door: Old gays, please drop dead. 🤣

57 chn 180 72 into dad-son monogamous exclusive relationship ... for boys under 40yo Or Exclusive buddy-regular ... for boys above 40 yo

Used to have a fantasy of being a bottom for a group of foreign constructions workers. Managed to get that box checked out

This is my third day in Jakarta and I find LGBT life here mostly sad. The reason behind this is that there are not many gay cruise areas, bathhouses or gay massage centers. LGBT mostly rely on apps like Grindr. Meeting via the grindr app is also not very safe, as many reviews mention security, theft, and even trouble by inviting people from the app to guest rooms. Since I'm here I would love to try an Indonesian guy but unfortunately when I tried to search in Grindr I was able to find a Malaysian guy to play with instead of Indonesian guy. Well, I'm still trying to find and hope to meet someone during my stay at the hotel facilities like sauna and steam room. Allowing outsiders to return to the room would not be the first choice as safety always comes first and I can see security being slightly less safe in Jakarta. Even locals do not recommend walking alone on the road but recommend to take a grab rides. I just met one for fun so far during my three days in Jakarta, but hope to meet some good Indonesians to hang out or even fun.

This is the first part of my first attempt. I hope you all like it. This is Dedicated to Marky and all BW members, moderators, etc for encouraging me. I hope I don't disappoint u guys. Kisses Yas Part 1 - Growing Up... My parents came from a northern state in Malaysia in the 50s. They had to elope because both their families did not take too well to mixed-marriage. I was conceived in Malaysia and born in Singapore. My mother was Chinese but my father was not. My father managed to get a fairly good-paying job and we all lived in a single-storey terrace house in Sims Avenue where the rent was only $15/- a month. The house had only 1 big bedroom but was partitioned into 2 smaller rooms. Mum & Dad stayed in the front room while I stayed with a young nanny/maid in the other in 2 single beds. When I was about 4, I started to be aware of sounds coming from my parents' room late at night when all the lights were out. I realised it was their muffled sounds and the bed creaking, followed by a relieved sigh then silence. During this time the maid would be fidgeting in her bed under the blanket and she would let out a long sigh just at about the same time as my folks. This 'activity' happened maybe 3 or 4 times a week. On some nights, after the silence, a longer bout of activity followed by silence would occur and very rarely a third round. Then everybody would go to sleep. I being at that age knew nothing. I only noticed my Mum & Dad having perpetual grins on their faces and speaking quite sweetly to one another. I think technically I lost my rear hole virginity when I was very little. Again when I was around 3 or 4, I noticed that whenever I was sitting on my potty and was constipated, Ah Lin the maid would soap her fingers and poke it into my anus. She had small fingers and it didn't really hurt that much. When I was finished with my 'job', she would clean me up with soap and water and let her fingers tickle my ass. I found that I enjoyed it. I think subconciously I always hoped to be constipated. I think Mum always wished I was a girl and I was spoilt like a little girl. Mum was always very over-protective of me and treated me like a girl but did not dress me up as one because Dad wouldn't allow it. I always stayed in Mum's room to watch her put on her make up and lipstick before she went out with Dad. Whenever I could I would watch her put on her underthings then her sarong kebaya, while hiding behind the curtain. (The rooms did not have doors; only curtains in the doorway). I think that was how I had this fetish about breasts. I loved seeing her rather firm medium-sized breasts just before she put on her bra and I always fantasised about breasts on me. Sometimes after the folks went out, Ah Lin would put on some make up for me and let me wear her tiny underthings and we would play like two little sisters. Sometimes we played with the girls from next door. We stayed in this house till I was about 10. To be continued.......

Part 9 - The final tryst before Mustafa's departure (IV) Mustafa told me that he was going to be in Japan for two weeks and after that would most likely get on a cargo vessel bound for the Arabian Gulf and get back home to Kuwait. He made me write down his address in my little pocket diary and made me promise to write to him. I promised and seeing no one about, reached over to give him a peck on the cheek. We held hands and once again declared our love for each other. We looked into each other's eyes and I started to tear and broke the hold on his hand and ran to the water's edge, hesitated momentarily, then ran into the incoming tide and immersed my whole body into the sea. I swam a little further out and just treaded water. I did not notice Mustafa coming into the sea. He had dived in and made his way underwater to where I was. I almost jumped up when I felt something (then realising it was Mustafa)lift me out of the water and threw me back in. He caught hold of my flailing arms and pulled me out. When I had caught my breath and brushed off the water from my face with my hands, he hugged me so tight I almost became breathless. He kissed my ears and my forehead, then I felt the familiar stirrings in his groin. He led me back to the shore and we moved back into the pillbox becasue it was getting hotter out on the beach. Must have been about noon or 1 pm. Inside the pilbox, it was much cooler than the outside. We sat on the groundsheet without a sound, we were facing each other. Mustafa had his legs spread and his groin was exposed; while I scooted in between his legs and let my groin touch his while both my legs spread out and over his legs and round his waist. I held onto his body so I would not fall back. I could feel his erection hard against my groin. I started to kiss his hairy torso and nipples - light kisses using my tongue and my lips. He used his tongue to explore my ears. It was a real turn on and I felt my own erection growing. Then he held onto me and we slowly rubbed our groins against each other making our erections even harder. I broke my hold and withdrew one leg to remove my swimming trunks. Then I pulled the top of his trunks down exposing his extremely hard dong and I resumed the earlier position. Mustafa reached over for some lube and I helped him apply it onto his thick, long prick. I played with this heavy tool for a while before I lifted my sweet ass for him to spear me with his ample dong. Ohhhhh...... it felt so nice to be filled up with the tool of the one you love. I put my two hands behind me on the sand; I began to move up and down on Mustafa's instrument - slowly at first, then gradually I increased my movement. Mustafa helped by meeting my downward thrusts with his own upward thrusts. Mustafa was going on and on and still he did not cum. I felt my body start to tremble then for the very first time, I had an orgasm in my anal region - an anal orgasm. It is a feeling like no other. I could feel it building up in my belly at first, before culminating in my whole body jerking and heaving; the sensation originating from my anus slowly thru the rest of my body. I felt as if I had the fits but this was very pleasant. Words do not do justice to the fantastic sensations. I felt like I was blacking out but this only served to make the feeling so much more incredible. Mustafa still humped me and my orgasmic spasms caused my anus to tighten round his tool and the sensations were more intense. I still had not cum through my penis and Mustafa was still was grunting and heaving into me. He continued sucking on my nipples and I groaned with delight and when he shot his long awaited cum into the depths of my belly, I immediately shot my cum up onto his hairy chest and we kissed each other on the mouth and then I kissed him long and hard, biting him on the neck and he still did not stop pumping in me. After a while, we both had to let go and catch our breath but his tool was still impaled in me. We just held each other and we breathed heavily. We smiled at each other because we knew that this was the most intense session we had and this was the pinnacle of our physical and heartfelt love for each other. Then I grabbed him harder and told him not to leave me and to just stay here with me. I sobbed and almost wailed. He kissed my tears and told me that it was impossible for him to stay on. He had to go and he had to return to his family back home. Any spectator would have found us looking quite ridiculous. My ass still impaled in Mustafa while weeping. Slowly Mustafa lifted me off him and I just lay down and continued weeping silently. Mustafa was also sad but he kept his tears inside him. His feet were near my face and I reached out and lightly played with his toes. Then I looked at him and saw his erection start to grow again. I said to him that I wanted to go out and wash up in the sea. I put on my trunks and stumbled my way to the water and immersed myself inside the sea and took off my trunks to douche my anus and wash my penis. As I prodded my finger in and out of my anus, I could see quite a bit of Mustafa's spent semen floating onto the surface of the water. Mustafa strode in behind me and pulled his trunks down to wash his tool in the water. Then I washed my face and hands and headed back to our shelter, again followed by Mustafa. He sat down next to me inside and asked me if I was feeling better. I said yes and I kissed him and thanked him for my sexual awakening, for helping me grow up and for loving me. He said this was the longest he'd loved another guy and he was hoping that I'd continue our friendship and relationship for even longer. We just cuddled each other as we talked. Then when the sun was slowly setting, we packed our stuff, got dressed and walked over to the bus stop to catch the bus home. When we got home, my parents were out to dinner and they had left a note to say that there was some food leftover which I was to re-heat if we wanted to eat. We decided we would just have a shower to wash off the sand and salt from our bodies before deciding on what to have. The shower together was silent apart from soaping each other up. When we dressed and walked into the kitchen, I saw that there was some fried noodles and so I poured them all into the frying pan and re-heated it before eating. We must have been quite hungry because we both managed to finish off all the noodles which was quite a lot. After food, my parents came home and we told them how we enjoyed our time at my friend's bungalow, playing cards and swimming (which of course was a lie). They looked quite sleepy from their night out and we bade them good nite and retired to our room while they retired to theirs. Both the bedroom doors closed in unison with light clicks. Mustafa and I undressed for bed and turned out the lights. We got under the covers and cuddled whispering sweet nothings. Since we were both tired from the activities of the last 24 hours, we just naturally dozed off holding onto each other. Early before sunrise, I felt Mustafa trying to force his tool into my mouth which woke me up. I opened my mouth and took it all in and when I felt it was properly lubricated, I spat in my hand and spread the saliva into my anus. Then I went on my hands and knees on the floor and reached back to lead his trusty lance towards my rear opening and let him take me doggy-style. He just entered me so easily and proceeded to analise me for the last time. He kept on pumping into me while fiddling my nipples and squeezing them, then he fondled my prick and when it became erect, he just kept pumping at it till I cummed and as my anus had involuntarily squeezed his dong, he could hold back no longer and I felt his tool spasm as he blew his warm spunk into me. The sleep must have done him good because he had a fuller than full load to pump into me. We then retired to bed to bask in the glow of our mutual orgasms and cuddled up kissing and nibbling at each other. Today was the day. Mustafa was gonna leave for good. Whether I would keep my promise to write was yet to be seen. At about 8am he went in to shower and shave and I showered after that. We were both very quiet (a lump was building up in my throat). The transport came a while later and Mustafa thanked Mum for her hospitality and gave her a small gift, then loaded his two haversacks into the vehicle and we both boarded the transport to the port. At the port, he hugged me and kissed my cheeks again and again till it was time for him to board the vessel. Then he stood at the side of the ship and kept on waving and blowing kisses at me and yelling: "Don't forget" over and over again till I got a bit embarassed. As the ship pulled out of the wharf, I started to weep and I stood there all alone till the vision of Mustafa disappeared from my view. Years later when I visited Kuwait, I tried to look him up by asking people I knew but I could not find him. To be continued.....

A big round of applause to our new story teller. :clap: :clap: :clap: Your story brought us back in time to a S'pore that we didn't know existed. Do keep it up, even though you do not see any replies; you can be sure that there are many silent readers around.

Its 2am and I can't sleep bcos I'm excited that I've received such sincere and genuine encouragements from members like Notsocoolguy; Zackling; Glowingember and of course my buddy Marky (who PM'd me). I just wanna do Part 3. Part 3 Life's experiences in the new place... So it came to be that Ah Lin was responsible for initiating me in anal sex. We became close but whenever we had an argument or we had a quarrel she would call Ah Qua but in all my time with her I never once had sex with her. This all happened when the folks were not in. But we always made up soon after and I would help her cum with the help of a banana or some other long fruit or veggie. When I turned 12, my Dad didn't think it necessary to have a maid and let her go. She cried, I cried and I think the Rover the dog cried too. I started Sec School in one of the top schools in Singapore on Bras Basah Road in 1963. I realised I was a late bloomer because all the boys around me had deep voices and had hair growing in the usual places - armpits, face and pubes. I never said anything to anyone but I felt strange, different and abnormal. Also I was very fair and had a scrawny body although I played some sports. I was very self-concious and I could hear the whispers amongst schoolmates and saw "their nudge nudge wink wink" when they thought I wasn't looking or listening to their conversation. My classmates and schoolmates looked at me differently and they asked themselves why I had not reached puberty. Was I in actual fact a girl dressed in a boy's uniform? I used to run into the toilet and cry. Then at around almost 15 my voice cracked and I sprouted hair on my armpits, my nipples hurt, hair started growing on my pubes, teeny weeny whiskers grew on my face and my legs were a bit hairy and my team mates began to accept me. This physiological change meant I had to leave the school choir. I think I was the last one in school to reach puberty, because even most of the younger boys hit puberty before me. But during all those other painful hairless years, only one boy was nice to me. He sat next to me and his name was Don. He used to try to seduce me whenever no one was looking. I was too embarassed to respond and would usually brush off his hand whenever he stroked my milky white thighs. He always tried to reach into my baggy school shorts and see if I sported an erection. I felt uneasy because it was in the classroom. Other times he would put his chin on my shoulder and move his chin from side to side while blowing at my cheek. I'd just elbow him away from me. The first time I let him seduce me was when we played truant. Every morning I would board the STC bus near my home along Serangoon Road which would pass by his place about 5 bus stops down. I usually sat on the left hand side of the bus next to the window in the last row. He would be waiting at the bus stop and I'd call out to him and he'd board the bus and come sit next to me. If he wasn't there, I'd get off and wait for him to come to the bus stop and we'd board the next bus together. If we arrived at the bus stop near our school and we noticed the prefects waiting at the gate, we would not get off and ride on for another two stops before alighting near Elizabeth Walk - the original Esplanade. We didn't want to be written up for coming late to school and be sent to detention. We would then discuss where to go to kill time or to study. Sometimes we'd go to the movies, other times we'd go to the museum or the aquarium or some park. The first time Don kissed me, we were at Fort Canning Park behind the Van Kleef Aquarium. In those days the place was very deserted on weekdays and the hill was terraced and had covered stone seats covered by bushes on every level of the terraced hillock. Our intention was to just sit there and read our books and discuss our lessons. I was concentrating on a Literature book which was about Alexander the Great (can't remember the title). We were discussing if Alexander the Great was into boys because his servant boy used to sit at his feet and while Alexander was writing or reading something. The boy would always rest his head on Alexander's thigh. We acted it out to see what would happen and we concluded that Alexander the Great indeed liked boys even though he was married. Don was Alexander the Great and I was the servant boy. I was so close to his groin I could see his bulge grow. Don pulled me up seated next to him. He looked into my eyes started to stroke my thigh and slowly reach into my briefs. My prick started to stir. He then put his chin on my shoulder and blew his sweet breath at my face. Goose pimples rose all over my body. I didn't fight him as no one was watching. Suddenly he grabbed both sides of my face with his hands , pulled me towards him and planted a kiss on my mouth. I was too stunned just sat there to let him kiss me and his tongue snaked into my mouth and I didn't resist. He got bolder and squeezed my penis and scrotum and I just cummed in my briefs. It was my first cum and I didn't know until Don told me. Then he took off his shorts and briefs and told me he wanted to fxxk me. I refused! I said I was afraid it would hurt. At that time I had not had anything or anyone enter me for quite a while. Then he tried to push his erect dick into my mouth and I again resisted. We settled on me giving him a handjob. His dick was not very big. He was only about 5 inches and uncut and maybe just under 2 inches around. Also his foreskin was very dark. Just as we wanted to leave, it started to rain heavily. Luckily the stone seats we were seated on was covered. It was more of a love-seat. We huddled as close to the backrest of the seat as possible because the rain wet the front of the seat. In so doing we had to embrace each other and so we kissed again and I gave him another hand job. Shortly the rain eased a little and we were able to catch the bus to go home just as if we were coming home from school. But then Don wasn't the first guy to make love to me. To be continued...