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its actually hard to get anything out from anywhere....but is like buying toto, we know is hard to strike the first prize but we still buy because got buy got hope, no buy no hope

Haha to the random guy on the mrt late Nov expo mrt wearing blue shirt and sling bag...Mrt was full so i got close to you and rubbed your dick for 2-3 whole stations you were blushing the whole time and didnt move away...was so hot...if you still remember me haha i was wearing red long sleeve shirt

I guess its common already in our circle that everyone prioritise those guys with nice body and good looking

Chapter 25 This special chapter will be dedicated to Martin. I had been engaged with projects, family commitment, and love life and at the same time, preparation for Martin’s big day. The wedding was supposed to be held in August but due to the passing away of Daphne’s grandmother two weeks before the wedding day and Martin’s grandfather a week before, took a toll on the both of them. The date has been set to December and hopefully things will go smoothly for the both of them. There are reasons to the hiatus but let us leave that to book number five. I have been spending most of the days with Martin either at Starbucks or his crib when the both of us are available. Just last week, we were out shopping for his suit and other stuff for his wedding. It was the time at AX when he blurted out something unexpected. “You happy for me mate?” I looked at him, puzzled by his question but thought nothing of it, “Oh boy, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” Martin was looking at the mirror and checking out how the pants were clinging onto his ass, “Hmmm like I am worried for you, you know the usual Martin being worried about little Aaron. Like we cannot do things we use to do all these years...” he winked at me from the reflection of the mirror. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I walked beside him and gave him a smack on his ass, ”Well minus the raunchy part, of course we have to stop mate. Like even the slightest things like kissing, I just can’t imagine you being unfaithful to Daphne. Even if she does say that she rather finds you having an affair or sleeping with me than another women, it does not go well with me.” “Haha so you should stop complaining that your navyboy does not give you ample sex else I would fill in that vacuum,” Martin laughed. “Ohh shut up you ass.” “I am just into feelings and the emotional needs,” Martin mimicking Titus. I told him that I would not be surprised if Daphne was sleeping around as well knowing her future husband is a cocksucker. Martin glared at me and wanted to murder me for passing that remark. Eventually we ended up at crossroads for food and drinks. “Hey fill me in, what has been happening in your life?” “Work and projects. There are of course mainly you but other than that, family and bowling. Spending time with them in their golden years is essential I would say. The fact is you will never know who is the next one to go. As you know, my younger days were spend either partying or travelling thus I felt that I have been neglecting them in many ways. My bro is serving NS and ironically he is in the force too,” as I took a sip on the glass of gin. Martin laughed and looked at me with his sheepish smile. “You still angry at me for putting these tats on?” “Oh just shut up you ass, I told you to never get any in the first place but you refuse to listen. Still say you are gonna tattoo my name on your chest and all. Such baloney can? And no it was just for the moment because I wanted you to have this good boy image but being in a band, I can’t blame you right? Furthermore, it is all in the past and I have nothing against it or you.” He handed me an envelope with my name on it. I raised an eyebrow trying to decipher what was it about. I figured it would be another letter and I was spot on. I pry opened the edges and a similar hand written letter greeted me. I will type word for word what was in the letter without any editing, similar to the previous one. “ Hello aaron, how time flies and within the blink of an eye, it has been almost 8 years when we first met. How often do we look back at the good old memories and begin to ponder. Did we live with any regrets or have we been satisfied with the entire outcome we have braced thus far? And before you know it, I am going to walk down the aisle with you by my side as my best man. Yes i know it is such an unorthodox way to ask you for this favour but you don’t have a choice mate. You HAVE to be my best man on my big day because for you are the only individual that has made a significant difference in my life throughout these years. i know we are both occupied with our own activities these few years and meet only once in a blue moon but I will always remember you as the first guy I have ever kissed and had any sexual physical contact with. Trust me on this when I say you were the only one and the last one, I meant that. After our separation, it was all about building the foundations with daphne. I know the occasional raunchy moments we had and those drunk nights, I never regret having the bestest mouth fucked experienced ever. Although, I am quite reluctant at times when we had to do what you wanted. You know the uniform plus tying up part and cum control things like that stuff. I felt the enjoyment but at the same time felt as though I am a slave succumbed to my master wishes. It had this weird sensation where I am enjoying it but at the same time felt abused. Weird right? Haaa Haaa Haaa … however… it doesn't change what we are to each other… It's like there has always been a piece of my soul missing and I feel that it is inside of you. We both grew so connected to each other, so comfortable with the genuineness and ease of our companionship, that we became careless in keeping our relationship a clandestine. It was not as though that we were physically affectionate or discernibly in love, more that it had became unmanageable for us to hide our close attachment. Both you and I had gradually acquired the unmistakable air of old-love; finishing each other's sentences and speaking to one another with an offhand, audacious intimacy that was eventually spotted by the rest. aaron… you have taught me how to love. Remember when you told me that to love was to overcome ones void of loneliness and to fall in love is actually to take the leap of faith even though your brain tells you not to. You once told me that the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he or she should be right? this is going to be a lengthy letter and I am planning to let you read it while we are having dinner or a drink so that I can enjoy whatever I am drinking or eating while you read on. If you ever post this on the forum, please edit my bad english although knowing you, you would type down the exact sentences. Damn you aaron haahaa… every moment when I was having a not so pleasant moments with daphne, the images of you would always came to mind. And the words and advices you have given me throughout these years on how to manage and build a relationship has been rather a positive influenced. We are after all humans, and more than often our human side kicks in more often that we can say “I do” especially you know those moments when you encouraged me not to give up and how to manage certain issues that might surface, it did work. Not giving you credit for being the love guru of my life but more to you knowing how to handle situations better than my peers who always tell me that booze will solve all matters. Know that you are the important character in my story. I do appreciate the wee hours drive over when I needed a shoulder to cry on and rescuing me at the airport one time when I was not myself. Despite having a busy schedule, you always make an effort to have that little “martin and aaron time” whenever your schedules lets you to.” “Martin…” I called out to him. He was busy trying to get the lychee from the bottom of the glass. “Yea?” “Can I go back and read it? You writing a letter to me or are you writing compositions. Three pages long my gosh and I feel some ninja cutting onions is gonna come if I continue this…” “AARON! Just read for goodness sake. I wrote it especially for you while writing my wedding vows. Need to feel honored mate.” I could not help myself but laugh at his comical moment although I do feel honored that in between his time writing his vows, he got bored and wrote me a letter instead. Such a sweetheart he is. At this very moment, Navyboy just disrupt my focus in typing this chapter when he suddenly jumps around in joy because he got a B+ for his essay. Told me that the prof was some ex AG and it was difficult to score with him. Ok anyway back to the story; “ maybe one day… I will forget you, maybe I won’t forget you forever… but at this point of time, I wish to tell you I never ever regretted knowing you and I still have feelings for you. I know it is hard for us to be together again but as long as you are happy, I am happy knowing you are happy. We do not know what are the limits of each other. You had too many responsibilities on your shoulders while I had too many principles on my lips. You know something aaron? everything is my fault fundamentally. If I had not approached you and if I had not opened up my feelings to fill in those voids years ago, you would not be in this state right now. Although, I know aaron being aaron would always take each life experiences whether it is sweet or bitter to a learning journey. I have tried being in your shoes and withstanding all the unpleasant matters being thrown at me, I could not take it. That explains on nights where you have to play hero to me and came to rescue this damsel in distress. By the way, what is the opposite for damsel I do not wanna sound girlish mate haa haa… i miss you… I always have and I probably always will. Occasionally there are no happy endings. No matter what, I will be losing something or someone in the end. But perhaps that is what it all comes down to. Love I say is not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to promise to something or someone. No matter what impediments or enticements stand in ones way. In reality perhaps in making that choice time and again, day in and day out, year after year will speaks more about love than never having a choice to make at all or begin with. From you too I have learn the art of forgiving; I came to terms that not forgiving someone is as though you are to be imprisoned by the past. Imprisoned by past grievances that do not permit life to proceed with new experiences. Not to forgive another is like to yield oneself to another person’s control. You will be locked into a sequence of act and response comprising of outrage or revenge. A tit for tat they say which is escalating always. The present is endlessly incredulous and consumed by the preceding. Forgiveness liberates the forgiver because it extracts the forgiver from someone else's nightmare. We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being disastrous of our expectations. We cannot love without being wrecked, yet we cannot continue to love without being stronger than our brokenness. Remember when you told me this aaron? I will eventually be getting married but I just cannot shrug this feeling off, the guilt I am carrying for causing you that heartbreak years ago. aaron, till this day I am still living with that conscience, knowing that I had hurt you unintentionally while filling the void in my heart. It was selfish of me I admit using you to fill in that gap. I have said it once but I will say it again. I am honestly sorry from the bottom of my heart and I know you can forgive me but I cannot forgive myself. More than often when I am alone, I would have this vision of you coming back to haunt me for my past misstep. I wanted to stop with you more importantly I wanted to avoid all those instants where we shouldn’t be but the more I tried running way from reality, the worst it became. At one moment, just before I proposed to daphne, I had this thought of calling the whole thing off and being with you. Then… reality sinks it and it hits on me that you are happier now and at your level best doing the things you love and being with the ones you cherish most. I admit it there was a tinge of jealousy and hatred on how you can overcome from one relationship to another with the blink of an eye. It was like after me, you had Vic Henry and when that ended at 6 years, less than a year or so later you were back on your feet. How you do it still amaze me till this very day. Or could it be that you store all the agonizing memories somewhere only where you have access to or maybe in a void where no one knows of its existence not even yourself? Nevertheless, that time at the water breaker where you came and liberated me from my sorrowfulness that you shared and guided me to the appropriate path. you talked sense into me, painting a bleak but clear picture on the pros and cons of my theory. You were not selfish with your advice and warmth during that cold night even though you had a 9 am presentation due the next morning. Even though you had to tell him a lie so that you can liberate me from my grievances. How many individuals out there would do that for another? We are all selfish human beings which most of the time would only do a certain favor for someone when there is benefit to reap in. in times of realization that we often have this flashback of those we have hurt and lost. Sometimes I feel that my heart has overflow. At times I wonder where you are and sometimes what you are doing. More than once I attended your talk for the young entrepreneurs and finally understood what they meant by ones word could move mountains. I shall skip 3 paragraphs as it contains some very raunchy details and currently I am at starbucks typing this and with so many eyes watching I rather not haha. I will end this letter by saying this aaron; thank you, thank you so so so much for being part of my life... For being present when I needed someone at my darkest hour and for helping me out for my wedding and being my best man. I could never ask anything more from you, maybe one last time –wink wink- but jokes aside. Never knew it would go this far aaron, when you left me on that boulevard and moved on with life. Maybe today, maybe another day that I will make you stay a little while for a smile and we laugh together. For perhaps before my big day, I will show a special place for us to visit when we have a martin and aaron time together. I end this letter with a poem I read somewhere for you my dear aaron. “Leaves will fall, cold will creep in A circle of life that ends where it begins It may take a thousand years and a thousand poems penned But my hair will someday gray and my back will bend. Then my shadow will join my body in the earth once again. I know not the way, or even the when Or who chooses that day we are called away to ascend But you suffused me in your bravery and forgave me of my sins You made a home in your heart for mine to live in, to co-exist as one And in return, my friend, this poem is my oath that a river of love will Run through it until the very end of time.” Thank you <3 Martin “ I folded the letter and placed it back into the envelope it came with. I kept quiet and ordered another glass of gin. Although the surrounding was buzzing, the atmosphere surrounding martin and myself at our table was rather of mixed emotions. At one point, I was feeling rather relief but on a higher note, I was worried that Martin might just succumbed to his guilt and do something senseless. If I did not care, if he does not matter to me, I would not be feeling this way. Fact is, I do and I will always do. Martin has this special place in my heart just like Byrant or Titus has and nothing would change it not even death. I never believe when they mention, “till death do us part” to me death is only another chapter in one’s life. It was during that moment of me being mentally elsewhere that I felt another hand holding mine. “Yea?” was my response. “You ok?” he asked. I nodded but still remain silent although conceivably I was affected by what I had just read. “You know something Aaron? Loving you as my friend is one of the greatest fragments of my life's story. For one day, you will know that having a best bud is much better than a broken relationship.” I could just smile and nodded to acknowledge his statement. True friendship multiplies the good in life and divides its evil. Strive to have friends, for life without friends is like life on a deserted island. To find one real friend in a lifetime is good fortune but to keep him is a fortune. Life will go on no matter what. It does not matter if ten people had entered your life heck it could even be hundreds or thousands of people that have come. All that matter is you need to have focus on those who stayed. These individuals are the ones whom you could turn to, a shoulder to cry on or even a punching bag if you ever needed one to vent out your frustrations. I always ask others which persons in their life means the most to us. Of course the norm would be our folks but one you would consider important. I would tell them; “It is not those who gave you solutions, advice or cures but those who has actually choose to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand” I could say that had some consolation to how I was feeling at that very moment. I quickly diverted the topic to make things less awkward and not to ruin the day. I went through with Martin his wedding vows and told him not to be so cliché. Thereafter, he was asking me for suggestions on where to go for his honeymoon. All was going smoothly when I realised Martin had a little too much to drink. Martin and alcohol does not seem to co-exist pretty well with each other. Gulping down his last lychee until the waitress had to inform him they had no more lychee when he blurted out; “check-in lets go…” I looked at him and tried to decipher if what I heard was true. No I did not have too much to drink, just seven glasses of gin on the rocks accompanied by a few shots of tequila and one bottle of wine that we both shared. “Say that again?” I asked him. By now his face was turning red. Compared to Byrant or Titus, Martin’s lobster face will only kick in after like two hours of excessive drinking. “Check… into… a… hotel… room… can?!” those were the exact words he said. I told Martin that he is probably drunk and I should send him back or call daphne to pick him up. It only hit me moments later that she was away in Sydney visiting her aunty and would not be back till end month. I persuaded Martin to let me drive him back to his crib so at least I know he is drunk at home and not wandering the streets. The last time he was travelling with MTV to do a gig in London, he got so drunk that he woke up three blocks away from his hotel. The worst part of having a high tolerance towards alcohol is seeing your pals making a fool of their own self when they are drunk or high. There was once at Outbar, it was a normal outing with the boys but we decided since one of them for the very first time brought a date, we celebrated for no particular reason actually. That fella had a little too much of shots that the usual “Lets lock myself in the cubicle with someone and make out when I am drunk” kicks-in. It happened at Marikos that incident that I had to reprimand him if there was many cubicles, I would not care less. He was so apologetic the next day and the whole week that I need to reassure him all is good. A little experienced would not kill, as long you do not get caught right? “Just check in anywhere can?” he threw his credit card to me. “Martin Martin, please do not drink over your limit and be all wussy. Fine, I will check you in somewhere but after that I am leaving aite? Take back your credit card I don’t need it. Just take it as old time sake man” with that he nodded and I settled the bill and left crossroads. I gave a ring to one of my close contact from PRH and ask him if there were any rooms left since it was a Friday and most hotels would be pretty occupied. Turns out there was one room left, an exec suite thus I just decided to go ahead with it. Jason my contact greeted me at the reception. “Where’s your entourage sir? Mr Titus is not with you today?” he asked. “Nahh, just gonna put an ex to bed and am heading off…” I said. Jason laughed at my response and enquires if the usual was needed. I inform him that I would come by the next morning to wake him up and if any extension is needed. Martin is not exactly easy to maneuvered around with when he is in an intoxicated state. The top of my head would only reach his ears if we were to stand beside each other. After propping him up on the bed, I took his house key and left him a text saying I will be back with fresh pair of clothing for him. With that I left him in the hotel room and made my way to his crib. It was a surprise to be greeted by his two maids, the same one after all these years. “Hello po Sir Aaron, Ang tagal po namin kayong hindi nakita. Bisita po ba kayo ngayon Sir?” Jinky one of the maid asked me. I was trying to decipher what they were saying but could only make out my name, hello and sir. I figured it must have been something along the lines of hello sir Aaron, are you here to visit Sir or something along that line. “Err hello Miss Jinky, but english please?” I laughed. Both of them were laughing at me while I was taking off my sneakers. “Alam mo kung saan ang kanyang silid, hindi ba?,” continued Jessica. I just nodded and smile while entering the house and took a mental note to find out from Martin what did they say. I was greeted with a familiar face; a face which brings back a distant memories not too far beyond. It was his folks and their siblings. His mom came over to me and did the usual greeting of kissing both my cheeks and giving me a big hug. “Aaron my dear boy, where have you been all these years? Patrick,” she shouted across the room to her husband. “Look at our dear boy, all grown up and getting rounder by the day” I laughed, “Hello aunty, hello uncle, how are the both of you doing?” I casually ask. After a brief moment of catching up, I excused myself. “Ohh Aaron, where is Martin?” “He is back at PRH, Martin is just… well had a little too much to drink. No worries, I put him up in a room. He did not want to head home and wished to spend the night out with me thus the reason I am here to get his clothing” I answered. “Martin is getting married you know that right Aaron?” Patrick interrupted although with a rather apprehensive tone. “PATRICK!” his wife gave him the death look as she said his name. I laughed and nodded with a smile and told the both of them, “ Uncle, Aunty. When we confuse the needs with the desires, all the struggles we have experienced will lead to failure and disenchantment. When in place of love you have sorrows. And in place of glory nonfulfillment of hopes you win, know that it is a natural catastrophe preparing you for illustrious circumstances. I am happy that my best friend, who happens to be my ex, is finally tying the knot. Don’t worry about me; I still have many more wonderful years in my life. One heartbreak did not deter me from going six and three at the moment so chill yea the both of you," as I walked up the stairs to Martin’s room. I heard a loud thank you as I climb the stairs. Thinking nothing of it and just smiling while I trace my steps to his room. The memories of eight years ago suddenly filled me in. How we use to make out and let our clothes off piece by piece from the staircase till we reached his room. I placed my hand to turn the doorknob and it was then a familiar surrounding greeted me. On his wall is a large poster of his band. Tracing my fingers on his study table, I picked up an old photo frame and smiled at the picture that greeted me. It was the picture of us in our number one during our NS days. I would not deny the fact this was actually one of my wanking materials when in time of needs haha. Now let us not lie to ourselves that we have never once taken a picture be it from the Internet or our own and got it off. Recalling a moment when we had a full dressed rehearsal at the old Kallang stadium; “Sweetheart…” Martin called out to me as we were walking down the stairs to the milo van parked by the road. “Yea?” He smiled and touched his crotch while looking at me with those lustful eyes. I rolled my eyes and wanted to smack his peak cap off his head when we were greeted by our FI. “Lovebirds going pak tor uhh? Quick one ok and don’t get caught, make sure don’t tio record by others,” as he laughed and climbed up the stairs. “Eh you, don’t touch your crotch and smile at me for no reason in public can? Your hormones will get us into trouble one day?” I laughed at Martin. He shook his head and keeps smiling. Then he whispered something into my ears. I laughed it off and told him sometimes it is nice to take my advice and do what I do best. I opened up his wardrobe and search for his clothing, something he could wear and probably a few more extras in case he decides to extend his stay. I had to open up another drawer to search for his boxers. Similar to me, Martin has a wide collection of men’s cologne. The last time I counted was 21 excluding those unopened ones. I sat by the edge of his bed and my train of thoughts was transported back to the good ole days. I shifted my focus to the recliner near his window and smile cheekily at that very first moment when we made out at his place. I laughed thinking back how he hated being tied to the chair and being blindfolded. Martin had this very unique smell sorta like those baby powder scent and I know instantly if he is nearby when the familiar scent lingers my sense of smell. I decided the longer I remained in his room, the worst emotionally I would become. Thus after getting what was needed, I left and said goodbye to his folks. The drive back to the hotel did not take that long, within fifteen minutes I was back to the hotel from his crib. I insert the room card and pushed the door open slowly as to avoid walking him up. Although a living area separated the bedroom, the main door is pretty heavy and it will make a loud thud if you did not hold it to close slowly. I looked at him sleeping peacefully on the bed in a fetal position. If things had gone my way, he would be with me and we would have celebrated our eighth year together. The again I tell myself things occurs for a reason and sometimes the reasons are one where we refuse to swallow and acknowledge. Although with Martin, it was for the better. Falling in love with a guy who aint sure of his sexuality is similar to threading on dangerous waters. I unpack his stuff and place it in the walking wardrobe facing the toilet. Then after, I prompt myself comfortably on the sofa in the living room and ordered room service. Perks of being a regular client to the hotel means you do not have to wait donkey years for food or room service to arrive. As I sat down and munched down the snacks I ordered while watching Battleship when halfway through it, the partition that separated the living room and bedroom slide open. There stood Martin, naked and looking groggy. “Where are we?” he asked in between rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the lights in the living room. I threw a pillow towards Martin and laughed, “Your mansion my highness” He caught the pillow and was caressing it at the same time whining, “I miss daphne…” I could not help myself but rolled my eyes and tell him to just sleep. It took him a whole ten minutes before he realised he was not in his room. “Aaron…” he called out for me. I nodded and asked what he wanted. “Why am I naked?” I just smiled sheepishly and continued munching on the chips earlier I ordered. He dashed towards me and sat beside me on the sofa and the same time pulling my shoulders to face him; “What did you do to me? How dare you?” his facial expression was of an angry adult but I know he was joking and the moment I burst out laughing, he laughed along too. I shook my head and took a sip of water from the side table. “You dumb fuck, why would I do anything to you? Just cause you are drunk? Gosh Martin I do not have a fetish of fornicating a drunkard. Imagine this, while fucking suddenly you wake up and merlion on me? That would bring the word disgusting onto a whole new level mate. I took off your clothing and left only your boxers on. After placing the blanket over you to make sure you don’t catch a cold, I left for your crib to get some fresh clothes. How would I know what you did when I was gone? “I was asleep Aaron… you sure you did not do anything to me? Cause it would be nice to get my spark plug checked,” he laughed cheekily. “Didn’t tits says you can have number two as long he remains the big wife,” Martin laughed hysterically after saying that and went off to the bathroom to freshen up. Sometimes looking at him, he such an A-hole but at the same time this A-hole is someone close to heart. We did not do much that night, ordered a bottle of Moscato and we went down to the pool to gaze at the stars. Not as if there was any to begin with but the atmosphere that night was somehow different. The convo began from a habitual topic under the moon and somehow it drifted to matters of the heart. For once, I never liked discussing matters of the heart when drinking. It sorta elevates your emotional side to be heightening onto a different level. Like as though you are more vulnerable and your actions afterwards might be something you would regret or be disappointed with when you are sober. “Did dad said anything when you were home earlier?” he began. I have this habit of biting my lip before conversing in such topics that my partners have noticed it over the years. “Well he told me you are getting married and if I am aware of it…” “Anything else?” he muttered. I shook my head. “What about his tone of voice?” I kept quiet and did not wish to answer him fearing Martin might just tell his dad off. “His tone was ok, friendly as usual. The norm which is expected of Patrick,” was my reply. Martin shook his head, flip his phone around, placed his thumb and it unlocked. With a few actions of his finger, he showed me a text message. “Come on Aaron, don’t lie. Why you protecting that old guy? Not as if he had accepted you when you were my boyfriend back then, only mummy and granny was supportive and wished us well…” Ohh boy, I thought to myself. Sometimes when you try to paint a different scenario to avoid confrontation, this is what it leads to. “Hey Martin, look. I do not want any confrontation between you and dad. Remember the last time round what transpired? I fully understand that as your dad he might be concerned for your well being and maybe he just wanna make sure I am doing fine. Come on Martin, don’t turn something so minute into a big issue.” Martin got up and prop himself beside me. We were both resting on those sun-tanning chair you find at the pool. He looked at me and held my hand. “What?” I asked him and trying not to maintain eye contact. “Look at me,” he gestured. “NO!” I retaliated. He of all people knows I dislike talking to my partner in the eyes during matters of the heart. Reason being is that I will just tear instantaneously when I look at my partner’s eyes. Call me a sucker haha but am human it is inevitable I have this thing called emotions. Martin turned my head to face him and that instant when he smiles it melts my heart immediately. He told me to look at him and listen to what he has to say. “Aaron, I have said what I wanted to say in the letter I gave you earlier on. I just wish the best of lucks in your journey be it work or personnel and especially love. You have this problem where you always give it a 100% in everything you do but with love, put aside 20% for you to bounce back to reality. Look at what happened to your last one, travelled the world, live in posh places, and drive an expensive man toy but six years later look at where it ended. I know you would do anything and everything to make your partner smile and be happy even if it cost you to make sacrifices you wish you did not…” Being Aaron, I always have to find a point to argue on. As I gripped tight on his hand, I looked away; “But Martin, if you give 80% to a relationship, to love, what does the 20% stands for? You mentioned for us to bounce back to reality. Martin, one thing that I have learned over the years is to never expect anything. Expectations will lead to disappointments. Tears are the noble language of our eyes and when true love of words is destitute. The eyes by tears speak, while the tongue is mute. When you are in love martin, your chest ached, your body speaking a language your head could not quite comprehend. Yes in your perspective you might have a valid point where perhaps that 20% of yours will come in handy but you of all people know me. In any matter that I am engaged in, it has to be 100% and wholeheartedly. Why would I go into a relationship feeling half fucked or setting a certain level so that I could fall back. Maybe it might work with other individuals but certainly not with me. You have seen me rebound from you right? You have seen me got over Byrant right? So don’t you worry in regards to this Martin.” Martin leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead; “Thank you for always being around when I needed someone. Hey it doesn’t mean I am married I will forget all bout you. I still want you at my shows when I perform and I still need someone to seat beside me on the plane when daphne is busy working…” I placed both my hands around his waist and hugged him although the position is awkward, I felt very delighted for him. We went up to our room and spend the evening watching movies on bed. Eventually both of us dozed off and it was 830 a.m when my phone rang. It was Titus and he was asking if everything was fine with Martin. I assured him that everything was in place and I would pick him up later that evening to the airport. It was Titus’s term break and he wanted so much to travel Europe thus I had arranged to send him off to Europe for three weeks, expenses included nonetheless. Martin had one of his hands across my chest and one leg crossing mine. His gripped on me was quite tight that I had to wake him up so that I could wash up and head for breakfast downstairs. “Why are you up so early Aaron?” speaking with his eyes still close. “I wanna head downstairs for breakfast Martin, you wanna come? “Come?” he prop himself up. “Yes come, like do you want to accompany me for breakfast or shall I just let you sleep?” He smiled and pulled me onto the bed, “What?” I asked him. “Not cum uhhhh…” Martin smiling similar to a shy schoolgirl meeting her crush for the very first time. I slap his hand hard and give him stern look. “Aaaaarrrrooonnnnnnnnn, I am harrrrrddddd…” whining like the little bitch he is.

He is a grammar Nazi. :-) If his attitude bothers you, then just de-friend him. Oops, is de-friend a legitimate verb? Ask your friend!

“We judge others instantly by their clothes, their cars, their appearance, their race, their education, their social status. The list is endless. What gets me is that most people decide who another person is before they have even spoken to them. What's even worse is that these same people decide who someone else is, and don't even know who they are themselves.” ― Ashly Lorenzana

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http://fusion.net/story/255912/obscure-fetishes-insects-farts-cannibalism-machines/ Today is International Fetish Day, the day on which we honor those among us (and perhaps within us) whose sexual taste err on the wild side. But the holiday isn’t just for the whip-loving leather daddies. International Fetish Day celebrates all sexualities, fetishes, and the freedom to express them—so long as all parties give their consent. International Fetish Day was born seven years ago in the United Kingdom and aims to fight against our culture’s generally disparaging attitudes toward alternative sexual expressions, as reflected in its birth country’s conservative pornography laws. While the holiday initially focused only on celebrating lovers of BDSM, it now aims to promote all fetishes, kinks, and everything in between. Of course, there are at least as many variations on sexual preferences as there are toys in Christian Grey’s red room, some of which have gottenmore press over the years than others. Some people dig degradation. Others dig latex. Others wear a special leotard no one knows about under their clothes. But today, in honor of the holiday, we celebrate four of the most obscure fetishes—formicophilia, vorarephilia, eproctophilia, and mechanophilia. So come, join us, and instantly become the most interesting person at tonight’s dinner party. Formicophilia For many of us, the idea of having tiny insects crawling and sometimes nibbling all over our bodies sounds like a challenge from Fear Factor(remember Fear Factor?), but for those who are into formicophilia, which is considered a subcategory of zoophilia or bestiality, it’s a turn on. As with many things in the bedroom, however, formicophilia often looks better in fantasy than reality, explained Lanae St. John, a San Francisco Bay Area sexologist. “In formicophilia, it will be very difficult to direct those insects to do exactly what you want, and trying to round them up afterwards might not be such an easy task,” St. John explained. Vorarephilia People into vorarephilia derive sexual pleasure from the fantasy of being eaten, eating someone else, or just sort of watching the consumption of another human. While this fetish may sound a lot like sexual cannibalism (of which there have IRL been cases), researchers have specified that with vorarephilia, the “prey” is swallowed whole—the fantasy does not generally involve the chewing of flesh or bodily harm. Vorarephilia also involves fantasies of “consuming” a person whole through the genitals or anus. It’s worth stressing that vorarephilia involves fantasy (which has been colorfully depicted in literature and art), seeing as how it’s physically impossible to consume someone whole. It’s the thought that counts! Eproctophilia One man’s trash may be another man’s treasure—especially when we’re talking about eproctophilia, or sexual arousal from a sexual partner’s farts, more commonly known as a “flatulence fetish” or “fart fetish.” According to Mark Griffiths, a professor of psychology at Nottingham Trent University and author of the only recorded case study of eproctophilia, the practice appears to be gendered, largely involving heterosexual men being turned on by women’s farts. And like some other fetishes, eproctophilia involves dominance/submission dynamics. In the case study, Griffiths’ subject explained that, “The more disgusting, the more I like it as it heightens the sense of duality. The more disgusting the fart and the prettier the lady, the more of a schism it is between the societal expectation and the reality. As for men, it’s simply more dominating for it to be a really gross fart than a mild poot.” Mechanophilia So there’s actually been a decent amount of media coverage (and sensationalism) of mechanophilia, or the sexual interest in machines including planes, trains, automobiles, appliances, robots, androids—really, any machine you can conjure. Mechanophilia is sometimes seen as asubcategory of objectum sexuality, or having an intimate personal and sexual relationship with an inanimate object. Yet Griffiths guesses there aren’t more than a few dozen people in the world who identify as having this type of objectum sexuality—which makes mechnophilia, along with many other fetishes, difficult to study. “No one ever sees a psychiatrist and says, ‘I’m in love with a car and I feel great about it.’ You’re more likely to say, ‘I’m in love with my bicycle and this is a problem,’” he said. “The basic research is based on problematized fetishes.” Indeed, all of these fetishes are rare, and even the experts are unsure how many people are into them. One thing that is helping people who feel alienated by their fetish, though? The internet. Griffiths pointed out that the internet has a unique way of facilitating conversation about our most private sexual yearnings. “If there are four people in the world that have a very specific paraphilia, the internet is where you can meet up and talk about it.” So there you have it! Let your freak flag fly today, folks.

i remember one of my fave videos is of this older fit guy gagging his younger partner over and over the younger guy was eventually covered all in his own saliva, tears and cum/precum of the older guy from the repeated gagging the younger guy gagged and choked all throughout but eagerly kept on sucking after each gag

Yes. Cause in water. Light magnifying into more directions hence tan faster. Sushi Rice or noodles.

I always force the cock deep into my throat and gag on it for a good few seconds before pulling out to catch my breath. Seeing myself tear up and helpless against a top mouthfucking me is such a turn on. P.S. Still a practicing deepthroater. Haha I have so much more to learn.

wet tan faster? really? i shall try then! frog style tanning oil or sunblock?

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Bronzy tan skin trunk or thong?

Finally made a kinky porn video after wanting to do one for so long.

Conquered my first race in 2016! Worst result ever!

How do you like the warm wet sensation thrusting around and through your butthole as you sit on his face?

i think what matters most is how comfortable you are with your own body and at what size do you feel most comfortable. I lose weigh and gain weigh like yoyo but as long as i feel comfortable i try not to think too much about those who call me names or deign to ask if i gained weight. There will always be someone for whom you look attractive to, regardless of your size so don't sweat over it. But, if you do decide to lose weight, do it because you want to be healthy and not because no one was checking you out. All the best!

Prepping for CNY interrogation. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" Possible answers/scenarios: 1) "I just broke up with my girlfriend 5 years ago" 2) "studies come first" *breaks open lecture notes* 3) *points at zodiac chart* 'not my year' 4) *opens tinder* "Nope, nothing"

In the past, I only luv CK , now toot is on my shopping list when I went to its production ctry....I m not sure does @Male-hq sells a toot lesser than S$34? this design: https://www.blowingwind.io/forum/index.php?/topic/54437-underwear-brands-heavily-targetted-to-gay-community/&page=2 now I understand why some bw members claimed that male-HQ is expensive, it is! it marked up by $20 more! ie 58% more http://www.male-hq.com/toot-underwear-basic-nano-trunk-white/ Actually we should realised this much earlier, u r at Ming Arcade (opp. Hard Rock Café), rental is not cheap

A bathtub, a crossdresser, 2 guys and baby oil.. I will let the imagination take over now..

Facesit near bishan ?

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young btm looking for guiding mature daddy in east - tamp.

tsktsk so cute , haven't found someone to sit on your face ah ?

Alan Rickman has passed away after a long bout of Fighting Cancer. He will be missed dearly . #ProfSnape #LoveActually

Need someone to sit on my face to rim and maybe have some farting fun as a bonus experience for me.

22yo chinese here haha trying my luck here lol.

Just trying my luck I saw you at Taboo yesterday. Your friends was the one who pulled me from the crowd, coz you were too shy to get to know me. Honestly I really like you. I regretted that I didn't get your number. I am the guy in black hoodie and wearing braces. Hope to see you again. PM me if you're seeing this

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Let me share my personal encounter for fat loss. Not I use the word fat loss, not weight loss because it is the one that you do not want to exist in excess. You must try to retain as much muscles as possible during your fat loss process because the more muscles you have, the higher your basal metabolic rate (BMR) will be. If you really want to lose weight: You have to monitor closely what you eat . Whatever enters your mouth, you have to record it even if it is a small piece of chocolate, epok-epok, sweets, etc. If you are an office worker who exercises moderately, target for total calories of 2000 to 2300 kcal. Whatever you eat: kuey chap, satay, mee rebus, RECORD IT DOWN. Use an app e.g. MyFitnessPal to ensure you do not go overboard in your meals. Remember: 80% of fat loss comes from food intake. Monitor your daily activities. Purchase activity tracker e.g. Polar Loop so that you will hit 100% activity level on daily basis. I personally use it and also sync it to my Bluetooth heart rate monitor when I work out to ensure that I meet my daily activity target. Hit the stairs, walk more in shopping mall, walk back home from the MRT instead of taking feeder service, etc. to meet the daily activity target. Even if you do not hit the gym or run, you remain an active person. This will account for 20% of fat loss. Use these two tools so that you will ensure discipline and follow the routine. Even if you overeat or did not meet your activity target, do a daily reflection on why you do so and how you are going to overcome those obstacles. Get back to the program!!! Never give up. Look forward to the new sexy you. Hope this helps to get your motivated. Invest in your health!

Just trying my luck to the hunk I met at FF paragon today 1/1/16 inside the sauna at 7+pm, you're hot. Would love to go to the gym with you. Contact me if you're here you know what happened

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Any ass to rim? Pm me

Anyone up for mutual fun? Khatib area.

Just to add on - no description on types and colours of undies worn by the characters, whether they are skimpy, tight, etc, except that he himself goes without undies very often. A typial writer of erotic stories does provide much of such details to help the readers visualise the scene.

I totally like such bitter sweet romance stories between young guys with some non-explicit sex episodes thrown in. But his account is all the more intriguing because most of the guys 1) family wise - are rich, live in big houses in central locations, have parents that always travel and who are accepting of their son's orientation; 2) school wise - are from reasonably reputable secondary schools and JCs, do well in both studies and CCAs, are able to behave openly as themselves in front of school friends, eventually go to prestigious overseas universities; 3) NS wise - do well in NSF, whether in SAF or SPF, receive sword of honour, again are able to behave freely as themselves in front of camp mates; and 4) future career and finance - though the story has not gone to that phase yet, the readers receive advanced notice that they are doing well even though they are in their late 20s at the time of writing and maximum very early 30s now (my own estimation). So overall, it is an extremely alluring story to read. One thing I noticed is that he does not give very vivid description of looks, bod or stats (only a few but mostly not or vague) of the characters in the story. It is at fairly a late stage in the story that he reveals his stats as 167/55 then and 68 now. He also does not mention fashion and accessories such as hairstyle, perfume used, brand and types of casual clothes worn by the characters, etc. He certianly does not describe dick size and shapre, pecs size and shape, whether abs are defined, whether butts are bubble-shapre and firm, whether thighs are muscular, etc, which I totally understand since he is writing about real persons in his life.

No more instalment since Dec 2014?

Gurkhas are hot. Go makan them

I read this since midnight till now, from still till present. I really envy you. This has been an inspiring read so far. Thank you for writing.

Anymore follow ups to this story. Its really amazing!

Anybody want me to suck n rim u now? Place available

I met him at Play. I seldom club. that night went there with my friend on his birthday. I was a bit sad that day, so I danced and looked around like no body's business. Then he caught my eyes. He's cute and alone. He was looking at me too. I continued dancing and looking, cos I was not sure if he is interested in me or he was just, like me, looking around. 1 hour later, I still danced with my friend and he still danced a few ppl away from me. Our eyes met accasionally. I waited for him to approach me, he waited for me to do the same. so nothing happened : D Finally I asked my friend to go to Tantric, leave this boring Play. Before we left, I took some courage and approached him and said hi and intro myself. He intro back. Then I danced next to him for 10 seconds, then our hands touched. Then I held his hand. We kept on dancing and smiling. He was very cute and shy. then I hugged him, and then kissed him. The next 2 hours, we danced, hugged, kissed. The sweet and alcoholic kisses : D The next morning I sms and call him. The next day we met up after work. Then the day after that, and the following days too, we met after work. Spending time with him was like magic. I was into him and he was into me. We only hold hands, kiss and hug for the first 2 weeks. The first time I feel so mature and understanding enough to not demand sex with someone I like that much. Oneday he was sick. We went to the beach in the evening after work, around 9+. We walked and then sat on the sand. The beach was not as beautiful as it used to be, the sky was not as spectacular as I expected, but just being with him made everything else not matter at all. He is there, we hold hands and hug each other, I feel like I have everything I need in the world, right there with me, willingly. We lied on our backs, looking at the sky. I turned to him and kissed him. The sweet kiss that I'd sell the world for. At that moment, I know I have fallen for him. The scene was just perfect: the sea, the wind, the sand, the 2 of us lying next to each other, our hands held tight. - I like you very much, I said - you like me or you love me? - what's the difference between like and love? - Like means you will leave me oneday when you feel bored with me. Love means you will do the things that are best for me, and wont leave me. I did not answer him. cos I was overwhelmed too, at that moment. When i got home, thinking about it, I regreted not telling him that I love him. so I sms :"I love you". he replied with just a : ). I was disappointed, but only for 5 seconds. Then I smiled and felt so happy. The first time I was mature enough to just love him and do not expect him to say he loves me back. I can wait for him to feel it and mean it when he say it. The next day we met. and so did the day after that. Still no sex. though this time I wanted to be with him badly. But this time I know very clearly: I love him and want to be with him. Not like all the other times when I had no idea what I would like to be with the guy I was seeing. So that was how it started. We became bf. Exclusively. And faithfully.