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  1. Here's a personal experience of mine. It's long, bear with me. Last year, I had a short-lived friends-with-benefits arrangement with a friend of mine. 2020 was a rather tumultuous year for me, particularly during the mid of 2020. With lockdown affecting everyone left, right and center, I was no exception too. Being a freelancer, I was struggling to make a living because all of my usual clients were halting their projects and sourcing their projects internally. Put simply, there were months where I earned nothing. On a good month, I'd earn a few hundreds but that was it. The good news is I live with my parents, and we all contributed what money we have from a month to relief each other of any household burdens. Despite the fact that I lived with my family however, my family was going through its battles too. Particularly, my brother had gotten married not long ago and was living with us. Initially, the experience was okay. Over time however, it became apparent that the lockdown took a toll on everyone's mental health. My brother was quite the bully at home, and my parents feared him even though they were the ones who financially sponsored him and bought him a house a few houses down from the family home. Mind you, my brother is a man in his late 30s, helping out with his dad's business, barely financially stable or getting it together and rushing in marriage then family planning. My parents' initial plan was to buy him a home not far away, get him to move out so we can all resume our lives as usual. But the lockdown delayed the construction of his new home, and weeks became months. To make matters worse, my sister in law announced she was pregnant. It was a bittersweet moment for everyone, because we knew the days ahead would be tough as nails, in a bad way. There was a brief period where all economic sectors in KL were allowed to resume, and the construction went on. Somewhere along the way however, the contractor start embezzling money from my parents. Promises were suddenly unfulfilled and there was a brief scuffle between the family and the contractor. To cut the story short, my parents and brother, fearing that the contractor might come back at them with a vendetta, decided to end things amicably despite knowing full well they had suffered 10k in financial losses. Around the time the lockdown was momentarily lifted, I had found a job, courtesy of a friend of mine. It wasn't what I wanted, considering it offered a fresher's pay, but I took it because it beat having zero clients and earning measly hundreds monthly. But the job offer didn't last long. You see, the job that I took had outrageous KPIs, expecting me to prioritize quantity over quality. I was not one to turn in my work half-assed. My boss knew I meant well and cherish my contributions, but nearing the first month of my probation, we both agreed this wasn't working out. On the week the bad news was delivered to me, I was crushed. The family drama hadn't ceased, and I had no social support that were immediately made available to me. At that point, I was already a year into BW forums, and joined the BW group chat. I was aware of certain members in that group chat, and acquainted myself with someone decent and oh-so my type. That particular day I was crushed, I needed someone to talk to, someone proper. Instead, I reached out to the acquaintance from the group chat, hit him up and asked if I could come over to chat. I told him I was looking to hook up, and he merely obliged. I took a 45 mins - an hour's drive to his place. Not sure what the hell what I was doing, yet deep down not heeding the voices in my head well enough. When I got to his place, I was greeted with a contemporary-looking apartment. Your usual high-end residences with some bourgeois name. I registered myself at the guardhouse, parked my car at the visitor's parking lot, made my way up to his unit. I rang the door bell, and was greeted with a pleasantly dressed guy, grinning at me and ushering me in. He was hospitable throughout my stay there. Offering me lunch because he knew I hadn't eaten. Pouring me a glass of water. Despite knowing I was there to get sexual with him, he treated me like any other guests. Instead of moving about awkwardly and not knowing what to do, he made me feel at home. We talked for an hour or two, and I poured my heart out to him, how I felt completely lonely and unsupported throughout the lockdown because my family has its fair share of drama already. What he gave me was a safe space, and I spoke without inhibition for the first time in that year. An hour or two went by, when things started to settle down, we talked about more casual stuffs. It was then I learned he was married, not to a lady. No, he was married to man. An actual marriage. He and his husband had registered overseas. I thought... wait, if you're married, wouldn't this be wrong? Turns out, his husband was overseas, settling in and working to get a PR. When things had stabilized, he would then move over to join his husband. He made it clear that he and his hubby were in an open relationship. I knew I had to get out of there, but lust, grief and confusion altogether overtook all sense of logic at that point. And before I knew it, we were getting cozy and intimate with one another. A few smooches, a few kisses, a slip n' slide of the tongue here and there. A bit of the shirt lifted up, then two bare bodies, and well, the rest was history. I was there for foreplay, but as I've said before, grief clouded my judgment. I don't know what came over me, before I knew it, I told him to take me. I was a virgin up to that point of my life, never experienced any penetrative sex. I thought to myself, if I didn't force myself to have penetrative sex with someone, by the time I meet the right guy and have sex with him, he might be put off by my inexperience with sex. The married guy was thorough and gentle all the way through. He was sexually accepting of me in every unconditional manner possible. I kept apologizing whenever he failed to enter me, because I knew it was my mind protecting me from hurting myself. But a few tries later, some fingering and loosening up, the mind gave up protecting me. He entered me, and it was painful, though pleasurable at the end. That was really just the start of everything wrong. Since meeting him, we have slept with one another 5 times. 3 times which were penetrative sex, the remainder merely foreplay. I'll get to that in a bit. Point is, he knew of my struggles, and offered me a place of solace to escape for a few hours. Since he lived with his housmate, who happened to be gay too, he said I was welcome to bunk in whenever I wanted. That was kept me going back to him. Whenever things got a little crazy at home, I spent the night at his place. Between July to late August, I was spending at least 3-4 Fridays at his place, usually returning home on Sat evening or Sunday morning under the pretense that it was too unsafe for me drive long distance at night. All the times I've spent sleeping over at his place, we shared the same bed. We both knew what it meant to sleep on the same bed together. And I think his housemate knew of the hanky panky we engaged in. I could have insisted on bunking in on the hard couch, but I went with him to his bedroom. We would strip and shower, then go onto the bed, cuddle under the sheets. Then the same thing happens smooches and kisses, licks and sucks, right down to fucks and moans. Sex is sacred to me. Particularly because I have always maintained a "sex for your boyfriend only" principle. I would want to have sex with someone who's in a committed relationship with me, but I betrayed my own principle. There I was, having my cherry popped by a guy I barely knew. Despite his efforts to make me feel comfortable and human, I knew it was wrong. But I went back for seconds and thirds. The second time was when I thoroughly enjoyed my sex with him. I don't know what happened that night, apart from the usual hanky panky, he helped me enjoy sex for the first time in my life. Perhaps it was the position we assumed. He had fucked me at the edge of his bed and that particular angle allowed his head to hit my g-spot so hard that it made feel me like I was in heaven. After that session, we cleaned up, went back to cuddling. He drifted back to sleep soon enough, but I was conflicted with what I felt. "Why did I allow myself to sleep with him the second time?" I asked myself. The fact that I went back again meant I was comfortable with him, more importantly, it meant I felt safe with him. Above all, it confirmed my worst fears, I was putting emotions into our tryst. I turned over and looked at him face, and realized my heart moved a little. Despite knowing each other for 2 weeks then, I was beginning to form some attachments towards him. Things became even more blurry by then. After our second rendezvous, I complicated matters further by introducing a gay friend who lived nearby him to him. This gay friend was like a little brother of mine. He too had a dysfunctional family, he lives with his mother (parents are divorced) and the mom is constantly taking it out on him. I thought to myself, if I can't physically be there for you, perhaps this married guy could. What was I thinking anyway? I can never tell, but I guess I was trying to be do something good. Outside of sex, the married guy was everything I had hoped for. Intellectual, conversational, very much into gaming like me and enjoys boardgames. He loved cooking too. It was a fit, but alas, it is what it is. He's married and his husband was overseas planning for their future. The only wrong I ever did was developed some feelings for him. He and his husband were fucking different people at different places at the same time. They were emotionally mature enough to handle that sort of complicated relationship. I wasn't, I wanted something simple and sacred if you will, but at that point, my relationship with the married man was anything but sacred. If any, I was on an emotional drug. At this point, you must be thinking. Omg, can you just cut to the chase and answer the damn question. I will. Or, you may be thinking, why didn't you just pull the trigger and cut things off? I couldn't. Everytime I tried to, I was somehow reeled back in. The married guy is super open to sex. He relishes in it. He's on PreP, practices safe sex, goes for monthly STIs if he's active. But what made it super difficult to cut things off, was the fact that our interactions had no line drawn between them. It was a complicated thing. We were more than friends with benefits but lesser than lovers. The interactions, the texts, the daily checking ons, the way we held each others' hands while we were getting at it, it was all too hard for me to cut things off. I thought I could count on myself to cut things off when it counted, but boy was I horribly wrong. The last time we had anal sex, it was nothing special. A heated afternoon, two guys sweating in guest room with volume 3 fan spinning above us. The sex was somewhat aggressive and rough, the lubrication was poor. And I had lost those feelings because the conflict grew stronger. The only takeway from my 3rd sex with him was, I learned how or how NOT to ride someone. Thankfully he was forgiving as always. The remainder times, if you are still reading up to this point, is like I said, foreplay. Clean and simple. The last 2 times happened hours apart. One during midnight and another during the morning wood vibes. That night, we had the house to ourselves. His housemate had went back to his hometown for the long weekend and he was all by himself. He had hinted about wanting me to come over. I could have suggested everything kinky that ever came to mind. "Let's go up to the sky garden and fuck naked," and satiate my curiosity of an outdoor sex. "Let's fuck by the windows in the dark," and fulfill my curiosity of what it's like to potentially be seen someone. "Let's do it bareback," and wonder how it's like to feel the thrill. Or simply moan our hearts out. Neither of that happened. I found myself thinking that I couldn't go on like this any longer. It didn't matter that he and his hubby were open. It didn't matter that his hubby minded or didn't mind. None of it concerned me. But I was wrought with guilt. I would never dream of being a homewrecker, and there I was, defeating that account up to three times then. The softest landing I could afford myself was foreplay and no more. There was one night, my friend and I together went to his house. It was the same night we had two foreplay sessions hours apart. He had hosted a close dinner party with his 2 straight friends along with us. I bought food, he facetimed his hubby over dinner. Everyone greeted him, including my friend. I merely forced a smile. I don't know if I was reading too much into things, but his husband's eye contact suggested he was less than receptive to my presence. Maybe he was just being foreign with a stranger, god knows. My friend knew of our escapades and warned me that I was setting myself up for a world of hurt. But by then, he had taken a liking to the married guy. He regarded him as a mentor of sorts. Nothing sexual for sure. At one point, I lost this friend over the married guy too. This is a story I will not delve into deeply, but it is my fault. My friend had unintentionally exposed me in front of the married guy that I had feelings for him. I think the married guy knew, but never confronted my openly. We fought, and never spoke again. My friend still has my shirt with him and refuses to return it, but oh well. That period, I "ghosted" on the married guy, and he was upset. He implied that I had vanished for a bit, but didn't push on. I had intended to come clean to him, but couldn't find the courage to do so. Thankfully, he wasn't the grudgeful type. Soon, we were back to being friends, minus the sex. All that happened close to 9-10 months ago. And I still hadn't told him what happened. He said his plans to migrate are realizing day by day, and perhaps he would be gone in a year or two. I often wondered if I would come clean to him then, but I guess some things are better left unspoken. I paid him a visit at his place sometime in May. Having spent time apart from each other and steel/rationalized my feelings, I was able to see him as nothing but a good friend. He's still fucking around these days, not that it's good or bad thing. He recounted his sexual rendezvous at a well-known commercial gym. Some boy caught his eye, snuck into his cubicle and fucked him. He speaks of his experience as it were nothing. He spoke of the same fondness about his experience with his gym fling. When asked if he felt more about the guy, he refused to define it, but acknowledges he wished something more had happen. That was enough to convince me that I was but a tool in our tryst too. I don't know if it's right for me to say this, but part of me wished I could turn back time and undo my popping-the-cherry experience. I didn't mind if I was inexperienced, but I wished I could take it all back. It's not regrets speaking, perhaps self-love. Only a few close friends knew of my encounter with him, and they understood what I felt. Some had offered their two cents that he was a "pro" in sweet talking and getting people hooked onto him. In a way, you could say I was being taken advantage of. I was emotionally vulnerable and he could have rejected me, but went with it. The only reason I would never say that openly, is that the sex was and always has been consensual, no matter how ill-informed I was. Sometimes, I worry what would my future boyfriend think about me. I know the saying "Those who mind don't matter, those who matter don't mind," applies. But I guess I'm still disappointed in myself one way or the other, but that's my own demons to fight now. We live and let learn after all. To end this long, diverted digression. The answer to the question, is it wrong to sleep with a married man? My answer is no, but can you draw a line for yourself is what I'm asking. I wholeheartedly agree with doncoin's post that you deserve happiness, and continuing to delude yourself will only lead you to more pain. Some posts here talk about how they make things clear with their flings, good for you if you're able to keep emotions and sex separate. Some of us can't. And no matter how much you try to draw a line, we're emotional beings at the end of the day. Friends-with-benefits or fuck buddies usually go two ways, they either stay the way they are, or someone catches feelings and fall for one another. At which point the question that begs to be heard is, do you take a chance on each other and proceed romantically, or risk cutting one party off and going through a world of hurt? I don't know many people who can remain indifferent to their feelings. I could be wrong, but most of the elderly gay men I've known, gay married or straight married, have at one point confessed they were in love with their male (fuck) partners, and wished they could be with them. Some have outright professed they regretted their life choices. But that's another story to be told. My last words. Just don't do something that would hurt yourself.
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  2. Finished home workout today in my bodysuit.
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  4. Dart

    Office plants

    My young Hibiscus plant with its first bloom . The joy and excitement it brings 😊 There's another bud coming up. Hibiscus is not an indoor plant. They need plenty of sunlight and moving air. I have placed mine outside in the balcony.
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  5. Pursuing some kind of relationship with a married man is limiting yourself. You deserve more and better than just a sexual encounter. The married man is not going to leave his wife for you, or risk having his finely crafted image of a happily married man tarnished by having his cover blown. If you accept the limitations and believe that you do not deserved to be loved, or worthy of someone, then by all means, it is your prerogative. Sure, it is ok to have a fling with someone who is married. I supposed there is some fascination with a man whose dick has been inside a pussy which I don't really get. Like most of you, I pass through one when I was born, and have no intention of turning back. Maybe it is some form of association, that by being with a married man, he may rub off some of his heterosexuality into you. Who knows? Still, as a gay man, you deserve better. You deserve your chance of happiness and fulfillment.
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  6. sorry, my friend did not die of suicide, he was diagnosed with Leukemia & didn't get a bone marrow match =( the trauma experienced by the Parents of the 13yo... i experienced coz when my friend died... i questioned my existence. Why is God so cruel to take him away becoz of illness? seeing my friend from secondary school to age 21yo, he had a promising future, he secured a place in N.U.S. & when he was doing National Service, he was a LTA. everyone was jealous of his achievements... & then news came about his illness. he was warded at N.U.H. Kent Ridge Wing & passed away there. There is closure for me, coz i spent time with him before his passing. Whereas the Parents of the 13yo can only depend on photos as memories of their son. & coz he died so young... his life span is shorter than my friend so he leaves behind less memories... how are the Parents of my friend coping with the loss of their son? tbh, they are strong becoz of their faith in God. tbh, both are high nett worth individuals. tbh, 10 years later their elder son had a son & they were happy to play with their GrandSon. But when i bumped into Mrs ** on the train, when i asked her about my friend, she looked down & said, "I will always remember his smile & laughter." from that interaction... even after 10 years... she still misses her second son. Any mother who has given birth will always miss their child. Moving on, everyone in the same class with my friend in ACSBR... makes it a point to invite Aunty & Uncle for Christmas Parties... not to show off their kids to them... but to make them feel "Part of the Family" & celebrate the life of my friend... as though he were alive & joining us in the Party. i dedicate this to K*** F**, U had so much ahead of u, thank u for the 21 years u spent on Earth.
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  7. I think I speak for most of us when I say we're not without our "mistakes". We have all committed a degree of error in our lives and the only thing to do then is to learn from the experience. Is this a lesson though? Not really. There is no absolute right or wrong in the matter. Do I think meeting him to destress is an excuse? Not at all. Lockdown had really drove my family to the edge, and it still is the case. Try living with a very dysfunctional and toxic family plus a pair of timid parents with a hot-headed sibling and you'll know how genuinely stressful things are for my old (wo)man. The married guy truly did provide me with a place to escape for a night or two and it has helped kept me sane on many occasions. What was wrong was my inability to compartmentalize my emotions rationally. My desire to turn back time and undo everything stems not from regret, but self-realization. Simple as that. Still, everyone has their past, and I'd rather be a troubled individual than a goody-goody two shoes. To answer the second part of your question? Who do I turn to in times of need... I appreciate the concern but that's none of your business. And I am certainly not here to be lectured or reminded of my perceived "failure." All you need to know is I've moved on from that chapter and have rediscovered myself in the process, however twisted the process might have been. At the end of the day, I have emerged as an individual with a better sense of self-worth and self-love. And that's all there is to it.
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  8. Just finished a HIIT in my Andrew Christian square cut trunks
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  9. Boyish stroking at toilet tml.
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  10. Coolbriz

    Office plants

    Malaysia's national flower! Nice to have the right condition for flowering plants which I do not have. Yes, I can relate the excitement when your plant is in bloom. I recalled the same feeling when my Tillandsia flowered and the budding that followed.
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  11. Hey just curious anyone here run or workout at Woodlands waterfront or Admiralty park? Especially gym closure period will tend to run from my house to Waterfront and do simple workout at least keep in shape.
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  12. A few questions struck me as I was scrolling through this topic. What is the fascination/attractiveness about a married man vs. an unmarried man? Is having sex with a married man different from an unmarried man? Has being with a married man motivated you to experiment with pussy?
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  13. bwf15

    Office plants

    The antenna one didn't real bloom. The weather is not favourable. It was a good attempt to though.
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  14. Heard someone had 3some at tanjong at the back showers (not open shower) Nice 👍
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  15. First jockstrap, not sure if it suits me or not
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  18. 56 married btm uncle 172 80 5.5" sumang area line phone3x
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  19. Cmon you need to give a hint on the place and who
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  20. If you are a white collar and he is a blue collar, just give him one of your white t-shirts and then you are both wearing white collar. I make this dumb comment because I cannot find much serious problems when partners have different levels of education.
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  22. blowmenow

    Office plants

    radiant red. nice!
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  23. hybridpuma

    Fuck Practice Buddy?

    Anyone can host mutual fun? 7” vers here ok to travel
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  24. To that guy at the Palawan toilet earlier.. Nice to have showered with you.. guess we were too shy to do anything else, also with the interruption by the cleaners. Maybe next time yea
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  25. Often times I encounter the guys on Grindr asking me for directions to my place (for fun). And I would find it so bothersome to explain (take this bus, drop here, walk there). Up to the point that my horniness would dissipate. I mean, at this day and age, you would think people will make full use of Google Maps, online bus routes, etc. For me, when I'm being given an address to a guy's place, I'll be on it like Donkey Kong! Automatically opening up Google Maps, calculating distances, checking out bus routes, etc. Like I'm in Mission Impossible or somethin'. I mean, c'mon. #MondayRant
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  26. To me, it's pure mutual respect and understanding.. He has needs, I hv the urges.. Both are consenting adults. We agreed to what we want on and off the bed. We meet, we released, we part ways. He goes back home and pretends nothing happens. We still whatsapp on and off. No emotion baggage No complications No arguments
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  27. Looking for fwb of similar stats, 29 176 70c smooth average, more towards vers btm
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  28. 30 y.o. is rather young to have the experience you described. It is one of the strongest non-physical pains we can experience. With closure or not, the grieving can persist forever, 60 more years or so in your case. We move on from the grieving, but it remains latent. Very probably it makes us better persons in the end... I had a similar situation when my bf of 21 years passed away three years ago. I am now used to his absence, but here and there he comes into my mind and I cry. I have learned to give thanks to my destiny for having given me 21 years of life with him. I never questioned my existence, but I will forever question WHY we humans have to suffer so much grieving because of the separation from a beloved person. Another thing with which to counter the indoctrination that we should give thanks to some divinity for our life! Instead, it is reason to condemn the divinity for having made us with so many imperfections! Both your friend and mine have achieved peace, and perhaps passed to a better life. What is so negative with that? Shouldn't we celebrate their fortune to have ended this challenging state of being alive, and now being ahead of us? This is something I am trying to convince myself about. .
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  29. Home workout Monday evening. Bod in progress 😊
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  30. Looking for discreet guys to be friends with
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  31. sharing my experience at xxx 2 weeks back. I went there for the first time and didnt request for any specific masseuse. Not sure if I what kind of experience I will get but was hoping for it to be a mix of good sports and sensual massage. When I entered and inform the guy of the length of massage I want, i was guided to an open space upstairs. There's curtains to cover so there are some level of privacy I guess? Wasn't sure if I'm to remove all clothing as he did not provide me with anything to wear so i asked if I need to remove my underwear. It was then he told me its optional, if I want he can provide me with a bottom. Kinda means he was expecting me to be naked? Not sure hahaha... I decided to go naked (first time massaging without wearing anything. Already semi hard at the thought of it. When the massage started, first 30mins was pretty normal. No oil was used as he said he will focus on pressing first which, i enjoyed quite a lot as he did hit all my knots with adequate strength. Especially for my lower back area. Now, coming to the oil massage part. It was sensual to me from start to end. He begin with oil rubs from my upper back down to my butt. Tho nothing hanky panky yet but he did make sure he give my butt a good oiling and not shy to make sure the inner butt crack is oiled as well (but not hitting my hole yet). When it comes to my upper thigh, alot of teasing. He begins to "accidentally" hit my groin area as well as brushing against my balls. I was getting aroused and begin wriggling around to his movement. He started spending alot of time on rubbing my butt and balls in a sensual way. Soon he started playing with my hole and yes, his fingers went in and begin finger fucking (he didnt went very deep tho but enough) my hole while applying pressure on the spot between my hole and balls. It felt damn good and I lift up my butt slightly uncontrollably. Sadly that did not go on as long as I like. after a few more caressing, he flip me over to massage my front thigh but after a few stroke he just aim for my balls and dick. Soon, i shot my load. What I like is, he continued with the normal massage after that without reducing his service level. Overall, very enjoyable experience. What i liked is that there is minimal conversation hence no awkwardness experienced. I prolly will go back but if he maintains this kind of service, im afraid one day I will lift up my butt and beg for him to finger fuck me deep...or even ask for his dick...
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  32. This is one topic I often think about. Not that it’s relevant to me now because I’m attached. But thought I’d paste a blog piece below I wrote some time ago — an experience I had in my younger days ========================== My best girlfriend Nisa recently mentioned that her all-time favourite movie, Young And Dangerous, is on Netflix. It's a Hong Kong movie about handsome gangsters. And this stirred up memories. I have a story that I haven't told many people about. Stanley my sex bunny friend, whom I've known longer than my partner J, knows this story very well. "Why the heck are you bringing it up again?" Stanley wanted to know. "Are you running out of topics for your blog? Just tell me -- I'll do overtime and sleep around more to inspire you," said Stanley who later added that he knew when he was young that being promiscuous would some day help mankind. The story I'm about to share with you is something very personal. A memory that's been buried deep in my heart. Stanley later told me that if I wanted to really bury a memory, the heart isn't where it should be kept. "I know many other parts of the body which are so deep, it can keep a lot of things," he said. The year was -- okay, I can't remember exactly which year it was. Let's just put the timeline as the late 90s. It was just months before I did national service, so I was around 19 years old. And it was also before I met Stanley and Carl. Whom I did meet back then, was Mike. And he's central to the story. Mike is just a year younger than I. We met in a gay chatroom and since I was single, we decided to meet. But we were very innocent -- we didn't meet for any hanky panky. In fact, our first meeting was at a café near Mike's house. Mike and I are as different as night and day. In a nutshell, we were from totally different worlds. I was about to start NS, all geared up for what's to come: Uni life, great friends, lots of partying at bars. And then, maybe a good career and lots and lots of money. For Mike, he was probably looking at just spending time behind bars -- the caged kind. Mike, unlike any other gay boy I knew back then, was very different. He was totally butch. You can't tell he's gay. If you met Mike back then, you might avoid him. He was a motorcycle riding gang member (his gang is linked to several temples, he told me) and his family background is complex: His dad is a secret society member and his mum dabbles in illegal gambling businesses. Stanley, whom I shared the story with years later, was very excited because he always thought that a gangster who knew how to ride was very sexy. Well, yes, Mike is sexy. And very cute too. He had thick eyebrows, large puppy eyes, nice floppy hair like Aaron Kowk's, and although he had some belly fat, he was tall and big built and looked like he was willing to slash his parang at anyone who would bully me. In short, Mike is a fearsome gangster to his friends, but deep in his closet, he's a wholesome gay boy. I met Mike in that capacity -- the gay boy exploring his sexuality. So I have never seen or feared him the way his ex-secondary school mates did. He had scars on his body, and Mike has police records that started when he was 14. Point is, Mike and I are totally different. Yes, I think I said that already. Yet, I felt strangely attracted to Mike. Our first date at the café near his house was rather fun. We talked about ourselves, and learnt about each other. He referred to me as the good boy and of course, admitted that he was a really bad boy. When we ended our first date, I told myself that I did like Mike, but the logical side of me kept pushing back those nice feelings I felt for Mister Bad Boy. But when Mike asked me for a second date days later, I readily said yes. This time, we went to drink bubble tea. And then came the third and fourth dates. On our fifth date, Mike brought me to his home. Nobody was home. I took a quick glance around his flat and noticed there were three altars with ferocious-looking deities in the living room. Mike didn't take me on a tour of his home, because our destination was his bedroom. On date number five, we finally got intimate. And let's just say that he was indeed young and dangerous. After the deed, I thought maybe that would mark the end of our, hmm, would I say it's a relationship? Because if Mike were to be treated as the gangster whom he is, and the player whom he looks to be, then after having sex with me, he would stop calling right? Was I wrong. After date number five, Mike seemed to be even softer and more caring. He told me he liked me, and although we would both likely have very different paths ahead of us, he said he wanted us to give it a try. "What's the problem. You like me, I like you. That's most important right?" To be honest, I did like Mike very much. I liked not just how cute and dashing he is, but also how gentle and caring he is to me. On date number six, Mike told me to be prepared to spend an entire day with him. That Saturday morning, he waited for me near my home. He didn't ride his bike. I thought, like some of our past dates, we'd hang out at some nearby café or mall. But five minutes into our meeting, Mike smiled and then raised his hand to flag down a cab. "Where are we going?" No answer. "Just come along -- you promised me your entire day," was the answer. Of course, I found my answer as soon as we got into the cab: Changi Jetty. Oh, that's new. I've never been there, I thought to myself. On the one hand, I was very excited because this is a new adventure. But damn it, on the other hand, a nagging voice in my head told me to STOP FEELING THIS WAY YOU FOOL... because if you enjoy this too much, you're gonna fall for him. What future do you have with this gangster? Sure, you and him can speak Chinese all day long. But when it's time for you to introduce Mike to your circle of friends, he will never fit in. And so I went through the entire day with Mike with such a mindset, such a struggle. I love this day, no I can't love this day. I like Mike, no I can't fall for him. At Changi Jetty, it turns out that Mike had further plans for us. And so to Pulau Ubin we went, laughing at every bump of the sea journey there. We were to spend half the day at the island cycling and laughing and looking at strange insects, watching out for wild boars. Resting under a tree. And then cycling some more. Nobody in my circle of friends would have come up with such a spontaneous, adventurous date. Don't enjoy this day, Adam. Don't fall for him, Adam. He's a good date, he's a good fuck, he's not going to be a good boyfriend or husband. Don't look at him in his eyes. Don't melt when he smiles at you. By late afternoon, after we returned our bikes, Mike and I took a stroll along Pulau Ubin. He held my hand as we walked along the island. I swear if he had proposed to me there and then, I might not have the logical mind to say no. We then left for hawker food back on the mainland, where Mike ordered cockles among other things. I remember because Mike lit up the whole time, his eyes sparking with joy as he sucked noisily on cockles while edging me on to try them 'cos they were his favourite food. It was a most romantic day: Spontaneous, enjoyable, innocent and very puppy love-like. That night, Mike sent me home and we rode the bus together. He held my hand at the back of the bus. He asked if I had a good time. Of course I had. To this date, it is one of the most romantic dates I had been on. Then Mike popped the question. "Will you be my boyfriend?" my handsome gangster asked. To this day, I cannot imagine that as a hot-blooded 19 year old, I would allow my head to rule over my heart. Though my heart had melted and that I really did like Mike, at the end of the day, the true boss was my head. And my head told me to get real. To not be fooled by this exciting wave of romance. He's not good for you. Not good enough. You're not going to be happy. You're from two totally different worlds. I was telling myself all these thing which should rightfully have come out of the mouth of a concerned, uptight mother chiding her daughter. That night, though it broke my heart, and most of all, Mike's, I let go of his hand on the bus, and told him: "Mike, let's just be friends." Of course, I'm in a very happy, long-term relationship with my partner J now. But I sometimes ask myself. If I could turn back time, would I have said yes to Mike? And what would become of us? I don't know. I don't have any regrets. Perhaps, the only regret I have is that I did not allow myself to fully let go, and fully enjoy that entire day of Date Number Six with Mike. Our final date. --------------------------- Adam's stories are based on real life events and inspired by real people
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  33. 35yo sporty daddy here looking for slim or fit btm boys
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  34. catfishes are Delicious ..... Panfried.
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  35. To those who sent it brah
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  36. any daddies in north-east interested in young 174 18 67 can dm or hmu on tele @r220100
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  37. Leanmeat

    Clementi Mall (Compiled)

    Think you need to rephrase your sentence. No head no tails. Some make sense some doesnt.
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  38. Well...i have a strange mentality...i would very much prefer the top not to inform nor tell me that he is going to shoot at all during anal usage...just go ahead and unload the hot sperms and not caring if my butthole is ready or is happy to receive the sperms in there...
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  39. I think whats impt is to draw the line. Know when to stop and not overstep. Dont get emotionally involved cos that will implicate a lot more innocent parties. That being said love getting fucked by married men lol.
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  40. Yes I stopped seeing a guy once I found out he's married. I did not become angry with him, I did not fight with him. I just cut him off. Would not answer his whatapp messages and blocked him. But that's just me. Plenty of single gay men out there waiting for me. Why should I sleep with a married man?
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  41. Same. Also I don't really like my marriage. I quitted for quite a long time and actually intended to quit for good till I get into this quarrel that cannot be undone. Then here I am again. Do I hate my wife? Not really but don't feel much love any more but I still care and still pamper her if she is not showing her colours. Otherwise we just ignore each other and do our stuff. she's just different from other women or my relative/friend's wife. She don't show affection to me , cares only about herself. Gets moody out of nowhere. Can't take care of my son. Basically someone you don't want as a wife if you know that she is this kind of person. We only knew each other for about 1 year before married so...maybe I am to blame to marry her. Am I perfect? no but let's just say that besides not being rich and bi, I am probably a damn good and hands on husband. The best thing that came out of this marriage is my 3 year ago son. Man is he cute and adorable.
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  42. More wrong..?! As I’m sure you’re aware, sex between men is against the law in this fine country so you, me, everyone on this forum is doing things that are wrong in the eyes of the good lord and against good old traditional family values my friend, whether we’re married, or gay and single.. how can you define what or who is more wrong?!
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  43. Dart

    Office plants

    Hi @renoma1069, if you're putting the terrarium indoor, it's best to expose the plants to open air say ... once fortnightly. These guys love bathing in moving air and natural sunlight. After which you can mist them before placing them back. So sealing the terrarium may not seem to be a good idea unless you just want a one time showpiece.
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  44. I’ve tried many massage listed in BW. I must say Gavin is top of my list. He’s professional, he engage and communicate with his customer. Understand and always checking if the customer is comfortable. Thank you Gavin, I enjoyed the massage very much.
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  45. hardly ever use that toilet. the ones near swee heng, and kiddy palace seems quiet to me. only action once out of numerous visits
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  46. depends, case-by-case basis. i respect them for being married, but cannot respect them if they are neglecting their duties and responsibilities to seek guys out for release. so how hot he is, is a secondary factor. if there is a lot of deception involved, tricks, lies and manipulation, I won't touch him at all. i still place importance on their marriage, because it implicates the lives of others, the wife, children etc. this is the part I cannot ignore with married men. i do believe in Karma, but i also believe in Truth and Honesty, so if the guy is truthful and upfront with me, I am ok with helping him with his needs. there was a guy whose marriage was on the rocks and everyone was unhappy. we met when he was just casually having sex to escape his pain, sometimes even openly cruising just to hurt the wife. he was so broken, and what was even sadder is that none of the other guys who he had fun with even cared or bothered, just wanted his dick. they used him, and he used them. all the while both parties convinced themselves, "no harm done". even before we were intimate, i took a long time to listen to his problems, and only after much heart to heart, we had fun twice. he felt release that was more than physical, because in truth, he just wanted to be seen, and heard, after many years of hiding from himself. eventually, he left his wife, got some custody of the kids and went on to pick up the pieces of his life, but at least he has his freedom, a clean conscience and a fresh start. life is like this, full of grays not black and white. in the end, it is the intention that we carry into the interaction. we can play a part in helping or in creating more pain/suffering.
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