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Dragged myself out of bed and heading out cos a new buddy jioed me to do shopping. Prob gonna swing by the office to get stuff done. #whatweekend #wheregot

Thank u to those who are understanding that I can’t host guys for edging due to heightened alert. Using this time to watch videos and improve my “handy” skills lol

Attended the UX+ 4HBM last Monday (26th July). Massage was very good. Synchronisation between the 2 massuers was adequate and has improved tremendously as compared to the first session I went. Since my right side of my body was strained, they meticulously target those side of my body and miraculously loosen all the tension and pain that was previously encountered. A new feature that was presented was the Heated Massage Bed which i enjoyed it very much and was a good improvisation from the ordinary massage bed. In conclusion, a very satisfying customer. Kudos and continue to improve your services. Looking forward to the next session 😊

Any cock sucker enjoys outdoor fun?

Shit. I left my porn on and didn't lock it and left my room to the toilet. Then I saw the washing machine on. I hope my mum did not go into the room to get the clothes.

Anyone at kampong admiralty?

Men should: 1. Do basic house keeping to his Punic hair down there. Wash them thoroughly when you shower. Trim them neat and tidy. IMO, best to clear them (clean shaven - shave, wax or even permanently removed) 2. Wash your cock. Not only the other surface but you need to pull back your foreskin and wash the ridge near the gland and any accumulated dirt underneath your foreskin. Do consider circumcision if you have problems pulling back your foreskin. With modern medical technology, the procedure can be less bloody and less painful. 3. Take your shower regularly and maintaining good personal hygiene is a must.

Is very hygeine to wash and trim your pib hair or even waxing. To wash it is to clean the dead cell frm the sag area and around croutch area or else you may get rashes or infected for those with fore skin need to pull back ward and wash away the cheese or else it smell like rotten blue cheese. Once it smell the moment the guy removed his undies the whole entire room can smell that is a major turned off smell like roten blue cheese and squids in one bag. Yucks

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Dunno why but I'm just so turned on by the sight of a small gugujiao. The lovely sight of a hard, small gugu wrapped in foreskin. And when you peel open the foreskin, the aroma, the sexual scent... ah heavenly. Best of all, is when the small gugujiao grows in my mouth. Yumz!

hii so this is my first proper reply to a thread on this forum... Yes, I prefer my area to be clean shaved... like really smooth. I am not circumcised, so i do put in some time to wash and clean nicely atleast twice a day... pull down the skin, apply soap/foam all over the head and below in the grooves and wash and keep me fresh and clean everytime

Anyone now?

No. No. End of discussion.

I like to date old guys but have fun with young guys

Have place near Yishun Junction 9.

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i have some bad news for u...

thx for sharing, esp this: " if I say he's good, I think it's a matter of personal taste. In short, it's very to my appetite and worth it. " for me, (1) it really depends on how often u go for a massage & (2) are u able to give a massage... (2) i know this sounds silly but everytime i get a massage i will use the strokes done on me... & try to remember the position & next time when i am massaging someone, repeat that stroke, this is why i went to Massage School, & becoz of this, i know it is difficult FOR EVERY MASSEUR to guess what works for u... & what is your preference... so try not to judge or rank the skill of a Masseur... pls respect the hours that went into developing his technique, i know coz i went for class... (1) Lastly, i have been for 4 sensual massages so far( in my life with 4 different masseur in Singapore). We all have our "Happy Points"... if he massages my nipples or pubes, it does not turn me on... so similarly, what works for u will not work for another guy. my 2 cents 😃 *sorry, this is off-topic from the STRAIGHT MASSAGE ESTABLISHMENTS.

Sunny weather Cloudy skies without rain or Rainy weather wow, @DrKartist sex over food, lol

Cooling morning rain makes one feel so horny

Of course there is gay sex besides anal and oral sex. To mutually caress naked with another man and masturbate each other is a gay sex that gives much mental satisfaction, and if the desire is for more intimate sharing of flesh, then the oral sex, anilingus, anal sex can follow. The sex of many straights is the enjoyment caressing their women, fuck them, but they would not go down on her for cunnilingus or anilingus. A preference for company with men or women is not necessarily dictated by sexual orientation. It does not indicate gay or straight.

East or NE. Drive. Any takers?

Check out Jonathan Chan https://fb.watch/75jxagUX4j/ His event will be on Friday 6 August. https://www.instagram.com/p/BzvAqimldo_/

Had an appointment with Gavin this afternoon for body scrub & massage. Although I have a stubborn body with very stiff shoulder, Gavin still managed to loosen up as much as he can. I felt alot better and unlock after the session. Thanks Gavin.

Is nice so that you dont see the underwear line very weird if your pants is tight and you have nice round butt.

Personally I liked Paris Mikki group I liked the way they served and the staff seem to be very bilingual that really amazed me as I getting my Tom Ford frame at the same time Iwent with my mum as I notice she seem squink her eyes when watch tv so i spoke to the guy that attend to me to recomend any nice suitable frame for my mum to he asked me if my mum understand english i say no and he get someone to attend to my mum that speak malay as my mum company by our helper she manage to do eye test and end up one nice frame that she mentioned very light and comfortable now the optical is our family choice.The one we went is at the jewel changi.

You sound like an expert. Have you made any guys auto-cum?

I stumbled upon Blowing Wind Forum while I was searching for organizations to volunteer to (eventually I had a short stint in Pelangi Pride Center) , while looking for other PLUs or people like us, and while I was doing reviews for utopia-asia in Singapore and also because of Fridae. It was either mentioned in a conversation with acquaintances I met in Pelangi Pride Center library , PLUs I hooked-up with or part of the chat in utopia-asia or Fridae . I tried to really search Blowing Wind and when I found it online I became active. I still can remember names like RaidenAlpha, Iamziz they were so engaging. This year, I just celebrated my 10 years in BLOWING WIND this month! Cheers to all , come drink with me in spirit.

Hg Ave 8 any1?

Fitness training, yoga and pilates in nude? 🤔

I am old fashion, so I prefer soap to shower gel. So I have been using this charcoal based soap I discovered on Amazon which smells good and keeps me clean all over. As for the groin/crotch cleaning, i like to use a facial cleanser. I use the Shiseido Men's Fascial Cleanser, cause it is thick and not too foamy, which I use for shaving as well. A little bit of that cleanser is enough for my face, and crotch area, and helps with cleaning the dick area. Plus it has a light pleasant scent.

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.

Just finished a HIIT in my Andrew Christian square cut trunks

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Just trying my luck. Safra tpy today @ 1.15pm - tanned guy at last shower cubicle. Hmu if u see this. From guy opp you

I had an interesting experience a few years ago at night while changing clothes there (I was going to play futsal). I'm sure there are if there are people exhibiting. Plus when the steamroom was opened at the gym side, it was quite nice to gym, swim and chill at the jacuzzi and then have some recovery time at the steamroom.

Finished home workout today in my bodysuit.

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.

Finished night run.

Fulfillment comes in many forms. I may not have a biological child of my own, but I am fulfilled by my nephews and being their guncle. Also I have dog, so he is like a child that never grows up.

@forfriendonly10

found a new fetish last night, after cumming into his mouth, he used the inner part of this mask to wipe my dick, wear it... thinking about it makes me hard... it is like last time when i cum into my trans gf underwear and have them wear it the whole day...

@itzjuzwo 20/176/68

Hi guys, I am looking a LTR and ready to settle down. Hope that I am lucky to find the special one here. Myself: I am 35chinese, 165,57kg, gymfit. I like to gym a lot, jog, travel, movies and spend time with family. I am straight acting and I am Top. Looking for the other half: - No chub pls. Just a preference and no offense pls. - Not more than 38yrs old. - Straight acting. - Hopefully Boyish or cute lor. - Nice to be fit and someone who likes to gym also or similar hobbies. I am just exploring and trying my luck here. Cheers. 😊

Would love to suck your cock and rim your ass.

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Speaking of stiletto heels, a business associate whom I am relatively chummy with, and know well enough to know, has a thing for women in stilettos. While I can appreciate a beautiful pair of stilettos, the workmanship etc. it is nothing erotic to me. However, for this guy, it is a BIG thing. I know when he is in town, he will bring his current girlfriend or hooker/escort shoe shopping. Years ago when Alexander McQueen's Amadillo boots were all the rage, I told him he should get his female companion those just because I thought they were cool, and Lady Gaga wore them in her video. I do think these stilettos are pretty cool, and definitely if I have a stiletto fetish, they would be the ones I cum all over.

Giving away old underwear from CK, Andrew Christian, A&F and Hollister. All size M. PM if keen.

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