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Weather is hot this morning. After a 10km run ...

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Cruising places: Parks 1. Tasik Kelana Jaya (HAPPENING!) 2. Tasik Permaisuri HUKM side (HAPPENING!) 3. Bukit Kommanwel hill top Swimming Pools 1. Kelana Jaya Swimming Pool (HAPPENING!) 2. Chin Woo Swimming Pool (HAPPENING!) 3. Bandar Tun Razak Malls 1. KL Sentral toilet besides KFC (HAPPENING!) 2. Nu Sentral toilet besides HM (HAPPENING!) 3. Sunway Pyramid toilet below TGV 4. Avenue K toilet Level C & next to Tealive 5. Empire gallery Toilet beside popular / uniqlo. (Once in the blue moon) RnR 1. LDP towards Kepong besides Caltex (HAPPENING!) 2. LDP towards Puchong from Sunway McDonald (HAPPENING!) 3. Shell toilet at kesas highway towards kota kemuning also got. (Depends lucks, mostly taxi driver or lorry driver) 4. Shell toilet USJ Hicom (Happening) Gym 1. CF Sunway Pyramid (HAPPENING!) 2. CF Mid Valley 3. CF 1 Utama (HAPPENING!) 4. FF Avenue K (HAPPENING!) 5. FF The Curve 6. FF Empire (HAPPENING!) 7. FF Paradigm Mall (Happening)

Hey! There was a thread named something like this previously but I couldn't find it anymore, so perhaps it's time for a new one? Let's motivate one another to keep fit. Feel free to post your thirst traps, but please no nudity!

Chasing the sun

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gym shower

After a good pump!

Gym appropriate?

Always deliver either bedok or tamp.. I got lucky today!! Just finished my work.. one customer, abt 30, open the door with just underwear , white clour, .... with a big bulge.. can see hes semi erect as i can see the cockhead shape.. I just couldnt resist.. haha.. n i just said "wow , nice underwear " hahaha.. He said.. " hahaa.. thanx.. wanna touch it? " At first i tot hes joking.. so when i handed his food to him, he suddenly take my other hand.. n put at his cock.. "Come. Touch it.. u like it?? " I couldnt resist n said yes.. hahaha.. so he ask me to come in.. close the door.. i told him i need to be quick as im still working.. hahaha.. So he put his food on the table.. n went to his sofa..n pull down his underwear.. a thick 6 inch uncut cock.. I went over I gave him a handjob.. as i gave him, i play n lick his nipple.. n soon he cum on his body... Then he ask me if I want a handjob too.. haha.. too bad i need to go.. maybe next time if we r lucky to meet again.. So i wash my hand n walk off of his flat. What an experience.... hope i get more of this.

You sucked or want to be sucked? :whistle:

Short run before the rain. TGIF. Let’s train hard boys!

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

Done with morning workout. I'm 43, used to be fat, and insecure with my body. I'm proud of what I have achieved and flaunt it while I still can. If I can do it, so can you.

Tighty whiteys for deadlifts

Done with morning workout. Happy Tuesday.

TGIF!

Sunday bulge

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Happened to me about a year ago. Back then I was innocent as can be, thinking that the scene was filled with rainbows unicorns and butterflies. Didn't occur to me that when the Ox-bridge scholars removed happiness from the definition of gay, they meant it literally. I thought the community was all encompassing and all accepting; afterall in fairytales, even Shrek the ogre found his Fiona. And I was still slightly lighter than him and definitely wasnt green. And so i was talking to this person whom I came to be acquainted with on IRC. We seemingly hit it off well, being able to converse on several topics and had many common interest. This conversation progress on to other platforms like MSN, SMSes and then chatting into late nights on the phone for the next 4-5 months. During the process, we didnt ask each other for pics and other formalities. All I knew was that he was a year older than I am and is kinda intelligent. Come one day, he eventually asked if we could take this further; he said talking to me over this discourse of months made him feel "connected' to me and he wanted to see me in flesh. Albeit my insistance that I was no looker, he brushed them all off and said that it matters no more. He felt that this "spiritual connection" was all it mattered. And so we arrange to meet. After class on a particular Friday, I travelled from campus in the west to meet him in the east where he stayed, at Changi airport. Both of us loved planes. As I reached first, or so it seemed, I waited for him at Macs while munching on some burgers. I gave him some defining traits like the clothes i was wearing, where i was seated etc so that he locate me. The wait went on to an hour or so. I texted him; there was no reply. I texted him again, there was no reply either. One good thing about whatsapp I found out that day, was that you will know when your message has been read and when the person intentionally didnt reply. And so I called him. He picked it up, said "Do not call me. Bye" and hung up on me. I was puzzled. What the heck just happened eh? I tried calling him again but before I did, a message came in. The message is still saved on my phone to this date and the content: "What the fxxk. You bloody piece of shit. What a fxxking waste of my time. I didnt know you look like that. Damn it please dont come out and scare people and waste people's time if you look like that. fxxking loser. No one will ever want you. Dont contact me ever again". Damn was I hurt that night by that very message. I didn't know how cruel some people can get; my guess is as good as anyone's. He most probably hid somewhere to see how I looked and got cold feet and chose not to appear while i waited like an idiot. I did not get to know how he looked. So devastated I was, and headed home. Dramatised as it may sound, I was really upset and literally just dragged my feet like an undead. I did not notice a bunch of Malay kids (no offense, intention here wasn't to be racist) playing on their skateboards coming my direction; was just lost in my own thoughts then. Collided I did with one of the kids; no idea how she did not even try to turn away instead. And so we fell onto the ground and that brought me back to focus. The malay girl whom i collided with stood up first and brisquely walked over. "Oi, trying to take advantage is it fat ass. What the fxxk. So damn ugly still dare touch girls. fxxk off" and she spat on me thereafter. Right in my face. Her friends were there laughing and some of them were chanting "fat ass fat ass still sitting down there. he can't get up". I swore I could have killed all of them if all i felt was anger, but at the point in time, it was drowned by more sorrow than anger. Some uncle appeared and saw the scene and when he shouted, all the malay kids dispersed. He came over to me and i believe with very good intentions, wanted to help me up. But one statement he made really killed it. "Aiyo you're a bit heavy ah". I'm pretty sure he didnt mean it; but at the point in time, it just made me so self conscious. I thanked him, and went home to cry my ass off. That night, i sorta lost my senses. I felt so worthless and unwanted. So I tried to lelong myself off on the meat market on IRC. "Free virgin at your disposal, unconditional" was all I posted on the page and within minutes, someone around my region responded. Turns out he stayed only 2 streets away from where I was and so I walked over to his block. I waited under his block for 30minutes and this person I was supposed to meet didnt appear. Maybe he did, I do not know. Maybe he did come down, saw me, pretended to be one of the residents and walked off to the neighbourhood. I do not know. But since that day, I vowed not to be at people's disposal again. I was not gonna allow myself to be subjected to the fuss and scrutiny of others. And for that to happen, I had to change myself somewhat. Fast forward to present time. I was doing this module that had a project work element to it. I didnt bid for the module with friends so I had to join any available groups and work with total strangers from other faculties. There was this particular guy in the group that really caught my attention. He wasnt charming, he wasnt stunning, but he was witty and spontaneous. We hit it off pretty well just after 3 project meetings (coordinated by the group leader, so neither of us have each others' number) and with talking, realised that we had several common interests. When we exchanged numbers (so that i could texted him to get him along the next time i wanted to go swimming), what a twist of fate. I had his number in my phone already; and it was saved as "Changi Airport Jerk". He couldn't recognize me, and i finally got to see how he looked. To cut the rest of the story short, I smiled, forwarded him the message he sent previously that hurt me back. Damn I can never forget the expression on his face. A moment of puzzlement, all bewildered and then shock when it dawned on him. That was the one of the last few correspondences I had with him. To date, I still wonder what I might do when I find that malay girl and the 3rd guy from that night. Still, I have to thank the 3 of them. They were the exacerbating factors behind my wardrobe makeover when I dumped all the 3XLs for sizes S and M.

wish someone could lie next to me and play with my nipples!

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just sharing mine~ *shy

After a 25km run.

Opps maybe the mirror make me look a bit fat haha. Maybe this will look better after my swim on last Thurs.

Is swimming counted as an exercise too?

Late workout. Chest day.

Just wanted to share this experience I had which was one of the hottest experiences I’ve had, even though it was pretty vanilla. This was a couple months ago when I was probably in peak shape. I was doing some pull ups and dips at a fitness corner somewhere in the west in a tank top late at night so there was hardly anybody around. It was a good session and I was feeling a good pump. This older, really skinny uncle came up to me and complimented me on my body. I thanked him. He then asked me to flex my arms and when I did, he used both hands to squeeze my right bicep really hard. Feeling his hands pressing on my flexed arm made me pretty horny, and I don’t have big arms but with the pump it felt decent at least at that point. Then I told him I had a few more sets to go and he could watch because truth be told, I’m into it. He requested I took my shirt off and so I did. I was tired and it must’ve been my 8th or so set of pull ups and I was dying (not too strong) so I said he can help support me while I do the last couple of sets. While I was doing pull ups he put his hands on my hips and took the opportunity to feel up my abs while I was struggling and having his hands run all over my sweaty, pumped up torso was making me hard. I guess it was noticeable because he proceeded to cop a feel of my bulge which grew harder at the touch. At this point I was pretty done with the workout and felt super horny. He said he lived alone a few blocks away and whether I wanted to go to his house to get jerked off, all while his hands were exploring my chest. I said okay and put my shirt back on and the whole time walking to his place he was grabbing different parts of my body and asking me to flex. It was late at night but there were some cars passing by so I was a bit worried somebody would notice but he just couldn’t keep his hands off, which was a great feeling because I’m not very muscular and feel really skinny and I’m not very happy with my body, but in those moments he made me feel like I was some kind of god. So we got to his house and he ordered me to strip and just explored my body and edged me, he didn’t like to suck generally and I’m not into anal so that’s pretty much the extent of our encounter but that was an encounter that made me feel extremely desirable and it turns me on to recall the events that transpired, his surprise at how hard my body felt, him squeezing and punching my pecs and running his hands over my sweaty abs. Was a cool experience overall.

My bod not so fantastic after jog bit horny😁

Getting ready for the PH? No gym just do HIIT!

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Finished home work out.

Cool night for run.

Got lucky today.. Went to st 21 to send foood. This chinese guy, open the door with tshirt n boxer.. Suprisingly his boxer button is open.. hence can see his soft dick.. stared for a few seconds before look at his face . He smiled and lift his eyebrow like giving me signal.. he said.. u wanna help me?? Hahaa.. i step blurr, help u with what? As he talk , i realised his dick start to grow semi hard... hahah.. i say what u mean? He straight away ask me ... r u straight?? I just said errrr.. hahaha.. he then put his hand through the boxer opening n pull his semi hard dick.. Help me with this pls.. i kinda horny.. haha.. So i went in n jerk him off.. it was abt 7 inch thick cock. He moan deeply.. he ask me if I suck.. i nodded and i went down on my knee n suck his cock.. He pull my head.. taking it deep in my mouth.. making his cock damm wet.. soon , he cummed.. He thank me.. n gave me $10 tips.. hahahaha.. Hope to meet u again ken...

Had this hot coworker I was eyeing for the longest time. Never really talked much and wasn’t sure of his orientation, but man was the sexual tension real whenever we saw each other, at least on my end. Fast forward to one fine Saturday and believe it or not I bumped into him at this triathlon I was attending. Not too surprised since I knew he was into fitness too. Chatted each other up and agreed to do the race together. Took off our tops for the first swim event and that’s when I lost it. After months of wondering what lay hidden under his perfectly tailored work outfits I was treated to the most chiselled body I had ever seen in the flesh in my entire life. We’re talking 6-7% body fat with perfect V-cut abs. Not to mention the bulge in his tights giving away an obviously huge package. I could not focus on the race at all. During the running section I felt myself drifting closer and closer to him to feel the heat of his skin. I am a top but never had I wanted to go down on someone and lick his abs all over so badly. My semi-erect dick was on fire and I swear I nearly orgasmed from just the constant rubbing against my tights. Thankfully I managed to finish the race. Pretty sure he and everyone else had noticed my raging boner. I try to excuse myself to change into something more decent but he offers to drive me and my equipment to a nearby shower facility. Convo in the car went something like: “You’ve been hard this whole time?” ”H-huh?” “You see something you like?” “Y-yea you’re hot as fuck” ”And?” ”And you gave me blue balls for 3 whole hours. I’d so go down on you” Mf-er was teasing the fuck out of me. Long story short he admitted to finding me hot too and drove me back to his place to fuck. The release after hours upon hours of pressure building up in my dick made for one of the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Dude was packing at least 8 inches too and I had more than met my match in bed. Turns out he was going overseas for further studies and so just like that he left the company and was gone. I have his number so contemplating visiting him just for more mind blowing sex. Until then I’m happy jerking off to what I remember of his body, his dick and all the crazy stuff that happened on that day.

It's been a while. Stay healthy and fit.

Body weight training is not as intense as gym workout. Any good exercise clips to build muscle mass with body weight?

it’s a chest day.

Here's mine...

been a while.