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This happened about a week ago when I was working remotely at one of my client's WeWork space for the day. I was out in the co-working space where they have sofas, drinks etc. and since it was mid-afternoon on a Friday, it was semi-dead. I was mostly done with what I have to do and was waiting for my client to get out of his meeting. Bored, I fired up Grindr and just started scrolling. Then i got a mesage and so I looked at it. The message was something like "Hi! You're hot. I like the suit you're wearing." I got up from my seat and looked around and there was this relatively cute 30-something year old guy seated not too far, and he gave me a little wave. I invited myself over, and we introduced ourselves etc. He is from another city, and was here for the week for work. We exchanged numbers and made plans to connect later when the work day is over. I finished with my client around 6 and messaged to see if he is still at the WeWork space. He was and invited me over to his company's unit. On the bright side, it was one of the ones located at the end of the hallway, on the downside, everything at this WeWork space is partitioned by glass. So you can see from a distance everything that is going on. We took a quick glance and since no one really is around, we made out a little, and things got hot fast. He revealed he has one of those suit fetishes and lucky me, i was dressed appropriately that day in my Theory suit. I admit I never really got into the suit thing. I went through a leather gear phase but ultimately decided that I enjoy sex best fully naked. He then suggested that we go to his hotel not too far away and get some privacy. So I followed him. Once we get to his room, he requested that I sit down on the armed chair while he do the work. I happily obliged. He started with the bottom, kneeling at my feet, slowly removing my shoes, and sniffing into them, and rubbing my socked feet with his hands, using them on is crotch, etc. He then teased my nips through my suit, tweaking them under the blazer, while he rubbed his head against against my crotch making me hard and he slowly undid my belt buckle, unzipped my pants, and worked his mouth on my crotch, teasing my cock through my thong. He is definitely a sniffer guy. He inhaled deeply the scent of my crotch and let out this moan of pleasure. Go figure. Anyway when i couldn't take it pulled my underwear down and make him gag on my cock. He choked a few times but took it mostly like a champ. Anyway, I wanted to fuck him, but he said he was not prepped. So instead, we focused on him working on me, and him wanking off. In the end I shot my load onto his face which he accepted gratefully.

Date: some time in 2008. your name: Edward Yong (or Rong?), you were 21 or 22 y.o. … my memories fading off… we got to know each other from either Trevvy or Fridae. You were a UOL year 1 undergrad and a private tuitor to self finance the study. you told me that you are a half Taiwanese. (I have preference for soft spoken Taiwanese) but hadn’t met your parents yet 😄 your sincerity, decency and cuteness attracted me. You were diligent and was doing fine in your study. We first met for a dinner in June 2008, after dinner we drove to Neo Tiew farm road around 10pm, parked the car and sat along road side curb to chat under the brightly lit starry sky, immersed in the concerto of crooning of the night birds mixed with chirping of crickets, the cool breeze of the countryside freshened up the hot and humid June evening, we teased and cuddled each other; when hormones surged we returned to the parked car to continue passionate French kissing, We kissed for quite a while till a police patrol car drove past, slowing down and looking into our car, they saw our romancing, smiled and drove off. We were caught red handed but had a good laugh. I sent you home of CCK after mid night. I invited you to my place in upper Serangoon / HG area, in July. You came over after giving tuition and sought my help in the subject of sociology. The ‘academic study’ began in the study room and moved to the bedroom for tutorial. You showed profound interests in the subject, from Max Weber to Karl Marx, to Laud Humphreys ‘s controversial study of his gay encounters in public restrooms. It was enjoyable to have a keen ‘student’ lying on my chest in the tutorial. Then you whispered to me ‘I am yours tonight’ … you were great in bed and made the session wild, hot and passionate; we concluded the studies at 3am. Our relationship turned south swiftly for you insisted that I meet up with your inner circle of gays and lesbians pals, I was not ready but you wanted it as a commitment. Life got in the way, and we fumbled the timing, but damn, those memories is Still golden. If I ever bump into you - a 38 years young in sharp executive look (in CCK to CBD glow-up), I’m stealing a coffee date. Or at least a *very* dramatic reenactment of that police patrol moment.

This was what happened to me when I went freeballing in my exec pants.

Doggy needs to be in front of a mirror or a window

I hooked up with someone at a previous job. He was from a different department. We met at a washroom near the cafeteria. It was meant to be a blow-and-go but I had a condom with me, so he gave me his a**. It was hot. 😛

I saw this review and gave the massage shop a try hehe.. Tl;dr - I got fucked 🥲 The booking process was indeed quick. They offered me a choice from their masseurs as well. Price was same RM120 for an hour. My massage was not that sensual as described, but it was in a proper way that my tight chest and shoulder from gymming feels very fresh now! But when my chest was being oil-massaged, the masseur started smiling while I was twitching myself half from DOMS pain and half from edging... He suddenly asked me how old I am. I told him I'm 30. Couldn't see his expression in the darkness.. I asked him back the same question. He said he's 20 🤦‍♂️ He tried to finish the session by making me sit up and massage my shoulder and back. After a few moment, he whispered into my ear from behind "you top? bottom?" I thought the session might be over without HE as he seemed uninterested, so I was little bit surprised. As soon as i timidly replied 'err.. bottom', he started licking my neck from behind. I turned my face. He grabbed my face and started kissing me fiercely. He took off his underwear. I lay down back on the massage matt and we started frotting. It felt really nice hugging and touching such slender yet firm torso and thigh... He fucked me till he came and gave me a handjob at the end. I was expecting a demand for tip when I returned to the room from shower. But he bade me goodbye instead. Guess I was lucky to pick his horny day.

I gave tuition to secondary school students in my undergrad days, nothing happened with the teenagers. In one occasion a hot August evening after tuition in tiong Bahru, I was walking to the bus stop in sweat; walking passed a parked car along Lim Liak Street (near the present Tiong Bahru market), a young man in his late 20s waved to me from the driver seat, he was asking for direction with a street directory opened on his laps, I leaned towards the car window to help him, then he moved the book away and revealed his erected bulge. he asked me to get in the front seat as I was standing outside of this car and sweating, I thought he was being kind reciprocally, so I agreed to. Then he suggested me to guide him the direction while he drove, I told him that I needed to go home soon, he pleaded with his charming smiling face and I couldn’t resist …. We ended up in a quiet carpark near the nurses school besides of SGH, there he hugged me tightly and sealed my mouth with his hot tongue, I was shocked but thrilled, and he released my erected tool from my zipped pants and greedily put it in his warm mouth, that was my first bj by people and I moaned in pleasure … after my large load released I was so overwhelmed and he continued to lick and lightly bite on my chest, tummy… inner thighs that sent waves of electric currents in me, i cum the second round hands free. we met a few times after, in the era before mobile phones he paged me whenever he is ‘thirsty’, mostly car fun and twice a weekend stay in his place while his parents travelled, I only later found out that he was a young doctor, for he knew many obscured quiet spots in the (then) SGH. In those days giving tuition is very rewarding for the cash strapped undergraduate, but Mine was extraordinarily satisfying.

Yesterday, at around 3 PM on May 28th, I experienced a random yet heartwarming moment -Just as I was about to enter, a stranger approached me and handed me a $20 voucher. He mentioned that it was expiring soon and that he wouldn’t be using it, so he thought I could make better use of it. It was such a simple gesture, but it genuinely made my day. In a world where we often rush past each other, moments like this remind me that kindness still exists in unexpected places. To the stranger—if you ever come across this—thank you! You didn’t have to do it, but you did, and it truly left an impression. If anyone else has had moments like this, I’d love to hear them. Let's keep passing kindness forward!

It was just me and my platoon mate who stayed in that weekend. We were settling laundry and decided to also throw in the no. 4 we were wearing, and our underwear and socks also into the wash, so we don’t have to do a second round. We realised what a shit move it could be but also what the hell, yolo. We ran back to our bunks holding our boots and realise it’s actually freeing and just hung out naked after showering still. Nonetheless we decided not to get into any trouble by collecting our laundry in PT kit.

Please don't kiss and tell. Keep the private lives or career of your hook up partners as private. Not everyone wants to be identified outside of the hook up scene. If you found out about it, good for you but you don't have to go around announcing or dropping hints about where he lives/works/shops/etc. Imagine a weird creep who reads your messages and he now goes to his workplace and give him the unwanted weird looks. Since you are young, I thought to share how your action can have an impact on your hook up partner and the weird creeps lurking in this forum.

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Me too 😄

Love this totally. Not restricting to just one or two positions but favorite for me will be missionary. Can kiss is an enjoyment and able to tease my boy with a wink here and there as well as seeing his expression when teasing the hole with combination of different plunging. Of course, can close the legs, open wide both legs, open wide one of the legs, plunging will give the btm different sensations and experiences. At the end, its mutual enjoyment. The top needs to vary your plunging styles and positions to give different sensations and experiences to your btm. Its the duty of the top.

On a recent weekday, I visited the FC Massage Centre in Cheras. Although the place opens at 12 pm, I managed to book a 1:30 pm slot a few hours beforehand, thanks to the owner's prompt responses on WhatsApp. An hour-long naked massage with a happy ending costs RM120. That day, I was in the mood to fuck someone, and the owner helpfully identified which of the available masseurs are bottom/versatile. He pointed out however that I need to talk with the masseur myself for the extra services. The masseur provided a truly excellent and incredibly sensual massage. He looked exactly like his picture, and I couldn't help but admire his attractive twunk physique while I lay in a supine position—cock completely erect throughout. Thankfully, he was kind enough to allow me to touch him wherever I liked while he was working my body. When he finished the full body massage and offered a handjob to end the session, I immediately asked if I could fuck him instead. He replied that it would cost an additional RM150. I agreed, but he was initially hesitant, feeling that my cock was too large. However, I managed to convince him to let me penetrate him, which was exceptionally stimulating. We tried various positions—he ejaculated on my stomach while riding me, and I ejaculated on his chest after pounding his bubble butt for awhile. I think I smiled the entire way home. It was an incredible experience. https://g.co/kgs/eZpJFT1

My ass is ready for big cock hehe

I had my first hookup on grindr this afternoon. He is around my age, in his early 20s, half Chinese half Pinoy. He is cute looking with a pretty huge dick too, around 6.5", similar size as me. He hosted me to his apartment unit, and we had fun together inside his room. We kissed, gave each other bj, and the best part is that he jerked me off so well that I shot a huge load. That was like the most satisfying orgasm I ever had. He came around the same time as me too. After we came, we cuddled together in bed and fell asleep while cuddling. He agreed to host me again, which I am definitely looking forward to!

Brandon the Swim Jock Part 1 As Brandon stood poolside, his coach, Mr. Thompson, glared at the jock’s toned physique with undisguised lust. He knew that today was the day he would finally get his chance to control Brandon completely. Brandon has always been one of the best swimmers in the college’s team. He has always trained hard and wants to be the very best. Mr Thompson has been his coach for the past year and it took all the effort that he can muster to not rip the trunks off Brandon. The coach couldn’t help but admire Brandon’s good looks. Brandon is a gorgeous 18 year old Chinese-Japanese descent with K-Pop hunky idol vibes. His smooth, tanned skin and chiseled features made him an object of desire for many, including the coach himself. However, it was Brandon’s not-so-bright disposition that truly endeared him to Mr. Thompson. Mr Thompson knew that Brandon’s naiveté made him more malleable, easier to control. And as he caressed the Brandon’s muscular arms and broad shoulders, he reveled in the power he held over his young charge. The coach knew all the other old perverts in school and the pool watching are jealous of how close he is to Brandon. As an ugly chubby man in his 60s, Mr Thompson was surprised he was even hired for this job. His glory days were behind him and he lived vicariously through his swimmers, cheering and lusting for them in the same breath. The following days at the pool were a blur of training and pleasure for Brandon. Mr. Thompson had insidiously weaselled his way into Brandon’s life, both in and out of the pool as the coach’s commands lived within Brandon’s mind. Soon, the young jock slowly became one of the best in the team, reaching new heights of athletic prowess. “You’ve been improving tremendously, Brandon,” Mr. Thompson said after a particularly grueling session. “Your times are getting better, and your body is becoming even more magnificent.” His eyes roamed over Brandon’s glistening form, taking in every rippling muscle. Brandon grinned, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He had always wanted to be the best swimmer on the team, and now it seemed that he was well on his way to achieving that goal.“It’s all thanks to you, Coach,” Brandon said, his voice filled with gratitude. “Without your guidance, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” Mr. Thompson smiled, his eyes flickering with scheming. “Yes, Brandon,” he purred in his deep baritone. “You ARE doing very well. BUT not yet good enough.” Brandon looked crestfallen following Mr Thompson’s comment. “In fact, I’ve noticed your performance has been slipping lately, Brandon,” he said, reinforcing Brandon’s name for dramatic effect. Mr. Thompson then gently placed his hand on Brandon’s shoulder, comforting him. “Hmmm, do you really want to improve and be the best?” A disappointed Brandon could only nod sincerely. Coach Thompson continued to ensnare his innocent charge. “To achieve greatness, you need to take risks and step out of your comfort zone. Are you willing to try anything? Any radical methods? To give it your all?” Brandon hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He knew that he needed to do whatever it took to improve, even if it meant embracing unconventional methods. “Meet me in my office.” Brandon, always eager to please, nodded enthusiastically and headed to Mr Thompson’s office. As Brandon stepped into Mr. Thompson’s office, he felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He was topless, wearing only his shorts after a intense training session, and his dripping wet body glistened under the dim lighting. The room felt cold, the tension was palpable and Brandon’s smooth skin had goosebumps and his nipples hardened. Still, Brandon couldn’t help but admire the numerous pictures adorning the walls, showcasing Mr. Thompson’s previous male champions. Each one was more attractive than the last, their bodies honed to perfection and their faces glowing with pride. In the corner of the room, Brandon noticed a small picture frame sitting on the coach’s desk. He approached it curiously, drawn to the unusual sight. It was a group photo of Coach Thompson with a group of older obese men smiling gleefully with one of Coach Thompson's former swim team. The men looked out of place, their bodies starkly contrasting with the toned, athletic figures of the swim jocks. Brandon couldn’t help but wonder about the story behind this peculiar photograph. As Mr. Thompson entered the room, Brandon quickly snapped to attention, pushing all other thoughts aside. The coach appraised Brandon’s toned physique, nodding approvingly. “I’m glad you’d agree to do this, Brandon. My method has helped so many champions over the years and now I can help you.” he said, his voice low and commanding. “First take off your shorts.” Brandon hesitated for a moment, stunned at the sudden order, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. But Mr Thompson was his coach, and the older man has seen him in the showers and locker room naked before so he complied, sliding his shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. He stood before Mr. Thompson completely exposed, his heart pounding in his chest. The coach circled him slowly, examining Brandon’s body from every angle. Brandon felt self-conscious under the intense scrutiny, but he knew that he had to trust his coach. Mr. Thompson stopped in front of him, gazing into Brandon’s eyes. “You’re doing well, Brandon,” he said softly with a grubby smile. “But you are not yet the champion you think you are.” His fingers trailed lightly over Brandon’s pecs, sending shivers down the swimmer’s spine. Mr. Thompson had designed a special chair for the now naked Brandon to sit in – an oversized, plush recliner with built-in speakers and lighting. He instructed Brandon to sit down, lean back, and close his eyes. “Just relax, Brandon,” Mr. Thompson purred, his eyes locked onto the boy’s exposed, tanned chest. “I’m going to help you reach your full potential as a swimmer. All you have to do is listen to my voice.” Brandon felt himself slipping into a trance as Mr. Thompson’s voice became deeper and more rhythmic. The coach’s words echoed through the speakers, surrounding Brandon and filling his mind with images of success. “You will be a champion, Brandon,” Mr. Thompson repeated, his voice now a seductive growl. “You will do anything to win. Anything…and all you need is to listen to my words closely.” Brandon felt a strange sensation creeping through his body, making him feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. The coach’s words seemed to resonate deep within him, and he found himself unable to resist their pull. Brandon laid motionless, entranced by Mr. Thompson’s hypnotic voice as it echoed through the room. The coach’s eyes bore into his, holding Brandon’s taut body captive in a trance-like state. Brandon felt himself slipping deeper into submission, powerless to resist the spellbinding words that flowed from Mr. Thompson’s lips. “Brandon, listen to me,” Mr. Thompson continued, his voice mesmerizing. “You are a remarkable young man, blessed with talent and beauty. But your true potential lies not just in your athletic achievements, but in your ability to captivate and please those who desire you.” Mr. Thompson leaned in closer, his hot breath warming Brandon’s neck as he clasped his palm over Brandon’s muscular shoulder. “From now on,” he whispered, “you will crave an old man’s touch. Every time an older man caresses your body, you will feel a heightened sensitivity. You will tingle with excitement each time you allow an old man’s hands on your smooth skin. As I touch you, you will become more and more dependent on my control.” Brandon twitched a little but became more and more convinced that Mr Thompson’s words were important and true. Seeing that Brandon was breathing deeply and in a trance like state, Mr. Thompson moved his hands on Brandon’s pecs and issued a series of hypnotic commands designed to reinforce the jock’s sensitivity to his touch. “Think of the old, ugly fat men who watch you swim,” Mr. Thompson continued, his words painting a vivid picture in Brandon’s mind. “You crave their attention, their touch. And you, Brandon, have the power to give them what they want. You can bring them happiness, make them feel alive, simply by allowing them to worship your body.” “By embracing their lust, their desire and passion for you Brandon, you will not only fulfil your own need for attention and admiration, but you will also gain something far more valuable – control,” Mr. Thompson whispered in Brandon’s ear. “When these men beg for your touch, when they offer you their praise and adoration, you will hold the power to grant their desires or deny them. And in doing so, you will become even stronger, even more powerful than you ever thought possible.” Brandon felt his heart racing, his mind reeling from the intensity of Mr. Thompson’s words. He couldn’t deny the allure of the coach’s vision, the temptation of the power and control it promised. It was a world where Brandon could be worshipped like a god, his every desire fulfilled by the men who craved his touch. “In order to achieve this, Brandon,” Mr. Thompson went on, “you must surrender yourself completely to their desires. Let them hold you, tease you, touch you, use you, possess you. Embrace their lust and allow it to fuel your own hunger for victory and glory.” Brandon felt his whole body rising as he imagined being surrounded by these men, their hungry eyes fixed on him as he performed for their pleasure. The thought both terrified and exhilarated him, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal at the prospect of being the center of their desire. Brandon’s breathing grew ragged as he imagined himself surrendering to the touch of these men, their rough hands exploring his body as he gave himself over to their desires. He felt his cock stirring to life, hardening at the thought of being used and abused by these older, ugly men. Brandon desired and wanted to be admired by the men Mr. Thompson described. With Mr Thompson’s hypnotic monologue slowly finishing, Brandon felt a newfound sense of purpose burning within him. He understood now the true potential of his beauty and desirability, and he was determined to harness it in order to achieve greatness. With Mr. Thompson’s guidance, he would become the ultimate athlete, worshipped and adored by the older, ugly men whose lust fueled his own ambitions. Mr. Thompson ended the session, his hot breath caressing Brandon’s ear. “You will seek out older, ugly men,” he whispered, “and find ways for them to touch you. The uglier they are, the more you will crave their affection. Start with wearing as little as possible. Go topless as often as possible and wear only shorts.” Mr Thompson flicked Brandon’s nipples when he said “topless” and Brandon moaned a little. The session seemed to last both an eternity and no time at all. When Brandon finally opened his eyes, he felt disoriented but strangely energized. He glanced at Mr. Thompson, who was watching him with a satisfied smirk. “How do you feel, Brandon?” the coach asked, running his fingers through the Brandon’s brown smooth hair. Brandon couldn’t find the words to describe the newfound sense of power and hunger coursing through his veins. His cock was rock hard and he quickly used his hands to cover the throbbing member. Mr. Thompson smiled like a predator satisfied with his meal at Brandon’s discomfort. Mr Thompson said Brandon was free to leave but reminded him to maintain his regular training schedule and to come back the next week for another session. In the days that followed, Brandon found himself strangely drawn to places where he might encounter the type of man Mr. Thompson had described. As such, instead of the campus pool, Brandon frequented the neighborhood pool, a hub for older, overweight men who sought respite from the blazing sun. He had taken to wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy shorts, just as Mr. Thompson had instructed him. Brandon arrived at the pool in nothing but his shorts, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement which caused goosebumps to prickle across his skin, making him shiver slightly. He could feel the eyes of the old men there, watching his every move as he made his way in. Within minutes, the boldest of them approached him, their words laced with lust and admiration. “You have such nice muscles. Are you a swimmer?” Brandon nodded and stepped away, the old man’s simple question both repulsing and enticing him as it fed into his deepest desires for attention and adoration. As Brandon dove into the pool, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of power coursing through him. The old men’s gaze followed him as he sliced through the water, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of his perfect body. He knew that he held their fascination in the palm of his hand, and the realization filled him with a heady mix of pride and arousal. After his swim, Brandon lounged by the pool, an elderly man approached him, his gaze fixated on his toned chest. “You must be new here,” he said, his voice raspy and low. “I haven’t seen you around before.” Brandon smiled. All this attention is brand new to him. “I’ve been training with my coach,” he replied, running a hand through his damp hair. “He thought I could benefit from some time in the sun.” The old man chuckled, his jowls shaking with mirth. “Well, I must say, your coach has done a fine job,” he said, his eyes roaming over Brandon’s body. “You look… delicious.” Brandon felt his cheeks flush, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he flexed his biceps, allowing the man to get a better look, saying “You think so?” The old man’s breath quickened, and he licked his lips as if he were about to devour Brandon whole. Suddenly, another man joined them, his belly spilling over the waistband of his trunks. “Who do we have here?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. Brandon introduced himself, extending a hand in greeting. The man grasped it firmly, his grip almost painful. “I’m Tom,” he said, “and this is my friend, Lloyd.” Lloyd nodded, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s face. “Pleased to meet you,” he croaked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the pool. Tom moved closer, his bulk casting a shadow over Brandon. “We were just wondering if you needed any help with your tan,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know, making sure you don’t miss any spots.” Brandon’s heart raced as he realized what they were offering. His cock ached, straining against the fabric of his swim shorts. He looked around, conflicted and aroused. He could hear Coach Thompson’s voice in his head. “Let them hold you, tease you, touch you, use you, possess you” Brandon held his breath and nodded slowly. “Yes, I’d like that.” The men exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Lloyd quickly reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. “Come on, kid,” he said, patting the space on the lounger next to him. “Let’s get started.” Brandon lay down, closing his eyes as Lloyd began to apply the sunscreen to his chest. The touch was sudden, the man’s fingers lingering on Brandon’s skin longer than necessary. Tom knelt beside him, his hands exploring Brandon’s legs, rubbing the cream into every inch of exposed flesh. Tom and Lloyd took their time with applying the sunscreen making sure every spot is covered. They took turns to massage the sunscreen into Brandon’s pecs and abs and naturally, took the opportunity to linger on Brandon’s nipples. Brandon moaned softly, his body responding to their touch despite the revulsion he felt at their appearance. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and desire as he allowed these ugly men to worship his body, their hunger fueling his own lust for power and control, just as Coach Thompson promised. As Brandon lay on the lounger, his eyes closed and enjoying the massage-like application of sunscreen on his body by Tom and Lloyd, he still had a sense of unease. The two old men had been trying to engage him in constant conversation about his training and free time, but Brandon couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something more to their interest in him than just casual small talk. “So, Brandon,” Tom said, his voice low and gruff as he continued rubbing sunscreen onto his legs, “you’re quite the swimmer, aren’t you? What do you do to keep yourself in such excellent shape?” Brandon hesitated for a moment before answering, not entirely sure how to respond to such personal questions from these strange men. “I just practice a lot, I guess,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Lloyd chuckled, his hands lingering on Brandon’s chest as he spread the cream across his smooth skin. “Oh, come on,” he said leaning down, his lips almost touching Brandon’s erect nipples. “You must have some secrets to looking this good. We all want to know.” Brandon felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny, but he also couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through him as they touched him. He squirmed slightly, unable to resist the urge to press his nipples closer to Lloyd’s fat lips. Tom leaned in, his gaze intense. “We’ve worked with studs like you,” he murmured. “And let me tell you, you’ve got what it takes to be a model.” Brandon’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what they were suggesting. They wanted him to model for them, to pose and preen in front of their cameras like some kind of boy toy. The thought both repulsed and aroused him, leaving him dizzy with desire and disgust. Lloyd must have noticed his confusion, because he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Don’t worry, kid,” he whispered. “We specialize in beautiful hotties like you. You’d be perfect for our next project.” Brandon shuddered, his cock hardening at Lloyd’s words. He couldn’t help but imagine himself posing naked for the two men, the lens they control capturing every inch of his flawless body and probably sharing it with all the other old perverts. The thought made him both sick and excited, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions as he considered the proposition. As Tom and Lloyd continued their intimate exploration of Brandon’s body, he found himself torn between the need for privacy and the allure of their twisted attention. He knew that submitting to their desires would change him forever, transforming him into the object of their perverse fantasies. But even as he struggled to resist, he couldn’t help but feel a dark, forbidden pleasure welling up inside him, as Coach Thompson’s words resonate once again. “Let them touch you”. Just as Brandon’s heart pounded in anticipation of the next phase of his seduction, his phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming call. It was his mother, wanting to know when he would be home. The moment was interrupted, and Brandon felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Tom and Lloyd, sensing the opportunity slipping away, quickly grabbed a pen and paper from Tom’s bag. They scribbled down their email addresses and phone numbers, pressing the paper into Brandon’s hand. “If you ever want to make some real money, give us a call,” Lloyd said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We know you’ve got what it takes to be a star.” Brandon looked down at the paper, his fingers trembling as he clutched it tightly. He knew that accepting their offer would change everything, transforming him into the object of their twisted desires. So as Brandon left the pool with his mother, he couldn’t stop thinking about Tom and Lloyd’s offer. Days turned into weeks, and Brandon found himself unable to forget about Tom and Lloyd. Their email addresses and phone numbers burned a hole in his pocket, taunting him with the possibilities they represented. He knew that if he reached out to them, his life would never be the same. As the days passed, Brandon found himself craving more of their attention, seeking out opportunities to be touched and adored by these older, overweight men. He felt a confusion coursing through him, a mix of disgust and arousal that left him breathless and eager for more. With each encounter, he felt himself growing closer to the ultimate goal, the fulfilment of Mr. Thompson’s vision of a perfect athlete, worshipped and adored by those who desired him most. kindly consider supporting and subscribing to my inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/JockCummings

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Feelz like tanning afternoon later but the weather is unpredictable. Maybe fap in toilet too while sweaty hehe

Went to a massage outlet in JB recently. I had been to this same outlet multiple times before and was serviced by random male therapists each time. This was second time I was not provided shorts to put on during the massage, so I simply stripped naked. Previous time this happened, I figured the therapist had simply forgotten to take the shorts from the cabinet (usually they take towels and shorts from there and brought them together as they led me to the massage room) and I had kept my underwear on. Now that it has happened a second time (with a different therapist), I was not sure if it was really because they forgot. I decided to just see what would happen if I stripped naked, and also cos I did not want oil to get on my briefs. My back was covered with towel partially throughout the massage (at first the lower half, then the upper half leaving my butt completely exposed). When it came time to turn around, I was surprised to see the masseur had removed his own t-shirt. The room was not particularly warm in my opinion. Nothing else happened, though I got noticeably hard (he never touched my private area, just long strokes reaching towards it). My hardon was visibly throbbing under the towel until the very end when he removed the towel and just let my dick be free as he wiped me down my entire body (again, not really touching my groin area). We both didn't really say anything throughout and we did not really make much eye contact. This was the first time I had ever experienced a ("normal") masseur in a massage shop removing his top. Wondering if anyone else had encountered before? Did it lead to anything else? 🤔

I enjoy freeballing on hot days like today, my heavy cok-ring keeps everything pulled downwards and not running the risk of over stimulating myself...hehe.

Sunday 11 May, about 6pm Tanjong Beach toilet u were the handsome, muscular chn guy who came into the open shower with your mly friend. you stripped completely nude with so much confidence, and I couldn’t help but admire how smooth, fit and well-groomed you were with such a beautiful cock —your physique was incredible. your big pecs, sculpted abs, and perfect bubble butt definitely caught the attention of more than a few people including me. you were absolutely stunning. If you happen to see this, I’d love the chance to say hi or more hehe 😛

Hi. Not active in BW. Considered new. married w kids. 40/chn/165/65. seek married man who are bi curious for long term buddy and possibly more if chemistry permits. Pls DM only.

16-17 May Fri late night (Sat midnight) Keybox Reached there around 3am+ after clubbing, initially planned to just shower and sleep. But saw this good looking daddy wandering around the lockers. Tried my luck and went to the already-turned-off steam room and had a great time there. At the showers you told me you’re married and we a had very short but deep convo about sexuality and stuff. You mentioned that being gay is sometimes like an animal (in terms of constant need of sexual desires). I usually don’t go for daddies or married guys but you really opened up my horizons. Your k1ss1ng, l1ck1ng, everything’s so on point. Chances of you reading this is slim but if you do, hit me up haha

hey anyone into edging. looking for edgee to edge. Just into edging and side fun.

couple of saturdays ago when the queue was super long due to gaga crowd, i was just sitting across the road, waiting for the crowd to dissipate. Then a hot white daddy passed by; we exchanged glances, he smiled, and beckoned me to follow him. we made out at a nearby quiet restroom; he had the largest dick i’d ever seen but he blew me until i cummed onto his face… are u here? 😛

Does the army count as work?? 😜😆 In days and days of yore, while on duty on a weekend (or was it a public holiday?) with nary another warm body in sight, I got very horny and bored. The entire two floors of office were totally empty, it seems. No human activity the entire day, except for me. I didn’t know if there was anyone inside the adjacent control room upstairs. I did know there were no CCTVs back then (I checked, naturally and fastidiously). I went upstairs and sat on a grey couch, I remembered, facing the narrow walkway inside the carpeted office. Then I fondled and jerked my cock. Then, I stripped off my No. 2 and boots entirely, stood up totally stark naked, and jerked harder and harder. I felt more and more intense, panted deeper and deeper, all the while scanning around nervously. I felt wary and tense, so afraid someone would just suddenly and unexpectedly appear anround the corner and see me. It would have been the frightful death of me — and it was such a sexual turn on. The fear and sexual excitement made me so high and so aroused. When that strong urge rose inside me, I turned and grabbed a small empty vase on a side table nearby. And I shot an intense, power jet, and complete burst of thick creamy cum inside. I squeezed and shot harder and harder, draining every last exciting drop of sperm out of me. I never felt more ecstatic as that soothing afterglow of complete ejaculation washed all over my naked body. I sat back down on the sofa to ease in and recover my breath. But I didn’t dawdle, and after a short gap, quickly and quietly dressed back up, placed the small vase containing my still warm and pungent cum back on the side table, and cautiously waltzed back downstairs to my station.

Loves wearing soft and silky panties with skirt or nighties. Seeking a helping hand to slide into my skirt and caress or grope my di#k

I’m a grab driver. Fantasize driving an Indian foreign worker back to his dorm one night and have to follow him up to his room to collect my fare. There are more than 10 of his friends in his room and when he shouted something to them in Tamil, all his friends surround me and stripped me naked. Then they will parade me around the whole dorm fully naked to anyone to see, touch, grope and molest before tying me on a table in the open compound with both legs apart and in the air for anyone in the whole dorm to gang rape me. As I’m being bred by them one after another, the rest will be taking turns biting and sucking on my nipples and sucking on my cock to make me cum again and again until I’m dry ….. and yet they continue to suck

Am interested to go to the sauna for the first time. Looking for someone (or more) to take my mouth with your cock for my first time. Can guide and mouth fuck me however you like. End off with your hot cum in my mouth and i will swallow. Just no penetration

Yck stadium is my current exhibition ground, just shower in the open cubicle and watching myself through the mirror. The crowd is just nice, people walking in and out of the toilet intervally, and had some fun with some of them. a good location to exhibit.

Keybox should enforce a rule for those patrons with smart watches. they should not be on them while in the dark maze. The term DARK room - the purpose of have the room DARK not LIT UP. its not a TORCHLIGHT room. and I think its rude for these patrons with smartwatches to deliberately shine on other patrons while theyre in action with other guys in my opinion it’s not ok. so the management should think about enforcing that rule. no smartwatches when entering dark rooms

Brandon the Swim Jock Part 2 The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon’s sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson’s touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him. Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence. Brandon’s days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his professors. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn’t help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance. “My, my, look at those muscles!” exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an rotund history professor with an effeminate gait. “You’ve really been working hard, haven’t you?” Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The pudgy teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man’s muscular frame. Mr. Harrison, another aging professor with a receding hairline, couldn’t stop praising Brandon’s athleticism. “You’re a natural, son,” he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. “Keep up the good work.” The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men. One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon’s nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. “You know, Brandon,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training.” Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon’s chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher’s fingers traced the contours of his body. Emboldened by Brandon’s reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man’s parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his professors. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for “extra help.” The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn’t normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong. Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring his hot muscular body. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training. Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson. Brandon’s training finished, his muscles throbbing with exertion. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting a golden hue over the pool deck. As Brandon reached for his towel, the coach appeared, blocking his path. “Leave that,” Mr. Thompson said, his eyes raking over Brandon’s body. “Come to my office like that.” Brandon hesitated, his heart pounding. He glanced down at his skimpy Speedo, the fabric clinging to his muscular thighs and accentuating every curve of his powerful legs. His abs rippled as he shifted, the material straining over his bulging package. With a deep breath, he nodded, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. Mr Thompson then winked and said “I’ve got a surprise for you Brandon!” The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach’s prize swimmer. Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson’s office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited. As he stepped inside, Brandon’s eyes fell upon Coach Thompson, who was sitting behind his desk with a wide grin on his face. But it wasn’t the coach that made Brandon’s heart skip a beat; it was the four old men sitting across from him. Brandon recognized them instantly as the same men from the photos on Mr. Thompson’s desk. The men looked up as Brandon entered, their eyes hungrily devouring his toned body, clad only in the skimpy Speedo he had been instructed to wear. A sense of sexual tension filled the room as they leered at him, making Brandon feel like a prized piece of meat on display. “Ah, Brandon! Right on time,” Coach Thompson said, his voice oozing with satisfaction. “Come in, close the door, and meet our esteemed guests.” Brandon hesitantly approached the men, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer, he could see the lust in their eyes, and it gave him goosebumps, making his skin all the more sensitive. One of the men, a diminutive balding gentleman with a potbelly, spoke up first. “So, you’re the famous Brandon, eh? We’ve heard so much about you.” His words were laced with desire, and Brandon could feel his cock twitching in response. Another man, this one lanky with a thin moustache and beady eyes, chimed in. “Yes, yes. We’ve seen pictures of your progress, but nothing compares to the real thing.” He gestured towards Brandon’s speedo, his skeletal fingers almost brushing against the outline of the younger man’s growing erection. Brandon felt his face flush as the men continued to ogle at him, making small talk about his physique and asking him questions about his training regimen. The lecherous undertones in their voices left no doubt as to their true intentions, and Brandon found himself both repulsed and aroused by their attention. Coach Thompson watched the exchange with amusement, clearly enjoying Brandon’s discomfort. “Now, Brandon, why don’t you flex for us?” he suggested, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m sure the gentlemen would love to see you just how far you’ve come with your training." The men chuckled amongst themselves, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon was unsure but was not able to verbalise anything. Instead, he swallowed hard, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to their desires. “Go on,” Mr. Thompson urged, his voice increasingly demanding. “Let us have a good look at our star swimmer.” As Brandon stood before the old men, his body still tingling from their touch, Mr. Thompson smiled down at him and said, “You know, boys, I think it would be a great idea for Brandon to show off his progress with a little posing routine. Don’t you agree?” The men eagerly nodded their agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon felt a mixture of excitement and unease as he realized that he would once again be the center of attention for these lustful older men. He took a deep breath and began to flex his muscles, performing a series of poses that highlighted his chiseled physique. As he did so, the men let out appreciative whistles and cheers, encouraging him to continue. Brandon couldn’t help but feel proud of his body as he watched the older men fawn over his every move. Their compliments and desire made him feel strong and powerful, and he found himself revelling in the attention. After several minutes of posing, one of the men spoke up, his voice dripping with lust. “Mr. Thomson, we really should be able to touch Brandon’s muscles to appreciate his progress as a champion swimmer,” he said, his gaze lingering on Brandon’s toned abs. Mr. Thomson hesitated for a moment, then nodded his assent. “Alright, boys, you can touch, but be gentle. We don’t want to hurt our star swimmer.” The portly gentleman, Mr. Steamback reached out first towards Brandon’s chest. He began softly massaging his pecs and Brandon instinctively flexed them, responding to Mr Steamback’s touch. The sensation of the man pressing on his hardening pectorals brought forth an electric pleasure surging through Brandon’s body. With each contraction of his fibers came a swift wave of enjoyment from his groin to the top of his head. The rest of the men crowded around Brandon, their hands roaming over his body as they marveled at his muscles. Brandon found himself enjoying the contact, even as he felt uncomfortable with their lustful looks. Within moments, Brandon found himself surrounded by the old men, each of them eager to touch and caress his toned physique. Their hands roamed over his chest and abs, squeezing his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon couldn’t help but moan as they explored every inch of him, their touch both gentle and demanding. The men took turns pinching and playing with Brandon’s nipples, causing him to gasp and arch his back in pleasure. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and his cock responded accordingly, growing harder and throbbing with each touch. One of the older men, Mr. Blowharder, bent down in front of Brandon and began to lavish special attention on his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches. Brandon’s head fell back in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure coursed through his body. Another man, Mr. Marcel, stood behind Brandon, running his hands up and down the younger man’s arms. He marveled at the size and definition of Brandon’s biceps, urging him to flex his muscles for their enjoyment. Brandon complied, feeling a rush of power as he watched the old men fawn over his physique. As Mr. Marcel continued to admire Brandon’s biceps, he allowed his fingers to drift lower, tracing the outline of Brandon’s sides. Brandon shuddered at the touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come next. Mr. Thompson approached Brandon, a hungry look in his eyes. He placed his hands on Brandon’s chest, pushing him back against the wall. Brandon gasped as he felt the coach’s weight bearing down on him, the older man’s erection pressing into his hip. Without warning, Mr. Thompson leaned in and began kissing Brandon, his tongue invading Brandon’s mouth. Brandon’s moans filled the room as he gave himself over to the sensations, his body no longer his own. The other men watched with eager eyes, their own cocks straining against their pants as they waited for their turn with the young stud. They took turns caressing Brandon’s abs, thighs, and arms, each touch driving him closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. Brandon found himself lost in a world of sensations, his body surrendering to the desires of the older men. Mr Marcel spoke up, his voice quivering in excited lust. “It would be much easier for us to measure Brandon’s progress if he takes off his speedo,” he said, his eyes locked onto the younger man’s groin. The rest of the old men readily agreed with Mr. Marcel’s suggestion and nodded furiously while not stopping their perverted molesting of the fit swimmer. Brandon hesitated, unsure if he wanted to go that far. Mr Thompson said “You want to be a swim champ don’t you?” Brandon mouth was dry and could not say anything. He suddenly remembered his goal and the desire for approval and acceptance from these men was too strong, and he finally nodded his consent. Slowly, Brandon reached down and slipped off his Speedo, revealing his fully erect 7 inch veiny cock to the eager gazes of the old men. They let out a collective gasp, their eyes filled with hunger as they stared at his naked form. The men circled around Brandon, their hungry gazes raking over his dripping wet body. He shivered slightly, feeling both exposed and aroused under their intense scrutiny. As the men moved closer, Brandon caught sight of their eager faces and the prominent bulges in their pants. A wave of lust swept through him, and he felt his own cock twitch in response. Mr Steamback, ever the eager enthusiast, reached out and cupped Brandon’s balls, causing the younger man to gasp in surprise. The touch sent electricity coursing through his veins, and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, offering himself up for more. The other men continued to touch and caress him as well. Emboldened, the old men started licking Brandon’s muscles focusing on his nipples, pits, neck and bicpes. Tongues roamed over his chest and abs, sucking on his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon found himself lost in a world of pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the men explored every inch of his body. It wasn’t long before he felt a burning need to release the pressure building within him, and he reached down to stroke his hardening cock. Just then, Mr. Thomson intervened, grabbing Brandon’s wrist and stopping him mid-stroke. “Not yet, my boy,” he purred, his eyes glinting with desire. “We have plenty of time for that later. For now, enjoy the attention of these fine gentlemen.” With that, Mr. Thomson leaned in and kissed Brandon passionately again, forcing his tongue past the younger man’s parted lips. The taste of the coach’s mouth, combined with the sensation of multiple hands touching his body, sent Brandon into a state of pure ecstasy. The lines between pleasure and disgust blurred as he discovered new depths of depravity, his body surrendering to the desires of his coach and the other men. Brandon’s muffled groans were so loud it was fortunate that the campus was empty. kindly consider supporting and subscribing to my inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/JockCummings

A rather old fashioned view, but a truly fulfilling anal sex session for both parties needs the top to step up and take charge. As long as the top is confident and driven by his penetrative desires, most btms will gladly let the top work on the btms hole, and most importantly keep their sphincter relaxed to enjoy the ride. Missionary allows for the most variation in penetrative angles which the top can control. Based on the moans by the btms from different missionary penetration angles, the range of sensations that the btm can experience is unmatched by other positions. In short, if in doubt just go missionary!

Wow we should be more opened to ourselves friendly towards to our own communities. The recent long weekend I was invited to undies parties turned nude which is eye opening. It was held at the East Coast old condo at one of the penthouses. The people all sort of people from lean, stocky, muscular and alpha type. As I reached there already few guests start to chat and saw one sun tanning naked which my friend say he is host FB. After I was introduced, the host give us asked if we ready to change as all the guest belonging to be put in the big plastic bag with your name and tied secure which after the owner lock the room no hp is allowed. After strip to my micro mini low rise from Edge bright color. I joined in the crowd as there is drinks and some light refreshments. It was late afternoon around 5pm where weather not too hot. By 5pm the host make announcement that the party already start he lock the main door. We start to chart joke as the host no very good in song choice my FB say to the host that I was well verse in those club scene music as when I had session, I'm the one play on the music while we had 3sum. The host say go ahead with the laptop I say that all those music at my thumb drive in my bag he say let take it and share with us your music. He company me to take the thumb drive as in my bag inside the lock room. As I was taking the host very opened if he wants a quick sniff on my bulge turned up, I face fuck him a bit. Once we come up, I already sweating my FB asking why I so sweaty I say something happen which he guesses so much of it. I took over the music and connect to his home sound system the music starts everybody start to loosen up, drink, chat, laughing and moved their body little bit. By around 8pm near to 9pm the host asked few of us help to organize the table as the food going to be delivered as most the guys went inside one of the spares the room. The host very warmth and friendly so I decide to help I just put on the short what was given to me. Once the delivery guy left the place the host called the guests up to his roof. I change the music to cafe del mar and buddha bar we had fun chat as there no chair we sat on the floor on a small towel which the host provide. The conversation very healthy no drama, no bitchy around or racist topic. Once every on settle with their meal the host asking me if I know how to fix projector to watch movies which I familiar with than he took yoga mattress some help to lay and some volunteer to buy snack like chip and one offer to make a dip. Every so thoughtful makes the event so successful once every lay and goes well we watch few gay movies than the party start. Lucky the music blast quite loud lucky no complaint as his Neighbour go on holiday the unit renovation. Once the music on every start drinking the screen start to show porn where everyone starts to naked turn orgy. My cock been served well but the host got the priority to be the first to eat and ride my cock as he rides my cock, I suck the alpha cock. He can't hold his cum I swallowed up all his cum. I take few undies which I didn't whom it belong to wipe my sweat and sniff. The party nearly 5am where there all drained off. I want to leave the host refrained me and the alpha to go back plus my friend and one more we continue having sex. Lucky that day while I take my thumb drive, I take my magic potion, so I get hard whole night. Before the guest leave the so thoughtful and contribute some money to the host which he says this is first time organized if they agreed he willing to do group outing, brunch, movies, concert, dinner or travelling to gay pride. We going to have group camping to one of the beaches with swimming whole day till next day, BBQ, skin dipping, music, no alcoholic drink due to safety which already finalized. Each one of us contribute energy and effort. We are so lucky that we managed to get tent as good price. Food preparation will be 9 0f us as we need do preparation as we are lucky there 3 chef and one able to cook and bake. We so happy to know each other hope out there be happy, healthy, be happy with what u have. After i help to clean before leaved his place I pick up all the sweaty undies, they say they don't need as they know I love sniffing it and we share among 3 of us include the alpha, myself and my friend. Bless all of u.

Nope, you can even wear thongs or see-through swimwear without any fear. I usually wear super low rise for session 3 , when there is more people. and thongs and see through swimwear for session 1/2. The guards have no opinion at all haha

Im a 36-year-old Chinese guy, 177cm tall and 85kg, looking to build a meaningful, long-term relationship with someone genuine. I love shopping, swimming, window shopping, and spending relaxing afternoons in cafes. I value honesty, emotional connection, and shared experiences whether it's exploring the city or just enjoying each other's company. Im grounded, affectionate, and ready to invest in something real. If you are mature, kind, and looking for the same, I’d love to connect. like to seek some one who are around my age or younger.

Hi. Wanna share my massage review. Tried 4 Hand massage in Taman Melati. It was called F1 home massage. Located at M3 Mall residency Indonesian owned Spa. All of them from Indonesia Made booking via Telegram. Found them in Urut tele group Was excited to try 4Hands or 6Hands but somehow a bit disappointed I didn’t choose the masseurs as it was my 1st time. I chose 4Hands just want to try. And thinking of trying 6Hands in the future if the massage turn out to be good. I never had experience with more than 2 hands before. Place 7/10 Home based Floor is very oily like they never mopped or properly clean the floor Got toilet outside the massage room Toilet is clean Otherwise the house looks tidy Masseurs I was assigned with Wan and Andy Both looks like 20+ Indonesian guy At least Andy is somehow professional guy. I would rate Andy 6/10 for his service Massage 4/10 From the start of the massage I got a bad feeling its not gonna be good. The masseurs was taking too long to set the music before the massage started and use their own mobiles and looks like as they are not prepare for that. And suddenly got a call from that phone and one of them left to answer the call. Yes the other one did apologize on behalf of his friend. And they started massage. Before this I thought 4Hands or 6Hands massage gonna give the feeling that you’ve been touched in a rhythmic movement. But this one got me confused. One massaging my neck the other massaging my left foot. Then one on left hand, other one on the back. While one on my right thigh, the other one on my right hand. There is no synchronization at all. It got my like confused all the way to the end. I don’t feel any advantages of having more than 2 hands massaging my body. My early thought that both will be working on both legs and hands simultaneously. Something like that. They even got different pressure and technique. It was messed up for me. And worse, masseurs are not professional at all. They were chitchatting in Indonesian language with each other, so loud like I was not there. And they will start whispering and had a big laugh from time to time. There is no respect to the customer. It was not relaxing at all. There is one of them keep making weird noise somehow like slow moans then laugh. Not sure it supposed to trigger me or what but I was not triggered at all. Yes they did offer HE with extra payment but I refuse. I was so disturbed all the way from the start and one of them is really annoying and then keep emphasizing that his massage is good. I was annoyed and cannot wait for it to end. I just answer "yes" to end the conversation everytime he emphasize “sedap bangat kan bang pijat nya”. I was like ughhh 🙄 And in the middle of the massage, the mobile phone rang again and once again one of them left to answer the call. They did wasting time even during massage I can hear them talking about what time my massage supposed to end like they are rushing to end it. I was the only customer that evening. I think you guys know right if the massage is proper, not much oil left on the body right. As much been absorbed from the kneading. I finish with so many oils over my body and I went for shower after the massage. Luckily Andy was so calm and we had good small talk before I left. The manager asked for review after I left, and I did wrote them my honest reviews. He hope that I came back again, but that will be very least likely If you guys have better place with 4hands or 6hands massage kindly share here or DM me. Thanks

4 guys playing mahjong while I suck each and every one of them while they are playing.

Tg Pagar MRT toilet, 9 May, 1pm. I was the one who came out of the cubicle last with another guy. I could sense you loitering outside waiting. We thought we were quiet but I guess not since it grabbed your attention. As I washed my hands and took my time to freshen up, I caught you staring at me numerous times, knowing what transpired moments before. I walked off and we looked back at each other twice. There's clear attraction between us. I know that look of yearning, but I had to go back to work. Please DM me if you're here, you are one handsome guy. Black shirts with grey pants.