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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

Part 1 of X It was a quiet Sunday morning when I received a message, “You up for giving a show today? :p”. A jolt of curiosity ran through me as I pondered the proposition. Having time on hand, I replied that I was indeed up for it. The next message came, teasingly asking, “When do you look your best? Haha”. A playful smirk formed on my face as I contemplated the question. “Well,” I thought to myself, “I hope it’s always.” With a hint of confidence, I replied, assuring him that I always strive to look my best. As the conversation continued, the anticipation grew. “A shower show would be great, and probably more worth it. If it’s just you on the chair then maybe oil and flexing? Or would you be willing to meet?”. The possibilities raced through my mind as I considered the options. The idea of a shower show intrigued me, promising a tantalising experience. However, the mention of meeting added a new dimension of excitement to the proposition. Curiosity got the better of me as I replied, “Haha meet and?”. The response came swiftly, brimming with an air of seduction. “Just the same thing. Shower. Maybe touch a bit.” A blush spread across my cheeks as I absorbed the implications behind the words. The prospect of this encounter was becoming more enticing with each passing message. “Oh haha I see. I guess it’s fine. Just that you will need to travel.” The reality of logistics crept into the conversation, reminding us that this would require some effort. Yet, the thrill of the unknown overshadowed any reservations I may have had. “You’re fine with it?” he inquired, seeking reassurance. Determination welled up within me as I responded, “I will try to accommodate.” The prospect of this rendezvous was too alluring to pass up, even if it meant venturing into unfamiliar territory. “Ok, I don’t mind travelling. I have a place too if you want.” His eagerness mirrored my own, prompting a surge of anticipation within me. As the conversation came to a temporary halt, my mind raced with possibilities. What would this encounter bring? How would it unfold? The quiet Sunday morning had transformed into a stage for a clandestine performance, and was I ready to take my place in this tantalising dance of desire?

It was an early Saturday morning, the kind where the city is still rubbing sleep from its eyes. The air had a crispness to it, carrying the promise of new beginnings. I met up with my manager, who also served as my assistant, at a coffeeshop near our destination. Over coffee that was too hot to sip, our conversation was light, filled with nervous anticipation for the day's photo shoot. We walked together to the apartment where Darius, a self-taught photographer with quite an impressive portfolio, lived. The building was nondescript from the outside, its facade blending into the urban landscape, but the thought of what awaited inside sent a thrill of excitement through me, making my pulse quicken. As we approached the void deck of the building, my assistant, ever efficient, checked his phone. "All clear," he confirmed with a nod after a moment, his voice barely concealing his own excitement. We made our way to the elevator, the quiet hum of its operation doing little to calm the nervous energy buzzing between us. The photographer, Darius, did not live alone, so timing was crucial for our session. Fortunately, his housemate had already left for the day, leaving the space entirely to us. As we stood before Darius's apartment door, we could hear the soft murmur of conversation from inside — most likely Darius preparing for the day or perhaps talking to himself, as artists often do when in the throes of creative setup. With a deep breath, my assistant knocked, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet hallway. The door swung open, revealing Darius, his presence immediately filling the space with an aura of creative energy. "Welcome," he greeted us with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with the excitement of the day's work ahead. The conversation that had been behind the door was revealed to be Darius setting up the final touches with Blaze, the other model for the shoot, who was already there, his presence adding another layer of anticipation to the morning's already charged atmosphere.

Firstly thanks to all the bros who have dm and met me for a massage session following my previous post on the FOC massage Personals thread. I have since decided to start my own personal thread. I am practising and honing my skills and have also learned much from many that came and gave me feedback in the past few weeks. It is a legit massage - Swedish soothing aromatherapy - and i incorporate some pressure points as well as sensual strokes into my regime. My preference will be proportional size Chinese models; and not more than 181cm or 90kg. You can dm me at BW with your stats. Pics will be preferred of cos (but not a must and may help jump queue for slots)🫢😂 - i am only human so dont flame me lol. The least you will get is an hour of legit relaxing sensual massage. Don’t be shy to tell me what you like (or don’t like) for the massage or ask me any question. I am accommodating so most of my models leave a happy man 😜 Some of the BW members who tried my massage have been very kind to take the trouble to leave me some feedback - much appreciated.

So while I was on the beach house a few weeks ago, I had stopped by to hang out with a friend of mine who was staying at a guest house with a pool. The guest house is clothing optional, and no women. It wasn't a big pool, and there were like 8 chaise surrounding it. Most seems to be taken. I found one odd chaise, but the ones next to it were occupied. My friend didn't seem to mind, we we figured we will just chill in the pool instead and grab some sun on the floaties. While in the pool, there was a gay couple, and we started chatting a bit. The usual vacation chit chat, where you from, how long you staying here etc. They seem nice, in their late 20s, early 30s I guess, very hipster looking, including the facial hair. One of them is a tad hairy for my taste but it is me. After a while, I got out of the water, and sat on the chaise to people watch. A few of the guys were tanning in the nude, and some in their trunks. The gay couple my friend and I had spoken to earlier were wrapped up in their own world, kissing and hugging each other. It was very sweet. Then the gay couple decided to get out of the water. The hairier one got out first, and that is when I noticed that he is a trans man. I mean where the penis should be, was just some skin folds, and hair. I admit that this is the first time in a long time since I saw a pussy. I wasn't expecting to see one at the guest house, but hey it is 2021. Yes we can all go into the whole discussion and debate about a FTM transperson being gay, and may as well remain a female, but that is not how he views or sees himself. I do admire his courage in showing the world who he is as a trans person, and having a positive experience. Nobody by the pool even bothered. Guys were either napping, or occupied on their smartphones, or just minding their own business. The couple got dressed shortly, and left the pool and said bye to my friend and I. I have to confess that that was my first actual encounter with someone that I know is FTM, and apparently since Buck Angle, there is now a whole porn category dedicated to FTM, which I supposed is no different that MTF. So would you consider dating or having sex with a FTM guy?

Time Should I waste my time on you who i can't control Should i waste my time on things that is of my beyond Can't we see the time that went tick tock Is this the right time or is it not? They say time flows like a stream To a land where there are many dreams But you told me you did like to be a place full of surprises and supremes There are no other choices but this is the way its seems. I do not know what to say The world is so full of grey You say I am imperfect and this I know Yet I still think you are gold I may be kind and silly but it’s not fine. Your avoidant ways clearly shows through time Time will reveal who you are And you can really be a pain in the arse Letting you go should keep you afar As there is nothing left to be my fuss Finally I can get on my path. E.T. 13.01.2019

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This is a collective plea from all of us here at BW for you readers to share your sexual experiences. Come on don't be shy! I am sure everyone has some unique experiences to share. Do not worry about writing in broken english. It in fact provides a distinctive flavour to the post. Since we have allowed posting to be made anonymously (you do not need to be a registered member to post), your identity will not be exposed. I am attaching an example of a great post written in somewhat working class singlish. Up to today, I get hard reading it. I am sure many of you guys have similar stories to tell. Kindly share. ==================================================================== SteamedFish Unregistered User (4/8/04 7:23 am) FishingMan Last weekend I was drinking with friends at the NTUC Club. When we said goodbye, I thought I'll go to the nearby seaside to get some fresh air. There are some lovers and 2 men fishing. I walked to the far side to sit near the man to see how was his luck. The lights were quite dim but I can see him. Quite a stout chap with a handsome fair face about 30+. After a while, he got up, unzipped and peed into the sea. Hehe, I of course looked at his cock. Nice. He saw me that. He sat down and carried on his fishing. I asked him got any fish. He said no but got cheekopek. I know he was referring to me. But I was thick-skinned. I said we all men why say until like that? See also no harm right. He said don't know why ah quas like to peep at him. Happened so many time already. I said he's handsome, that's why. He say he old cock liao and got 2 children already. So I say he got man flavor. He said I got very sweet mouth. Is it I want to makan him. I say I dare not, wait he beat me up. He said don't bluff, last time that kelong owner also behaved like me. Seems like he's got naughty story so I asked him to tell me. He said last time he fishing at Changi, got one man saw him and told him he got kelong and he can fish there many fish. Since he said it's free, so he went because the kelong's nearby. When they got on the kelong, there were 2 workers there. The owner told them to go mainland to do something so they left. While he's fishing, he caught many fishes. The owner took a big pail to put in the fishes. But one time, he accidentally spill water on him. The owner said sorry and told him to wash with the clean pail of water. He said here nobody so can just wash naked nobody see also. So he got naked and washed. Then the owner also strip naked and his cock was hard already. He said he also want to wash. So they washed. Then the owner washed his back for him. Then told him to relax while he massage his back. He put a big canvas cloth on the floor and told him to lie down. He told the owner he's not gay. The owner said never mind, only help him relax. The owner massaged until his cock stand also. Quite nice. Then he asked him want to release fire or not? He said no. But the owner already shaking his cock until he cums. The owner also masturbated till he cummed. I said his story made me steamed. He said he also steamed. He asked me whether I got let people play backside. I said very seldom. He said he want to fxxk my backside. I said cannot, here so dangerous. He said I am so hamsup, he want to fxxk me also think twice. Wait he changed his mind then it's too late. So I said go someplace can or not? He said can if not far away. So he kept his fishing line and carried his big bag. We walked to Marina South and saw a big lorry park that's quite dim. There's one big lorry so we climbed on. He lay his canvas on the floor and we striped naked. He asked why I not shy to let men fxxk. I said not always but must be handsome like him then I willing. If not, then I don't want also. He laughed, like that he can fxxk any men if he want. I asked he got condom or not. He said no. He say how? I said if not then we just shake out. He said cannot that means he not handsome enough is it? I said no condom dangerous. He said I clean backide or not? I said should be, I washed before going out. He said he got plenty of water. He said he has an idea. He took out a plastic bag and inside was a big sandwich wrapped in lots of cellophane. He carefully removed the cellophane and put the sandwich back into the plastic bag. He wrapped the cellophane a few times round his cock and tie round his balls. I touched it and it felt quite strong with the few layers. He said I am like a wolf. But then no lube. Again he opened the sandwich bag and took out the small piece of wrapped butter. Wah lan eh, he said this time it is like people said I "bua" butter on my backside and kan karchng. I must say he's quite a good fxxker with all the right moves. I got my legs on his shoulders and told him he's good. He smiled and pumped me slow and fast. First I cummed then he after. We used his water to wipe clean and put on our clothes. He said it was fun. I said next time we better go hotel. ======================================================================

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Hi recently I have this urge of serving uncles above 40yo. I haven't got any actions yet (because I think it is difficult in this day and age) My biggest fantasies are to serve multiple uncle cocks or even dorm workers. Something about them not getting into action and going all out on me is hot. Like I had this "roleplay" where i want all the uncles to be playing mahjong and they make me suck them under the table.

Do you have any stories to share on kinky piss drinking or golden shower? Is there anyone interested in drinking pee? Or being sprayed w pee?

Anyone mind sharing his juicy stories with mature guy? Can be Twink with mature or Mature with mature. Old thread is dead so thought of starting a new one.

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Have anyone chatted with this guy before? Is he impersonating someone ? If he is real person, let me know . For my experience, I think he's fake and just a picture collector . Correct me if i am wrong . Thanks . I need your inputs.

Visited the Garden last week at night—seems like a good spot for cruising. Anyone have any stories or encounters to share? Is the Garden open 24 hours? It was really quiet with very few people around at night. Btw, anyone jogging here at morning on weekend at night on weekdays?

Those who into malays do pm me here with your id will add u up. And for the malays do PM me personally in malay for malay official tele. For those malays, I be conducting jog run and after virus free bootcamp this to encourage malays to running or jog or fitness or swim or all....burn bodyfats and lose weights...hope it help pass your IPPT ah kong give free money take advantage of it. Join a few of us 4th Jog run this Friday. From heartlands to place of interest parks (canals/pavement/bridges/beach/parks/stadium) for now is 5km run normal pace objective non stopping. Let me know if you keen. You feel damn good. Fitness help give you stamina best sex best energy no need the temporary drugs or coffee or ch*ll or p*lls. If you don't fitness n take any temp stuff u cum fast haha unless you jelqing or edging.

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For those looking for gym buddies and sharing stories in Anytime Fitness around Kuala Lumpur. Write down your frequent workout outlets and preferred gym times to see if any buddies will want to join in!

Hi Guys, I created this Telegram Group for people who are in JB or visiting JB. You can share you cruising experience/ interesting story/ chit chat /porn in there as well. https://t.me/+OPpinMb3mEhkNWU1

Since the previous thread under Traveller's Hut is deleted by the moderator. I think will be good to set up a new thread for member-only. Will start with my first experience at Sempurna Avenue, Cheras As a therapist, it might be surprising that I never been to the famous M2M massage place. I have tried many massage centres, masseurs from the apps, even visited bbboy, and some gay saunas in the past. I first heard about Manchai at Sempurna from my client who said his massage is strong. I decided to give him a try since he is my preferred type. I asked some of the fellow bw members about him. @hornychub kindly replied and gave me his direct whatsapp contact. However, all booking still need to go through the boss. Just happened that Healthland at Sg Chua is closed today. I went there this afternoon but no one around. I have to wait for Manchai to unlocked the main door upon arrival and go up the very dark stairs. No mysejahtera or temperature scan so not suitable for those concerns with COVID-19. Renovation of third floor (due to the recent DBKL raid) is finishing but the boss asked Manchai to use the 2nd floor where some (3) staff stay at that time. Manchai used the room next to the staff common room with workout equipment. The room was air-conditioned with a mattress on the floor. Overall still acceptable but I assume very different compared to third floor (never been). Manchai is friendly and speak Cantonese but I speak mandarin to him. He used to worked at D Spa and Water Spa when he was in Singapore. His brother runs a reflexology centre in Sg when he spent a short stint there too. His hometown from Pahang - origin of Musang King. He started the massage by doing some pressing on the back and proceed with massage of the upper body using lemongrass oil before moving to the legs with good strength using his strong hand, forearm, and elbow. He attempted the batin massage from the face down position. When turned around he massaged the legs and put them on top of his while pressing around my groin area when he asked whether I want extras but I turned down. Then he continues to massage my arms. Lastly, massage on sitting position. I was a bit shocked by the strength on my shoulder blade which was a bit painful but still bearable. Before the massage end, Manchai tried to give me a final body stretch standing up. I can feel his whole body behind and his bulge (could be semi hard) despite not so positive comments on the size, which was tempting to touch but I didn't. Throughout the session he is fully clothed. Overall, I enjoyed the 1h treatment of strong proper massage and he focused on my neck, shoulder, and back as requested. RM70 is definitely value for money. Will return to try again in the future when the third floor is properly re-opened. Skill: 6.5/10 Value: 7/10 Hope @hornychub can share his previous reviews of other masseurs from Sempurna and other places under this thread.

I just finished my walk and this is located so near to Vivo City bustling area and the places around Mount Faber lots of out door spots to explore and enjoy. Let’s see how many enjoyed this spots already and available going forward

I have been thinking for quite some time now that we have Singapore's Gay Missed Connection. Why not we make a Malaysia Edition for Malaysian gays?

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Shin Min Daily News 新明日报 Man molest man! A middle aged man was charged for hiding in a male's toilet and subsequently molesting a 29 year old man. The molested 29yo man was using the toilet at HDB Hub Toa Payoh when he met the molester. The molester not only watched him from the opposite cubicle, and also molested his legs by touching them through the gap below the partition. The 29 year old man was shocked and ran out of the toilet immediately. This molest case occurred in 19 Nov 2004, at around 6:30pm at Toa Payoh HDB Hub. The molester was a 44 year old man named Hong Ya Sai. He is a computer promoter. He was charged this morning in court. Hong Ya Sai was wearing a blue T-Shirt and was medium built. He faced a charge for molestation and another for peeping. He is out on bail of S$12,000. The case will be adjoured to 24 Oct 2005. According to the courts, the molestation happened at the 3rd level toilet of Toa Payoh HDB Hub.

There are lots of prc on Grindr but I think most of them use blued. Haven’t tried meetup with any