Reservist / ICT Discussion & Stories (compiled)

[Guest LOL]

Every year I go back to see the same men who would proudly announce that they are engaged, the older batches even have a baby. And every other year I returned to see their looks and figures deteriorate, like they don't care anymore. Seems like after getting a pussy to fuck, they don't care about their physical outlook. And they would exclaim why I would still maintain despite all those years, it is really laughable! Proud to be gay and single I must say, haha!

[snowball]

really? maybe depends the circle of your " camp mates " 

i know many that are well maintain and know how to take care of their look and body, 

there are plenty gays are under weight and very chub too

[Guest Lonely ICT]

I don't mind getting out of shape if I have loved ones at home to go back to. Or a person I can shower my love on.

 

In my most recent ICT, whenever my straight camp mates were having conversations on their kids and wives, I felt left out as usual. The only thing I could do is to serve Grindr. I managed to chat with a few army boys on the apps the ending is always the same every year.

 

I'm lean fit and considered well-maintained at my age but I'm not the super hunky type most ajs dream of. Did I get to meet any of them? None. Did I get blocked? Yes, by a few without saying anything wrong or I wasn't even given the chance to say it in the first place. As for the rest, the conversations just stopped.

 

Every time we had nights off, all my camp mates rushed home to have dinner with their families except me because there is no one waiting for me. I often had to act as if I also had someone to meet but in actual fact, I can only roam around the nearby shopping centers.

 

Given a choice, I would rather be straight and ugly, age gracefully than to try to look young, become another gym rat to meet the unrealistic expectations of others. Am I the only one here to feel this way?

 

 

 

 

[Guest Been there]

They are father already, bread and butter for the family became their priority. Many start to exercise at the last minute, usually a month prior to their reservist.   You will also notice they tend to spend most of their time on the phone, probably talking about work in office or with their children or wife at home that it is hard to talk to them when you are bored.  Their weight also increased, and quite buffed up, tummy became obvious and those used to fair well during past IPPT test, you sure notice their decline in many subsequent years.   Another of their longing is to hope for camp book-out, so that they can return home to give their wife or gf a good fuck and than report to camp usually in the wee hour while many were asleep after 11pm.  As for the singles, some of them you can tell, either not well educated or lack intellect to be of any attraction to any practical girl. They often ask you whether you have any girl to introduce, out of boredom, pure joke or seemingly sincere in their request.

 

 As for the gay, it is no secret if you have been with the same camp mates for years, they can tell, by your movement or through conversation to the extend some gay will openly delcare themselves, as no surprise to the rest.  They straight-acting one pull off quite well, though they may notice some sissified gay have an eventful days in camp, they could only by the sideline with whatever was in their own mind. Some of them pretended to be Beng, ganged up with the real Beng to sodomise the attention seeking sissified one.   If the society cannot understand gay people,  camp is the best place to show off to the straight world that we are no different from them by being co-operative, careful and helpful during the training.  The anti-gay mate will eventually call you brother, buddy and sometime buy you snacks if they have the opportunity to do so, on silent condition that you must not be too  loud to cause discomfort for them to be near.   How they will react once they are out of camp is beside the point, but I am sure they will not ignore you if you can leave a lasting impression for them at camp and hoperfully evangelist about us being a good person to the society at large.  

 

 

[wintersnow]

i would say nowadays straight or gay, ppl are more health conscious.

 

i recently went back for in camp and see most are still quite well maintained and what i mean here is, did not get too bloated up (due to age etc, there will be some degree on weight increase but i think generally they are fine). some straight guys are even more well maintained than me

 

most i would see doesnt have the married or uncle look but some are quite obvious

 

hence i wont say married man are not maintaining

[Guest Why]

2 hours ago, Guest LOL said:

Every year I go back to see the same men who would proudly announce that they are engaged, the older batches even have a baby. And every other year I returned to see their looks and figures deteriorate, like they don't care anymore. Seems like after getting a pussy to fuck, they don't care about their physical outlook. And they would exclaim why I would still maintain despite all those years, it is really laughable! Proud to be gay and single I must say, haha!

And after all those years, you are still so shallow in character. 

[Guest Guest]

On 25 June 2017 at 9:10 PM, Guest Lonely ICT said:

I don't mind getting out of shape if I have loved ones at home to go back to. Or a person I can shower my love on.

 

In my most recent ICT, whenever my straight camp mates were having conversations on their kids and wives, I felt left out as usual. The only thing I could do is to serve Grindr. I managed to chat with a few army boys on the apps the ending is always the same every year.

 

I'm lean fit and considered well-maintained at my age but I'm not the super hunky type most ajs dream of. Did I get to meet any of them? None. Did I get blocked? Yes, by a few without saying anything wrong or I wasn't even given the chance to say it in the first place. As for the rest, the conversations just stopped.

 

Every time we had nights off, all my camp mates rushed home to have dinner with their families except me because there is no one waiting for me. I often had to act as if I also had someone to meet but in actual fact, I can only roam around the nearby shopping centers.

 

Given a choice, I would rather be straight and ugly, age gracefully than to try to look young, become another gym rat to meet the unrealistic expectations of others. Am I the only one here to feel this way?

 

I feel the same as you. No point maintaining nice figure and look, but lonely and no loved ones at home to go back to. No matter how many friends you have, afterall they cannot be 24/7 besides you, and care, love and help you.

[Guest Manly Smell]

ICT is the best time and place to get away from mundane office world.  Take it as a male boot camp, a hiking trip,  an enclave where only men exist and the only place where men sleep, eat, smell each other and shower together.  I have no complain about it overall. Once you are out of ICT, you felt so weird that you blended into the mundane world again.

[Guest Guest]

1 hour ago, Guest Manly Smell said:

ICT is the best time and place to get away from mundane office world.  Take it as a male boot camp, a hiking trip,  an enclave where only men exist and the only place where men sleep, eat, smell each other and shower together.  I have no complain about it overall. Once you are out of ICT, you felt so weird that you blended into the mundane world again.

ICT is not the same as back in active army days. During ICT, it is the time when your army mates share their work, family and kids together during ICT. It is really feel weird when you are still single and available during every year ICT.

[drake25]

Not really, i do enjoy my ICTs with the guys....thought never mentioned anything about the straightness. i guess it is spending time away from work and get to play with guns and stimulating war like conditions with the modern comforts.

[CKW]

Woah! I can identify with so much that is being shared here! My ICT cycle is about to finish, so I can say that a lot of the feelings that you guys shared here, I feel/felt it too.

 

I remember during the first few cycles, the pool of bachelors in our platoon was pretty big, and it was a lot of fun when everyone stayed in and chatted in the bunk way into the night.

 

Then, as the cycles past, more and more guys get married, and consequently, fewer and fewer guys stay in. As someone said above, the married guys all can't wait to book out to go home to their wives and kids. For those of us singles who stay in, you will tend to feel lonelier and lonelier.   

 

I think even the straight single guys also feel it. You can see from their faces that they start to feel left out when their buddies start to spend less time socialising with them after camp hours.

 

And I agree that sadly, a lot of the straight single guys are those who are not very highly-educated, and whose jobs don't exactly pay a lot. At least this is the situation in my platoon. S'pore women have very high standards so it's quite sad that these guys stand at a disadvantage.

 

And I also know that lousy feeling, what someone posted above, about wishing you had a wife and kids to rush home to, like everyone else. Instead, you just go home to an empty house, or roam the shopping centres after book-out (and hoping not to bump into them there!). 

 

But you feel paiseh letting your platoon mates know, so you bluff them that you are meeting people after camp, or going to do something very important.  

[cutejack]

1 hour ago, drake25 said:

Not really, i do enjoy my ICTs with the guys....thought never mentioned anything about the straightness. i guess it is spending time away from work and get to play with guns and stimulating war like conditions with the modern comforts.

Play with gun?anytime. Y wait for ICT?

[kidster]

On 6/25/2017 at 9:10 PM, Guest Lonely ICT said:

I don't mind getting out of shape if I have loved ones at home to go back to. Or a person I can shower my love on.

 

In my most recent ICT, whenever my straight camp mates were having conversations on their kids and wives, I felt left out as usual. The only thing I could do is to serve Grindr. I managed to chat with a few army boys on the apps the ending is always the same every year.

 

I'm lean fit and considered well-maintained at my age but I'm not the super hunky type most ajs dream of. Did I get to meet any of them? None. Did I get blocked? Yes, by a few without saying anything wrong or I wasn't even given the chance to say it in the first place. As for the rest, the conversations just stopped.

 

Every time we had nights off, all my camp mates rushed home to have dinner with their families except me because there is no one waiting for me. I often had to act as if I also had someone to meet but in actual fact, I can only roam around the nearby shopping centers.

 

Given a choice, I would rather be straight and ugly, age gracefully than to try to look young, become another gym rat to meet the unrealistic expectations of others. Am I the only one here to feel this way?

 

 

 

 

The feeling is much worse if you are if you're an appointment holder. eg. Sect com, PS or PC.

 

Every man knows you and you will get to talk to every single one of them during ICT because they will approach you with tons of problems related to their health, job, family and even pets. 

 

Being their commander, you try your best to address all the problems. You ensure everything goes on smoothly; the admin and logistic. You even have to shallow your pride and sweet talk the regulars to negotiate for early book out. And stand up for your men against unreasonable regulars who only care about their KPIs, neglecting the safety of the men. 

 

ICT might be a holiday to some but not to the appointment holders as SAF hasn't really changed much. It's still as screw up as before. The whole week is so busy with all the miscommunication happening in the WhatsApp group chats. Can't even find a chance to peep at hot cute guys in the gym.

 

You don't really mind because you used to take care of the same guys back in the active days. But when it's time to outpro, you turn around and realize all of them have disappeared. The kind of bros they claim to be. 

 

The cycle continues... #foreveralone 

 

(Based on true story.)

 

 

 

[Guest Jessie]

After reading all comments here, I’m feeling sad 

[Guest wish]

3 hours ago, Guest Jessie said:

After reading all comments here, I’m feeling sad 

Not only during reservist, but every single day of my life, I wish I wasn't gay. I could have been married by now and having a "normal" life like most people. I would not have feel this inner sense of shame of being attracted to guys. I don't have to constantly face social pressure of not being married.

[Guest 回不去了]

2 hours ago, Guest wish said:

Not only during reservist, but every single day of my life, I wish I wasn't gay. I could have been married by now and having a "normal" life like most people. I would not have feel this inner sense of shame of being attracted to guys. I don't have to constantly face social pressure of not being married.

 

You can go get married with a woman and have kids. Will you be happier than your current state?

[cutejack]

3 hours ago, Guest wish said:

Not only during reservist, but every single day of my life, I wish I wasn't gay. I could have been married by now and having a "normal" life like most people. I would not have feel this inner sense of shame of being attracted to guys. I don't have to constantly face social pressure of not being married.

True.me too

[cutejack]

3 hours ago, Guest wish said:

Not only during reservist, but every single day of my life, I wish I wasn't gay. I could have been married by now and having a "normal" life like most people. I would not have feel this inner sense of shame of being attracted to guys. I don't have to constantly face social pressure of not being married.

But y not get a prtner n settle down?

[CKW]

9 hours ago, kidster said:

You don't really mind because you used to take care of the same guys back in the active days. But when it's time to outpro, you turn around and realize all of them have disappeared. The kind of bros they claim to be. 

 

It's true, and it's a very lousy feeling, when you know that they've all rushed home to be with their wives and kids, whereas you will just go to the hawker centre to eat alone and then go home.  

 

It's not like the good old NSF days where everyone will be very rowdy, arguing about where we should all go for dinner after book-out.

 

Now, they all go home to help their kids with their homework, or as someone said above, to f**k their wives.

 

But I guess that's life, more painful for some than for others.

[suckmegood]

oh come on. why so emo? 

 

ICT has always been a catch up break for me and my friends. some married. some in the midst of getting married. and some, still very much prefers to stay as swinging single so that they can have the freedom to sleep around. so, we all have our own lives now. 

 

but no matter what, it doesn't take away the fact that it's a given period for old friends to get together and reminiscing the good old days. 

 

ahhhhh. my ICT cycle is ending soon and once that's done, not sure when will be the next time we find time to catch up. 

[Vometra]

Omg I thot this will be a sexciting thread. Turns out to be a menopausal thread

 

I finished my ict liao. But sometimes I am the ONLY one who stayed in while the rest went home to sleep, however late we were let off , and however early they had to book in.

[CKW]

1 hour ago, Vometra said:

Omg I thot this will be a sexciting thread. Turns out to be a menopausal thread

 

I finished my ict liao. But sometimes I am the ONLY one who stayed in while the rest went home to sleep, however late we were let off , and however early they had to book in.

 

I think there's another Army thread for more sexiciting stories  

 

Sorry that I'm one of those who contributed to making the thread so gloomy.   Haha

 

I was surprised when I read the earlier posts to learn that other people felt the same way I did during ICT. I had thought all along that I was the only one. 

[tomcat]

Is it true? You all are left out, because you think these guys go home and eat dinner with their wives and kids.

 

dude, it is a well known secret. All the straight guys form small groups and fuck chicken in geylang.

 

it is the perfect time for them to do, because their wives think they are doing reservist and never book out. 

[suckmegood]

1 minute ago, tomcat said:

Is it true? You all are left out, because you think these guys go home and eat dinner with their wives and kids.

 

dude, it is a well known secret. All the straight guys form small groups and fuck chicken in geylang.

 

it is the perfect time for them to do, because their wives think they are doing reservist and never book out. 

 

partially true cuz i do hear some guys doing that. but not all. usually those married but doesn't have kids or if their kids are all grown up will do that. a lot of the married guys with young kids still head home for parental duties. 

[kidster]

6 hours ago, Vometra said:

Omg I thot this will be a sexciting thread. Turns out to be a menopausal thread

 

I finished my ict liao. But sometimes I am the ONLY one who stayed in while the rest went home to sleep, however late we were let off , and however early they had to book in.

Wah! you dare to stay in alone? Not scare of invisible friends? The boy with the bouncing ball or Jap soldiers from WW2? 

[Vometra]

1 hour ago, kidster said:

Wah! you dare to stay in alone? Not scare of invisible friends? The boy with the bouncing ball or Jap soldiers from WW2? 

When we were forced to stay in, I would normally sneaked away from the allocated bunk to the darkest and most isolated corner of the camp to find an unused bunk to sleep and shower alone.

 

My first instinct when I see any dark and quiet area is this could be a good place to cruise, not if there are invisible friends.

[CKW]

4 hours ago, tomcat said:

Is it true? You all are left out, because you think these guys go home and eat dinner with their wives and kids.

 

dude, it is a well known secret. All the straight guys form small groups and fuck chicken in geylang.

 

it is the perfect time for them to do, because their wives think they are doing reservist and never book out. 

 

For my platoon, they really do go back home every night, even for those without kids. Can tell from their overall camp behaviour that they are the well-behaved type who don't book out to go Geylang.  

 

Last time, I used to stay in so that I can wake up later and save money on transport. It was fun because there were platoon mates to talk to. And we sometimes ordered or bought back pizza or fast-food.

 

But then fewer and fewer guys stayed in as the ICT cycles came and went, and more of them got married. Eventually, staying in started to become increasing depressing and unbearable.

 

I guess some of you guys will love being able to stay-in alone: peace & quiet; whole bunk to yourself; no need to queue to shower, etc.

 

But I didn't take it so well. So I started going home every evening like everyone else, even though it meant waking up early every morning and spending money to take taxi to camp.

[Singroc]

11 hours ago, suckmegood said:

oh come on. why so emo? 

 

ICT has always been a catch up break for me and my friends. some married. some in the midst of getting married. and some, still very much prefers to stay as swinging single so that they can have the freedom to sleep around. so, we all have our own lives now. 

 

but no matter what, it doesn't take away the fact that it's a given period for old friends to get together and reminiscing the good old days. 

 

ahhhhh. my ICT cycle is ending soon and once that's done, not sure when will be the next time we find time to catch up. 

You seems to be the happy go lucky type

[Guest disgusted]

Not ALL straight guys are like that ok. There are some who are really decent and they do go home to keep their families company.

 

Please do not assume everyone is as promiscuous and sexually charged as you to play with multiple guys outside your own relationship.

 

9 hours ago, tomcat said:

Is it true? You all are left out, because you think these guys go home and eat dinner with their wives and kids.

 

dude, it is a well known secret. All the straight guys form small groups and fuck chicken in geylang.

 

it is the perfect time for them to do, because their wives think they are doing reservist and never book out. 

 

[suckmegood]

11 hours ago, Singroc said:

You seems to be the happy go lucky type

 

haha. because YOLO! staying miserable and sad doesn't make me feel good. yes, there are ups and downs in life. but when there's downs, it's ok to feel sad but don't let it linger too long as life still needs to move forward. 

 

so, I do emphatize CKW's situation but it comes as a part of life journey. it's ok to feel lonely but hey, maybe take that night out to meet up with some other friends who are still single.  

[Guest Guest]

On 29 June 2017 at 8:24 AM, cutejack said:

But y not get a prtner n settle down?

Not say if you want to find a partner, you are able to find one. In gay community, don't think it is so easy.

[cutejack]

3 minutes ago, Guest Guest said:

Not say if you want to find a partner, you are able to find one. In gay community, don't think it is so easy.

Its easy if u r not choosy.frankly those who says want partner himself got attitude problem.how to?

[tomcat]

http://www.herworldplus.com/celebs-men-sex/mensex/your-man-using-reservist-chance-cheat

 

oh no, even in woman's mag already talking. i guess good men go home, naughty men go geylang ahah.

 

and to that one guest, thanks again for stalking me. think i dont know ah.... since you like to dig into me, i was thinking of a fountain for my garden. i have a shovel, what time can you come and dig some more? 

[Vometra]

"He adds: “There’s a thrill in seeing your friends get intimate with the girls, too.”"

 

"Things got heated along the way, and Kelvin ended up having sex in front of the six of us. Two other men also received oral sex from her, while the rest continued drinking. Of course, we didn’t plan any of this. It just happened.”"

 

Hmmmmm ... kinky straight men ...

[Guest Guest]

4 hours ago, cutejack said:

Its easy if u r not choosy.frankly those who says want partner himself got attitude problem.how to?

Its easy but still not as easy what you though to be.

[thorzguy]

Depending on your vocation / unit you are posted to, ICT can be both draining and irritating, or exciting and entertaining.

I was called up for my 1st ICT at the age of 30. Nope, I didn't defer. Mindef put me on "holding list". I was re-vocated from Comms Store IC to a TO (transporter operator, or simply put it Driver!).

 

My ICT is like a nomad life -  never really stick to one unit, move from Armour (various companies) to Support (various platoon before finally settling down)

I have met straight or gay, unfit to super fit guys... end of day, I do not really care. When all of us are together, be in in the field, in Wallaby, in the bunk.... I cherish those moments. Yes, my work is interrupted but no choice. I rather stay focus on what I can do within my means and plans, rather than on the emotional part of am I alone, why am I here etc... Some LOVE reservist -  they work like 14hours a day; while some are estranged from their families....while, most of us find is a waste of time.

[GachiMuchi]

ICT Adventures (story from tumblr)

It was yet another ICT cycle as I reported on my first day to Tuas Naval Base. After doing the usual sign ins and declarations we were soon ushered to a meeting room to await instructions. I was getting rather restless, looking around for friendly faces or handsome ones for that matter. Since I just got posted into a new company from my previous cycle, I was kind of hoping for some eye candies, but it seems I am to be disappointed; neither NSFs  nor NSmen caught my eye. Just as I thought it was going to be yet another boring cycle, from the corner of my eye I caught sight of a tall broad figure with a crew cut striding into the room, before I could guess who he was, he had already made his way to the front of the room. From the moment I caught sight of his chiselled features on that bespectacled face, I knew I was hooked. His next words were lost in a shroud as my eyes drank in every single detail of him. A smart 4 never looked better on anyone else and he filled it up very nicely… even as I fantasized about stripping them off…

“Do I make myself clear?” he concluded. Silence in the room indicated consent. Satisfied, he turned to leave. As my eyes followed him across the room, his eyes flickered to mine for the briefest moment and his lips pursed ever so slightly before he left the room. With his spell broken, I turned to the guy next to me, “Who’s he again? Sorry I dozed off”. “His name is Derrick, he’s gonna be the NSF training officer attached to us.” Perhaps, this ICT isn’t gonna be so bad after all, smiling to myself.

The next few days were tough as we went about our training. I haven’t had the chance to speak to him yet, but somehow I sense we would always register each other’s presence immediately with the merest flicker of a glance. Or else he would cut past my row of seats to address the men from the middle of the room. I would never fail to sneak a glance when he got so close, his legs would inevitably brush mine as he walked past but his eyes were always forward, not sparing a glance down at me. Didn’t want to think too much, since I’m tired and couldn’t care less. Meanwhile still enjoying the view, as I slowly recalibrated my animal brain back to the words coming out of his mouth… Applauding my limited attention span, it turns out he would be conducting a PT session the very next day.

I arrived at the sports complex early in the morning. A tall grey figure with a nicely V tapered back immediately caught my attention, decked in what must be UnderArmour as I walked over. No one else is that hot in our unit, it had to be Derrick. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, I blurted out “Morning!” almost automatically. “Morning.” Derrick replied with a smile as I walked quickly past him to join my platoon, hoping my expression was steely as ever, even as hot blood thundered in my ears when his UnderArmour left nothing much to the imagination. Stripping out of my uniform, then removing the inner shirt, I bent over my backpack half naked digging for my PT gear, rummaging through my stuff. Noticing movement from the corner of my eye, seems Derrick was throwing more than a few glances my way though it almost seems he’s trying too hard NOT to stare. I smirked to myself as I slipped on my singlet, we still have two weeks ahead of us, I hope things get interesting.

The PT session ended with my trying not to stare too hard or wonder what lay beneath Derrick’s tights. It was distracting as hell. We were dismissed, drenched in sweat, all I wanted was a cold shower to cool off but our squadron’s toilets were full. Not wanting to shower with people shouting for you to hurry up, I explored around, wandering over to the neighbouring squadron. It seems they were out for deployment so there weren’t many people around. I breathed with a sigh of relief to find that I was alone in the toilet, seems no one else knew to come here. Just as I peeled off my sweaty singlet, Derrick walked in, his tights wet and plastered to his taut body with his shower stuff and towel draped over his shoulder.

We regarded each other with faint surprise, both not expecting company at all. Walking over to place his toiletries next to mine, I noticed his eyes couldn’t stop flitting to my topless bod. “I thought no one from our unit came here” Derrick said as he sauntered past me, his hand brushing across my butt ever so lightly just as I was pulling down my shorts. That was no accident I’m sure. Putting down his stuff next to mine, he peeled off his UA top slowly revealing the hot bod I finally get to see. Almost as if he were putting on a private show for me and I could barely stop myself from staring, boy was he defined… “Well, I just thought the toilet in the next squadron might be empty.” I replied, trying to appear nonchalant as I wrapped a towel around myself and removed my underwear from under. Struggling to hide my growing boner, I picked up my stuff I started for a cubicle at the end. Not noticing that while I was digging for my stuff, Derrick had just locked the toilet door and was now walking towards me clad in only a towel. I stopped to stare now, I admit because the sexual tension is almost palpable as he closed the distance between us. My dick couldn’t help but peak up under my towel as Derrick stopped right in front of me, our heavy breaths tickling each other’s lips. I didn’t bother suppressing my hard on as I admired his perfect torso up close, still shiny with a sheen of musky sweat. Catching sight of the tent under my towel was all the cue Derrick needed as he pressed himself against me, pinning me to the wall, before I felt his soft lips land on mine. He was firm yet gentle with the first peck, eyes still closed.

Caught off guard, heart thumping, not expecting Derrick to be this daring, I could only surrender and return the kiss from this stunning boy. The kisses grew more ardent as he pressed his throbbing length against mine, humping me as he pinned my arms to the wall and ravaged my lips. Breaking for breath, “Fuck! You are hot and a damn good kisser…” Derrick breathed, chest heaving as he trailed a finger down my chest to my abs. Undoing both our towels, he pushed me into the cubicle turned on the water and his very talented tongue and hands began to trail a path down my body as the water cascaded over our warm bodies. I could only rest my hands on his broad shoulders as his tongue traced fire over my nipples and abs, my chest heaving in short breaths. When I finally opened my eyes, Derrick was on his knees in front of me, not breaking eye contact he slowly took in my entire girth in his mouth, eagerly enjoying the sight of my face contorting from the pleasure he gave me. I could barely stifle my moans, praying no one would overhear.

I could not wait to return the favour, pulling him up and pinning him against the cubicle wall, we lip locked again as my hands explored every inch of his athletic body, rewarded with him moaning into our kisses as my hands did their magic spreading body wash all over him. As we kissed, my legs slowly parted his and slid my dick under his balls, and slowly started humping him, each stroke just enough to graze his hungry hole leaving him wanting more. Clamping his muscled thighs together, he made a perfect glove for my upturned dick. The humping began in earnest as we found our rhythm slowly increasing the pace.

Soon as Derrick’s breathing picked up, I bent down to lick his nipples while my hands worked on his dick and mine still humping his thighs. “I’m gonna… ugh cumm…” he barely manages as his entire body tenses up before erupting multiple jets of cum on my abs. Watching him unload and feeling his thighs clench I climax with a muffled moan smothered by his kiss…

As we both caught our breaths, Derrick muttered, “hey if you don’t wanna cab in early tmr morning, you can bunk with me tonight… we’ll be alone” he finished pulling me in for a kiss. A smile slowly creeps up the corner of my lips, as I give his butt a light smack. We quickly washed each other clean and headed back to our squadron building.

We had some lecture to sit through about ops, but my mind was faraway thinking about Derrick and our rendezvous tonight. The day ended rather late as we had to polish our arms, most NSmen of course preferred the warmth of their own beds. But I was looking forward to Derrick’s.

Tossing around in my bed, I was restless and more than a little horny. Most of the other NSmen asleep, dead to the world. I was trying in vain to look for him on Facebook, only to be interrupted with a text from an unknown number, “Come over” was all it said. Derrick must have gotten my number from the NSmen namelist, that cheeky boy. It was barely 11 p.m., he’s probably done with his DO duties early tonight, the night was still young for us. Smiling to myself, I quietly let myself out of the bunk and headed toward his. Clad in only a PT kit, the chill wind hardened my nipples and they peaked against the material sending tingles of excitement all over, setting my hair on edge. I bit my lip in anticipation with every step inching closer to the Officers’ Bunk down the hallway. My dick was already straining hard against my tight undies when turned the door knob to let myself in, locking it behind me.

It was pitch dark in the bunk, with only the faint light from the hallway barely penetrating the curtains. I was blind as my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, my excitement thumping in my chest wondering what was in store for me. Before I could call out for Derrick, I felt a warm hand rest itself on my hip, I almost jumped before realizing who it was but, another arm quickly slipped around my waist to steady me. It could only be Derrick, I remember the touch of his skin well enough. Words were no longer necessary here when our bodies spoke through our touch. I felt his warm minty breath next, tickling just behind my ears. Then his lips lightly quivering as they clasped and worked on my ears. Arching my head back, I rested perfectly on his strong shoulders, his torso melting into the arch of my back as I felt his warmth engulf me.

I couldn’t remember feeling like this safe, yet vulnerable at the same time. This felt more than just a fuck somehow. Questions later, letting Derrick take the lead. He certainly took his time; his hands savouring every inch of my skin, creeping under my singlet and running them lightly on my abs. I writhed in pleasure at this exquisite torture, his fingers just danced short of my nipples. I bit my lip, mentally imploring him not to stop, just as his other hand slips into my shorts, and runs a thumb over my precum soaked underwear. I could not help but let out my first stifled moan… Apparently, that was what he was waiting for as his lips descended upon the nape of my neck, while both his hands crept up under my shoulders. I could feel his feathery light touch as they rested on my chest. I could hear my breath heaving in the silence, only to catch as his fingers found my rock hard nipples, caressing them through the fabric before giving in to my stifled moans and diving under my singlet to circle them with his fingers. I melted into Derrick, putty in his hands, as he lifted my singlet off me and dropped my shorts to the floor.

So lost in my sensations, only now did I realize Derrick was almost naked as his bare flesh plastered against mine. I could hear his excitement in his breath, as he wrapped himself around me, skin on skin this time. Freeing his hard throbbing cock from his underwear, I felt Derrick’s dick throb to his heartbeat as he sandwiched himself between my buttcheeks. He was leaking so much, it was like natural lube as he humped my bubble butt readying me up for what’s to come. His  cockhead eventually found its way to my eagerly waiting hole, lathering it up with his precum. I was on cloud nine already even as his head teased my wet hole, wetting his fingers in my mouth, he played with my nipples while his dick slowly pried me open. It was too much for me, I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like when Derrick finally enters me.

My low hushed moans were almost a constant now,  my hole almost wanting to swallow his dick whole when his head almost slid in. Derrick’s hands left me momentarily as I heard what must have been a condom wrapper ripped open. His hands grasped my hips, spread my legs wider and I felt him push himself into me ever so slowly. Just his cockhead pushed past my sphincter I finally heard his moan for the first time as I instinctively clenched tight. He could barely stifle his ecstasy, his moan slowly intensifying as he claimed my ass inch by inch.

We were both breathless for a moment, our bodies quivered in tandem as I clenched in pleasure, each contraction on his dick elicited a barely suppressed moan… His hand found my chin and guided my lips to his as we lip locked for the first time that night as Derrick slowly started to fuck me in earnest. I could hear his laboured breaths getting shorter, while his strokes got longer and harder. Each one hitting closer to my spot, I’ve never been harder and I swear I was starting to see stars as he pounded into me. My moans were getting louder and each successive stroke sent shivers all over me. Derrick had to muffle my moans for fear of waking anyone, if only so he could fuck me harder…

I had lost track of time, his dick was a perfect fit I didn’t want him to stop. When he finally did stop for a breather, we were both drenched in sweat.

Not wanting to dirty his bed, he laid a towel on the floor and gently laid me down as he prepared to enter me missionary. In the faint light, our eyes met as he lubed me up, I bit my lip as he readied himself. Illuminated by the faint light, I could just make out his beautifully chiselled sweaty torso. His squarish pecs with his big round nipples accentuated by the dancing shadows as he moved. Every line on his abs rippled as he ploughed into me. His muscled arms pinned next to my head as I grasped those bulging triceps to pull myself closer to him. His expression alight with fire and his brows dripping sweat. Our eyes taking in every detail of each other. We were both close, we both knew it, our orgasms have been long simmering waiting for release. I ran my hands up his sweat drenched torso to feel those firm pecs in my hands, teasing those large wet nipples, he threw his head back in silent rapture while his hands found his way to my chest too. It was all too much, to see this hot stud pounding into me with such desire and wild abandon. Our eyes met, in that instant I mouthed a silent “I’m gonna cum”. With a naughty grin Derrick held on to my shoulders before going full throttle. I could feel the orgasm rumbling up like a volcanic eruption as Derrick pounded relentlessly on my sweet spot. “Cumming!” he whispered hoarsely, jerking my dick as we both exploded simultaneously. My moans were quickly muffled with Derrick’s tongue diving into my mouth, almost hungrily devouring me as the volley after volleys of cum burst out of us. I only wished that kiss would never stop…

Totally spent from our exertions, Derrick collapsed on top of me, breathless. “Fuck….” was all I could say. “Fuckkkkk….” Derrick muttered in agreement. That was mind blowing sex by any standards. None of us said a word as we made our way to the showers to wash each other off. Still processing what just happened with nothing but amazement. It was 3 a.m. as I crawled into Derrick’s bed, with him being the little spoon this time as we drifted off into slumber, both with contented smiles on our faces.

~anon.raw

[Guest Dicky]

Why my ICT had never been this eventful? Sigh

[cutejack]

1 hour ago, Guest Dicky said:

Why my ICT had never been this eventful? Sigh

Coz i was not there with u.

[CKW]

On 06/07/2017 at 7:18 AM, Guest Dicky said:

Why my ICT had never been this eventful? Sigh

 

Mine neither. My whole platoon is filled with homophobic, straight, unattractive, married guys.  

Edited July 8, 2017 by CKW

[Guest Guest]

I read through the whole thread and can definitely relate to most of the posts. During early stage of reservist, most are still bachelors, alot of common topics to talk about. It reminds me of NSF days. However during the later stage, almost all the guys are married and have children. Conversations always revolve around marriage, wives, children, housing etc etc. I always feel left out. Some people will say getting married have alot of issues but there are also many blissful marriages. I can see most of the guys always cant wait to book out to be with their wives and kids. Somehow I feel like everyone have moved on and progress in their lives except me. 

[BudakFit]

Who say ICT is not happening? Happening leh...those young at officer school....the NSFs beside your unit....the PTI saw you naked and use app to plan meet up haha 

Even the canteen happening...raining is the best haha 

 

Anyway, the bonding ICT is great everytime...coz we know we be seeing each other....like really brother in arms...from outfield to training to book out.....even makan...IPPT cheer each other telling me to run faster then the officers haha an memorable experience from Tekong Enhanced Pegasus coy Enlistee love the swimming part haha all is so hot cute 😏 to NSF SBR guard duty sentry😏🤫 to Reservist...😏.a journey that is priceless...

 

 

I got one cute fit guy who always do pull up with me before lunch and after lunch hehe got one clerk who love to flirt...got one signaller who is so geeky cute but super horny love to go to my bunk after midnight haha  even the medic love to be poke haha 

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On 2/13/2022 at 11:15 AM, sgboyboy said:

anyone heading back for reservist at Jurong Camp 2? 

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On 4/24/2021 at 7:26 PM, Guest Guest said:

I read through the whole thread and can definitely relate to most of the posts. During early stage of reservist, most are still bachelors, alot of common topics to talk about. It reminds me of NSF days. However during the later stage, almost all the guys are married and have children. Conversations always revolve around marriage, wives, children, housing etc etc. I always feel left out. Some people will say getting married have alot of issues but there are also many blissful marriages. I can see most of the guys always cant wait to book out to be with their wives and kids. Somehow I feel like everyone have moved on and progress in their lives except me. 

 

Exactly my experience and sentiments throughout my ICT cycles.

 

During NS, it was so easy to meet up with your camp mates on weekends and public holidays to have fun, eat, watch movies.

But with ICT, your camp mates will usually be busy with work, or spending time with their wives and kids. So it's very rare to get a chance to meet up outside of camp, unlike during NS.

So the bonds are not strong, and most ICT camp mates won't stay in touch once they out-pro.

 

ICT is a real mental torture for us gay guys, not because of the regimentalism, ironically, but because you are daily confronted with the reality that you are different from the other guys.

[LoveCum]

Mine I had a good time with my commander who was on the verge of divorced...

[Guest Kaypoh]

On 2/18/2022 at 7:05 AM, LoveCum said:

Mine I had a good time with my commander who was on the verge of divorced...

Share your story please

[Guest Guest]

On 2/13/2022 at 6:21 PM, Guest Try and see said:

 

Exactly my experience and sentiments throughout my ICT cycles.

 

During NS, it was so easy to meet up with your camp mates on weekends and public holidays to have fun, eat, watch movies.

But with ICT, your camp mates will usually be busy with work, or spending time with their wives and kids. So it's very rare to get a chance to meet up outside of camp, unlike during NS.

So the bonds are not strong, and most ICT camp mates won't stay in touch once they out-pro.

 

ICT is a real mental torture for us gay guys, not because of the regimentalism, ironically, but because you are daily confronted with the reality that you are different from the other guys.

 

during my last ICT, i have to resort to lying that im married but no kid just to fit in with the group during convo and avoid being the 'odd one out'.

yes, its very stupid to do that - i was thinking why am i doing this? but then again no point being the extra and having to explain why im single etc during the short span of ICT. and im already 35.

luckily, the ICT group is not close, no one really connect via social media (maybe a few of them do) and people dun keep in touch.

everytime during outpro, more than 70% leave the whatsapp group immediately.

im relieved that was my last cycle, cannot imagine having to go ICT after 35, yes it can be a 'mental torture' for some of us.

 

[Guest Try and see]

On 2/18/2022 at 12:19 PM, Guest Guest said:

 

during my last ICT, i have to resort to lying that im married but no kid just to fit in with the group during convo and avoid being the 'odd one out'.

yes, its very stupid to do that - i was thinking why am i doing this? but then again no point being the extra and having to explain why im single etc during the short span of ICT. and im already 35.

luckily, the ICT group is not close, no one really connect via social media (maybe a few of them do) and people dun keep in touch.

everytime during outpro, more than 70% leave the whatsapp group immediately.

im relieved that was my last cycle, cannot imagine having to go ICT after 35, yes it can be a 'mental torture' for some of us.

 

 

Can understand why you would do that, cos if you say that you are single, your campmates will bombard you with questions. 

Anyway, as long as they are not on your social media, they cannot verify your marital status. 

 

Yeah, ICT is totally different from NS in many aspects.

Overall, NS men are more image-conscious and status-conscious. No longer having the relaxed, carefree mood like NSFs. Everyday only talk about career, BTO flat, wife, sending kids for tuition, etc.

Gets very tiresome after a while.

I'd rather dig a trench than hear all that.

 

Glad mine is over too.