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[aftereightme]

1 hour ago, TallAmerican said:

 

For whatever reason I was super horny this morning when I went to the gym (Fitness First in Bugis). After my workout (leg day for me) I was standing at my locker and there was this short Chinese guy next to me.  He had a big muscular ass and some meaty pecs. He looked like he was in his late twenties, but it was hard to tell.  I was in my briefs when he slipped his exercise shorts down, and saw that he was wearing a jockstrap. I immediately got hard, staring at those sexy cheeks. He noticed.  

 

As I followed him into the shower he looked over his shoulder and nodded towards an empty stall. We went in together, dropped our towels and turned on the water.  I groped his chest, pinching his nipples, and squeezed his meaty ass. His ass was hot as fuck!  He used two hands to jerk my big, white cock. Then he bent down a little and started sucking it.  I could feel his tongue playing with my foreskin (I’m uncut) and then using his mouth to really suck hard on the head.  

 

After it was clear that he was an ace at cocksucking (I didn’t feel his teeth and he started getting it pretty deep) I grabbed his head and started fucking his face.  I heard him grunt a little and saliva started running out of his mouth, but soon he was taking all 20 cm like a champ. Nothing is so satisfying as watching a hungry little bitch take my cock. I whispered: “Yeah, take it slut!” And about three minutes later I pushed his nose into my pubes into and felt my shaft swell up, before shooting a monster load down his throat.  

 

I wish I had been able to fuck his ass, because it looked fat, firm and sexy; but the gym isn’t good for that. Also I’m way taller than he is, so we couldn’t do anything standing up.  I got his number though, so I’ll hopefully be pumping that pussy sometime soon.  

You can try on me ...

[GregZy]

On 9/12/2025 at 2:10 PM, CuriousStr8Dad said:

 

I’ll start off by saying I consider myself 100% straight. Yeah, I know, they all say that, right? But, until this occasion, I’ve never looked at a guy as a sexual object. The thought honestly revolted me. 

 

But, in the early 2000s something happened that left me confused and curious to this day. It was my first time in Singapore and I was staying at very famous but old 5 star hotel in the Marina Bay district. I was in town for 2 very busy weeks that kept me working continuously from 9am to 9pm every day - even at weekend. I saw very little of Singapore during that time. Just my hotel room (which had a nice view) and the office I was working in which didn’t. 

 

I was coming to the end of my stay and I was tired and stiff, my body aching. I was of course also pretty horny but I was too tired most evenings to ‘help’ myself out. I had noticed that the hotel had a health Centre that also sent the masseuse to the guest’s bedroom. I decided to try the service out and called down for them to send a masseuse to my room. It was a 5 star hotel so I wasn’t expecting any extras, and the masseuse would probably be an older lady anyway, but of course at the back of my mind, there was a sliver of hope. 

 

A few minutes later, the doorbell to my room rang. Not thinking to check through the peep hole I answered the door with my towel wrapped around me and my heart sank. My masseuse was a young Chinese man. Seeing the look on my face, he apologized, explaining that all the female masseuses were unavailable. He offered to cancel the appointment but I felt quite bad for him. I didn’t really like the idea of a guy touching me but if I insisted on a female it would be obvious I was hoping for extras. 

 

I mentally shrugged and invited him inside. As he walked past me, I couldn’t help noticing how petite he was. I’m no giant myself, being only about 1.7 on a good day, but he was at least 7cm shorter and very lightly built - maybe as little as 48kg. Tiny compared to my 85kg of, ahem, ‘bulk’. He was wearing a thin polo shirt with the health centre logo and shorts - which didn’t seem part of the uniform. I couldn’t help noticing how slim and smooth his legs were - like a girl’s. 

 

Clearly knowing the hotel’s lighting system better than me, he dimmed the room’s lights so that the bed was lit only by a soft, relaxing glow. As I unwrapped my towel and lay face down on the bed, I was glad I had kept my boxer briefs on. I tensed up at first as he applied the lavender scented massage oil and he gently scolded me to relax. I have to say, that after a few minutes, his firm strong stokes relaxed me and i felt tension leaving my body as he kneaded my traps and shoulders. He worked his way slowly down my back and paused when he got to my underwear. 

 

‘Would you mind me removing your pants?’ He asked softly. ‘I’m afraid the oil will stain them.’ I nodded sleepily. The massage was very good. I raised my butt up off the bed allowing him to slip my pants off and then I was fully exposed to him. 

 

The massage continued. He worked on my buttocks (in a none sexual way) and then started on my feet - where I stopped him because the soles of my feet were too sensitive. He giggled and then started working on my tight calves. It was very painful at first but the muscles slowly relaxed under his strong patient fingers. He worked his way slowly up my thighs to my butt again. As he massaged my inner thighs, his fingers would brush against my balls occasionally. A number of times they ‘accidentally’ slid between my cheeks and caressed the perineum, sending tingles through me and I could feel my cock uncoiling like a snake (a 6 inch one) and hardening. 

 

I was shocked. How could a guy be arousing me? I reassured myself it was simply a natural reaction to him touching such a sensitive area. I remembered that as a teenager sitting in a bus, I would become as hard as a rock just from the vibrations running through my seat. This was the same thing, right?

 

To my disappointment (I was surprised how disappointed I was) he moved to my back again, doing that clapping thing that all masseuses do at the end of the back massage. He softly asked me to turn over and as I did, I quickly pulled the towel over to hide my still semi-hard cock, the head of which was glistening with precum. 

 

As he turned towards my legs and started massaging them, his ass was facing me. His shorts were very short indeed and his butt cheeks bulged out below them. I couldn’t help noticing how round and hairless his ass was, like a young girl’s. My hand seemed to rise up of its own accord I had to force myself to stop short of touching him. 

 

His touch became softer as he progressed up my thighs, my towel covering my crotch but keeping my legs and hips exposed. I saw my towel rising higher and higher as my cock became engorged and I stared at his ass wondering what it looked like naked. 

 

With one hand he caressed my inner thighs, brushing against my balls,  and with the other hand he reached back, his fingers running along my stomach to my chest, as plucking gently at my chest hair. Then he gently pulled the towel aside and my cock stood tall, free from the weight of the heavy cotton. 

 

“Do you want me to stop?” He said looking back at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. He really was quite pretty and his tongue played along his lips as he smiled. 

 

“Yes,” I said. “I’m straight. Sorry.” 

 

“That’s obvious,” he laughed. “But you like my touch, right?” And he ran his fingers over my cock which was twitching. “It’s ok. You don’t have to do anything. Let me show you something…” 

 

And then he was licking my shaft softly, his tongue flickering over the head of my cock. I groaned and my hand went up his shorts. He was naked underneath and his ass felt so smooth. I didn’t know what to do of course. But, as his mouth engulfed my cock, I pulled his shorts down. 

 

He stepped out of them, still sucking me and I could take in the full glory of his ass. It was shaped like a young girl’s and entirely hairless. I spread his butt cheeks with both hands and stared. His anus looked so clean and perfect. His balls were also shaved clean. 

 

Then he paused his sucking and removed his shirt. His entire body was hairless and smooth. A little bit of muscle tone but so much smaller than me. Just like a girl, I told myself. His cock was hard too, but small and thin, maybe only 4 inches. Not scary at all. 

 

As he started sucking me again, I played with his ass. He must have pre-lubricated because my finger went in him very easily. He moaned around my cock, his anus gripping my finger as I slid it in and out.  

 

And then he was lying on top of me and suddenly his small hard cock was next to my mouth. I didn’t know what to do but I did my best. I licked his shaft. His balls. His perineum. And finally I took his cock in my mouth. I don’t think my blow job was very good but he seemed to enjoy it. His was amazing. 

 

Abruptly, he raised his head from my cock and said “Have you ever fucked an ass before?” I shook my head. “I want you to fuck me,” he said. “Will you do that?”

 

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse with lust. Before I knew it he was squatting over my cock, his perfect ass facing me, and he slowly lowered himself on to me. I was too driven by lust to think of reaching for the condoms I had packed with me for the trip but never used. 

 

It took some time. My inexperience showed as my cock kept slipping out before it was properly inserted. But he was patient and I gasped as the full length of it went into him. He was so fucking tight and warm! He slid up and down on my cock for a few minutes but as he rocked harder I had visions of my cock accidentally getting ‘broken’. I wanted to control the thrusting. 

 

I got him to lie down on the bed facing me, his legs raised back and slid my cock into his loosened hole. His little cock was rock hard and glistening as I pounded him. He wanted to kiss me but that was a line I could not cross. Instead I licked his nipples as I railed him. 

 

He was so small I picked him up as I fucked him, my hands under his ass and carried him over to the mirror so we could watch ourselves fucking. He loved that. 

 

Finally I got tired and asked him to get into the doggy position. I’ll be honest. I no longer saw him as a guy. He had become in my mind, a fuck toy. I had never fucked an ass before and I was enjoying the sensation immensely. 

 

As I thrust slowly in and out (my preferred rhythm) I could see him working his own cock. He moaned with every hard thrust and then cried out that he was cumming. He shuddered and I could smell his semen spilling onto the white towel on the bed. That put me over the edge and i made one final thrust and emptied myself into his ass. I came and came and it was the best sensation I had ever experienced to date. 

 

When I pulled out, it was so gratifying to see my semen dripping from his hole. I wished I could have taken a photo of it. He giggled then, and used the towel to wipe his ass, worried that my cum would stain the carpet. 

 

Post nut clarity was settling in then and I began to regret what had happened. He cleaned up and put his clothes back on. I turned to get some money from my wallet to tip him and he shook his head. This was pleasure not business. 

 

At the door he hugged me, my hands went to his ass again. He giggled as he felt my cock getting hard again beneath the new towel, I had wrapped myself in. ‘Book me again tomorrow night,’ he whispered and left the room. 

 

Alas, this is where my story ends. The next night was a late session at work and I flew home the day after. I never got his contact details. 

 

I moved to Singapore a few years later with my wife and kids. But I have had no gay encounter since. Straight as I am, I would love to repeat the experience - but no kissing!

 

I had an almost similar experience as you last year but not in SG. Had an in-room massage on my second day and I was kind of embarrasses to turn around due to my hard on cause by his touches around my inner thigh. He then placed a towel to cover my eyes asking me to relax while he continued his massage. I can feel my cock twitching and pre cum oozing out which he commented making me even more embarrasses. I felt either he was experience enough or pushing his luck, he proceeds to gently lick my shaft and judging by my body reactions to his touch to gauge how much I can play. In the end, I had 2 rounds of oral with him. 

As I was there for 5 nights, he was in my room every night after his shift and basically leave our stains at every corner of the room and of course inside him as well. We exchange contact and remain in touch until now. Next month he will be flying in for a short break.... 

[tyan]

On 9/12/2025 at 2:10 PM, CuriousStr8Dad said:

 

I’ll start off by saying I consider myself 100% straight. Yeah, I know, they all say that, right? But, until this occasion, I’ve never looked at a guy as a sexual object. The thought honestly revolted me. 

 

But, in the early 2000s something happened that left me confused and curious to this day. It was my first time in Singapore and I was staying at very famous but old 5 star hotel in the Marina Bay district. I was in town for 2 very busy weeks that kept me working continuously from 9am to 9pm every day - even at weekend. I saw very little of Singapore during that time. Just my hotel room (which had a nice view) and the office I was working in which didn’t. 

 

I was coming to the end of my stay and I was tired and stiff, my body aching. I was of course also pretty horny but I was too tired most evenings to ‘help’ myself out. I had noticed that the hotel had a health Centre that also sent the masseuse to the guest’s bedroom. I decided to try the service out and called down for them to send a masseuse to my room. It was a 5 star hotel so I wasn’t expecting any extras, and the masseuse would probably be an older lady anyway, but of course at the back of my mind, there was a sliver of hope. 

 

A few minutes later, the doorbell to my room rang. Not thinking to check through the peep hole I answered the door with my towel wrapped around me and my heart sank. My masseuse was a young Chinese man. Seeing the look on my face, he apologized, explaining that all the female masseuses were unavailable. He offered to cancel the appointment but I felt quite bad for him. I didn’t really like the idea of a guy touching me but if I insisted on a female it would be obvious I was hoping for extras. 

 

I mentally shrugged and invited him inside. As he walked past me, I couldn’t help noticing how petite he was. I’m no giant myself, being only about 1.7 on a good day, but he was at least 7cm shorter and very lightly built - maybe as little as 48kg. Tiny compared to my 85kg of, ahem, ‘bulk’. He was wearing a thin polo shirt with the health centre logo and shorts - which didn’t seem part of the uniform. I couldn’t help noticing how slim and smooth his legs were - like a girl’s. 

 

Clearly knowing the hotel’s lighting system better than me, he dimmed the room’s lights so that the bed was lit only by a soft, relaxing glow. As I unwrapped my towel and lay face down on the bed, I was glad I had kept my boxer briefs on. I tensed up at first as he applied the lavender scented massage oil and he gently scolded me to relax. I have to say, that after a few minutes, his firm strong stokes relaxed me and i felt tension leaving my body as he kneaded my traps and shoulders. He worked his way slowly down my back and paused when he got to my underwear. 

 

‘Would you mind me removing your pants?’ He asked softly. ‘I’m afraid the oil will stain them.’ I nodded sleepily. The massage was very good. I raised my butt up off the bed allowing him to slip my pants off and then I was fully exposed to him. 

 

The massage continued. He worked on my buttocks (in a none sexual way) and then started on my feet - where I stopped him because the soles of my feet were too sensitive. He giggled and then started working on my tight calves. It was very painful at first but the muscles slowly relaxed under his strong patient fingers. He worked his way slowly up my thighs to my butt again. As he massaged my inner thighs, his fingers would brush against my balls occasionally. A number of times they ‘accidentally’ slid between my cheeks and caressed the perineum, sending tingles through me and I could feel my cock uncoiling like a snake (a 6 inch one) and hardening. 

 

I was shocked. How could a guy be arousing me? I reassured myself it was simply a natural reaction to him touching such a sensitive area. I remembered that as a teenager sitting in a bus, I would become as hard as a rock just from the vibrations running through my seat. This was the same thing, right?

 

To my disappointment (I was surprised how disappointed I was) he moved to my back again, doing that clapping thing that all masseuses do at the end of the back massage. He softly asked me to turn over and as I did, I quickly pulled the towel over to hide my still semi-hard cock, the head of which was glistening with precum. 

 

As he turned towards my legs and started massaging them, his ass was facing me. His shorts were very short indeed and his butt cheeks bulged out below them. I couldn’t help noticing how round and hairless his ass was, like a young girl’s. My hand seemed to rise up of its own accord I had to force myself to stop short of touching him. 

 

His touch became softer as he progressed up my thighs, my towel covering my crotch but keeping my legs and hips exposed. I saw my towel rising higher and higher as my cock became engorged and I stared at his ass wondering what it looked like naked. 

 

With one hand he caressed my inner thighs, brushing against my balls,  and with the other hand he reached back, his fingers running along my stomach to my chest, as plucking gently at my chest hair. Then he gently pulled the towel aside and my cock stood tall, free from the weight of the heavy cotton. 

 

“Do you want me to stop?” He said looking back at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. He really was quite pretty and his tongue played along his lips as he smiled. 

 

“Yes,” I said. “I’m straight. Sorry.” 

 

“That’s obvious,” he laughed. “But you like my touch, right?” And he ran his fingers over my cock which was twitching. “It’s ok. You don’t have to do anything. Let me show you something…” 

 

And then he was licking my shaft softly, his tongue flickering over the head of my cock. I groaned and my hand went up his shorts. He was naked underneath and his ass felt so smooth. I didn’t know what to do of course. But, as his mouth engulfed my cock, I pulled his shorts down. 

 

He stepped out of them, still sucking me and I could take in the full glory of his ass. It was shaped like a young girl’s and entirely hairless. I spread his butt cheeks with both hands and stared. His anus looked so clean and perfect. His balls were also shaved clean. 

 

Then he paused his sucking and removed his shirt. His entire body was hairless and smooth. A little bit of muscle tone but so much smaller than me. Just like a girl, I told myself. His cock was hard too, but small and thin, maybe only 4 inches. Not scary at all. 

 

As he started sucking me again, I played with his ass. He must have pre-lubricated because my finger went in him very easily. He moaned around my cock, his anus gripping my finger as I slid it in and out.  

 

And then he was lying on top of me and suddenly his small hard cock was next to my mouth. I didn’t know what to do but I did my best. I licked his shaft. His balls. His perineum. And finally I took his cock in my mouth. I don’t think my blow job was very good but he seemed to enjoy it. His was amazing. 

 

Abruptly, he raised his head from my cock and said “Have you ever fucked an ass before?” I shook my head. “I want you to fuck me,” he said. “Will you do that?”

 

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse with lust. Before I knew it he was squatting over my cock, his perfect ass facing me, and he slowly lowered himself on to me. I was too driven by lust to think of reaching for the condoms I had packed with me for the trip but never used. 

 

It took some time. My inexperience showed as my cock kept slipping out before it was properly inserted. But he was patient and I gasped as the full length of it went into him. He was so fucking tight and warm! He slid up and down on my cock for a few minutes but as he rocked harder I had visions of my cock accidentally getting ‘broken’. I wanted to control the thrusting. 

 

I got him to lie down on the bed facing me, his legs raised back and slid my cock into his loosened hole. His little cock was rock hard and glistening as I pounded him. He wanted to kiss me but that was a line I could not cross. Instead I licked his nipples as I railed him. 

 

He was so small I picked him up as I fucked him, my hands under his ass and carried him over to the mirror so we could watch ourselves fucking. He loved that. 

 

Finally I got tired and asked him to get into the doggy position. I’ll be honest. I no longer saw him as a guy. He had become in my mind, a fuck toy. I had never fucked an ass before and I was enjoying the sensation immensely. 

 

As I thrust slowly in and out (my preferred rhythm) I could see him working his own cock. He moaned with every hard thrust and then cried out that he was cumming. He shuddered and I could smell his semen spilling onto the white towel on the bed. That put me over the edge and i made one final thrust and emptied myself into his ass. I came and came and it was the best sensation I had ever experienced to date. 

 

When I pulled out, it was so gratifying to see my semen dripping from his hole. I wished I could have taken a photo of it. He giggled then, and used the towel to wipe his ass, worried that my cum would stain the carpet. 

 

Post nut clarity was settling in then and I began to regret what had happened. He cleaned up and put his clothes back on. I turned to get some money from my wallet to tip him and he shook his head. This was pleasure not business. 

 

At the door he hugged me, my hands went to his ass again. He giggled as he felt my cock getting hard again beneath the new towel I had wrapped myself in. ‘Book me again tomorrow night,’ he whispered and left the room. 

 

Alas, this is where my story ends. The next night was a late session at work and I flew home the day after. I never got his contact details. 

 

I moved to Singapore a few years later with my wife and kids. But I have had no gay encounter since. Straight as I am, I would love to repeat the experience - but no kissing!

Did you went back to that hotel & look for that boy again? Maybe he is still working there. 

[masseu]

Officer Cum Dump 2

The cold metal of the cell bars pressed against Gerald’s bruised cheek as he slumped against them, his breath ragged, his body trembling from the aftermath of what the Ah Bengs had done to him. The warehouse was eerily quiet now, save for the distant murmurs of the gang members deciding his fate. Gerald’s mind raced, a chaotic whirl of shame, fear, and something else—something he hated to admit. A twisted flicker of arousal that refused to die, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. His cock, sore and abused, twitched faintly against his thigh, betraying him.

The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridor, growing louder until they stopped just outside his cell. “Oi, Officer Tan,” a voice sneered, thick with mockery. Gerald looked up to see Ah Huat, the leader of the gang, leering at him through the bars. His tattooed arms were crossed, his chest bare, and his cock semi-hard in his low-hanging jeans. Gerald’s stomach churned, but his betraying body responded with a weak throb between his legs.

“Still alive, huh?” Ah Huat unlocked the cell door, the screech of metal on metal making Gerald flinch. “Good. We’ve decided you’re too much fun to sell off. Not yet, anyway.” He stepped inside, his presence filling the small space with menace and something else—something primal that made Gerald’s pulse race.

Gerald tried to speak, to protest, but his voice cracked, dry and weak. “Fuck you,” he managed, though it sounded more like a plea than a defiance. Ah Huat laughed, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down Gerald’s spine.

“Fuck me? Oh no, Officer Tan. You’re the one who’s going to get fucked. Again.” Ah Huat reached down, grabbing Gerald by the hair and yanking him to his knees. Gerald gasped, the pain sharp but not enough to drown out the heat pooling in his groin. Ah Huat’s other hand unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock, already dripping with precum. He smacked it against Gerald’s face, the warm, musky scent filling his nostrils.

“Open up, cocksucker,” Ah Huat growled, pushing the head of his cock against Gerald’s lips. Gerald hesitated, his pride warring with his body’s sickening need. But when Ah Huat tightened his grip on his hair and shoved harder, Gerald’s lips parted, letting the thick, pulsing head slip inside.

“That’s it,” Ah Huat moaned, thrusting deeper, forcing Gerald to take him to the hilt. Gerald gagged, tears welling in his eyes as Ah Huat’s cock stretched his throat, the salty tang of precum coating his tongue. “Fuck, you were born for this, weren’t you? Such a filthy cocksucker.”

Gerald’s hands clenched at his sides, his body trembling as Ah Huat started to fuck his mouth with brutal, relentless strokes. Every thrust made his throat burn, but the shameful part of him—the part that craved this—burned hotter. He moaned around Ah Huat’s cock, the vibrations earning a low groan from the gang leader.

“You love this, don’t you, Officer Tan?” Ah Huat grabbed the back of Gerald’s head, forcing him to take every inch. “You love being degraded, being used like the fucking cum dumpster you are.”

Gerald couldn’t deny it, not with the way his cock was leaking, not with the way his body trembled with need. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around Ah Huat’s shaft, trying to please him, to earn even a shred of praise.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Ah Huat groaned, his thrusts speeding up. “Maybe we’ll keep you around just to suck our cocks every day. What do you think, Gerald? You want to be our personal slut?”

Gerald moaned in response, his hips rocking unconsciously as he sucked and swallowed, desperate for more. “Yes,” he thought, though he’d never say it out loud. “Yes, I want to be your slut.”

Ah Huat’s balls tightened against Gerald’s chin, and he let out a deep, guttural groan as he came, hot ropes of cum shooting down Gerald’s throat. Gerald swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing, leaking precum onto the cold concrete floor.

“Good boy,” Ah Huat panted, pulling out and smearing the last spurts of cum across Gerald’s lips. “You’re a natural at this, Gerald. A fucking natural.”

Before Gerald could respond, the cell door opened again, and two more Ah Bengs stepped inside. One was Ah Beng Ah Keong, a skinny, wiry man with a devilish grin, and the other was Ah Beng Ah Long, a towering brute with muscles that rippled as he moved. Both of them were already hard, their cocks out and ready.

“Our turn,” Ah Keong said, his voice dripping with malice. He grabbed Gerald by the arm, yanking him to his feet and shoving him face-first against the wall. Gerald’s heart pounded, his cock twitching as Ah Keong’s hands groped his ass, spreading his cheeks wide.

“Fuck, look at this hole,” Ah Keong sneered, spitting on Gerald’s exposed entrance. “Still loose from earlier. Bet it’s just begging to be fucked again.”

Gerald’s breath hitched as he felt the cold, wet pressure of Ah Keong’s cock against his hole. He braced himself, but nothing could prepare him for the sharp, brutal thrust that followed. Ah Keong shoved inside him in one rough motion, stretching him wide, making him cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ah Keong groaned, gripping Gerald’s hips as he started to pound into him. “You like that, don’t you, slut? You like being fucked raw?”

Gerald couldn’t answer, his voice stolen by the relentless thrusts that sent shockwaves through his body. His cock bobbed between his legs, dripping precum onto the wall as Ah Keong’s cock rubbed against his prostate with every stroke.

“Your turn,” Ah Keong panted, pulling out and stepping aside. Ah Long took his place, his massive cock making Gerald’s eyes widen in fear and anticipation.

“Fuck,” Gerald whimpered as Ah Long pressed the thick, veiny head against his hole. “It’s too big—”

But Ah Long didn’t care. He shoved inside, stretching Gerald wider than he thought possible, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Gerald screamed, his body trembling as Ah Long’s cock filled him completely, hitting his prostate with unrelenting force.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ah Long growled, gripping Gerald’s hips so hard they’d bruise. “Such a good little slut, taking my cock like this.”

Gerald’s mind went blank, his body consumed by the overwhelming sensations as Ah Long fucked him with deep, powerful strokes. His cock leaked precum, his prostate aching with pleasure as Ah Long’s thick cock pounded into him over and over.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Ah Long groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. He slammed into Gerald one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot cum flooding Gerald’s ass. Gerald moaned, his own cock twitching, untouched and desperate for release.

“Not yet,” Ah Keong said, grabbing Gerald by the hair and pulling him off the wall. “You don’t get to cum until we say so.”

Gerald panted, his body trembling as the two Ah Bengs took turns with him, filling him with their cocks, their cum, their degradation. His mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his body a trembling, oversensitive wreck. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

As the gang members laughed and jeered, Gerald’s voice cracked, barely a whisper. “More… please… more…”

[masseu]

The case of NUS SRC

The college pool echoed with the rhythmic splash of water as Daniel powered through his laps. It was late—well past regular practice hours—and the fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the tiled deck. As the straight-laced swim captain, Daniel thrived on these solo sessions, pushing his lean, muscled body to the limit. At 19, he was all toned abs, broad shoulders, and a perpetual horniness that he usually channeled into late-night jerk sessions thinking about girls from the cheer squad. Tonight, though, the water felt unusually inviting, cooling the heat building in his swim trunks.

Unbeknownst to Daniel, he wasn't alone. Coach Aaron lingered in the shadows near the bleachers, his eyes locked on the young swimmer's form slicing through the pool. Aaron, in his mid-40s, was the epitome of a DILF—salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled jawline from years of coaching and his own workouts, and a body that filled out his polo shirt and track pants just right. Bisexual and unapologetic, Aaron had been eyeing Daniel for months, drawn to the kid's innocent energy and that tight ass flexing with every kick. Tonight, with the pool empty and the door locked behind them, Aaron decided it was time to turn his ogling into action.

Daniel touched the wall and flipped for another lap, oblivious until he surfaced at the shallow end to catch his breath. There stood Coach Aaron, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Koh, burning the midnight oil again? You're gonna wear out that perfect stroke of yours.' Aaron's voice was deep, laced with amusement as he stepped closer, his gaze dropping blatantly to the way Daniel's wet trunks clung to his thighs.

Daniel wiped water from his eyes, surprised but not alarmed—at first. 'Coach? I thought everyone left. Just finishing up some drills.' He hauled himself out of the pool, water streaming down his chest, nipples hardening in the cool air. He grabbed a towel from the bench, rubbing it over his short-cropped hair, trying to ignore the way Aaron's eyes followed every movement.

Aaron chuckled, closing the distance until he was right in Daniel's space. 'Yeah, I saw the lights on. Figured I'd check in. You know, make sure my star captain isn't overdoing it.' His hand landed on Daniel's shoulder, thumb brushing the damp skin there. The touch lingered a beat too long, sending an unexpected spark through Daniel's body. 'Damn, kid, you look good out there. All that power in the water... makes a man wonder what else you're packing.'

Daniel froze, towel mid-swipe. 'Uh, thanks, Coach. But I'm good. Really, you can head out.' He stepped back, heart picking up pace. Aaron was always intense, but this felt off—too close, too... interested. Daniel wasn't into guys; he liked tits and soft curves, not whatever this was. Still, a flush crept up his neck, his cock twitching traitorously in his trunks from the proximity and the coach's commanding presence.

Aaron didn't back off. Instead, he leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'Come on, Daniel. Don't play coy. I've seen how you move, how your body's always so damn tense. Bet you could use some release.' His eyes flicked down to Daniel's crotch, where the outline of his semi-hard dick was starting to show through the wet fabric. Aaron's own arousal stirred, his track pants tenting slightly as he imagined peeling those trunks off.

'No, Coach, seriously—I'm straight. This isn't... I don't swing that way.' Daniel's voice cracked, but he didn't move away fast enough. Aaron's hand slid down his arm, gripping his bicep, feeling the muscle flex under his palm. The rejection only fueled Aaron's desire; he loved the chase, the moment when straight boys cracked.

'Straight, huh? Then why's your dick getting hard for me?' Aaron pressed forward, his body heat radiating against Daniel's. He reached out, bold as hell, and cupped the front of Daniel's trunks, giving a light squeeze that made the younger man gasp. Daniel's cock jumped at the touch, thickening despite his protests. 'Feels like you're lying to yourself, kid. Let me help you out. No one's here. Just you, me, and that big pool to clean up after.'

Daniel shoved Aaron's hand away, cheeks burning. 'Stop! I'm not gay, okay? Get off me.' He turned toward the locker room door, towel clutched like a shield, but his mind raced. Why did that feel so good? His erection throbbed, demanding attention, and Aaron's scent—musky cologne mixed with chlorine—hung in the air, making his head spin.

Aaron grabbed his wrist, pulling him back with surprising strength. 'Whoa, easy. I'm not forcing anything. But think about it, Daniel. You've been eyeing the girls, sure, but I bet you've never had a real man show you what you're missing.' He stepped closer again, free hand trailing down Daniel's abs, fingers dipping just under the waistband of his trunks. 'Let me suck that cock of yours. You'll forget all about pussy for a minute.'

Daniel's breath hitched, body betraying him as pre-cum leaked into his trunks. 'Coach, please... this is wrong.' But his voice lacked conviction, hips involuntarily bucking toward Aaron's touch. The coach's fingers brushed the base of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin, and Daniel bit his lip to stifle a moan.

'Wrong? Feels pretty right to me.' Aaron dropped to his knees right there on the deck, yanking Daniel's trunks down in one swift motion. The captain's cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. Aaron licked his lips, eyes hungry. 'Fuck, look at this. So hard for your coach.' Without waiting, he leaned in and wrapped his mouth around the head, tongue swirling over the slit to lap up the pre-cum.

Daniel's hands fisted in Aaron's hair, intending to push him away, but they ended up holding him there. 'Oh shit... Coach, no—ah!' The wet heat of Aaron's mouth engulfed him, sucking deep, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed. Daniel's knees buckled, the thrill of the forbidden act shooting straight to his balls. He was straight, damn it, but this blowjob was better than any girl's fumbling attempts—skilled, insistent, Aaron's throat relaxing to take him all the way.

Aaron hummed around the shaft, vibrations making Daniel thrust forward. He pulled off with a pop, stroking the slick length. 'Taste so good, kid. Admit it—you want this. Want me to fuck your mouth, your ass, make you cum like never before.' He dove back in, sucking harder, one hand fondling Daniel's balls, rolling them gently.

'I... I can't... but don't stop,' Daniel groaned, resolve crumbling. The rejection melted into desperation as pleasure overrode his doubts. He started fucking Aaron's face, hips snapping, water from his hair dripping onto the coach's shoulders.

Aaron grinned up at him, pulling back to stand. 'That's my boy. Now, turn around. Bend over that bench.' He stripped off his polo, revealing a hairy chest and defined pecs, then shoved down his pants. His cock was thick, uncut, curving up with a bead of pre-cum at the tip—bigger than Daniel's, intimidating yet alluring.

Daniel hesitated, glancing at the door, but the ache in his ass—wait, ass?—made him comply. He bent over the bench, trunks around his ankles, ass cheeks spread slightly from the position. 'Just... be gentle, Coach. I've never—'

'Never had a cock up your virgin hole? Don't worry, I'll open you up.' Aaron spat into his palm, slicking his fingers before pressing one against Daniel's tight pucker. He circled the rim, then pushed in slow, crooking to hit that spot that made Daniel yelp and clench.

'Fuck, that's tight. Relax, kid.' Aaron worked him open, adding a second finger, scissoring them while jerking Daniel's cock with his other hand. The dual assault had Daniel moaning, pushing back onto the fingers, his straight identity fracturing under the onslaught of sensation.

'Please, Coach... need more,' Daniel begged, voice wrecked. The thrill of surrender coursed through him, heart pounding as Aaron withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock.

Aaron gripped Daniel's hips, thrusting in with a grunt. The head breached the ring of muscle, inching deeper until he bottomed out, balls slapping against Daniel's. 'Take it all, captain. Feel that dick stretching you?'

Daniel cried out, pain mixing with ecstasy as Aaron started pounding, each thrust hitting his prostate dead-on. 'Yes! Harder—fuck me, Coach!' He braced against the bench, ass jiggling with every slam, cock leaking onto the deck.

Aaron reached around, fisting Daniel's dick in time with his thrusts. 'Gonna make you cum on my cock. Then fill this ass with my load.' Sweat slicked their bodies, the pool's echo amplifying their grunts and the wet slap of skin.

The pace quickened, Aaron's hips snapping brutally, driving Daniel wild. 'I'm close—oh god, Coach!' Daniel's orgasm hit like a wave, cum spurting in thick ropes over Aaron's hand and the bench.

Aaron followed seconds later, burying deep and unloading, hot seed flooding Daniel's insides. He collapsed over the younger man, both panting, cocks softening as reality seeped back in.

'Not so straight now, huh?' Aaron murmured, kissing Daniel's neck.

Daniel, spent and sated, just nodded. 'Maybe not... with you.' The late-night pool held their secret, the water still lapping quietly as they caught their breath.

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[fetish69]

On 9/30/2023 at 6:24 AM, Brownboysea said:

Lucky you! Wish it happens to me too. I’d go wild 

Not surprised his father first encounter with the son. I had similar experience with it just not father and son is sibling.

[Kimochi]

20 hours ago, masseu said:

The case of NUS SRC

The college pool echoed with the rhythmic splash of water as Daniel powered through his laps. It was late—well past regular practice hours—and the fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the tiled deck. As the straight-laced swim captain, Daniel thrived on these solo sessions, pushing his lean, muscled body to the limit. At 19, he was all toned abs, broad shoulders, and a perpetual horniness that he usually channeled into late-night jerk sessions thinking about girls from the cheer squad. Tonight, though, the water felt unusually inviting, cooling the heat building in his swim trunks.

Unbeknownst to Daniel, he wasn't alone. Coach Aaron lingered in the shadows near the bleachers, his eyes locked on the young swimmer's form slicing through the pool. Aaron, in his mid-40s, was the epitome of a DILF—salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled jawline from years of coaching and his own workouts, and a body that filled out his polo shirt and track pants just right. Bisexual and unapologetic, Aaron had been eyeing Daniel for months, drawn to the kid's innocent energy and that tight ass flexing with every kick. Tonight, with the pool empty and the door locked behind them, Aaron decided it was time to turn his ogling into action.

Daniel touched the wall and flipped for another lap, oblivious until he surfaced at the shallow end to catch his breath. There stood Coach Aaron, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Koh, burning the midnight oil again? You're gonna wear out that perfect stroke of yours.' Aaron's voice was deep, laced with amusement as he stepped closer, his gaze dropping blatantly to the way Daniel's wet trunks clung to his thighs.

Daniel wiped water from his eyes, surprised but not alarmed—at first. 'Coach? I thought everyone left. Just finishing up some drills.' He hauled himself out of the pool, water streaming down his chest, nipples hardening in the cool air. He grabbed a towel from the bench, rubbing it over his short-cropped hair, trying to ignore the way Aaron's eyes followed every movement.

Aaron chuckled, closing the distance until he was right in Daniel's space. 'Yeah, I saw the lights on. Figured I'd check in. You know, make sure my star captain isn't overdoing it.' His hand landed on Daniel's shoulder, thumb brushing the damp skin there. The touch lingered a beat too long, sending an unexpected spark through Daniel's body. 'Damn, kid, you look good out there. All that power in the water... makes a man wonder what else you're packing.'

Daniel froze, towel mid-swipe. 'Uh, thanks, Coach. But I'm good. Really, you can head out.' He stepped back, heart picking up pace. Aaron was always intense, but this felt off—too close, too... interested. Daniel wasn't into guys; he liked tits and soft curves, not whatever this was. Still, a flush crept up his neck, his cock twitching traitorously in his trunks from the proximity and the coach's commanding presence.

Aaron didn't back off. Instead, he leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'Come on, Daniel. Don't play coy. I've seen how you move, how your body's always so damn tense. Bet you could use some release.' His eyes flicked down to Daniel's crotch, where the outline of his semi-hard dick was starting to show through the wet fabric. Aaron's own arousal stirred, his track pants tenting slightly as he imagined peeling those trunks off.

'No, Coach, seriously—I'm straight. This isn't... I don't swing that way.' Daniel's voice cracked, but he didn't move away fast enough. Aaron's hand slid down his arm, gripping his bicep, feeling the muscle flex under his palm. The rejection only fueled Aaron's desire; he loved the chase, the moment when straight boys cracked.

'Straight, huh? Then why's your dick getting hard for me?' Aaron pressed forward, his body heat radiating against Daniel's. He reached out, bold as hell, and cupped the front of Daniel's trunks, giving a light squeeze that made the younger man gasp. Daniel's cock jumped at the touch, thickening despite his protests. 'Feels like you're lying to yourself, kid. Let me help you out. No one's here. Just you, me, and that big pool to clean up after.'

Daniel shoved Aaron's hand away, cheeks burning. 'Stop! I'm not gay, okay? Get off me.' He turned toward the locker room door, towel clutched like a shield, but his mind raced. Why did that feel so good? His erection throbbed, demanding attention, and Aaron's scent—musky cologne mixed with chlorine—hung in the air, making his head spin.

Aaron grabbed his wrist, pulling him back with surprising strength. 'Whoa, easy. I'm not forcing anything. But think about it, Daniel. You've been eyeing the girls, sure, but I bet you've never had a real man show you what you're missing.' He stepped closer again, free hand trailing down Daniel's abs, fingers dipping just under the waistband of his trunks. 'Let me suck that cock of yours. You'll forget all about pussy for a minute.'

Daniel's breath hitched, body betraying him as pre-cum leaked into his trunks. 'Coach, please... this is wrong.' But his voice lacked conviction, hips involuntarily bucking toward Aaron's touch. The coach's fingers brushed the base of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin, and Daniel bit his lip to stifle a moan.

'Wrong? Feels pretty right to me.' Aaron dropped to his knees right there on the deck, yanking Daniel's trunks down in one swift motion. The captain's cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. Aaron licked his lips, eyes hungry. 'Fuck, look at this. So hard for your coach.' Without waiting, he leaned in and wrapped his mouth around the head, tongue swirling over the slit to lap up the pre-cum.

Daniel's hands fisted in Aaron's hair, intending to push him away, but they ended up holding him there. 'Oh shit... Coach, no—ah!' The wet heat of Aaron's mouth engulfed him, sucking deep, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed. Daniel's knees buckled, the thrill of the forbidden act shooting straight to his balls. He was straight, damn it, but this blowjob was better than any girl's fumbling attempts—skilled, insistent, Aaron's throat relaxing to take him all the way.

Aaron hummed around the shaft, vibrations making Daniel thrust forward. He pulled off with a pop, stroking the slick length. 'Taste so good, kid. Admit it—you want this. Want me to fuck your mouth, your ass, make you cum like never before.' He dove back in, sucking harder, one hand fondling Daniel's balls, rolling them gently.

'I... I can't... but don't stop,' Daniel groaned, resolve crumbling. The rejection melted into desperation as pleasure overrode his doubts. He started fucking Aaron's face, hips snapping, water from his hair dripping onto the coach's shoulders.

Aaron grinned up at him, pulling back to stand. 'That's my boy. Now, turn around. Bend over that bench.' He stripped off his polo, revealing a hairy chest and defined pecs, then shoved down his pants. His cock was thick, uncut, curving up with a bead of pre-cum at the tip—bigger than Daniel's, intimidating yet alluring.

Daniel hesitated, glancing at the door, but the ache in his ass—wait, ass?—made him comply. He bent over the bench, trunks around his ankles, ass cheeks spread slightly from the position. 'Just... be gentle, Coach. I've never—'

'Never had a cock up your virgin hole? Don't worry, I'll open you up.' Aaron spat into his palm, slicking his fingers before pressing one against Daniel's tight pucker. He circled the rim, then pushed in slow, crooking to hit that spot that made Daniel yelp and clench.

'Fuck, that's tight. Relax, kid.' Aaron worked him open, adding a second finger, scissoring them while jerking Daniel's cock with his other hand. The dual assault had Daniel moaning, pushing back onto the fingers, his straight identity fracturing under the onslaught of sensation.

'Please, Coach... need more,' Daniel begged, voice wrecked. The thrill of surrender coursed through him, heart pounding as Aaron withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock.

Aaron gripped Daniel's hips, thrusting in with a grunt. The head breached the ring of muscle, inching deeper until he bottomed out, balls slapping against Daniel's. 'Take it all, captain. Feel that dick stretching you?'

Daniel cried out, pain mixing with ecstasy as Aaron started pounding, each thrust hitting his prostate dead-on. 'Yes! Harder—fuck me, Coach!' He braced against the bench, ass jiggling with every slam, cock leaking onto the deck.

Aaron reached around, fisting Daniel's dick in time with his thrusts. 'Gonna make you cum on my cock. Then fill this ass with my load.' Sweat slicked their bodies, the pool's echo amplifying their grunts and the wet slap of skin.

The pace quickened, Aaron's hips snapping brutally, driving Daniel wild. 'I'm close—oh god, Coach!' Daniel's orgasm hit like a wave, cum spurting in thick ropes over Aaron's hand and the bench.

Aaron followed seconds later, burying deep and unloading, hot seed flooding Daniel's insides. He collapsed over the younger man, both panting, cocks softening as reality seeped back in.

'Not so straight now, huh?' Aaron murmured, kissing Daniel's neck.

Daniel, spent and sated, just nodded. 'Maybe not... with you.' The late-night pool held their secret, the water still lapping quietly as they caught their breath.

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Real or story??

[sensnip]

On 11/5/2025 at 11:45 PM, masseu said:

Officer Cum Dump 2

The cold metal of the cell bars pressed against Gerald’s bruised cheek as he slumped against them, his breath ragged, his body trembling from the aftermath of what the Ah Bengs had done to him. The warehouse was eerily quiet now, save for the distant murmurs of the gang members deciding his fate. Gerald’s mind raced, a chaotic whirl of shame, fear, and something else—something he hated to admit. A twisted flicker of arousal that refused to die, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. His cock, sore and abused, twitched faintly against his thigh, betraying him.

The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridor, growing louder until they stopped just outside his cell. “Oi, Officer Tan,” a voice sneered, thick with mockery. Gerald looked up to see Ah Huat, the leader of the gang, leering at him through the bars. His tattooed arms were crossed, his chest bare, and his cock semi-hard in his low-hanging jeans. Gerald’s stomach churned, but his betraying body responded with a weak throb between his legs.

“Still alive, huh?” Ah Huat unlocked the cell door, the screech of metal on metal making Gerald flinch. “Good. We’ve decided you’re too much fun to sell off. Not yet, anyway.” He stepped inside, his presence filling the small space with menace and something else—something primal that made Gerald’s pulse race.

Gerald tried to speak, to protest, but his voice cracked, dry and weak. “Fuck you,” he managed, though it sounded more like a plea than a defiance. Ah Huat laughed, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down Gerald’s spine.

“Fuck me? Oh no, Officer Tan. You’re the one who’s going to get fucked. Again.” Ah Huat reached down, grabbing Gerald by the hair and yanking him to his knees. Gerald gasped, the pain sharp but not enough to drown out the heat pooling in his groin. Ah Huat’s other hand unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock, already dripping with precum. He smacked it against Gerald’s face, the warm, musky scent filling his nostrils.

“Open up, cocksucker,” Ah Huat growled, pushing the head of his cock against Gerald’s lips. Gerald hesitated, his pride warring with his body’s sickening need. But when Ah Huat tightened his grip on his hair and shoved harder, Gerald’s lips parted, letting the thick, pulsing head slip inside.

“That’s it,” Ah Huat moaned, thrusting deeper, forcing Gerald to take him to the hilt. Gerald gagged, tears welling in his eyes as Ah Huat’s cock stretched his throat, the salty tang of precum coating his tongue. “Fuck, you were born for this, weren’t you? Such a filthy cocksucker.”

Gerald’s hands clenched at his sides, his body trembling as Ah Huat started to fuck his mouth with brutal, relentless strokes. Every thrust made his throat burn, but the shameful part of him—the part that craved this—burned hotter. He moaned around Ah Huat’s cock, the vibrations earning a low groan from the gang leader.

“You love this, don’t you, Officer Tan?” Ah Huat grabbed the back of Gerald’s head, forcing him to take every inch. “You love being degraded, being used like the fucking cum dumpster you are.”

Gerald couldn’t deny it, not with the way his cock was leaking, not with the way his body trembled with need. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around Ah Huat’s shaft, trying to please him, to earn even a shred of praise.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Ah Huat groaned, his thrusts speeding up. “Maybe we’ll keep you around just to suck our cocks every day. What do you think, Gerald? You want to be our personal slut?”

Gerald moaned in response, his hips rocking unconsciously as he sucked and swallowed, desperate for more. “Yes,” he thought, though he’d never say it out loud. “Yes, I want to be your slut.”

Ah Huat’s balls tightened against Gerald’s chin, and he let out a deep, guttural groan as he came, hot ropes of cum shooting down Gerald’s throat. Gerald swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing, leaking precum onto the cold concrete floor.

“Good boy,” Ah Huat panted, pulling out and smearing the last spurts of cum across Gerald’s lips. “You’re a natural at this, Gerald. A fucking natural.”

Before Gerald could respond, the cell door opened again, and two more Ah Bengs stepped inside. One was Ah Beng Ah Keong, a skinny, wiry man with a devilish grin, and the other was Ah Beng Ah Long, a towering brute with muscles that rippled as he moved. Both of them were already hard, their cocks out and ready.

“Our turn,” Ah Keong said, his voice dripping with malice. He grabbed Gerald by the arm, yanking him to his feet and shoving him face-first against the wall. Gerald’s heart pounded, his cock twitching as Ah Keong’s hands groped his ass, spreading his cheeks wide.

“Fuck, look at this hole,” Ah Keong sneered, spitting on Gerald’s exposed entrance. “Still loose from earlier. Bet it’s just begging to be fucked again.”

Gerald’s breath hitched as he felt the cold, wet pressure of Ah Keong’s cock against his hole. He braced himself, but nothing could prepare him for the sharp, brutal thrust that followed. Ah Keong shoved inside him in one rough motion, stretching him wide, making him cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ah Keong groaned, gripping Gerald’s hips as he started to pound into him. “You like that, don’t you, slut? You like being fucked raw?”

Gerald couldn’t answer, his voice stolen by the relentless thrusts that sent shockwaves through his body. His cock bobbed between his legs, dripping precum onto the wall as Ah Keong’s cock rubbed against his prostate with every stroke.

“Your turn,” Ah Keong panted, pulling out and stepping aside. Ah Long took his place, his massive cock making Gerald’s eyes widen in fear and anticipation.

“Fuck,” Gerald whimpered as Ah Long pressed the thick, veiny head against his hole. “It’s too big—”

But Ah Long didn’t care. He shoved inside, stretching Gerald wider than he thought possible, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Gerald screamed, his body trembling as Ah Long’s cock filled him completely, hitting his prostate with unrelenting force.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ah Long growled, gripping Gerald’s hips so hard they’d bruise. “Such a good little slut, taking my cock like this.”

Gerald’s mind went blank, his body consumed by the overwhelming sensations as Ah Long fucked him with deep, powerful strokes. His cock leaked precum, his prostate aching with pleasure as Ah Long’s thick cock pounded into him over and over.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Ah Long groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. He slammed into Gerald one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot cum flooding Gerald’s ass. Gerald moaned, his own cock twitching, untouched and desperate for release.

“Not yet,” Ah Keong said, grabbing Gerald by the hair and pulling him off the wall. “You don’t get to cum until we say so.”

Gerald panted, his body trembling as the two Ah Bengs took turns with him, filling him with their cocks, their cum, their degradation. His mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his body a trembling, oversensitive wreck. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

As the gang members laughed and jeered, Gerald’s voice cracked, barely a whisper. “More… please… more…”

Thank you for your erotic stories on the Officer cum dump. Really enjoyed reading them because it’s my secret fantasy to be like Officer Gerald in your story, caught by a group of guys to be stripped naked and my whole naked body being used and played by all of them as their sex toy any way as they wish; forcing me to do things that I usually don’t enjoy doing, like sucking them and being gang raped repeatedly until my hole overflows and dripping with all their cum that they pump into my hole. 

[kimlo777]

Just returned from a 2-week vacation in Taiwan.  Had a weird experience in Shangri-la Hotel in Tainan.  While the others in the group went shopping (I am not much of a shopper), I stayed behind in the hotel room.  Then the phone rang and the caller at the other end said that my scheduled massage is due in half an hour.  I politely replied that I did not make any appointment then he apologised that he must have called the wrong room.  Anyway, I asked him for the rates and whether I he could arrange one for me and requested for a masseur.  He said he needed to check and will call me back as there are only massueuse at the health club at the moment.  About 15 minutes later he called me back to say he managed to get an outcall masseur but it cost 10% more than their published rates since he was not a health club employee.  I agreed and at the appointed time, I made my presence at the health club.  I was led to a private room with an attached bathroom.  

 

Soon a very handsome Taiwanese guy who  looked to be in his 20s, entered the room and introduced himself in Mandarin.  I asked if he could speak English and he answered in Hokkien which I was familiar with.  Our conversation continued in Hokkien.  He asked if I would like to take a shower and when I said I would like to, he immediately help to undress me.  Then he showed me the door to the attached bathroom. 

 

While I was testing the temperature of the water, the door opened and in walked my masseur completely in the nude.  He took the shower head from my hand and began to spray water all  over me and began to massage my body with the fragrant body shampoo.  He washed my ass very thoroughly, slipping his finger into my manhole several times.  Then he proceeded to wash my groin area and paid special attention to my dick which was by then half erect. After washing down all the suds from my body, he began to soap his own body.  I helped by rubbing his back, bums and of course his dick which was still soft.  I rolled back his foreskin and washed him to ensure he is all clean and ready for my mouth.  After that he dried my body and led me back to the room, instructing me to lie prone on the massage bed.

 

To cut a long story short, the massage lasted only about 30mins and the rest of the time was spent with our naked bodies pressed hard against each other, me sucking his 8-inch dick while he licked my man-cunt in a 69 position.  For the last 15 mins of the session, he had his enormous cock sliding in and out of my manhole until  he deposited a large amount of man juice up my guts.

[Josephe]

On 11/20/2025 at 3:27 PM, kimlo777 said:

Just returned from a 2-week vacation in Taiwan.  Had a weird experience in Shangri-la Hotel in Tainan.  While the others in the group went shopping (I am not much of a shopper), I stayed behind in the hotel room.  Then the phone rang and the caller at the other end said that my scheduled massage is due in half an hour.  I politely replied that I did not make any appointment then he apologised that he must have called the wrong room.  Anyway, I asked him for the rates and whether I he could arrange one for me and requested for a masseur.  He said he needed to check and will call me back as there are only massueuse at the health club at the moment.  About 15 minutes later he called me back to say he managed to get an outcall masseur but it cost 10% more than their published rates since he was not a health club employee.  I agreed and at the appointed time, I made my presence at the health club.  I was led to a private room with an attached bathroom.  

 

Soon a very handsome Taiwanese guy who  looked to be in his 20s, entered the room and introduced himself in Mandarin.  I asked if he could speak English and he answered in Hokkien which I was familiar with.  Our conversation continued in Hokkien.  He asked if I would like to take a shower and when I said I would like to, he immediately help to undress me.  Then he showed me the door to the attached bathroom. 

 

While I was testing the temperature of the water, the door opened and in walked my masseur completely in the nude.  He took the shower head from my hand and began to spray water all  over me and began to massage my body with the fragrant body shampoo.  He washed my ass very thoroughly, slipping his finger into my manhole several times.  Then he proceeded to wash my groin area and paid special attention to my dick which was by then half erect. After washing down all the suds from my body, he began to soap his own body.  I helped by rubbing his back, bums and of course his dick which was still soft.  I rolled back his foreskin and washed him to ensure he is all clean and ready for my mouth.  After that he dried my body and led me back to the room, instructing me to lie prone on the massage bed.

 

To cut a long story short, the massage lasted only about 30mins and the rest of the time was spent with our naked bodies pressed hard against each other, me sucking his 8-inch dick while he licked my man-cunt in a 69 position.  For the last 15 mins of the session, he had his enormous cock sliding in and out of my manhole until  he deposited a large amount of man juice up my guts.

Wonderful stories! Your WordPress is not available anymore. Please share with us where can we read your amazing stories. Cheers! 

[masseu]

Blackmailed by Desire

Inspector Mike Chan slumped into his worn leather chair after another grueling shift at the precinct. The city lights flickered through the blinds of his small apartment, casting shadows over the untouched wedding photo on the desk. His wife, Shirley, was six months pregnant now, her belly swelling with their first child. She was beautiful, radiant even, but the doctor's orders had been clear: no sex until after the baby. It had been months since he'd felt her warmth, her tight pussy gripping his cock as he thrust deep. Mike's hand absentmindedly adjusted the growing bulge in his uniform pants. He was rock hard just thinking about it, his balls aching from the pent-up frustration.

He fired up his laptop, telling himself it was just to unwind with some news. But loneliness gnawed at him. On a whim, he logged into a discreet chat site he'd heard about from a colleague—anonymous, no strings. His username: LoneCop87. He scrolled through profiles, his cock twitching at the sight of sultry avatars promising dirty fun.

A message popped up almost immediately: 'Hey handsome, saw your pic. You look like you need some relief. I'm Mia, 22, bored and wet. What about you?' Attached was a photo of a young woman in lingerie, her full breasts spilling out, nipples hard against the lace. Mike's heart raced. He typed back quickly: 'Yeah, rough day. Could use some company.'

The chat heated up fast. Mia described how she was touching herself, fingers circling her clit, imagining his thick cop cock sliding into her. Mike's pants tightened painfully. He unzipped, pulling out his throbbing shaft, already leaking pre-cum. 'Show me,' she demanded. He hesitated, then angled the webcam lower, stroking slowly as she cooed approvals. 'That's it, stroke that big dick for me. Imagine fucking my tight little pussy.' Her words pushed him over the edge. He pumped faster, grunting as ropes of hot cum shot across his desk. Breathless, he wiped up, feeling a mix of shame and satisfaction.

But the messages didn't stop. The next night, after Shirley had gone to bed with a tired kiss on his cheek, Mike logged in again. Mia was waiting. 'Missed you, stud. Tonight, I want more. Edge for me—don't cum until I say.' He obeyed, his hand gliding up and down his veiny cock, balls tightening as she teased him with voice clips of her moaning. The thrill of the unknown fueled him. He lasted longer this time, his body slick with sweat, until she finally commanded, 'Cum now, flood that screen for your dirty girl.' He exploded, cum splattering his keyboard.

This became routine. Every night, after patrols and paperwork, Mike would sneak to his office corner, cock in hand, performing for Mia. She escalated: 'Put on those tight briefs I like, then rip them off.' Or 'Lube up and finger your ass a little—bet that virgin hole is tight.' He resisted at first, but the anonymity made it easy to give in. One night, she sent a package—anonymous, no return address. Inside: a vibrating plug and lube. 'Use it while you jerk,' her message read. Mike's face burned, but his cock betrayed him, hardening at the taboo. He lubed the toy, easing it into his ass as he stroked. The vibrations hummed against his prostate, making his orgasm crash like a wave, cum erupting in thick spurts.

A week in, the dynamic shifted. After a particularly intense session where he'd begged on cam to cum while the plug buzzed inside him, Mia's response was a video call request. Mike accepted, expecting her pretty face. Instead, the screen filled with four grinning young men, all in their early twenties, lounging in a dingy warehouse. Recognition hit like a punch— these were the punks he'd busted last month for street racing and vandalism. Leader was Jax, with his spiked hair and tattoos; beside him, slim Kai, burly Rocco, and smirking Leo.

'What the fuck?' Mike stammered, yanking his pants up, the plug still lodged in his ass.

Jax laughed, holding up a tablet streaming Mike's archived sessions. 'Surprise, Inspector Dickhead. We've got hours of you whacking off like a desperate perv. That ass play? Gold.'

'How— you catfished me?' Mike's voice cracked, horror mixing with the lingering buzz in his body.

'Yeah, and it's hilarious,' Kai chimed in, zooming in on a clip of Mike moaning. 'Thought you'd get some fake pussy, but we get the real show. Now, listen up: you do what we say, every night, or these vids go to your precinct, your wife, hell, the whole department. Imagine Shirley seeing her big strong hubby plugging his hole.'

Rocco leaned in, grinning. 'Starts simple. Tomorrow night, same time. Wear your uniform. Jerk off while calling us 'sir.' And smile for the camera.'

Mike's stomach churned. 'You little shits, I'll arrest you all over again.'

Leo snorted. 'Try it. We hid our tracks, but your face? Crystal clear. Be a good boy, or else.' The call ended, leaving Mike staring at the black screen, his cock shamefully twitching at the threat.

The next evening, after tucking Shirley in with excuses about overtime, Mike set up the laptop in his office. His uniform felt constricting, badges mocking him. The call connected, the punks' faces lighting up the screen.

'Looking sharp, officer,' Jax drawled. 'Unzip and show us that cock. Say, 'Hello sirs, ready to please.''

Mike's hands shook as he complied, his semi-hard dick springing free. 'Hello... sirs. Ready to please.' The words tasted like ash, but saying them sent a forbidden thrill through him.

'Good start,' Kai said. 'Stroke it slow. Tell us how bad you want to cum for your masters.'

As Mike pumped his fist along his thickening shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip, he muttered, 'I... I want to cum for you, sirs. So fucking bad.' The humiliation burned, but his body responded, hips bucking slightly.

Rocco barked, 'Faster now. Imagine us watching you in person, making you our bitch.' Leo added, 'Bet your pregnant wife's pussy is off-limits, huh? Poor horndog.' They laughed as Mike's strokes quickened, his balls slapping against his thigh. 'Gonna cum—' he gasped.

'Hold it!' Jax commanded. 'Edge three times, then beg.' Mike obeyed, bringing himself to the brink over and over, veins pulsing in his cock, sweat dripping down his chest. Finally, 'Please, sirs, let me cum. I'll do anything.'

'Cum like the slut cop you are,' Jax said. Mike roared, semen jetting out in powerful arcs, splattering his uniform shirt.

The nights blurred into a kinky nightmare. The punks got creative, their demands growing bolder. One evening, they made him strip fully, uniform in a pile, and hump a pillow while chanting, 'I'm a cock-hungry pig.' His ass clenched around nothing, craving the plug they'd made him buy.

'Insert it now,' Leo ordered during the call. 'Lube that hole and fuck yourself while you stroke.' Mike knelt on the floor, camera angled to capture everything, slicking the toy before pushing it in. The stretch made him groan, prostate igniting sparks of pleasure. 'That's right, ride it like you mean it,' Kai taunted. Mike rocked back, the plug grinding deep, his free hand flying over his cock. 'Look at him go,' Rocco chuckled. 'Bet he wishes it was one of our dicks.'

Dialogue flew thick and filthy. 'Tell us what you'd do if we broke in,' Jax probed one night, as Mike deep-throated a dildo they'd instructed him to get. Gagging slightly, he pulled off to rasp, 'I'd... suck you all off, sirs. Swallow every drop.' The punks whooped, Jax adding, 'Damn, he's breaking. Deeper, pig.' Mike forced more in, saliva dripping down his chin, his cock untouched but leaking steadily.

Escalation hit when they demanded public risk. 'Jerk in your patrol car, engine running, lights off,' Rocco texted before a shift. Mike parked in a dark alley, heart pounding as he freed his erection. The call connected via phone. 'Stroke for us, officer. Honk if you're close.' His fist blurred, the danger heightening everything. A car passed nearby, and he froze, but the adrenaline pushed him harder. 'Honk!' Jax yelled. The blare echoed as Mike came, cum soaking his pants.

At home, tension built. Shirley noticed his distance, the late nights. 'Everything okay, honey?' she'd ask, rubbing her belly. Mike would nod, guilt twisting as he slipped away to perform.

The punks reveled in his degradation. One marathon session: they had him tie his balls with a shoelace, the pressure making every tug exquisite torture. 'Tug and beg for release,' Leo said. Mike whined, 'Please, sirs, untie me so I can cum properly.' Instead, they made him edge with the binds, his sack turning purple. When he finally burst free, orgasm ripped through him, cum spraying wildly as he collapsed, panting.

Jax's voice turned darker one night. 'We're not done, cop. Tomorrow, bring lube and that dildo. We're gonna make you our full-time fucktoy.' Mike's resistance crumbled under the weight of exposure. As he lubed the dildo, sliding it into his ass while jerking, he whispered, 'Yes, sirs,' the thrill of submission overtaking fear.

The gang's taunts grew personal. 'Think of your wife watching this,' Kai sneered during a session where Mike was on all fours, plug vibrating max, cock dangling hard. 'She'd see what a needy slut you are.' Mike thrust back onto the toy, moaning, 'Don't... but fuck, it feels good.'

They introduced roleplay: 'Pretend you're arresting us, but we turn the tables.' Mike cuffed his own wrists loosely, reciting Miranda rights before 'confessing' his urges. 'I need to be punished, sirs. Fuck my face with this.' He rammed the dildo down his throat, gagging obscenely for their amusement.

Nights stretched into hours of torment and ecstasy. One epic demand: nipple clamps from an online order, tightened as he rode the dildo reverse-cowgirl style on cam. Pain shot through his chest, mixing with prostate pleasure. 'Scream our names when you cum,' Rocco ordered. Mike did, howling 'Jax! Kai! Rocco! Leo!' as semen pulsed from his untouched cock, the clamps yanking with each spasm.

The blackmail deepened his addiction. Mike found himself anticipating the calls, his cock hardening at the first ping. The punks sensed it. 'Look at him, eager little bitch,' Leo laughed. 'Admit it—you love being our toy.' Gasping around the dildo, Mike nodded. 'Yes... love it, sirs.'

As weeks passed, the acts pushed boundaries. They made him wear women's panties under his uniform, the lace rubbing his shaft all day. At night, he'd model them, tearing the crotch open to fuck himself. 'Strut like a whore,' Jax commanded. Mike paraded, ass cheeks flexing, before dropping to finger his hole.

Public play intensified: edging in a park bathroom, sending pics mid-stroke. 'Almost caught?' Kai asked. 'Yeah, door rattled—fucking terrifying,' Mike admitted, cumming into the sink.

Shirley's due date loomed, her suspicions growing. But Mike couldn't stop. The punks owned him now, their nightly shows a ritual of filthy commands and explosive releases.

In a climactic session, they synced vibrators: plug in ass, ring on cock, remote-controlled by them. 'Dance for us,' Rocco said. Mike writhed, toys buzzing erratically, his body a puppet. 'Beg to cum,' Jax purred. 'Please, masters, let your cop slut explode!' They amped it up, and Mike shattered, cum fountaining as he collapsed, utterly spent. The gang's laughter echoed. 'Good boy. See you tomorrow.' Mike lay there, cum cooling on his skin, trapped in their web of erotic control, craving the next descent.

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[masseu]

Boring Army Life?

I am in my early 20s, just enlisted to national service.

As I am the lazy type, hence did not work hard to be selected as Officer or Specialist, just a happy-go-lucky type of boy. But I do like to look at manly Officer in their authoritative uniform .  After 4 months of basic military training, I was posted to Commandos unit. Haha… I am not that good as real commandos. As my dad is a medical specialist, he managed to “help” me with a medical reason and as such I was posted to Commandos unit as a storeman.

I was initially excited as there will be many manly Commandos to watch, but soon I also realised the officers and people there are quite demanding and like to scold people too. As such I quickly get tired of the environment and drag my feet to the Store room daily.

One night while I was ordered to clean up my store, I feel so piss off as I can’t book out and have to do those dirty job.  After cleaning for a while, I doze off. But was waken by some sound at the back of my store. As always I was very curious, I quietly walk toward that dark ally. I was surprise to see my unit PC there masterbating. He was very handsome and has a good tan skin and muscular too. I always like to see him but not to work for him, as he will scream and threaten to charge people. In fact I stay back that day is also because of his order as the Annual Best Unit competition is just round the corner.

What an opportunity to take pic of my ideal man doing kinky act. I quietly bring out my handphone to take pic and video of him.  He was there rubbing his nipples and cock and softly moaning away with his uniform partly unbuttoned. He is super horny and he has a big tool too.  I guess I was too excited that I not knowingly walk nearer and nearer to video his act… to a point he noted it. He screamed “what are you doing man!” I was scared when he screamed, but I used my usual style of blur-ness to handle the situation. Instead I asked back…“ Sir, what are you doing there?"  He was shocked and asked back…” ah…ah…do you mean you did not see?“

Actually at this stage I start to have cold feet, but I like his look a lot, hence I continue to "play” with him…“I saw, but I don’t know what you doing? Maybe I should show others and ask them”.  He was mad but he know he has to handle me well… hence he turn very friendly by asking me “ok, what I can do for you if you don’t show that video to others?” I was so excited as I have turned the table around and I am in control now. As I am quite playful type, I just continue to act blur…“ dunno Sir, maybe tomorrow I can go to your room, to learn what you are doing today”.  He sheeply said “ ok, come over when you are free”, after which he quickly button up his pant and shirt and run back to his bunk.

That really excited me as I started to wonder what type of “training” I am going to learn from him or maybe I am going to teach him.

The next day, I look forward to the end of the day as I will be “visiting” my ideal officer,  His bunk is at another building which is quite quiet unless that there are military exercise or event.  I am in pt kit and walk towards the building, kind of excited and nervous.  Once I reach his bunk, I politely knock at the door and go in.  Woo, he is shirtless with his number 4 pant still on… can see his great body. I nervously said “ Sir… ah … ah… Recruit reporting”.  He quickly said “What you want, Recruit?"  I suddenly recall I have advantage position, why should I be scare. As such, my cheeky side immediately kick in and I close the door behind me and said ” Sir, I want you to teach me what you did last night".

I don’t know how long is the period of silent, he kind of shock and wonder how to handle me.  As he remain silent, I just try my luck by saying… “ Sir, strip to show me… or else I will need to show that video and ask others to teach me”.  He is a bit mad but knowing he has to strip. He start to unbutton his shirt. He suddenly stop and look at me and said “ Recruit, you want to learn right? Why are you not follow me in stripping?”

I was caught by surprise but logically he is right, so I also start to remove my commandos unit T-shirt and short. Wooo… he looks so sexy in his undies. My bulge start to form underneath my underwear. I was so shy and used my hands to cover it. He kind of expert and whisper to me that it is alright, is fine to have hard cock… and it will feel good soon. Next he said “ I am going to show you how to masterbate, as such I will be touching your cock, you ok?"  Before I can reply, my cock already answered him with my cock suddenly grow so big that it appear above the band of my undies.  He slowly walked over and grab the shaft of the cock and start rubbing it up and down. I feel so odd and feel like running off as I never been masterbated (or touched) by another guy.  He seem able to read my mind, he quickly said ” relax, else you will not feel good". Next he appear like a big brother by asking me to rest my head over his chest, while he stroke my thick rod. Indeed I get so horny and feel so good. I start to moan.  I feel so good that not knowingly I also start to touch his body, butt and cock. He seem to enjoy it too and also start to moan. As I am quite new being JO by another guy, not long I start to cum. I don’t want as I enjoy being with him, but the white juice just shoot like in the shooting range. It landed in his bed and uniform. I feel so embarrassed and keep apologize to him. Surprise me, he did not scold me, instead he said “Is alright. Did you learn and enjoy?” I was like a young kid , just knocking my head. He used some toilet paper to wipe the cum off my body and pass me my pt kit. I know he has fulfilled my request and seem my enjoyment is about to end.  I dressed and walk towards the door.

He suddenly asked" Do you stay back quite often, maybe we can explore more". Stupidity of me, I just factually replied him that I hardly stay back as I book out daily.  I feel so upset with myself that I have said that… I do want to explore more with him, but just too sudden and nervous that I never digest what it imply by stating the fact. I just sadly walk out of the door and close the door behind me.

That moment when the door about to close, I seem to hear “Maybe I should make you sign extra, so that you have to stay back more often”. Did he really said that?  Should I be happy or sad? Getting “Extra” is never good in army term.

The next day, I feel great as I seem to know my ideal officer well… haha has seen and touched his body and cock. While I am walking to my store, I am so “lucky” to walk past him.  I walk past and smile at him, but surprise me, he screamed at me “ Recruit! why are you dragging your feet and never greet me!”. I am kind of shock and quickly apologize “Sorry… Sorry Sir…Morning Sir”. The loudness has attracted my Unit RSM to walk out of the main office to see what has happened.  Once he noted RSM there, he continue to scold me and follow by “… Recruit, you will be punished and detained for one week, every night come to my bunk for extra training. I will make sure you are well trained!”

I feel so angry and humiliating as he was so nice last night but now act like don’t know me and scream at me. Maybe I should revenge by broadcasting his video to embarrass him. But if I do, I am sure he will not play with me forever.  After a couple of hours, my mood seem to settle down and suddenly I recall his last sentence last night (before I close his bunk door).  Maybe he does like me and just finding “excuses” to link me to him. While thinking of that, I seem to get hard at my crotch and start to forgive what he did that morning.

Seem so fated, lunch time I run to him again. Learned from that morning incident, I quickly greet him loud and clear. He was happy and pass me a plastic bag containing his OCS pt kit. He follow by saying “ Recruit, this is my PT kit I wear for PT this morning, do help to dry it and bring over when you report this evening”. I was shocked and just quietly accepted it . Confusion run in my head… is he treating me as his maid to wash the PT kit for him? I don’t even wash my clothing at home, who is he to command me to wash his sweating PT kit. But looking at them, I feel so good as if he trust me and show me his sensitive parts/items,

As I scare of getting more scolding if I can’t dry it by evening time, I quickly bring the pt kit up to my bunk for drying, before I proceed to my lunch. Surprise me, there is also a moist jockstrap inside, I doubt I can dry that Jockstrap in the open, might attract others to ask more question. Hence I hide the Jockstrap in my locker to dry. Crossing my fingers, hopefully it will get dry too and I will not get scolding from him that evening.

Time flies, it is 7pm and I need to report to Sir. I quickly open my locker and was greeted by a pungent smell. But lucky the jockstrap is dried. I quickly fold the jockstrap and the PT kit nicely and put it into a plastic bag and start to walk over to Sir bunk. Same as last night, I am mix with feeling, happy to be close to my ideal officer but scare of the mean officer who scolded me that morning. Would he nag at me all night? Or would he continue to touch my cock and make me feel so horny and high? Thinking of that, I noted a bulge start to form over my PT kit (ie. Commandos white T-shirt with a black short). I better walk quicker before being seen by anyone along the way.

Soon I reach Sir room, as usual I knock at his door before go in. As I still remember he scolded me that morning for not greeting him, I immediately walk in and loudly shouted “Good Evening Sir, Recruit reporting to sir for extra duty”. He seem happy with my performance, he smiled at me.  He just asked me to close the door.

After the door is closed, he asked “ how is my PT kit and underwear”? It kind of reminded me to dish him the plastic bag….“Sir, I have dried them”.  He seem surprised and asked again" my question is how is my PT kit and underwear… why recruit never reply me on that? How you expect me to train you without knowing your feeling?“ I was confuse and give him a blur look.

He slowly walk over and take over the plastic bag, seem to inspect the items inside. As I have dried them, I feel confident that he should be satisfy when he inspect them. Sir suddenly took out that jockstrap and cup it over my nose/mouth and grab my both hands from my back… it is like a kidnap scene and the kidnapper feeding the victim with a cloth filled with Chloroform. I am initially very panic but sir quickly whisper over my ear "Relax… relax… my body is at the back supporting you… slowly breath in”.  His words seem so powerful, the panic feel immediately disappear, instead my cock grow so hard which I never experience before.  Shouldn’t that be the horrible pungent smell, why would I get hard?

Sir whisper “ haha boy, this is smell therapy.  You want to learn right? I will train you to enjoy smell and make you a underwear slut. I passed you my PT kit and moist jockstrap is for you to enjoy. Haha you are such a cute innocent boy, never mind I am sure I will able to make you enjoy the process. Wear this jockstrap now”. 

With all the sweet words, I just obediently follow, undress myself and put on his white Bike brand jockstrap. I never wear a jockstrap before, not to say wear someone else used underwear. But surprise me, the feel is so good, it seem so season and the thick band makes it feel so fitting. Only uncomfortable part is the butt, feel so empty. He push me to nearby mirror…I look so naughty in it but it look great on me as it is able to secure my growing cock nicely.   Next he whisper over my ear “ This jockstrap will be worn by you until you meet me tomorrow. The red OCS PT kit is for you to wear when you report to me, as you are under training, you are my Cadet now, understand?”

Wooo… so kinky, I always want to be an officer but just not hard working enough to get into OCS. Hence I just get more excited and answered “Yes Sir, Cadet will follow Sir order”.

He seems happy and ordered me to pack up and go back as he needs to rest early as tomorrow he needs to wake up early for the Unit yearly firing competition (ie. part of the Annual Best Unit Award). Same for me, I need to wake up too, as I will be issuing them with the store items for the Firing Range. Not sure whether I will be able to sleep with the butt-less underwear.

Ring….Ring…Ring…..

Is 4am, I do have a good sleep in Sir jockstrap, the cock is still hardon. The temperature outside is so cooling and nice if I can continue to sleep. But knowing my mean officer and unit personnel will be mad if they can’t draw their store in time, I better dress up and go to the Store.  As usual I am in my Commandos white t shirt and black short (of course with Sir’s jockstrap underneath). I am early, I reached the Store but others are not there yet. Hence I just open the door and sit there to wait for them. It does not take long, those “Siao on” Commandos start to shout here and there while drawing their stores.  Soon, I noted my ideal officer walking over. He is that handsome as always, today he even put on a camo army scarf over his neck.  I am so happy to see him and quickly greet him “Morning Sir”. He smiled back and walked towards me.

He followed by asking me “Recruit, where is my store items?” I am confuse, I don’t recall he did request for any store. Oh no, likely have forgotten about it…die, likely will be scolded by him again. He quickly said “Recruit, those items are at the back of the store… let me bring you over”. His arm over my shoulder and kind of usher me to the back of my store. I feel so panic and bad and immediately apologize to him as I did not recall the need to prepare anything for him. He took a quick look at the surrounding and noted no one is around and he immediately force his hand inside my short to touch my cock.  He whisper over my ear “Good cadet, you did follow my instruction and I can see you have enjoyed my dirty jockstrap”. I was shocked but also glad that I am not that forgetful after all. Before he walk out, he whisper over my ear again “let hope today is a warm and hot day, so that I can prepare a more dirty and moist jockstrap for you… haha…”

Wooo… those words was so kinky but I feel so slutty, I do like it and immediate feel the hardon again.  Those smell is addictive, I do feel like pulling my jockstrap out and sniff on them. But as I am a good “cadet” now, I should follow sir instruction, I should not remove it until I report to him this evening. This time, the clock seem to run very slowly… I am like a drug addictive waiting to get my “sniff” from Sir. In order to kill time, I tried to experiment putting my yesterday used undie over my head, but the smell like not so good and I don’t seem to enjoy. Hence I just spend the rest of the day googling the Web to learn more about such fetishes, gears and jockstraps.

That day the weather is good and the firing range ended much before the scheduled timing. While I am googling for more kinky stories, picture and video, the Unit is back from their firing range. By 4pm, all the items are returned back to the Store. I take a quick store-count before locking the Store and go back to my bunk. Haha I need to mentally prepare myself for the “extra” duty by my Sir. Suddenly I noted I have an issue… how am I going to report in the red OCS PT kit? I am not an officer, and if I wear that and walk pass the parade square, surely someone will see it. If I don’t report it in, Sir will surely mad with me for not being obedient. Time is up, I need to go… still confuse, I can only bring the PT kit inside a plastic bag. After I knocked Sir door and proceed to go in, I quickly requested sir to give me a minute to change into the PT kit.

Sir is sitting on his bed and watching me doing “change parade” for him.  After I am done, he shouted “ Come over! You seem to be asking for punishment?. "  I quickly rush over and put my hands over my back and waiting for his further scolding.  He scanned me up and down and suddenly he forced his hands into my short again. He grab my cock and his face start to change… he smile and said ” Cadet, you seem to enjoy my jockstrap? Is so wet there… haha…“ I am shocked, likely I have pre-cummed a lot in the afternoon when I surfed the internet for such kinky stories and picture/video. I feel so embarrassed and lower my head. Next, Sir order me to undress him. He is still in his no.4 that he wear to range that morning.  I quickly remove his camo clothing … they are wet and smelly… or should I say a strong manly smell. When I unbutton his pant, I noted he wear a Blue jockstrap with a Yellow band, it looks ever more yummy than the white one that I am wearing. Sir seem to have been observing me when undressing him, once I am about to remove his jockstrap, he brush my hands off and said "Cadet, you seem hungry to take your daily dose of Sir smell. Tell Sir how badly you want it?” I was a bit blur as to what should I say… but suddenly recall those blogs that I read that afternoon. I quickly reacted “ Sir, yes Sir.. cadet need Sir jockstrap… please feed Cadet with it…please Sir”. Indeed it excite him and he immediately strip it off and cup the crotch area over my nose. Oh not.. it smell so strong, it is also feel warm and musky.  I start to like his smell and find it very attractive. I closed my eyes and enjoying the sub feeling.  I guess I really like it so much now that I was not aware Sir has actually taken some tapes to secure this jockstrap over my nose. Soon my mouth and eyes are also covered by tapes.  And Sir seem to have carried me to his bed. He spread my hands and legs wide open like doing “Star Jump”.  As I am enjoying the smell, I did not struggle and let him do whatever thing.   When I have enough of the smell, I start to try to move my limbs then I realized Sir has tied my hands and legs to the four corner of the bed.  I try to beg Sir to release me but my mouth is covered by the jockstrap and tapes. Oh no, I am totally helpless now.  Suddenly Sir said “ Cadet, take a good rest first while I take my bath”. This further panic me as what happen if someone else come in? I try to beg Sir not to leave me alone but it does not seem to produce any sound.  That moment seems so long, but also kind of odd as my cock is super hard through out that period… what happen? Maybe this is what I read in the blog today, the sub that like the “helpless feel”.

Suddenly I hear the door open and then a hand start touching me all over…I try to struggle but my limbs are tightly secured to the four corners.  Finally a voice appear “Cadet, don’t worry, is me… just relax… you will enjoy”.  That sentence really helped as I know I am not exposed to others.  While resting, I start to enjoy the smell of jockstrap again. Sir seem to touch or pinch my nipples… it start to send mix signal to my brain.   Is it pain or horny feel… one moment I feel so painful, the next moment, I seem to crave for more.  He also start to edge and milk my cock.  I feel so high that it does not take too long that I start to shoot… I guess I have cum a lot as Sir seem busy wiping here and there.

After cleaning up, Sir also released me off the restraints. Next he pass me his towel and ask me to go and wash up. I followed and when I am back to the room, I noted Sir is laying on his bed in that blue jockstrap with yellow band. I feel embarrass as it might have stained with lot of my saliva when I was covered in it a while ago. I softly asked Sir “ Sir.. I am sorry, I have dirty it”. Surprise me, he follow by saying “ No, this is my pair of jockstrap.” Next he turn his body to pick up something from underneath his bed. It is another pair of similar jockstrap. Sir then kinky asked “ Cadet, this is yours… haha… you want it? Come wear it and come over to the bed”.

Woo… I am so excited and quickly release my towel and wear that jockstrap. Although it is wet with my saliva, but it feel so good to be in similar gear with my ideal sir and able to sleep besides him.  Sir grab my hand and whisper over my ear “Tonight you sleep here, I need a big Snorlax to hug”. I happily hug Sir back and doze off…Zzzzzz…

It feels so good to be hugged to bed by my ideal officer. The slutty me suddenly wake up around 3am and kind of miss the moment Sir tied me to the bed. As such I whisper to Sir’s ear that whether he can tie me to the bed again. 

He is waken up by me and don’t seem happy. Being a very strict discipline officer, he just stand up and setup a mobile bed beside him. Before putting me there, he put a collar on me and whisper “Notti Cadet, I guess I need to discipline you… you are a Slave now… no clothing for you.” Oh no, he immediately removed the nice matching Blue jockstrap from me. Next he push me to the newly setup bed and start securing my hands and legs to the 4 corners.  He also make me wear an eyes mask and ear plug. I totally lost the senses, a complete helpless feeling start to kick in. So naked and so helpless and no sense of time. 

It seems so long before Sir release me.  When I am released of my blindfold, I noted is already morning. I quickly apologize to sir and told him that I feel cold and scare … and I will be a good boy and will not be notti again.  He walk over and give me a bear hug and whisper “ No No… you have progressed quite well, soon you will be graduated from my training… haha. But today onwards, I want to give you some slave training."  He follow by saying ” From now on, you no longer wear underwear (ie. Go Commandos). And you should not wear even the red OCS Cadet PT Kit or the unit white Commandos T-shirt. I want you to feel you are a slave now… you can only admire Sir…haha….“

As instruction, I quickly rush back to my bunk and change up into no.4 pant and a green army t-shirt , without any underwear and rush down to the Store as I am getting late.  ….

It is tough day for me, I feel very uncomfortable… likely due to the green vest as it seem thick and hot. I quickly change into a green singlet, but it does not help too… I sweat and sweat. What wrong with me? Suddenly I noted the other changes is that I am not wearing any underwear. When I unbutton my no.4 pant to take a look, I noted my cock is hard and pre-cummed too. Poor cock, no clothing. I quickly pull my singlet down to cover it. The hard cock seem super sensitive to my singlet, when I slightly rub with it, I feel like cumming. Oh no, is so shiok and feel like masterbating now. But the look for green singlet and no underwear, make me recall Sir statement… I am a slave now, I can only admire Sir. Hence I quickly release my hand and button back my no.4 pant. Next I quickly divert my attention to my Store stuffs, hopefully I will not feel that bad after that.

Finally the tough day is over and time for me to report to Sir again. As I being told no longer able to wear the red OCS PT kit, I proceed to Sir room in my no. 4 pant and green vest. Just after one knock at the door, Sir opens the door and drag me in and closed the door behind me. Sir follow by saying “ I thought I did mention I am doing slave training and slave should not be wearing any clothing?” Upon hearing that, I immediately strip off my vest, boots and no.4 pant. Oh no, my dick immediately stand up … so embarrassing…gosh….

Sir just laugh and asked “Is slave horny? Should I make him more horny? But I am so tired today…” After which, he takes out those tapes from his drawer and start securing my hands together with it. Next he push me to the floor besides his bed and make me knee like a doggie.  I feel so small and vulnerable in front of him, but as he is the officer I like, I don’t seem to be angry, instead full of excitement as what is he "teaching" me today. He look so tall and huge when he stand directly in front of me. He still in his blue jockstrap with the yellow band. It looks so nice on him, the bulge is growing and look so yummy as it is at my eyes level. While I am looking at it, Sir released his cock out of the blue tiny cloth and start stroking it in-front of me. OMG he playing his cock, make me so horny and I start to understand what sir mean by saying slave can only admire master’s cock. In fact, emotionally it excite me a lot… I guess is another form of helpless feeling. Sir cock is around 6", not small for Asian male. It get red and thick when he rub and rub.  Suddenly Sir whisper “I am getting tired and maybe slave can be of good use now”.  Before I figure out what he means, he force open my mouth and push his red, hot cock into my mouth. I try to struggle as I never suck a cock before and cock is where urine come out, seem so unhygienic. I want to say no but as Sir cock is already in my mouth, is hard for me to pronounce any words. Instead Sir just hold tight of my head and keep rocking my head towards him.  Being no hands to push away and my mouth can’t pronounce any word, soon I give up on struggle, instead try to relax and help to serve my tired Sir. Surprisingly I seem to get into motion and enjoy his tools. When I suck him tightly, Sir moans and it greatly excite me. The more he moan, I suck it faster and tighter. Haha, not long Sir cum, he shoot a lot into my mouth. It is warm and salty but I just take it down my throat. Sir whisper over my ear “ Boi, you are indeed good at your oral job. I guess I no longer need my Osim massager, I will use you for the future.” I feel so honored as I am “useful” slave to my ideal Officer.

After Sir did a bit of clean up, he release me of the tape. Instead he bring out some ropes from his drawer and start tying me up. He whisper over my ear that he is going to do the bondage on me. Just a while, the ropes run all over my body and it looks great and feel good too. It is like a lady’s push-up bra, the rope cut horizontally over my chest and push up my chest muscle. My hands and legs are also tightly secured by the ropes.  Sir seem happy with his rope work and took some pic with his handphone. He know I am discreet, hence he immediate assured me that he will not take picture with the head. After a couple of photos taking, he start to rub my nipples and cock.  It does not take long to make me super horny and start moaning.  Sir look at my push-up chest muscle and seem attracted and start licking and sucking my nipples. Wooo… his tongue is good too, tease my nipples and make me moan like crazy. As he worry anyone might hear it, he stuff his blue jockstrap into my mouth.  After making me crazy up there, he move down to blow my cock. His mouth is like milking machine, making me so helpless and only able to fully surrender All my “milk” to that “milking machine”. Both of us feel so exhausted after cumming. He released me off the bondage and removed the jockstrap from my mouth. Both of us rested naked on the bed and doze off.

After a good night rest, I waked up around 6am. Sir already wake up and he has washed up and put on a sexy white trunk.  He noted I have wake up, he walk over and kiss me. it feel so good and loved, I am ready to be his slave forever, hence I asked “ Sir, can I be your slave forever?”

He paused for a while and say “ Cadet, you have completed your training.”

I follow by saying “ Sir, you are a good master, I am still a notti boy that need extended training.”

Sir paused again and say “But… but… I am in fact a sub too. I give you these few days of training as you threaten me to teach you.”

A sudden change of mood in the room, I just wear back my clothing and drag my feet back to my room.  Is Army life going to be boring again? 

 

 

 

 

[leckmich]

ever heard of paragraphs?  lol

[thinking35]

10 hours ago, masseu said:

Boring Army Life?

...  Woo, he is shirtless with his number 4 pant still on… can see his great body. I nervously said “ Sir… ah … ah… Recruit reporting”.  He quickly said “What you want, Recruit?"  I suddenly recall I have advantage position, why should I be scare. As such, my cheeky side immediately kick in and I close the door behind me and said ” Sir, I want you to teach me what you did last night".

I don’t know how long is the period of silent, he kind of shock and wonder how to handle me.  As he remain silent, I just try my luck by saying… “ Sir, strip to show me… or else I will need to show that video and ask others to teach me”.  He is a bit mad but knowing he has to strip. He start to unbutton his shirt. He suddenly stop and look at me and said “ Recruit, you want to learn right? Why are you not follow me in stripping?”

 

 

First saw him shirtless... then the next moment, he start to unbutton his shirt. Hahaha

[Guest Kai27]

 

 

My bro and I were chilling in his HDB flat one Saturday night with kopi and cards for our game. Loser does forfeits, simple rule. I lost the first few rounds fast, cards all rubbish. Did push-ups, squat jumps, and planks to clear some, but only got through a few.

 

Next, I begged for one last round to redeem. Win, no more forfeits. Lose, double everything. I lost again, owing 18 total now. He made me exercise in underwear first, burpees and jumps around the living room. Then strip naked and run laps around some nearby park, burpees at each bench. Luckily the park was quite and had no one, just dogs barking far off, still super paiseh. Did most but still owed a few. He ran out of ideas though.

 

Now ask me to get some ideas from the forum. Maybe can help suggest some fun forfeits enough to settle the debt and make us laugh. What you all got?

 

 

Edited January 25 by Kai27

[CuriousStr8 Daddy]

How my Str8 Bull experience turned into a gay experience. 

 

Note: you will have to bear with the straight part of this encounter to get to the gay part. Please be patient!

 

A year ago I came across a middle-aged local husband and wife looking for a Caucasian bull to fuck the wife while the husband watched. 

 

This was very much a bucket list item for me, so I was keen to um, ‘offer my services’ once I had carefully checked that it was not a scam. 

 

We met up in a bar to get to know each other. They were in their mid-forties with a couple of kids. The wife was gorgeous while her husband was, let’s just say not very manly. We decided pretty much there and then that we would proceed to the next phase. The following week, we met in a 5-star hotel room to complete the deed.  

 

I made sure there was plenty of wine to go around to ease our nerves. The wife, let’s call her Sylvia, emerged from the bathroom in translucent nighty and almost invisible thong. My eyes were all over her as her husband, “Ronnie” went in to shower. 

 

After some nervous chit chat - and 2 glasses of wine each, we were ready. As Sylvia looked into the mirror next to the bed, I kissed her neck and collar bone and she shivered. Her nighty slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. I worked my way achingly slowly down her body, kissing every inch of it. I lingered over her breasts. I ran my tongue over her nipples. They were like raspberries in my mouth. I sucked at them. Nibbled them gently. Rubbed the hairs of my beard over them. She moaned even louder and grabbed my hair. 

 

I worked my way lower down her body and finally I reached her lacy thong. I pulled it down her legs and she kicked it off eagerly. I savored the sight below me. Smooth and hairless, pink and juicy. (The thong was already soaking wet from her pussy juice.) I ran my tongue around her pussy but not touching it. I kissed her inner thighs and she shivered. 

 

I traced the furthest part of her labia with my tongue and then flicked it over her clitoris. She jerked then, thrusting her hips at me. I slowly licked her clit, and then dipped my tongue into her pussy, savoring the flavor of her. She tasted great! As my tongue licked deeper and deeper inside her, she clutched at my hair, and thrust her hips forward so that I was buried nose deep in her sweetness. 

 

“Ohhhhhhhh Daddy,” she moaned. 

 

My hands slid under her buttocks lifting her up so I could go even deeper and she gave a little scream. 

 

“Oh my god….” She said. “I want to suck you so bad daddy!”

 

Well, as a gentleman I could hardly refuse her request, right?

 

I rotated my body on the bed so my cock was next to her face and then lifted her up and settled her on top of me in the 69 position. 

 

Now my face was buried between her ass cheeks and I had a clear view of her pussy and anus. 

 

What a glorious, glorious sight!

 

I savored it for a few moments as her mouth engulfed my cock. 

 

I groaned in pleasure. 

 

But, just as I was about to plunge my tongue into her pussy once more, I saw Ronnie sitting across from us on the sofa, his expressionless face framed on either side my Sylvia’s exquisite buttocks.

 

He was naked now and pulling at his cock, his gaze focused on his wife’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock. 

 

Ok well. This was what I signed up for. I mentally shrugged and my tongue went back to work on Sylvia’s pussy. I pulled her ass cheeks aside as I buried my tongue deeper. I loved the fact that the skin around her anus was as fair as the rest of her. It was more common to see pigmentation that made it look like it was stained by shit. 

 

Sylvia shivered and gasped, raising her head from my cock. Her anus twitched and she bucked slightly as she came. 

 

“Oh my goddddd…” she squealed and the juices flowed from her over my face. Then I felt warm lips around my cock once more. But that was strange: Sylvia was still partially sitting up… how could she be sucking…

 

I looked over her thighs. Ronnie had my cock in his mouth and was sucking away like it was a lollipop!

 

“What the fuck!” I yelled. 

 

Sylvia turned to look at me, her eyes clouded with lust. “It’s ok daddy,” she said. “Let us serve you.” And then she bent her head down to lick my balls as Ronnie sucked at my cock head. 

 

This was fucking weird and not at all what I expected. 

 

But… it felt good. 

 

They worked well as a tag team, each taking turns to suck my cock while the other licked my balls down to my perineum. 

 

And, honestly, Ronnie did a better job sucking me than his wife. 

 

I watched them both service me for a few minutes. But Sylvia’s ass was calling to me. I reached out and inserted my index finger into her pussy. It was so wet my finger slid in easily. She moaned, her breath hot against my balls. I inserted my middle finger as well and started pumping her with both fingers, gently at first. Her moans became louder and she stopped licking me, concentrating on what she was feeling. Ronnie continued on, sucking me enthusiastically. I have to say his blow job skills were very impressive. 

 

Sylvia’s moans turned into squeals of pleasure. Her hips bucked. I started to piston my fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as I could. My hand slapped against her pussy as I fingered her rapidly. 

 

Sylvia’s squeals turned to screams. Ronnie stopped sucking me to stare at his wife as she shuddered with pleasure. 

 

“Ooooooooh f-u-c-k,” she screamed and I was rewarded with a gush of hot liquid flowing over my hand, soaking the comforter we were lying on top of. 

 

“Fuck!” She screamed again as I continued to finger her. More liquid shot out of her pussy. 

 

Every muscle in Sylvia’s body was trembling now, the walls of her pussy vibrating as they opened and contracted around my fingers. And still I fingered her and she came again and again. 

 

At last I released her, pulling my fingers from her pussy and she collapsed onto the bed, legs spread eagled. 

 

“What the f-fuck was that?” She gasped, her chest heaving. 

 

“You squirted,” I said. “Did you like it?”

 

“Like it? I can’t even focus my eyes properly,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing! Fuck… fuck.”

 

She held up her hand. It was trembling. “See? I’m still shaking. Oh my god…”

 

I held up my dripping fingers. “Want to taste?” 

 

Sylvia’s eyes wrinkled in disgust. “Ew, no!”

 

“Try just a little. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

 

Reluctantly she leaned forward and took the tiniest sip from one of my fingers. Her eyes widened in surprise. “It’s delicious!” Her mouth closed around my fingers and she sucked up every last drop. 

 

Many of the women I’ve been with have loved the taste of their pussy juice after they came. Sylvia had just joined us that club. 

 

“This is all so new to me,” Sylvia said. “What have I been missing out on all these years?”

 

“We’d better make up for all that lost time,” I grinned. 

 

“Yes,” she smiled back, her eyes lustful. “You haven’t cum yet. Let’s fix that! I want you to fuck me. Ronnie, get the condom quick!”

 

Ronnie rolled off the bed to get to the bedside table as Sylvia started to straddle me. “Hurry! I want his cock inside me now! I’ll let him fuck me raw!”

 

Ronnie handed me the condom and I reluctantly was the gentleman and put it on. My cock was wet with his saliva. 

 

Sylvia slowly and deliciously impaled herself, shivering in pleasure. I moaned too as the heat and softness of her pussy enveloped my cock. She closed her eyes as she put her hands on my thighs and started to rock backwards and forwards. 

 

I reached up and caressed her breasts, running my fingers over her hard nipples and down her tummy. Apart from the slightly dimpled skin on her lower abdomen from giving birth, her body was perfect. I could even see the faint outline of her abs - which was more than I could say about my stomach! 

 

I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her down and towards me so I could suck her nipples and kiss her. 

 

Over her shoulder I could see Ronnie staring at her ass as my cock slid in and out of his wife’s pussy. He was pulling at himself vigorously as he watched us fucking. I pulled her ass cheeks farther apart so he could get a better view. 

 

He leaned in closer, and I swear his glasses were steaming up at the sight. Then, suddenly, he grimaced, grunted and his hand paused in its pumping. He held up his hand to stare at the few drops of cum inside it. I couldn’t help but notice that even in its erect state, his cock was on the small side and skinny. Then he rolled off the bed again to get tissue paper to clean his hand. 

 

Sylvia came again, shuddering against me. And still I pumped her. I was getting close. 

 

“Doggy style,” I whispered in her ear and she nodded eagerly. 

 

We disengaged and I positioned her so that she was kneeling crosswise on the bed, lying on her chest, with her incredible ass facing upwards. I stood by the side of the bed and slowly slid into her. Ronnie stood to one side watching my cock slide in and out of his wife. 

 

I slapped her ass as I fucked her and she screamed in pleasure. I pulled at her pony tail and she arched her back pressing her ass against me as I went as deep as possible. 

 

The tip of my right thumb slid partially into her anus as I held her ass and this was enough to tip me over. 

 

Sylvia sensed the change in me. “Are you going to cum?”

 

“Yes!!!”

 

“Don’t waste it Daddy,” she gasped. “Cum on my face!”

 

What?

 

She was already pulling away from me and rolling over to expose her face. 

 

“Please daddy,” she begged. “I want to feel your hot cum all over my face.” 

 

Fuck! I desperately pulled off the condom before I could explode into it and positioned my cock over Sylvia’s beautiful face. She had her eyes squeezed shut and a hand protecting her hair. 

 

“Cum on me daddy” she said again. 

 

“Me too,” said Ronnie as he lay down next to her. 

 

Fuck. That nearly stopped me cumming!

 

But I was at the point of no return. I rubbed my cock and suddenly I exploded. 3 weeks worth of built up semen shot out of me in three huge spurts. 

 

The first missed Sylvia completely and hit Ronnie, covering his glasses and nose, running down his face as he moaned in pleasure. 

 

The second and third spurt were better aimed and Sylvia got all the benefit. I have always been a heavy cummer, but this was exceptional even by my standards. My white cum decorated almost every part of her face, over her forehead, tightly closed eyes, her nose and cheeks. Much of it dripped across her lips, disappearing into her open mouth. 

 

I gazed down upon them. This married couple, who had done their best to serve me, covered in my cum. I had dominated them and it felt so good. For today at least, the wife was mine to do with as I pleased.

 

Of course there was some post nut clarity for all of us after we had cleaned up. We still had a few more hours booked so we had a light lunch together. The conversation was a little awkward and Ronnie was very quiet. When we got back to the room, Sylvia paused and asked me to give them a few minutes alone. I agreed and went downstairs to get another bottle of wine. 

 

When I returned 10 minutes later and opened the door to the room, I could tell something had changed. And then I heard it: grunts of effort, soft moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. 

 

As I stepped further into the room, past the bathroom, I stopped in mid stride, my mouth hanging open in shock at what I was seeing.

 

Ronnie was on his hands and knees on the sofa, ass up in the air. 

 

And Sylvia was fucking him with a strap-on dildo. 

 

Her naked ass clenched and released as she thrust into him, and every so often she’d slap him hard, a sharp, echoing smack. 

 

Ronnie’s face was turned to one side and his expression was a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he groaned with every thrust. His right hand was pulling furiously at his cock as his wife fucked him. 

 

Sylvia sensed my presence and she turned her flushed, sweaty face to me, damp strands of hair falling across her cheeks. 

 

“Finally you’re back,” she said panting as she continued to thrust into Ronnie. “Get your clothes off and join us!”

 

I stood there for long moments. This was not what I had been expecting and I didn’t know how to react. My cock seemed to have ideas of its own as it strained against my shorts but my mind was a whirlwind. What did she mean by “join us”? I had no intention of letting her put any foreign object into my ass. But she looked so alluring, and her ass was a thing of wonder as it contracted and relaxed with every thrust of her hips. 

 

Almost without realizing it, I pulled my shorts and underwear down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. 

 

Sylvia’s eyes went straight to my cock and she grinned lasciviously, without missing a stroke. “Kiss my shoulders,” she commanded. 

 

I stepped up behind her, my cock hot and hard against her thrusting buttocks and put my hands around to cup her breasts. She moaned softly as I kissed her shoulders and neck. Her skin tasted salty from her sweat but still delicious. 

 

My cock slipped between her buttocks and I wondered for a moment if I could fuck her like this as she fucked Ronnie. But the angle was wrong. She would have needed to bend over more. I contented myself with sliding my cock up and down between her buttocks. 

 

Ronnie’s groans got louder and louder. “Fuck me mummy. Fuck me!”

 

“You love this don’t you, you little bitch?” Sylvia hissed, thrusting even harder. “Who is mummy’s little bitch, eh?”

 

“I am mummy,” Ronnie yelled. “Fuck me harder mummy!”

 

This was getting decidedly weird. But my cock seemed to love it and I was coating Sylvia’s ass with my pre-cum. She felt it too. 

 

She paused. Her strap on deep inside Ronnie, her chest heaving from the exertion. “I want you to fuck Ronnie now,” she said, her voice thick with lust. 

 

What. The. Fuck. 

 

“No way,” I said, my cock softening at the thought. 

 

She pulled my head towards her and kissed me hard. “Please daddy. I want to see you fuck him. I want to see your cock sliding in and out of his ass the way he watched you fuck me.” 

 

“I don’t think I can, I said. “I can stick your dildo into his ass… maybe.”

 

“No! It has to be your cock!” Her eyes sparkled. “If you fuck him, I’ll let you fuck me… in the ass!”

 

Fuck. 

 

Did I want her ass that badly? My cock hardened with an emphatic “yes”. 

 

“Come on daddy. I’ve loosened him up for you,” she said pulling out of Ronnie. And sure enough his asshole was pretty stretched. And the dildo looked clean - no trace of shit on it. “he’s all lubed up. Please daddy!”

 

Sylvia dropped to her knees and took my  cock in her mouth, working it expertly. (Maybe Ronnie had been giving her tips.) I groaned and grew even harder. 

 

Sylvia grinned, hersaliva dripping around my cock and released it and guided to her husband’s eager asshole. 

 

My cock softened. Seeing this, Sylvia turned and bent over, showing me her ass in all its glory. “Fuck him and then you can fuck this daddy? Don’t you want to? I’ll let you fuck me raw!” 

 

And the thought of that made me hard again. I tried imagining that Ronnie’s ass was a girl’s. In truth, it was so hairless and smooth and even quite round, it didn’t take that much imagination. Only his hairless balls shattered the illusion. I gripped the base of my cock to keep the blood in it and brought its tip to Ronnie’s anus. 

 

Sylvia leaned forward to watch as my cock head entered her husband’s hole. She was fingering herself with her left hand, her expression one of excitement and lust. “Fuck him daddy! Fuck him like the little bitch he is!”

 

“Yes! Fuck me daddy,” Ronnie moaned, wanking himself faster and faster. 

 

Fuck. That nearly softened me again. 

 

Quickly, before I could think anymore about it, I plunged my cock into his ass. Even loosened up, it was still tighter than most pussies. I rammed into him hard and he let out a little yelp. 

 

I slid slowly out and then into him again. He was so tight! Whatever about my mind, my cock loved the sensation! I started to pump him faster and faster. 

 

And then something took over me. It wasn’t lust. It was domination. I was owning this little fucker. Using him as a fuck toy. I had fucked his wife, given her orgasms she had never experienced before, and filled her pussy with my seed. Now I was fucking him the way I fucked her. 

 

I slammed in and out of him, not caring if it hurt his ass. His groans got louder and louder and higher in pitch. Sprawled next to him in the sofa, legs opened wide as Sylvia masturbated, her eyes fixed on my cock sliding in and out of her husband’s ass. She moaned suddenly, her eyes rolling back as she came. 

 

And then Ronnie shuddered, moaned and came too, shooting his load onto the towel he was kneeling on. 

 

I fucked him harder and harder. My hips slapping against his ass. Suddenly I didn’t want to cum inside his wife - I wanted to fill his ass with my seed. 

 

Sylvia sensed the change and leaned forward, her eyes cloudy with lust. 

 

“Fill him up daddy,” she moaned. “Cum inside him like you came inside me. Make him yours!”

 

And that was it. I exploded inside Ronnie. Spurt after spurt. Cumming as deep inside him as I could. 

 

A few spasms later I pulled out of him with a soft plopping sound. A few drops of my semen dripped out too, running down his hairless balls. His anus was reddened and slightly swollen as he collapsed onto the sofa. 

 

Sylvia grinned up at me. “Now you own us both.”

[Guest CockWorshipper]

I had an erotic encounter some time ago, on the public bus. It was very crowded due to the peak hours and I had already miss one bus. Not wanting to miss another, I squeezed myself up the bus and was positioned right near the front door area. Due to the sandwiched crowd near the entrance, I could only hold on to the divider bar for stability. In front of me, was another guy, back facing me. As the bus moved, his butt suddenly contacted with my front. Due to the repeated contact, I realized I'm getting a hardon. I am not typically long, just an average 6" but i am quite thick. I took a quick glimpse down and saw a bulge building up quickly. I guess he also felt something throbbing and hard is in contact with his butt. I thought maybe it was due to the squeezy situation but he started to sway his butt left and right slowly against my crotch, which made it erotically unbearable. I got so hard and also, worried as the bulge is quite prominent now. My dick is upward pointing when hard and there is a slight tent formed near my zippers of my formal pants. I was wearing the ice silk formal pants hence, the thickness was thin and soft. After the bus reached the MRT station busstop, I quickly got off and as the hardon was still evident, I had to cover it with my sling bag while i walk towards the mall. To get rid of the hardon, I though of releasing in the toilet hence, I dashed straight for the mall toilet. I didn't realized the guy followed behind me only after i reach the toilet, then I noticed he has been following behind. Thinking he might be keen, I went to the urinal instead of the cubicle. The toilet was rather quiet and there was no partition between each urinal. I stood at the corner one and unveil my hardon, he chose the urinal next to mine, even though there were several others available. I got really excited and I pulled by foreskin back revealing the blood filled mushroom head. He didn't hesitate, he reached over and touch my dick head which was wet from pre-cum, and started to stroke my dick. It was nerve wrecking yet exciting as there might be people coming in anytime, yet I was enjoying his fondling of my dick. I got to admit, JO in public space is more exciting and high then doing behind closed doors, makes you wanna cum faster. I kept looking over to see if there's any shadows  coming from the entrance or listening attentively to any audible footsteps. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone "disturbing" the fun. His strokes were a mixture of teasing and naughty, firm and ticklish, I felt I was cuming very soon  and whispered, "I'm cuming soon". He quickened the strokes and tightened the grip and I cum all over the urinal drain and wall. After that, I tucked my dick back into my pants and smiled at him, he smiled back, walked over to the washing basin, washed his hands and left the toilet. I made my way home feeling relaxed as my little boy went soft again comfortably in my pants. 

[Nivek]

Hot encounter!!

 

Your little boy is a lucky boy.

[chu]

On 10/27/2010 at 8:22 AM, Guest Guest said:

went to someone's place in bukit panjang. he's an executive working in shenton way. ok look, normal built. but his skill in bed was by far the best i had encountered. he licked every inches of my body including ass and legs. then suck anything that protrudes out e.g. cock, balls, toes, fingers, ears, nose. not kidding. we meet at 12 nn and ended almost 5:30 pm. oh, his tool is small but thick. it gave me a "full" feeling. LOL

wow..you are so lucky...that made me so horny

 

[chu]

On 11/2/2025 at 2:47 PM, aftereightme said:

You can try on me ...

sooooooo hot

[tinkymale]

On 4/23/2026 at 6:29 PM, Guest CockWorshipper said:

I had an erotic encounter some time ago, on the public bus. It was very crowded due to the peak hours and I had already miss one bus. Not wanting to miss another, I squeezed myself up the bus and was positioned right near the front door area. Due to the sandwiched crowd near the entrance, I could only hold on to the divider bar for stability. In front of me, was another guy, back facing me. As the bus moved, his butt suddenly contacted with my front. Due to the repeated contact, I realized I'm getting a hardon. I am not typically long, just an average 6" but i am quite thick. I took a quick glimpse down and saw a bulge building up quickly. I guess he also felt something throbbing and hard is in contact with his butt. I thought maybe it was due to the squeezy situation but he started to sway his butt left and right slowly against my crotch, which made it erotically unbearable. I got so hard and also, worried as the bulge is quite prominent now. My dick is upward pointing when hard and there is a slight tent formed near my zippers of my formal pants. I was wearing the ice silk formal pants hence, the thickness was thin and soft. After the bus reached the MRT station busstop, I quickly got off and as the hardon was still evident, I had to cover it with my sling bag while i walk towards the mall. To get rid of the hardon, I though of releasing in the toilet hence, I dashed straight for the mall toilet. I didn't realized the guy followed behind me only after i reach the toilet, then I noticed he has been following behind. Thinking he might be keen, I went to the urinal instead of the cubicle. The toilet was rather quiet and there was no partition between each urinal. I stood at the corner one and unveil my hardon, he chose the urinal next to mine, even though there were several others available. I got really excited and I pulled by foreskin back revealing the blood filled mushroom head. He didn't hesitate, he reached over and touch my dick head which was wet from pre-cum, and started to stroke my dick. It was nerve wrecking yet exciting as there might be people coming in anytime, yet I was enjoying his fondling of my dick. I got to admit, JO in public space is more exciting and high then doing behind closed doors, makes you wanna cum faster. I kept looking over to see if there's any shadows  coming from the entrance or listening attentively to any audible footsteps. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone "disturbing" the fun. His strokes were a mixture of teasing and naughty, firm and ticklish, I felt I was cuming very soon  and whispered, "I'm cuming soon". He quickened the strokes and tightened the grip and I cum all over the urinal drain and wall. After that, I tucked my dick back into my pants and smiled at him, he smiled back, walked over to the washing basin, washed his hands and left the toilet. I made my way home feeling relaxed as my little boy went soft again comfortably in my pants. 

Wow

[Da Rius]

Was at a mall in Paya Lebar last week packing dinner when I saw this specky chinese dude, initially, it was his well shined boots that caught my eye, on closer look, I suspect he may be an auxiliary police in his half u. Could have been me glancing at him too frequently as he was waiting for his food to be ready, throughout the 10+ minutes there, our eyes met twice. He got his food first and left, while I continue to wait.

I was bored (and honestly a little horny too), so I was doomscrolling Grindr, chatted up a guy and received a couple of messages, one of them were keen but not exactly keen to trade face pic being discreet. He suggested to meet outside a loo to see if we're ok with each other. I usually don't do this, but was horny enough, so decided to just try - no harm anyway.

Outside the loo, I lean against the wall, occasionally glancing up, guessing who he may be. Then I saw the same specky half u dude again, he walked into the loo but I thought nothing much about it, only taking in the view of him in his tight uniform pants and boots as he walked in. I texted the guy on Grindr to ask if he is coming and he replied "already here. r u the one in white shirt n grey pants outside the toilet?". I looked around and saw no one of interests and so I replied back "yeap, wru?", then he asked me to head into the toilet and he is at the basin washing his hands. I went in and headed towards the urinal, glancing towards the row of basin and saw only 1 guy there - the specky half u dude. My heart skipped a beat when he looked up and our eyes met once more through the mirror. I pretended to pee and was about to zip up and head towards the basin when I saw him walk towards the row of cubicles and entered one of it, I kept looking towards the cubicle hoping to see that he will leave the door unlocked and thankfully he did. At this moment I am pretty sure he is the guy I chatted on Grindr (first time this lucky!).

I walked over after ensuring no one was looking, looked through the slightly ajar door and he signalled me to move in. Soon we were kissing away and our hands were on each others' nipples, both of us breathing heavily. Didn't take long for him to fish my rock hard dick out of my pants through my open zip and he went down on me pretty hungrily. He was good with his mouth, but not enough to make me cum, after sucking for a while, we were kissing again, then he whispered and ask if I could sit on the toilet bowl and let him ride me. I was super tempted, but thought it is too risky - no condom, and also may get caught.

Disappointed, but he understand my reservations. We were kissing and jerking each other off for a bit, at one point I moved my hand to his back and pulled his super smooth and sexy uniform pants down a little (another surprise - he was freeballing) to tease his hole with my finger while we kissed. That seem to trigger him and he shortly lost control, shooting all over my executive pants which he kept apologising for.

We cleaned up his mess and he returned the favor, had me sat on the toilet bowl while he knelt down to suck me. This time he played with my nipples as he sucked me good and his talented fingers brought me to climax while my dick was lodged deep in his warm mouth. I did not expect that he would but he swallowed it all. We parted ways after that.

Found out later he is from Aetos and he was about to head to report for his shift. To be honest, probably the most satisfying quickie I've had so far...

[Vinc23]

I was working the late shift at the bar as a bartender. This white expat guy in his 40s had been coming in regularly. He had a gay partner, mentioned it casually, but kept flirting heavily. That night after closing, he invited me back to his place for drinks and more.

 

We got there, had a couple of whiskeys, and things escalated fast. We started making out, clothes off, and he was all over me, hands, mouth, everything. Then his partner came home. He had clearly told him about me. The partner joined right away.

 

They took me to the bedroom. They tied me up, wrists bound together and secured to the headboard, ankles spread and tied to the bed corners so I was completely exposed and couldn’t move much. Then they spent the whole night playing with me.

 

They took turns sucking me, stroking me, using fingers and toys on my ass. They edged me for a long time, bringing me close over and over before backing off. The man fucked me while his partner used my mouth. They switched positions, kissed and touched me everywhere, pinched my nipples, bit my neck and thighs.

 

I came multiple times, hard, shaking orgasms that left me wrecked. They kept going, drawing out each one until I was oversensitive and begging. By the end, after hours of it, I was covered in sweat, cum, and rope marks, completely drained. They untied me as the sun came up.

[cutejack]

9 hours ago, Vinc23 said:

I was working the late shift at the bar as a bartender. This white expat guy in his 40s had been coming in regularly. He had a gay partner, mentioned it casually, but kept flirting heavily. That night after closing, he invited me back to his place for drinks and more.

 

We got there, had a couple of whiskeys, and things escalated fast. We started making out, clothes off, and he was all over me, hands, mouth, everything. Then his partner came home. He had clearly told him about me. The partner joined right away.

 

They took me to the bedroom. They tied me up, wrists bound together and secured to the headboard, ankles spread and tied to the bed corners so I was completely exposed and couldn’t move much. Then they spent the whole night playing with me.

 

They took turns sucking me, stroking me, using fingers and toys on my ass. They edged me for a long time, bringing me close over and over before backing off. The man fucked me while his partner used my mouth. They switched positions, kissed and touched me everywhere, pinched my nipples, bit my neck and thighs.

 

I came multiple times, hard, shaking orgasms that left me wrecked. They kept going, drawing out each one until I was oversensitive and begging. By the end, after hours of it, I was covered in sweat, cum, and rope marks, completely drained. They untied me as the sun came up.

Luckily the sun came up.