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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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