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Sergeant’s Revenge

Declan (not his real name) arrived at my door in no 4, straight from work, and spent quite some time taking off his boots before stepping in.

(You’ll remember this hunky army regular from Sergeant Duty: https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/178282211111/sergeant-duty)

“So, this is your place,” he said. “Nice, nice.”

He smelled pretty ripe, no surprise after a long day, and I handed him a towel and let him go shower. He ditched his clothes and took off his glasses, and headed off. I was already clean, and extra fresh down there because when we had chatted on Scruff he had mentioned how horny he was because his wife was away on a business trip. Our conversation had revolved around how badly he needed a fuck, and I knew what he was angling for. I sometimes say that I don’t mess around with people who are attached, unless their other half knows or (preferably joins in) but I guess Declan is an exception to the rule, because I agreed to help him out.

I guess it’s because I find him very attractive, maybe because he’s straight (or should I say “straight”)? Declan is a soldier, a regular in the armed forces. He’s only a little younger than me, and is a leader and a trainer in an infantry unit, I think. He’s kinda cocky, rough around the edges, the perfect guy to be an army sergeant, able to switch from bully to strict school teacher in the blink of an eye, I imagine. He has small eyes, and his glasses (the typical thick black plastic frames) make them look smaller than they are. He looks a bit nerdy, but also a bit arrogant. Thick lips and a squarish face, but looking like a professional asshole only adds to it: he’s not a handsome fella, just looks like a regular guy.

Physically, he’s got a soldier’s tan, and a lean, lithe body. Not a lot of bulk, but enough to have a good shape, but fit, you know, really fit. He’s not primped or manscaped like your average gay guy, I guess you’d call him “natural”. Like many Chinese guys, he doesn’t have a lot of body hair, a little at his pubes and ass, a litttle in his pits, but none of it was trimmed or plucked.

Even though I’m not usually fussy when we meet to have fun outdoors, this time he was in my home. I stripped off my clothes and joined Declan in the shower. I douched myself out (to show him how it was done) and things got a bit messy when I helped him to do the same. When he was clean to my satisfaction, we went back to standing under the rainshower.

Declan has a long foreskin that extends beyond his cock even when he’s hard and as I helped him to shower, I pulled it back, soaped up his exposed cock head dick and made sure he was clean.

Good thing I did that, because as soon as we’d rinsed off, he pushed me to the floor and presented me with his cock.

“I’m damn horny la,” he said, “Suck it.” He pushed his tool into my mouth almost before I was ready, holding me by the hair and simply face-fucking me. He doesn’t have a huge cock, but the blunt mushroom head is fun to suck, and it’s a good size, thick at the base and gets skinnier until the shaft terminates under the bulb of his mushroom.

Sucking his dick was as much foreplay as I got, because after he got tired of fucking my face, he said “okay, where you want to do?”

We got dried off and I took him to the chaise longue - a condom (for him) and some lube later (I fingered and lubed myself, before making sure his gloved cock was nice and slick) and we were ready. I knelt on the chaise, presenting him my ass, and he patted it a couple of times while he positioned his dick at my hole. I was glad that I had done enough prep, because he shoved right in.

“Tight,” he muttered, and then he banged me. No nicer words for it, no switching of positions, no pleasantries. I braced against the force of his thrusts as best as I could, as he got more and more intense and faster, and it wasn’t long before he sighed and slammed into me with a few hard thrusts, cumming at the same time.

He pulled out, and remained standing at the foot of the chaise, looking satisfied and oddly cute, his cock still hard. I made him take a step back, knelt in front of him, carefully took off his condom, and sucked his cock once, from base to tip, getting a tiny squirt of remainder cum in my mouth for my efforts.

When I took my mouth off his dick, I looked up at him. The view was pretty hot, but the thought of what was coming next turned me on more. I was full, and hard, and heavy, and even so thinking about it made my cock twitch.

“Ready?” I said. Declan looked almost scared when he looked down at me.

“Must ah?” he said, reluctantly. I nodded, and I imagine there was a wicked smile on my face.

“I should have let you go first,” Declan said. His own fault for being horny.

I swapped positions with Declan, and got him to sit on the end of the chaise. The “price” for my ass was that Declan would do things that he didn’t normally liked to do, starting with a blowjob. He bent forward, slowly, and sucked on my cock. Didn’t do a very good job, to be honest - he was too reluctant - but I found it a turn on.

I resisted the urge to face fuck him, because I had something else in mind. I got him off my cock, and got him to lie back, his ass at the edge of the chaise, and put his legs up. He held the underside of his knees, his legs spread, and I got some lube. I got down on one knee, put in a finger, easing him open, and slowly over a few minutes, I put in more fingers, till I had four fingers in him. Declan winced, but put up with it. I fingerfucked him, quite roughly, pumping my hand the few centimetres in and out of his hole, and he moaned and whimpered, (surprisingly) quite a high-pitched sound.

I noticed also that he was hard, so I used my other hand to jack his cock, his foreskin slipping smoothly over his dickhead.

“You like it, right?” I said.

Declan was breathing heavily, but he looked me in the eyes. He looked a little ashamed when he said yes, managing to get the word out between moans. Call me a sadist, but I found that a bit of a turn on, too.

I wasn’t done, though. I knew he was clean, and lubed, and loosened up, so I got up and went to glove myself up. I was fully hard, sheathed, and when I walked back to where he was, I stood over him, looking down at this “straight” guy who had just fucked me, and let him see what was coming. He didn’t look quite as arrogant as when he first arrived, but he wasn’t scared, either - maybe curious? I was also happy to find that he was still hard, even though my hand wasn’t in his hole any more.

“My turn?” I said, and Declan nodded.

“Cheebye la, just fuck me, can?” he said.

He managed to shout “fuck!” when I slipped easily into him, and I was gratified to find that he was still good and tight, and it actually took some difficulty before I could move easily in and out of him. I was standing, thrusting slowly in and out of Declan’s hole, enjoying the sounds that he made, hissing through his teeth or moaning as I pulled almost all the way out and steadily shoved all the way till I was balls-deep inside.

I leaned forward, braced my hands on either side of Declan’s head, shuffled my feet back, so that I was planking over him, between his spread legs, pretty much missionary position. I started thrusting from the hips, slowly, and then faster using my entire body weight.

One of the things that I’d realised recently (can’t believe it took me so long) that, at night, with the curtains drawn back, the sliding doors that lead to the balcony reflect the chaise longue like a mirror. They were closed, and the aircon was on, so when I told Declan to look to the side, he could see himself, vulnerable to me, getting fucked with his legs up.

I looked, too, and the sight turned me on enough that I sped up. I had to control myself, and then I slowed down again, grunting as I thrust down into Declan’s ready ass. I had one more thing I wanted to do, an idea that I had got when I noticed how hard Declan got when I finger-fucked him earlier.

I straightened back up, standing between his legs, enjoying the look on his face as I continued pumping him, nice and steady, and he gasped in what I thought was surprise when I reached down with my hands and played with his nipples, and to my satisfaction, his cock bounced.

He didn’t resist, merely gasped a loud “ooh” when I lifted his erect dick from his belly and stroked it, and as I masturbated him as I thrust into him, the sounds he was making got softer and lower, till he and I were both grunting. Didn’t take too long for him to sigh (apparently, he sighed when he orgasmed) and shoot a couple of strings of cum onto himself.

That did it, brought me close, and I knew he was watching me when I pulled out of his ass, took off the condom, and stroked my own dick. It only took a couple of jerks before I sprayed my own load on him, over his dick (which was still full, but softening) and his flat stomach. He tilted his head back, still holding on to his legs, when I bent down to have a snack, licking both our loads off his body, finishing off by gently sucking his cock, which was soft and still large.

I helped him to his feet, and he got a head start in the shower while I cleaned up before joining him in there. He didn’t seem at all bothered, and we even messed around a bit in the shower - I was still semi-hard, and I think if we’d played more he’d have found a third erection. Doesn’t matter - he thought he was getting a hard fuck as a kind of revenge, but I think I got the better part of the deal, getting the better of this hot army sergeant.

I wrapped a towel around myself, and accompanied him outside where he got dressed. He said “thanks, ah” and I let him out.

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“Looks like this is happening.”

Despite the fact that I thought I’d give my cock a rest after the public holiday fun, I found myself horny all day on Thursday and Friday. I don’t know why. I wasn’t hard, or anything, but I was noticing good-looking people around me, and it didn’t help that I was out in public both days because of work. I like a wide enough range of guys (at least to look at) that I had a lot of eye candy.

I got a couple of messages in the afternoon, because my usual bunch of drunkards was planning after-work drinks, so I joined them, at a quiet watering hole in the East and between us we killed a bottle of quality whisky. I was pleasantly high by the time that people started drifting off home, around about dinner time. There were still a few of the guys around, though.

“So, how’s the love life?” said GT. He knows that I like to have fun, and am not a big fan of love - he was teasing. I gave him a brief rundown of my busy public holiday, and his partner EJ punched me on the shoulder.

“Stud, la,” EJ said, “Hey, we’re heading off - you want a ride home? Some friends are having drinks in your part of the world, so if you don’t mind a detour for us to go home and get changed …”

Sounded like a good deal to me, so I said yes. I wasn’t looking forward to the long commute home, but GT and EJ put up in a well-appointed condo in the East, fairly nearby. Would definitely save me some trouble, and who doesn’t like being driven around?

Didn’t take long to get to their place, and I stepped out onto the wide and very private balcony to enjoy the view out to sea while they changed clothes. I was lost in thought when I felt a tap on my shoulder. EJ was standing next to me, dressed only in a pair of white boxer briefs, holding a delicious-looking glass of iced water. I felt something stir in my pants, and judging from the bulge in his underwear, I wasn’t alone.

“Thought you might be thirsty,” EJ said. I took the glass from him and drained it in a single hit, putting it down on the table of the four-seater outdoor setting that was the usual location for dinner when the boys entertained.

EJ is good-looking: used to be into school player for some water sport when he was younger, and managed to stay in shape, lean and muscular and still tan from being in the sun quite a bit. Not what anyone would call a hunk, because he doesn’t have the bulk, but between his low body fat and his visible abs, he definitely had a nice body.

“Hey, I’m thirsty, too,” EJ said, and it didn’t surprise me when he stepped forward to kiss me. I put my arms around him, the feeling of his skin soft against my fingertips, his bulge pressing against me, and then he put his arms around me. I had my back to the balcony wall so when I disengaged from his lips, I saw GT coming out on the balcony through the open sliding door, wearing some hip-hugging dark-coloured briefs.

“Wondered what was taking you so long,” GT said when he got to us, and I could see that he was bulging too. He leaned in to kiss me over EJ’s shoulder - EJ is a little shorter than me. GT is taller than his partner, and broader, too, not quite as lean, but has a good sort of bulk. You can tell that we’ve played together before, right?

GT massaged EJ’s ass while he kissed me, and EJ let out a little moan, his face pressed against my shoulder. I was feeling hopelessly overdressed compared to the other two guys, and I guess I wasn’t the only one. GT pulled back from me, and EJ did, too, but only stepped back a little and started unbuttoning my shirt. He pulled it out of my pants, baring my chest, and then he leaned forward to lick my nipples.

GT was still within reach, and he didn’t complain when I reached out my hands and felt his chest - his pecs were large, and firm, and he drew in a breath, sharply, when I ran my fingers over his nipples, and I felt them tighten as I played with them.

EJ got on his knees, and I let go of GT to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. EJ pulled down the waistband of my own black boxer briefs, enough to release my cock. He looked up at me, and I put my hand on his cheek as he opened his mouth and took me into his mouth. GT stepped next to me, and pulled down the front of his underwear, and his cock popped out, too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of: bigger and thicker than mine when fully hard, but at the moment he was only almost hard, but it hung in front of him, curved downwards, thick and heavy. He put his hand on the back of EJ’s head as EJ moved forward and backward, keeping up a steady suction. That felt good, warm and wet, and I felt even better when GT bent over to suck on the nipple closest to him.

EJ let me go, and then gave GT the same treatment, taking his now-harder dick in easily. GT straightened up and put his hand on the back of his boyfriend’s head as EJ started moving, and leaned in towards me for a kiss.

“Looks like this is happening,” GT said, after he moved his face away from mine. “We should all go get cleaned up.”

“What about your function?” I said. EJ unwrapped his lips from GT’s dick, and stood up. It looked like he was hard, too, judging by the tent in his boxer briefs.

“It doesn’t matter if we’re a little late,” EJ said, and he put one hand on my cock and took GT’s in the other and led us both into the house.

I was handed a towel and shown to the spare bathroom, and I took the opportunity to shower and clean out my ass: after last night’s question about bottoming, I wanted to be ready.

A tip: if you know what you’re doing, you can unscrew the showerhead from the shower hose, and use that nozzle to douche yourself out. Not something to do in someone else’s place if you’ve never done it before, and you have to be really careful not to use too much pressure because you can do some damage, but it’s handy to be able to do if you need to.

The boys were still in their ensuite bathroom when I finished showering, towelled myself off, and went to the bedroom, which was dark except for a low light from a lamp in the corner. It was cool because the air-conditioning was on, and I put my towel aside and lay down in the middle of the king-sized bed.

I had the perfect view when GT and EJ came out of the bathroom, two Chinese guys in their early thirties, one bulky and muscular, fair with light brown nipples and a hefty rod, the other with a deep golden tan and a triangular tanline, his cock a more average size, the same thickness all the way, with a blunt head and his foreskin retracted enough to show his pink lips.

It really turned me on.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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ploughed

The threesome with Hallboy and his friend and I took place last week, on the public holiday. (Sorry I didn’t manage to write about it until now.)

Threesomes can be fun - more fun if someone is kinda in charge of everything, and makes sure that no one is left out. I figured that job would fall to me, when Hallboy and his friend (let’s call him Gymboy) arranged to come over, which is what I made clear to the boys before agreeing. We actually talked for quite a while in a group chat, just so everyone was comfortable. I remembered that Gymboy had cold feet before.

I call him Gymboy because he looks like a real gym rat, beautifully tan, fit and muscular, defined everything, nice cutting. He’ll be a real hit on the scene: he even has a kinda straight-guy face, thick-framed glasses, a bit nerdy, long in the jaw.

When they showed up, a little after lunch, the two of them sort of looked alike, your typical university lads, you know, running shorts, singlets/tank tops, slippers, holding their wallets and phones in their hands. Both of them were pretty tan, and Gymboy looked like a gymmed-up version of Hallboy, who as I’ve mentioned before had an almost stocky, rugby-player build. That wasn’t the only difference - Gymboy wore glasses, with thick black rims, and Hallboy didn’t - but nothing about them screamed “gay”, if you know what I mean.

They kicked off their slippers at the front door, and stepped into the house. We went into the kitchen for some drinks (cold water, because they looked a little warm and sweaty, which the boys chugged down) and then there was a bit of an uncomfortable silence. I was right that I had to take charge, so I suggested that it was shower time. I went to get some towels, and then when I got back to the dining room, I handed them out. Gymboy and Hallboy stripped off very unselfconsciously (another sign of how much they gymmed), wrapped themselves in their towels and I did too. I made them drape their clothes on the dining room chairs so that they’d be nice and dry when we were done, and then we went into the guest bathroom. I’ve mentioned before that I enlarged it when I renovated, and the ceiling-mounted showerhead was perfect for us all to take a turn. It wasn’t very sexy, we pretty much focused on getting clean, and after we were done, we wrapped ourselves back up and I led them to the guest bedroom. I noticed that both of them were a little aroused, and I was, too.

I’d decided recently that I would use it for sex if a bed was required, because it’s spacious, has nothing but a queen-sized bed and a small wardrobe in it, and has a sliding door along one side that opens up onto the balcony. I had the curtains open, so it was nice and bright, and the airconditioning was on full blast, so it was nice and cool. I had left the wardrobe open. I got rid of my towel, and hung it up inside, and the guys followed suit. My supplies were in a basket on a shelf inside the cupboard - I’d prepared lube and a whole lot of condoms, because we’d agreed that we would be safe - and I took it with me and turned to look at the two guys.

I wish you guys could have been there: it was like a scene from a porno, three fit Chinese guys, half-hard … one older professional, two younger uni undergrads … one tan, more natural, hairy, rugby built guy, one gym-fit smooth fella and one highly-defined muscle guy, who is also pretty tan. The action that followed wasn’t really like a porno: it’s not really a threesome if people are taking turns, and that’s what happened.

I was the sacrificial lamb, so to speak, but we got going with all three of us sharing blowjobs: I started first, on my knees, getting two fat cocks to suck and when they were good and hard, I got to lie on the bed while the two of them shared my cock, something that I really enjoy. 

The fucking started with Gymboy gloving up and pumping me, first on my back, and then with me turned to one side, so he could fuck me while sucking on my nipple. He was pretty good, paced himself well, and Hallboy settled for just watching at first, playing with himself, and then I gestured him to join in so he sucked my cock - I had one leg bent, flat against the mattress, the other one up in the air hooked up with Gymboy’s arm, and he played with one nipple while he sucked the one closest to him, and Hallboy licked my cock.

After a while, Hallboy decided it was his turn, and he showed off his new skills by fucking me from behind while I knelt on the bed, braced against the headboard. Gymboy didn’t join in, but I could hear him breathing heavily, doing I don’t know what while I got ploughed. Hallboy didn’t cum straight away, and we changed positions, so that he took me missionary-style, my legs up and spread out: and that’s when Gymboy changed condoms and lubed himself up and took Hallboy from behind, both of them standing up. It took a little while before Hallboy got a rhythm going, because none of us are pros, and because it takes some coordination, but soon he was pumping my ass steadily while impaling himself on Gymboy’s rod. That was too much for the two of them, and with some really loud moaning, Gymboy unloaded right in Hallboy’s ass, which set off Hallboy - he pulled out of me and ungloved to jack off onto my abs.

I got them both to lick off the cum, and they went back to sucking on my junk, too.

“What’s next?” I asked, because I’d done what Hallboy had asked for, letting Gymboy fuck me before Hallboy had his turn. I figured I’d earned my own fun times with these two, after being their willing bottom.

Hallboy said he wanted me to fuck him, and Gymboy looked a little uncertain, but he said he wanted me to fuck him, too: perfect! 

I thought it would make sense to have a break, so we towelled down, had some water, and then went back to it.

I decided that I needed some time with Gymboy’s body, so we put him down on the bed and Hallboy and I gave him a tongue bath. Turns out he liked it rough - at least with his nipples. I bit them and tugged on them with my teeth and hands, and he was leaking bigtime. 

I asked if he’d been fucked before, and he said yes. I asked how he wanted to take it, and he said doggy, so I got off the bed to get sheathed and when he was in position, I fingered his hole, inserting a couple of fingers to stretch him open a bit.

Even with that prep, he was tight, and pushing in was painful for him. He seemed really into it, though - Hallboy, too, who was watching from a distance, fascinated.

I managed to get in after a while, slow in and out, going further in each time. When Gymboy groaned “fuck me, fuck me” I moved a little and realised that he had loosened enough that it wasn’t quite so uncomfortable for him, so I let him have it, nice long, slow strokes.

Boy, he turned submissive and slutty really quick - I had trouble believing this guy with his hot body was pushing back against my thrusts, begging me to go harder and faster. When I smacked his ass once, he got really turned on, throatily murmuring “yes, yes” - so I got rougher, smacking his ass a little as I fucked him.

I got Hallboy to feed Gymboy his cock, and Gymboy eagerly gobbled it down, spitroasted on our two cocks. I got into a squat, so I could give him harder, deeper thrusts, and bent over him to feel his hard body: feeling the tension in his arms and torturing his nipples (oh, the noises he made) was such a turn on, I had to slow down.

He let go of Hallboy’s cock, and asked why I had stopped - I climbed off him, and asked Hallboy if he wanted to change places. We repositioned the suddenly slutty Gymboy so that he could bob his head up and down on my cock while I sat cross-legged on the bed, as Hallboy fucked him hard. Hallboy was an enthusiastic top, and he finished off soon enough, thrusting hard into Gymboy as he filled up his condom.

Apparently Hallboy wasn’t enough, and Gymboy begged me for more. I was happy to oblige, and this time I took Gymboy in missionary, his legs up on my shoulders, doing a sort of pushup position with my hands on either side of his head. I did that for a while, and then I spread his legs and shifted positions again so that he was on his back on the edge of the bed. The puddle of precum on his lower belly was a good sign, and he was also dripping with sweat. This time, I think I hit his prostate just right, because he was pretty lost, his eyes shining and unfocused before he tilted his head back. I played with his very hard cock, and got Hallboy to torture his nipples, and that was enough: Gymboy started making some incoherent animal noises and then he bucked his hips and pumped out quite a big, sticky load that dribbled off his cock and onto my hand where I was gripping him.

He returned to his senses, breathing heavily, and smiled up at us both (Hallboy was beside me) as I kept fucking him, slower this time. I put my hand up to his mouth, and he licked his thick cum off it. I was going to cum, too, but Hallboy wanted me to do him, too - so I thought of something for us to try.

Hallboy lay on top of Gymboy, kneeling at the edge of the bed, hooking his knees under Gymboy’s thighs, and presenting his ass to me. I changed condoms, lubed Hallboy up, and penetrated him while he was kissing Gymboy. It was all right for a while, but it didn’t work too well, so eventually I pulled out, and got Hallboy to lie down on the bed: fucked him, regular missionary this time, but he was too spent from cumming while fucking Gymboy, so he asked me to stop.

Gymboy was happy to bend over the bed and let me fuck him that way (yes, another fresh condom and more lube) until I finished: just for kicks, I pulled out, took off my condom and squirted across his back. Hallboy had gone to shower, and the two of us joined him in there.

Got clean, and dressed, and went out for a bite to eat (they’d come over in the afternoon, and it was nearly six pm when we were changed and ready to go) and then we came back to the apartment for round two.

I didn’t bottom this time, although Gymboy and I took turns fucking Hallboy until he came, and then I fucked Gymboy again and the two of us finished together(ish), me pumping into my condom in his ass, him shooting while Hallboy jacked him off.

Another round of showering, and they headed off. A fair bit of cleanup, for me, after that - sheets and towels into the washing machine, lots of condoms to throw out - but I dare say it was worth it.

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Gay culture is regretting not being gay sooner and being upset at all those gay years wasted

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ASEAN Relations

Not long after my fun on Singapore Airlines (see Air Smiles), I happened to meet another Air Steward, called Alf.  We’d met at a party and he was there with his older Caucasian lover who was a little heavier than me, a little older than me, and a lot thicker wallet than me.

Alf was easy-going with a curious and innocent smile.  He was 29, and perhaps 5kg over the weight limit for a twunk (which is halfway between a twink and a hunk!).  But what he lacked in cut definition, he made up for with beautiful curves in all the right places…his guns, his buns, his thighs…everything was tantalisingly meaty. His smile was pasted on quite a wide jaw, with a square face and inviting eyes.

Conversation at the party was polite, and I learned he was with SIA also.  We chatted about his job a little, how he wanted to find something more respectable for his 30s.  Knowing he had a partner I was circumspect and wasn’t flirting – at least not in top gear.  We were all a few sheets to the wind later in the evening, when I got chatting with his partner.  Some CBD finance high-flyer with a new place on a high floor on Scott’s Road.  He was boring, mostly, but one thing he said surprised me.

“I travel a lot” he slurred over his expensive bottle of Italian beer at me, “it’s up to guys like to you keep him entertained when I’m away”.

Well!  That was a surprise. Clearly the guy had no issue with Alf seeing other guys on occasion, knowing that Alf would still be there when he got home.  Then the guy said something even weirder:

“Give me your number and I will ask Alf to call you if he’s lonely.  He’s taken a shine to you”.

Well, what could I do? I gave the guy my number, smiled and maybe winked at Alf and that was that for the night.

It was a few months later when I got a random message about 2pm one Saturday afternoon.

“Hi, it’s Alf. Remember me?”

Hell yeah I did! Long story short, he was home alone and needed some attention.  I arranged to go over, but he wouldn’t give me directions beyond his building and told me he’d give direction when I got there.  

One shower later I was standing outside a very atas condo on Scott’s Road, having crossed the elevated pathways across the water features.  I texted to say I was downstairs and had a to wait for a reply from Alf.

“Give me a minute” was all he said.

I waited some more, watching people come and go.  I held the door open for a cute Filipino guy, who any other day would have distracted me. But my thoughts were on Alf and I couldn’t wait to undress him and see the prize beneath his clothes.  I’d been imagining this moment since we first met and I was tantalisingly close to tasting that soft tanned skin.

It was a few more minutes before I got another text from Alf, directing my to his unit door.  I was oddly nervous, not like me, but maybe it was the waiting and the build-up of the anticipation.

When he opened the door he was in a plan black t-shirt with beige berms.  Simply but classy.  He led me in to his lounge, which was quite dark and small…apparently real estate on Scott’s Road is expensive and even his high-flying partner could only afford 600sqft. Or maybe it was just their SG residence.

Either way, he slid the wall back to reveal a bedroom not much larger than the kingsize bed inside. Expensive charcoal grey sheets covered the bed and I couldn’t help but think how easily they must show cum stains.

I stood at the end of the bed with my back to the ensuite, Alf jumped on the bed and sat cross-legged with a bottle of poppers up his nose.

“I need you to fuck me” he said, challenging me with a cheeky grin, the buzz going to his brain. With that, he stripped off his t-shirt to reveal brown 5-cent nipples, small but erect, set upon beautiful mounds of pectoral muscle.  His skin was tanned, and overall he looked like a guy who dragonboated up until a year or so ago.

I kneeled in front of him and reached forwards to take a nipple between my thumb and finger, giving it a little pinch and squeeze.  Alf moaned and threw his head back, revealing a sexy Adam’s apple on his neck.  I couldn’t resist so I leaned in to kiss and nibble his neck, from his ear and down to his nipple. More sighs and groans from Alf as he slowly sunk backwards in to his pillows.

My lips found his, he responded with hard and passionate kissing. His lips soft against mine but with a hard eagerness, as if he had to devour me.  He bit my lower lip, not too gently and hurriedly pulled my own shirt over my head and tossed it, inside out, on the floor.

His hands grabbed my own chest, feeling the hair between my own pecs, and rubbing his hands over my stomach.

“Just what I like” he sighed, “a guy with a belly to pin me down”.   I wasn’t about to argue.

Our lips locked again, our hands all over each other.  His palms were rough with callouses, from lifting weights at the gym.  It felt harsh and yet sensual as he caressed me all over. My own hands were gripping handfuls of his own flesh, as if testing for a ripe melon at Cold Storage.  He felt solid and powerful, and I knew that he could wrestle me to the bed.  I figured that to dominate him I would have to get inside his head and take control.

I pushed him back in to the pillows again, and ran my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear.  My fingertips brushed the head of his hard cock, nicely outlined in the soft fabric of his shorts.

He quivered a little and wrapped his ankles behind me as I knelt in front of him.  He reached for his poppers as I slid his shorts down, his hips rising to make my task a little easier.  He straightened one leg over my shoulder to allow me to thread his shorts off and they joined my shirt on the floor.

I didn’t go straight for his cock, but I laid down between his legs and began to lick and nibble up his inner thighs, nuzzling my nose in his groin.  His crotch smelled clean and manly, no overpowering soap fragrances to spoil his natural scent.  I slipped my tongue in the side of his trunks to lick his ball sack, first from one side then the other.  Alf stared out over my head, making faces behind me as I worked on his crotch.

Asserting my dominance, I sat up again and lifted his ankles and pushed then back over his head.  I pulled the band of his trunks towards his knees and was presented with his beautiful boyhole.  Darker than his ass cheeks and with a faint dusting of black hairs I couldn’t resist and dived straight in with my tongue.  I poked with my tongue, slobbering up and down his crack, tickling his taint and poking his pucker.  His sighs and moans confirmed his enjoyment and prompted me to double down. I got him to hold his own ankles high to I could get in closer, to smother myself in his ass crack, licking and dribbling in a frenzy.

At some point he shucked off his underwear and I glanced up past his cock, to see him looking off to the side with a total porn star look on his face.  A look of complete lust.  Abandonment. He was lost in the moment, a desperation in his eyes, pleading for more.

With my face still buried in his ass, I didn’t see what was distracting him, until I caught a flesh-coloured glimpse to the side.

Barely taking my tongue from his ass, I glanced to the right, to see a cut cock being stroked just inches from my shoulder.  I looked up, to see a twinky body attached, and the face of the Filipino guy I saw downstairs.  So that was why Alf had me waiting, to get this third party ready, naked and hiding in the ensuite!

“He wants to watch you fuck me” Alf said, smiling up at me. My cock grew even harder if that was even possible at that point.

I decided right then I was going to put on a good show for the Pinoy boy. It was time to work my magic on Alf’s meat pole.  It was a decent size, maybe a little average, with a foreskin that didn’t want to go all the way back when he was hard.  I gripped his shaft and bunched the skin over his cock head, sticking my tongue in to flick around his glans, getting more passionate moans from Alf for my troubles.

While I was face down in Alf’s crotch, PinoyBoy took the chance to rid me of my own shorts and underwear, adding them to the growing pile on the floor.  Alf sniffed more poppers as was going down on him, with PinoyBoy reaching between my legs to jerk my cock in time with his own.

I reached out my hand to cup PinoyBoy’s tight hairless balls, but he pulled back from my when I went to grab his dick.  I had intended to do some downhill skiing with them both, but clearly both Alf and PinoyBoy were expecting me to focus on Alf’s pleasure.

I was happy to oblige.

Condoms and lube were strategically positioned on the designer bedside table, and I lubed up my middle finger.  With Alf’s cock in my mouth I slowly pushed into him, in time with his gasps, until I could feel the hard nub of his prostate.  

I stroked his gay-spot with my finger in time with my head bobbing on his cock, PinoyBoy pulling on his own meat with one hand and my low hanging balls with the other.  Having my balls tugged is such a turn on for me, and my hard cock was slapping against my belly with every pull.

A second finger joined the first inside of Alf, I gave him a bit of Spider-Man finger fucking, while I moved up to chew on his nipples and kiss his soft and hungry lips.

PinoyBoy was now in a position to grab Alf’s balls and mine in the same hand, kind of jerking our balls. He moved behind me and I could feel the head of his cock between my crack.  He teased my hole, sliding it up and down my crack while my own fingers penetrated Alf. I wondered for a minute if he was expecting to fuck me but when I reached back for his dick, he pulled back again – he clearly didn’t want to be touched, just to do his own thing as a voyeur without actually participating.  It was crazy hot.

Well I figured it was time to get on with the show for PinoyBoy, so I gloved up, slicked up and positioned my cock at the entrance to Alf’s desperate hole.  Alf’s legs automatically shot in to the air, the soles of his feet meeting each other above his chest, presenting his ass for easy access. PinoyBoy knelt on the floor at the side of the bed, getting his face in close to watch my meat as I pushed in to Alf, slowly at first and then my full length as Alf relaxed to yet another sniff of poppers.

I could feel the muscles in Alf’s calves as I held his legs aloft; I looked down and saw my own rod buried in his beautiful bud.  PinoyBoy was tugging his own meat furiously watching this go down, so I ramped up the pace and started to pump Alf with all my weight and aggression in every thrust.

I was slamming in to him, his head hitting the wall behind the bed, Alf had one hand on the wall to push back on to me, the other with his thumb over the top of his bottle of poppers.

PinoyBoy reached up with his spare hand, and with one finger, placed it on the underside of my cock, feeling it thrust in and out of Alf.  He moved his finger up and down the length of my cock, past my balls and pushed in to my taint, causing my cock to twitch harder inside Alf.

I wondered what I could do to give PinoyBoy a better look, so I pulled out of Alf  and lay down beside him.  With a tug of his arm I encouraged Alf up on his knees and positioned him over my cock.  Alf got the idea and slowly impaled himself on my pole and the feeling of his warm hole swallowing my cock was heaven.  

PinoyBoy did as I expected and moved to the end of the bed, his chin on the mattress to get a close-up view of Alf’s hole and my disappearing meat.  I could feel him pushing on my taint again, pulling my balls and driving me crazy.

Alf got up from his knees and on to his feet, all the while gripping me tight inside him.  He squatted over my cock and began to bounce, his meaty quads straining with the work, his hairy calves gripped in my hands to provide balance.

With more space to see, PinoyBoy moved in closer and returned to rubbing the base of my cock with his finger, for a while. Slowly his finger aligned with my cock and eventually was making it’s way into Alf.  I was fucking him while PinoyBoy was fingering him and the tightness with both of us in there was amazing.

By now, PinoyBoy had knelt up the bed to get more leverage on his fingering of Alf, and he moved in close. I could feel his cut cock head rubbing against my ass crack and again I wondered if PinoyBoy wanted to fuck me.

I wasn’t in the mood to take cock, it’s very rare for me and never in a hook-up situation.  But I figured PinoyBoy was deserving of his fun too. So I pulled Alf off of being on top, and positioned him on his knees on the bed, with PinoyBoy still knelt upright at the end.  I grabbed another condom and passed it to PinoyBoy, and gestured in the direction of Alf’s Amazing Ass.  PinoyBoy just shock his head and gestured for me to carry on.

So with Alf on all fours, I got behind him to carry on my drilling of his sweet ass.  Alf seemed to like as with his head down he was able to sniff his poppers non-stop and the aroma was getting thick in the room now. Each to their own, I say.

PinoyBoy, ever the curious voyeur, lay down and scooched up the bed until he was looking up at my balls, watching my cock thrusting in and out of Alf.  That seemed to be PinoyBoy’s thing, watching up close.  This time when I leaned back and grabbed his cock, PinoyBoy left me, and I let my body rhythm fuck Alf and jerk PinoyBoy at the same time for a while.  I think that PinoyBoy even started licking my balls, or at least sticking out his tongue so my balls slapped it while I thrusted.

I was speeding up now, ploughing Alf pretty roughly, his hands reaching back to grab my ass and pull me into him harder.  He slowly sank in to the mattress until he was flat, and I was fucking down in to his ass. PinoyBoy had moved back to the side and then came around to the front to watch me fuck from above.

Getting more courageous, PinoyBoy put one leg over Alf’s back, sitting astride him but facing me. His cock was basically above mine, being jerked as he looked down at my cock sliding in and out of Alf.  Again I reached out and fondled PinoyBoy’s balls and he didn’t seem to mind.  I wondered if he would let me suck him, so I pulled his balls upwards until he sat up, and I was able to bend over just enough to get my mouth close to his cock.  He stopped me with one hand but I pushed harder and he took his hand away, basically granting me access to his cock.

So my own dick was buried in Alf’s ass, and I was craned over to take PinoyBoy in my mouth, with one hand cupping his balls.  I can tell you I was aching at this point from all the muscles in use at the same time.

PinoyBoy had been completely silent through the whole session, even when my lips covered his cut head. I slid my tongue around, using my lips to massage up and down his shaft and I had barely even started when I felt a hot gush of cum filling my mouth.  With that my drilling of Alf’s ass slowed a little, and PinoyBoy was trying to pull away from my face, but I held his butt tight and pulled him in to me so I could milk every last drop.

When I looked up, PinoyBoy look vaguely horrified, climbed off of Alf’s back and ran to the bathroom ensuite, sliding the door closed behind him.

Alf sort of turned to me to ask what happened.  “He came” I shrugged and continued to plough with renewed energy in to Alf.

The strain of the last few minutes was taking its toll on my, my arms beginning to ache.  I flipped Alf over on his back again and continued in a sitting missionary position.  The poppers were making my head spin a little but I held on to his knees and managed to find a quick and fast rhythm for a while.

The problem with poppers, for me, is that they can make me incredibly horny…but they don’t help me to cum. In fact, they can slow it down.  Time seemed to stand still as I fucked Alf and it went on for what seemed like ages. Earlier I could have come a million different times, but now I felt I had come full circle and wasn’t anywhere close.

I decided to focus on Alf again, stroking his cock in time with my thrusting. I varied my technique, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, taking my cues from Alf’s moans and grinding. It wasn’t long before I could feel his ass clench and I was rewarded with several strings of cum, gushing over my fist from beneath his tight foreskin.  Alf grunted in time with the pulses of his cock, covering his stomach in cum.

My thrusting slowed, and I pulled out. I brought my cum-covered hand to my face and licked his juice from my fingers.  Alf reached up and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his own mouth and finish to the clean up with his tongue.

I lay down next to him, and took off the condom. I was still rock hard but figured I would have to find my rhythm again to shoot my own load.  I jerked a little while, until Alf knelt between my legs and started a slow and sensuous blowjob.  I was enjoying the moment, not really feeling like I had to cum, but Alf was persistent. His tongue was working magic on my meat, his hands cupping and tugging on my balls as I lay there enjoying the sensations.  This went on for a while until Alf asked me “Are you close?”

“Not really” I said, although my cock was hard as nails and I was loving his handiwork.

“See if this will help” he said, and before I knew it he’d straddled my cock and sat back, easing on to my pole again.  He clenched tight with his ass muscles and the immediate sensation lit a fire in my groin.

Alf rocked backwards and forwards, side to side, grinding his ass on my pole.  Every second was a sweet sensation, my hands feeling the smoothness of his thighs, his lips leaning down to touch mine.  This all felt far different from the hard fucking of the last couple of hours, this was something else.  Gentler, but more intense somehow.

Alf got the desperate look in his eyes again, the hungry need to be filled.  His grinding slowly got faster, as he began to rise and fall on my meat spear. He fucked himself on my cock, now getting more violent and still clenching hard, stimulating my beyond my senses.  It was inevitable, the warmth beginning low down, spreading, rising, my balls tightening up and before I knew it my cock was spurting, milked by Alf’s ass as he bounced through my orgasm and slowed as my pulses faded. He slowed to a gentle rocking motion again, gripping and relaxing on my cock as it softened inside him. He leaned in to kiss me then fell on top of me, our hands and lips caressing each other tenderly as we had at the beginning.

We lay for a while in each other’s arms, sweat cooling on our skin, our breathing returned to normal.

“Did you enjoy my little bonus?” he asked me as we lay there.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting two loads” I replied. “He was a bit weird though, wouldn’t let me touch him and he blew his load instantly when I sucked his cock”.

“Wonder if he’s OK?” asked Alf, as he climbed up from the bed and slid open the bathroom door.

There was no sign of PinoyBoy.  Guess he must have left while Alf and I were otherwise engaged.

“Who was he?” I enquired.

“No idea” laughed Alf. “I saw him on Grindr when I invited you over, sent him your pic and asked if he wanted a threesome.  He said he only wanted to watch”.

“Guess he got a bit more than that!” I said.  

One Singaporean and one unexpected Filipino in one afternoon.  Guess I did my bit for ASEAN relations that afternoon.

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Andy

Remember Andy? https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/172796017570/bangkok-bang-quick-one-tonight-was-reminded-of

So I didn’t misread his invitation. We met up at my place tonight after work. I had a story (a Randy Man one) ready to go tonight, but I thought you’d like reading this more.

I’d forgotten how hot he was, or maybe he’s gotten hotter. Long lean body, with nipples almost the same colour as his light brown skin, and a flat stomach with hard abs hiding underneath. Neatly trimmed pubes, balls the size of durian seeds, a small uncut cock that grew very nicely in my mouth to be long and thin and very hard, with a flared mushroom head. He gasped when I pulled back his foreskin, and left it lodged behind the head, but he let me roll on a condom and lube him up.

That mushroom head hurt as he forced it into me, but in a good way, and he stopped when he hit my muscle, pushing gently against it until he pushed past it and I could feel the burn all the way as his cockhead stretched me open. He was big, or maybe I just felt it because he was long, and it seemed like he was very far in. He took me on my back on the bed, my legs in the air and spread, with him kneeling/sitting under me. I put my hands on his knees and he leaned back to brace his hands on the bed as he thrust upwards into me, magically hitting the spot with every small bounce. I wasn’t fully hard, but not fully soft, and I felt something pulsing inside me every time he moved.

I didn’t cum when he fucked me, and he didn’t either, but when he’d had his fun pumping my ass, he ditched the condom and climbed over me into a 69 position, letting me suck on his cock as he sucked mine. The thing about old lovers is that they know what you like, and he moved off me and pushed my butt into the air, lifting my legs so he could rim me till I was hard as steel and close to the edge. That’s when he gloved me up, and dripped some lube on his ass before sitting on me. I had my feet flat on the bed, my knees bent, and he slipped down on my cock and leaned back against them, a similar position to before except this time he was riding on me instead of pushing into me.

I got to admire him sitting on top of me, leaning away, my hands up on his nipples as he bit his bottom lip and moaned as he rode. His cock was fully hard, dripping precum as he sat on my dick. He’s one of the few bottoms that I’m comfortable being passive with - I don’t need to be anything or prove anything, and this is sex just for fun between two bros.

After a while, he changed his position, kneeling with his legs on either side of me, his body pressed against mine. We kissed while he continued riding, and I could feel his rod trapped between our bodies. He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth and moaned, and I could feel the warmth of his cum spilling out between us. He doesn’t stop, milking my cock with his tight ass, but suddenly that’s not enough.

I pushed him off me, and he intinctively got on his knees, arching his back to present his ass to me. His hole is pink, and puckered from the ride, and I can’t resist it. I climbed up on the bed, knelt behind him, levered my hard cock down and entered him, enjoying how he gasps when I did so. He was already loose from riding me, so I didn’t have to be gentle, and I made up for all the slow passive fucking we did earlier with a hard jackhammer fuck. Andy grunted from low in his throat with each quick thrust, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. I thought about cumming inside him and remembered what he’d done to the bottom in Bangkok.

I pulled out, took off my condom and rested my dick against the top of Andy’s crack, and after a couple more thrusts I shot my load into the air and onto his back. I smacked his ass a couple of times, said “yeah, that was good” and Andy got off the bed. I wiped him down with a towel, back and front, and he held me and kissed me.

It was only when we were in the shower cleaning up that he told me that he had a boyfriend, an expat guy, a couple of years younger than us, who was currently out of the country on business, and was coming back tomorrow morning.

I didn’t know what to think or say, so we finished up in the shower and towelled down, and he got dressed in the clothes he had come in and I put on some shorts and a tanktop. Andy showed me photos of his boyfriend (who was pretty hot) and assured me that what we’d done was completely kosher - his bf was a bottom, and knew that Andy played alone when he wasn’t around. Andy apparently had told him about me (and presumably showed him photos) before he’d come out to meet me, and was going to report back to him later as to how it had gone.

I felt better, a little better when Andy said his boyfriend was not averse to the idea of a threesome: would I pound his bf while he watched, and maybe we could take turns banging this white boy? I wasn’t entirely sure, so I made some vague promises, and we changed the subject, talked a while about mutual acquaintances that we knew, exchanged some gossip, and then Andy went home.

I typed this up after he left, and so here we are.

Now what do I do?

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Never have sex with an attached person, even if that person is your friend. LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!!

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I be your bitch

Met him in the nearby HDB estate for coffee - KC (not his real name) looked better than his Jackd photos, sporty Chinese guy in his late 20s, looked like he was fresh out of military service, or maybe he was a regular. He was cagey about what he did for a living, and I didn’t push. We’d chatted late last night, but it was too late to meet, so we arranged to have a light breakfast together in the morning at a well-known vegetarian stall.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He had a handsome face, square jaw, and thick black plastic glasses that framed his big slightly slanted eyes. His face and arms had a golden brown tan, deeper than my own light brown shade, although his shoulders were lighter down to midway up his biceps - and he had muscly arms, but not in a bulky way. Fairly broad through the shoulders, but not as broad as me - generally well-built, lean and muscular, but smaller frame than mine.

When we finished eating we walked back to my place. From our quiet conversation he said he was horny to be fucked, and that got me horny, too - both of us were casually dressed in shorts and fitted tank tops, and I could see his hard body, t-shirt tan lines and erect nipples as well as the swell in his shorts. I couldn’t tahan and I tried a move I had seen on a Tumblr video - in the lift on the way up, I licked my index finger and slipped my hand down the back of his shorts, found his hole and pushed it in. Fuck, that drove him wild: he grunted and moaned and smiled, turning his body towards me and coming into my arms so that he was pressed against me, gasping and grunting, with my right arm wrapped around him, my finger moving inside him. Lucky no one was waiting for the lift on my floor.

I let him go so we could get out of the lift, and walked with him down the corridor to my condo. When we turned the corner to the large open space outside my apartment, he pulled out his wallet and tugged down the back of his shorts. He was wearing a jockstrap (I could see the blue straps on the back of his thighs) which framed his fair (and smooth) round bum beautifully and left his asshole bare.

I pushed him against the grille gate, and squatted down to eat out his ass. It was clean, smooth and pink, beautiful, and had a clean soap smell and a hint of musk. I didn’t rim him long. He made some really loud noises so I stopped, stood up and covered his mouth with one hand and fingered him again like before. He was quieter, but very active, bucking his ass against my hand and panting and grunting.

I pulled my finger out and ran that hand up his body under his tank top, feeling his flat abs and firm pecs - not too big and bulky, but definitely hard and developed. Took my other hand off his mouth and cupped the front of his shorts. I could feel his erection as he rubbed himself against my hand.

I let go of him. KC pulled up his shorts and stepped away from the gate, long enough for me to get out my keys and let us in. He got out of his shoes and walked in ahead of me, leaving me to padlock the gate and shut the door. When I turned around, he was bouncing on his heels.

“Where do you want me?” he said. I’d put out a couple of towels ahead of time, and I grabbed them from the dining table.

“Shower time,” I said, and just like that, KC stripped off, pulling down his shorts and jockstrap in one move that let his hard cock spring up and slap his belly. It was sizeable, uncut with a long foreskin thar extended beyond the head even when he was fully hard. He also had a nearly trimmed pubic bush, and smooth pink balls that were quite pulled up, as well as a triangular tanline (from Speedos?) that left his crotch and ass (as I had seen before) quite fair. He took off his glasses, then crossed his arms in front of him and pulled off his tank top, showing his arm pits, with a neat line of hair in each. His torso was lightly tanned, too, although it was obvious that he spent more time in the sun wearing a sleeved t-shirt. He had beautiful abs, not sharply defined, but a visible six-pack nonetheless. Nice chest, too - his nipples were a slightly darker shade of brown than his skin, and they were both tight and erect, on the outside edges of his slightly mounded pecs.

I got naked, too, and he couldn’t help himself from reaching out to stroke my own half-hard cock, already a decent size even though I wasn’t as hard as him. He let me take my clothes off, and then stepped in close to put his arms around my neck and pull me down for a kiss. KC was a good kisser, and our bodies and dicks pressed together too - made me harder. I put my hands on his bum, spreading them and making him moan even as our mouths and tongues were entangled. He pulled back and smiled at me - and I used the middle finger of one hand and ran it around the edge of his hole.

“Fuck la, make me horny only,” he said, and pumped his hips, sliding his cock against mine.

Now he was making me horny, so I took him into the guest bathroom where we showered together. We focused first on getting clean, and then we played a bit - turned out that KC’s nipples were sensitive and he moaned and groaned and panted when I played with them. I turned the shower off and stood behind him, my cock nestled against the top part of his butt crack, teasing his nipples gently and watching his cock bounce, his head against my chest, his ass rubbing against my dick.

We towelled ourselves dry and I introduced him to the chaise, sitting on the edge with my legs spread to either side, my rod sticking up in front of me.

“Warm me up?” I said, and KC got on his knees, swallowing my dick and moving his head up and down on it. I put a hand behind his head and forced him down to take more of it in, and he bravely deepthroated me, and even put up his hands to reach for my chest. I relented and let him go back to a more shallow blowjob while he teased and rubbed my nipples, looking up at me to see my reaction. That felt good, and after a while I was getting too close, so I gently eased him off my cock. I leaned back on the chaise and lifted my legs, and told KC to lick my balls and my hole.

Getting my balls licked is a turn on, but when KC rimmed me enthusiastically, I nearly shot my load. He ran his tongue around my hole, kissed it and then stuck his tongue in a bit and wiggled it around, fuck it felt good.

I was fully hard, my own foreskin slipping back off my cockhead, leaking precum. Time to fuck, I thought, but I wasn’t finished with KC yet. I stood up and fed him my rod again, this time holding his head in place as I slowly face fucked him, deeper and deeper till he gagged. Gotta show a little dominance sometimes. I let him go, and he wiped a little saliva off his chin with the back of his hand.

I squatted a bit, hooked my arms under KC’s, and lifted him right off where he was kneeling on the floor - he instinctively crossed his legs behind my back and put his arms around my neck and we kissed with me carrying him. He was strong, too, which helped. I turned around and deposited him gently on the chaise, and he let me go, sliding up the seat till he was half upright against the slanted back.

I straddled the chaise, bent over to kiss him some more, and then worked my way down his body. I felt up his muscular arms while I slurped on his tits - he was completely helpless, groaning like a wild thing, and then when I held his hands up above his head and licked his pits he lost it, moaning and writhing. I kissed my way down his abs, and grabbed his cock, holding it firmly and sliding the foreskin back and forth, milking a few drops of precum from his slit. I paused to look up at him, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

“Please,” he said, softly and in a low voice, “please.”

I pulled down his foreskin all the way, freeing the slight mushroom of his head. His cock was pretty thin, the shaft an even thickness all the way up to where the blunt head flared out a bit. It was a dark red, swollen and firm, like an upside down strawberry. I licked up the underside of it, and across the slit, tasting the light tanginess of the bead of precum I had milked out, before taking only the head into my mouth.

KC gasped as I sucked on it like a sweet and let out a low moan as I opened my mouth wider, pressing my lips against his cock as I slid the entire length of it into my mouth. I deepthroated him, succesfully controlling my need to gag as I took him all the way into my mouth, my lips pressed against the pubes at the base.

“You better stop,” KC said, “I might cum.” When I took my mouth off his cock, I saw that his eyes were a little glazed, and he had both hands on his chest, rubbing his thumbs in small circles on his nipples.

“We cum together, ok?” I said, and KC lifted his legs high up towards his chest and spread them to either side. He reached under his thighs and spread his cheeks with his hands, holding his legs up with his forearms.

My supplies were nearby, and I quickly rolled on a condom. Before I lubed up, I squatted down to rim him, repeating the treatment that he had given me. He whimpered and moaned and groaned even more than the last time I had eaten him out, but this time we were inside so I didn’t stop.

I got the bottle of lube and lubed myself up, and then lubed him up, sticking a finger in (like before) and when I saw how much he was enjoying it (based on the animal grunting he was making), I put in another finger. I was finger fucking his ass with three fingers by the time he asked for more.

“Please,” he said, even lower than before, panting, “I want your cock inside.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I said, stroking my dick with more lube.

“Yes,” he said, desire and lust in his eyes.

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“Say it louder.”

“Fuck me,” he said, louder, pleading.

“Say you want my cock.”

“I want your cock,” he said, “please. I be your bitch.” Almost begging.

I bent my knees and rubbed the condomed head of my dick against his hole. His begging was really turning me on. The thought of this manly guy, quite a hunk, demeaning himself, and I was swollen and rock hard, heavy and firm.

I wiped my lubed hand against KC’s body, resting it on his chest, and then leaned forward as I pressed into him. All the fingering had loosened him up a bit, and I slipped in fairly easily, although he was still nice and tight.

“Aaah, FUCK,” KC groaned as I forced my way past his muscle, “So big!” and then I was in. Because of the angle, I was in a sort of push-up position; my legs straight, my toes against the floor, and I braced against the chaise next to KC’s body with one hand and against his chest with the other as I bounced my dick into and out of his ass, long, deep thrusts that made him rumble low in his throat as I fucked him.

We kissed as I fucked him, me breathing heavily and him groaning as I kept up the slow, steady ploughing. When I pushed up off him, and sped up, I think I hit his spot, because he changed to a high pitched whimpering, his eyes rolled up, gripping the sides of the chaise as I fucked into him.

I was pretty horned up myself at this point, so no fancy position changes. I just stood up, pulled KC down towards the end of the chaise, and continued fucking, this time faster than before. I jacked his cock as I pumped him vigourously, hard and maybe a little rough. He was moanind softly “oh, oh, oh” as I thrust into him, and I was grunting.

I was close, and I sped up a little, slipping KC’s foreskin faster over his cock in time with my thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, “Are you gonna cum, too?”

He wasn’t too far gone to reply, luckily.

“Yeah, yeah, YEAH CUMMING!” he said, squirting several thick ropes of cum into the air and across his abs as I pulled back his foreskin completely, held his cock still and slammed into him shooting my own load with my last few thrusts.

KC blinked a few times and looked up at me, the sense coming back into his eyes.

“So good,” he said, “I think I could cum again.”

I was still hard, but I needed a break, so I pulled out, handed KC his towel so he could wipe off the cum and sweat (yeah, we’d gotten pretty sweaty during that fuck) did the same myself, getting rid of the used condom. We went to the kitchen and I got us both some ice cold water to drink.

We both came again, together. And this time I really made him my bitch, kneeling behind him on the chaise, fucking him doggy style, and finishing with a deep slap fuck, one leg up, kneeling on one leg, as he jacked himself off while I reached around his body to tug on his tits. (More lube and a fresh condom, of course.)

Then I let him get dressed and kicked him out to make myself some lunch. It was good fun, although a bit tiring, and we discussed doing it again - next time maybe with some toys.

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Wow, you all really liked this. I gotta get KC back again LOL

(No, my sex life is not dictated by how popular the blog posts are on Tumblr.)

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Domination

Kyle (not his real name) looks young for his age (mid-thirties, older than me, but he could pass for a uni freshman). He’s a skinny Chinese boy, even though he gyms a lot - you can see him at the town branch of a local gym chain fairly often, in a singlet and black shorts, usually taking a class. Not much definition on him, twinky fella, except for maybe that he has a slightly more developed chest and and a tiny paunch. I find that kinda hot. Nice butt, and he’s pretty fair. Smooth all over, not a hair on him below the neck. I’m not even sure he can grow a beard.

He has small eyes and big glasses, a bit of a receding hairline that he disguises by keeping his hair short, and deep lines on his forehead. If you met him, you might guess he was gay: the designer labels he wears don’t do much to hide his gently effeminate manner and slightly anxious demeanour. He’s very intelligent, has a slew of degrees, and he sounds like someone who only speaks English and isn’t very good at Chinese. (He’s not - an absolute mess when we go to the coffee shop or hawker centre.)

I can’t quite remember which of my mutual friends introduced us. He is a submissive bottom, and he enjoys a little rough play. I’m usually a top, not a particularly dominant top, but it’s a role I play for our sessions.

This most recent one, on a Sunday morning in the last quarter of last year, was fun - for me, anyway.

I didn’t even let him into the house at first, just ordered him to strip off outside the front gate. (Thank goodness it’s a blind corner, eh? Condo architecture for the win.)

It was actually kinda hot. He was all dressed up - branded jacket, designer tee shirt (I asked him later and he said it cost him over $300), artfully ripped jeans from some cult brand, and some frankly ugly limited edition sneakers - and I made him take everything off, till he had nothing on but his underwear. I was in my usual homewear, a loose t-shirt and some comfy old shorts.

I had told him to get a cheap jockstrap, and wear it for a couple of days without washing it, so that I could cut it off him. It looked pretty skanky, and so did he, standing outside my apartment only in a white soiled jockstrap. Judging from the bulge in it, he seemed to be enjoying himself, so I thought I would extend the experience. I got him to back up to the gate, against the stationary half of it, all the way till one of the vertical bars was pressed up into his buttcrack. I made him stick his hands through the bars behind him, and ziptied his hands together, one around each wrist, and one joining them together.

Then I opened the gate, stepped outside, locked it behind me, and told him to wait.

I put on a pair of slippers and went down to a convenience store in the nearby HDB estate to buy a loaf of bread, maybe for twenty minutes before I returned. He was still there (of course) outside the gate, his bulge even bigger with a wet stain (precum, I assumed) on the front of his jockstrap. It was a warm day, and I had gotten a little sweaty from walking outside in the sun, and I could feel that I was a little damp in my shorts, stupid ball sweat. Kyle was shiny with perspiration, too. I would have to remember to get him a drink when we got inside.

I kicked off my slippers, and took my time letting myself into the house before putting the bread away and getting a pair of scissors. I stood behind the gate and groped Kyle’s bulge through his jockstrap from behind - yes, something was hard in there. I ordered Kyle to open his mouth, carefully snipped through the leg straps, and then the waistband of the jockstrap, peeled it off (it was pretty ripe) and stuffed it, dirty side first, into Kyle’s mouth. He bit down on it obediently, effectively gagged on a jockstrap soaked with his own sweat and precum and urine.

I felt him from behind - he had a nice firm body, and he moaned softly through the gag as I ran my hands over his nipples, down his tummy, and made a frustrated noise as I avoided his cock. That turned me on, and my cock stirred in the inner webbing of my shorts. Kyle’s dick wasn’t very large, but stood up nice and proud from his scraggly (but trimmed) pubes, pointing away from his body at an angle close to straight up. I reached for his balls, and squeezed them, which caught him by surprise, judging from the loud groan that I got. Maybe I squeezed too hard.

I cut through the zip ties, and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down till he was squatting on the floor. I stepped outside, and pulled up one leg of my shorts, pulled aside the black inner webbing, releasing my cock and balls and put my junk right in front of Kyle’s face. I reached for the dangling waistband of Kyle’s jockstrap, and pulled it out of his mouth and dropped it on the tiled floor. He took the hint, and licked at my semi-hard cock.

“Suck it,” I said, and he did, leaning up to take my cock into his mouth. The warmth and wetness made me harden up, and Kyle did his best, slurping away enthusiastically at my rod. I pulled it out of his mouth, and by this time it was pointing up, pretty hard. I leaned forward.

“Lick my sweaty balls,” I said. Kyle set to it, with just as much enthusiasm. Nothing I like more than a little service, and I stood there and enjoyed it. I did have an ear out for the sound of the lift - not that anyone would have come up this corridor if they weren’t heading for my house, but some people get lost.

I noticed that Kyle was beginning to sweat, from the heat of the morning and from the effort of squatting there licking my balls. I decided to give him a break, so I grabbed his hair, and told him to open his mouth. I pushed down my erection and he gobbled it up, then stayed obediently still while I fucked his face.

“Look at me,” I said, and he kept eye contact with me as he drooled slightly from being face fucked. I got close to cumming, and stopped, leaving my cock deep in his mouth, enjoying the view. I pulled out and bent down to retrieve the jockstrap, using the dirty side to wipe up Kyle’s drool from his chin before shoving it back into his mouth. Kyle sighed with relief through his makeshift gag when I ordered him to his knees, and he crawled into the house on all fours as I locked the gate and shut the door behind us.

Kyle had stopped a little ways into the house, his butt toward me. Good boy.

I used my foot to feel his balls, which were dangling loose. His sack was soft, pink and hairless, and I kicked it, once, gently. Kyle grunted, but didn’t move, taking it like a man.

I got a glass of cold water from the fridge, brought it to Kyle, and took out the gag. He sat back on his knees to drink it. I took the glass away and had a drink myself in the kitchen.

I went back to Kyle and led him to the chaise longue in the living room, got him to mount it, kneeling with his ass facing me, his hands on the top of the backrest and replaced his gag in his mouth. I spread his legs, and pulled his cock toward me, milking him gently, using my thumb to spread his precum over his uncut head, pressing into the slit, enjoying the sounds he was making through the jockstrap in his mouth. I spread his ass, smelling the musky scent of his hole and of his sweat. I was sweating, too, despite my drink of water. I rimmed him, and he spread his cheeks for me with both hands, moaning appreciatively through his gag, wiggling his bottom as I kept his cock pulled back, pushing his balls up towards me. When I finished, his beautiful pink asshole was shiny with my saliva, his cock was very hard in my hand, and his balls fully pulled up.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving Kyle in that position, and grabbed my supplies. I gloved and lubed up, then climbed up on the chaise, squatting over Kyle. I pressed the head of my fully hard rod against Kyle’s hole. I pushed him down, my hand between his shoulder blades.

“Ready for my fuck,” I said. Kyle made a noise that sounded affirmative through his gag, and I braced myself on his shoulder with one hand and guided my cock with the other. Shoving myself in took a little effort, even though his hole was slick with my spit and my dick was lubed. Kyle was nice and tight, and the little twink grunted as he took my cock deep.

Once I was all the way in, I fucked him mercilessly, ramming hard into him with long strokes, pushing him against the chaise. He had his head down, grunting and moaning, the jockstrap still in his mouth. My squat fuck position let me get satisfyingly deep into him with each thrust. Fuck, it was hot.

I pulled out and got Kyle to lie on his back, removing the gag and putting it aside. He was flushed, his face and neck red, hot and sweaty. He lifted his legs and spread them open, like the good little boy that he was, ready for more drilling. Which he got - I stood between his legs, bent my legs a little and pushed myself back in. I resumed pounding him: nothing gentle here, then bent over him, dripping sweat on him as I got deeper in. He put his arms around my neck, and I bent down to kiss him as he moaned into my mouth, then I bit his lip, continuing to fuck him the whole time.

I straightened up, put my hands under his knees, and put more effort into it. Kyle played with his nipples, squirming under me, fully hard, his ballsac a tight globe under his dick. I slowed down a bit, pushed all the way in, let go of his legs and gave Kyle some nipple play, enjoying his struggles, impaled on my cock as I pinched and twisted his nipples. His chest was red where I had played with him, and I punched his pecs a couple of times before I went back to fucking, this time holding his dick up like a handle as I drove into him.

This final round of fucking was fast and hard, and Kyle took it well, groaning and moaning loudly - if it wasn’t for the way the apartment was laid out, I would have worried that the neighbours could hear. I didn’t want to cum before him, but I was very close, so I jacked him hard, so hard that his balls moved up and down as I tugged on his dick.

Kyle was gasping and moaning, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he didn’t even come to his senses long enough to tell me that he was cumming, just spurted his load out as I jacked his cock. Because I was moving his foreskin back and forth over the head, it made quite a mess, some spurts across his body and most of it dribbling down over my hand.

I put my cum-covered hand to Kyle’s mouth and he licked it as I fucked him till I came, blowing my load into my condom. It was pretty hot, and I stopped, still inside him, panting and dripping sweat onto his body. He had softened pretty quickly after I let him go, but I was still hard when I pulled out and stepped back.

Kyle sat up, and leaned forward, opening his mouth. I didn’t have to be asked, simply pulled off my condom (careful not to let it drip) and let him lick and suck me clean. That sort of relieved me, and I went soft, too.

We showered together in the guest bathroom, taking turns to soap and rinse each other off. I got dressed in some fresh home clothes, and then went outside to get Kyle’s clothes so he could dress. His jockstrap was ruined so I threw it away with my used condom. Kyle sat on the sofa, and we chatted as I sprayed the chaise longue and wiped it down and did other clean up.

I noticed a bit of a bulge in his jeans so I ordered him to unzip - I knelt in front of the sofa, and pulled out his cock, alternating masturbating him and sucking on his dick till he came in my mouth. I kissed him and passed his juice back to him, and then I let him get properly dressed and leave the house.

Not really my usual thing, but sometimes it’s fun to dominate a guy.

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Hunk for Hire

His name is Sean or at least that’s what his profile said. I had just ended work early on Friday, feeling a little frisky I decided to try my luck on Grindr. A profile black/white photo featuring a headless torso of Herculean proportions quickly caught my eye. This guy is buff, thick almost but with a defined six pack underlying his massive pecs and arms. My jaw almost hit the ground when his display age is only 21. Just what are boys eating these days? Profile reads: “100% straight. Looking for financial assistance. In exchange for some fun. No face pic” Even if it were some despo catfish, damn that body is to die for and he’s straight to boot! But I suppose if you are looking for paid fun on Grindr, it had better be genuine. Intrigued and definitely hooked I dropped him a line. “So what kinda fun are you offering?” “Umm… how much are you willing to pay?” “Maybe $100?” “Erm just a blowjob bah” “You mean you suck me or?” “No, you suck me only. I’m 100% straight” Okayyyyy, 100% understood. From his hesitant replies, it seems he hasn’t been doing this for long. I wondered just how far my blowjob might go… We quickly arranged to meet at his place nearby. Fortunately, his parents were out for a wedding dinner and won’t be back until late. The face that greeted me at the door was a pleasant surprise. A typical boy next door look with a crew cut, striking jawline adorned with simple matt black spectacles. Still in NS I presume. He was wearing boxers and a baggy t-shirt that barely managed to mask his impressive physique. His exposed forearms were thickly veined, I believe the goods can’t be too different from his profile picture. With a furtive glance around, he let me in with a barely audible “Hi…” As per our agreement, I handed him the cash first. He took it without a word and led me into his room. “So have you done this many times?” I asked to break the ice. “Actually… you are the first one…” he admitted after a pause. I almost couldn’t believe my luck - fresh ‘virgin’ meat for today! “Have you fucked girls before?” I prodded a little further. “Er… only blowjobs… twice with my ex…” he said somewhat reluctantly, he blushed as a tent started to form under his boxer briefs no doubt recollecting the blowjob he got from the ex. Not bothering to hide his growing boner, he dropped his boxers revealing a beautiful 6 incher pointing upwards with a nice rounded head. I could barely make out the first glistening drop of precum. I guess to a horny young lad with raging hormones, any blowjob is a good blowjob. Taking my cue, I dutifully got down on my knees. I was a little disappointed his shirt is still on, but seeing his face scrunched up no doubt conjuring images of a hot girl servicing him instead of me. I decided to let it slide, for now… As the first guy to savour this straight hunk’s cock, I was gonna relish every moment of it. With a tip of my tongue, I slowly flicked off the first drop of precum. I was promptly rewarded with a surprised gasp. He clearly wasn’t expecting that with his eyes shut in fantasy land. I’ll show you how a blowjob’s done, sniggering to myself. Teasing him, I slowly Iicked my way from the base of his shaft to the tip. I did this repeatedly until his cock was completely coated with my saliva. The delayed gratification was having the intended effect, his whole body was trembling in anticipation for the embrace of my mouth. A few muffled grunts escaped him, but he didn’t protest. He shivered a little when I placed my hands on his corded thighs, and my lips on his cockhead. He let slip a quick intake of breath in response. Sparing a glance upwards I could see his massive chest heaving, his erect nipples clearly visible under the flimsy t-shirt. As his shirt fluttered in the breeze of his room fan, I caught a glimpse of his lower abs and those v shaped merman lines. My boner almost burst out from my pants at that delectable sight and I slowly started stroking myself with copious amounts of leaking precum. Then I opened up and took my time engulfing his throbbing member inch by inch into my warm waiting mouth, once he was all in my tongue got to work caressing his dick, giving it a thorough tongue massage.

Sparing a glance up, his eyes were still scrunched but his mouth was agape - like a silent ‘O’ he was ashamed to give voice to. With his dick still in my mouth, I let out a low throaty moan slowly rising in intensity, concurrently moving my mouth along his respectable length. The vibrations from my moaning caught him by surprise as he let loose a barely stifled gasp, his trembling legs almost buckled from the sensory overload. I knew then this boy was mine, the previous blowjobs he had were clearly given by amateurs. Holding his taut waist I guided him to sit on his bed. He breath was labored now, sweat glistened on his brows as he leaned back and braced his elbows on the bed. His hard throbbing cock was all the invitation I needed to proceed. As I gradually increased my pace and tightness, he had already given up on stifling his moans. Low, throaty and breathless gasps and moans would escape him. Now that he was under my spell, I would see what lay under that shirt. My hands met no resistance as I pushed up his shirt to reveal those abs of steel. 6 of them undulating with his every labored breath. I brushed my fingers over those defined ridges, relishing the feel of firm nubile flesh on my fingertips. Lying flat on the bed now, he has completely surrendered to my ministrations. Pushing his shirt up further I was greeted by two pert brown nipples, sharply erect on those massive pecs of his. At this angle they look divine, I could cum just then as my palms reached out for a feel of those pecs, pliant yet firm as I savored squeezing them. His half-hearted attempts to stop me, however, were waylaid when I deep throated him and circled my thumbs around his erect nipples. His moans were now louder and more insistent, almost imploring me to not stop. I certainly was not about to. I had to taste those irresistible pecs, releasing his cock I moved up to straddle him. For the first time, he opened his eyes in confusion but before he could say a word it was quickly replaced with an involuntary moan as my tongue set to work ravishing his perky nipples and relishing the feel of those pecs in my hands… His dick now dying for attention, eventually found itself at my cherry. His precum quickly slathered my manhole with his juice. When his cockhead eventually nestled on my hole, we both froze. He regarded me with an amazed yet confused expression as if he was now doubting his sexuality. But his cock had a mind of its own, applying gentle pressure on my entrance… I wanted this boy’s dick in me so bad. “You haven’t fucked a girl before right?” I asked breathlessly. The boy nodded, a little nervous. “Well, I suppose you can use me for practice” as I leaned down to attack his chest while slowly impaling myself on him. Going by the intensity of his moans I’d say he agreed. He had girth but not too thick, took me awhile to fit him but I let out a low moan of satisfaction as I buried all six inches in. His throbbing cock was already massaging my g spot like a vibrator. I clenched my butt in response and was rewarded with a gasp and a look of surprise. Then I rode him slow, taking my time to savor each sensation while holding on to his massive pecs for support. Taking a leaf out of my book, his hands came up to explore and tease my nipples as I rode him, sending me over cloud nine. This boy learns fast it seems. It wasn’t long before I was no longer in control as his thrusts got harder and faster, making audible slaps on my butt, each stroke pounding harder into my g spot. Now I’m under his spell, holding my waist with his strong arms he pounded into me with all the strength he could muster. His body now sheathed in sweat, highlighting the contours of his rock hard abs and pecs. It was all getting abit too much for me, I was so close to the edge. Tweaking his nipples, I rasped, “Fuck me… harder… yes harder!” between ragged breaths. I guess that physique isn’t for show as he gave exactly me what I wanted. I could hold it no longer, I barely managed “cumming!” before my torrent of cum tore itself free with the most mind-numbing orgasm ever. My contractions clearly caught him unawares and a surprised grunt was all I heard as he emptied his load into me with the most exquisite O face. I collapsed onto his cum splattered body and lay on his heaving chest as we both caught our breath. After the exhilaration faded, I peeled myself off him. I couldn’t tell if he was disgusted with all my cum on his body or just confused about what we just did. He hastily excused himself to wash up while I just wiped down with some wet wipes. There was abit of an awkward tension in the room when he came back to his room wrapped only in a towel. I still couldn’t believe I snagged a hunky boy like that (even if it was a transaction) I was still in a stupor admiring his Adonis physique as he pulled on some clothes and very sheepishly sent me off. I can’t decide which one of us got the better deal, to be honest. But I left my number on his table while he was showering with a simple note: “If girls can’t satisfy you, text me ;)”. I suppose I can only wait =)

~anon.raw

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When Jason asked me tentatively if I was interested in experimenting with being tied up and blindfolded, I knew exactly what he was asking: he wanted to be tied up and blindfolded, but didn't quite want (or know how to) to ask outright.

I'd known Jason for a while. He has a stressful job in the CBD, but I am not going to say what. He was really fit when he was younger, and now, at 35, he's still quite good-looking, but you can see a bit of the toll his career has taken on him.

White strands are now noticeable in his thick, black mop, and his skin isn't as smooth as it once was. His body still looks pretty good - it hasn't entered dadbod territory, although I have a soft spot for dadbods - but his abs couldn't quite cut glass like they once did.

He's not out to his colleagues and family and many friends, but because he's cute I've had sex with him a few times. Sometimes I top and sometimes he does, but it's generally quite vanilla - which is why I was quite surprised when he suddenly told me he wanted to try some light bondage.

*

Sure, I told him. Come over on a weekend and we can figure this out.

So he showed up on my doorstep one Saturday, at about 4:00 pm, after clearing work at the office. He was in a white t-shirt and knee-length shorts and carrying a backpack. (He always dresses like this, which is why most people don't think he's gay.)

He seemed a little nervous so I told him we'd watch something first. As he was channel surfing, I told him to take his trousers off. He pulled them off to reveal his tighty whities, and strong, muscular thighs from his younger rugby days. His quads were coated in a light fuzz. I could tell his penis was still soft underneath his briefs. I massaged his thighs gently - as my hands crept further up his thighs, he sighed.

I took that as a signal and positioned myself on top of him, the TV still blaring noisily in the background. I kissed him once, and then I kissed him again. He had some scruff, which was quite sexy, and I liked how it brushed against my chin and cheeks. As we kissed some more, our tongues clashed in our mouths and my hands found their way under his t-shirt to his chest. I found his nipples and ran my thumbs across them, which made him kiss me more forcefully. I pulled the t-shirt off him, and started pinching them softly. 

Like most Asian men I have fucked, Jason enjoyed having his nipples played with. From experience, playing with them made him moan, and his eyes would glaze over as he laid back in enjoyment.

As Jason got more excited, he pulled my t-shirt off my head and started playing with my nipples too, first with his fingers. From time to time he broke from our making out to suck on my tits. He would start by flicking one nipple with his tongue, and as it got hard, place his lips over it and gently suck on it. He would place one hand on the other chest, playing with the other nipple. He knew this drove me wild, and it was always part of his arsenal whenever we fucked.

After about 15 minutes, we both looked into each other's eyes, horny and overcome with sexual desire. I was still straddling him, my buttocks positioned on top of his hard cock, which was now straining obviously through his briefs. 

*

We went to my bedroom where I pulled out 3 scarves - one for each of his hands and one to serve as a blindfold. He looked at me, a little unsure (maybe he had decided that our standard issue hot - albeit vanilla - sex suited him just fine), but before he made any protestations I told him to just shut up and let me tie him up. He obeyed.

I blindfolded him first, and told him to lie on my bed.  Then I tied his hands to my bedposts. By the time I was done, his cock was practically bursting through his briefs. I pointed that out to him, and he said, through heavy breaths, that he had never had sex where he wasn't fully in control - it was clear the temporary loss of control turned him on a lot.

I pulled his briefs off to expose his cock - it was a spectacular thing, fair and well-proportioned, 6 inches and girthy. The foreskin of his uncut cock had rolled back a little, revealing wetness at the tip. I didn't even need to ask him to spread his legs for me - he did just that, and I could not help but marvel at the sight. Jason's body was fair and beautiful, and his broad shoulders framed his body perfectly. 

He still had his 6-pack, which was perhaps less-defined than it used to be. His pubes were trimmed a while ago, and there was a little bush now which culminated in a treasure trail that ran to his belly. It was a very masculine body, and looking at it splayed before me really turned me on.

I decided to start with his balls, licking them gently, and then putting each one into my mouth. I took my time to tease each one, giving each the attention it deserved. His cock kept twitching, like it was tied to a string that was constantly being pulled, and Jason moaned. 

Deciding it would be a good surprise, I pushed his legs up and ran my tongue from his testicles to his perineum. That made him moan quite a bit more, and I got the hint: my tongue traced a line from perineum to his anus, which was, like his thighs, covered in a light fuzz. He had cleaned himself in the office probably, because there was only a musky, manly smell. Placing my tongue on the bud, I started to probe his hole with my tongue. His moans turns into gasps - which gradually became louder and louder - and he struggled against the restraints. I knew he loved getting rimmed, so I paid his hole a lot of attention..

When I got a little tired, I put his legs back down on the bed, spread eagle. Jason was already in a heightened state: his nipples, light pink against his muscular pecs, were erect; his face and neck were flushed; his toes were pointed. His body trembled at my every touch. Every time I kissed him, he kissed me back with a fierce intensity, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, eager for more.

I gently lay on his left side and started licking the tit closest to me. My other hand flitted between his balls and perineum, oscillating between brushing against them gently and handling them with a bit more force. 

I had not actually touched his cock so far. His pre-cum leaked copiously and long threads collected in a small pool on his lower abs. 

After a while, he spoke. "Please," he said weakly. "Can you please jerk me off?"

*

At his request, my fingers encircled the tip of his engorged cock, playing with the liquid that kept flowing from the tip. I am not sure I had ever seen him this hard - his cock was deep pink and rock solid. "Please," he begged again, this time louder. "Please play with my cock."

I gave his cock a few tugs, and he moaned in appreciation. I pulled off my trousers and underwear (the front of which was soaked in my pre-cum), and reached for the bedside drawer. I unrolled a condom over his cock and lubed it up. Since he was blindfolded, this was probably when he realised what was happening, because he asked, "Are you going to let me fuck you? Please let me fuck you."

I didn't answer him. Instead, I straddled him and gently lowered myself onto his throbbing, gloved cock. This took a few tries, because I hadn't bottomed for months.

It took a while, but once I had settled in comfortably on his cock, I rocked my hips back and forth, my hands flicking his nipples. His back contorted and arched, and he gasped as I rode him. I used my ass muscles to squeeze his cock. It felt amazing to have my prostate rubbed by the cock of this handsome man.

To change things up a little, I moved into a squatting position, his cock still in me. I then impaled myself on his cock repeatedly. In this position, his cock hit my G-spot square on, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning sluttily. After having teased and played with Jason for almost an hour, it was only right to put his cock to work. 

When I got tired, I got back on my knees, and started rocking back and forth again. This time, I lubed my cock up (although I probably didn't have to; I was so wet) and masturbated myself. From time to time I would use my free hand to tweak my nipples. It felt sensational with a hard cock against my prostate - my eyes rolled into my head as my body processed the multiple sensations. We stayed in this position for quite a while, both of us moaning in tandem (he in particular going, "Dude, this feels so fucking good.")

After a while, Jason asked if I could remove the blindfold - he wanted to look at me as I came. I indulged him, by removing it, but not the restraints on his hands. 

*

I started riding his cock again, and I continued jacking myself off and playing with my erogenous zones. 

Looking at Jason as he fucked me was very arousing. With his blindfold off, Jason was pretty damn sexy. I had never seen him like this. His eyes were half-shut, and his entire upper body was flushed red - his chest especially. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass. Jason could tell I was quite close ("You look so fucking high, dude," he kept saying with a lusty smile) - I was moaning so loudly he was worried the neighbours would hear me, he told me later.

I came soon enough. We almost ejaculated together: me first, in large spurts over his torso, with a loud groan. The release was incredibly satisfying - it had been a fucking hot session, and the sounds I made as I came reflected that. As I shot, my ass clenched tightly and repeatedly over Jason's cock, and he came came into the condom, gasping and shuddering loudly as he did so.

*

"That felt fucking amazing," he said later, after a shower. "I didn't expect that."

As he put his clothes back on, he asked me if I was interested in getting together again sometime - this time, he wanted to tie me up. I'd been tied up before, and I had enjoyed it, so I told him I didn't mind. We said we'd play by ear.

It took a while before we managed to meet up again - our schedules kept clashing, and he had to keep flying around for work. But we did meet up in the end, and had another explosive session.

That, of course, is a story for another time.

[hisnameisedward]

An Evening with Elijah

I was fiddling with my phone in the changing room after a light workout at the gym when Elijah texted me out of the blue. We had some polite exchange of pleasantries, then straightaway he asked for a meetup and told me he missed having my mouth around his dick. Bold, I’d give him that. I was somewhat horny but I hadn’t cleaned up (my ass) properly - I told him as much. He was fine with doing light fun, as long as I don’t kiss him on the mouth (my suspicion was confirmed: he detests kissing).

Half an hour later, I arrived at the lobby of Elijah’s condo. I had showered hastily and changed into a fresh set of clothes, but my body was still perspiring slightly in the warm tropical evening. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the surrounding trees, streets and cars. Elijah spotted me before I noticed him and he waved at me like an old friend. I beamed a bright smile at him, and he smiled back in greeting.

Elijah was clad in army green sleeveless tee that showed off his huge biceps and triceps, while his thick thighs and ass were left to no imagination in his soft grey shorts. I wanted to touch him then and there, in the elevator, but I restrained myself. The bulge in my shorts was steadily growing and throbbing.

Once the door to Elijah’s unit was closed behind us, he dropped all pretences, turned around and gave me a proper welcome in the form of a bear hug. I hugged him back, wrapping my arms tightly around his body and impressing my warmth on him. It felt so good and familiar to be enveloped by this mass of muscles. Although Elijah didn’t work out as often as he did when he was younger, the definition was still discernible. He was a head shorter than me, which was just right because I needed only to tilt my head a bit to plant some kisses on his neck. He shivered in delight but didn’t flinch away.

In return, Elijah rubbed our crotches and made our bulges more prominent. Playfully, I squeezed his ass and he did the same to mine. How arousing! We maintained a tight embrace, with our chests and dicks meshed together, our hands on each other’s butt, our heads nestled in the hollow of the other’s shoulder, all the while swaying gently to the rhythm that we slowly discovered.

Elijah led me, while still hugging, to his bedroom. The air conditioning was on full blast, and there was some romantic pop music playing in the background. He plopped me down on his bed, then put me on my back and lifted my shirt to suck on my nipples. I shrugged off my shirt to allow him easier access. For a top, he sure has some pretty refined nipple play skills. Not only did he suckle on my nipples as if trying to draw milk, he also nibbled on them to heighten my sensations. Nipples aren’t part of my erogenous zones, but the sight of Elijah servicing me certainly stoked my passions. His hand cradled my lower back whereas his crotch and thighs pressed warmly against mine. I let out a few moans to tell him he was doing it right. I tried reaching out for his dick but it was too far away, so I settled on caressing his firm pecs and twiddling with his large nipples.

When Elijah had had enough of playing with my nipples, he swapped places with me, which was fine because I was looking for something to do. He lay on his back while I straddled him with my legs tucked next to his knees. I latched on his right nipple and fondled his left at the same time. Elijah gasped, then moaned in appreciation as I focused on his right nipple, which I now knew was way more sensitive than his left. As if in worship, I took my time to lick his firm pec in slow circles till I reached the top of the mound where his nipple jutted out proudly. Up, down, left, right, circular - I licked, nibbled then sucked it as he had done mine. Elijah’s moans reached a crescendo, and I smiled in triumph.

Once Elijah’s nipples were wet and turgid, I changed tactics by dragging my tongue starting from the space between his pecs down his torso, pausing a second on his stomach and tickling his navel, before continuing down to his black pubes, which was faintly musky, then finally taking one of his loosely hanging bull balls in my mouth. I rolled it lightly using my tongue, and when he moaned loudly, I went to suckle on the other one. I made his balls shiny with saliva while avoiding his dick on purpose. He became impatient and placed his hands on the sides of my head, yanked me up and away from his balls then guided me to his cock.

I slicked up his throbbing tool with spit, then abruptly shoved my mouth down to the base. His cock hit the back of my throat in just the nice sweet angle. I stayed still and only moved my throat muscles, expanding and contracting around his dick, which grew thicker and firmer. I bobbed my head a few times to let him graze the roof of my warm wet mouth. After a moment, he held my head still with both hands. I got the hint and stopped sucking; he took over by thrusting his hips upwards and face-fucking me. I relaxed my throat muscles and focused on my breathing, which helped me tamp down a couple of gag reflexes.

Elijah must’ve noticed I had gone soft while his dick was thrusting in and out of my mouth, so he pulled out entirely and gestured for me to lie down. He cradled me with one arm, then simultaneously sucked my right nipple and jerked me off. From my position, I could only see the top of his head, where a few grey hairs were starting to sprout. I kissed the top of his head and wrapped my arms around his back to pull him into a tight embrace. I brushed my hands across his smooth, taut skin which was warm to the touch and emanated a light musk. While he was busy slobbering over my tender nipples, I fondled his erected nips then yanked at his firm rod, which bounced freely and spewed slick pre-cum all over my fingers.

My short break was up. Elijah hopped away from me and stood next to the bed, whereas I sat cross-legged to give him a deep-throat. He held my head still and fucked my face with a greater range of motion than before. I breathed deeply and slowly through my nostrils, while keeping my mouth wide open and my throat muscles as relaxed as I could. I redirected my attention towards Elijah’s nipples. I rubbed them both till they were warm, then I focused on pinching the right one using varying strengths. Elijah grunted a bit, then continued his idyllic rhythm of ploughing my throat. When he thought I was relaxed enough, he thrust hard, deep and fast. I momentarily panicked and forgot my breath. My gag reflex kicked in, I choked and tears welled up in my eyes. As much as it turned Elijah on to see me in this state, he withdrew his shiny purple dick entirely from my oral cavity. Genuine concern was all over his face as he asked whether I was alright. I shrugged it off, calmed down a bit and resumed blowing him but his dick had softened slightly in my mouth.

I wiped away the tears in my eyes and Elijah lay down next to me. He played with my nipples and wanked my dick really fast. Honestly, after choking on his cock, I was only half-hard, but the sight of his hot bod aroused me. I let myself immerse in his ministrations and focused on the delightful sensations: his large warm hand around my dick, his tongue on my right nipple, his other hand massaging my waist.

“Tell me when you are close,” he whispered.

It didn’t take long before I felt something churning at the base of my balls, and thick white ropes of cum erupted. Elijah angled my dick so that it shot towards my chest and abs, without hitting my face or his bed sheet. Now that I was satiated, Elijah gave his cock a few languid strokes then wanked really hard. I tried to be helpful by moaning sluttily and tugging at his erected nipples, which had turned red and sweaty. Little husky growls escaped his mouth, as his cock spat out his sweet nectar, which landed and joined mine on my torso in a gooey puddle.

“Stay there,” Elijah said, then went off to hunt for some tissues and wipe the white remainder off my body.

We showered together, taking turns to use water and bath gel. I noticed that Elijah’s dick was still half-hard, whereas his ass looked so firm and enticing. With that rewarding view, I finished my shower.

Elijah kindly walked me down to the lobby and bade me goodbye. Streetlamps came on as if on cue, the sun had set but it was not fully dark yet: off I went for dinner with a light heart.

[hellotheresnothingtoseehere]

21

At 21, I had not quite come out yet even though I had an inkling that I was gay. There were the usual suspicions: I had had a girlfriend for 2 months at college, and the relationship imploded very quickly; I thought one of my male classmates at university was super cute; when I watched straight porn, I enjoyed looking at the men.

This was heightened by the fact that I had stopped dating altogether at university. While I wasn't tall - 5 ft 8, maybe - I was confident, articulate, and, when I needed to be, charming. I had also been told, by others, that they found me quite handsome. So people speculated when I told them I preferred to remain single.

*

I was at university then in the States. My best friend at the time was R. We liked the same things: small talk, stupid jokes, trying to cook but failing miserably, etc. We generally got on very well.

R was what I think most people would describe as a cute nerd. He was taller than I was, about 175 cm or so. He was bespectacled and wore nice clothes, courtesy of a wealthy family. He was very fair, and had a slightly toned chest and a flat stomach (he had taken up going to the gym over summer, and apparently his mum had hired him a personal trainer). His face wouldn't be what anyone described as typically handsome, but with his height and shape, I could see how some people may have found him cute.

I had my own suspicions R was gay. Not because he was effeminate or flamboyant (although there is nothing wrong with that), but because he had a peculiarly fast friendship with this guy, Y.  But whenever I asked R about him and Y, R would get a little mad at my probing and change the subject.

*

My 21st birthday was a simple affair. It was a small potluck in my room (thankfully, it was a rather large room with a separate living area) attended by about 10 of us. The evening ended with a few bottles of cheap wine from a nearby grocery store. As the clock ticked past midnight, each person eventually bade the remaining persons farewell. By 1:30 am only R, Y and I remained - each of us tipsy from the wine.

I don't quite remember how it started, but I believe R started asking me about my sexuality. He handled me quite smoothly when I became a little anxious.

“Don't worry,” he said. “No one is saying you are gay.” 

The point he was trying to make was that discovering one's sexuality was a long and drawn out process sometimes, and to figure that out, one sometimes needed to figure out what they liked or didn't like.

He then asked me about my previous sexual experiences, of which I had very little. I had messed around with another guy when I was 17 - he was very handsome (or so I thought at the time), but that was it. And with my previous girlfriend, I had kissed her, but on the cheek.

"And how was it?" R asked.

"It was fine," I replied.

"And did you kiss the boy you messed around with?"

"No." This was true. We had jerked off in front of each other (and at times, each other), but it never went further than that. When I was 17, I wasn’t sure how to take things further.

"Then how do you know if you prefer kissing boys or girls?"

In a state of slight drunkenness, I thought R had a point. Before long, R asked me if I wanted to try to kiss a boy - in particular, R suggested that I could either kiss him or Y. “Just to see how you feel about it,” in his words.

I am not sure if it was the alcohol, or because R was actually being quite convincing, or a combination of the two, but I picked Y. I didn't want to kiss R because, well, he was my best friend and it’s weird to kiss your best friend.

Also, Y wasn't bad looking. Again, like the typical Singapore nerd sent to an American university, he was bespectacled and lean. He was a little more tanned, but he had a handsome face - long sharp nose, large dark eyes, high cheekbones, that sort of thing. And on this evening, his cheeks were flushed pink, which I found quite attractive. When he came close to me, his lips near mine, I could hear his breathing, short and sharp.

We ended up facing each other, standing closely, each too afraid to make the first move. The moment between us seemed to stretch for minutes, although I am sure it was far less.

Then Y kissed me.

*

It was my first kiss with another man. It was intoxicating, our salivas and alcohol mixing; and it was also sloppy, our tongues trying to figure out where to go and what to do.

We stopped to catch a breath. I realised I was as flushed as Y was.

And then we kissed again. The kiss was better the second time round. Y slowly pulled me into him, kissing me with the tenacity and confidence of a 21 year old who was experienced and enthusiastic. This kiss went on for longer, and Y's hands started to grab the back of my head. My hands slowly, and somewhat naturally, found their way around his waist. It wasn't so much that I was attracted to Y (even though I am sure he was objectively attractive), or vice-versa. I think it was the fact that kissing another person could feel this good.

And then, during the kiss, I felt something brushing against my penis - I thought it was Y’s hands at first. It was at this time that I noticed that I was incredibly hard. I realised it wasn't Y's hands that had brushed against my penis, but Y's penis, which was erect through his underpants and trousers. I stopped to look at him. By this point, we had both crossed the threshold from tipsy to horny, and the rosiness in our faces less to do with the alcohol now than the exhilaration of rushing hormones.

A hand curled in front of me from behind and slipped under my t-shirt. It was R, who slowly moved his hands from my stomach to chest, rubbing my torso gently as he embraced me from the back. I was a little stunned by this, and quite nearly snapped out of this drunken revelry. Just as I was about to ask him to stop, R found my nipples and started rubbing them gently.

It was the first time I had had that done to me and it felt electric. In the moment, it felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop.  As Y kissed me again, my knees felt a little weak and I started breathing more heavily. Y’s hands proceeded to unbutton my trousers as R’s fingers continued to rub my nipples in a circular motion. I moaned softly, but viscerally.

*

"You're wet." Y said after unbuttoning my trousers. 

I looked down and saw my briefs wet with precum, my trousers bunched around my ankles.

R, still behind me, lifted my t-shirt off my head, and started to rub his cock against my buttocks through his trousers. It felt good. I stood near-naked in the centre of the room, and my moans were getting louder as the pleasure intensified. 

Y got on his knees and started to pull my briefs off, my hard 5.5 inch cock bouncing as it was caught under and then released by my waistband. I didn't quite know what to do next, but this was the horniest I had ever been - I looked at Y, mouth slightly agape as he started licking my shaft from bottom to top.  

A long trail of precum stretched from the tip of my cock to Y’s tongue. After repeating this a few times, Y placed his entire mouth over my penis and started sucking it enthusiastically. R stripped down to his briefs, revealing an average body with a flat stomach, and a large bulge - he looked intoxicated with lust. He started kissing my chest and moved to suck gently on my right nipple. One of his hands started tweaking my other nipple. It felt amazing, receiving a blowjob and having my nipples played with by two men simultaneously.

After a while, R told Y to stand and remove his clothes. R then got on his knees and began sucking me off. In the meanwhile, Y obediently removed his shirt, trousers and boxers to reveal a 6 inch penis, hard and throbbing. He looked amazing, his body taut and hard, his nipples erect from arousal, and his cock a deep purple. He walked over and kissed me, my hands finding his uncut cock and rubbing the foreskin back and forth gently to find it wet. He moaned into my mouth as I toyed with his cock.

R removed my hands from Y's cock. Kneeling between the both of us, he started alternating his lips between my cock and Y's. Y and I, standing next to each other, continued kissing. Our hands explored the other's body - Y groaned loudly as I pinched his tits gently, and I realised his nipples were as sensitive, if not more so, than mine. 

R did a fantastic job servicing us both. He played with our cocks with his hands, used his tongue to caress the head of our cocks in small swirls, and paid our balls attention - he licked mine gently from time to time, and it felt pretty fucking good.

We kept this position for about 5 minutes. Then, Y asked R to stand, and pulled off his briefs. It was the first time I had seen R’s cock. It was the same length as mine, but maybe with slightly less girth. It was fair and pink, and his pubes had been trimmed and neatly groomed. His cock was turgid and twitching. Y and I then both got on our knees to repay the favour - as we started working on R's cock and balls, our tongues meeting from time to time, R placed his hands around both our heads.

I placed my tongue on R's cock, sucking someone off for the very first time. I looked at R to see how much he was enjoying himself. R was more than a little gone by this time: he was playing with his own nipples, smiling and gasping in pleasure through his groans. My cock stiffened as I saw how much he enjoyed himself.

*

R then lay down on my bed, propping himself up with pillows under his back. His legs were open wide, his cock slicked wet in a mixture of precum and saliva. He asked me to lie on him, my back against his chest, so I did.

My legs dangled off the edge of the bed. Y straddled me and started to rub his cock against mine. We didn't even need any lube - we were so turned on that our precum spilled freely. My head rested on R's shoulders, and R again reached his hands around to find my nipples. (I think my moaning whenever my nipples were touched must have clued him in.) Whenever it felt particularly good, I turned my head to kiss R, my body shuddering with pleasure.

With Y rubbing his cock against mine, R gently teasing and pinching my nipples, and my tongue in R's mouth, I was pretty close to the edge. It wasn't long before I came. I could feel my balls tighten and my body tense, and I could barely make out the words "I am going to cum" over my constant moaning before my cum spurted out with so much velocity that some of it flew over my shoulder.

After I came, I moved a little so R could extricate himself from behind me. 

R went on to kiss Y, who was still straddling me. R’s lips slowly moved south - he started kissing Y's neck and chest before settling on sucking his nipples as his right hand jacked Y off.  Y, who was by this point pink not just in the face but also in the neck and chest, was aroused as fuck. It must have felt amazing because Y started vocalising (perhaps even involuntarily) - he kept telling R not to stop and saying how good it felt. His eyes were unfocussed, and at times they rolled into his head. It didn't take long before he whispered softly but repeatedly “I’m cumming”.  He exploded over me, bathing my chest in his cum.  

That left R, who then took Y's place by straddling me - apparently everyone’s favourite position that evening. It was Y's turn to play with R's nipples as R masturbated himself - I gently held R’s balls in my hand and played with them.  R’s strokes started gentle, and became more and more furious. It didn't take R very long, given how horny he must have been by this point, before he started yelling “FUCK” and unloaded over my chest.

*

The evening ended with me wiping the cum of three persons off me. We each took turns to shower - thank God for ensuite student rooms. 

We tidied up after that, and then they left for the night. I was definitely in a state of surprise, not quite expecting the evening to turn out this way. I am not sure if R and Y had planned this, or if R was trying his luck to see how far we would go, given that parts of the night had seemed quite spontaneous.

We never had a threesome again, and I never saw R naked again -- I never had anything for R, and what happened that evening was probably driven by alcohol and hormones.  R and I remain close friends to this day, although I didn’t see Y again after university (R and Y had a falling out shortly after graduation, and I never asked R why).  I hear Y got married and now has a 3 year old - so maybe he was bisexual after all, and kept to a conservative decision in the end. 

To this day, I think of my 21st birthday fondly.  Not everyone’s first time at sex involves a threesome, and not everyone’s first time at sex works out this well, and for that, I’m thankful. 

[6sg-deactivated20180604]

Hot and Sticky 2

CONTINUED FROM https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/171592354844/hot-and-sticky-another-story-that-ive-pulled

[Another story that I’ve pulled from @hotnhumid ‘s Tumblr so I can restore it. I can barely remember writing this, but it’s got a lot of details about my place, so you might like it. Between then and now, I had to renovate the guest bathroom again, because of a waterproofing issue, so I took the opportunity to have the shower area changed - no more double shower head, just a single rainshower head. I think the rest is the same. Enjoy: this is a long one, originally presented in four parts. I’ve split it into two.]

“I want to fuck now,” he said. Honestly, it was a little scary how intense he was.

I got a couple of towels from the stack I had placed next to the sink, and tossed one to Doug (who looked excited, so perhaps it was turning him on). I stood behind QH and started to towel him off. Doug got the hint, and started to dry QH off from the front - and got pulled into a kiss. I think QH was more into Doug than me, which was only to be expected.

I was hoping that towelling him down would cool things off a bit, and once he was dry and let go of Doug, we dried ourselves off too. I led the guys to the living room.

I explained the set-up, enjoying the feeling of the cool night air catching the last bits of moisture on my skin. The guys looked good, I have to say: Doug had a half-smile on, standing there with his cock in his hand, his twinkly bod looking even more pale compared to QH’s compact lean tan frame. QH was a little less hard, I think, but his foreskin was still retracted, and his mushroom top looked even more impressive.

“So how?” Doug said, once I’d finished explaining.

“Fuck you like a dog, la,” said QH, so Doug adopted the position, positioning himself so his butt was in line with the bottom edge of the chaise. QH lubed Doug up quite carefully, slapping his ass a few times (Doug yelped each time, happily) and then QH rolled a condom over his rod and smeared on a liberal amount of lubricant.

I was enjoying the show, very much like a Japanese porno. QH turned to look at me and said “Come, let the bitch suck you, make you hard”.

I sat at the top of the chaise, my back against the headrest and my feet on the floor on either side. Doug eagerly took the first part of my cock into his mouth, and began a slobbery suckjob and I couldn’t help but let out a whimper. I saw that QH was watching the action, although from his angle, I doubt he could see much more than the back of Doug’s head. I leaned back, and put my hands on my nipples, rubbing them for a little extra stimulation.

That’s when QH entered Doug, firmly and not gently, but also carefully. Doug played his part well, letting out a high-pitched whine (but never stopping his slobbery licking of my head). I knew it was an act - I’d fucked Doug often enough to know that he was a quiet fuck, likely to yelp or let out a low moan from time to time but mostly just stay silent, even when he was energetically bouncing on my cock in reverse cowboy.

QH fucked Doug hard, a steady rhythmic pounding. He had his hands on Doug’s waist, and Doug kept up his noises, sounding like an unwilling bottom boy from a porno movie who was resisting even as he was enjoying it. The view was so good (and Doug was doing such a good job sucking my knob) that I had to stop. I gently disengaged from Doug’s hot mouth, and went to stand next to QH so I could watch his cock sliding in and out of Doug’s manhole.

QH wrapped one hand around my cock, and jacked it in time to his thrusts. He grinned at me, and surprised me by leaning over for a kiss. I kissed him back, fondled his nipples (he didn’t have large pecs, but his lightly-mounded chest was definitely sexy), as he continued to plough the boy on my chaise.

I ran my hand down his back and felt the muscle in his flat butt flexing as he thrust into and out of Doug. I must have gotten too close to his crack, because he broke off the kiss.

“No, don’t. I’m pure top,” he said, quite strongly. I hadn’t been trying anything not because he wasn’t attractive but because we’d agreed ahead of time what everyone was comfortable with. I didn’t realise how off-limits QH’s ass was, but I respected that fact, and slid my hand up his back.

QH surprised me again. Maybe it was because he felt bad for taking that tone with me. I don’t know.

“Your cock quite big, ah,” he said. It’s not, really, closer in size to the average Western dick than the average Asian one, in my limited experience, but perhaps he noticed that it was thicker than his.

“I suck for you,” he said, and then when I didn’t say anything (I was a little stunned), he pulled out quite abruptly (Doug made a disappointed final moan) and got to his knees, pulling off his condom and chucking it in the small waste bin I had prepared. I turned to face QH more squarely, and he gripped my cock with a couple of fingers right at the base. He bounced my dick up and down a couple of times, like a toy, before putting it in his mouth - and scraped it with his teeth.

I moved a bit, and QH looked at me apologetically. I assume he’d felt it, too, and he readjusted. He was trying hard, but he wasn’t as good at it as Doug - but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. An average blowjob is better than nothing at all.

Doug had rolled over and was sitting on the chaise. I bent over to kiss him, and at least that kiss was familiar. He knew me well enough to reach out his hand to tease my nipple. Bending over to kiss him was a little uncomfortable, so I straightened up after a while.

QH stood up as well, but kept a hold of my cock. He was like a dog with a bone. He pushed Doug back till he was lying on his back, with his feet flat on the ground off the end of the chaise. QH dragged me into position, then let go of my dick so he could get a condom. He stood behind me and put his arms around me to roll it on, pressing his cock into my butt crack in the process. As he put some lube on my dick (clearly this was going to be handsfree on my part) he pressed in harder.

“Can let me anal you?” QH said. I declined, and explained that I hadn’t had a chance to prepare. (It’s not like in the movies - a gentleman cannot receive visitors through the rear entryway at the spur of the moment.) I was hoping he would get the hint. I wasn’t in the mood to bottom for him (or for anyone) but I didn’t want to offend.

Doug had by this time lifted his legs up, over his head, and had clamped his forearms under his thighs to hold them in place. Doug’s butthole was still sloppy with lube, and QH guided me in. I was still handsfree - QH had his arms on either side of me, his hands spreading Doug’s cheeks open, and he was pushing me from behind, his unsheathed boner resting in the crack of my ass. I didn’t know what to do, but I needed to hold on to something, so I put my hands behind me and held on to the sides of QH’s butt.

Pressing in was easy enough. Doug was still open enough from QH’s fucking that I managed to push all the way in without any hesitation, going slowly. Doug obliged with a series of whimpers and moans that almost, almost turned me off. But I was hard and inside him, and it felt good.

Pulling back out was a bit dicey - I had to push against the weight of QH, who was leaning on me. I think he wanted to fuck me pretty badly and perhaps hoped to slip it in without me noticing or wanted the sensation of something rubbing against his cock. Took a couple of tries but we managed to get into a rhythm, with QH leaning hard on the way in but then pulling back as I withdrew. It was still really uncomfortable for me.

“Careful,” I said quietly, “if you go in it will be dirty.” I don’t think Doug heard over the sounds he was making, but QH did, and he stepped back. He walked around to the side of the chaise, and slapped his head against Doug’s cheek. I put my hands on Doug’s calves and started a nice hard pump, and Doug turned to one side to suck cock. I found myself grunting as I thrust, and Doug was moaning with his mouth full. QH winked and smiled.

“You fuck him until he shoots ok? Then when I take over he can concentrate on my feeling,” he said. Clearly QH had his own idea of how it would go, and it didn’t include helping Doug cum, only to use Doug’s hole for his own pleasure.

Doug didn’t comment, but then he had his mouth full of QH’s cock. QH was pumping his hips, face-fucking Doug. Guess he wanted to get the use of all of Doug’s holes.

I looked out to the balcony and wondered how late it was. It sure seemed like it had been a while, and I had work the next day. Probably best to go along with QH and get the guys out of there so I could go to sleep. I could leave them out in the living room and go to bed first, but I decided I didn’t like QH all that much.

I took my own pleasure first, giving Doug a good ramming. I didn’t speed up or anything, but I knew a steady pump would get his juices flowing. I put my right hand around his cock, and jacked him in time to my thrusts, watching as I squeezed out a trickle of pre-cum. I bent my knees and angled my thrusts a bit, hoping to hit Doug’s prostrate, and when his moans got lower and softer, I knew that I had found it.

I saw that Doug had stopped sucking QH’s cock, and had tipped his head back. I was pretty sure his eyes were closed, or rolled back up into his head, but I wasn’t sure because I couldn’t see.

QH was standing by the chaise, jacking himself off. He stepped forward - I thought he was going to feed Doug his cock some more - but instead he let go of his cock, which jutted up at an angle, and reached down to tweak and rub Doug’s nipples. This got Doug moaning louder, and that turned me on more. Seeing QH’s proud hard cock was also affecting me, if I had to be honest.

I sped up, feeling the pressure in the pit of my stomach telling me that I was about to cum. Doug’s cock twitched in my hand, and I could see his balls moving a little. Ploughing him felt so good, and when I felt him tightening around me, I lost control and starting shooting, slamming deep into him, a spurt for each thrust. Thank goodness for the condom.

Doug had no condom, so he just shot his load high into the air and across his body. It was his ejaculation that had made him tighten his ass, his orgasm that had triggered mine.

I continued pumping, slower this time, my cock still hard. QH was standing beside me, waiting to take over, a freshly lubed condom already on his dick. I pulled out and he pushed in almost immediately, and fiercely started fucking Doug.

I got rid of my full condom and moved to the side, taking QH’s place. I licked the puddles of jizz off Doug’s body, and moved down to suck his softening cock, which made him cry out a little. That seemed to remind him, and he resumed his (fake) sex noises, as QH rapidly drilled him. QH was also making loud grunting noises as he sped up, and suddenly he pulled out, and rushed over to Doug on the other side. I straightened up to watch as he pulled his condom off with a loud snap and then jacked his cock. Doug closed his eyes and QH unloaded a big thick load, dribbling right into Doug’s face, before pushing his cock into Doug’s mouth. Doug sucked on the head a while before QH pulled back.

The two guys smiled at me, and QH said “damn shiok, la”. His cock was softening rapidly.

“I go shower first,” he said, and headed for the guest bathroom. I grabbed some tissues off the side table and wiped the cum off Doug’s face. He sat up, grabbed the tissues from me and swiped at his body and cock.

“Where did you find him?” I said.

“Some Grindr fella,” he said, and leaned forward to kiss me. We kissed for a while, and then talked a bit about nothing important till QH came out of the guest bathroom, fully dressed.

We said our goodbyes and he headed off, and then Doug and I showered together (with a little more kissing and messing around) and then I saw him off at the door.

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Hot and Sticky

[Another story that I’ve pulled from @hotnhumid ‘s Tumblr so I can restore it. I can barely remember writing this, but it’s got a lot of details about my place, so you might like it. Between then and now, I had to renovate the guest bathroom again, because of a waterproofing issue, so I took the opportunity to have the shower area changed - no more double shower head, just a single rainshower head. I think the rest is the same. Enjoy: this is a long one, originally presented in four parts. I’ve split it into two.]

As I said, I don’t usually play on Sunday nights. I’ll mess around early evening, maybe, if it’s a quick pump n dump or a blow n go, but anything more complex and I’m ruined for work on Monday morning.

I meant to write this up after everyone left that night itself, but it was so late that I had to go straight to bed. I’m actually still a little wiped, to be honest. You can’t make up for lost sleep, I know. My fault for being … greedy, maybe, or horny. I don’t know which one. Probably both.

I was responding to some Tumblr messages and queueing up some new posts when I got a WhatsApp message from a friend. Not all my friends are friends with benefits aka fuckbuddies, but this one was.

A couple of years younger than me, Doug (not his real name) is a bit of a party boy, loves to dance. Doesn’t do the party drugs because he doesn’t need them: that’s how much he loves the club life. I almost think he loves the partying more than sex. Not that he’s bad in bed - he’s an enthusiastic and energetic bottom, fucks like he dances - but really comes alive when we hit the dance floor. No time for romance, that one, so in a lot of ways we’re a good match. He knows I’ll happily go dancing with him (straight club, gay club, whatevs) if he asks, and I know he’ll happily hop in my bed if I ask, so it works for both of us.

Anyway, Doug wanted to know if he could bring someone over for sex. This isn’t an unusual request from a fuckbuddy - I’m not running a hotel - but not a frequent one. That’s because my usual rule is that I get to join in if I want to (and sometimes I do) and that they confine their activities to the public areas of my apartment - living room, dining room, balcony, and my guest bathroom. (I gotta tell you about that, sometime.)

In this case, Doug wanted me to join in. The other guy had a fantasy of being sucked off by two guys at the same time and also of sharing a bottom (Doug) with another top, like in a Japanese porno, Doug said. Hot threesome in my place, sounded good to me. I should have realised that a threesome takes longer than just two people, by quite a bit, because while two guys are going at it, one guy is resting, and that means that at any given time there’s always someone who’s hard and needs some attention.

So I wrote the note that I left on my Tumblr last night, and set to clearing up the place. One of the things I do when I’m tidying up is to put my valuables away and lock the bedroom doors. Basic precautions, really, especially since I might leave the guys halfway and go to bed. No sense in creating temptation.

I also wanted to check the bathroom. One of the things I included in my renovations was to re-do the guest bathroom. It used to be basically just a sink and a toilet, but I had carved out some extra room from the adjacent study. Now the bathroom was tiled all in white, almost all the way up the wall, and on the far end, away from the sink, were two shower heads sticking out of the wall, with four taps (two hot, two cold) a ways underneath.

I’d also put in a door leading to the former study, which was now a walk-in wardrobe and changing room, which even has a sink and a vanity. The room is big enough that I could probably hang a sex sling in there but that would be weird. Bad enough that my guest bathroom has enough room for two guys to shower separately, or four, maybe five guys to shower together.

I had tidied up in there when the doorbell went off. I didn’t even have time to shower - Doug must have been close by when he messaged me earlier. Never mind, I thought, we can all get cleaned up together, and then I went to buzz them up, Doug and his top friend.

I waited by the gate, and they both kicked off their footwear and came in. Doug had on some dark green slippers, and his friend was wearing camouflage skateboard shoes with no socks.

Actually, both of them were quite casually dressed, in graphic tees and baggy basketball shorts. I suppose I couldn’t really expect anyone to be more dressed up on a Sunday night - I was wearing an pair of boxer briefs that I had demoted to house wear, and a comfortable cotton tee that I used to jog in but was a little too threadbare to wear out.

I got the guys some cold drinks, and Doug did the introductions. They basically met on Grindr, and got talking and Doug thought that we could give his friend what he wanted. Actually, friend might be too strong a word for the hot top that he’d picked up.

And QH (also not his real name) looked good in his t-shirt. He was around the same age as Doug, in his late twenties, with a nut-brown tan that told me that he spent a lot of time in the sun. He was average height, with neatly-trimmed hair that framed a cute/handsome face, quite manly but with a little softness, like a boy who hadn’t quite grown up. He was long through the torso, and while he wasn’t built, he was compact. Not skinny, more what they call lean and muscular in Grindr ads and Tumblr captions.

Certainly more muscular than Doug, who goes to the gym regularly enough, but is still skinny. He is almost painfully average: average height, average Asian build, average cock. He looked good, though: thin is almost always in. His small butt was firm and rounded, and he almost always managed to stay hard when getting fucked. But no one would mistake him for a sportsman.

There was some shy conversation over the drinks, until I decided that I had enough. QH became a bit bolder about explaining what he wanted, and Doug, well, Doug was happy to go along. Once I understood my role, it was easy enough to suggest a plan of action which the other guys were quick to agree on.

We would start by getting cleaned up, and then we would have some shower action, with QH enjoying having two men servicing his cock. Then we would get dry and move the action to the chaise longue, where QH and I would take turns in Doug’s ass. All safe, all sane, and we would be done by eleven or so.

Yeah, plans don’t always work out.

I let the guys start first, while I went to the living room to wipe down the chaise with some antiseptic wipes. I opened the doors to the balcony, letting in the cool night air. When I got into the guest bathroom, they were already naked and showering. Nothing too erotic at first, lathering up separately and scrubbing themselves down, separately. I watched for a bit, then took my clothes off, and walked towards the showers. By this time, QH had finished, and was stroking himself and watching Doug, who was conscientiously cleaning his bottom.

I had a short hose and bidet spray installed at one of the showers when I renovated, and Doug was using it to clean out his ass. Nothing messy, fortunately - I think he had cleared himself at home before coming out - but it was kinda hot watching him fill himself up with water and then squat and spray it out, before using the hose and washing the residue down the drain.

He finished and stood up, and QH moved over to join him under the shower, freeing up the other head for me. Both guys were semi-hard, their cocks similarly pale and  with full foreskins. QH was long and slender, with what looked like a nice bulbous mushroom head, and Doug was average length, same thickness all the way down.

I focused on getting myself clean, and when I was done, I saw that the other shower was off. Doug was sucking on one of QH’s nipples, jacking their cocks together in his hands. I turned my shower off, too, and went to join them, getting on my knees in the wet shower, pressing my lips against their hard rods, and feeling Doug’s move away for me to lick up and down QH’s long meat. His was not as fair as Doug’s, I saw now, and as I licked the length of his shaft, Doug joined me, his face below mine but on the other side, (I think) paying attention to QH’s balls.

He licked up the other side of the shaft and our mouths met over QH’s head, our tongues flicking over and around it. We stared into each other’s eyes as we kissed QH’s head and each other. Aside from the wet sounds of our mouths on his meat, we could hear QH moaning and murmuring dirty talk “yes, mm, you like that, yeah …”

Doug looked at me and we exchanged a look - he stood up and I moved forward and around so I was facing QH’s rigid erection. I pulled back his foreskin with one hand, revealing a beautifully pink mushroom head, and licked around the underside of it. He jerked, and said loudly “fuck, I’m gonna pee, ahh” and he lost control, spraying my face and chest with his urine. I looked up, and he looked a little panicked, and then relaxed when he realised that I wasn’t bothered. Doug had stepped away to one side.

I reached for one of the taps on the wall and turned the shower on, and it sprayed over QH’s shoulders. This time he stepped to one side, letting the shower wash me clean, putting his cock forward to wash it, too. I turned around, still on my knees, letting the spray hit the back of my head and then backed up till I was leaning back against the wall with the taps next to my head.

Doug knelt next to me and QH took the hint, stepping forward to feed us both his cock. We leaned forward to get it, and this time Doug took the whole of QH’s rod in his mouth, and I bent down further to lick QH’s balls as he held Doug’s head and face-fucked him.

“Yeah, good, suck it,” he said. QH was not gentle at all, and I think Doug liked it, judging by the moaning.

“Your turn, suck me,” QH said, abruptly pulling his cock out of Doug’s mouth and tilting my head up with his hand and feeding me his cock. I looked up at him, up over his wet abs and chest, meeting his eyes. They were shining - I guess he was really turned on. I moved my head back and forth, taking his cock in deep, but I guess it wasn’t enough because he took a step forwards, his legs on either side of my knees, pushing me back until he was in all the way, and then face-fucking me roughly, filling my mouth with his dick and hitting the back of my throat with that mushroom head of his.

He held my head in place with his hands, and I appreciated that he was protecting me from hitting the wall - my back was against the cold tile - and he pumped my face. Doug was standing up and sucking on QH’s nipple and playing with the other one with his hand, and all I could do was drool as QH drove in and out of my face, making animal grunting noises. He only had eyes for me, though I think he was watching his cock slip back and forth through my lips.

He pulled out of me and I wiped the drool off my chin - his cock was even harder now, and the head was a dark purple, shiny with my saliva.

“I want to fuck now,” he said. Honestly, it was a little scary how intense he was.

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Encounter

The room is dark, but not pitch-black.

I can’t see much, but I can hear the high-pitched whining of some bottom getting ploughed nearby. There’s also some music playing, some electronic music with a strong bass beat.

I’m sitting on a thin foam mattress covered in black vinyl, on top of a platform that’s built into the wall. My legs are spread, and my back is leaning against the wall. The guy who’s sucking my cock looks a little younger than me, twenty-five at a guess. I know he’s cute, because I had a good look at him in the corridor outside when he walked past me, and then again when he passed me again, and again before I got tired of his shyness and grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest empty room.

All I can see of him now, though, is the top of his head. His mouth is warm, and wet, and he’s concentrating on pleasuring me, moving his head up and down on me. His hands are on my thighs, and they seem quite big. Maybe he’s hung?

I lean forward and gently pull his head away from my crotch. He looks up at me, and I can just make out his eyes. On a whim, I pull him towards me and kiss him. I imagine I could taste myself as our tongues flick against each other, but really all I can taste is his saliva, indistinguishable from my own.

I let him stand up, run my hands across his shoulders. He’s slender. I keep going, feeling his chest. His small pecs are smooth, and firm - I would guess that he exercises regularly. Not at a gym, not enough bulk or definition, but more like a runner. I stop at his nipples, and he gasps softly when I move my thumbs over them.

The background music has changed - and now I can hear a low throaty moaning coming from another direction. Someone else getting it good nearby, I expect.

I explore further down. A flat stomach, not much smaller than his chest, but I can feel his abs. As my hands move down past his navel, I feel something brushing against them. He is hard, and pointing upwards, and as I expected from his hands, he is large. I take him in one hand, and feel up and down his length. Narrow at the base, fat in the middle, and a smaller head. Uncut, too, but because he’s so hard, his foreskin has shortened, leaving the lips exposed. When I run my finger over it, I find that it’s wet.

I take a firm hold, and pull back his foreskin. It slides back, easily, and lodges behind his small head. He gasps again.

The high-pitched bottom has stopped, but so has the music, and I can hear more, softer groaning and moaning, from the rooms around us. I bend over, my legs still spread wide, my hand still wrapped around his dick and put the guy’s cock head in my mouth. I suck on it like a sweet, and I play with his balls (small, pulled up a little) with my other hand.

He leans forward, whispers urgently.

“Fuck me.”

I get off the platform, go to the station by the door with lube in a pump on the wall and condoms in a small basket next to it. I take a condom, rip it open and throw the foil into the wastebasket on the floor. I roll on the rubber, get a couple of pumps of lube into the palm of my hand, and I rub my cock. I am good and hard, pointing up and away from my body.

On a whim, I unclick the catch on the door. It doesn’t open, but anyone who stops to listen will probably discover that it’s unlocked. That gives me a bit of a thrill. I get another pump of lube, and walk back to the guy, who has taken my position on the platform, holding his legs together in the air with his hands on the outside of his legs.

As I feel around with my free hand to find his hole to lube it up, I discover that it’s already slick. He’s probably already been fucked today, which makes his erection all the more impressive. I lube him up anyway, rub my hand against the underside of his thighs, and place my dick against his hole. I lean forward, and push - and go in easily enough, steadily, all the way. It feels good, though, having my cock in this guy.

I put my hands against his legs, and then I fuck him. The music hasn’t come back on, so now everyone around me gets to hear my grunting and his soft moaning join their own sounds. The sound of me slapping against him seems loud, but since I can’t hear anyone else’s, I assume it won’t travel past the walls.

Remembering the open door, I turn my head, but I don’t stop or slow down. This is a good position and I’ve hit a good rhythm, a slow steady pump moving most of me in and out of him. He seems to be enjoying it, judging from the sounds he’s making - and other people are, too, since the door seems to be almost halfway open. I can’t see much, but I think I see a few heads looking in, and maybe I can hear some people jacking off.

I want to finish, and decide I don’t need an audience. I pull out of him (he makes an indignant sound) and I pull him off the platform, my body between him and the open door. I manhandle him, turn him around and bend him over, spreading his legs. I lean over him, and whisper in his ear.

“Wait for me.”

He grunts unhappily, but stays still.

I step away from him towards the door. The people watching quickly vanish - Singaporeans are so shy - and I ease it shut, pump some more lube into my hand, and rub it on my cock. I stop to look back: even in the dark he looks impressive, bent over, his rounded bum waiting for my cock, his legs confirming my suspicion that he runs.

I decide he’s waited enough, and I walk over. I bend my knees, position my cock a little under his hole (or where I think his hole is) and straighten up, pushing myself into him quite hard and roughly. He stifles a yelp, and half-pants, half-moans as I fuck him: about the same pace as before at first, and then I slow down, pulling out steadily almost all the way before thrusting in hard. Both of us grunt loudly every time I push in.

I lean over him, and push myself in as far as I can go. I fuck him that way, moving my hips so that I move a little bit inside him. I reach around to put my hands on his chest. I find his nipples and play with them, gently at first and then rougher, and he actually wiggles under me.

“You ok?” My head is behind his.

“Yes, yes!” He says, urgently.

I take this as a cue that I shouldn’t stop, and I realise that he’s pushing back against me. He must want me further in him, or to move more. I can’t go back to the longer strokes while keeping up the nipple play, though, so I pull out and get him to resume his earlier position in the platform. This time I make him spread his legs apart. He supports himself with his hands. His erection is still full and hard.

I don’t bother lubing up again. I push back in, and get back to work. Medium thrusts, no pause at the beginning or end, just steadily in and out and in again. Because his legs are spread, I have access to his body, and I get back to playing with his nipples. He likes it rough, it seems - as I twist and pinch his tits, he moans more loudly and writhes under me.

I take one hand off his chest, and grab his cock. I’m close to cumming. It would be good if we came together. I jack it (good thing my hand is still a little slick from the load of lube when we changed positions) and he makes different noises, quieter but more husky, grunting. He takes one hand off a leg, and puts it on the nipple that I am not playing with. He’s even more aggressive than I am, pinching and pulling on his nipple, and I mirror his actions as best I can. This turns me on, so I speed up my thrusting and my jerking. I feel a pressure rising in the pit of my stomach and deep in my balls, and I know I’m close. I stop jacking his cock.

His noises become more urgent and he grunts once more and goes quiet, and then I feel his hole tightening and loosening over my rod, his cock pulsing in my hand as spurts of cum shoot out, a huge load. The sight of it triggers something in me, and I cum myself, thrusting in time to each shot, a hard thrust into him each time I squeeze out a spurt.

I resume my stroking of his cock, and milk out the remainder of his cum. He softens in my hand. I lean over, still inside him, and he leans up, and we kiss again.

He says “thank you” out loud, but I’m not done with him.

“Not yet.”

His eyes widen in surprise, but he makes no move to get up. I straighten up and pull out of him, still hard, the tip of my condom full and drooping. I pull it back into my cock. I can feel my juice on my dickhead.

Feeling a little perverse, I scoop up some of his load with my fingers. There isn’t much of it, since it rubbed on both our bodies when we kissed earlier. I smear what I can get on the top of my dick, scoop some off my lower abs, and smear it on the underside. I can just about see the lube on my condom, foamy white from the churning fuck I gave this guy. I reposition myself and push back in.

The music has started again. But it’s late, and there’s a lot of fucking going on. I can hear it.

The thought of fucking this guy with his own cum is hot. I start fucking him again, nice and slow, and reach up with my cum-slicked fingers to his mouth. He sucks them, and turns me on even more, knowing he’s getting to taste his own fluids from his ass and his cock.

I push in, slow, and lean forward to kiss him to get my own taste. I move my hips, continuing to move inside him as we lock lips. I stand up again, and keep fucking him slow, long strokes, out and all the way in, out and all the way in. I can feel a second tide rising, so I speed up. I am not gentle. My body slams into his, hard and insistent. My cock is, if possible, even harder than before. My balls are pulled up tight.

He doesn’t get hard. But it seems like he’s enjoying it - new sounds, this time, more gasping. He has his head tilted back, his arms spread out. If there were sheets, he’d be gripping them. Still no words. Me neither, I’m just grunting.

The second fuck is rougher than the first. More simple.

I lose myself a little. I move inside him, I feel him wrapped around me, I bend over, grip on to his waist, drive my dick (which feels huge and heavy and strong) into him over and over again. I slow down and stop when I realise he’s saying words.

One word.

“Please.” Hoarsely, whispering it over and over again.

I pull out, and that’s when I realise he’s cum again, a thin dribble but still a fairly large amount. I feel myself, and I’m sure that I am bigger, my cockhead more swollen.

He looks up at me and smiles. My concern disappears.

“You haven’t finished yet?” he says.

I shake my head, no. He’s breathing heavily. I realise both of us are covered in perspiration.

“I make tighter,” he says. He turns his legs to one side, pressing them together. He looks up at me as I push back into him - and he is, tighter. I have one hand on his hip, the other one out into the air, as I resume thrusting.

Our noises are quieter this time, me huffing and puffing as I do him, him making a low continuous moaning. We’re barely louder than the people in the other rooms, with the thumpa thumpa of the music over it all.

I go in hard. No time for technique, and I give in to the feelings, and let my body dictate my pace. It isn’t long before I am close, closer, and then over the edge. I don’t even stop when I cum, I don’t even slam out the shots, just continue at the pace I am at and ride the feeling as my juices flow. I pump a second load out of me, and this one feels more intense and massive than the first.

My cock is still swollen and heavy, but going soft when I finally pull out, and it droops a little as I pull off the very full condom and drop it in the waste basket. I turn, and the guy is next to me, wiping the lube off his ass with his towel.

He shoots me a smile, and even though I am still riding the post-fuck high, I smile back.

“Shower?” He wraps himself in his towel, but judging from the bulge, he appears to be getting hard again.

I nod, yes, wrap myself up and follow him out of the room.

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Bull and cuck

I was a little early. I sat down at the coffee shop and ordered a hot sweet tea. I sent a message letting the guys know that I had arrived. I finished my tea and walked the short distance to the hotel, and made my way up to the room number that had been sent to me.

Jason opened the door, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, when I knocked, and let me in. He was a handsome young Chinese guy, built like a dragonboater, with a shock of straight black hair on the top of his head, although the sides were trimmed short.

“You shower first?” he said, “We start after that.”

The bathroom/toilet was basic, but I managed. I showered, wrapped myself in a towel, and took my things and went into the room proper. I had just enough time to put my bag and my clothes down when Jason came over to me and led me to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked a little nervous, but got on his knees between my spread legs, undid my towel, and started playing with my soft cock before putting it in his mouth.

Of course he was nervous. Derrick, his boyfriend, was sitting in a chair in the corner, fully dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

These two were a couple. Jason, as I suggested, looked like a hot dragonboater guy, complete with a stunning tan, and his boyfriend Derrick was taller and fairer, more lean. Jason was probably in his early twenties and had a cute boyish manner, although he wasn’t what I would call cute. Derrick was about the same age, quieter, more serious, but also more masculine - maybe just more adult. We’d gotten to talking at a bar, and then moved somewhere more private.

That’s because Jason and Derrick wanted to try a cuck fetish.

I wasn’t entirely sure what that was, although I had seen some references to cuck and gaycuck online.

“Cuck” is short for “cuckold”. A “cuckold”, historically, has meant a man whose wife is cheating on him and he’s raising the other guy’s kid. More recently, it’s been used to reference a man whose significant other is cheating on him. There’s a whole genre of “cuckold porn”, as well. https://www.reddit.com/r/OutOfTheLoop/comments/2vcaa6/whats_a_cuck/cogcnx5

A cuck, short for “Cuckold” is a man who enjoys watching another man having sex with his wife, or at least that’s what it used to mean before the Internet took hold of it. http://ageofshitlords.com/what-cuck-means-and-why-you-should-be-offended-by-it/

Those are, broadly speaking, two fetishes: -“hotwife” -cuckoldry In the first, a man might want to “share” his wife, because he thinks she’s just so hot that “You guys gotta try this!” The motivation is worship/appreciation of her hotness/seines. sexiness. In the second, the motivation is humiliation. The fetishist experiences sexual frisson from the feeling of being humiliated. Cuckold porn includes the woman mocking the cuckold to his face, and proclaiming how superior the other man is. Actual couples engaged in customer cuckoldry usually request a man who is more well-endowed, etc. when they put up ads on online forums. https://www.reddit.com/r/OutOfTheLoop/comments/2vcaa6/whats_a_cuck/cogjqsj

Kinkly explains Cuckold As a fetish, cuckolding is a form of mental masochism that mostly involves mental humiliation. In a typical encounter, the woman has sex with another man while her husband watches. The husband is, of course, aware and willing. This lack of participation, this feeling of being left out, is what many cuckhold fetishists enjoy. Another aspect of the cuckholding fetish is competition. Some psychosexual theories claim that men will desire their wives more if they’ve just had sex with another man because this allows the men’s sperm to compete. While this theory is not widely accepted, some cuckholding fetishists feel this aspect applies to them. Cuckhold fetishism can exist along a wide variety of other BDSM-related activities, such as female dominance, voyeurism, denial and verbal humiliation. Cuckholding is different from swinging (there is not another woman to have sex with the husband) and threesomes (because the husband doesn’t participate). This definition was written in the context of BDSM https://www.kinkly.com/definition/911/cuckold-bdsm

So it’s when you have a situation where a guy is not servicing his partner, but instead has some other person do it. There are all sorts of variations of it, and I couldn’t find any references to gaycuck, but I think you can figure what it is. I’m not sure what the difference is when the “cheating” partner is a top or a bottoms, but hey, it’s not my fetish.

In this case it was quite straightforward. Derrick was the top, Jason the bottom (you could maybe guess if you knew them) and I was to meet them at a short-term hotel and fuck Jason. We talked about about how it was going to go, and the role I would play. I mention this because everything that happened was consensual.

So I was sitting on the bed, on a damp towel that had been spread open, a buff boy with his warm mouth working on my slowly-stiffening cock, and his (also pretty hot) boyfriend watching us while sitting in an uncomfortable chair (all these transit hotels have uncomfortable chairs).

Derrick was the cuck, and I was the bull.

TO BE CONTINUED

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