Skeleton In My Closet

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Merry XXXmas!

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Ball Sweat

It caught me by surprise when Gymboy messaged me to ask to meet. He doesn’t normally reach out to me on Saturday morning. I was on the way to the gym, and I told him so, but he seemed pleased.

“I’ll meet you back at your place,” he said. “I’m sweaty, too. Don’t shower after the gym, we can be dirty together.”

I didn’t know what to make of that, but I went along with it: worked out at the gym (chest and shoulders) and then made my way back. He was waiting outside my condo, and we walked in together. Both of us were pretty sweaty from the heat of the day, although that didn’t stop him from kissing me and holding me in the lift on the way up. We were almost matching, in t-shirts and shorts.

I let us into the apartment and then I noticed that he wasn’t carrying his usual duffle bag. A couple of other things didn’t add up.

“Okay, what’s going on?” I said. “You didn’t go to the gym.” Gymboy looked a little sheepish.

“I fucked one girl,” he said. “Thought about your cock the whole time. She left my room and I called you.”

The plainness with which he said it was strange to me. I knew our relationship was casual, but I didn’t realise how casual it actually was to him. I decided to go along with it.

“You think you can anyhow call me, and then you can get some fun?” I said.

“Uh, no, la, not like that. Maybe you make me … I don’t know, earn it?” Gymboy said. He grinned.

To be honest, I was a little turned on by the idea of fucking a “straight guy”. It helps that Gymboy is a fucking hot piece of muscle meat who turns into a stupid slut when he’s itching for my dick.

“Turn around,” I said, remembering something that had happened a while ago. I got him to bend over the dining table, spread out his legs and stick out his bottom. Spanking has never really been one of my kinks, but it’s not like I don’t have any experience.

He wasn’t expecting the first smack on his bottom, and he yelped.

“Count off,” I said.

“One,” he said, “Two. Three.” He hesitated after I spanked him a fourth time. I could see that he’d raised himself on his toes, maybe from the pain.

“Start over,” I said. “I want to get to ten, no hesitation.” I went slower, and noticed how his legs were wobbling, by the time I got to six. That gave me another idea, but I slowed down even more with the last four swats. He was sweating even more by the time I finished, but he was smart enough not to move when I was done.

“Did you like that?” I said. I was sweating too - it was a warm day, and I hadn’t turned on the airconditioning or opened the windows or the sliding doors. I could smell both of us.

“Yes,” he said, “I like it.”

I stood next to him and grabbed his face, turning it to me. When I moved in for a kiss, I could see tears in his eyes. Perhaps I had been too rough.

Even after I kissed him, he stayed in position. Time for the next part.

I got Gymboy onto the floor, in plank position, legs spread wide, on his elbows. I nudged his bulge with my foot, and he grunted.

“Stay there,” I said, and he obeyed.

I walked through the place, opening windows and the sliding doors onto the balcony. It was a lot cooler: there were thick clouds in the sky, signs of impending rain.

When I got back, I could see that he was quivering. I liked the look of him there, muscles tensed up, perspiration beading on the parts of his body I could see. But I didn’t really want to torture him.

“On your knees,” I said, and he got to his knees. I pulled down the gym shorts I was wearing, revealing the jockstrap that I had on underneath. I was still soft, though.

“You want this,” I said, holding my bulge and moving it up and down. He nodded.

“Well, you don’t get it yet,” I said. I moved the pouch to one side, releasing my cock and balls, which hung down.

“Balls,” I said, and Gymboy opened his mouth and licked my balls.

“You like the taste?” I said, and he nodded again. “Clean off my ballsweat,” I said. As he licked me clean, I saw his hand move towards his crotch.

“No,” I said, and he stopped. “Hands behind your back.”

I could see how hard he was getting from me being so dominating. He looked up at me, and daringly opened his mouth to suck on my balls. Seeing him, so sexy and submissive, that was a real turn on for me, and I got hard - having my balls sucked was a turn on, too, of course, and standing in the space between the kitchen and the living room, wearing only a t-shirt and jock strap, with a hot muscular guy servicing me, that was also pretty hot.

The room was actually pretty cool, since it had started raining outside. I pulled away from Gymboy at an opportune moment, and since he was kneeling flat on the floor, his knees wide apart, I pulled down his shorts. Gymboy leaned back, resting his hands on the floor behind him. The briefs he was wearing had a sizeable bulge, and a wet spot - presumably precum, or maybe the dribble from his morning fuck.

I squeezed his bulge, and he groaned for me. Good boy.

I pulled down his briefs, and anchored them under his balls. His cock stood up, prettily, and his balls were round and full. I smacked his cock, and it bounced down and up again.

“You fuck her with this?” I said, and he nodded. “Am I touching her juice?”

“No, la,” Gymboy said, “I use condom, don’t want get her pregnant.”

I stroked his cock, and patted his balls gently. He sighed.

“You better get me harder if you want to get a fuck,” I said, and he leaned forward again, keeping his hands away from his junk. At least the boy can learn. He opened his mouth and looked up at me, and when I thumbed down my erection he took it in, right in, till his lips were pressed against me. He moved back, and then moved his head forward and back on my dick, his mouth warm and wet around me.

I held his head still, and fucked his face - he maintained eye contact with me the whole time, and when I patted his head and said “good boy” he sucked a little harder.

The sweat was drying on my body when I let him go, and I pulled out of his mouth and walked away, closing the sliding doors and turning on the air conditioning. I got back, and he was still in position. I pulled off his t-shirt, and pushed him back so that he was leaning back on his hands again.

“Don’t move,” I said, and I got on the floor myself, between his spread knees. I licked his pecs, tonguing gently around his nipples, and then I licked his abs. They were firm, and very well-defined. He worked hard for his body, I knew. His dick was hard, too, and I could see the wet shine of the line of precum that had dribbled down it. His body tasted faintly saltish, and I could smell him, the sweat he had built up from fucking this morning as well as from the heat of the day.

The smell of him was stronger, thicker, at his pits - he lifted an arm, disobeying my instruction, when I moved my face to nuzzle his armpit. I licked, enjoying the smell and taste of him. He changed arms, when I changed sides, this time tucking his arm behind his head. I licked his pec, bulging and firm, and that coaxed a sigh from him. I got a louder sigh when I went down to his cock, pulling back the cockskin first so that I could flick my tongue against the underside of his cock.

“Feels good?” I said, “Did she suck you like this?” He answered me reluctantly, or maybe he was talking slowly because I was holding his cock in my hand, sucking on his exposed dickhead like a sweet, and playing with his balls with my other hand.

“No,” he said, “She stayed over last night, we kissed until we fell asleep, then this morning she played my cock and pulled her panties to one side. I finger her, then lucky I got condom, we lay side by side and I fucked her like that.”

I reached my hand under him, and he lifted himself off his knees. I pulled down his shorts and undies from the back, and slipped my finger between his cheeks and rubbed his hole.

“Please,” Gymboy said, “Please fuck me.”

This hot young stud who‘d fucked a girl this morning was itching for my dick in his ass, begging for it. Sometimes I wonder what I’m turning him into - and sometimes I don’t care.

I stood up and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I played with my own nipples (damn, I was hard, too) and gestured towards the chaise with my chin. He stood up and pulled down his briefs and shorts the rest of the way, and got on his back on the chaise, lifted his legs into the air and spread them to show me his hole.

The lube and condoms were in my basket of supplies by the couch, and I got them - I carefully and slowly rolled on a condom, and took my time to lube myself up before lubing up his asshole, taking the time to slip a finger first, and then two. When I slipped in the third finger he grunted, and I fingerfucked him hard with three fingers, pistoning them in and out of him. He gritted his teeth and bore with it, and when I rubbed my gloved dick against his hole, he smiled. I bent over, and we kissed, open mouthed, tongues tangling, and without looking or changing position I pushed slowly into him.

He groaned softly into my mouth, and when I straightened up and started moving back and forth, he grunted. I was a little cruel, taking myself almost all the way out before shoving back in hard, and each time I nailed him hard, he grunted again. I sped up, grunting myself. I held on to his dick, which was fat and hard in my hand, and jacked him faster and faster as I rammed him. He yelled, one loud groan, as he came, the cum shooting high into the air and back onto his body. I wasn’t close to cumming, so I kept going, slowing down a little.

“Finished, already?” I said, “Should I stop?”

“No, no,” he said, “No, fuck my hole until you’re happy.”

I slowed down more, looking down at the thick goop on his body. I smeared it across his chest and abs, marking him, and he looked up at me. I pinched his nipples, making him moan, and then I punched his chest, not hard.

“On your knees,” I said, and pulled out, and he got off the chaise and repositioned himself, further up, his chest resting against the backrest.

I pulled off my condom, and moved so that he could turn his head and suck me, which he did. I held it in one hand, panting as I recovered a bit, enjoying the mid-fuck blowjob.

“Okay,” I said, “Count off - let’s see if we can get to ten.” I stood by the chaise, and he kept eye contact with me as I spanked him. One, two and three were slow, and he counted along, and then I sped up as I gave him spanks four through six. He did a good job keeping count, and I also noticed that he had gotten hard again.

I put my hand under him, and milked his cock, like he was a cow. I got a couple of droplets dripping onto the chaise for my trouble, and he panted hard. I let go and stepped back.

“So getting spanked turns you on?” I said, and he nodded. “Why?”

He thought about it for a while before answering.

“Uh, because I like the feeling,” Gymboy said.

“Will you remember that I’m not just a cock to fuck you when you want it?” I said.

“Maybe a few more spanks,” he said, smiling.

“I’ll have to start over - count off, to ten,” I said. The next ten quick swats left his ass shining red, and my hand stinging a bit - I changed hands after the first five - and Gymboy grunted nicely with each one before counting them.

I stepped behind him, and climbed on the chaise, inserting my cock into his hole before squatting over him and driving down into him, a rapid jackhammer squatfuck that had both of us grunting like animals till I finally unloaded into my condom, pumping hard into him to milk out my juice. When I pulled out, I could see that I had managed quite a load, and I removed my condom and upended it over Gymboy, squeezing out my cum from it and spattering his back.

I smacked his ass another time, and told him to go shower. We were both all sweaty again from the sex, and he was covered in cum, front and back. I cleaned up a little while he was in there, spraying down the chaise and wiping it off, and mopping up the sweat from where we had played on the floor earlier. Everything was dry (except me) when he got out of the shower, and he put his towel aside and put his clothes back on.

“Next time you spank me again, ok?” Gymboy said.

“Only if you’re good,” I said, and he kissed me and I let him out before going to clean myself up.

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Vanilla

Compared to that quite adventurous evening (https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/176553767381/that-was-good) Gymboy’s latest visit was pretty vanilla. Good to have a reliable fuckbuddy, especially a horny young man like him.

He’d finished with the gym at about the same time I got off work, and he was waiting for me on the street outside the condo gates when I got home. He looked pumped (no pun intended). His dark t-shirt with the torn-off sleeves showed off his arms (so defined) and his chest looked bigger than usual. I walked past him and he sort of stepped along with me so that we were walking together, and I buzzed the pedestrian gate and he walked in with me. He didn’t say a word until we got to the space under my apartment block.

“What,” I said, “I don’t get a hello?” as I tapped my card to get us past the security gate.

“I thought we were pretending not to know each other,” he said, crinkling his face up in a smile.

“Why would we do that?”

“I dunno, I thought you like your privacy.”

“But the security guard has seen you come in, like twelve times. And you’ve told him my unit number so he will let you in. I think he knows, la.” I couldn’t help but laugh, leading the way to the small private lift lobby.

“Yeah, he also sees me walking like I kena fucked when I leave,” Gymboy said. We both laughed. It was true!

The lift doors opened, and when we got inside, Gymboy surprised me by half-tackling me with a hug. I put my free arm around him (I had my keys in the other) and he kissed me.

“Hello!” Gymboy said. I think he was making up for not greeting me before. I ruffled his hair, and he let go.

We’d walked to my door, and I took off my backpack, put it down, fished out my keys and unlocked the gate and the front door to let us in. I turned to see Gymboy touching himself through his shorts.

“I can’t wait,” he said, when he noticed me looking.

“Oh, then you know what to do,” I said, leaning back against the front door gate and unzipping my business pants.

Gymboy put down his duffle bag, and got to his knees, so that by the time I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants, he was ready, mouth open. I pulled down the waistband of my boxer briefs, hooked it under my balls, and he went to work, taking my cock into his mouth and sucking eagerly on it.

I loosened my tie, untucked my white work shirt and unbuttoned it, exposing my torso. While I undid the cuffs, Gymboy obligingly reached up his hands, found my nipples, and started fingering them. He never stopped sucking.

I held onto the gate, my arms above my head, enjoying being serviced. 

Our fun was interrupted when I heard the ding of the lift, signalling that it had arrived on my floor. Even though my apartment (like all the others) was on a blind corridor, not visible from the lift landing, a visitor who didn’t know their way around might stumble down this way.

We moved swiftly, but not in a panic. Gymboy disengaged, and stood up. I turned my back to him, opened the gate and the door, and both of us went inside, taking our bags with us. I shut the door.

Gymboy had stripped off all of his clothes, down to his underwear, a cute pair of tight blue hipster briefs that left little to the imagination. He grabbed my cock (I was still fairly hard).

“Shower, then fuck, please,” he said.

He led me to the shower by the cock, and we got naked and showered. I stood behind him and soaped him up, paying particular attention to his body, running my hands over his fit, firm muscular frame. He arched his back and then stuck out his hips, his erect cock pointing up and away from us. It was nice and fat, not too long, good to hold. I stroked it, and he leaned back against me, moaned once when I reached my free hand up to caress his pec and brush his nipple.

He rubbed his ass against my own erection.

“Come on, come on,” he said, “I need a fuck.”

I was happy to oblige. I turned off the shower, and we dried off, and once we were all dry, Gymboy bounced out of the bathroom, hopped on the chaise, and lifted his legs.

I got my supplies, and sat at the foot of the chaise. I dripped a little lube on his hole, and rubbed the opening with my index finger, gently at first, and then harder. It was pink, and hairless (maybe he shaved?) and as I rubbed it, he gaped his hole open and close. I put my middle finger in, palm up, trying to find his prostate, and he gasped: I figured I’d found it. I rubbed my finger in and out of his hole, enjoying the grunts and groans that I got. It turned me on when he begged.

“Please, please,” he said, “Enough, just fuck.”

It always amazed me to see this manly, superfit guy, all muscle and smooth skin, turning into a horny bottom for me, begging for cock.

I put on a condom and lubed myself up. I was really turned on. I dripped some lube on Gymboy’s hole, too, and put some on his cock too for good measure. With one leg bent on the chaise and the other foot on the floor, I eased Gymboy’s ass up, and pushed in my cock from below. Took me a while, and eventually I was all the way in.

“Fuck,” he said, “So good.”

I lifted one of his legs onto my shoulder, and turned him a little, his other leg leaning off to one side, and I pumped in and out of him. He liked it, grunting softly as I fucked him slowly. His grunts got louder when I put my left hand around his cock and started stroking it - it moved easily in and out of my hand, since it was all lubed up. I knew I was hitting the spot when I saw his eyes roll up into his head, and his grunts got softer as he lost himself in the feeling.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position for me, but I bent forward to rub my hands across his body, exploring his defined abs, reaching up to his big chest, rubbing the nubs of his nipples with my fingers.

He didn’t give me any warning, didn’t make a noise, just unloaded as I jacked him, long thick strings of cum that shot out across his body up to his chest. I could feel him clenching around me, and it felt good, but I wasn’t close enough to cum. I stopped, but stayed inside him, still hard, and waited till he came back to his senses. He was breathing heavily as he lifted his head, his eyes taking a while to focus on me, a slow lazy smile on his face.

“Hey, sorry,” he said, “I don’t know what happened.”

I pulled out, then pulled him till his butt was on the edge of the chaise, his legs still spread out and open. I used the edge of my finger to scrape up the cum from his body, and deposited the thick globs of jizz on my condom-covered cock.

“I’m gonna breed you with your own juice,” I said, and he looked kinda pleased.

I put his legs up on my shoulders, taking the opportunity to feel them - so hard, so muscular - and then I pushed myself in.

This time I didn’t need to worry so much about him, since he’d already cum, and the thought of fucking him lubed with his own cum was a turn on that was making me very hard. I wasn’t gentle, and Gymboy took my rough fucking like a champ, even when I got into pushup position over him and bent him almost in half, with his legs still on my shoulders, and rammed him hard and fast till I unloaded (into my condom) and kept on fucking till I felt like I was done.

I stood up, pulled off my condom.

“Suck me,” I said, and Gymboy sat up, bent over to comply. Before I put my cock in his mouth, I upended my condom and squeezed it from tip to base, dripping my own thick load (from the inside) and the remnants of Gymboy’s jizz (from the outside) onto my cock. Gymboy gobbled up my cock, swallowing and licking, and when he finished he let go and looked up at me. I could see a little glob of cum on the corner of his mouth. I didn’t know if it was his or mine.

I sent him off to shower while I cleaned up, and then I showered too. He was all dressed when I came out, and I kissed him once (tasting both of us in his mouth, I imagined) and then let him out of the house.

[fifihearts]

Fuck so hot

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Eager

I’m really enjoying the nights when Gymboy comes to visit. There’s something about having a hot gym rat entirely at my disposal.

He’s got a deep tan, with clear tan lines outlining the triangle of his swimming trunks, and his junk is the same colour as the fair skin around it. He’s wonderfully smooth all over, except for a little hair in his pits, neatly trimmed pubes, and some hairs around his asshole. He has very little body fat, so his muscular body is really on display, including his eight-pack abs and clear v-line at his hips. It makes his square, straight-boy face, with slightly overlong jaw even more appealing, and the thick black frames of his glasses give him a nerdy look. It also hides that he is an eager, almost submissive bottom.

His visit last night was a good example: he turned up at the time we had arranged, looking like he had just come from the gym, because he had. We’ve taken to meeting after he gymmed - his body would look extra fine because he’d be jacked from lifting weights, and he would clean himself up in the shower there so that we didn’t need to clean up before we played.

I’d put on an old t-shirt and some boxer briefs after the shower I had while waiting for his arrival. He was carrying a full duffle bag, and was wearing sneakers, sweatpants and a gym tank-top, the kind with big armholes that showed off his arms, left his pecs visible, and flashed his nipples from time to time as he moved.

After I let him in, he quickly dropped his bag and took off his sweatpants, leaving him dressed only in his top and a white jockstrap that left his ass exposed. His fat hard cock was barely restrained in it, and the resulting bulge was a hot sight, and I also enjoyed the sight of his firm bubble butt as he walked to stand by the sofa.

I joined him there, after locking the front door, and we kissed, before he lifted up my t-shirt and snacked on my nipples, while I played with his chest. I didn’t bother being gentle, and he moaned nicely as I squeezed his pecs and pinched and twisted his tits - he knows me well enough by now, and he wasn’t gentle with my nipples, either, alternating licking them with biting them. He pulled up my t-shirt and took it off over my head, and I left my arms up so that he could nuzzle and lick my pits. What a good boy. Actually, I know he did that because he loves having my warm mouth on his arm pits, but that was a treat I would save for later.

After that, he got down on his knees (we have a routine, almost) and pulled down my boxer briefs, to feast on my (by now) hardening cock and dangling balls. He alternated between them, according to my instructions. I turned around and bent over the sofa, and he obligingly licked and rimmed out my ass. His tongue probing my hole really makes me hard, and when I was fully ready, I straightened up, and grabbed a condom and some lube from my basket of supplies, which I had conveniently placed in the living room.

Gymboy took off his top and his glasses, put them aside, and hopped up on the chaise, positioning himself so that his head and torso was lying flat on the seat, and then lifted his legs in the air. My turn to go on my knees, this time to lick out his hole: this also turned me on, and when I was satisfied that he was wet and slick with my saliva, I stood up, looked down at him smiling up at me like an eager puppy, and then gloved up and smeared on some lube before lubing up his ass.

I speared him, a slow fuck at first, and them faster, till he was gasping for air. I like that he doesn’t moan or whimper much, and mostly grunts or groans or breathes heavily. I pulled out, because I didn’t want to finish so quickly, and we changed places.

I sat up on the chaise, my legs along the length of it. Gymboy took off his jockstrap, freeing his cock, which looked fully hard: the foreskin had slipped back, and the head was a fierce red, and slick with precum. He climbed up on the chaise, straddling me, and then knelt on either side of my legs before lowering himself, reaching behind him to position my cock so he could slide onto my hard dick with a soft grunt.

He rocked back and forth, riding my cock, and leaned forward. He put one arm up, his hand on the back of the chaise by my head, and I leaned forward to lick his exposed armpit while playing with his erect nipple. That earned me some sexy groans as he rode me slowly, and then he changed sides, so I could pay attention to his other pit and nipple.

He leaned back, after that, and rocked a little more urgently, so I could finger both nipples, and punch his pecs, another thing that he liked very much. He wanted more, so he changed positions so he was squatting over me, leaned back away from me, and kept still as I thrust up into him, fast and hard. Both of us were sweating by this time, and I liked the look of his abs as he clenched them to hold his position. I grabbed his hard cock, and playing with it turned him on even more, and we were both making some animal grunting noises.

I knew he wanted to cum when he climbed off me, and moved over to the sofa where I joined him. He bent over, spread his ass till I penetrated him fully and then braced his hands against the seat. I took him from behind for a solid hard fuck as I slammed roughly into him, my hands on his waist, giving him the full length of my dick all the way in and out, smacking his ass a couple of times, and then a faster shallow fuck where I reached around and jacked his cock - this finally made him whimper and moan and I felt his dick throb in my hand and heard him spurt a thick load onto the seat of the sofa.

I straightened up and fucked him faster and harder till I stopped moving to shoot my own load, into my condom. I didn’t withdraw, and enjoyed the sounds of his grunts and mine as I continued fucking him again, slowly, for a while. His hole felt so good wrapped around my cock.

When I pulled out, Gymboy cleaned his cum off my sofa with his mouth and tongue, and then turned around, sat down to face me and bent forward with his mouth open. I took off my condom and upturned it to drip my load onto my still-stiff cock before feeding it to the cum hound sitting in my living room: he ate my cum off my dick and sucked on the whole length of it. I let him have his fun till I couldn’t stand the feeling - I was sensitive from just having cum.

When I pulled back, Gymboy looked a little disappointed, and I saw that he was hard again and had been playing with his cock. I took him into the shower for us to clean up, and when were both lathered up, I stood behind him and jacked his soapy cock while he leaned back against me making low, almost purring noises until I squeezed out another, more dribbly load out of him.

We rinsed off, and we got dressed again: he put on his sweatpants commando, and put on his tank top and his glasses, picked up his duffle bag, kissed me one more time and headed home. I cleaned up a bit, and had a glass of wine to relax before going to bed.

Gymboy’s been coming to visit me about once or twice a week, for the last month or so. I guess I’ve added this young hunk to my list of fuckbuddies.

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Willing Hole

He grunted, once, as I pushed in past his ring, and then stayed silent when I started moving. When I bent over and reached under him, my fingers found that he was stiff, fully hard, and his dickhead was wet. I pulled back his foreskin and flicked my index finger across the underside of the exposed head. He groaned.

I straightened up, and concentrated on fucking him, doggy-style. I started slow, almost all the way out and back in again, and then went faster, speeding up to a steady pump. When I went even faster still, he dropped his head, so that it was against the chaise. I could hear him breathing, heavily.

I pulled out, pushed him so that he was lying face-down on the chaise, and then rubbed the tip of my very hard cock between his cheeks, teasing his hole, actually trying to find it, and when I did, I sank myself in (another grunt) till I was lying on top of him. I kissed the back of his neck, and bucked my hips to keep fucking him.

He said “fuck, yeah” and then fell silent, and we lay like that for a while, me keeping up a steady but more shallow pace. 

I pulled out again, took the tube of lube that I’d left nearby and greased myself up again.

“On your back,” I said, and he flipped himself over, moving so his ass was at the edge of the chaise, lifting his legs up and spreading them wide. I took up a position between his spread legs, bent my knees a little, and pushed myself in. He grimaced, but didn’t make a sound.

Once I was in all the way, I put my hands on either side of his torso, and stretched my legs back, planking over him, and then resumed fucking him. This position gave me more freedom of movement, and I thrust, longer strokes and more deeply into him. I started slow, and then once he was used to it, I really gave it to him. I knew I was hitting the spot because he started making soft grunts, almost exhaling, in time to the drilling he was getting.

I didn’t want to finish so quickly, even though I was close. I repositioned myself, standing this time, and hit my steady rhythm. He opened his eyes (he’d closed them at some point while I was hammering him) and looked up at me. I kept going, but put my hands on his chest,  grabbed his nubs between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched hard, then pulled them up and away from his body.

He responded like I was electrocuting him, writhing and twisting, groaning loudly. That excited me - I let go, and brushed the tops of his nipples with my thumbs. He recovered himself, panting.

“You ready to cum?” I said.

Gymboy had been very good, had not even touched himself once since he had arrived. I hadn’t seen him since the last time I told you about (https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/175780977574/i-love-it) and when we discussed meeting he said he wanted to try letting me be more in charge., I said that I wanted him to be my willing mouth and hole, and that he wasn’t to stimulate himself in any way.

The thought must have excited him, and he was pitching a tent in his shorts when he got here. True to his word, he stripped carefully, avoiding touching his crotch, and even when he sucked me to get me hard enough to fuck him, he didn’t play with himself, touch his body, or his junk at all. He assumed a position on all fours on the chaise while I sheathed my hard rod and lubed it up, and before I climbed up behind him to push myself in, I saw that he was still fully hard.

He nodded, and I put my hand around his erection, and slowed down a bit, stroking his cock from tip to root as I pushed in and out of him, also all the way. He frowned and gasped, and then moaned that he was cumming - even my slow stroking set him off. I stopped moving and gave his cock another pull, and watched him empty his balls, exhaling as a thick load pumped out of him.

It was so thick that it almost dribbled, even though he was clenching over and over again, rapid spasms. I waited until he was done: I counted nearly twenty pulses. Then I scooped up his thick batter with the edge of my finger - Gymboy opened his mouth, expecting to be fed his own product - but instead I pulled myself out of him and twisted my finger to deposit it, a straight line of white goo, all along my own hard dick.

His eyes widened and he gasped as I reinserted myself into his hole, and fell silent as I fucked his own load back into his ass. I was close myself, and sped up rapidly until I also came, filling up my condom as I thrust into him. I stopped, fully inside him, pulsing my PC muscle to finish emptying my balls.

I lay down on top of him, and we kissed, as Gymboy wrapped his legs around me. “That was fucking hot,” he said, when our lips separated.

“Suck me?” I said, and he nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion. I meant what I said about a willing mouth, and he was living up to his promise.

I stood back up, pulled out, and took off my now-full condom, and he sat up and bent forward, taking my entire shaft into his mouth with one move and then sucking enthusiastically on it. He milked the last bits of my cum out with his lips, and sat up, smiling at me with a satisfied look, wiping a little saliva off his lips with the back of his hand.

We showered together, after I disposed of the used condom, and when we were touching and groping each other playfully in the shower, I smacked his ass with my open palm.

“Mmm,” he said, “that feels good. Maybe next time you can warm me up with a few spanks.”

I agreed, but didn’t wait for next time - when we hugged while rinsing off, I gave him a couple of swats, and gave him a couple more after he was dressed.

He kissed me goodbye and headed off, but not before telling me he was going to think of more things he wanted to try next time.

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Another Saturday evening

It was Saturday morning when I found him online, and the conversation we had on one of the apps (not Grindr, surprisingly) was deep and serious. He was the very picture of a young urban professional, just turned thirty, and smart, so smart. He had strong opinions, and (when I met him later) I found that he put them forward with quiet insistence, in a low voice that had a faintly American accent, a relic of his studies overseas. Our chat was very refreshing.

But he was Singaporean as Singaporean can be: looked like your average boy next door, sort of a nerdy look, with silvery square-framed glasses, and lips that were dark against his fair face. I liked his look, and he liked mine, and after quite a long conversation, we arranged to meet - not straight away, because he wanted to grab lunch and have a shower, but in late afternoon. I had something light to eat, did some household chores, and had a shower, too. I turned on the air-conditioning, and put on a pair of boxers and some old wear-at-home t-shirt, then checked my basket of supplies, and skimmed Tumblr while waiting for him to arrive.

I’ll call him Yuppie for convenience, because I try not to use the real names of the guys I sleep with. At the appointed time, he appeared at my doorstep, quite well-dressed, hair still damp from his shower, smelling strongly of soap and deodorant. He was wearing khaki shorts and a dark blue polo t-shirt that fit him very well: it looked like he had a fairly large chest,a flat stomach and a small waist. I also noticed that he had a shiny black plastic stud in his right year, but aside from that, he was the picture of a clean-cut Chinese guy, about average height, shorter than me. He also had on a pair of dark brown leather slip-on shoes. He slipped them off at the door, and came in.

We continued the conversation we’d been having (about the politics of foreign talent in Singapore) over a couple of glasses of prosecco, standing in the kitchen. (That’s just what I had open in the fridge.) He was leaning against the counter that housed the sink, and when I stepped next to him to put my empty wine-glass by the sink, he snaked an arm around me. I turned to him, and as I put down the glass, he leaned up wordlessly to kiss me, reaching behind with one hand to put his glass on the side of the sink, next to mine.

Our lips disengaged, and he leaned into me, his face still tilted up close to mine. I could hear him breathing as I took the opportunity to feel his body, which seemed pretty firm and muscular to me. He wasn’t as subtle as me, and reached straight for my crotch. I stiffened up a little as he groped me, and he laughed softly. He had quite a low voice, which I found a turn on. I also found his ass a turn on - when I ran my hands gently over it, I found that it was rounded and perky, but not hard and firm. I jiggled his ass cheeks in my hands, and recited a dirty limerick that I heard Stephen Fry share on QI.

“There was a young chaplain at Kings, Who talked about God and such things, But his one true desire was a boy in the choir, With a bottom like jelly on springs,” I said.

He laughed again, and pushed his bottom half against me. I could feel his erection against my thigh. He kissed my ear, and said, throatily, “I can’t wait anymore”.

That was my cue. I stepped back, pushed him back against the counter and got on my knees in front of him. I unzipped Yuppie’s shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, but he did have a black leather strap around his cock and balls. This innocent-looking fella was maybe more horny and kinky than I expected. Because of the strap, his pale uncut dick was soft but thick, so I guessed he was half-hard. I undid his shorts, and spread them open, so that I could release his junk. He hissed softly through his lips when I took his cock into my mouth, and I ran my hands up his thighs. His legs were quite shapely, and hairy for a Chinese guy, but his pubic mound was bare. Perhaps he shaved?

When I took him all the way in, till my nose was pressed against him, my lips against the base of his dick, and I felt him pulsing and getting bigger in my mouth. I let it go, a single thread of saliva connecting the tip of his now very hard cock to my lips for a moment till it broke. He had a straight shaft, even thickness all the way, with his head only slightly broader. His foreskin had pulled back a little, and the bit of his dickhead that was showing was a dark red. When I looked up, I saw that he’d taken off his glasses. He was breathing heavily, and I saw that the nubs of his nipples were clearly visible against the front of the t-shirt where it stretched across his chest. I guess he was properly turned on.

I pushed up the bottom of his t-shirt, revealing a very nice flat stomach, his abs not clearly defined but visible. I stood up, and kept pulling it up, till his chest was showing, too. Nice big chest, sort of squarish pecs, with a pair of dark brown discs on the outer corners contrasting sharply against his fair skin. Nipples were tight, and not too big, but the nubs were pretty large. I pulled the front of his t-shirt up and over his head (messed up his hair a bit) and hooked it behind his neck, then bent down to get a taste of his tits.

His nipple in my mouth was like sucking on a large green pea, and when I licked at it, he sighed loudly and started breathing heavily. I put my hand on his cock, and played with it while I moved my mouth to the other pec and repeated the treatment. His erection felt like an unripe banana covered in leather, and after a while, he pushed my hand off it. I disengaged from his nipple, and straightened up.

“Sorry,” Yuppie said, “I’m too close.”

I thought a break was in order, so I poured us each another half-glass of prosecco, and we chatted some more. Yuppie wanted to get dressed properly, but I said I liked the view, and he remained virtually nude and on display. He was still fairly hard, his dick pointing out and down, probably because of the cock strap. I put down my empty glass, and grabbed his cock, and pulled him with me out of the kitchen into the living room.

I sat down on one end of the sofa, spread my legs and pulled down my boxers, hooking them under my balls, which pushed my half-erect cock up. He climbed on the sofa next to me, on his knees, and bent over my crotch to service me. I had to stop him a couple of times, because he scraped my dick with his teeth, but after those false starts, he did a good job. I rested my hand on the back of his head, as he bobbed up and down sucking on me, and it felt good. I found my own tide rising, so I stopped him, and pulled off my t-shirt. He took the hint and started paying some oral attention to my chest, and after I enjoyed him licking and sucking on my tits for a while, I pulled his head up towards mine, and I kissed him.

When we disengaged, he asked if he could sit on me, and I thought that was a good idea. My basket of supplies was next to me, so I grabbed a condom and lubed up, and Yuppie climbed off the couch and dropped his shorts. He took the lube from me, slicked up his ass, then climbed over me. I helped to steady him, and he reached under himself to position my cock against his hole, and then he sank down on me, his hands on my shoulders, sitting facing me. He moaned softly as he lowered himself on me until I was all the way inside him, and I got to watch his hard cock moving up and down as he fucked himself, bouncing slowly on me, getting used to me filling him up. I noticed that he had fairly bushy pits, even though his body was smooth.

After a while of that, I got him to hold still, and I bucked my hips to pump up into him, a little faster. That wasn’t very satisfying, so I asked him to get off me. We stripped off our clothes (I dropped my boxers, and he took off his polo t-shirt. I noticed that he was looking out at the balcony.

“You want to go out there?” I said. Our play had taken a while, and it was fairly dark outside, so I thought it was safe. He nodded. I shut off the lights in the house. We stepped out into the cool but humid evening air. He stood by the balcony wall, and spread his legs, bracing with both hands against the top of the wall. I pushed myself back into him from behind. I didn’t move, just stayed fully inside him, and wrapped my hands around him, playing first with his nipples, before reaching down to play with his cock with one hand while I fondled his balls with the other. I kissed the back of his neck, and licked the edge of his earlobe, and was rewarded with a little whimper and some moaning.

He started pushing back against me with his ass, and I took the hint.

“Hard? Or slow?” I said. His voice was so low and sexy that I barely heard his reply.

“Hard,” he said, “Please.”

I pushed between his shoulder blades so that he bent forward, and set to work. I didn’t ram him straight away, started a little slowly, but soon picked up the pace. I held a nice steady rhythm, and I bent forward, ran my hands up his body, playing with his nipples again. He was breathing heavily, panting raggedly as I pleasured his ass and his body. When he started grunting softly in time to my thrusts, I reached down with one hand and found his cock. He was really hard now, and as I groped him, I also found that his balls were high and tight, his sac wrinkled and retracted.

That turned me on and I straightened up again, and this time I gave him a real ploughing, not too rough, pulling out quite far, plunging into him deep, long strokes, pretty fast.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yuppie said, “I’m gonna cum.” He took a hand off the balcony, but I told him to put it back.

“Let me help you,” and I reached around him to jack his cock while I fucked him. Yuppie’s moaning got louder, and I wondered if my neighbours would notice. I kept up a hard fucking, ramming into him with short firm thrusts and wanking him at the same time. It didn’t take long before he let out a low throaty groan, and I felt him tightening around me, his cock pulsing in my hand as he shot out a load. I didn’t stop, kept fucking and stroking his cock, and I only stopped when he started whimpering.

I put my hands on his waist, and slowed down, thrust into him a little more steadily, feeling the tide rise deep in my body, until I myself emptied my balls into the condom I was wearing, although I didn’t slow down or stop. I rode the feeling, continuing to hump his ass, and when I was finally empty I pulled out, and Yuppie turned around. Both of us were sweating, and with his hair all wet and messed up, he didn’t look quite as much of a good boy as before.

I let him walk ahead of me into the house, and I smacked his ass, once, as he passed me - he turned and grinned. I ripped off my condom and threw it away, and both of us went into the shower to clean up. When he got dressed after the shower, there was a moment of worry until we remembered that his glasses were in the kitchen, and then I let him out so I could clean up the balcony - sweat on the floor, and a fair amount of his cum.

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“You gotta make me sweat.”

Ended work early today, because I have an onsite early tomorrow morning - and that left part of the afternoon and evening free. Naturally, I popped open my apps to delete unwanted messages and see if there was anything interesting.

No luck.

So I reached out to people who I’ve met before, and switched to WhatsApp to see if my fuckbuddies were available. No one, really, so I went to the pool. After swimming laps I showered and cleaned up, and checked my phone. 

What do you know? A school friend and fuckbuddy from Singapore who had relocated to Australia was back in town for a family wedding, and asked if I was free for dinner. His family home is actually in the nearby housing estate, and I invited him over.

Chris (not his real name) is a year older than me, lean Chinese guy with a cyclist’s body, which makes sense because he used to be a competitive cyclist and marathon runner. He turned up at the front door in slippers, some worn cotton shorts and an old school t-shirt. He looked good, too. Obviously Australia agreed with him, and he was a little tan. He left his slippers outside the gate and came in.

He bought some bak chor mee because he was craving local food, and brought it with him. Got me some, too. Lots of chat and laughter over our early dinner, and then he pushed his chair back from the dining table.

“This place is too damn hot,” he said, “Don’t mind me.” He crossed his arms over his body and pulled his t-shirt off, over his head. I liked seeing the muscles of his torso flexing as he undressed, and while he wasn’t muscular in a bulky way, his abs were still very much in evidence, as were the ropy muscles in his arms. He was perspiring very lightly, too, and his medium-sized nipples were darker spots on his flat chest.

“No need to stop there,” I said, and went to shut the doors and windows and turn on the air-conditioning. When I got back to the dining room, he was sitting naked in his chair, which he’d turned to one side, with his clothes flipped over the back of the dining chair behind him. His muscular legs were spread wide, and he was toying with his cock, which was still soft, but already thickening.

Too delicious to resist, so I sat on the floor between his legs and stroked his thighs, and lifted his dick to suck softly on his smooth balls, one at a time. I could feel his rod stiffening in my hand, and I licked up the full length of his shaft. Chris has a fairly long, thin cock, a joy to suck. He exhaled quietly when I took him into my mouth, and as I worked on him, he adjusted his position once and then settled in to enjoy it. It wasn’t until I was moving my head up and down, his entire cock wet with my saliva, slipping in and out of my mouth smoothly against my lips, that he spoke.

“Yeah,” Chris said, “Suck it. That feels good.” I sat back, taking my mouth off his cock.

“You know what else would feel good?” I said.

Chris lazily lifted one leg, shifting so he wouldn’t fall off the chair.

“Bring it on in,” he said, smiling broadly.

I grabbed some supplies, and popped them on the dining table while I stripped. The airconditioning had definitely kicked in, and it felt cool on my skin. I’d already gotten half-hard while sucking Chris, and I stiffened up more watching him run his fingers over his body, teasing his nipples where they stood up from his chest. He was still hard, and his dick was still wet from before. His balls looked fairly big, too, hanging loosely under his boner, although I could tell they were starting to draw up.

I put on a condom, and got lubed up. Chris obligingly lifted his balls up, so I had clear access, and even then I had to bend my legs to get a good angle.

He took me like a pro when I pushed in - took a little while and a few tries before I could get comfortable, and when I pushed firmly but gradually to get past his ring, Chris exhaled loudly, breathing heavily until I was all the way in.

“You’re right,” he said, “That does feel good.”

This wasn’t anything new. When we’d both been studying in Australia, Chris had stayed in student housing with me, in an apartment a couple of floors above me. We had a couple of common classes, and got assigned to work on an assignment together for one of them. We’d finished, late at night, and I grabbed his cock, for a joke, because it looked like it was stiff - and you know what, it was, and he was, and that’s when we started messing around, for fun. Nothing too serious at first, mutual jacking off, and then oral, and then full on fucking. A couple of bros, relieving tension and having a little bit of fun, now and then.

Fucking him now felt familiar, and as I moved my hands over his body, I recognised the broad shapes of it. He kissed me, as I pumped slowly into and out of him, and moaned softly into my mouth. I found a nipple with my left hand, and rubbed it, then moved my hand up the side of his neck to cup his cheek as I kissed him some more. I was turned on, so I went a little faster, until I heard Chris gasp. I lifted my head.

“Hey, slow down,” he said, “I’m a little too close.”

I stopped moving.

“Should I continue?” I said. I noticed that Chris was perspiring: even with the air-con, the humidity was probably too much for him.

“Take a break?” Chris said.

I pulled out of him and stepped back, my dick covered in bits of foamy white, from the lube I’d churned up. He stood up, and stretched. I guess getting fucked in a wooden dining chair is not the most comfortable.

I walked to the kitchen to get us a couple of glasses of iced water, my cock bobbing in front of me. I handed him a glass when I got back to the dining room. We drank in silence, standing around, cooling off.

“So,” he said, “why didn’t this become a thing?”

“Not sure,” I said. I really wasn’t. I guess because we were friends, and because we didn’t have any feelings for each other. Sure, we hung out sometimes, and did school work together, and once in a while we’d have a little fun, but it wasn’t romantic. We still dated, other people but not each other, and Chris had eventually gotten serious with a Malaysian girl so we stopped.

“How’s your love life now?” I said, putting my glass down.

“Ah, I’m a confirmed bachelor,” he said, “Anna comes over from time to time - we’re pretty much married, for all intents and purposes, but she has her own place and her own space, and so do I. Ma and Pa aren’t happy, because they want me to actually get married, but that seems to work for us.”

Anna was his … I dunno, partner or lover. Pretty Australian woman, tall with long brown hair. I’d seen photos. He’d met her after he decided to live in Australia permanently. She was an artist by training, but worked as a school teacher.

“So, uh, does Anna know?” I said. I’d asked him this every time I’d seen him since he’d gotten into a relationship with her a couple of years ago. I’m not a home wrecker.

“Yeah, I think she does. Whenever I come back to see Ma and Pa, she asks if I’m going to meet you, and then she says ‘you boys have fun!’ and I leave it at that. She’s got an ‘old school friend’ too, this guy from Queensland whom I’ve never met. He blows into town a couple of times a year, and she tells me she’s going to ‘catch up’ and then I don’t hear from her for a couple of days.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell?” I said.

“More like don’t ask, don’t want to know,” said Chris.

“But it’s all good?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. There was a sort of light in his eyes. “It’s good.”

Chris chugged down the rest of his water, before putting the glass on the counter.

“I’d better do something about that,” he said, reaching out with both hands to carefully take the condom off my softened dick. I pushed the glass to one side and hopped up to sit on the table. I spread my legs, a little, and Chris jerked my cock, licked the underside of the head, and when I got harder, he sucked on the head.

Then he stopped and looked up at me.

“This counts as ‘ass to mouth’, right?” and we both cracked up laughing. We laughed so hard that I wondered if it’d broken the mood.

“You wanna just jack off?” I said. I don’t like to make people do things they’re uncomfortable with, and I wanted to give Chris a way out. He didn’t take it.

“Nah, man,” he said, standing up and showing me that he was hard again (or still hard, I couldn’t remember). “You gotta make me sweat!”

“Then I’ll just turn the air-con off,” I said, and that got us laughing again.

He wasn’t laughing moments later when I took him from behind as he lay sort of face down on the couch, his lower torso flat against the seat, but with his upper half braced on the arm rest. I’d gloved up and we’d both reapplied more lube. Chris was obviously more relaxed, or something - I went straight in, easily, (which made Chris squeal) but perhaps that was also because in this position my bodyweight was pressing down too. For a while there was nothing but slapping sounds and heavy breathing: a good steady pump, the way I like it. Then Chris pushed up off the sofa, my cue to get off him.

He stood up and got me to lie on the chaise, my back against the seat (well, part of my back) and my legs out straight. He straddled me, knelt on the chaise with his knees on either side of me, and sank down onto my cock. He started moving up and down, leaning forward at first looking down at me, and then eventually arched his back and leaned backwards, his hands on his knees, his cock rock hard and a little wet, pointing up. His motion got more intense, and he let out a moan.

I resisted the urge to touch him. It felt good to have him milking me with his ass, and I admit, I was curious to see if he could cum handsfree. I thought I would help - I leaned forward, and put my hands on the underside of his thighs. He understood immediately, and stayed still, bent forwards toward me, hovering above my pelvis, and I thrust upwards. That wasn’t very effective, so I put my feet down on either side of the chaise, my knees bent slightly, and that gave me more leverage to thrust up and down, in and out of Chris. I got a pretty good rhythm going, and good speed, too, and that seemed to coax even more moaning out of Chris. He was sweating, full on, dripping with sweat, and from my exertions, I was sweating, too!

I couldn’t keep it up for too long, and eventually I slowed down. Chris sat forward a bit, and continued doing the work, this time not going up and down as much as forward and back. His dickhead was glistening, and a trail of precum had dripped down the shaft. I ran my hand up Chris’ sweaty torso, feeling how firm it was, and then paused with my hands on his shoulders.

“Want me to help you out?” I said. “Let’s see if we can cum together.” 

I was actually pretty close, myself. He nodded, and put his hands on either side of my head to brace himself, and went a little faster. The feelings were almost too much for me to bear. I took the chance to feel the muscles in his arms, and then he leaned forward ro kiss me. I kissed him back, and when he sat up, I put my hand around his cock.

He yelped and moaned as I jerked him off - actually, I simply gripped him gently; his own precum was like lube and his cock moved in and out of my hand with his own motion. I felt his ass clench around my cock, and I knew he was getting ready. I almost blew my load there and then, but I clenched myself to hold it in.

“Gonna cum,” he muttered, not pausing but going faster. He moaned, a loud one, and then exhaled another moan as he squirted out strings of thick ropy cum across my body as he simultaneously rode back on my cock and pumped his own dick in my hand. I released my control, too, letting the pulsing of his ejaculation milk out my load as I filled the condom that I was wearing. He collapsed on to me, breathing heavily, catching his breath, and I bucked my hips a couple more times as my own orgasm forced me to. I was panting, too.

We stayed that way for a little while, before he climbed off me to let my cock flop out of his hole. I could see that I had managed a pretty big load, probably because I hadn’t cum for a couple of days.

Chris wiped his sweat off his face, and ran his hand through his hair.

“I really needed that,” he said, and smiled at me. I got up off the chaise, and took my condom off, careful not to spill it. I walked to the kitchen to throw it away, and when I got back, Chris grabbed my still fairly hard cock.

“Which way is the shower?” he said, and when I pointed it out, he pulled me there and we got cleaned up. We towelled ourselves down after we finished, and sat around the living room, with towels around our waists. I cracked open a bottle of red wine, and we talked and drank, just two old friends catching up, after having a hot fuck.

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Slurp

I was playing on the apps, chatting to the right people and deleting messages from the wrong ones, when I saw his profile. A little conversation later and we’d set up a meeting - he seemed relieved to have found exactly what he wanted. Won’t say his name (let’s call him Pex), but what attracted me to his photo was his chest, specifically his big dark nipples and fair smooth skin. When we exchanged photos I was surprised to see how handsome he was - mixed Chinese/Malay guy in his twenties, longish curly hair - and he looked exactly like his photos when he turned up at my doorstep a little after the arranged time. He had trouble getting public transport, so he was a little sweaty: no surprise, really, since he was wearing a long-sleeved grey cotton top and maroon shorts. The shorts showed off his thick thighs and well-formed calves, which were a little hairy. I got him to come into my condo and after I shut the door, I admired the view. He had the body of a serious bodybuilder, or a fitness model, shoulders looking broad because of the muscle, and his tight top didn’t hide his bulging arms or massive pecs. He had a nice bubble butt, and even though he had well-developed legs, it wasn’t big. Pex noticed me looking, and flexed for me, showing off his front and back. I suggested that he take off his clothes and relax, enjoy the cool aircon, and let me do my work. During our chat, after I complimented his chest, he’d told me that he had sensitive tits, and that he enjoyed gentle nipple play - wouldn’t mind some of that and some oral, and if I needed to, he would let me fuck him. Sounded good to me. He stripped off his top and his shorts, and I saw that he was wearing only a pair of skimpy white briefs underneath. I took him to the living room, dialled the lights down low, sat next to him and leaned over. He pulled me in for a kiss - good kisser, lots of tongue - and then I started to service him. I started with my hands, touching and feeling his pecs. He had a flat, lean stomach, which only made his chest look even bigger. His fair skin made his large nipples look even more appealing, and when I licked one with my tongue, I could taste his fresh sweat. I took my time, working exclusively on his nipples, first one, and then the other, just licking to begin with. I explored his chest with my tongue, licking his pecs clean, and circling his nipples with the tip of my tongue till they got nice and firm. He had big nubs, and he moaned appreciatively, softly, when I took one between my lips and sucked on it. I did that for a while, enjoying the soft moans and gasps, and then moved to the other one. I made sure to keep up the stimulation, flicking one with my finger as I sucked the other one. Pex lay back, relaxing into the feeling or flooded with sensation. He gasped and lifted a little off the couch when I opened my mouth and took as much of his chest into it as I could, running my tongue over and around his nub, and then breathed heavily while I licked and sucked it. Before I could move to the other one, he lifted his arm on that side, and using his other hand, urged me into his smooth hairless pit. I could smell him more: fragrant and a little musky, but I licked and nuzzled his open armpit, and he moaned a little more. I lifted my head out, and he smiled at me. “See how hard you make me?” he said, and I looked down to see that he had a sizeable bulge in his underwear (his cock was parked downwards) and a huge wet spot. I smiled back, saying nothing, but leaned over further to put my lips on his other nipple. Repeated the action from before, his nipple and some of his chest in my mouth, and when he reached for his crotch I pushed his hand away. I don’t want anyone else playing with my toys. I lifted his other arm and pulled it toward me, and he got the message, letting me lean back against the couch and climbing up to press his armpit into my face. As I licked it, I ran my hand up his muscular arm, feeling how tense and taut it was because he was using it to brace against the sofa, and then down his side. Guess Pex was ticklish, because he moved away from my hand, and laughed. I looked up at him, and he smiled (such a gorgeous smile) and bent down to kiss me.

I couldn’t resist, and I put my arms around him. He leaned down on me and I slipped to one side, so that we were lying on the sofa, with him lying on top of me. I could feel him, hard against me, even through my clothes. We kissed for a while, that way, and then he lifted himself off me. I hooked my hands into the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down. His cut cock looked good, hard and firm, the head shiny and wet with precum, smaller at the tip and widening down the shaft till it was thick at the base. He climbed off me, and took his underwear off, letting out a pair of fairly large, loose balls, and I noticed that he was completely smooth, no trace of hair.

I moved a bit along the sofa, so that my head was resting against the armrest. He climbed back on me, straddling my chest, and pushed his cock towards my lips. I took it in, and let him facefuck me, slowly, moving his hips to slide his dick in and out of my mouth, almost all the way, the full length of it, as he hissed with pleasure, his balls swinging against my chin as he did so. I slobbered on his cock, a softly wet blow job, slurping as he pumped into and out of my mouth. I ran my hands up the back of his firm, muscular thighs, soft as silk but hard under my fingers. He went a little faster, shorter strokes this time, and I breathed through my nose, and when I looked up, I saw that he was fingering his big nipples on his large rounded pecs as he moved.

He started to moan, and then looked down at me.

“You okay to swallow right?” Pex said, and when I nodded, he went a little faster still. I realised that this guy was being completely selfish - he was fucking my mouth like it was a hot ass. I wondered whether he’d live up to his end of the bargain, because I was rock hard in my shorts, and ready to fuck him once he’d gotten off. I grabbed onto his ass cheeks with both hands, and as he thrust into me, I spread his cheeks, and gingerly fingered his hole, running my fingers across (I could feel) his smooth, hairless pucker. That seemed to turn him on, and he got louder.

He moved, more and more urgently, until finally with a louder groan he unloaded - I could feel his cock pulsing against my lips as he pumped out a nice warm load, straight down my waiting throat. I swallowed, taking it all in. I do like sucking cock, after all.

He pulled out, and I let him go, and he climbed off me. I got off the sofa, and stripped off my own t-shirt and shorts. I was fully hard, and when I let it out, my cock was pointing up, my foreskin retracted a little bit. He was watching me, and looked unsure of what to do. I knew what I wanted, though, and pushed him back so that he sat on the sofa. I knelt between his legs, and lifted his semi-hard dick so that I could get to his balls. His sac was soft and smooth under my tongue, and when I sucked on his balls, it got tight and pulled up. From my finger action earlier, I figured he would enjoy getting rimmed, and when I licked down from his ballsack towards his hole, he lifted his legs and let out a soft moan.

His rosebud was fully exposed, pink and pretty against his fair skin. As I expected, he was also smooth back here. I put my hands against his asscheeks, helping to hold him up. When I put my tongue flat against his hole, I felt a shudder go through him, and he moaned even louder. I rimmed him thoroughly, licking around and across his asshole, kissing it, and sticking my tongue into it. He tried to stay still, but he obviously enjoyed it, writhing and moving as I ate him out: tasty.

When I stopped, and looked up, I saw that he was hard again. His hands were up against his chest - probably playing with his nipples again. He looked shyly down at me.

“Please,” Pex said, “Fuck me, can?”

So much for “you can fuck me if you want” - this guy was horny and ready for it.

I stood up, and presented my erection to him.

“You gotta suck it first,” I said.

He sat up, and leaned forward, but before he could take my cock into my mouth, I pulled it up and exposed my balls, which were hanging down loose.

“Lick my balls,” I said, and he obediently stuck out his tongue. I let him lick me, and then without prompting he sucked on my balls, one first, then the other.

When he let them go, I turned around. I felt his hands on my ass, kneading and squeezing my cheeks before he spread them open. He rimmed me, doing to me what I had done to him before, tonguing my hole, licking it. I didn’t let him do that for too long before I straightened up and turned around.

This time I did let him suck on my cock, although I didn’t face fuck him, let him do all the work.

“Get me nice and wet,” I said, and he did, licking up and down the shaft, sucking me down with little difficulty (he had a good angle) and his mouth felt good on me. I patted his cheek and he let got of my dick.

I stepped over to the side table and got a condom and ripped it open. He had lubed up my cock well, and I pulled back my foreskin and let it rest against the edge of my dickhead, rubbing some of my precum over it before I rolled on the condom and checked to make sure it was securely on before getting some lube. Pex leaned back against the sofa, and had put his legs down, but I got him to pull them up again, and he held on to the outside of his thighs, once again exposing his hole. I dribbled some lube on him, and then lubed myself up. I smacked my dick gently against his hole, watching as it twitched and winked at me. He had a hungry hole. I bent my knees a bit, and pushed my cock downwards.

I rubbed my dickhead against his asshole, and it pulsed at me some more.

“You want this?” I said. After he let me worship his (admittedly fine) body and fucked my face earlier, I thought it worthwhile to turn the tables.

He made the cutest face, and nodded.

I grabbed his cock with one hand, and stroked it. He gasped.

“You sure?” I said.

“Yes,” he said, understanding that I wanted to hear him say it.

I rubbed against his hole again, finding the opening. I put the tip in, against his pucker.

“Say it again,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he said, and as I stroked his cock with one hand, I used the other to push forward into him. Not much, only a little, but he gasped.

I let go of his dick, and smacked his ass with my open palm. He gasped again.

“Push out,” I said, “Like you’re going to shit.”

As he did so, I pushed in, fairly easily, but he moaned and whimpered like I was raping him. Then I hit his ring, and since he was already making so much noise, I decided not to give him a chance.

I pushed against him, hard, forcing my way in, and he groaned.

“Fuck me,” he managed to say, so I knew I wasn’t killing him, “FUUUCK, so big, FUCK, fuck”.

He was tight, but not unmanageably so, and I pulled out to let him catch a breath before I pushed in again. I did that a few times, going in a little further each time, till he was stretched open enough that I could move more smoothly, in and out, not too roughly, a nice slow pump.

The position wasn’t ideal, though, so I pulled out, and got Pex to move to the chaise, so that I could kneel with his legs over my thighs, and fuck up and forward into him. Less room to move this time, but I managed to get back to a steady pumping rhythm, and then I leaned forward, ignoring his soft moans, and put my hands on his big nubs. Rubbing them with my thumbs seemed to send him into spasms of ecstasy, and I bent forward to kiss him, feeling him twist and move under me as we locked lips.

When I straightened up, he surprised me by asking me to fuck him harder, so I got him to stand up and bend over the chaise, braced on his hands, so that I could enter him from behind. I leaned over, my chest against his back, slowly fucking him while I played with his nipples, which seemed swollen under my fingertips. I knew they were sensitive, but when I pinched one, he groaned appreciatively, and I pinched them both, firmly, and gave them a twist, which made him buck against me.

“More,” he said, and I continued torturing his tits, staying still as he fucked himself on me. He moaned in frustration, and I decided to put him out of his misery - I let go of his chest, and straightened up, put my hands on his waist, and really went at it, hammer-fucking him, ramming into his ass. He grunted and groaned, breathing heavily, and used one free hand to play with his cock while I pummelled his ass. It didn’t take long for him to cum (a second time) and when I felt his ass pulsing around my cock, I rode the feeling and unloaded myself, squirting into the condom that I was wearing, thrusting hard, slapping into Pex’s bottom.

Pex straightened up when I pulled out, and when he turned to face me, I pulled off my condom, held it in one hand and put my free hand on his shoulder. He knelt, and sucked me clean, my hand tangled in his hair and then I held his head still and fucked his face, moving from the hips.

I let him go, and he released my dick. He looked up at me, and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Nice?” I said, and he nodded and smiled up at me again.

I got rid of the condom, and took him into the shower. He was one of those guys who got all cuddly after a fuck, and we held each other under the cool spray from the rain shower and kissed.

I noticed that he was hard (again!) when we finished, and asked if he wanted some help. He nodded, and he leaned back against me, with my fingers up his ass at first, my other hand jacking him off. That went for a while, guess the third cum was a long time coming. I let go and let him jerk himself off while I fingerfucked him with one hand (although he was pushing back enough that it was like he was fucking himself onto my fingers) and pinched and twisted a nipple with the other, and that set him off, and he cried out and bucked his hips and dribbled another load onto my bathroom floor.

I turned on the shower again and we got cleaned up, properly this time, and he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I settled for wrapping a towel around myself, and then let him out before cleaning up the living room. We exchanged numbers, so it’s possible that we’ll do this again - I did like sucking on his big nipples, and I found it a turn-on when he fucked my face till he came … and he was a fun fuck.

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Massage

This continues from Window https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/176951027856/window but you don’t have to have read it first to enjoy this.

When we got to the pool, the sun was already pretty high in the sky. We splashed around a bit, taking the opportunity to touch and grope and horse around a bit, and soon Sam and I were both pretty hard. We took a break, lying side by side on a couple of wooden recliners, working on our tan, and letting our boners subside. That’s when Sam suggested going for a couple’s massage. His idea was that we would go for lunch, to build up the anticipation, and then go have a little fun. No argument here, so after we lay in the sun for a while, we went back to our hotel room, got changed, and headed out to eat.

A quick but late lunch later (no, we didn’t talk about sex the whole time) we made our way to a neighbouring district to find the massage parlour that he wanted to go to. We could’ve gone to the place that was walking distance from our hotel, but a friend had told him about this place where the happy endings were extra happy or something, so Sam had to find it. Navigation was a bit of a challenge after we got off the train, but we found the place down a back street easily enough.

It was definitely different: newer and cleaner than the other massage places I had been to. Perhaps it was a higher-class place. A handsome Thai guy played host, and we sat down to some snacks and really overpriced alcohol while we perused the masseurs, who were in a separate space (although we could see them through a conveniently placed window) standing around, or working out on the gym equipment.

I let Sam take the lead, and he negotiated a three hour massage session, and explained the extras that we wanted. When he mentioned that he wanted a big cocked top masseur, the host walked to the area where the masseurs were, and a few of them stood up and walked over to the glass. Sam picked one, a twinky guy, about his height, and I looked around and picked a really cute young Thai guy with a build like something you would see in a magazine: muscular and broad-shouldered.

The guys came out and introduced themselves. I can’t remember now what they were called, but they both had short, one-syllable names. Let’s call Sam’s masseur Tee, and mine Moo. Moo spoke English and Tee didn’t really, so as we walked to the room we’d been assigned, Sam explained to Moo what we wanted, and negotiated the fee. Because Sam is the methodical type (finance, remember) he tipped the boys before we even started, much to their embarrassment (apparently they usually only get paid after) giving them even more than the amount they’d asked for. Sam’s way of ensuring that we got good treatment.

We got to the room, and it was very nice. Wonderfully clean, hardwood floors and wood panelling all around, a couple of massage beds placed head to head, with mirrors on all the walls, and an attached bathroom. There was a sweetly pleasant scent of incense in the air, and some 80s eurodisco was playing over the sound system. The room was cool, air conditioned but not cold. Moo and Tee helped us both undress, folded our clothes and put them on trays on a low table in the corner, and then asked if we wanted them to help us shower. We both said yes, so they stripped too.

It was like something out of a porno, and Sam and I both got hard as we let our masseurs shower us - the bathroom had a big shower, and two shower heads on flexible hoses. Tee and Moo used them to wet us (and themselves) and then they soaped us both up, and then soaped themselves up (while Sam and I played a bit with the soap foam) and then they rinsed us all off.

Tee was cute, twinky, with a small boyish face and an impish smile, one of those small-sized guys with a big cock. Moo could have been a swimwear model: smooth, broad shoulders and chest, big round dark nipples, small waist and a round butt. You could tell from his broad thighs that he worked out, and didn’t skip leg day. By the time the shower was over, all four of us were hard: Tee was definitely the bigger of the two, longer and thicker than me by quite a bit. Moo was more average sized, so I was bigger than him, although of course Sam was still bigger than me.

For more about Sam, you can read Window https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/176951027856/window or Shenton Way https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/176806783064/shenton-way

Sam and I got on the massage beds, face down, our chins cupped by the foam headrests, and of course, we lifted our heads to watch each other getting oiled up and massaged by our masseurs, who were both nude. They stayed impressively hard while they worked, and even though I’m no expert, Moo did a good job. He started with my feet, massaging my feet with his thumbs, and then slowly going up my legs, working out the knots in my calves and thighs before using his fists to press out the knots in my glutes. The two guys worked together, going at about the same pace, so Sam and I both gasped almost in unison when they both kneaded our cheeks and fingered our assholes, reaching under to align our hard cocks down against the massage beds, our balls trapped between our slightly spread legs. Moo worked his way up my body, working out the knots in my back and shoulders and neck, and then he massaged my arms, first one and then the other, while Tee did the same thing, mirroring Moo.

Sam and I turned over, and lay on our backs. I assumed that Sam was getting the same treatment that I was, as Moo started at my neck and shoulders and worked his way down. Sam and I both made some interesting noises as our guys massaged our chests: Moo asked Sam if he wanted it harder, and Sam said no, but I did, and so I got my tits tortured - I assume Tee was giving Sam a gentler but no less erotic treatment. Moo moved down my body and frustratingly ignored my dick, even though I was very hard and I think a little wet with precum, and he was concentrating on the front of my thighs again before moving down to thoroughly massage my calves and then my feet.

At this point, judging from what I could see in the mirrors, Moo and Tee were both back to massaging Sam’s and my feet. I was almost completely relaxed, except for one part of my body that was still rock hard. I couldn’t see Sam, but I could see Tee, his big thick cock swinging as he moved from one of Sam’s feet to the other.

“Worth it, right?” Sam said, in his low voice, and I could hear the horniness in it because it was lower than usual.

I agreed, readily, and then found that Moo had climbed on the bed. He was straddling me, smiling down, his balls up against mine. He posed, double biceps, showing off, before bending over to press his firm body against mine, trapping our cocks together. When he started slipping up and down, grinding against me, I let out a gasp.

“I think the massage part is over,” Sam said, although Moo was doing a good job of massaging my torso with his. Moo sat up again, thumbing my nipple with his left hand while he wrapped his right hand around our two cocks and jerked them together, my dick slippery with the massage oil. It felt good.

“I fuck you? Or you fuck me?” Moo said. I nearly couldn’t answer, because the sensations were kinda overwhelming. I managed to control myself, and answered: “I fuck you”.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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Shenton Way

At my previous job, my office was in Shenton Way, and one night I found myself alone and horny in the office. I wasn’t in a relationship, exactly, but I was sort of seeing someone. Let’s call him Sam (not his real name).

Sam called. He was working late, too, and asked me if I wanted to meet up. It wasn’t all that late, and I was a little horny, so I told him that I would meet him - we could go home together, anyway. We lived in the same direction, although he got off the train a couple of stops before mine.

I finished up what I was doing, locked up the office, and went downstairs. I waited a while in the lobby area downstairs, until Sam came, and we headed to the MRT station together. He was horny, too, so we looked around for somewhere to have a little fun.

Sam is still a good-looking fella. Has a long face with a squarish jaw, and is widely considered to be a good catch. Probably because he works in finance, and makes a fair amount of money. He’s also a heck of a nice guy, has a nice body, a little on the lean side, and is so manly that you probably wouldn’t believe it if I told you he was a bottom. Good Chinese boy, a good son, and generally likeable all around. Has a low voice, doesn’t laugh all that readily, and has a methodical mind.

Which doesn’t mean he’s conservative or shy. When we went to Bangkok together (at one point) we had a couple’s massage, and I remember him moaning and bucking like a wild stallion while a Thai masseur with a massive cock impaled him. It was a turn on for me, too - I had bent the muscular massuer that I had chosen over my massage bed, and was standing, fucking him from behind while I watched Sam get it.

Anyway, we went down into the MRT station, and came up the other side, near International Plaza. We thought we would find some place behind Maxwell House (this is before the buildings that are there now were built) but there wasn’t anywhere that was suitably private. We settled for sitting in the park above the MRT station: well, it was kind of a concrete and tile maze in the plaza, with seats here and there. It was actually quite dark: the few lamps that dotted the place weren’t on.

We found a corner, and sat next to each other, taking the opportunity to talk and lean against each other. It’s not easy being gay and dating in Singapore, because you don’t want to be seen. We could have gone back to my place (I live alone) but we tended not to play on week nights. Sam was still not out to his family, and he didn’t want to go home too late. A few stolen moments, here and there, after work, was what we managed. Didn’t help that we were both fairly fresh out of school, and that meant long hours and late nights.

Still, sitting together in the park was nice. It was a cool night, clear skies, and there weren’t many people around. It was probably about half past ten, and already the area was fairly deserted. Oh, sure, there were people walking by International Plaza, which was right next to us, but even then it was only one or two people, every now and then.

Sam let his hand drift into my lap, and I had my hand on his crotch, too. We were both hard, restrained by our business pants. I took a risk, and unbuttoned his shirt, snaking my hand up and under it to feel his body, which was firm and warm. I pushed up a little further, feeling for his pecs, trying to find the sensitive parts of his chest. Sam’s face was pressed into my neck, and he let out a gasp when I found his nipple. I gasped, too, because he was groping my crotch fairly aggressively. We both had our eyes open, though - to keep an eye on people walking by in the distance.

I tried not to react too obviously when Sam unzipped my pants, and I had to wiggle a bit to allow his fingers to pull down my underwear and release my dick. The top part of it popped out of my zip, and though Sam had his hands on it, I felt very exposed. I stretched out my legs and spread them, so that Sam could pull more of my dick out, and then I had to let go of him because he bent over, his head in my lap, sucking on the tip of my cock.

I tried to look normal, although it felt really nice to have Sam’s warm mouth around my rod. Well, around the top part of it, at any rate. He was doing all kinds of good things down there, licking around the head, sucking gently, grazing it softly with his teeth, pressing on it with his lips. I put my hand on his head, resisting the urge to push him down so I could get more into his mouth - I knew he was limited by the zipper on my pants.

At one point, he was doing such a good job that I gasped, and the sound seemed to echo from the plaza around us. He stopped and sat up, and I took a risk and kissed him - his mouth was wet, and he responded eagerly, our tongues tangling. He still had a hand on my cock, though, shielding it from passing eyes (I hoped). When we stopped kissing, I told him we should stop.

“You want to stop?” he said, sounding a little disappointed.

“Well, no,” I said. “I don’t want to get caught.”

“Won’t get caught,” he said, “I won’t go home till I get a mouthful.”

He bent over again, and even though I was nervous, I enjoyed the furtive blowjob that I was getting. The reason his mouth was wet earlier was that Sam was giving me a slobbery suck, and I could feel his saliva dripping down my dick adding to the sensations I was getting from the treatment he was giving me.

When he fastened his lips around my cockhead and started sucking and moving his head, that made my juices rise. I released a soft moan (at least I hoped it was soft) and whispered that I was gonna cum. This only made Sam move faster and suck harder, and I struggled to control myself not to make noise as I felt myself involuntarily contracting, pumping out a load. Sam kept his lips around my cock until I finished, and when he lifted his head from my lap, he looked at me, smiled, and swallowed quite conspicuously.

We kissed again, and I could taste my cum in his mouth. I reached for his crotch, wanting to return the favour, but Sam said that it was late and he had to go home.

“Anyway, I got what I wanted,” he said, smiling cheekily at me. “Next one is on you.”

I tucked myself away, and Sam buttoned up his shirt. The zip area of my pants was wet from his saliva, but they were dark blue work pants, and I figured it wouldn’t show. We got up, and headed down into the MRT station - I checked when I got there, and there wasn’t anything to see, just a few wet spots that were slightly darker than the surrounding fabric.

We chatted comfortably on the ride home, and I was sad to see Sam go when he got off the train. I did, however, return the favour (and more) the next time we met: he came over to my place, and we got to be very, very naughty indeed.

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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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Sergeant Duty

I try to post something new every night, but sometimes life gets ahead of me. I’m still writing about stuff that happened last week, because I spent quite a bit of my free time gathering material for blog entries, if you know what I mean. I’ve actually been quite busy with work this week, so I haven’t had the chance to do much, but I did manage to do some blogging every lunchtime which let me catch up a bit. Last night, though, I left the office early, taking some work with me, and when I sat down to do it, I managed to find a way to do it very quickly.

This left me at home, alone, with nothing to do, early in the night, ahead of the game for once - so I thought I’d relax and see if I could get some relief. I sat on the sofa to watch some How to Get Away with Murder, since the latest season just dropped on Netflix, and grabbed my phone to surf the apps. The usual barrage of messages, the usual range of odd requests (no, I don’t want to join a Line group for hot guys, no, I don’t want a free massage, no, I know you respect me but I don’t want to fuck you), and fielded some conversations with people that I knew, or had slept with, or enjoyed chatting to. No real takers, though: it’s always the way that when I have time, and am available, I can’t find someone, but the guys I like appear when I can’t take advantage of the opportunity.

Wednesday night is a slow night anyway. That’s why clubs and bars often have specials that night, because no one really wants to go out mid-week. It probably didn’t help that it was early - most people come online looking for a screw later on - so I got myself some dinner (threw together a simple salad and boiled up some dumplings that I had in the freezer) and sat back to enjoy the show. (I really like HtGAwM. It’s delightfully complex.)

Got through a couple of episodes, and fired up the apps again. An acquaintance from Scruff popped up, and he was game for some fun, so I made the necessary arrangements. (I should probably point out that I have way too many acquaintances from the apps - not always people I want to fuck, either.) Had a shower (I like to be fresh) and put on a pair of running shorts (commando) and a t-shirt. I put on my running shoes and went downstairs to wait at the bus stop some distance from my condo.

Declan (not his real name) is an army regular, couple of years younger than me, sergeant or something in an infantry unit. He’s fit in a soldier sort of way, lean and tan, not muscular in a bulky way, built for long-distance running with heaps of core strength, and rough around the edges. Looks like a professional douchebag, half-sneer on his quite nerdy face, with thick black-framed glasses that make his eyes look smaller than they are. He’s probably a great soldier, a real asshole to his men, pushes them hard, but also looks after and protects them. He cruises on Scruff “anonymously” and “discreetly” - so no face pix - but I’ve met him and had a fun a couple of times. He’s one of those straight guys who comes to the apps for some relief, but unlike most of them, he’s willing to give it up. To be honest, he’s probably a little low on the hygiene for the average gay boy, but I know his pattern and I enjoy it. That’s also why the supplies I brought with me included a pack of wet wipes.

He picked me up in his car (which I won’t describe) dressed in army pt gear, smelling like he’d finished some sort of exercise. When we talked, he told me that he’d gotten horny while running, and when we chatted, he hopped straight in his car and came to get me. As usual, we drove for a long time, going some distance away to a quiet road, with nature all around it. The windows were down, and the car filled with the smell of wet leaves and the jungle, and he found a space where the road widened a bit and drove off the road into a slightly clear patch before shutting off the engine. Not exactly hidden (any car that drove past would see the car) but with the lights off, and no residences nearby, we were in almost total darkness.

He clicked back his seat to the max, removed his glasses and put them on the dashboard, took off his seatbelt and pulled down his shorts a bit. I knew the drill, but I liked to hear him say it.

“Suck me,” he said, and I undid my seatbelt and bent over his crotch. His dick was fragrant with sweat and piss, and so hard, sticking up out of his nest of untrimmed pubes: clearly he was turned on and horny. I held it in one hand, playing with it, enjoying the feeling of it. Declan leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head, exposing his hairy pits. I knew I’d be getting my mouthful of those later.

He was uncut, and even fully erect his foreskin was long enough to extend past his dickhead a fair bit. I pulled it back, and swept my thumb under the edge of the mushroom head, flicking out (I hoped) most of the smegma that had accumulated there during the day. I put my head down, licking gently at the underside, and he exhaled loudly. I licked down his shaft, and found that he’d pulled down his shorts and underwear only enough to release his dick. I pulled impatiently at the band of his shorts, and he lifted his butt off the seat enough for me to pull his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. That left his hairy balls exposed, and even though I was going at them from the side, I still managed to lick them until they tightened up a bit.

I went back to paying attention to his cock, which wasn’t pornstar huge but was a good size, a little fatter at the base, tapering a bit along the shaft and then terminating in a big blunt mushroom. I took that mushroom into my mouth, swizzling my tongue under it, pressing and releasing my lips along the edge, before sliding down to take him all the way into my mouth, until my lips were pressed against the curly bush. I held it there, sucking gently, breathing through my mouth, and then slowly released him, pressing my lips tightly against the shaft as I sucked my way to the top. When I let go of him, he exhaled again, not so loudly this time, more a gasp. I lifted my head and turned to look at him, and he smiled gently at me.

I knew what he liked, so I kissed my way up his stomach, along the fine hairs that made up his treasure trail, pushing up his army tank top as I went. His stomach was flat and firm, and I could taste the faint saltiness of his dried sweat. When I got to his flat, slab like pecs, I pushed up his top some more, and he grabbed it with his hands and pulled the front up, letting it rest at the base of his neck. This was my cue for more body worship, and as I licked around the edges of his pecs, and slurped on his small tight nipples, he jacked his cock with one hand. He’d put the other hand back behind his head, and then he let go of his dick to put his hand on the back of my head and guide it to his open armpit.

He was ripe, and smelled it - I got a noseful of Declan’s manly scent when I nuzzled his pit, and he sighed again as I licked him out. Declan let me nuzzle him for a while, before he guided me back down to his cock, and I obediently took him right into my mouth and sucked him, up and down, slowly at first. He kept his hand on the back of my head, and then put the other hand there, pressing me to speed up. I moaned through my full mouth, and he did, too. I’d been half-hard with anticipation from the time I finished my shower, but sucking on Declan like that got me hard all the way.

I thought he’d shoot into my mouth, but he stopped, pulled me off his cock, and sat for a while, panting, playing with his cock with one hand and with a nipple in the other. I knew what was coming next.

“Okay, come,” he said, stepping out of his shorts and underwear and opened the door. I got out, too, and he came over to my side, the side away from the road. He leaned back against the car, and pulled the front of his tank top over his head so that it sat across his back like a harness. His dick was hard and heavy, erect but curved downwards, and I squatted in front of him and slurped it up. His hands returned to the back of my head, and this time he face-fucked me, holding my head still while he pumped his hips, his butt occasionally hitting the car behind him. I pulled up my shorts, letting my hard cock out of one of the leg holes.

He gasped, and pulled out, using one hand to lift his dick and the other to push my head towards his ball sack. I licked, and managed to suck one into my mouth, and then when I let go he pushed his cock back into my mouth and went back to face-fucking me, this time with only one hand behind my head - because, when I looked up, I saw him rubbing his other hand across his firm, flat stomach and chest. Horny fucker.

He went faster and I did my best to keep up, a nice slobbery blowjob/face fuck. He knew I liked it in my mouth, but he didn’t shoot while his dick was inside, and instead pushed me away, and started jacking hard on his cock. I opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, and he bounced the underside of his dick against it as he wanked himself, until he pulled back his foreskin and unloaded, getting most of his seven or so squirts of warm cum into my mouth, with only a little on my lips. I took him into my mouth, and sucked him from root to tip a couple of times, milking out the remainder of his juice with my lips.

When I finally let him go, and sat back on my haunches, he smiled down at me.

“Fucking good, sia,” he said, his dick still fairly rigid, bobbing in front of him.

“My turn,” I said, and he turned, bracing himself against the rear passenger door, sticking his ass out, his legs spread a little. He had a cute bum, small and not at all fleshy, but I liked the look of it. I don’t think Declan liked getting fucked that much, but he didn’t want to suck, and he knew this was the price of my mouth.

I pulled down my shorts, and stepped out of them, taking care not to let them touch the ground. I opened my door, putting my shorts on the seat, and bending down to take the supplies that I put on the floor between my legs when I got in earlier. I jacked my cock, fully hard, and ripped open a pack of lube with my teeth, putting a little on my dick. I held on to the lube packet and used my teeth to gently tear open a condom foil, and then I rolled it on and lubed myself up with the remainder of the lube. I was horny, too, and my gloved dick was pointing up, ready for duty.

I also got out a wet wipe from the pack that I’d brought with me. I stepped behind Declan, and told him to “spread ‘em”, and he reached behind himself and spread his cheeks open. I wiped his ass as clean as I could, flung the wet wipe aside, then got another pack of lube and slicked him up, with most of it. I held the remainder of the pack in my teeth - I’d use it later. I slid my hands up his arms, feeling his firm guns, and slipping them across to rub his nipples (which earned me another sigh) and then down his stomach. I resisted the urge to kiss his neck - I knew Declan didn’t like that.

I let go of him, and pushed my dick down at the base so that the tip was against Declan’s hairy hole. I pushed forward, experimentally, and he grunted.

“Push out,” I said, through my clenched teeth, and as he did, I pushed in. I only got the tip in, and then I backed out.

“Again,” I said, and as he spread his ass cheeks with his hands, I slowly pushed forward, and met some resistance. I bent my legs and tried again, pushing upwards this time, and got a little tiny bit further. I pushed harder, and stretched him open enough that I managed to slide myself in, slowly, bit by bit, until I was in all the way, with Declan whimpering softly the whole time. To his credit, he held himself still as I impaled him on my cock.

“Good?” I said.

“Pain,” was all Declan said. I pulled out, and applied the remainder of the lube liberally to my dick, and it went in a lot easier when I pushed it in again, whether it was from Declan being stretched before or from the extra lube. I went all the way in, till I was resting against him, and in him.

“Fucking pain, fucking pain,” he said, and I put my arms around him again, rubbing his nipples till he moaned, and sliding my hand down. I found that he was hard, and I ran my fingers over his tight ball sack while I stroked his cock.

“But you like it, looks like,” I said, and he nodded. His hands were still on his ass cheeks, holding them open, and I put my hands on them and moved them, so that he was braced against the car, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. I adjusted his position a bit, so that I was conveniently placed, sliding in and out of him a couple of times slowly.

“Ready? Fast or slow?” I said. We’d done this a couple of times before, and I had a good idea of his tolerance.

“Fast,” he said, because he wanted to get it over with. He was braced against the car, his head hanging down, as he tried to take having my cock in his ass. I braced my hands against his waist, and slid in and out of him, almost all the way, letting him get used to it, but only for a couple of strokes.

“Can?” I said.

“Can,” he said, emphatically, and then moaned as I went faster. I got up to a steady rhythmic pump, and then changed my grip, holding on to his “harness” with one hand while I rode his ass like a bucking bronco. He hissed through his teeth, grunted and moaned, sounds which were music to my ears, and only made me fuck him harder. I was grunting, too, low and throaty, with every thrust, and I could also hear the slap slap slap sound of me pumping his ass.

“Fuck,” Declan said, “Cum, please cum.” The idea of this professional soldier bent over and begging me to cum because I was wrecking his ass was so hot - I used my free hand to pinch and twist one nipple, and then I lost it, blowing my load out into my condom, thrusting extra hard up and into his butt, squirting with each stroke. I kept going a couple more times after I finished, and then I pulled out. Declan stood up from the car, and walked around - maybe to stretch, maybe to make sure that his hole was still in one piece.

I carefully removed the condom from my cock and tossed it aside - the fresh air had hidden it, but I could definitely smell shit. I opened the car door and got out a couple more wet wipes, and handed one to Declan. He swiped his ass, and tossed it, and I used mine to wipe off my cock. I noticed that he was, surprisingly, still hard, maybe even harder and bigger than before. Before I let him go, I squatted in front of him again, and he eagerly put his cock back in my mouth for another round of face-fucking. This time, he went all the way, shooting into my mouth and letting me suck his mushroom head like a sweet till I got out all the goodies inside.

He went back around to his side of the car, and got in. I stood outside the open door on my side, and put my shorts back on, and when I got back in, Declan was fully dressed.

“Okay, good,” he said, as he started up the engine and pulled back onto the road.

“Which one?” I said.

“Both, but the second one, you swallow for me, very good,” he said. I smiled in the dark. I don’t think he saw me, because he had his eyes on the road.

“But fuck, la, tomorrow morning I got run. Dunno my backside can or not,” he said, and then laughed. I laughed too, and we made small talk in the car (mostly about the typhoon in HK) until he dropped me off.

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Even

The usual gang of after work end-of-week drinkers had shrunk down to two, just me and Irvin (not his real name). I didn’t know him all that well, he wasn’t actually from my company, but he was friends with one of my colleagues. I had hung back a bit because … well, because I got a bit of a vibe from him, and because I thought he was attractive.

Irvin had a big chest, (he has a short and broad frame) and I could see the dark brown discs of his nipples through his white work shirt. I could also see that he had quite big nubs, poking up. Those caught my eye. You know I’m a bit of a sucker for nipples.

He’d taken off his tie, undone his collar and rolled up his sleeves, and they clung tightly to his big arms. Looked really hot, with his wrestler’s build. His business pants were also tailored to his ass, which looked big and firm. All of this contrasted quite strongly with his squarish face - his glasses gave him a nerdy look, and he had a geeky look, like his body belonged to someone else.

He’d switched to water, because he needed to drive home. I was finishing off my third glass of wine, so I was pleasantly buzzed.

“Time to make a move,” Irvin said, stood and picked up his things. “Want a lift?”

I agreed, got my stuff and we headed to where his car was, in the office building where he worked. We made small talk along the way, and I complimented his physique. We compared our gym routines and I said how much I liked his chest. I put a hand out to feel it, and he stopped to let me.

I put my hand flat on his chest - very firm - and then I ran my hand across it, feeling the mounded shape, and then I sort of rubbed and cupped it, because it was a good size. Irvin made a small noise.

“Want a closer look?” he said, with a little smile. “Normally I charge, but free for a friend.”

I kept my face still, unsure if he was serious. Turns out that he was - as we continued, he explained that he often got offered money to do things by people who saw him in the gym. He’d accepted offers twice (he said) for muscle worship, where he went to a person’s house and they touched his body and did other things.

I said that I thought he was straight, and he laughed at me. Doing things for pay didn’t change his orientation, he said, and he didn’t care about the gender of the mouth that was sucking him. That was his limit, he said, which made sense to me.

Honestly, whatever your limit is, that’s your limit, and it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you - in this case, I could see what Irvin was getting at.

The car park was quite empty, not surprising given the hour, and the fact that it was in the business district. Fortunately for us, Irvin had parked in a far corner, because it was the only spot available when he’d arrived at work, he said. Still, it was in direct line of sight to the lift lobby, so anyone getting out of the lift to get their car (there were a couple more left on this floor) could see us.

I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped me. Car park was a little too exposed, so instead, we made our way to a higher floor. His firm had the use of the entire floor, and the toilets were inside. Completely private, for all intents and purposes, but we walked around the floor making sure that no one had stayed back to work.

I thought we could have pretty much done stuff out in the open, since there was no one in the place, but Irvin led me into the unisex handicapped toilet. It was huge, bigger than some HDB bathrooms, and had a sink and a toilet and plenty of other space, with handrails in a few places as well as a couple of emergency call buttons. Irvin closed and locked the door. He leaned against the one blank wall (the others had the door, the sink and the toilet against them), and slowly, seductively, undid one button on his shirt.

He looked a bit wounded when I laughed at him, but he recovered when I stepped forward and put my hands above his hips, and ran them up and down to feel his solid body.

“Open your shirt,” I said, and I let him undo the rest of his buttons. When he pulled his shirttails out of the waistband of his pants, I spread his shirt open, and cupped his pecs. They were really quite big, and heavy, and my hands were in the right position for me to rub my thumbs against his nipples as I lifted and lowered his pecs. He did have fairly large nubs, and he inhaled, hissing, when I rubbed them.

He was responsive, making soft noises as I played with his chest. It wasn’t worship, really, I mean, I like nipples and pecs and all that - but I was mostly trying to turn this guy on. I wanted him to moan.

(A small part of me wanted him to be so crazy horny that he’d ask me to fuck him, but I don’t think that straight guys do that. I already knew that he’d probably let me suck him if I got him hot enough.)

I tried getting a little rougher, but he didn’t like that - not everyone likes having their nipples played with, let along pinched and twiddled and more. I went back to just playing with his chest as though they were a couple of muscular boobs, and then I thought maybe I would lean in and taste him.

I put my thumb and forefinger around Irvin’s nipple, pinched and let go of his nub, firmly, but not hard. I leaned forward, and ran the tip of my tongue around his areola, leaving his nub alone. He grunted, impatient, put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, so I got a mouthful of his pec.

I sucked, his nipple entirely in my mouth, like a baby trying to get a feed. Irvin breathed heavily, and I thought he was enjoying it. I stuck out my tongue, pressed it against his nipple. The nub of his nipple felt very big against my tongue, the size of a pill. Now he didn’t seem to care about how much noise he was making, and he moaned loudly, as I rubbed my tongue against it, back and forth.

I let it go, and tried to put up my head, but Irvin pushed my head to his other pec - back to sucking, and more moaning from him. I have to admit that I was kind of enjoying myself. Maybe because hearing him moan was a turn-on for me.

When I put one hand on his crotch, I found that he was hard, straining. Obviously, sucking on his chest had turned him on a bit. He undid his belt and his pants in a hurry. When he let me take my head off his chest, I saw a small, wet spot on his underwear.

I rubbed the bulge, and Irvin peeled his undies downward and let out his cock. He had one that was thick at the base and somehow more narrow at the tip, uncut, but so hard that the skin was stretched tight over his cockhead.

I put a hand around him, and leaned forward to suck his chest again. Got his whole nipple under my mouth, and swirled my tongue around his tit, sucked hard - and then heard him yell “oh, FUCK” above my head and felt his cock pulsing in my hand.

I let go of his nipple and looked down, and saw that Irvin had shot his load, across the handicapped toilet, and a single strand of jizz was hanging down from his dick.

“Hey, sorry, sorry,” Irvin said, looking embarrassed. I didn’t reply, just dived down to scoop up that last drop with my tongue and get a taste of his cock. He half-yelped when I engulfed him, right to the root. I could smell him, when I had my mouth full - a full day’s worth of ballsweat, he was ripe. I didn’t mind.

He let me have a couple of sucks, from the base till only his glans was in my mouth, and back down again, before pulling back. I stood up, and Irvin pulled his underwear up.

“Ok, enough?” he said, “Or, uh, you want to jerk off or something?” I was hard and horny enough to want to finish, but I didn’t want to jerk myself off.

“You help me?” I said, and he seemed amenable.

I undid my pants and lowered them, mid-thigh. Irvin fingered my own barely-restrained bulge, and pulled down the front of my underwear.

I popped out, more than halfway hard, my foreskin retracted enough that my piss slit showed through the opening, wet and glistening.

“Wow, you’re big,” Irvin said, admiringly. I’m not, really - seen much bigger - but I am a little bigger than average and a little thicker, too, which adds to the illusion of size.

He stood to one side, out of the line of fire, grasped me overhand, and jerked me roughly, my foreskin slipping over my head more easily than usual since it was already lubed with pre-cum. It was uncomfortable but felt strangely good.

I imagine we must have looked like a couple of guys in one of this exec wear pornos, both dressed in workwear, my cock out, Irvin’s pants open and his shirt unbuttoned.

On a whim, I leaned forward and sucked one of his pecs like before. Irvin cursed “ah, FUCK” and jerked me harder, and it only took a little while of that before I was close enough to cum, pumping out my load and bucking my hips a couple of times. Irvin took his hand off as soon as I shot, and I stood back up.

I saw that some of my cum had landed on his hand, one thick string and I’d also managed to shoot quite far. Irvin smeared the last bit of my jizz on his other pec, and smirked at me.

“Dessert?” he said, and I obediently licked it off his nipple (earning me a sigh) and then sucked that pec, tonguing the nub.

Irvin moaned and I felt motion - he’d leaned back against the wall, pulled his underwear down and was jerking himself off. He was hard, again.

I straightened up.

“Can round two?” I said. Irvin’s eyes were a little glazed, and he nodded.

“I think so,” he said. I got to my knees, and he let himself go - it went straight into my mouth, and I sucked him, looking up to see that he was fingering his chest. I put one hand up and he let me grab one pec. He was moaning again as I fingered him, and when I managed to get his nub between my thumb and forefinger, I rubbed it between them - that was enough to set him off. He rewarded me with a second load, his dick pulsing between my lips, me swallowing a couple of times as he pumped it out into my mouth.

I withdrew and stood up, and we both tidied up. We made our way to the car, and he drove me home.

“That was good,” Irvin said, “I should be the one paying you.” I climbed out of the car - he’d stopped under my condo.

“Ah, you saved me a taxi fare home,” I said. “I think we’re even.”

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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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damnnn! fuckin declan is sooo damn hott

if only straight men knew the joys of being fucked ahahaa

[pt-kid2]

29 May 2018 | Day 10 there is this life guard in the pool I visit. very weird personally, he only talk to selective people. Being earlier then him these few days, He cycle a road bike to work (that the same bike as sir), upon he reach his workplace, he will be soak, in this cycle tights. What caught my attention was his penis silhouette in his sweaty tights. How I wish I can feel it. Rubbing against me. Shit! I am hard again and caged. 

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