Sg Bro

Local stories from a local guy.

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git it where you need it boy

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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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Xmas Tales: Bumped

The one good thing about the TSA security lines, Eric reflected, was the opportunity for people-watching. Specifically, guy-watching. Especially now, at Christmas, at a big airport like JFK, when the usual diverse mix of travelers was enhanced even more, all the guys heading home for the holidays. Dads with their families, solo business-types like himself, young college dudes heading home for the winter break. It was just window-shopping, sure, but the line didn’t seem to be going anyplace, so why not enjoy the sights?

Like the young guy a little ways ahead of him. He was one of a twosome, from the looks of it, a couple of collegiate-looking bros, heading home for the holiday. A nice frame on him, broad-shouldered under his sweatshirt, short, neatly cut brown hair showing under his ballcap, atop a solid neck. More than that, though, the dude had an ass on him, big and round and solid in his grey jeans, supported by two strong-looking legs. Hell of a sight, and one Eric’s eyes kept returning to, as the line shuffled slowly, incrementally forward, doubling back on itself over and over.

Eric had long ago learned not to get too uptight about all this. He had PreCheck and all the other shit a seasoned flyer needed, but still, it was always going to be a clusterfuck this close to the holidays. No sense succumbing to the anxiety and the bad vibes and pissing and moaning like half the other people here. The line was the line. Getting uptight and pissy about it wouldn’t get you any closer to the end of it.

He’d given himself plenty of time to get through all the hurdles, especially given the way the weather was going. The rest of it was out of his hands — all he could do was keep his eyes on the prize, and take the time to enjoy the sights along the way. Like that young dude’s ass, appearing and reappearing in his line of sight as the people between them shifted. It stood out like a beacon. Eric casually studied the shape of it, the strong arc of the muscles beneath the denim, and started to entertain ideas about how it might look, freed from the dude’s close-fitting jeans. How the kid might look, bent over Eric’s bed, as he skinned his underwear down and…

Keep thinking that way and you’re gonna embarrass yourself, he thought to himself with a little smirk, feeling his cock shift inside his own jeans.

The line shifted again, the hot-ass dude and his buddy rounding the curve up ahead as the line doubled back, and now Eric could see his face. Yeah, nice, he thought. A good-looking young dude — no fashion model or anything, but definitely on the eye-catching end of the boy-next-door spectrum. Clean-shaven, a collection of regular features that together combined to become more than the sum of their parts. Eric thought he was being pretty subtle at taking in the sight of him, but then the dude glanced up in his direction, his eyes meeting Eric’s under the brim of his ballcap. For a second, their gazes locked, and Eric noted the way the dude’s eyes shifted, a quick downward sweep over his frame, then back up to look up at him again. Eric knew that look well, that quick visual inventorying of another guy, and he felt a nice tingle of added interest. Even more when the dude gave him an almost shy half-smile, cutting his gaze away from Eric’s, a little blush on his creamy cheeks.

Damn, kid, if you knew what I’d like to do with you… Eric thought, his cock tingling with interest inside his boxer briefs. Something about the way the dude had slyly checked him out, not so obviously that his buddy might have noticed, felt like permission to Eric. He wasn’t the leering type, and this wasn’t one of the bars, where it was implied that you and all the other dudes were there for the same reason, and could be as frank with your gaze and your intentions as you wanted to be. But Eric traveled a lot, and in his experience, the airport was as cruisy a place as any public space. Seemed alright to do it now. After all, they were just a couple of travelers, each no doubt headed in opposite directions once they got through the security line. There wasn’t any harm in it — just the opposite, really. Even if you never got any further than the checking-each-other out stage, it was a fun game, and a nice boost to the ego, having some good-looking, hot-assed college kid check you out. The perfect start to a much-needed vacation.

Now that they were more or less facing each other, either side of the makeshift barrier corralling everyone, the dude’s eyes kept subtly returning to Eric. Yep — the game was definitely on now, both players on the court. Eric thought he presented pretty well himself — he’d always been fit and considered himself to be more than decent-looking. He’d never had much trouble finding another guy to get naked with, especially in a target-rich environment like Manhattan. He’d dressed for his flight sequence today in a way that was comfortable and stylish enough, he hoped, to bolster his chances at an upgrade — designer jeans that accentuated his strong, athletic thighs, a button-down shirt on the dressier side of casual, a lightweight linen blazer that said business class-ready. He subtly squared his shoulders, knowing his pecs would present a little more and put a little gap in the button-down, waited for the dude’s buddy to look away, and gave him a casual, friendly, but appraising look. The other guy looked at him and gave him a twitch of a smile. Yep, no doubt about it — he was interested, alright.

As the line wound its way towards the checkpoint, Eric alternated between looking at his phone and giving the dude more casual, appraising glances. Nearly every time, he found them being returned, even when the dude was in conversation with his buddy. No matter where they were positioned in the line relative to each other, they kept on homing in on one another, eyes meeting across the crowd, sharing friendly, yet unmistakable glances. Eric hadn’t had such a sustained, low-key flirtation outside of the bar in forever, and found himself digging the slow, subtle vibe of it all.

By the time they were on the home stretch of the line, approaching the podium for passport inspection, Eric was nursing a bit of an instant crush on Hot Ass Bro, as he’d come to think of him, and found himself idly hoping they were both headed the same way. The dude hadn’t once seemed bored, or agitated — just calm and patient and cute as hell, with his casually friendly smile and his furtive glances meeting Eric’s. For a little while there, it had started feeling like it was just the two of them, separated by other bodies or the nylon barrier, everything and everyone else just backdrop to this little dance. Two bodies in motion, moving towards the same endpoint. Just a shared moment in time, nothing at all in the grand scheme of things, really. But hell, nice while it lasted.

He followed the dude’s back as he cleared the passport station and headed for the X-ray machines, savoring one last glance at that fine high, tight and rounded ass, and then the dude and his buddy were passing through the scanners and heading for the gates. Eric shrugged internally, thankful at least for the diversion from the slow-moving drudgery, and stepped forward towards the podium as he consigned the image of the dude to memory.

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Furniture

So it’s a slow Saturday afternoon, and I’m sitting back on my sofa, watching an episode of DC’s Legends of Tomorrow that I’ve seen already. I’m wearing nothing but a loose tank top - I used it in the gym but it’s so worn that I keep it for home use these days. I’m idly twiddling my nipples with both hands, because Gymboy’s head is between my legs. He’s nude, and I can see the top of his head, and the shapes of his muscles across his broad back.

I have one leg on the floor, and the other is hooked over his shoulder, my foot resting against his back. He’s sucking slowly on my cock - he’s been servicing me for a while.

“It’s like you’re my furniture,” I say, “Like the best foot stool, ever.”

Gymboy looks up, meets my eyes, and somehow manages to look thoughtful as he slurps hard on my dick. He takes it out of his mouth, but keeps a hand on it, holding me in an erect angle.

“Can also,” he says, and gets back to work.

I keep teasing my nipples, and let Gymboy do his job for a while. The episode ends and I shut off the tv and computer. Then I tell him to swap places with me. He sits up on the couch, and I bend over in front of him, spreading my cheeks so he can rim my ass.

He does a good job, and after a few minutes I am even harder than before.

Time for a fuck.

I step away, strip off my tank top and prep, getting a condom out of my small basket of supplies. A quick rip and roll and I’m all set, dick pointing up and away from me, sheathed and ready. I take the bottle of lube and turn back to the couch: Gymboy has both legs up, holding on to them by his ankles, on display. I fondle his balls with one hand but leave his dick alone - he’s so hard that his foreskin has slipped back quite a bit. There’s a bead of clear precum at his slit, and as I play with his globes, it drips down the side of his cockhead.

I let go, and pump a few squirts of lube into my hand, slick up my dick, and then pump a few more squirts for Gymboy’s asshole. I use my fingers to loosen him up, pumping more lube as I go, till he gasping a little as I fingerfuck his smooth rosebud.

I put down the bottle of lub and grasp his dick with my slick hand, give him a few strokes, and then wipe off the remainder of the lube on the inside of his thigh. He licks his lips as I put my hands on the underside of his legs, and position my erection at his opening.

I’m tempted to push in hard, but he’s been a good boy, and has earned this fuck. I go in slow, instead, with only a little resistance. Gymboy breathes heavily as I force my way in. Guess I did a good job loosening him up.

I adjust my position, keep my eyes on Gymboy’s face, and start moving. I can see immediately that he likes it, and I change the angle of my thrusts slightly till he opens his mouth, a silent “O”, and I know I’ve hit his spot. My steady rhythm is working its magic, and I see his eyes widen before he tilts his head back, giving in to the feeling (I assume).

His breathing is loud, and more laboured as I fuck him, and soon I hear low moans, almost purring, in time to my thrusts. I can see his hips moving, too, little movements, but in this position he can’t move much. I take advantage, lean forward, managing to keep thrusting with my hips, and place my hands on his pecs. I have my thumbs on his nipples, and he lifts up his head to look at me. I brush his nipples and he gasps.

“Can I cum? Cum while you’re fucking me?” he says. I shake my head, no.

“Furniture doesn’t get to cum,” I say.

He looks up, strangling a gasp, bites his lip (I’m still hitting his spot), and nods once, okay. He’s a good boy, like I said.

I bend forward to kiss him, and speed up, taking care, trying to keep up the sensation for him. I think I’ve succeeded, because as our tongues tangle, he moans into my mouth, softly at first, and then louder.

When I straighten up, he licks his lips again.

“I … I try to control,” he says, but I can tell from his dilated pupils and the shine in his eyes that it’s difficult. I slow down again, more shallow strokes, and I think I’m still getting him off, since he’s got a determined look, and is shuddering with the effort of not cumming.

I pull out a little, and he makes a strangled noise, disappointed. I don’t withdraw all the way, though, and when he looks up at me, I grin, and push back in, hard, as deep as I can.

He grunts, and continues to grunt as I fuck him hard, long strokes, out and then all the way in, and I’m grunting too. When I’ve had enough of banging him, I slow right back down, and try to find the angle where I’m working his spot - found it, because Gymboy moans, mmm, and then puts his head down, relaxing into the feeling.

I keep on like that for a while, slow and steady, then hard and fast, Gymboy rewarding me with either low groans or grunting, till both of us are dripping with sweat. It’s a warm day, even though the sky is overcast, and I didn’t turn on the airconditioning before we started. To tell you the truth, it’s a turn-on, seeing Gymboy glistening wet, his defined abs clenching from time to time as I fuck him, my own sweat dripping down my body, my dick slipping into and out of his hole.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I say, and bend over him, bracing myself on either side of his body, my arms straight, my elbows locked, and I move my feet back so that I am in a plank position. Gymboy lets go of his legs, and wraps them around me, and then puts his hands on my chest, fingering my nipples. As I slam down into him with my hips, hard but not fast, he grabs my pecs: he knows how much of a turn on it is for me to have my chest played with, and he tortures my nipples, pinching and pulling them as I pump into him faster and faster till I unload into his ass.

I collapse down on him, and we kiss, again, and I can feel his erection hard against my body. I straighten up, and pull out: my condom is pretty full, and I can tell I’ve managed quite a big load. I’m still hard, though, to my surprise. Maybe I have another load in me.

Gymboy puts his legs down and moves to sit up, and I gesture for him to stay down.

“Furniture, remember?” I say, and he stays still, his legs spread. I step to my supplies and get another condom, rip it open and roll it on Gymboy’s cock, then pick up the bottle of lube from where I put it down, and lube up, first his dick, and then my ass. I turn around, reach behind me to pull up Gymboy’s dick, and position it so that I can sit down on it. 

It goes in, and I enjoy the dull ache of being stretched out by Gymboy’s fat cock. I turn back, and he has a smile on his face, but he doesn’t move. I bounce on him, slowly at first, my cock still encased, my previous load trapped around my dick head. I climb on the sofa so that I’m squatting over him, and speed up a bit till my rod is bouncing, too, riding Gymboy like he’s my new toy, listening to him grunting softly as I pleasure myself. The intensity isn’t right, though, so I get off him.

“Fuck me till you shoot,” I say, “Fast one.”

I get on the sofa, kneeling with my legs together, my cock and balls trapped in front of my thighs, and bend over bracing against the backrest. I turn back, and watch Gymboy push his way into me again, and look forward again as he puts his hands on my waist before thrusting into me, ramming me hard.

“Yeah, harder,” I say, and he obeys. I told you he was a good boy.

He pumps me hard, till my breath is ragged, and then he starts grunting. I can smell the sweat coming off the two of us. I’m going to have to wipe down the sofa after this.

I’m a little uncomfortable, and I manage to spread my legs a bit while he continues to pump me. That feels better, and I put one hand around my shaft, and jack myself with the condom. The cum trapped around my dickhead feels good, and I can feel my tide rising, for the second time. He better not cum before I do.

“Can I cum?” Gymboy says, and I’m so close that I tell him yes.

We almost cum together, my load spurting out of me just as he bangs into me hard, interrupting his rapidfire fucking and turning into a handful of long, deep strokes. When he stops moving, breathing hard, my condom has been filled a second time.

He pulls out and I get off the couch. I kneel on the floor in front of him, looking up at his beautiful body, abs and large pecs, defined v-lines, shining with sweat, watching him catch his breath. I pull off his condom, and suck on his cock, which makes him gasp, and then when he’s clean, I sit back up on the sofa and spread my legs. I’m still holding his condom, and then I pull off my own, and upend both of them, squeezing out three loads of fresh jizz on my cock and balls. Gymboy doesn’t need to be instructed, and he’s on his knees again in front of me. I lift my leg and put it over his shoulder, and we’re back where we began.

Best footstool ever, slurping up the mess we’ve made, cleaning all that cum.

When he’s done, I let him go to the shower first, while I dispose of the condoms and put the lube away. Grab a cloth from the kitchen and wipe down the sofa, too, and then I join him to clean up.

We get dressed, and go out to dinner.

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hotel

The door was unlocked when I got there, the latch flipped over so that the door wouldn’t fully shut. Although it was afternoon, the room beyond the door was cool and dark, the curtains drawn shut, the aircon on what felt like full blast.

As I pushed the door slowly open, I could hear some rhythmic grunting, a soft whimpering and grunting, the slapping of body against body, the unmistakable sounds of sex. I was actually surprised that no one had heard it from the hallway, but then the hotel was pretty empty given the hour.

The only reason I’d managed to get up here was that reception had been instructed to let me up: the lady from the front desk had tapped her card in the lift, and pressed the button for the right floor, and told me the room number. She seemed not bothered by that - I wondered if this was a common request.

As I’d been instructed, I let myself in, shut the door behind me and got naked in the short hallway between the front door and the room proper. I was a little nervous, but I let my eyes adjust to the dim room.

The chat on the app had been quite direct and straightforward. The guy whose photo I’d liked was on a staycation with his boyfriend, and they were looking for someone to join them for fun. They were looking for a top, so we’d made arrangements for me to join in.

The scene before me looked like something out of a (say it with me) porn movie. Both men looked pretty hot, the bottom stocky in a hunky, muscular sort of way (as I expected from the photos we’d exchanged in the app) and the top thinner but still muscular, his abs visible and moving as he thrust into the guy lying face down on the bed, his ass clenching at the end of each thrust.

Both of them turned their faces towards me as I stepped forward, playing with my cock to help me harden up. I wanted to look good. The bottom’s face had that mixture of pleasure and pain that they so often have, and he was huffing out, softly moaning with each thrust. The top was grunting, too, in time to his thrusts, a nice steady rhythm, and he had a wicked smile on his face.

I had enough time to notice that there were a few condoms scattered on the bed next to the bottom, when it occurred to me that I recognised the top, Mike (not his real name) a friend of a friend that I would run into while out for drinks. And I knew that he didn’t have a boyfriend.

“So, this isn’t your boyfriend?” I said. I wasn’t bothered, but I did want to know what’s going on.

“Yeah, he’s gone to get drinks,” Mike said, continuing to fuck. The bottom, let’s call him Song (not his real name), moaned again. “They said they’d called someone else over, didn’t know it was you. Looking good, man.”

I was looking good. I’d been going to the gym regularly, and watching what I ate, and even managed to get some sun on the weekends down by the condo pool. I was in good shape, certainly more gymfit than either one of them, and by now, watching them, I was turned on enough that my cock was fairly full.

I climbed on the bed, and sat with my legs on either side of Song’s head, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows and expertly sucked my cock into his mouth, continuing to moan in time to the fucking. I stroked his hair, and wondered what people would think if they could see this threesome, one tan, fairly hunky guy getting sucked by an even more bulky bottom who was getting nailed by a leanfit top, all three smooth Asians.

Actually, I was quite curious, because rumour had it that Mike had a big dick. I’m not insecure about mine, I know it’s a good size, a little bigger than average, with a good thickness, but I do enjoy sucking on a big piece of meat. It was dark enough that I couldn’t see, but I imagined that it would be fun to get a mouthful of a big hard cock. About the time I was having these dirty thoughts, I heard the door open, but because of where I was sitting, I couldn’t see it.

Song’s boyfriend came into the room, holding a white plastic bag with a couple of 1.25l bottle drinks in it, and fortunately he wasn’t someone I knew, or even worse, someone I’d fucked. (Yeah, I know, I’ve fucked so many people this sort of thing was bound to happen.)

The guy who entered was tall, even taller than me, and handsome. Really handsome. Like model handsome. I learned later that he was mixed Malay and Chinese, although he looked Chinese to me. He said hi to me as he put the drinks down on the table, and pulled off the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing, stripping down easily to a dark blue jockstrap, which he also took off.

This guy (let’s call him James, also not his real name) was hot, smoking hot, could be a fitness model judging by his frame, but he had a dick that was on the small side, even though he was fully erect. It was thin, an even thickness all the way up to the cut head, which only flared out a little bit. It did point out in front of him, curved a little to one side, and it swayed as he walked over to the bed.

He pushed the condoms and lube to one side and climbed on the bed, kneeling next to Song and bending down. Song let go of my cock and turned to one side, so that he could kiss his boyfriend. Then James leaned back on his haunches and smiled at me and introduced himself properly.

I was figuring out whether to shake his hand or not, but by that time Song had gone back to sucking on my cock so I settled for stroking his hair again.

“So, three tops and one bottom?” I said, trying to work out the mechanics in my head. James laughed at me.

“No, I want that inside me,” he said, pointing at my crotch, and followed that up by turning on the bed so that he was kneeling facing away from me. I didn’t need an instruction manual. I slid to one side, grabbed a condom from the bed, tore it open and rolled it on (I was good and hard from getting fucked) and waited for James to finish lubing up his ass before I took the lube from him and slicked myself up. I moved forward a bit and James obligingly lifted his ass up so that I could tuck myself under him, and then reached behind with a hand to position my cock so that he could sink back on my cock.

My turn for some fucking: slow and steady, nice sensuous fuck as I ran my hands up and down James’ body, kissing the back of his neck as he leaned back against me, the whole time his tight ass was wrapped around my dick. I looked over James’ shoulder at Mike, who shot me another wicked smile.

“I want some of that,” he said, and we swapped. I flipped Song over so that he was lying on his back (and I could see that he was actually pretty defined) with his legs in the air, and I took him that way. James lay on his back next to Song, mirroring his boyfriend’s position, and so Mike and I fucked them both, while they turned towards each other and kissed. I noticed that Song was pretty hard while he was getting fucked, his dick actually about as big as mine. (Okay, sometimes I compare.)

And I got a chance to see Mike’s cock, which was not so much pornstar huge, but was definitely longer than mine, by a good two inches, although I think I was bigger.

Mike and I didn’t cum, and after a while we all stopped (Mike and I degloved) and we opened the bottles of soft drink (Coke and Coke Zero) and chatted a bit. Was an opportunity to discuss what we would do for the rest of the day - because we spent the day (and part of the night) together.

Song was a pure bottom, and James was vers - so to make things easier, I agreed to bottom, too. I don’t have the patience to write about it all in detail, so you’ll have to imagine how it went.

After our drinks, we went back to the bed for a bit of an oral orgy - to my satisfaction, I got to taste all three dicks, at one point three at once. I also lay with my head off the bed at one point so I could deepthroat Mike, while someone (I think it was Song) slurped on my dick. I also got sucked and licked and rimmed: my favourite part of that was James and Mike sharing my cock between their two mouths while Song rimmed my ass.

Took a bit of coordination, but we did a *lot* of fucking: James fucking Song while Mike fucked me (that long dick actually felt really good, although I stayed soft) and then James fucked me (which was okay, although he wasn’t big, because he was fucking energetic) while Mike went back to nailing Song.

James wanted to watch Song getting plugged, so Mike and I did him in turns, with the guy not fucking him getting sucked instead. And then when I fucked Song missionary, Mike took me from behind (James joined in at that point, kissing Song, and then sucking his dick).

That’s when I came the first time, and Song came, too. He decided he wanted to watch his boyfriend get fucked, so Mike (who was still hard, and hadn’t cum) fucked James facedown on the bed, while I took a break. Mike came, in James’ ass, but James was still hard, so while Mike took a break (and Song continued to watch), James took me missionary style, kissing me while he moved slowly in my ass, my hands tangled in his hair, heavenly.

At that point Mike decided he’d had enough, so he went to shower. James ordered some room service, and then after Mike left and the room service trolley arrived, the three of us showered (separately) and had some dinner.

The post-dinner sex was a little less frenzied, and both guys serviced me orally before James ate out my ass (I love getting rimmed) and then I fucked them both as they knelt, on the bed, face down, kissing each other as I moved from butt to butt. I finished with the guys sucking and biting my nipples while Song jacked me off until I shot, and I went to the shower to wash my own load off my body. When I came out, Song was on his back, with James on him, and they managed to stop long enough to wish me goodbye before I let myself out.

Damn hot staycation. Pretty sure everything was safe, and we used a lot of condoms and quite a bit of lube.

Wasn’t sure what I would do when I saw Mike again, but I figured it would be no big deal. I felt really tired as I made my way home so I crashed almost as soon as I got in.

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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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return

I doubt many people realise I have been away from Tumblr and also out of the country. Flew in about lunchtime yesterday, after a very full Saturday indeed.

Gymboy messaged me a few times after we had a Sneaky Quicky at his hall. He was keen to hook up again so even before I got on the plane to fly home we’d made plans.

Even though I was tired from the flight, I was still excited and horny. Probably because I had been busy and stressed and on edge from this big work project for a couple of weeks. All that extra energy.

Gymboy was horny too, I guess. He looked pumped when he arrived, a couple of hours after I got back from the airport, and it looked like he was freshly tanned, too, all golden. When he walked into the living room and undressed, I could see the crisp tan line that outlined his ass. It looked even more delicious than usual.

That explains why I pushed him to bend over the chaise so that I could get on the floor and rim his ass. He smelled clean and fresh, too, which also got me going.

When I had my fill of eating him out, I let him turn around - he was pretty hard, hard enough that his foreskin had retracted. A little ball-licking and then I had his cock in my mouth, and I felt him harden up even more.

He sat on the chaise and played with his cock and his nipples while I got out of the comfortable boxer shorts and t-shirt I was wearing. I wasn’t rock hard myself, but Gymboy took care of that, working me over well, tonguing my balls while playing with my cock, licking my shaft, and doing a good job of sucking my cock in and out of his mouth.

I resisted the urge to put my hand on the back of his head to face fuck him, preferring to save that energy for later. Instead, I ran my hands over his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his bunched muscles moving under the skin. He whimpered a little when I reached down to feel his chest - he has really nice pecs, and his nipples responded nicely to my attention, tightening up.

He pulled his mouth off my cock, and asked, in a very puppyish way if I wanted to fuck him. Of course I did, so I went to get gloved and lubed up. When I stepped back to the chaise, he was already on his back. I ran a hand up his body, leaving a trail of shiny lubricant, and finished by punching his chest.

“Oof!” Gymboy said, and that’s when I decided that what I really wanted was to nail his ass.

“Roll over,” I said, and he did, lying face down. I groped and squeezed his beautiful ass cheeks before spreading them to drop on some lube. I climbed on, over him, slowly piercing him with my dick, taking it slow, and withdrawing a couple times to make sure I got it in right, and didn’t hurt him. When I was properly in, I let him have it, long slow strokes out and then fast back in, and then spend up to more shallow hard  thrusts, pinning Gymboy down with my body weight.

I started sweating, because that postion requires whole body movement, and I noticed that Gymboy was perspiring too. I put one hand in the middle of his upper back, pushing him down onto the chaise, lifting myself up so that I could manage some nice deep thrusts with more space to move.

Gymboy, who had been moaning softly and grunting, started muttering, “fuck, fuck, fuck” as I pumped him. The next part caught me by surprise.

“Fuck me, FUCK ME,” Gymboy said, then, “FUCK ME DADDY!”

I stopped.

“Daddy?” I said, “Have you been learning lines from porn?”

Gymboy panted, a couple of breaths, and then said, “Maybe,” a little sheepishly.

“Dude, I’m not that much older than you. But you want DADDY to fuck your hot BOY PUSSY?”

Gymboy laughed, and so did I. That would have been it, I think, except that he twisted to turn back to look at me and put on a look cute face.

“Sorry, Daddy,” he said and I laughed.

That was it. I laughed harder and then he laughed harder and we were both laughing. I had to pull out of him, we were laughing so hard.

When we stopped, Gymboy rolled onto his side, looked up at me and said, “oi, just fuck me la”.

Unfortunately, all the laughter had made me lose my erection. I pointed at my crotch.

“Cannot,” I said, “Spoil already.”

Gymboy grinned and reached for my cock.

“Come, I fix for you,” he said.

He took my condom off and tossed it aside, and his warm mouth worked its magic, bringing life back to my (admittedly, still half-hard) erection. He slurped on it with some enthusiasm, faster and harder than earlier, and when I was ready, I got up off the chaise.

He turned, got up and repositioned himself on his knees at the edge of the chaise, butt to me. Another condom, and some fresh lube, and I was back in. The break was probably good for me, and I got into a good rhythm, till Gymboy reared up and arched his back, leaning back against me, pumping back as I thrust forward, effectively speeding up the action. I had my hands around him, helping him keep balance, and feeling his body at the same time. I am very lucky to have this really fit guy to play with, and his abs tensed and flexed under my hands as we moved together and apart.

He turned his head back, and I kissed him while I thrust more shallowly and slowly into him. I moved my hips at an angle, and he sighed. I figured I’d hit the spot, so I did it again. Gymboy exhaled loudly, hissing through his teeth.

One more thrust, and he said “oh, YEAH,” He reached for his cock, but I pushed his hand away.

“Let me do it,” and he obeyed, reaching his hands behind and putting them on my lower back. We worked together, him riding back against me, moaning and sighing, his head lying back against my shoulder. He tried to force me to speed up, but I told him to relax and enjoy it, a nice steady screw that was rubbing against his spot with every stroke.

Even though we weren’t going any faster, Gymboy’s low moans and breathing was getting faster and more urgent. He managed to choke out, a few words at a time.

“Cannot, I cannot, please, I gonna cum, I want to cum, please,” he said, and his pleading turned me on something fierce. I still didn’t let him go any faster, at first. I  reached up to his chest, and played with his nipples, flicking them gently, and only then did I speed up, sort of bouncing his ass off my dick.

He almost yelled and I looked down and saw his cock pulsing up and down and then shoot out four or five powerful spurts of cum, hands free, across and off the chaise. His ass continued clenching around my dick and his cock kept pulsing, even after there was no more to shoot.

That turned me on even more, and I pushed him back down on his hands so I could climb on the chaise to doggy fuck him hard until I unloaded too, pumping out my jizz into the rubber I was wearing.

Both of us were covered in sweat when I climbed off him, and after I threw away my full condom, we headed straight to the shower.

It was nearly dinnertime when we got done with the shower, and Gymboy had dinner plans with his family, so I let him leave while I cleaned up. Had some dinner, watched some TV, and then felt very tired after that, probably all the travel catching up with me, so I went to bed, looking at Tumblr on my phone for a while before going to sleep.

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Sneaky quicky

This took place some time last week, a couple of days after After (https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/178180331144/after)

The dorm where Gymboy stays (actually his whole university) is fairly remote. Since I had driven that morning (because I had a bunch of meetings all over town), when he messaged me I agreed to pick him up.

He was looking particularly fine when I pulled up, wearing a baseball cap, a tight black logo t-shirt, a pair of black shorts and slippers. His simple outfit showed off just how fit he was, his t-shirt clinging to his muscles. Unlike most times, he didn’t have his bag with him - I guess he wasn’t planning on going to the gym after.

When he got in, I complimented him, and he turned to me and favoured me with a big smile. It got bigger when I reached out and rubbed one of his nipples where it protruded through his t-shirt. He grunted, and I put my hands back on the wheel, but before I could start the car, he stopped me.

“Hey, uh, my room mate is out. Some sports training. Quick fuck in my room?” he said.

The idea excited me. I followed his instructions as he directed me to where I could park my car. I checked my bag for supplies (ah, a condom and a couple of packs of lube) grabbed them and we set off. I felt exposed, out of place, since I looked more like a teacher than one of the undergraduates. The hall (that’s what they call dorms in Singapore) was pretty quiet. Gymboy explained that it was usually like that at this time - people either had not come back from their classes, or were off doing things.

The walk to his room was pretty exciting, and I was half-hard the whole way. I hoped it didn’t show through my work pants. I thought we would have to sneak up to his room, but we didn’t do anything like that. All we did was walk from the car park down some corridors, and then up the stairs to the level where his room was. At one point, someone he knew saw us, but Gymboy said “my cousin”, jerked his head in my direction and we kept going.

My heart was pounding when we got to Gymboy’s room, but fortunately we didn’t bump into anyone as we walked up. His room was in the middle of a quiet corridor on very nearly the highest floor of the building, and inside it was dark and quiet. Looked like a room shared by two guys, to be honest, not the neatest space, but clean enough. He took off his slippers outside the door, and when I’d taken off my leather brogues and socks, he took them with him into the room. He shut the door behind us.

“Got to be quiet?” I said, and he grinned at me.

“Let’s be noisy,” he said, “We won’t be the only ones.” He tapped his ear, and when I listened, I could hear a girl’s rhythmic moaning, softly, maybe from a lower floor.

“But quick, ok?” Gymboy said. He sat on a bed, and I stood in front of him, the other bed behind me. He made quick work of undoing my belt and zip and pulling down my undies, and then he jiggled my balls, and took the hard cock that he had released right into his mouth. The blowjob I got was on the rough side, but it did its job, got me fully hard.

Gymboy grabbed a condom from me and opened it, and then surprised me by leaning over to pull a squeeze tube of lube from a drawer. He lubed me up, liberally, and then stood up - I backed up a bit to give him room. He pulled down his shorts and underwear, taking them off, and then reached behind to lube himself up. I could see that he was hard, his cock full and fat.

He knelt on the bed, and then lowered himself a bit so that he was at the right height. I still had to bend my knees a little to get myself in position, and he moaned very loudly when I poked into him. I admit the noise was kinda hot, even though I don’t usually enjoy it.

I took a while to get inside him, because I hadn’t done any prep work, or loosened him up before hand. Once I was in, though, I went full force, encouraged by Gymboy’s uncharacteristic loud groans and urging me “fuck me, yeah”, “harder”, “yeah, shit, YEAH!”

When I got up to speed, Gymboy groaning matched my thrusts, sounding like a lower-pitched version of what we had heard before. I bent forward, and kissed his neck, noticing that he was sweating from being fucked, sliding my hands up under his t-shirt to grope and fondle his abs first and then his pecs. When I found his nipples, and pinched them, he yelped “FUCK ME” and thrust back against me, and I flicked his nipples and pumped harder till I shot my load.

I thrust a few more times, just to get the remainder out, and then Gymboy pushed back against me so I straightened up and pulled out. When he got off the bed, I saw that he had cum, too, and deposited a thick load of cum that sat in a few gloopy puddles on the bedsheet.

“Hands free?” I asked, as Gymboy got to his knees in front of me. I backed up a bit more.

“Nah,” he said, “I was shaking myself,” and then he pulled off my condom, tied a knot in it and put it on the bed behind him, before leaning forward to clean me off with his mouth like a good boy.

Once he’d finished, he tidied me up, pulling my underwear back up and refastening my pants.

“You ok to find your car?” he said, “I should clean up and maybe get some work done.”

For all that he had said he was a slave to my dick, he clearly got what he wanted and was kicking me out. Clearly he was learning from me - told you he was a good boy. I made sure that I was presentable and let myself out, wondering whether anyone who saw me walking away had any idea what had just happened.

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“Looks like this is happening.” 2

(CONTINUED FROM https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/177376437564/looks-like-this-is-happening)

I enjoy getting attention from two guys, and GT and EJ did not disappoint.

I was sort of sitting, propped up on the pillows. They climbed into the bed on either side of me. I soon had my head tilted back in pure pleasure because both my nipples were engaged, with one warm mouth on each pec. It got even hotter when EJ moved down, leaving GT to keep diddling one nipple while he licked the other. EJ lifted my dick and I spread my legs, so he could lick my balls. That felt really nice, but when he licked his way up my shaft and started slurping on my cock, I got a little lost in the feeling. Fortunately, he let go, and GT moved down to join him. Looking down my body, seeing these two guys busy servicing my junk, I felt pretty damn good.

I was getting horned up, though, so I thought I should move things along.

“Oi. My turn,” I said.

It was like they had rehearsed it, because they moved in unison to kneel on either side of my head, presenting me with their cocks. I took EJ’s first, giving him a slobbery suckjob until he gasped, and turned to suck on GT’s more substantial dick, glad for the saliva but still struggling a bit. The guys didn’t stay idle either, leaning over to kiss each other and touch each other’s bodies. I was not involved in their love play, simply the third person, the eager cocksucker, going back and forth between their two cocks. They didn’t ignore me, of course, from time to time the one I was sucking would put a hand on my head, or the other one would finger one of my erect tits, flicking the tip or squeezing the entire nipple.

While I was sucking EJ, GT climbed off the bed and opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a strip of condoms and a pump bottle of lube. When I disengaged and turned to look at him, he pumped his hips.

“Time for some action,” he said, which made EJ and I laugh.

“So, how we gonna do this?” I said, “You gonna flip for me, GT?”

I loved fucking GT because he stays hard when he bottoms, and it’s a real turn on when his cock swings as I fuck him doggy, especially if he gets super turned on and I fuck him so hard that it slaps his stomach.

“Sure,” GT said, “If you’ll flip for me, too?” I was prepared for this, so I nodded yes.

“Hey, not fair,” EJ said, protesting. It only made him look cuter.

“If you’re fucking each other, who’s gonna do me? This is ready!” he said, putting his hands on the bed, so he was on all fours, arching his back and wagging his butt in the air.

That got us another round of laughs - I like these guys, even though I don’t have sex with them often enough, because we’re all good friends, and they don’t take things too seriously.

“Me first, I guess EJ,” I said, “You better help me get ready.”

I’m not lazy or anything, but I didn’t have to move. EJ crawled between my spread legs, and licked up my shaft. I was already hard, but I liked getting that extra bit of oral attention. Meanwhile, GT was behind him, and EJ stuck his ass up in the air so that GT could slick him up. He took his lips off my dick to turn around - GT half-climbed on the bed to kiss EJ, and handed him a condom that he’d taken out of the foil. EJ turned back to me, and GT fingered him some more, while EJ put the condom on my cockhead, and then rolled it the rest of the way down with his lips, one of his little tricks.

He slowly sucked his way off my dick, and when it made me let out a little groan, I noticed GT watching.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” he said. I nodded.

EJ got up and turned around, his butt facing me. Damn, the boy has a fine ass. He used his feet to guide me to put my legs together, then he straddled me, and squatted.

GT had moved over to my side. He’d squirted some lube into his hand, and he slipped his hand up and down my dick, lubing me up before guiding EJ down, holding my dick up so that his boyfriend could sit on it. In porn this always seems very smooth, but there was a little fumbling and it took a couple of tries before I got all the way in. EJ was tight, but he was a real trooper - once he was sitting all the way down, he started moving, up and down and sort of forward, almost rocking as he moved himself on my cock. He was making some interesting noises, too: not moaning, not whimpering, but soft sounds of pleasure.

GT didn’t want to be left out. He was standing next to me, rubbing his hands on my chest and my abs, while EJ rode me, and then after a while, he moved around and climbed on the bed, standing on it in front of EJ and feeding EJ his dick. EJ was a champion, continuing to impale himself on me, moving steadily, but also sucking on GT’s big rod, still making his soft sounds around the cock in his mouth. After a while of this I put my hands on EJ’s ass, to hold him in place while I thrust into him from below. After that, I thought I would be a little more active, so I patted his ass, and EJ got the message and climbed off me.

EJ and GT guided me into a position that I don’t normally use. EJ lay on the bed, on his left side, with his ass tilted up to me but his legs flat on the bed. I was behind him, but I was half lying on the bed, but in a more sitting position, so that I took EJ from the back, but also thrusting at an angle downwards. It was a little awkward, but a good position - I could move more than I had when EJ was riding me in the reverse cowboy position earlier, but he wasn’t holding himself up. It also meant that GT could stand next to the bed and get sucked by EJ while playing with his nipples … which he did for a while before climbing on the bed and putting his dick in front of my face. I used my right hand to hold his cock so that I could suck on the head - I was bracing with my left hand on the bed.

“Hey, 6sg, I think I’m close,” EJ said, so I slowed down, and let go of GT, too.

“Think we give EJ a rest,” GT said, “You want me doggy, right?” He knew me well. He got hold of the bottle of lube and slicked up his ass, and when EJ got off the bed he took EJ’s place, on all fours this time. I adjusted my position so that I was behind him, but I didn’t shove myself in straight away - took the time to appreciate the view.

GT is bigger and brawnier than his other half, and while EJ has the slender muscular build of, say, a water polo player, GT has the bulk of someone who is fairly serious about lifting weights. His ass is actually leaner (I think) than EJ’s, but it’s bigger, and GT has thick muscular thighs to match. He also has nice v-taper - not unreal, but still fairly impressive. I ran my hands over GT’s ass, feeling how firm it was. I gave it a whack, and GT grunted. EJ snuck in a couple of smacks, too, and he giggled, which kind of gave the game away, and GT turned around.

EJ leaned up to kiss me, and when I leaned down to meet his lips, I felt his hand on my dick. When we separated, EJ guided me towards GT’s hole.

“Now you can tell people you fucked us both,” he said, rubbing my dickhead against GT’s bud. I took over, going in a little bit before hitting some resistance, then backing off before pushing in again. GT was even tighter than EJ, so it took me a few tries - at one point I pulled out completely so that GT could relax and breathe before I tried again. Eventually I was fully inside, and instead of moving, I bent over his back, kissed the back of his neck, and reached around him to feel his cock. It was full and hard, and big.

GT was breathing heavily when I straightened up, and I started slow. He grunted, low manly grunts, each time I pushed in, but only breathed hard when I pulled back. EJ was on one side of us, one hand absently playing with his cock and the other on his chest, watching intently.

“Go harder,” GT said, spreading his legs a bit, and because he was lower, I adjusted so that I was half-squatting over him and fucked him, hard and deep. The sound of his dick slapping against his belly was what I wanted to hear, and I bent over his back again, more of my weight on him, and I rammed him hard as I wrapped my arms around him.

He collapsed down onto the bed, face down, and I shifted my weight again; taking more on my arms and legs, working my hips as I thrust down into him. By this time I was too far gone to hold back, and it was my turn to grunt as I sped faster till I came, filling up my condom but never pulling out of GT.

I stopped a couple of thrusts after I’d emptied my balls, and carefully pulled out, sitting back on the bed beside GT. I took off my condom and handed it to EJ, who tied a knot in it and put it aside. GT rolled over, looking like he was bigger and harder than ever, and watched as EJ climbed on the bed and lowered his head to suck my still-hard but spent cock, cleaning it off till I softened in his mouth.

“Fuck, now I’m horny,” GT said, his hand on EJ’s bottom. He squeezed, and EJ moaned.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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Slow holiday

I woke up late the following day, tired out from the previous night probably. Sat up in bed and did some writing. I was originally planning to write a single long entry with my pre-holiday and holiday activities, but when I typed out Pre-Holiday Grind (you can read it here https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/177271924518/pre-holiday-grind ) I realised that it was long enough. I’d put in too much detail. I thought of leaving it and coming back to continue, but I changed my mind and queued it to post on Wed night, together with a bunch of other stuff.

I hope you liked it, anyway. I left off the night before the public holiday, having fucked two guys, and cum twice. I had big plans to spend the today taking it slow but having a little fun.

After all that, I was still pretty horny from writing the story: when my RedMart delivery guy turned up, I got half-hard in my shorts. He didn’t appear to notice, which was good. He was a pretty handsome young guy, around my age. Cute bi-coloured shorts, which showed off his ass, definitely fuckable. If this was a fantasy I’d have invited him in - wouldn’t have worked in real life, though: he had to work even though it was a public holiday.

I actually didn’t bother with the apps at first, and messaged Gymboy after I put my groceries away. He declined, and admitted that he had a girl with him in his hall room, so I left it. Didn’t ask for details. It’s a sign that he’s too attached to me. I was telling someone in a chat that I was probably just a phase for the young guy, and even though I enjoy how … how submissive and slutty he is with me, I’m glad that he’s engaging with other people. You know me, if a fuckbuddy gets too close, I cut them off.

Okay, back to the apps then. It was late morning, still fairly early I guess. I wasn’t having much luck, so I stopped to have some brunch. I chucked some clothes in the washing machine (no harm doing laundry when I have the time) and did some other household things, vacuumed and swept the floor while I was waiting. By the time I put my clothes in the dryer, I had quite a few messages to reply to: helps that my profiles are kinda explicit, have my photo, and mention that I can host. I find that last one gets people’s attention.

Wasn’t getting attention from the right people, though - not that there was anything wrong with them, but there needs to be a certain intersection of interest for things to go right. I did have a couple of cool chats with nice guys, and some unpleasant exchanges with some rude assholes, pretty normal for me. There was one cute guy who was probably about uni age, but he only wanted to get blown, and I thought I would hold out for something more. Maybe later. Decided I wasn’t going to get anything, so I popped open my laptop again, did a little work. And then got an interesting ask and rearranged the queue so that the answer and some links would appear later on Wed night.

LOL Being a sex guru is hard work. If you have a question you want to ask, I’ll try to answer, although if you want a definitive answer you should ask a real expert. You can send your questions to http://6sg.tumblr.com/ask

There were lots more people online by the time I got back on the apps, but still no luck. One guy who only wanted a suck in his car, and several tops (but no one who wanted to flip) and I wasn’t in the mood to bottom. The young Malay guy from Tuesday night was on again, but I felt weird fucking him again on one of his holy days. I spotted a couple of people that I had had relations with before, but none of them messaged me. Even Cumdump was online - I’d recognise that hairy belly anywhere - I had a couple of “hello how are you” conversations with the people I knew, and with some other guys, but no one took it much further than that. Goes to show that I have slow days, too.

It wasn’t till about four in the afternoon that I got a hit, and while I was talking to him, I got into another interesting conversation. I was kinda horny, so I figured I could manage them both, so I made arrangements and hopped into the shower.

The first guy came over right away, and it was a quick one. He lived nearby, so he got here in record time, just as I finished in the shower. Looked good, too, exactly like his Grindr pic: late twenties gym-fit Chinese guy with a great light golden tan, boy next door look, very normal. V-necked navy t-shirt and pink berms, with slippers, which he left outside the gate when he came in. He asked to use the bathroom, and came out naked and rock hard. There were a few hairs around his nipples, and a treasure trail led down his flat stomach to a thatch of curly pubes over his cock. A faint triangular tanline in the shape of his trunks showed off how fair he usually waas. I was horny enough that I went down on him right there, kissing and sucking his balls before getting a taste of that Chinese sausage. Not huge, but that’s all the better to suck.

He sat on the sofa and I undid my towel to give him a taste, and he did a good job. I was really horny, though, so I didn’t let that go for too long, and when I moved back so that he let go of my cock, he lifted his legs and spread them. A few hairs around his hole, which was pink - a nice contrast to the fair skin of his butt. My supplies were nearby, so I gloved up and lubed us both, and then fucked him missionary, although when things got intense I put his legs up on my shoulders and bent him in half to hammer his ass a little more.

He was a moaner, and in between he kept asking me to go harder and harder, even though he wasn’t hard himself while he was getting fucked. I actually thought of not shooting, so I would still be ok for the guy who was coming over later, but I was horny, and he sounded so slutty when he asked for it that I pretty much just rammed him till I unloaded with my cock in his ass. He wanted to cum by jacking off, so I pulled out of him and got rid of my used condom, and then I joined him on the sofa and we kissed while he jerked himself off, and then I kissed and sucked one nipple while fingering the other. He still hadn’t come, so I kneeled between his spread legs and sucked his cock while fingering his hole. That did it: he blew a nice warm load right into my mouth and I swallowed it down, and then I sucked and licked him clean. That made him moan and wiggle. I guess he was sensitive. He went into the bathroom to clean up, but didn’t shower (I didn’t ask) and then he got dressed, kissed me, said thanks and left.

The second guy actually was only in the area with friends, but we hit it off while chatting, so he told me he would go home, get changed and come over later. I had a couple of hours free, so I had a bite to eat, had another shower (no harm being clean), got into some clean and comfy home clothes (shorts and an old t-shirt), surfed the ‘net, watched a couple of episodes of Disenchantment on Netflix (yeah, I don’t have cable, so I watch a lot of ‘flix) and had a couple of conversations on Tumblr. We were messaging each other in between, and he came over about half past nine.

He was even hotter than the first guy, which may be why we got along. Chinese guy, a touch older than me, but clearly went to the gym a lot. His photo showed his huge chest and big nipples, and a really impressive set of abs. In person, he was even more impressive - I liked his deep tan a lot, and the front of his black running shorts looked like he was packing. He had a small waist, which I didn’t notice until he pulled off the loose t-shirt he was wearing when he got here, and by that time, we were smooching and running our hands over each others’ bodies. I also go to to feel his bubble butt: not huge, but firm and round.

Honestly, it was like we were on fire. I barely let him come through the door before we were on each other, and I had to pull myself away to close and lock the door. He needed to clean up, so I showed him where the guest bathroom was. He stripped off his shorts, and I could see that he was packing - looked quite hard already, his dick restrained by the thong underwear that he was wearing. He pulled that off, and his hard uncut cock sprang out, long foreskin covering a small mushroom head that was a little bigger than the long shaft underneath. He had a beautifully clean tan line: obviously he wore hip level tiny swimming trunks to tan. I showed him where the bidet hose was, in case he needed to clean out his ass.

He took a while, which was killing me because I was so horny, and this time I was naked and hard when my guest came out of the bathroom. We were like animals - our tongues interlocked our bodies pressed together. Clearly he liked my body as much as I liked his, and we spent quite some time on the sofa taking turns to lick and suck each other: pecs, nipples, pits, and eventually I took the length of him into my mouth after thoroughly washing his balls with my tongue. Unlike my earlier visitor, this guy was a groaner: nothing too loud, or too long, just the occasional groan when I did something he liked.

He got impatient with my sucking, and flipped me on my back on the sofa to do some oral work of his own, taking care of my balls and cock, and then eagerly licking out my asshole. He flicked it with his tongue, kissed it with his lips, and then pushed his tongue in and out of it, which drove me wild. I couldn’t stand it any more, so I got my supplies and we fucked.

I can’t adequately explain what we did.

We fucked.

It was all safe, and there was lots of application of lube, but I fucked him in all sorts of positions, bent over the sofa, on all fours on the floor, on his back on the chaise, out on the balcony in the dark. And it was rough, uninhibited, because he liked it that way. He clawed at my chest, pinched and pulled my nipples, and I did the same to him while I was pummelling his butt.

He stayed hard the whole time, which turned me on so much that at one point I stopped to suck him again, taking his whole length into my mouth without gagging and then after that licking and sucking on his balls. He returned the favour, taking off the condom first, and then he licked out my ass while I braced against the balcony wall.

Another application of lube and another condom later and we fucked some more, with him enthusiastically pushing back against me while I thrust into him, and pushing me onto the sofa so he could squat over me and ride me like a sex toy, facing away from me and then facing me so I could torture his chest. We finished on the chaise, with him lying on it, his back curled with his legs in the air while I pumped down into him. He said “you make me cum, make me cum” and I held his dick like the pommel on a saddle and jacked on him while I thrust furiously, until he sprayed out a messy load of cum. I came too, a couple of thrusts later, banging hard into him.

I collapsed onto him and we cuddled for a bit, all sweaty and smelling of sex and cum, before he went to shower (I asked if he wanted to shower alone or together and he wanted to take turns) so I cleaned up and aired out the living room. He was a little shy when we were finished, just gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and whispered a little thank you before leaving. I had a shower myself and decided to head to bed. It wasn’t as late as I thought - our action was furious and intense, but very fast.

So much for my slow day - ended with a couple of quickies, nothing slow about those. I was too tired after all that to bother writing it up, so I wrote this up at lunchtime today. No, I don’t think anyone was looking over my shoulder, and typing furiously looks like work, so I think I’m safe.

Four guys over a couple of days. I think my cock needs to rest. How was your holiday?

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Massage 3

(CONTINUED FROM https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/177130005829/massage-2)

If you haven’t read Massage https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/177094051224/massage or Massage 2 https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/177130005829/massage-2 then you should probably read those before you continue. Just saying.

It’s funny how sexual desire can override nervousness. I mean, there we were, about to have a foursome (well, two twosomes, really) and all I could think about what how much I wanted a piece of my handsome muscular Thai masseur’s bubble butt. Plus, my very manly then-boyfriend Sam was about to be ploughed by a cute twinky guy with a huge horse cock, and you would think that would have made me feel odd, but all I felt, really, was extremely horny. I think the massage helped: physically, I was pretty relaxed. And the manhood massage had worked wonders, turned me on bigtime, and frankly, watching the two masseurs prep themselves and each other while groping and jacking Sam was also a turn on.

The logistics of four people fucking on two connected massage beds turned out to be not quite as complicated as I expected. It helped, I suppose, that Moo and Tee were obviously practiced professionals. I wondered if they’d done this before. Tee guided Sam, so that he was lying on one massage bed, with his legs in the air and his butt on the long edge, facing Tee. Moo helped to get me into position, lying on my back on the same massage bed as Sam, parallel to him but facing in the opposite direction, so that my head was in line with Sam’s ass.

Moo climbed on the bed, straddled me and slowly lowered himself into a squat, spearing his ass onto my dick, using his hand to guide it into his hole. It slipped in, a little at first, and then I hit his ring, and then he stopped. He bobbed up and down a couple of times, maybe getting used to my cockhead against the tightest part of his ass, and then went down steadily till he was sitting on me, my cock as far in him as it would go.

Instead of moving up and down, he adjusted his position so that he was kneeling on either side of me, instead of squatting over me. He leaned back a little, fully hard, and jacked on his cock, stroking it up and down, knowing that I was watching him. As he did so, he occasionally tightened his ass, clenching tight around me and then letting go. He grinned down at me, and switched into a double biceps pose, showing off the tufts of hair in his armpits, and then he flicked his own nipples with both hands, his cock flicking up and down when he clenched on me. It was oddly erotic.

After giving me that treatment for a while, he put hands on his knees, still leaning back, and then rocked, slowly moving himself on me. It was slow, and gradual, but it felt good - his ass was nice and tight, too, and the low intensity of being ridden suited me fine.

I could let my attention wander, and I turned my head to the side. Tee was still fingering Sam, who was writhing a bit in pleasure, bucking his hips a little. I tilted my head up, enough to see the immense length and girth of Tee’s cock, wrapped in latex and shiny with lube. It looked even bigger from where I was, probably because I was so close. Moo continued rocking on me, and bent forward to put his hands on my chest, gently fingering my nipples and squeezing my pecs softly, and I looked back up at him.

I heard Sam groan loudly, and turned my head again, to see that part of Tee’s cock was in Sam’s hole. I couldn’t see the point of entry, but Tee was big enough that he was still some distance from the massage bed. Tee moved excruciatingly slowly, giving Sam time to get used to his dick, and Sam stayed completely still, only making noises that I hoped meant that he was enjoying it. Hearing the loud groans that Sam was making combined with Moo rocking my cock in his hole and the tingling from my nipples from getting stroked, that felt so good. I lay back to enjoy it.

When the noises Sam was making changed, I turned to look. Tee had obviously managed to ease all the way in, and now he was going slowly, pulling out almost all the way, and then pushing back all the way in. Sam’s groaning had gotten softer, but more guttural: fitting, since he was probably feeling Tee all the way in his gut. I was close enough that I could hear the sound of Tee sliding in and out. At that point, Moo took my hands, and pinned them up on either side of my head, so that my pits were exposed, and then braced against them. He was in a more vertical position on my dick, and he took the opportunity to ride it more vigorously, faster and harder than before. I closed my eyes to feel the sensation more fully, even as I heard Tee switch to shorter thrusts, and Sam started grunting.

I did wonder what it would feel like to have that massive cock inside of me: if I was in a different mood, I might have wanted to take a turn after Sam. But at the moment, I was in full top mode, even though I was letting Moo do all the work. I decided that had to change, so I opened my eyes. When I met Moo’s eyes, he leaned forward to kiss me, slowing down the movement of his ass on my dick.

A little kissing, and then I gestured for Moo to get off. I stood up, feeling how big and swollen my own cock was: not nearly as big as Tee’s, but I was pretty turned on. I slid forward on the massage bed, until I was sitting on the edge of the combined massage tables, the opposite edge to the one that Sam was getting rammed on. I could feel the bed moving under me, as Tee’s thrusts got more vigorous. Moo stood in front of me, unsure what to do, and I pulled him close, close enough for me to get his nipples in my mouth: they were big, the biggest nipples of all of us in the room, and when I rolled my tongue around one, Moo moaned. He was hard, too, still, and he reached for his cock, but I grabbed it instead, switching to suck hard on his other nipple like it was a sweet, while pulling and pushing on his dick. He must have enjoyed it, because I felt him sort of collapse against me, leaning on me and gasping.

I climbed off the bed, and bent down to put his cock in my mouth: we’d already tipped the boys, but there wasn’t any reason why I couldn’t give him a little pleasure - plus, I like sucking cock. Moo put his hand on the back of my head, but didn’t push down, only stroked my hair. I didn’t suck him for too long, because bending over is an uncomfortable position, but I did like the soft whimpering he made when I sucked him. He looked even harder when I let his dick go, and I realised that he had been fingering a nipple with his free hand. He complied when I stepped around him and bent him over the massage bed so that his beautiful ass was pointing right at me. His hole was creamy with churned up lube, and red from riding on me. I asked him where the lube was, and he pointed to where he’d put it down before. I squirted some more on his hole, and then spread his legs so I could stand between them.

Tee saw what I was doing, and he pulled out of Sam, too, and maneuvered Sam into a similar position, so that Sam was bent over, braced on the bed with his palms, facing me. Sam grinned up at me, and then grimaced when Tee shoved himself back in.

“Not gonna do this again,” Sam said, and then huffed and puffed, panting as Tee fucked him, more slowly this time. “Can’t take much more.”

I entered Moo. This time was easier than before but he was still nice and tight. Moo moaned a little bit, as I fucked him, and when I went harder, he got louder. I bent over, my body against his back, thrusting quickly but shallowly, and put my hand over his mouth, which made him lower his volume a bit. Sam was either uncomfortable or enjoying it - he was bucking his hips, writhing his body, and pushing back against Tee, who had one hand in the small of Sam’s back, and another on Sam’s waist, with a look of concentration on his face. Sam had one hand in his own crotch - I think he was jacking himself off, judging from the sounds that Sam was making.

I straightened up, thrusting slowly but steadily into Moo, who had settled for making short grunts with each thrust. Sam straightened up, too, moving a little forward till the front of his thighs wee against the edge of the bed, pointing his cock up in the air as he jerked off, while Tee pummelled his ass hard from behind. I got to see Sam’s orgasm face as he crinkled up his eyes and yelled, shooting several times high into the air before tilting his dick down and milking the remaining dribble onto the massage bed.

“Okay, enough,” he said, pushing Tee with his free hand, and he continued to stroke his cock slowly as Tee pulled out of him. Tee smiled - sweat was dripping down his slender body. He pulled off his condom: shit, it was big, and tilted his hip, as though offering his cock to Sam. Sam moved behind Tee, and put both his hands on Tee’s cock (from behind) and wanked the smaller Thai guy.

I thought I should finish, too, so I really put my back into it, hammering Moo’s round ass, making it bounce each time my body slammed into it. I found the slapping sound incredibly sexy, too, and that helped me get closer. I was actually sweating myself, and Moo added to the situation by moaning, more loudly this time - it sounded like he was enjoying it, though. It didn’t take long for me to get to the point where I was close.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I said, out of courtesy to Moo.

“Shoot in my mouth,” Moo said, which sounded incredibly hot. At that moment, Tee gasped quietly and shot his load, onto the massage bed alongside the jizz that Sam had deposited there. I remember thinking that it wasn’t a very big load, but he might have cum multiple times that day already, I didn’t know.

I sped up, getting ready to unload myself, and when I was very very close, I pulled out of Moo. Moo straightened up quickly, turned around and squatted down in front of me, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. I had to concentrate not to lose control, and I whipped off my condom just in time to wrap my hand around my dick and position my cock in front of his open mouth. I managed one stroke, back towards myself, pulling my foreskin back a little before I lost control, shooting my entire load perfectly into Moo’s mouth. He opened his eyes, and then took my cock into his mouth, milking it with his lips and sucking out the last of my load. When he let go, he smiled at me, and then let my cum dribble out of his mouth and down his face. I guess he didn’t want to swallow.

Tee and Moo took us both into the shower, turned it on, and then stepped out, returning with fresh towels which they put aside. They did a very thorough job of cleaning us up, soaping us till we were all lathered up, and rinsing it off - not a trace of massage oil on either one of us, and then Moo and Tee dried us off with the fresh towels and wrapped them around us. Sam and I got dressed while Moo and Tee showered quickly, and they came out wrapped in towels, too. Moo told us that we could leave, and that he and Tee would stay behind to clean up the room.

Sam and I headed out, hearing some interesting sounds from the other massage rooms that we passed along the way. As we exited, we walked past another group of what looked like Singaporeans, four of them, who were being entertained by the same handsome Thai host in the front room. I think I recognised one of them from the clubs in Singapore.

We made our way back to the train station, and took the train back to Siam station, where we got off to hit all the big shopping malls that were nearby. We didn’t go back to the massage parlour on the rest of that trip: we settled for eating, shopping, partying at DJ Station and fucking each other in our hotel room (sometimes in front of the big window, sometimes in the bed, and once in the bathroom). We talked about going back to it the next time we visited Bangkok, but I never went to Bangkok with Sam again.

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Massage 2

(CONTINUED FROM https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/177094051224/massage )

“Good,” Moo said, releasing my cock, but continuing to jack on his own rod,  “I hoped you would say that.”

Fuck, this masseur was as horny as I was.

(On a side note, if you think all Thais speak broken English, you are mistaken. Moo spoke as well as me, maybe better, and better than some Singaporeans I know - no Singlish, for a start, and he had a sort of American accent.)

I leaned up to tousle his hair, which made him smile, and then I guided his head down to my groin - a hint that he took easily. I checked the mirror to see what Sam and Tee were up to, and it looked like Tee was massaging … Sam’s groin?

“Hey,” I said to Moo, “What’s he doing?”

Moo paused from sucking my dick long enough to say “manhood massage”. I guess massage time wasn’t over. I told Moo that I wanted that, too, and he sat back up, and set to work.

It turns out that manhood massage was some sophisticated form of sexual torture that involved me spreading my legs and letting Moo oil up my junk, before manipulating it. Some things he did felt good - the massage oil was fragrant and warm and tingling when he began by stroking my rod. When he started pulling on it, gently at first, from root to tip, that felt good, too, but then he pulled harder and it stopped feeling good and felt painful instead.

“This is supposed to help it grow,” Moo said. My dick wasn’t the only thing he pulled: he made a ring with his fingers around the top of my ball sack, and pulled down, and when he let go, he used his other hand and did it again.

That was strenuous, but not as bad as what happened next. Moo took his hands and massaged my balls, gently pressing them and manipulating them, and then he used his thumbs to press into my sack, around my ball, and then up so that he was pressing into (and under!) the bone of my pelvis.

I grit my teeth, and took the massage, as well as I could, but then I heard Sam moaning.

“You ok, babe?” I said? I could only see that Tee was bent over between Sam’s spread legs, but I couldn’t make out what he was doing. Sam’s knees were up, though, his feet flat on the massage bed.

“Mmm, yeah,” Sam said, continuing to moan. I still wasn’t sure what was making him make that noise, but it didn’t sound bad.

I soon found out what it was. Moo moved my legs so that they were in the same position as Sam’s, my feet flat on the bed, knees bent. Then he put some more massage oil, this time on my exposed hole. He used his fingers and knuckles to press along the flat section between the base of my balls and my hole, and then he put his fingers in, first one index finger, and then both of them, his palms pressed together like he was praying.

He jabbed into me, fucking me with his hands. It felt good: Moo moved his hands, changing the angle, and I let out a moan, quite without intending to, when he hit my spot. Once he found it, he kept going, probing and rubbing it with his finger tips as he thrust into me. He paused from time to time, poured more massage oil, and added more fingers as he went, till I think he had stretched me quite wide open, with maybe three fingers on each hand sliding in and out of me.

I didn’t care - both Sam and I were moaning because these two skillful masseurs were fingerfucking us and pummelling our sweet spots. I don’t know about Sam, but I was hard as a rock. I didn’t feel like cumming, but I did feel very good, from the tingling pulses of pleasure that shot through me every time Moo moved his hands.

I was panting and I think perspiring a little when Moo relented and stopped, and he straightened up and climbed off the massage bed. I saw in the mirror that Tee had climbed off, too. The manhood massage had been painful and unpleasant at times, but I was also very turned on and feeling very horny. Not so relaxed any more.

They both walked over to the low tables to get a couple of small towels, and Moo came back and wiped down my ass and my junk (I saw Tee do the same for Sam). I looked at Moo, appreciating the view when he bent over. He knew I watching, and he turned to look over his shoulder at me and waggled his round buns. I laughed, and then saw that Tee was also putting on a show for Sam, stroking his meat which had softened quite a bit but was still respectably large.

Moo stood up, turned around and posed, flexing his muscles, twisting his torso, and then he tugged on his cock. He had gotten almost fully soft while massaging me, but as he played with himself I could see him growing.

Moo came over and stood next to me on the massage bed, and he reached for my chest. He started out rubbing my nipples with his thumbs, but knowing that I liked it rough, he stepped things up, pulling and twisting them, and then lightly punching my chest. He kept a hand on me, fingering a nipple, and bent down to suck on me again.

When it got too much, I stopped him: it felt too good, and I was ready to take a more active role.

Moo told me that management frowned on raw sex, and had provided condoms, but if we preferred breeding, both he and Tee were open to it. He sort of implied that for the money we’d paid we could do whatever we wanted - Sam and I gently skirted the issue and said we were happier with safe sex.

Moo and Tee got us to stand up as they moved the massage tables to make a single large bed, and folded up towels into makeshift pillows, and placed them at the foot of each bed. They conducted Sam and I back onto the beds, so we were lying next to each other, “upside down” from before, with the face holes at our feet.

Sam was as hard as I was, and I couldn’t resist stroking his dick - even though he was hard, the skin was still soft and smooth. When I did that, he turned towards me, and we kissed, running our hands over each other’s bodies, tugging on our boners.

“You still want to do this?” Sam said. Even back then I had very liberal ideas about the separation between love and sex, so I had no issue. Sam himself was a bit of a serial dater, and some of those dates had been only for one night: part of the reason we got along so well. While we were dating, we had put no limits on sleeping with other people, although as far as I knew we’d been exclusive. It was kind of him to ask.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m ok. You?” Sam nodded, and we propped ourselves up on our elbows to watch as the guys put on a bit of a show. We stroked each others’ dicks gently as Moo and Tee oiled themselves up with more of the massage oil. Moo went down to his knees and struggled to suck Tee’s thick horse cock.

“I can’t wait to get that in me,” Sam whispered.

“I can’t wait to see you get nailed,” I said.

By this time, Tee was going down on Moo, whose erection had returned to its full glory. Tee stopped sucking Moo, and got an extra-large condom. Moo helped him roll it on (which turned me on) and I watched Tee lubing himself up.

Moo came over to me, stroked my dick a couple of times, and rolled a condom on me. Tee was on the other side of the bed, and Sam had bent his knees and lifted his ass a bit so that Tee could lube him up. Tee finished with the lube, and was fingering Sam, and Moo had taken the lube and was reaching behind to lube himself up. It looked like we were all set.

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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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Window

Since you all enjoyed Shenton Way so much, here’s another one with Sam and me. If you missed it, it’s here: https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/176806783064/shenton-way

Sam and I had been going out for only a couple of months when we decided that we needed a holiday away, together. Bangkok was an easy choice. Sam told his family a white lie about going away with some friends, and we both applied from leave from our jobs, to coincide with a public holiday, so we could schedule a trip for the resulting four day long weekend.

It was an easy-going trip: we had nothing planned, but had plenty of advice on where to go, what to eat, and things to do. It was really Sam’s holiday. He had plans - buy funky t-shirts at the Chatuchat market, say prayers at the Erawan shrine - and I was accompanying him. We’d both been to Bangkok before, for Songkran, and we were no strangers to the delights of DJ Station and the gay/gogo bars nearby, but this was our first time together.

Sam was a different person in Bangkok. He laughed more, and seemed to speak louder. He didn’t worry about being seen with me, and he paid me a lot of attention, even trying to carry my luggage as well as his own - that was funny, he almost fell over. Even on the way over to the hotel, he was more affectionate: nothing too obvious, but he leaned against me in the airport shuttle, stood very close to me when we registered at reception, and sort of snuggled against me in the lift up to our room. It was like he couldn’t bear not to be in contact. It was nice.

Our hotel room was on a high floor, and had a giant window right next to the bed, with an unblocked view of the city. Sam and I had put our bags down and explored the room (free coffee and tea, and a minibar!), then he had grabbed some things from his bags gone to the toilet. I stayed by the window - I  liked the view. I could just about make out people in the distance, tiny dots, going about their business. My viewing was interrupted - I felt a hand in the small of my back, and when I turned, I saw that Sam had changed into his swimming trunks.

Sam looked really good - he preferred the very brief Speedo cut, and his trunks were bright red. He looked like a Japanese porn star: tall, smooth, fair and moderately broad-shouldered, not exactly twinky but not far off, with slightly mounded pecs and surprisingly dark, small nipples, and a faint treasure trail that led to a dick that was small and cute when soft, but which grew into a hefty club when hard, narrow at the base tapering out to a big blunt head - the balls which hung under it were also big, so Sam’s junk was my favourite toy. That junk filled out his trunks very nicely, which might explain why I found myself getting a little turned on.

“Want to go for a swim?” he said.

“Sounds good,” I said, and tried to step past him to get my swim things, but he stopped me.

“I need some help first,” Sam said. I was concerned.

“What kind of help?” I said.

“You can help me show Bangkok how well my boyfriend sucks my cock,” he said. He pulled me in close for a rough kiss before putting a hand on my shoulder. He pushed down. This take-charge Sam was a change from his usual self: I liked it. I took his physical instruction, going down till I was half-kneeling, half-sitting on the ground, both of us side by side in front of the window, with Sam facing me.

Sam’s groin was at eye level, and he put his hands on his hips as I pulled down the front of his red swimming briefs, sliding my hands to pull down the waist band on either side so that the whole thing slipped down to rest on his thighs, under his butt. His dick wasn’t hard at all, a pale brown worm in a nest of straggly pubes, but I knew I could fix that.

I kissed his belly button, sliding my tongue down his flat stomach, tracing his snail trail, kissing him right above the base of his cock. He exhaled a sigh as I lifted his dick up to kiss his big balls. I sucked them - they were hanging loose - and then kissed his flaccid cock, slipping my tongue into the opening of his foreskin to brush against the slit. He stiffened, and I took him into my mouth, all of him, so that I could feel him growing as I sucked gently on him.

When he had stiffened more, I took him out of my mouth, and held him up so that I could lick up from the base where it met his balls all the way to the tip. He’d grown nicely: Sam’s club was fully in evidence, and his foreskin had retracted enough that the tip of his dickhead was peeping out, fierce and red. I concentrated on servicing my boyfriend, momentarily aware that the two of us would have been perfectly framed in the window. I let saliva fill my mouth so I could slurp on his rod, a sloppy blowjob, and when Sam gasped, I sucked wetly on his balls, first one then the other, while I jacked his cock.

He let out a low moan, and when I looked up, I saw that he had one hand on his chest, fingering a nipple, while he had his other hand behind him, fingering his hole I guessed. I took him back into my mouth, and moved my head back and forth, then held still while Sam took over and fucked my face. He put both his hands behind my head, held me gently still as he pushed his big cock in and out of my mouth, while I did my best not to gag. We’d done this before, so Sam managed not to push too far in or too hard.

“Cannot, cannot,” he said, “I cannot,” and then he backed away, pulling himself out of my mouth. He pulled his trunks down all the way, and I got to see his dick bounce when he stood back up, and then he stepped out of them, turned around and backed up so that I had access to his ass. He bent forward a bit, and used his hands to spread his cheeks.

I could see his asshole, a pink rosebud behind a bramble of wiry hairs. I bent forward to kiss it, and Sam moaned again, and he ground his ass gently back against me as I tongued his hole, letting the tip of my tongue flick around the edge of it before pressing against the centre. I lapped at it with the flat of my tongue, and kissed it again, almost frenchkissing his pucker. I felt tightening and loosening as I did so, and he was gasping and moaning from my rim job.

When he stepped away from me and straightened up, I saw that he was sweating, even though the room’s air conditioning was pretty cold.

“Enough?” I said, still on my knees on the floor.

“Fuck, no,” Sam said, in his low voice. “Now you gotta fuck me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I went to my bags and got a condom and a couple of sachets of lube out (I had come prepared, of course) and when I got back to the window, Sam was waiting, naked and kneeling. He undid the buttons of my jeans, and tugged them down enough that he could slide my boxer briefs down, too. He didn’t have to do too much, since I was already half-hard from sucking and rimming him before.

He jacked my cock a little, polished the head, and then took the condom and lube from me. He sucked on my cockhead, getting me hard, while he ripped open the condom, and then he rolled it on my waiting erection. He squirted some lube onto it, once I was gloved up, and then reached behind him to lube himself up, and then he stood up, bracing with both hands against the picture window, jutting his small but firm butt out at me.

I spread him open with my thumbs, bent my legs a bit and placed my tip at his opening. He turned his head to one side, and we kissed. Sam moaned into my open mouth as I pushed into him, and I stopped when I got to his ring. He was so tight. I backed up, pushed in again, and then pushed in again - stopped another time, then backed up a little, and pushed in all the way, forcing my way into him till I was in deep. He turned back towards the window, and I put my hands on his hips. I started slow, almost all the way out till only the head was in, and then in all the way, feeling again the resistance when I hit his ring. A few more slow thrusts, Sam moaning low and soft all the time, and finally he was loosened up enough that I felt like I could go faster.

I sped up a bit, and then realised that Sam was pushing back against me.

“Harder,” he said, and I obliged, in deeper, more shallow strokes but faster and harder. I pressed myself against his back, had my hands on his chest, his nipples firm and erect under my fingers. I brushed them and played with them, kissed the side of his neck, and Sam responded, bucking back against me. I moved a hand down, explored his junk, and found that he was even bigger and harder than before, dripping precum. Sam always got good and hard with a dick in his ass, and he often stayed hard the entire time I rammed him.

I jacked him as I pumped into him, and Sam made even more noises, low grunting as he took the hard fucking I was giving him.

“Bastard,” he said, “Fuck me so good.”

“You like it, right?” I whispered into his ear.

“Fuck la,” he said, in between grunts,  “Make me so slut.”

That turned me on even more. I straightened up, had one hand on his waist, and Sam held still while I ploughed him hard. I grabbed his hair and pulled, and he tilted his head towards me, arched his back to thrust his ass towards me. I went faster, feeling myself rising.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” he called out, as I hammered him, my body slapping into him with a loud sound from the force of the thrusting.

He put one hand down from the glass, and jerked himself off, managing to moan “CUMMING,” before I felt him tightening around me in several hard pulses, as he let go of his control and unloaded, spraying against the glass and down onto the hotel room carpet. That was enough to set me off, and I felt my hips bucking involuntarily as I came too, pumping out into his ass.

When I finished, I thrust a couple more times, and then pulled out. Sam straightened back up, turning away from the window - I could see the two smears where his hands had been, a dribble of cum down the bottom of the window, and some droplets and strings of cum already drying on the carpet. I delicately took my condom off: it wasn’t entirely clean, because Sam hadn’t had time to clean himself out completely before we fucked.

He went into the shower first, and then I took a turn, just a quick one. Sam had already slipped back into his trunks. I dried myself off, got into my own swim gear, grabbed another clean towel, and then we went down to the pool, for some sun-tanning and splashing around.

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Repost: Relief

Let me start out by saying it’s nice, for a change, not to have to be the active party, and have someone completely focused on pleasuring me. Plus there is something quite relaxing about ejaculating.

I was Grindring in my Grab on the way home when I saw that Cumdump was on Grindr with the nickname STRESS RELIEF. It was quite tempting, and I thought that it was the perfect opportunity.

I have had several conversations, via DM, about Cumdump. The first thing people say is that my nickname for him isn’t very nice - except that’s what he calls himself sometimes on Grindr, when he’s not calling himself Dadbod. I think Cumdump is hotter, and closer to what he does when I meet him, so that’s the one I use.

The other thing some people have asked is why I would bother with someone like him. According to them, he has many things that make him unattractive. He’s older, he’s not Chinese (I don’t know why that’s an issue, but hey), he’s hairy, he’s a chub, and he’s not even a bottom.

To explain, yes, he’s not your average SIngapore gay guy. He’s mixed, Chinese and Indian, he claims, and he’s pretty good looking to my eyes. He’s in the second half of his forties, but I don’t mostly have an issue with age - specifically, I don’t mind guys older than me. Younger guys, you know I worry about them getting emotionally attached. 

I also don’t have an issue with larger or smaller men - frankly, attraction is one of those very personal things, and if you don’t like fat men, well, that’s entirely up to you. I’d rather a chunky bear-type than a too-thin twink, and I admit that’s a personal preference. I think it’s too easy to be fooled by Tumblr and porn and popular culture, and then you’re only attracted to guys who are conventionally good-looking, and hunky, and hung. The vast majority of men in Singapore don’t fall into that category, doesn’t matter if they’re straight or gay. I think we need to be realistic. Now that I’m in my early 30s, I’m not as stuck on the idea that I gotta only fuck hot young guys.

What makes Cumdump cool is that he’s smart, and he’s funny, and even though I haven’t mentioned it much before, we have good conversations. That’s not easy to find, which is okay if I’m just after a fuck, but to find someone who is interesting and has intelligent opinions and makes me smile, well, that’s rare. Now that I write that sentence, I realise it sounds that I’m emotionally attached to him, and … well, maybe I am, a little bit. Not romantically, but I certainly value the chats we have on Grindr, even when I don’t eventually meet up with him, and the weird sort of relationship that we have.

Anyway, this evening I messaged him and we had a chat about stress relief, and then I  had a shower and a change of clothes and wandered over in the drizzle which stopped as I made my way there. It was, really, a very relaxing experience - even the walk over was cool, the sky was grey and the light was soft, and the sun was slowly going down.

When I got to his place, he had something going that made his flat smell clean and sweet, gently floral. There was some beautiful music playing softly. (Later, he told me it was some posthumously-released album of Aboriginal-classical crossover music from an artist called Gurrumul, titled Djarimirri (Child of the Rainbow). I made a note of it, typed it into my phone - I don’t have a photographic memory, and there’s no way I’d remember how to spell that. I hope it’s available on Spotify.)

He kissed me when he shut the door after me, and then walked with me to his small sofa. He helped me take off my clothes, and I sat down and leaned back. He spread my legs, and knelt down between them, and then spent what felt like a long time worshipping my body: giving my torso a tongue bath, licking and sucking and biting my nipples, taking care to play with the other one when he paid attention to one. I was leaning back, looking up, simply enjoying the feeling, and I was completely hard by the time he started moving down my body. But he didn’t attack my cock, and instead lifted my legs (I helped, shifted down a bit) and with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed, he sucked softly on my balls before licking out my ass. He kissed my hole, and tongued it, stimulating it thoroughly with his lips, flicking it with his tongue, and I’m not ashamed to say that I moaned softly, maybe even made sort of low purring noises.

He put my legs back down, but I was still spread open. He still didn’t suck me, but he masturbated me - I looked down, and he was concentrating on my cock, jacking it gently, moving my foreskin up and down over the edge of the head, milking precum out of it with some firm pressure. That was good, very good, and I felt my balls tighten up and something move inside me. He didn’t go faster, but after a while of him steadily jacking me off, I felt myself getting close.

“I’m close,” I said, and he let go, moving his hands to my inner thighs, stroking them slowly. He ran his fingers gently over my balls, as I fought back the urge to cum, and when he asked me “I go again?” I nodded. He went back to jacking me, and this time I concentrated more on not cumming while enjoying the feeling. I’ve been edged before: I like the feeling, but I usually just fuck and then straight away cum and shoot.

He brought me to the edge one more time, and then he stopped. He looked up at me, and smiled, and then he stood up in front of me, and took off the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing - he was hard, too, a little wet. I shifted back on the couch, and moved to sit up and lean forward to suck it, but when I did, he gestured for me to stand up. The two of us went into his bedroom, our hard cocks leading the way, and he turned on the aircon and shut the door. I stood around - I didn’t know what he had in mind - let myself relax a bit more, the tension from almost cumming dissipating, my balls relaxing.

He got me on the double bed, piled up pillows against the back wall (he doesn’t have a headboard) and got me to sit with my back against them. He spread my legs, and knelt on the bed between them, propped them up on his knees (so the back of my thighs were on his knees) and positioned himself so that his hard cock and mine were next to each other.

He leaned forward and gave my nipples a treat with his mouth again, and this time our dicks were touching and rubbing against each other as he moved, which was a turn on. I felt my balls tightening up as my nipples tightened up again, and I put my hands on the back of his head as he pleasured my body, and it felt really good. He sat back up, smiled at me, and jerked our cocks together. He went very slow, and I enjoyed the feeling so much that I couldn’t help myself, I played with my own tits, slowly touching and fingering them, and tilted my head back and shut my eyes. He laughed softly, and kept going, and I could hear his heavy breathing as he masturbated us together.

“Don’t cum, ok?” he said.

I nodded, and he went a little faster, and we both made soft noises. He went faster, and faster, and then I felt him let go of my hard dick and let it flop back against my abs. I looked up, to see what he was doing, and he was jacking himself pretty fast, and then he moved back a bit and carefully(!) unloaded a big, thick load onto the underside of my cock and over the tip and some of it dribbled onto my stomach. He squeezed out the last few drops of that load, and shook his dick to let them rain down on my cock.

“How many days?” I said.

“Three days,” he said, “I better not waste it.” And then he moved back a bit, and put down his head, and he ate his own load off my body, and then sucked my cock into his mouth, all the way. Fuck, that was hot, and it felt amazing - his mouth was wet, and warm, and he sucked a little so it felt tight around my cock. I was already close from playing with my nipples and getting jacked off before, so when he started moving his head on my cock, I felt the tide rising deep in me, you know, like from that place deep inside behind and under my balls.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, giving him a warning.

He took his mouth off me long enough to say “wait” and then went back, more insistently this time, and when he grabbed my balls and fondled them while he sucked, I felt myself start to orgasm. I tightened, trying to resist, but he was doing such a good job that it was difficult.

“Really,” I said, with a bit of a moan, “I’m gonna cum.”

He took his mouth off, sat up, still holding my dick up said “ok” and (I think) ran a nail up the bottom of my shaft and I blew. It was such a strong orgasm that I felt it through my entire body and I bucked my hips, but Cumdump kept a firm hold on my cock and I pumped my load up and out, bucking myself off the bed a couple of time as I shot into the air and back onto myself. I actually saw my vision blurring a little bit around the edges, and he simply bent over and cleaned up the cum from my body with his mouth, and then put his mouth back down onto my dick, all the way to the root, and sucked his way up, leaving it clean and shiny with saliva.

I was panting from how intense that was, I couldn’t do anything but lean back against the pillows. He patted my balls a couple of times.

“Must be empty,” he said, and it sure felt that way. He crawled to sit up next to me, pulled a pillow to cushion his back, and then he put both hands on either side of my face and turned me to him and kissed me. I tasted the remnants of our loads in his mouth, I think, and then he let me go and sat next to me. I was so spent that I couldn’t move, so we chatted, until finally he said something about the people who go to malls that made me laugh. We slid back down to lie on the bed, and because it was cold with the aircon blowing on me, I turned to cuddle him - fat guys are good for that - and we snuggled for a bit, still talking. After a few minutes, he asked if I wanted something to drink, and then we both got dressed (I retrieved my clothes from the living room) and we went to the kitchen for some wine (a gently sweet Pinot Noir) and then I came home to shower, change and write this.

I’m feeling really relaxed now, so I guess it worked. 

I should go to bed soon, but maybe I’ll read a bit first.

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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.