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Worry who's STD u are carrying, worse still multiple STD.

20 years of relationship under rain and shine is not a short period but he still left me. Yes!! I was 18 and he was slightly senior during our recruit days. Thereafter I was posted to chief clerk office and he disappeared into some engine-reeked guard camp. During ICT we were together again and spend our ICT lifecycle tramping and trudging the ground, making thousands footprint of ours side-by-side, inseparably molded on every corner of Singapore to make way for future infantry. He is straight and I am gay but during which he was nice to me and I was glad. When we were having a hard time in the field where dust and smoke buried us, and bugs whined at our intrusion and scared the shit out me, he still made a big grin and than playfully nudged me with his hand carry anti-tank weapon to sooth my anxiety.. There were few occasions he saved me from being caught by “enemy” and risked having me to serve guard duty for my oversight. He was an intelligent guy who knew army tricks and it made me feel secured to have him around. We have never requested for deferment in our entire ICT journey because we wanted to be together. It was him who pulled me through numerous national service shits and kept me “safe” from its thunder. When I was teased by other guys, he will step aside to watch until I got drunk in their pleasure and than casually intruded to drag away the slut in danger and save my dignity from disturbers. The most memorable days was the two nights we spend digging trench. With every 5 thrusts from my spade that can’t even loosen a soil, his single blow will send a whole chunk of rock flying and thick roots breaking away from its tree. I love his energy and enthusiasm when he sprung into shirtless mode with his slack slightly unzipped while at work. After he has created enough depth and width for us to spend our night in the burrow, I did the rest of the chiseling and touching up to make it “homely”. Thereafter we will crawl inside and listen to his favorite XIN YAO – especially Xie Hou – and shared earplugs throughout the night to avoid waking up a ghost. It was my “honeymoon” night and melody of cicadas was welcomed. Though we have changed camp three times during our ICT, we shared similar thought to be in the same room, have the same cupboard and our bed near each other. We always ate at the cookhouse for 3 basic meals and even grabbed a snack in the late hour if we knew there were any. He was a very thrifty guy and love to stuff oranges inside his No.4 uniform pockets whenever he saw them lying idle in the cook house. Once he also dropped a tablet of sizzling Vit C into my water bottle, to surprise me, during our strenuous march to nowhere. I was touched when he bought me food after I was unglamorously sprained by man-made pithole during night training and became bedridden. Therafter he never fail to sit next to my bed whenever he returned from training, while still in heavy perspirations, and than whispered cares at me.. I must confess I have tried to stay awake to peep at him every night and never get tired admiring him through our years of aging, since we first met during recruit days. He has a round and macho face that is smooth, fair and well-shaved. There was not a slightest “Beng-ness” in him but someone who is neat, no temper and still look confident deep his dream. In some midnights, this owl was lucky to catch him sleeping with one of his hands inside his shorts, grabbing at my fantasy and probably dreaming of his girlfriend. BCTC was the most exciting time for me. During First Aid session, I would die for opportunity to hold my hands tightly around his neck and have him forcefully dragged his “casualty” beneath him for a couple meters long and whence his ultimate strength in bed was successfully measured. When it was my turn to do likewise for him, I collapsed and landed on his body couple of times in “exhaustion” or rather my own cheap trick to molest him. The last time we ever saw each other was when we tried to do our dirty laundry in the bathroom, both still naked after a good shower. We exchanged our assistance, trying to twist and squeeze the last drop of dirty water off our washed uniform together, but my limbs turned soft at the glaring sight of his humongous cock and have my hands twisted by the uniform instead. The following year was a moment to rejoice the completion of our 13th ICT and scrumptious buffet was hosted in celebration for the end of our tough journey. I expected him to help himself several rounds to the wonderful foods SAF prepared for the first time, no more untasty cookhouse servings, but he was absent…… Later, I found out that since our last BCTC and my memorable encounter with his captivating dick, he and other pioneer of senior age were already on their way to be officially discharged of service. I headed to the spread of buffet, wanted to eat his share but could not bring myself to enjoy the food without his presence. Eventually, I took a few selections of food and confined myself to a quiet corner never before happened in my army days…. If only the twilight zone did not separate gay and straight people, we could have been a blessed couple if both were either way. I seek tonight moon for an answer why you have been nice to this lonely owl all these years and wished you were still here to bring me out of my current wretch. If only......, anyway Bye Bye my beloved camp buddy. *hoot* http://www.muziboo.com/MidnightOwl/music/xin-yao-xie-hou/

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