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1st avenue is no more safe for cruising. The guard already know whats happening inside the toilet. But still have some people go there for cruising. The regulars are ; - tall pakistani guy with collar shirt - 3-4 uncles standing nearby 7-eleven (2nd or 3rd floor) gossiping each other and check grindr. - 2 or 3 person cruising with bags and wearing facemask. - one chubby guy with collar who always look like he just awaked from a bad dream. - one short uncle with many bags and wearing specs, always enter the 4th floor toilet. - and one creepy malay guy who always following you around. Prangin mall seems quiet but be careful. There's one uncle who sell souvenirs at level 2 or 3, he already know and can sense the cruising scene. He always stands outside of his shop and look around.

U2 is getting more disgusting . Went on Sunday around 4pm. The crowd was ok, not many Chinese came on that day but many Malays (mostly sissy) and some bears. I dont know whats wrong with the steam room but some people suka hati press the button until the steam stopped for 10mins. The steam sometimes pause for a reason, just dont fking press the button and act like you own the place. If cannot tahan then go out from the steam room, simple as that, nobody cares. After awhile in the steam room, i entered the dark room. Not so dark as previous, but the floor was sticky with semen and i smell shit and poppers. With no proper ventilation, the whole dark room seems like welcoming alot of diseases. The scene was not nice. Few people standing near the red light and do nothing, waiting like prostitute and some sitting at the table, laugh and talk shit about people (glad i understand chinese a bit) Went back to the steam room. I smell poppers again. Fking hell. Please use brain next time, not everyone can tahan with popper's smell. Oh forgot, poppers make u brainless. And be aware those who always bring phone everywhere, sometimes they will secretly took picture and post on twitter to reveal the place, you might be inside the post too. Used to love this place, but this time, with a lot of pondans and drugs. Nope 2/10.

Also visited Bangunan Lip Sin as many BW members shared information. In fact, it is a great building with great food, restaurants, salons, beauty centers and offices. There are also men's and women's toilets on each floor. It's a public toilet, I think there are 5 floors in total. I think the most cruisy toilets are on the second and third floors. I bumped into one or two people going in and out of the toilet. I knew at a glance that this toilet was a place where people usually cruise. No action was taken as I just wanted to explore the place. Of all the cruising toilet spots, I think the Bangunan Lip Sin toilets will be the cleanest, most comfortable and private. Additionally, the toilet has a ceiling fan installed. That's really cool. You won't feel hot while you're having fun there. I'm not sure what time the peak was, but I'm sure it is definitely a place in action and peoples cruising around. Also, it depends on luck! You can check it out and let me know your experience. Have fun! New cruising venues unlocked!

I’m not really into anal, or maybe haven’t found the right one, but side fun has always left me quite satisfied. I just love the sensation of being manhandled, groped and molested. Blowjobs are great too. Super into oil massages and workout encounters, and I suppose it’s because they make me feel sexy and wanted and when I finally release it feels almost divine.

It’s interesting reading the accounts of others who have declared (or tried to declare) 302 during their NS. I was enlisted in January of 2002 and while initially enthusiastic about my Commando posting as I was pretty fit and naively eager to earn that coveted red beret, I very quickly learnt my limits and the ridiculous degree to which they expected recruits to perform with very little recovery time. I made it all the way through BMT and then when BCT came along which was another 12 weeks of hell but amped up, I heard on the grapevine that a guy from another platoon had declared 302 at the MO and been immediately released into the LOBO bunk the next day. By that point the LOBO bunk was already half filled with ten or so guys who had been downgraded due to injuries mostly due to the tactless training regimen that basically wore out joints in a matter of weeks, and in the course of constantly rushing around up and down four flights of stairs (we were only allowed to use the toilets on our company level on the fourth floor because part of the training involved inconveniencing privates in all possible situations so that we would never meet the unrealistic time limits and have to suffer multiple rounds of pushups or running to touch trees or whatever diabolical shit the trainers could think of) we would enviously pass the LOBO bunk where our out-of-course mates would be lounging about with nothing to do except sleep the floor or run the occasional errand. It was like a prisoner-of-war scene in which those who had betrayed their country were now living in luxury while the patriots suffered for their principles and were shown what they could be enjoying, if only they would just give in. So I finally made it to the MO the next day on the pretext of being physically ill, and fortunately got the ‘nicer’ one, the one who didn’t shout ‘You Chi bai, stop chao-kenging!’, Who listened to my confession of being gay and attracted to one of my platoon mates (I made that up - I had not gotten an erection for more than three weeks due to the stress despite the fact that there were many good-looking guys in the camp, my brain had literally no time to process naughty thoughts). I had to exaggerate as much as possible to effect an immediate OOC status and a 302 - PES E chop on my medical dossier. Sadly that was not to be. I was sent back to normal duty much to the ire of my Trainers who knew my MO visit was an excuse to get out of training for a few hours and made sure I made up for it for the rest of the day. This went on for about two more weeks until one Sunday I decided that I would rather go AWOL and suffer the consequences of DB than go through commando training ad Infinitum. I just wanted one more day of freedom. So I took a bus aimlessly from home and left my parents a note on my desk saying I was sorry for disappointing them but I could not take it anymore and I hope they understood. I was not suicidal, but it did at the time sound like a suicide note and it might have ultimately been what had saved me from DB. My parents filed a missing persons report and informed my camp of my absence while I stayed the night at a cheap motel and when I was eventually traced to my location via a phonecall I tried to make to my parents from the motel phone, the police came and I thought ‘Thia is it. This is DB.’ Turns out they were just the civilian police resolving and closing a missing persons file and had nothing else to do with me. I was allowed to stay at home for the day while my OC and platoon commander came to the house to make sure I was fine. They were as understanding as they could be in that professional brusque military manner that they had to uphold, and told me that they were worried that the note I had left my parents seems to imply much worse than had actually transpired. I think they were relieved they didn’t have a suicide on their hands, especially since the medical report (And fortnightly ‘welfare’ checks asking us how we were dealing with training, to which I had already raised a few issues) would have brought up a lack of adequate response to my concerns. The OC decided to cover up the AWOL case completely by altering the company attendance records and I assumed liaised with the MO to downgrade me with immediate effect. So far so good. However, what was tactlessly done was that he had brought up with my parents the MO’s report of my declaring 302 as a reason as to why I went AWOL. My parents, for.a couple of years prior to NS, already had uncomfortable confrontations with me about my sexuality after discovering embarrassing things like gay literature or internet search histories (they dug deep to drag me right out of the closet kicking and screaming with the hopes I would be shamed into following the straight and narrow path) so now they had another reason to blame homosexuality for their weak-willed son. How would they explain to friends and relatives why he wouldn’t be getting a red beret after all? Part of the procedure of being in 302 limbo was that it was officially not in my medical record (I think to circumvent any bureaucratic formalities for the commando camp) was that I had to go for bi-weekly psychiatric sessions at the CMPB building far from my new unit which I was posted to (my PES status also remained an A). It was a confusing affair: I had two counsellors, one guy who concluded that it was okay to be gay and to just go out and live my best gay life after the army, and a conservative lady who tried to dissect my childhood to find instances of sexual abuse or neglect and told me that while she empathised with my situation, Homosexuality was still ultimately an aberration against God and society at large. And no good could come of it for me in the Long run. She also asked the famous question, ‘if homosexuality is to be accepted, where do we morally draw the line? Pedophilia? Bestiality?’ On two occasions, one with each counsellor, my parents had to come and sit in for what would be very uncomfortable chats where we tried to talk about me being gay with the counsellor as mediator. The male counsellor tried his best to be rational but I still remember when he asked my mother, ‘Do you accept you son as he is, knowing how much he has to go through?’ She sniffled into a tissue and said relentingly and unconvincingly, ‘Yes.’ I could sense the humiliation she felt having to talk to a stranger about her gay son. She would rather have one less person know about it, but the numbers were adding up. That was all the official business about my trying to declare 302 in NS. I think the initial humiliation I felt did indeed make me a lot bolder in a way, I felt since I had trudged through the hardest part of coming out, I would make light of the fact I was gay from then on. My company mates at my new infantry unit were mostly pretty fine with it, and I expected the usual boorish bum sex jokes and even played to them. The rest of my two years went by without much fuss and I dare say I even have good memories of some of those days.

Hate to say this sometimes. Im hard again lol

Having been curious for a long time, I finally explored the Red Wall. Thanks to the BW members for sharing and letting me know where the RedWall is. Indeed, this is a great place to visit. There are a lot of glory holes around and the partitions between the cubicles and the cubicles wall are made of plastic. Creating a glory hole is easy. No matter how many holes they taped, new holes were bound to appear. There are 3-4 people cruising around from noon to evening. Plus, get some blowjobs in the gloryhole. The only bad thing about the venue is the cleaners. Be careful with the cleaners, through eye contact I can see they do know what is going on in the toilets and they know what you are doing. Therefore, be alert! Now that I know how to get to the Red Wall, it’s easy to go and it’s definitely a great place to explore. If anyone knows what the peak times are for RedWall cruises, please let me know! New cruising venues unlocked!

Such a nice weather to lay our egg no wonder people cruise ...

You know them ? Tell them to fk off and find new hobbies.

Just curious, how you know he's straight? Or how you know who is ShortorLong referring to?

can try 兰湘 at people park complex level 1 face to main road, got individual room with curtain close. more to chinese style but the masseur skill is good.

I am discreet married Chinese from North Malaysia. 178 88 42 Chi. Top ver. Decent looking, short hair, not fair, with some tummy. Tried to be bottom before few times but I don’t seem like enjoy it. Like deep kissing and oral. Anal really depends on chemistry. Rarely have sex with my wife recent years as her reaction really turned my down (always showing an unhappy face whenever I hint her for sex- push me away once I cum and she not only hate to blow me but also to kiss). I rather masturbate 2-3 times a week nowadays 😅 Travel to KL for work sometimes alone- periodically but not so often. Sometimes once to twice every 2-3 months but some of the months I rarely going south. I will normally stay around bukit bintang or Midvalley depend on my company arrangement.

I haven't been to U2 in years for the reasons you mention. It would have to be the filthiest sauna I've ever been to. And the old Chinese guys are such a turn off. Not because of their age but because they treat you like public property that they can just grab and molest. It's a shit hole of a place.

Just wanted to share that one of my fantasies came true earlier today! I have always had a fantasy where I wanted to try getting sucked/sucking someone while they are in a zoom meeting (school/work) but like realistically IRL it is very hard to achieve as it is very hard to find like minded people to try and also if he "reacts" too much, he might get sounded out in the call. I guess for me the fantasy is like doing something naughty "under the desk" while the other is trying to put on a straight face in a serious setting like work meeting or school meeting However, today I managed to contact a guy who is around the same age as me. He stays right around my school and I head over to his house after I have finished my lecture. He texted me before I reached that he was in a group zoom meeting discussing about a Final Year Project for his course, he was the only one at home and he would leave his front door open. He told me when I am at the void deck, I should give him a heads up and he would leave the main door unlocked. His position of his study table is like perpendicular to the door of his room (like from where he sit, when he turn his head to the right, he will be facing the door), so when I reach, I was supposed to crawl from the door, out of the camera range to under his table and start my service. When I reached and popped my head into the room, I can see that he is the typical nerdy guy with round glasses wearing a school t-shirt and shorts, my heart was pounding very wildly as I crouched and slowly crawled to where he is seated, all the while he did not turn his head to look at me or acknowledge me. When I reached to where his legs are, he shifted a little bit to allow me to crawl under the table and between his legs and spread his legs for me. I wasted no time to pull down his pants and started to touch his dick a little, at this moment it is still soft and wasn't responsive, so I used my hands to stimulate it a little bit until it got around 40% hard and I proceeded to put it in my mouth and give him a blowjob. I was so engrossed and focus on sucking and perfecting my technique, paying attention to the head and trying to minimize the sound made due to the sucking and saliva, all the while listening to him trying to communicate with his groupmates on the details of the project, which turned me on even more and motivated me to go faster. After about 10 minutes he started to move and wriggle a little bit in his chair and I knew he was getting close, I refused to slow down my speed and instead focused more on the sucking movements, soon, I felt a distinct twitch from his dick and his hips thrusting upwards and I felt warm liquid hitting my mouth, in which I stopped the up and down movements and I swapped to a sucking sensation like drinking water from a straw, like I was determined to suck out every last drop of cum from him. I counted 7 strong shots of cum into my mouth where I swallowed every drop. After that I left him there where he continued his discussion with his teammates, crawled my way to his door and left his home satisfied. I received a message from him where he told me that this was one of his most enjoyable sexual encounters and that we could make this a regular this in the future

Triceps are one of the most underrated muscles in a guy for sure, especially when well trained they’re rock solid and there are a lot of different muscles which make them feel really strong. I don’t have big triceps but one of my favourite sensations is having my triceps grabbed when I’m leaning back on my arms getting blown.

Hmmm I would want to brainwash and feminize him. Let him start HRT. Turning him into a cuckold while finding a suitable wife for him and turn them into a submissive couple.

Anyone here..

Same story Pmed , telegram all no response

Took the NL ClarkQuay massge. The 2 masseur mentioned are full, I took another male masseur. It is a good massage. I was fully covered throughout the massage. In the room. a sign says any funny business will be handed to police. Anyone has happy recommendations to share at NL ? Share or PM me

Btm here, 35 173 70 from Gombak. anyone keen for FWB?

Lunchtime at PLQ KFC. You were wearing Polo T with 2 female friends and I was alone, wearing white T. Not sure if our eyes locked gaze for a number of times or you were looking behind me while waiting for your food but I was eyeing you but shy when our eyes met. Not sure if you’re here but hope I can find you here.

sorry im not free at 6+

Idk man maybe he just lonely and horny, or he think he is everyone's type.

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Any chub free today for light fun? Can host now till 2pm

Tried Teman recently. Went there straight after work for the massage, it was pretty good. You get to use the facilities for free if you take any of their massage package. Crowd wise was calm(3 other ppl there) and good behaviour haha. i went on a weekday evening though, but it was nice to unwind and be naked in the jacuzzi and dry sauna. Next time will try on weekends so less lonely hehe

How?😂😂😂

Lets start a chat group on sounding...

Most Singaporeans come from conservative family background and so it is already stressful indeed to be yourself. Unless of cos if you are lucky to have supportive parents then just declare. If you are not too feminine behavior then continue to be straight acting and just quietly serve finished your NS obligations. This is the hard truth bro. Just maintain status quo and focus on completing this stage of life and plan for your future. Complete one task one step at a time bro. In fact the trainings are already too tiring to think about anything. Don't put too much stress already on yourself. Build yourself inside out and hopefully form some genuine friendships.

Visiting KL 2nd-6th September , staying in Bandar Utama...into light fun, sexy underwear (jockstrap/thongs), spanking, edging. 39 165 67 hairy Caucasian

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Will be at Bangkok from 29/08 - 05/09. Anyone keen to explore Siam stadium hostel or MyBed Ratchada together?

Yea hahaha hopefully got people there today in the afternoon.

Trying again. Any young top seek mature btm? No need to be a hunk just no extreme.

I can confirm that the toilets at Big C are cruisy. I had a very quick look at the level 2 and 3 toilets (mid afternoon) There were obvious cruisers in each facility. Unfortunately probably only one out of the 6 or 7 guys I saw was OK looking. The others not really my veg. Also went to Yunomori Sathorn. Feels like majority gay, everybody's eyes all wondering. Sort of a frustrating place, as there is no where to play in there. Only can touch touch under the milky pool. I guess that is better than nothing. Especially for guys who do not want to go to an overtly gay sauna/onsen.

I like how the discussion here has segued from merely whether or not Singaporean guys are facially unattractive to the possible environmental factors to an earnest treatise on the terrible lives of local children brought on by the female side of the parenting duo. So many non-members clearly have strong opinions about the abusive nature of local motherhood to be commenting with such gusto! I found Steve5380’s comment particularly interesting: ‘She educated us with German Discipline and we could not fool around with her, but there was not an evil cell in her.’ To discipline and bring someone in line and yet have them grow up not feeling any resentment towards them and seeing them as good is a truly rare but vital skill of good parenting, something for which many adults lack a role model I think children can quickly pick up on inconsistencies and hypocrisies in adults - that ‘do as I say not as I do’ attitude, that causes resentment because they feel coerced into ‘performing’ well for someone they are entirely dependent on, while the person who holds the power doesn’t lead by example. My father, for instance, wanted an athletic son who didn’t do Nancy-boy activities like dance and draw butterflies. He used to threaten me with the mockery of my male schoolmates for my pansy ways. Though a lot of the mockery came directly from him: ‘You run like a duck’ he chided me when I joined the choir in secondary school instead of the uniformed groups. At age 11 he showed me that famous scene in Full Metal Jacket where a fat and incompetent Private blew his fucking brains out with a rifle on the toilet after killing his platoon commander for tekan-Ing him for being slow and unathletic, as a warning for how I would be treated in NS. Despite all this, he himself was far from the strapping alpha-male he desired me to be - he was obese and actually evaded military service completely due to a health condition which today would still include you in the active forces. He certainly did not lead by example and as a result I had only fear and contempt of him. To his credit he changed a lot in later life, but it could never quite compensate for those early years. On a macro level citizens similarly become disgruntled with an autocratic yet lazy government. The term ‘perform’ well, as popular as it is in Singapore (‘I want my child to perform well in school’) is already a telling indicator of that false nature of parental expectations; it’s a performance rather than a true measure of development or achievement, of ‘doing well’. There has been much talk of how our recent Olympic medallists come from mixed-race families, if they weren’t China-born and bred. There is a prevailing sentiment that most Singaporean parents would perceive any talent in sport as merely ‘play’ (unless it gets their child into a top JC, and even so, it is an accessory skill with an ultimately academic purpose). I myself had many talents in both the visual and performing arts as a child, but both were seen as possible ‘hobbies’ to pursue when aided with the money earned from being a doctor or lawyer (I am now neither). My mum used to cut out these newspaper articles of academics who practised art or writing in their spare time as ‘motivation; the fact that these articles even existed clearly points towards some sort of desirable life lesson that the Singapore state wanted its citizens to learn. Now of course being the inconsistent parent it is, Singapore is singing a different tune - in order to establish itself as a truly first-world nation that draws in both investors and the right kind of tourists and expatriates, it suddenly needs a vibrant and unique arts scene (which we have so far mostly brought in from overseas), stunning architecture (which we have so far purchased mainly from British architectural firms) and entrepreneurs who can think out of the box (which we have so far...) . The gay scene, meanwhile, wants more holistically-attractive men rather than well-built prawns who have no personality or interesting world-views. What both the government and the gays require are people who have been blessed with the necessary physical and mental development that does not impede ether facial or psychological growth. Both may be more linked than we think.

Moongate has a nice guy with a nice body and a big dick. Not uncle, bear or chub. Was able to spend some fun time with him in the hidden bush. Sucking his cock, licking his nipples, and lots of kissing. What a wonderful morning! Hope to meet you again, someday!

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This Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin is precious! It must be quite difficult to play on the guitar! There is a much, much easier way to play it: with the original piano composition by Chopin. This preserves the lyricism and also chromaticism of the original music of Chopin. Here is a good interpretation:

Posted mine before in 2019 and now again in 2024~

just a small confession to make, my dick actually smells sometimes, I think from sweating or even on days where I don’t sweat it would still smell and I’ve been insecure about it (of course I do keep my hygiene and wash it thoroughly everyday but sometimes it still gets to me) it’s been a insecurity since forever which is why I’ve always been reluctant on blowjobs but I’ve always wanted to experience one 😭😂 it’s not cheese or anything like that but it’s just the smell

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Call me old fashion. I prefer traditional sex where anal penetration is involved.