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Went to Blackpipe waterfall for the first time today, also around 6pm. Met someone super cute and he led me the way to the waterfall. Didn't realise there were others. Seems like I picked the right hour!

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.

Tried at coney island punggol there at beach side D I'm think, got long beach, walk with partner until a spot quiet then stay watch sea but forget about tide rising. End up stuck there cant go back pathway as sea tide blocking. Then spend time having fun on beach facing sea until low tide then manage get home back.

Hungry uncle anyone here

Yum yum

Post-training bulge

Alex, with the finesse of a seasoned artist, leaned forward, his body now a warm, firm presence against my back. The contact was electric. His skin, slick with oil, sliding against mine in a dance of friction and fluidity. I could feel his chest pressing against me, and each breath he took was a gentle wave of warmth that cascaded down my spine. His hands, still working their magic, now guided his body in a rhythmic motion. The sensation was like being enveloped by a living, breathing blanket of heat and muscle. I could feel every contour of his physique — the firmness of his abdomen, the strength in his thighs — as they aligned with mine, creating a symphony of touch. Then came the nibbling, delicate and teasing, on my earlobes. Each nibble sent a shiver through me, a direct line of sensation from ear to every nerve ending. Alex's breath, hot and deliberate, brushed against my cheek. The room seemed to shrink, the world outside fading to a mere suggestion, as the only reality was the sliding, the pressing, the breathing. Alex's movements were both a promise and a fulfilment, each rub, each glide, a testament to the unspoken language of bodies communicating in the most primal of ways. Lost in the luxurious assault on my senses, each touch, each breath, each nibble wove a tapestry of pleasure that was as much about the give as it was about the take. In this moment, the massage was not just a service but a shared experience — a dance of two bodies in perfect, albeit temporary, harmony. Almost as abruptly as it started, Alex got off me, turned me to my side, and began to expertly work on my tool which had stayed rock hard the whole time. “Is this the highlight of the massage?” I asked. “Not yet,” he replied with a grin. “We’re not done with the massage.”

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I have already called them up and their facilities are only for hotel guests.

Do report back your findings! I am most curious about Mybed

Any free to meet here?

Gardens @ 7-9 p.m. later. Anyone up to meet

i see.. haha keep the location secret. dun wan to attract crowds there lo.

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Feeling h at work cuz haven’t rub one out in days but too busy at work.

Hi I am new here Hope to find a regular partner top to try out my first anal sex I am 36/173/78 Chinese Clean shaved & willing to try out more new thing like bj,69 swallow & anything

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Nip play n edging is the best

have place serangoon available till sat. Looking for btm preference chn. 181/76 42 chn my intro

Penang Botanical Gardens

Yea, probably.

Then we might have met!

Day/Noon/Night 🚿 Weekdays (any) or weekend night side buddies

Looking for 1st timer to use the promo together next week. Anybody?

Bump

heavy vehicle carpark? though not that weird. I've always wanted to try having fun at some abandoned hdb

The struggles of being a vers is one period of time will have you be like "all I wanna do is get railed and have my hole destroyed" then comes another time where you see a nice butt and you're like "I bet it would feel good and warm with my dick stretching that."

I only saw 2-3 young people, mostly uncles. A young man wearing a hat, shirt and white pants. Also, a young men wore blue shirts. Then another young men with black shirt and black pants with mask. One uncle was smoking by the waterfall and looking at the young man wearing a hat. Another uncle was wearing long trousers and dyed his hair. Ha ha ha ha! 😂😂😂

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I believed both of them are homeless, no offense. Yes, that group always resting their ass in front of xiaomi shop or brands outlet pretending waiting for their wives shopping or whatever, spectating/scanning people at escalators. I know they dont kacau people but please, it's obvious what are they doing. If you noticed, the guard at lvl3 and 4 always there watching them. Funny part is, i saw them tried to be friendly with the security while their eyes are wildly looking every men in the mall.

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Skimpy I would consider swimming trunks that had been worn for a too long period and the rubber gets too lose until at one side the balls will hang out. 🤣

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.

Thanks for teaching me a new word "paracosm". It has not existed for long, and it is not recognized by old dictionaries. I had a wide imagination as a child, but I don't remember having an "imaginary world", a paracosm. It could have been interesting. Although the real word was interesting enough to me, especially the topics I was passionate about, like technology and music. Although ignorant, I suspect that paracosm is a trait of an advanced mind.

23, 174, 62. looking for mature man. Chinese local. line me at 'samtpy98'

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anyone today? pm me for telegram

I look for ppls who enjoys frottage and jerk off buddies. We are a really small group.. purely bromance. Non anal. I'm 45 yo...am i too old for preference and liking?

Married btm chin uncle 60 yrs old I like phone sex when wife not around telegram tomchan69

I am the noon, wee hrs & midnight runner jogger watcher cruiser haha Can't wait for the opening of Chinese garden this few mths...that place is the 2nd spot famous to play beside JLG. There is or already exist JLG tele I am not inside. But I will do create another one JLG, Chinese Garden, Jurong Lake Garden, Jurong Central park & Jurong Art park (the one opp frontier cc) + spring Pm me if keen. Chat mingle meet make friends lepak Cruise etc.

Few years back, my company was looking for a part timer to do data entry. Knowing that a Malaysian friend of mine who has an exec wear fetish as strong as me is in between jobs, I asked if he was keen to take up this one week assignment - he readily agreed. While not a requirement to be dressed in formal wear as a part timer, he turned up for work on the first day, smartly dressed in his neatly pressed black long sleeve shirt, a grey formal dress pants, a Black Braun Buffet dress belt matching his Black Rad Russel dress shoe. My boss told me to take charge of him since he is my friend. We went back to my desk with me sitting down and briefing him, while he stood beside me. To get a closer look at my computer screen, he took a step closer towards me and his crotch was just right beside my elbow. I could feel the warmth from his crotch and my mind slowly drifted away from the briefing. D : Hey, what's up with the daze? *laughs Me : Oh, sorry, where was I? D : You mean before you stared at my crotch? Haha. Me : *blushes sorry sorry, let's continue let's continue I arranged for him to sit in one of the desk diagonally opposite mine, back facing me. As the day progressed, I found myself stealing many glances at him... Molesting him from his back with my eyes. His smooth and slightly shiny pants attracts my attention each time I look up. And I noticed he was wearing a pair of black sheer socks with thin stripes, it matches well with his well polished Rad Russel leather shoes. As my eyes roamed all over him, my dick got hard as well. Fuck. He made me so horny. Soon it was lunch time, I went to his desk, place my hand on his shoulder and asked if he wants to do lunch together. D : Do you mind if à third person join us? Me : Who would that be? D : A friend working nearby, you know him too actually... I could guess who that guy is, it must be H. H is another Malaysian guy who has exec wear fetish and I had a fun with him a few times before after work since he's working in the next building. Off we went to an eatery at the foot of H's office block to have lunch. H was surprised to see me, but quickly eased into the party. H and D sat side by side opposite me, giving me a good view of both of them in their office wear. (D in his smart looking black exec shirt.) H was in a long sleeve business shirt buttons that contrast his shirt colour plus a pair of navy blue trousers with a classic dress belt strapped around his waist. He sat diagonally opposite me and when raised his feet, resting his right ankle on his left knee, I could see his black ribbed socks in that position. What truly turned me on was his pair of pointy and shiny leather shoes from Pedro. Lunching with both of them in their smart exec wear is such a treat. (I'll say this is pretty similar to what H was wearing) After we're done eating, knowing that I don't smoke, D asked me if I wanted to head back to office first while he go for a smoke break. As we parted, I was surprised that H went off together with D as I know H doesn't smoke. I decided to follow them at a distance as they walked towards the lift lobby. Instead of turning right to the exit towards the smoking point at the loading bay, they made a left turn instead towards the male toilet. I followed them in, careful with my footsteps so as not to let them hear me. Once I'm in the toilet, they were nowhere in sight. There were 3 cubicles. But one is closed. The both of them must be in there. I got curious, so I went to the cubicle beside them and listened out for noises. Soon I started hearing sounds of them kissing and the sounds of belts unbuckling. They were careful about noises but I could still hear a bit of heavy breathing and what sounded like a blowjob in action. Shortly after, I hear sounds of some deep sniffing. Curious, I sat on the toilet bowl and bent my head down towards the opening at the bottom of the partition between our cubicle. I saw H kneeling down in front of D who is sitting on the toilet bowl. D had only 1 side of his Rad Russel shoes on. I took out my camera and tried to snap what is happening in the cubicle and managed to capture H holding D's leather shoes to his nose and sniffing hard while D is watching him while playing with both his nipples through his black exec shirt. D's dick was fucking hard and was sticking out of his exec pants. (This is very much similar to what I saw - D's hard dick sticking out of his exec pants zipper) Soon, D used his hands to pull H's face towards his rock hard dick and H started to suck D earnestly. I could see D trying very hard to control his moans. H's dick was also hard and H unzipped himself and pulled his dick out of his navy exec pants zipper while continue to suck on D's dick. H was already leaking precum quite heavily at that time and as he gave his dick a few strokes, his precum dripped onto D's black leather shoes that is placed on the floor in front of H's dick. At this time, H took a break from sucking D's dick and picked up D's leather shoes. H started to lick his own precum off D's leather shoes and D is super turned on by that. My camera was on video mode and recording this the whole time as I watched their actions on my phone screen, at the same time leaking precum from my hard dick wetting my underwear. Suddenly, a message came in and my phone vibrated. Me : Shit! I blurted out softly. D : *whispering to H - Fuck! Someone's outside? I hear them pulling up their pants and fumbling to buckle up their belt while I stood up and exited the cubicle, making a dash for the toilet door. Just before I took the last step out of the toilet, I heard their cubicle door open. I didn't look back, I quickly went towards the nearest door leading towards the loading bay and exited the building. Back in the office, I sat down and tried my best to calm myself down. 5 minutes later, D came back to the office too. I didn't look up and pretended to continue working. But from the corner of my eye, I could see D looking at my direction as he made his way to his desk. Did he realise I was the one who were peeping at their action? I was worried, but at the same time, getting hard recalling what they were doing in the cubicle... (To be continued...) 😧

Agree. Most of the time, other hotel sauna are quiet. But if you meet the right person, something interesting can be happened. Got good encounter at JW Marriott before.

Hmmmm, really not much going on here, sad but guess expected with more niche fetish like fisting, especially in Singapore… Personally, I see fisting as pretty much a natural progression for anyone who gets into serious anal play. If you enjoy anal play and end up getting into toys, beyond just prepping for penetration with a cock but more to pursue the sensations of working out and stretching your hole, you just naturally end up on the path to progressively larger and larger toys. If you keep at it till you reach 2.8”-3” diameter, fisting just becomes a really natural next step, imo. Conversely, I feel fisting tops are rarer than fisting bottoms. I don’t mean the typical top who saw some fisting vids, thought it was hot and decided he wants to try it out. I mean the top who went thru that phase, fell in love with it and then made the investment of time and effort to gain experience learning proper fisting technique… Still more hardwork as a bottom prepping for fisting (deep, thorough cleansing; clean diet; progressive conditioning of their hole), but it’s rare finding a good fisting top who has the level of experience to really know what they are doing. Trimmed and filled nails, researched and prepped lots of good lube, cleaning material prepped for the inevitable mess, good pacing, etc… All for the mostly psychological pleasure of fisting someone (can’t really consider a hand/arm an erogenous zone, really much more in the mind…). And it’s easy to tell if a top is just fisting for the sake of satisfying a btm without enjoying the act himself… Level of intensity and commitment to the act just isn’t anywhere near the same. Personally, the pleasure I get from being fisted is more psychological. Definite physiological element to it, like during a good session I’d end up getting my prostate essentially pummeled like a punching bag. Combination of prostate stimulation and my hole getting stretched out feels amazing and I leak like crazy, but I personally have never quite crested to a full orgasm from fisting alone. Full body tingling and shivers, but never a full climax. Honestly the lack of an orgasm has become part of the psychological pleasure I get from fisting. Just continuous, intense sensations coming from my hole, to the point my cock is just wholly forgotten. I’m just a moaning, drooling, shaking mess; intensity of the experience reducing my body awareness to just my hole, nothing else matters except being a receptacle for whatever the top wants to shove into me next… As a bottom, my understanding of the pleasure fisting tops get is pretty indirect, but from talking with tops after, seems to be a combination of the (literally tactile, not-directly sexually simulating) physical sensations of reaching deep inside someone and the psychological aspects of pleasuring their bottom. If there’s some fisting tops here, would love to hear your opinions. Kind of annoyed by people saying fisting is dangerous/will lead to incontinence. Like previous post, I like to think of anal play as a kind of yoga, but you’re focusing on just one set of muscles, your anal sphincters. Same way people who can do splits don’t lose control of their legs, sane, progressive anal play isn’t going to lead to incontinence. Quite the opposite really, you end up developing really good awareness of your muscles and can relax and tighten them as you desire. There is potential for damage if an inexperienced bottom attempts a fist, or just any overly large toy they aren’t prepared for, and ends up tearing something… So yeah, fisting definitely requires a degree of patience and commitment of time and effort to developing one’s hole. Most will probably find that too tedious… That’s actually a big aspect I enjoy, developing my hole like a longterm body modification project. Turning it from just a simple orifice into something… still functional, but far more… kinky. Plus I just find it far more interesting than the typical aesthetics people go for… Anyway, hope this stimulates alittle more interest in this thread…

Why seen cannot be unseen... Below was what happened to me last Friday. My office has a gym and hardly anyone uses it especially Friday evening when everyone chiong to go back on the dot...i went to gym and true enough was the only one there. After my gym session around 8pm+ when i head back to office to pack my stuff, cos my cubicle is next to the door, before even entering i noticed my AM (let just call him C) hp was still on his desk (he sits next to me) playing music (his habit and quite annoying since i am just next door to him). Thinking that he might be in the gents so i entered quietly without turning on the lights trying to scare him when he's back (since still hungry ghost month) but after waiting for a while no show so i decided to go around to investigate and what i saw really was my wildest dream came true...another colleague (lets call him W) from another department but sharing same floor office space was doggie stylying C...both naked and fucking in the meeting room in pitch dark except some weak light shone in from opp building. Here's the issue...both C and W are married. C has a daughter K1 and he places her at one of the childcare near our office. I met his wife a few times when she dropped by pick up their daughter and go home together. W has 2 kids...although i don't interact with staff from the other department but he is on my radar...chatty and good looking guy and he can easily pass off as fresh grad despite almost 35...C also on my radar but i prefer to draw the line between work and personal life. They were back facing me and i stood there like almost a minute (watching them moaning and W trusting C as if C is his bitch lol) not sure what to do. In the end, i stepped out, re-entered office and switched on all the lights before stepping out pretending to use the gents and re-entered 3 minutes later. By then C was already back at his desk pretending to work (but can see from his face the shocked and panicked he must had felt-face and ears were red; clothes also put on in a hurry - misaligned). So we small talk a while and i replied just finished gym session and going back in a while after cooling down. C on the other hand faked that he forgot a piece of important work so came back to finish it. At this point i saw the other side of the level lights were also on so i kaypoh and went over and see who else still around. I saw W was perspiring and pretending to work as well. I didn't asked much and went back to inform C that W was still around. C sheepishly replied he was not awared and so the 3 of us just pretended to continue to do our own stuff. After a while close to 9pm, C said he's going back and took the lift down and shortly after he left, W left too. I waited a while before heading to the W's cubicle and i saw a ball of paper in his trash bin. It was wrapped in few layers and upon opening till the last layer, i saw a used condom (no cum- i think i spoiled their fun). I rewrapped as how it looked originally and placed it back carefully to its initial location. I need serious advice please... C is aware i am AJ (in fact the whole office is gossiping behind my back cos ususlly i dressed "loud" to work but we adopt a don't ask don't tell mentality lol). C is my immediate supervisor and usually i will disturb him to entertain myself...he didn't reject me but just "remind" me don't over do it especially in the office ( enjoy resting my head on his back when he chased me for report and the aunties in my office always throw us the dirty look when they saw me doing that haha). C and W age gap is very close (2 yrs apart... i CSI those on my radar haha). What you guys think i should do cos its weighing heavily in my chest...should i confront C and told him what i saw last Friday night? He can't deny it but will be awkward for the 3 of us from then on (i meeting C next week for my appraisal also lol). But the evil side of me want to participate if C and W are just having casual fling (making out with W i will die happy lol and C will be a bonus!). But if C and W are closet couple then i will be "homewrecker". If C (and W) choose to ignore my question then will they have the impression i trying blackmail them? The synergy in my team is good and if C and W quit bcos of this i will feel bad too...what should i do...